Chapter 87

Riley drove back home from Carefree on a Sunday morning. Flynn was just comin.g out of his shower, smelling soapy-fresh and toothpastey.

She took his towel and began drying him off, “So?”

He smiled shyly.

“Dish.”

Flynn took a deep breath, “We got naked, Riley! Stark fucking naked.”

“And?”

“We lay down on my bed. I was on top, but he rolled me over.”

“He wanted to be on top, to be dominant. How did you feel about that?”

Shrug, “Fine. I was just happy and excited and nervous. I’d never been naked with anyone.”

“Thanks a lot.”

“Oh, you know what I mean.”

“I do. So ... what happened? No, first, describe him — what’s he look like?”

“Strong, you know, footbally.”

“Details.” Riley was almost as excited as her son.

“Well, he has a lot of chest hair. Legs too.”

Riley slapped his penis, sending it swaying back and forth, “Don’t make me wait.”

“It’s longer than me, quite a bit longer.”

Uh-oh.

“But sort of skinny too.”

Whew.

“It points straight out. But mine points mostly up?”

“Really? Huh, I never noticed.”

Big sigh.

“Well, I might have glanced at it once.”

“Logan liked it like that. He told me he was glad that he made me that excited.”

“Most excellent. So, what did you guys get up to?”

“Hands.”

Riley nodded, “Good start.”

“I did him first.”

“Okay.”

“He kind of put my hand around it.”

“That’s a good sign — he was eager for it.”

“I guess.”

“And he reciprocated?”

Flynn grinned and held up three fingers.

Riley whooped and flung her arms around him, “I’m so happy for you, baby. And proud.”

Late that Sunday night, spooned together in her bed, Flynn said, “He was asking me about you.”

“What about me?”

“Did I really get to see you naked?”

Riley grinned in the dark, “What’d you tell him?”

“Well, I knew what he wanted to hear.”

“Of course.”

“But I didn’t want you to sound slutty.”

“Of course not.”

“So I said you were kinda casual when my dad wasn’t home. That I’d seen you come out of the shower a few times.”

“Good, good.”

“And once I came home from school and you were running the vacuum. Didn’t hear me come in.”

“Naked, of course.”

“That’s what he wanted to hear.”

“Put on your thinking cap — how do you want me next time he comes over?”

“I can’t decide.”

“I don’t have to tell you this — you know I’ll play it however you want.”

“I know that, Riley. But it’s hard to figure out what to do.”

“Here’s an idea.”

“What?”

“We don’t want to be too direct, too fast. You know that new bikini I bought? The green one that matches my eyes?”

“Yeah?”

“How about if I’m out back, say watering the lawn?”

“And I snap a picture!”

“A lot of pictures — then we’ll select the best one.”

“The sexiest one.”

“Duh. I’ll fluff up my nipples, but I won’t do a pussy wedge.”

“Duh, yourself.”