It was a beautiful spring morning and I was stuck at home for the day but did I mind? Not so that anyone would notice. My parents had been pleasantly surprised that I'd assented so easily. They'd probably been prepared to put some muscle into the request but I'd assented as gently as a lamb, not minding the restrictions to my movements in any way.
As a side note, I might have forgotten to tell them that I was expecting a visitor. Stan was going to drop in and see me sometime today and spend the rest of the day with me. There would be cooking, talking, listening to music, watching videos, more talking, and a general good time had by all - by me and Stan, anyway.
Did I mention that there would also be some flirting going on? There would be - quite a lot of it. If I worked it right there would also be some seduction taking place and you can bet your boobs that I'd be working it right. I had turned eighteen and had already primed the pump where Stan was concerned. It wasn't going to take too much effort before he jumped me, getting all hot and bothered just looking at me.
This didn't mean that I'd admit him and then fall on my back, legs spread wide. I would certainly admit him but then I'd feed and water him, fresh coffee and some newly made scones with jam and cream. After that there would be some listening to music as that's when things would get really interesting. I would lead him on while holding him off, the trick being to lead him on until he snapped and ignored the holding off bit. It wouldn't be rape. That wouldn't be fair to the poor man. No, no. I would succumb to his blandishments because I wouldn't be able to help myself and he'll have ample evidence of this.
My estimate was that once he got my panties off I'd be able to call for one more breather while he contemplated what he was going to do. Once we started petting after having our last little break he'd probably be ready in no time flat. I was pretty sure I knew how things would go from there.
It was nearly two o'clock before Stan arrived. I should have guessed that on a fine day like today that he'd be late getting to my place. Stan probably slept in until nearly one which meant I was lucky to see him in time for some lunch. I'd expected to have had several hours of interaction by this time, including a couple of petting sessions. As it was I let the petting go on for a while before switching to playing some music. I also brewed some more coffee and after that we relaxed
During that relaxation the petting started up again and after a while it seemed to me that Stan was starting to get the idea as to what to do. The mood was drifting in the direction that I wanted. Then, finally, my panties were slipped off and things were looking up.
I was elated. Even though it was pushing three o'clock my panties were gone and it would still be a couple of hours before my parents were due home. I was relaxing, letting Stan take control and it finally seemed as though everything was coming up roses.
The doorbell rang and my stomach sank with a sickening thud. Oh, yeah, that was why I was at home - to take delivery of a refrigerator. I hastily dressed, looked around for my panties, failed to see them, and hurried to the front door, minus panties. My dress would suffice.
Baron was at the door. He was a friend of my father and had offered to pick up and deliver a refrigerator. He'd told my father that he'd deliver it today and as long as someone was there to receive it all would be sweet.
"Baron, I'm delighted to see you," I burbled.
Although this morning or in a couple of hours would have been preferable. As it was Stan could help him take it through to the kitchen and get it set in place. Then Baron could bugger off and Stan could make his moves on me.
"Mum will be so pleased. Stan, since you're here can you help Baron bring the new refrigerator in and move the old one onto the front veranda? We have a charity coming to pick the old one up next Monday. With two of you it'll only take a couple of minutes."
Stan didn't look particularly happy but chipped in and gave a hand while I fluttered around being helpless. (Like I was going to chip in, bend over and put my back into it, and flash my bare ass and other parts. Yeah, I'll play the part of the helpless twit.)
I'd been fairly accurate in my time estimate. Five minutes from depositing the old fridge on the veranda to positioning the new one in the kitchen. I was smiling happily. Task one, stick around and get the fridge installed was now complete. Task two, get Stan to seduce me would proceed according to schedule as soon as Baron departed.
"Thank you so much, Baron," I gushed. "Mum will be delighted. Can I get you a mug of coffee before you go?"
I shouldn't have asked that last, but mum had drilled politeness into us. Even before I finished speaking I could see that Baron was going to accept.
"Thanks, Mel, I wouldn't mind," Baron said cheerfully, sitting down comfortably at the kitchen table.
"I'll pass," said Stan, but I'd half expected that seeing he'd had some not too long ago. He proceeded to wander out of the kitchen, hopefully lining up where the grand seduction would occur.
I turned on the electric Kettle and set down a couple of mugs, chatting cheerfully until I didn't feel like chatting, cheerfully or otherwise. From the kitchen window I could see Stan getting in his car and heading out. What the hell?
