Chapter 2

The next morning, Angie awoke to the creak of footsteps in the kitchen above her room. She got up and pulled her pajama top on to go to the bathroom. It fell to her hips, barely concealing her ass and pussy, but she didn’t care. If everything went according to plan, Steve would soon see all, anyway. She opened her door and peeked out. Steve’s door was still closed and she couldn’t hear any movement from behind it. She crept over to the bathroom, closed the door and turned on the shower.

When she emerged fifteen minutes later wrapped in a towel, Steve was on the couch watching TV wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt. He turned to her and she saw his eyes make the trip up and down her body before locking back on her eyes. She smiled. It usually irritated her to no end when a guy stared at her chest or crotch, but with Steve, it felt kinda good.

“Good morning.”

“Morning,” Steve replied. “Did you sleep ok?”

She nodded. “Like a baby. You?”

He turned the TV off and stood up, then moved over to her. “Ok, I guess,” he replied. He leaned down awkwardly and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She smiled.

“It’s all yours,” she said, gesturing toward the bathroom. He watched her walk into her room and turn to face him. She placed one hand on the door and the other one on her towel. Just before she pushed the door closed, she released the towel and it dropped to the floor. For a split second she stood naked before him, then the door closed and she was gone. He stood gaping at the closed door, not believing what she’d just done! He shook his head to clear it, then went into the bathroom. He took a long, cold shower, the fleeting image of her perfect naked body fresh in his mind.

When he came out of the bathroom, her door was open but she was nowhere to be seen. He dressed quickly and went upstairs. He could smell the bacon and hear the clatter of silverware before he was halfway up the stairs.

Angie was sitting at the table chewing on a piece of bacon while chatting with his father. He heard her giggle as he made his way across the kitchen. Cathy and Karen were both busy pouring coffee and cooking. Angie’s father wasn’t there. Everyone greeted him cheerily and he sat down at the table. His mother set a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him and he dug in hungrily.

His mother eyed him over her shoulder as she went back to the stove. “So what did you two do last night?” Steve’s face turned red and he looked down at his plate as he shoveled a forkful of food into his mouth. Angie answered for him.

“We went for a walk, but the mosquitos got too bad so we came back here and watched TV.”

Karen nodded, throwing a glance over at his father, who pretended not to see it. They had spoken last night about the possible dangers of leaving two hormonally charged teenagers alone together. His father didn’t seem to think it was a problem. ‘Men!’ she had thought, rolling her eyes. “Any plans for today?” she asked Steve.

Steve swallowed his food. “I have to work at noon,” he replied, looking up at Angie. She frowned, but quickly recovered and her face took on a disinterested demeanor. “I get off at five,” he added, more for Angie’s benefit than his mother’s.

“What about you, Angie?” his mother asked as she tossed the dirty frying pan into the sink. “We’re going shopping..., “ she said, gesturing toward Cathy, “ ... while the guys are golfing. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

Angie swallowed the last of her breakfast and stood up, carrying her plate over to the sink. “Thanks, Mrs O’Connell, but I think I’ll just hang around here. Maybe catch some sun.”

“Make sure you put on lots of sunscreen, honey,” Cathy said, giving her a warning glance.

“Of course, Mom!” she replied, rolling her eyes. “I’m not an idiot!”

Just then, Angie’s father appeared. “Good morning, everyone,” he said and kissed Angie on the cheek.

“Morning, Daddy,” she replied with a smile, then turned and went back downstairs. Steve longed to follow her.

“What time do we tee off, Alan?” Mark asked Steve’s father. Alan checked his watch.

“Forty-five minutes. We should be going.”

“What time do you think you’ll be home?” Karen asked.

Alan shrugged. “Hard to say. We’ll have lunch at the club and probably play a few more holes this afternoon.”

Karen looked over at Cathy. “Looks like we can plan on a full day at the mall!” After some teasing about high credit card bills, the men said their goodbyes and left for the golf course.

