"Not as much as you think. We visited my Grandmother last night at the nursing home. Maria works there. My landlady let her borrow the dress for us to go out, spur of the moment. We didn't actually go out." He laughs, "Ended up here. It was a cool gesture on Margo's part though."
"Margo?"
"My landlady Margo Needy."
"Wow! Darryl Needy's wife. You go big don't you Track star?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Margo Needy's name is almost bigger than her husbands. Model turned Coach's...wife." She trails away her words then returns with a grin, "She's pretty hot for her age."
"Still in her 20's mentally. Not far behind in her visuals. She's cool as hell."
"I bet. So, if you have her dress...she loaned it to Maria...where did that leave Margo?"
"Pretty cold." He chuckles. "I have to get to work before I'm late. Bad enough I'm wearing yesterdays clothes. I don't have time to go change."
"You still look good."
"So do you Goode." He winks.
"You don't even remember me." She rolls her eyes.
"I will from this moment on." He opens his car door then pauses before hopping in, "Wait a minute...weren't you the Preacher's kid? I recall hearing boys talk about you now. You had braces and weren't as..." He points at her chest.
"Heavenly? Yep, the clouds billowed up nicely in a years time." She lifts her tits with gloved hands and shifts them about for a pleasing visual of compressed 36C's, her sports bra constricting their fullness.
"Is it true?"
"Is what true?"
"That Preacher's daughters are wild."
"Everything you've heard is true. Go Big Cocks! We've got Game. Go Gamecocks." Grace was never a cheerleader but she recalled the verses. Of course that verse was only used off the field. Applying her palms in prayer mode she then curls her fingers as if holding a big boy dick stroking it off. "Go to work Cabot Ross. See you around." She set her bike in motion and began peddling away, lifting her tight ass off of her seat to wiggle at him. Cabot Ross would definitely remember her now. He also knew where she lived. Looking up at Maria's door he sighed. He definitely needed to reel in his hormones.
Needy Manor, 7 miles outside of Wildwood...
Heath Talbot sat on his bed going through the school yearbook. Flipping pages on a search for a certain someone that had been on his mind of late. Locating class pictures, primarily group shots of the Faculty he spots the woman on his mind. Spanish Teacher among other qualified courses Frannie the Fannie Filmore was a very busty woman with long flowing strawberry blond hair and a light complexion. Not lily white, but faintly tanned. Amazing green eyes are recalled even through a black and white photograph. All through school Heath had a crush on her, knowing through rumors that she had a wild side away from her duties as Teacher. He never completely believed in the rumors because she was married to a Wildwood Cop by the name of Riley Filmore. Surely she wasn't that wild if she had to put on a decency act to protect his reputation. Right?
"Fuck she's beautiful." This was the only woman other than Margo Needy to keep his attention of late. He was pretty picky, being with Margo and living the good life along with his buddies was great. His dominant side rising up more each day made him do a lot of soul searching, trying to define who he was and what he wanted from life. He knew he had a good thing going with Margo, but there was that nagging fantasy over his old Teacher.
Brian Hancock had recently encouraged him to at least stop by and see how she was doing. He knew that she taught summer classes for those less fortunate to keep their grades up. It was a thought. He had matured quite a bit physically over the last year, working out with his buddies to keep in shape. What worried him was rejection. "Let's do this dammit." After he took a shower of course, his dick still stank of Margo Needy and their off road encounter after picking her up from the nursing home. Hearing her own shower he saved water and just took one with her. For once his hard on was being saved...just in case. Margo washed him thoroughly and merely kissed him and his dick goodbye. An hour and a half later he would take a huge risk.
Meanwhile, back in Wildwood at Hilltop Restaurant...
