Part XVII - Lust So Endless

WHAM!!

With that heavy wooden thud the door to the Jalone’s rickety old tool shed slammed shut, and without even a glance back over her shoulder, Tia stalked off and headed back into the hedge maze that divided the grounds of her private ‘estate’.

And from the shadows of a copse of nearby trees a pair of leering eyes watched the dark-haired nymph depart, her narrow hips swaying with a purpose unknown to her silent watcher.

Even though she wasn’t his target, he raised the heavy camera that hung around his neck and zooming in with it’s long telephoto lens snapped off a shot of her shrinking ass, marvelling at the perky sixteen year-old cheeks tightly bound up in grass-stained red cotton shorts.

Such a damn hottie, I’d love to hit that!

Then Tia was gone and as the sun slid lower into afternoon he lowered the camera, sighed, then stepped free of his leafy cover.

Randy Blavin, best friend to Kev Heterson, cautiously panned his gaze back-and-forth, making sure he was completely alone, then keeping his head and shoulders bowed he crept forward, gaze locking on the towering hedge straight ahead. The tall teen was the same age as the departed Tia Jalone, though he looked easily two years older, a firm sixteen. Perhaps it was his lanky build or the shock of curly dark hair that was plastered across his forehead by the stifling heat that gave him a much more mature look then his baby-faced pal Kev, but most likely it was the permanent crooked grin that was etched across his long face.

That sneering expression of eternal glee had creeped out many a girl at his junior high, leaving Randy quite, well, randy. Which was the reason for his current trespass; Kev had promised him hot pics of his buxom Auntie Dale, but Randy could wait no longer, so with his father’s extremely expensive Canon XSi in hand he had stolen his way here, determined to take capture a series of pics of his own, hopefully of Dale Solcord gallivanting around the pool in that AMAZING bikini of hers.

M-Maybe she’ll even go topless!

The erotic thought made Randy see double for a moment and his sneakered feet got tangled up in each other and he nearly fell flat on his face, which wouldn’t have boded well for the thousand dollar camera he was currently totting.

Gasping, he staggered to the side and managed to stay aloft by catching hold of the latch sealing up tool shed’s door. It creaked loudly and his stomach flipflopped.

Dude! Gotta keep quiet! Can’t get caught!

A thumping sound reverberated across the hedge maze, was it somebody exiting the Jalone’s house?! Randy’s heart pounded in his chest like a jackhammer, he spun halfway around, panic driving him to retreat, forget about capturing shots of Kev’s hot Aunt, it just wasn’t worth this! But then the coward thought he heard a distant voice and he shrank back against the shed’s door, then in a last desperate impulse he flipped up the latch, yanked open the door, and plunged inside, pulling it shut behind him.

Long moments past for Randy inside the dimly-lit interior of the old shed, with only his own haggard breathing echoing in his ears. He listened intently but no new sounds came from outside.

But that means n-nothing! Tia could be heading back here right this second, maybe she forgot something, or h-her chores aren’t finished, or--or maybe she heard me or spotted me from a second-story window ... or ... or...

He backed up into the depths of hulking tool shed, determined to find a better hiding spot. He stumbled around and prowled forward, there were stairs at the back and up them he crept, desperate not to make any noise on the wobbly planks, then he was upstairs in the low attic, back to the wall and hand over his mouth to stifle any sound of his breathing.

Okay, this is a good place to hide! I--I will just stay up here for like twenty minutes and then just get the ... the ... what the hell?!

The hand slowly lowered from Randy Blavin’s mouth and his jaw sagged at what lay in the center of what looked like a little girl’s secret hide-out, complete with an old Fisher Price record player and an army of encircling stuffed animals.

Holy crap! Duuuuude...

In a semi-circle was arranged some old furniture, some chairs and a pair of couches. It was upon the plaid one that laid the object that had derailed the racing train of Blavin’s fear of discovery and replaced it with something entirely new.

The thin shape of a girl was draped over the arm of the old couch on her stomach. A purple denim skirt clung tightly to her boney ass and amazingly her hands were bound behind her back.

Whaaaaaat?!

She was unmoving and Randy realized she was asleep, or maybe unconscious? Without thinking he moved forward a few steps and craning his neck he looked over her and saw that her head was covered by a cloth sack. To keep her quiet maybe?

Wait--did Tia do this? Tia Jalone?!

Randy couldn’t quite believe it, the only thing that girl was crazy about was soccer. They didn’t come straighter or more composed then Jalone, she was a straight-A student and popular.