Cathy stood up. “Well, I better go get ready. Just give me five minutes.” She disappeared down the hall toward the guest room. Karen looked over at Steve, who was just finishing off his plate.

“She’s pretty,” she said. Steve looked up at her and swallowed his food.

“Huh? Who?”

Karen smiled knowingly and motioned toward the basement stairs. “Who do you think?” Steve felt his face getting hot and stood up to carry his plate over to the sink, keeping his back to his mother. “I’m not trying to embarrass you, honey. But remember, she’s only here for two weeks.” He paused before turning to her. Did she know they were making out on the couch last night? Surely Angie wouldn’t have said anything!

“But, I ... I mean, we’re not...,” he stammered.

She just shook her head, the smile still on her lips. “You’re fifteen, Steve. Hormones are in control. And she is a very attractive girl. I know what’s going on, or will be eventually. I’m not saying not to explore your feelings, but to be careful, that’s all.” She patted his shoulder as she walked past him on the way to her bedroom. “I just don’t want to see either of you get hurt.” He swallowed hard. His mother had never spoken to him about girls before and it was a little weird. And she was right. As beautiful and sexy and into him as she was, she would be gone in two weeks. His heart sank at the reality of his situation.

Just then, Angie appeared from the basement wearing a very skimpy white bikini. Steve had to stop his mouth from dropping open at the sight of her. She was absolutely gorgeous! Her long, slender legs seemed to go on forever and her narrow waist gave way to the curves of her breasts, pushed up even fuller by the bikini top. Her long hair was brushed to a silky sheen and flowed across her bare shoulders before cascading down her back. She was mesmerizing. Intoxicating. She held a bottle of sunscreen in one hand and a beach towel in the other.

“Want to come out with me?” she asked, looking around to see who else was in the kitchen. “I need someone to rub this on my back.” Steve looked up at the clock. It was only ten o’clock. He had plenty of time to get to work. It was only a ten minute bike ride.

“Sure,” he said. “Let me get some shorts on. I’ll be right there.”

He went down the stairs two at a time, nearly falling at the bottom. He ran into his room and pulled on his swim suit, still lying in the corner from yesterday. At the last minute, he stopped and pulled his weed from his stash and quickly spun one up. He couldn’t smoke before going to work, but maybe Angie would want one after he’d gone. He stuffed the baggie back into his hiding place and ran back up the stairs. He caught a glimpse of the Delaney’s minivan backing out of the driveway through the living room window as he went out through the patio doors into the back yard. They were alone again.

He found Angie where he figured she would be. There were two reclining lounge chairs on the grass a few yards from the deck. Angie had moved them both to a spot where they could catch the morning sun, which was in a secluded area next to the shed. She had laid her towel on the vinyl cushion of one of them and was spreading sunscreen onto her arms when he walked up.

She grinned impishly and scanned his slender body. This was the first time she had seen him with his shirt off and she seemed pleased. Not that he was real muscular, but working in the lumber yard and playing sports had left him lean and well toned. She sat down and tossed him the bottle.

“Just in time. Can you do my legs for me?” He grinned. She could easily do her legs herself, but he welcomed any opportunity to touch her and didn’t hesitate. He knelt at her feet and squeezed some of the slick white lotion onto her knees, then began to slowly spread it around her slender, athletic legs. She leaned back and watched as he covered her calves and lower legs, then moved up to her thighs. She spread her legs slightly so he could do her inner thighs and wondered just how far he would go. He surprised her by going just a few inches from where her thong bikini stretched over her trimmed pussy. He looked up at her and grinned.

“Anywhere else you need done?”

She returned his grin and lay down on her stomach. “Just my back,” she said. She gathered up her long hair, pulled it to one side, then reached around to unclasp her bikini top. The thin straps fell away and she laid her head on her folded arms, waiting for him to continue.

Steve looked down at her bare back and the side of her breast as she lay on the lounger. She was practically naked! He squeezed a good amount of the lotion onto her back and began to slowly massage it into her skin.

