"Thank you for doing this on such short notice, Blaine, I really appreciate it," Carly said as she opened the door of her house.
"Not a problem Ms. Smith, I'm happy to help," Blaine Hanlon replied with a big smile as she showed him in
She walked over to a desk where there were a few sticky notes scattered about amidst an array of spreadsheets and building plans. He knew she was a project manager for some construction company, though the name of the company did not come to mind, and he figured that she must work partly at home. Or, perhaps she was just swamped at work and had to bring some of it home to catch herself up. Either way, he knew she was a stressed out person at times and that she used exercise, especially long distance running, to unwind. It was the constant stretch and strain of the muscles let her slip into a relaxed state of mind.
"I'm so glad you could come over, I've just gotta take a break before I explode. I figure I have a couple of hours before this rain is supposed to hit, and I can probably get in fourteen or fifteen miles," she said as she started scribbling numbers down on a notepad. "Fourteen miles?! Are you serious? I don't know if I could stand to walk for fourteen miles, much less run. Geez. No wonder you have such a nice body."
She blushed a deep red on her tanned face. "Well you know I like to stay in shape..." she trailed off her words and met his eyes. He looked down feeling a little ashamed, "Sorry if I embarrassed you..."
Twenty-six years old and a single mother, she was still a looker. Blaine had met her through his father in a quirky, indirect manner. His father owned a big department store in town and as it had grown larger and larger he had decided to expand. When he opened the new store in a neighboring town he had invited his branch manager and his wife over for dinner. Blaine guessed she was probably twenty-two or so when he had first met her---maybe a little younger or older, but definitely older than him.
It had been love at first sight for him. Or perhaps it would be more aptly defined as lust. Though the specific details that had attracted him to her were lost in his mind, he did not need them to rekindle that desire: she was still the hottest woman he knew by far. Through the years his affection for her had grown up to the point where he went out of his way to be with her. He got his dad to set him up as a lawn mower for her and her husband. They did not pay him much for the job, but he did not ask for much either. He just wanted to be near her and to see her beautiful body.
Over time his job grew to encompass more and more little tasks here and there. Whenever she or her husband was going to be out of town, he was there to babysit and house-sit for them. If the gutters needed to be cleaned, they called him up and gave him a few bucks for the job. Through this relationship, he became a household name, a friend to them. They would let him swim in their pool during the summer, and he was invited to parties and other neat sorts of things. They were not the traditional friends for a teenager, but it worked for Blaine.
Everything had been great for a time, Carly and Jerry had been a happy couple and Blaine had been content being the horny pool boy, and for two summers it had stayed that way. Yet somewhere in there, something got tweaked. It seemed that as puberty took hold of Blaine, he began to want, no, need more and more. Simply being around was no longer good enough. Carly began to enter his dreams, and soon following that he consciously incorporated her into his fantasies as he masturbated. When he saw her he began to imagine what she looked like in her lingerie, what color her panties were, how they smelled. His innocent crush had seemed to take a vicious turn towards an obsession.
Though such strong emotion can be very hard to control, Blaine managed. Under no circumstances did intentionally let on that his feelings for Carly had been on the rise. He did not want to jeopardize the position he was in and take himself farther from what he wanted. Instead he played the perfect Machiavellian and maintained his façade of contentment, and though things had become somewhat strained for and difficult for Blaine, he was still able to cope.
Unfortunately for Carly and Jerry, they also had been having troubles and it had seemed that they could not cope. There had been numerous problems and trials, just little problems and spats. However, these miniscule issues had been blown up into massive ordeals consisting of week long fights where they threw their problems back and forth at each other. Then finally the day came that decided it all.
*** FLASHBACK *** It was midsummer and a hot day, so Blaine decided to see if it would be all right if he were to go swimming over at their house. He was in the area, so instead of phoning he chose to just drop by and see what was going on. He hopped out of his car, and walked up the pathway to the house. He had just weeded that path the week before. He took note that he would need to use some kind of spray because it was already beginning to weed over again. He breathed a sigh thinking, "Well the upshot is that I get to come over again. Maybe tomorrow, or even today, Carly will be in the mood for a swim. Probably better tomorrow on the weekend. She'll probably just want to relax when she gets home today. TGIF."
He knocked on the door. No answer. He glanced back at the driveway confirming that, yes, he had seen a car out there. He knocked again, a little louder this time—still no reply from inside. He tried the door and found it was unlocked. He took a few steps into the interior, not wanting to intrude too far without announcing his presence. He opened his mouth to give a shout to whoever was home, but a curious look came over his face just as he was about to and he cocked his head to one side. There was a faint noise coming from upstairs and he was straining to hear it. He knew their daughter, Stacy, would still be at school and that the only people here could be Carly and Jerry. Of course that would mean they had gotten off of work early to get here before Stacy, which meant that the soft tapping upstairs could only be one thing. He shut his mouth.
He went through his options silently in the entryway. It took him almost no time to come to a decision. This could be the one and only chance to ever see Carly naked, and as an added bonus he would be watching porn for the first time in real life. This was the realization of a fantasy, though of course he would not be partaking in the physical bit.
He slipped off his shoes and padded quietly across the tile to the stairs. He knew that they must be pretty into it or they would have heard the door, so his silence was not entirely necessary, but he thought it prudent. Silently he ascended the carpet covered steps to the second floor. Their room was the second on the right and he took care not to scuffle too much as he made his way there. The sound up here was much more pronounced and he could hear their slightly muffled voices spilling out of the doorway.
"Nnh, yeah, Jerry, push it in just like that. Ohhh yeah. God this feels so fucking good," he heard Carly saying, though her voice sounded strange.
"You like that you little bitch... mmm... you like my fat cock in you? Tell me," he heard him command her. Blaine inched closer, now only a few feet from the doorway.
"Yes, Jerry, I love your fat cock in me. Fuck your little slave. Fuck me. Please?" She said it in her best impression of a little school girl. "OH yes! Harder! OH GOD."
Blaine slowly moved his head to peek around the corner when he heard her cry out, realizing it was the perfect chance to get a peek without being seen. He saw Jerry balling her doggy-style on the bed, though something looked weird about her. She had her head turned to the side and her long brown hair was strewn out across the sheets. Her breasts were bouncing back and forth as Jerry slammed into her from behind and Blaine felt his cock twitch and fill with blood as he watched the spectacle.
He touched himself through his pants trying to realize what was wrong about the scene in front of him. He scanned her body, her pale milky... wait. There were no tan lines. He knew for sure that she ran with a running top.... Unless...