Cabot Ross parked his new ride along the outskirts of the parking area. Almost embarrassed by his Grandmothers car, especially her license plate. The car itself could be dealt with, it was far better than the vehicle he had. Still had. Lower mileage and less rust at least. Grabbing his small knapsack he headed inside the restaurant. It was still early and wasn't open to the public just yet, but he liked to help out a bit in the kitchen prep just to feel as if he had a future. Entering through the front entrance he was met by a middle aged woman who still had her youthful vigor. At 40 Tracy Edwards was holding on to her figure. A good bra helped. Seeing Cabot looking chipper made her greet him with a grin of her own, "Morning Cabot."
"Hey Tracy. Did you dye your hair?" He notes a difference from the last time he worked with her.
"You noticed. Not even my husband commented on it. He rarely looks at me these days anyways." She rolls her eyes with a frown. "It was time to hide the grey."
"Looking hot."
"That's sweet. I'm off at 4:00." Tracy plays with a dangling curl over her right cheek. She wasn't serious but she did enjoy flirting. In passing Cabot merely winked and complimented her with a peck on the cheek knowing it made her day. Cabot Ross did have a lot of heart.
"Where's my kiss?" Another feminine voice called from the seating area where a very cute black girl was filling condiments. The girl was easily Lupita N'Yongo, her smile glowing at his arrival.
"Hi Nikki." He swerves in his travels with swagger and kisses her on the cheek making her giggle. "Pick up your sister alright?"
"I did. That kiss gave me goosebumps." She shivers dramatically, her breasts jiggling beneath her shoulder less white top offering soft, silky flesh and a well constructed clavicle. "Thank you again for working my shift so that I could make the drive to Philly. She should be here any minute, Nelson gave her a part time job here to get her started. She's staying with me until she can get her own place."
"Awesome. Let me hit my locker I could really use some cologne. Long nighter." He winks.
"I wasn't going to say because I'm much too polite." She winks then waves her hand in front of her face to dispel body odor. "Who's the lucky girl?"
"That bad?" He lifts his arm to smell his pits, that was not the odor she meant. "I took a shower."
"Didn't help." She flares her big brown eyes, "The scent of sex drives me crazy, so I'll say no. Better hurry before I attack you."
"No hurry." He winks and looks around him for prying eyes before moving behind her and nuzzling her neck, rolling his exhales slowly across her shoulder. She sighs heavily, "Why do you tease me like that when you have no intention of taking me to bed?"
"Never know. Foreplay for a rainy day." He moves back to her ear and blows into it, before whirling in step to take his leave.
"I am so going to ride that boy." She puffs her cheeks and shakes off her hormones.
Reaching the backroom he opens his provided locker to find a spray can of Axe Apollo and scents up to his satisfaction. Even going so far as to spritz his crotch. Not that anyone was going to sniff his crotch, it was just an insecure move after having sex with Maria. Their quick shower likely not enough, considering they did have sex in said shower. If he had known he was going to stay the night, or for that matter even meet the girl of his dreams he would have prepared better and brought a change of clothing. Girl of his dreams...so why was the neighbor girl Grace Goode on his thoughts? He barely recalled her from High School, yet once she did strike his thoughts he remembered the old her over the much better new version. Grace had turned out pretty fucking beautiful. "Why am I meeting her now? Maria is perfect, now I'm eyeballing Grace? Then. there's Margo...not that Margo is anything more than a hot lover, she's not take home to meet the parents type." He sighs, "I'm surprised my folks haven't even talked about my moving out to the Needy place. Dad's been too absorbed over Grandma the last month to really stress over me, that and he knows I'm smart enough to stay out of trouble. Mom's the snoop, yet of late even she's been distraught. Maybe I'm too smart for my own good, but I feel like Mom's hiding something, afraid to question me over my choice to move out to Margo's. Anyways, I better get clocked in, I can think about all of this later." His thoughts were only going to become more complicated.
11:00 AM...Speaking of complicated...
Heath Talbot had driven around Wildwood High School six times in his Nissan Xterra, having skipped work today in favor of dealing with something that had been weighing heavy on him of late. Less something, more someone.
