**Thank you to neuroparenthetical for outstanding editing work. All errors are my own fault.**
I pulled The Mustang into the driveway --and yes, that was its name -- for once, not worrying about blocking my parents in. They were going to be up north at Aunt Kathy's place until Sunday night, so I didn't have to worry. Kathy lived in the Seattle, where they had fabled things like "culture" and "art" and "decent music clubs." Our town, however, had more farmer's markets than your average Hallmark movie, which was at least something...
Coach had called a long practice that day, and I was beat. All I really wanted in life was food and a shower, not in that order. College football, even small college ball, was a lot tougher than it was in high school. We were in a bye week, so there was no game on the next day, not that I would make the field on an average Saturday afternoon anyway. At least I made the team after a weird freshman year.
I climbed the curve of concrete stairs to the front door. It opened to a landing that had stairs leading up and down, an old split-level house. It was very 1970s, but I liked it because the place was big. Dad liked it because he got it cheap, and we all loved the pool we put in a few years later.
I started up the stairs and heard my sister, Kaleigh, downstairs. "Mom said to order a pizza," I yelled down the stairway.
"Okay, I'll order it. Natalie is staying over. We're studying for midterms."
"Fine," I yelled down, "but none of that vegetarian crap. You order it to feel good, eat half a slice, and then eat the rest of the peperoni. Just order peperoni!"
"Bite me!" she called back. But she was laughing.
My bedroom was by the basement, but we didn't have a shower down there, so I kept a small drawer of clean clothes in the small upstairs bathroom, which, according to the house rules, was where I was supposed to shower. But as usual, when my parents were out of town, I grabbed my stuff and headed to their room to shower.
My parents' shower was huge, and fantastic, like its own room, which I think it was at one time. Glass and dark tile, with two shower heads and other accouterments, it looked like it belonged in a high-end spa. Sometimes the most important thing in the world is dumping sufficient hot water over one's head, and their custom shower was built for it.
Natalie was spending the night, I thought as I started one of the shower heads. That could be interesting. Of course, it wouldn't be, but still, a thought was free and didn't get you slapped. She was Kaleigh's best friend, and they had been inseparable for ten years. And they couldn't be more different.
Two years younger than me, Kaleigh was cute, with a capital "C." She had Dad's red hair hanging past her shoulders, a sprinkling of freckles, blue eyes, pale skin, the whole Irish package. Short, slender, with an athlete's build -- she had done gymnastics for years. But gymnastics has a tendency to take over not just a gymnast's life but the whole family's as well, so she had transitioned to softball, weights, and yoga. She made the Tallmore College softball team her first year. If you were casting a cute "girl next door" type, my sister would be the one you choose.
Natalie was almost her opposite. She was a Playmate waiting for the paint to dry. A mass of dark curls down her back. Dark eyes with full lashes. And a lush body, a woman's body. Long legs, full ass, and boobs, oh her boobs. I am not a tit man. Not that I don't like them, I love them, along with every part of a woman. But unlike some guys, they are not my obsession. My obsession? Belly buttons. It was bad enough that I had to quit my job as a lifeguard at the local pool a summer ago as I couldn't stand up. But even so, Natalie's chest was a wonder. "Spathic," to use a word from my Geology class. I remembered her hanging around in our pool last year, in a one-piece that was a little too small. Remembered the way it cupped her breasts, her labia, remembered the dark pussy hair peeking out around the cloth. I imagined the way her nipples looked as she peeled out of it...
Looking down, and yep, I was hard as a rock. It has been a couple of months since I broke up with Sally, and it had been a dry period. I squirted a couple of shots of my mom's conditioner into my hand and started stroking. I closed my eyes and imagined Natalie's full lips wrapped around my cock, sucking deep into her beautiful mouth. I reached down and pulled the straps of her suit over her shoulders and down, freeing her beautiful chest. In my imagination, her nipples were large and pink, and she gasped as I pulled my cock out of her mouth and drove it between her huge tits. I leaned my head against the shower wall as I exploded, shooting cum onto her throat, splashing onto her beautiful face. I groaned as I jerked myself off. Shaking a moment, I resumed washing myself as my cock deflated, then cleaned up. And that was as close as I would ever get with her, I thought to myself with a laugh. She was so far out of my league, we might as well have been playing different sports.
In a clean pair of sweats and an old concert tee, I was coming back down when my phone let me know the delivery guy was here. Kaleigh had paid and added a tip beforehand, which meant the pizza got to us hot. We always tip well with Dad's card. I grabbed the box, thanked the driver and headed downstairs. "Pizza's here," I called.
"Great," I heard from my sister. "Grab me a beer."
I swung through the daylight basement that went out to the pool area. I pulled some cans and a box from the mini-fridge in the corner before heading into what we just called the basement, regardless that it was technically all a basement, and the original seller probably called it a "rumpus room." On our ridiculously long couch sat the two girls. In front of them was a coffee table covered in textbooks, notebooks, a pile of flash cards, and two laptops, both open. A couple of dead Monster cans lay on the floor.
Natalie hopped up to move some textbooks books over to the bar in the corner of the room, which was dry as a Utah Saturday night and covered in old junk. It had been a while since the parents had entertained down here. I thanked her and put down the pizza box along with some paper plates, napkins, and packs of pepper flakes that came with it. I have yet to know anyone who added pepper flakes, but there was always a first time.
"Beer me," said Kaleigh, still reading from a textbook. I tossed her her beverage and she caught it without looking up. She looked up at me with a pained expression. "Really. A juice box?"
I nodded sagely as I handed a laughing Natalie a can of Coke. "Really. One, you are too young. Two, you are in training. Three, you hate beer."
"Natalie is almost old enough," she said, but she still took the can of soda I offered her as well.
"'Almost nineteen' is not 'almost old enough" to drink. Hell, I'm not old enough to drink."'
"And I'm almost nineteen too," Kaleigh said in an indignant voice.
"Five months away is not 'almost' either, pixie girl." I sat down and offered the girls a slice from the box. Peperoni, and not a vegetable to be seen. "Drink your juice box."
She sat down and stuck her tongue out at me. "If we were in Canada, I would be old enough."
I laughed. "We are not driving to Canada to get you a beer, and, I repeat, you don't like beer."
She pouted as she took a pull from her Coke. "Maybe I would like Canadian beer," she said morosely, then grinned.
Kaleigh was wearing blue basketball shorts that hung to her knees in a white softball t-shirt. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and hung down her back. Natalie was in a pair of jeans and a dark blouse, opened up enough to show a bit of cleavage, and her mass of hair was hanging loose down over her chest and back. All told, it was a pretty normal vibe for the three of us.
I was on one end of the long couch, with Natalie at the other, and Kaleigh in a chair beside Nat. The pizza covered the coffee table. We were talking school, gossip, movies, and bets. The two of them were always betting each other, mostly about stupid stuff and grades, and they had a ledger with a running tally. Currently, Kaleigh was ahead of Natalie to the tune of $80. No actual money ever changed hands, but a dollar was sexier than a point tally, I suppose.
