Chapter 4: Detour to Kristen’s

Finally I was dressed up with my hair in a ponytail (of course) and with one last glance in the mirror it was off to Kristen’s house. On my way downstairs I asked my mom for the car (a minor detail I’d overlooked in my initial planning). She looked me over from head to toe and just shook her head as if she was ready to give up on me.

“God grief Kelly,” she sighed, “Don’t tell me you’re heading to the mall again to tease those poor boys.”

From my naughty grin she knew she’d hit it on the head and she sighed again, “Why don’t you just go out and find a nice boy to fuck if you’re so horny? Frankly, I don’t see what you get out of just teasing the poor kids anyway.”

“Oh mom!” I pouted, “You’re the one who told me how you used to the same thing when you were my age so what’s wrong with me doing it? Besides, I like it when they look at me that way.”

I grinned at her and gave her a searching look saying, “Besides, I think you’re proud of me when I dress like this, aren’t you?”

“Now Kelly, don’t exaggerate. You know full well I NEVER did half the things you do when I was your age,” my mom replied with wag of her finger at me. “Alright, you can have the car but be careful.”

She paused and then a smile broke out on her face, “And yes ... I AM proud of my sexy daughter.”

Grabbing the keys, I jumped up and gave her a kiss on the cheek and then I was off! Driving over to Kristen’s house I couldn’t help but reach under my skirt and press my fingers against my clit through my cotton panties. It might be a bad habit, but I love playing with myself when I drive around town. It’s so cool to pull up next to a guy in his car and smile while I toy with myself and he had no idea what I’m doing.

Being it was only a few minutes to my cousin’s house, there wasn’t enough time to really get going but it was enough to get me started. When I pulled up to the curb I stopped the engine and for a few minutes I kept rubbing myself. Finally, I shook my head and stopped touching myself or else I might have just stayed in the car until I came again. Besides, it was too hot out without the air conditioning going.

I got out, straightened up my skirt just a little bit, and slowly walked up the steps to her house. Her neighbor was outside, a boy who looked to be about fourteen or so. The kid was obviously starting to appreciate girls as he stopped goofing around with his baseball and just stood there, unabashedly stared at me. I just turned away and shook my head - he was a little on the young side, even for teasing!

Kristen must have been watching out for me because she opened the front door as I went up the last steps. As she let me in she also noticed her little neighbor who was still staring our way, making no attempt to even pretend he wasn’t staring. God, did he have no shame?

“Ahhhhhh, I see you’ve met Bad Billy, our neighborhood’s youngest pervert,” she said, laughing with me. “I swear he’s tried looking into our windows at night. As you can see, the kid has absolutely no shame - he just stares all the time - even at my mom!”

We both laughed more at that but it didn’t surprise me. I think I mentioned before that my Aunt Linda was what the boys at school called a MILF - Mother I’d Like to Fuck. She had to get a divorce way back when Kristen was young and kept herself in great shape making her single - and HOT. From what my mom and Kristen had told me, I knew my aunt maintained quite an active sex life. She stuck mostly with men her age although Kristen has hinted more than a few times that her boyfriends may have gotten more than they’d counted on when she brought them home!

Somehow I doubted that Aunt Linda would have been interested in a kid as young as Bad Billy but it didn’t take a genius to understand why Billy had more than a passing interested in her!

My thoughts were interrupted when Kristen told me that she was ready to go. Looking her over, I noticed that she was dressed quite similar to me. Her skirt had a slightly different pattern and she preferred a white cami but otherwise you would have thought we were twin sisters, at least in terms of how we dressed. Although I couldn’t see them, from past experience I suspected she had on her favorite skimpy white thong in lieu of the cotton panties I’d chosen to wear. You could never be sure though as Kristen wasn’t above not wearing anything at all under a skirt, no matter where she was going.

We were both the only kids in our families so Kristen was probably the next best thing I had to having my own sister. There have been times when I have wondered what it would have been like to have had a real sister or even better yet - am older brother! Mmmmmmm, that had all sorts of possibilities! We were about to head out when my Aunt Linda came downstairs to say hello.

“Well my oh my, look at the two of you,” she said shaking her head in mock despair, “I have to say, the you girls make the perfect pair of slutty mall cock-teasers if I dare say so.”

Kristen just laughed and tossed her hair back seductively. “Oh Mommmmmm, sure you don’t want to join us?” she said with a naughty grin.

Aunt Linda just rolled her eyes at that one. “I hate to admit it, but those days are over for me. You girls can get away with it looking like you do but people would think I was just a hooker or a some poor woman trying to relive her childhood.”