“Mmmm,” she murmured. “That feels nice!” He continued rubbing his hands across the soft, smooth skin of her back long after the sunscreen had been absorbed. She seemed to enjoy his touch and he definitely enjoyed touching her bare skin!

“You better put some on, too,” she said, her eyes closed. “You don’t want to burn.” She was right. Reluctantly, he removed his greasy hands from her back and began applying lotion to his arms, chest, and shoulders. He looked down at her when he finished and saw that she was watching him. “Turn around,” she said. “I’ll get your back for you.”

He turned around and she sat up. He felt her soft hands on his back as she slowly rubbed the creamy lotion into his skin. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the strap of her bikini top lying on her chair and caught his breath. He had assumed that she had put it back on before sitting up! She was topless, putting sunscreen on him!

“All done,” she said, then a slight pause and her voice lowered slightly. “You can turn around now.” He slowly turned around. She was sitting on the edge of her chair, still topless. Her firm tits didn’t sag and the erect nipples were poking out a good quarter inch. His stared at them for a few seconds before realizing he was doing it and looked up into her face.

“Hi,” she said softly, a shy smile on her luscious lips.

“Hi,” he replied, licking his lips. She looked down at her perky breasts, then back up to him.

“You know, technically this is our second date,” she said, her eyes locked on his. “Would you like to touch them?” He nodded, his eyes moving from her chest to her eyes. She beckoned to him. “Then come here. Lick them - suck them.” He dropped to his knees on the grass and moved toward her. She spread her legs so he could move in closer. He paused, looking at the two perfect globes before him. “Have you ever done this before?” she asked. Steve hesitated, then shook his head in embarrassment, lowering his eyes. “Hey!” she said softly, lifting his chin. “It’s ok! Nothing to be embarrassed about!” She pulled his head closer. “Just suck on my nipples. Flick your tongue across them.” He took one of her hard nipples between his lips. “That’s it,” she said. He began to suck on it and she held his head tighter. “Oh, yes! Just like that!” Encouraged by her reaction, he sucked harder, flicking his tongue across the hard nub while his hand went to her other tit and squeezed it. “Mmmm!” she moaned, closing her eyes. He worked on one for a while, then moved over to the other one, giving it the same attention. He could smell a musky aroma, which he found very enticing.

Finally, Angie pulled him from her breast and leaned in to kiss him. They kissed hard, hungrily. When they finally pulled apart, Angie glanced down at his shorts. He was sporting a raging hard-on, creating a pup tent in his shorts. She looked up at him, the impish grin once more on her face and her blue eyes sparkling.

“I can’t let you go to work in this condition!” she exclaimed, nodding toward his hard dick. He blushed, not knowing what to say. Angie took his hands and stood up, pulling him to his feet. She kissed him again, then looked directly into his eyes. “I think I can help you relax,” she said, and sat back down on the edge of the lounge chair in front of him.

As he looked down, she grasped his shorts in both hands and pulled them down. His heart was hammering in his chest as his hard cock sprang out, bobbing in front of her face. It wasn’t huge, not like in the porn movies, but it was about six inches long. Certainly nothing to be ashamed of at his age. She looked up at him and reached out for it. When she gripped the hard shaft in his hands, he moaned. No girl had ever touched his cock before, and it felt so good! She started to slowly move her hand back and forth along its length, looking up to his face every few seconds as she did. He had closed his eyes, lost in the wonderful sensations she was creating.

“Steve?” He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “Can I ... suck it? Give you a blowjob?” He nodded, still not believing this was actually happening. “Ok, but I want you to warn me before you cum. Can you promise me you will?” Again, he nodded. She licked her lips and moved her face closer to his throbbing meat. She stuck her tongue out and licked the entire length of it, causing him to shiver and moan. He was so turned on, it took everything he had to stop himself from shooting all over her right then and there. He knew if she did suck on it, it would only be a matter of seconds.

She pulled her head back and looked up at him. “Ok, I’m going down. Remember your promise.” With that, she opened her mouth and slid it over his pulsating head, her tongue moving sensuously along the sensitive underside. He moaned louder, fighting the urge to cum.