Episode 12: LANCE A LOT

Monday afternoon! Still hot as hell in Florida.

Leaving Bernie, the school bus driver with a full moon thanks to Britney Foxx she tugged her skirt down and abandoned the vehicle. Bernard loved that sexy little senior. So much so he fantasized about her stripping that dress off and letting his fondle her in that doorway.

Students seeing her bare ass now that Coach Oslo Dawson owned her G-string, the riders were praising her boldness. Her brother Lance abandoning the bus ahead of her just laughed his ass off as they stopped in the yard to talk. As if she was listening to him when her favorite lover Jacob Wagner aka Jake the Wagger, his tongue wagging at her through the exit door in the back. He was joined by his boys Dalton Wabash and Angus Trout. To their sides three other boys found it hilarious to lick her from the distance. Going! Going! Gone! Back to reality!

She missed Jake’s tongue on her clit. Memories of Jake fucking her in front of her father in her very own living room came flooding back. Just to keep them happy she bent over one last time and let them see her pussy. Twenty tongue salute! With a pouty sigh she stood up and waved goodbye.

“They all want a piece of you.”

“I’m good with that.” She giggled and plucked up her book bag.

“No more panties. Shorter skirts at school until anyone bitches.”

“Again, I’m good with that. After today I don’t think anyone would bitch.”

“Exactly! All day long I heard guys brag about how sexy you are. Let’s keep up that momentum.”

“What did they all say?”

“That they hope you get bolder. Sluttier!”

“You’re making that up. You just want me to be that way.”

“That’s a fact but... “ Lance took out his cellphone and shared a few short videos he recorded on the sly of students talking. It had no focus on any one person, but it was clear what they were saying. Boys were lusting up a storm creating fantasy scenarios of her stripping in the halls and being fucked up against the lockers. Blowjobs in the gym, on the football field, literally everywhere. “Was I lying?”

“No.” She chuckled! “I’ll work on all of that.”

“There’s more!” He had saved one video for last. “You might find this one interesting.” Playing it she heard multiple girls admitting they admired Brit for going for it. Many of them wished that they had her confidence. “That is what I call hero worship.”

“Aww! Maybe I can coax them along.” Listening further they mentioned her new friend Grace. That part was not so kind. Nobody understood the Mennonite girl like Brit did. “Yeah! I’ll need to do damage control there. I won’t let them put Grace down.”

“She’s weird! Nice, but weird!”

“I invited her over on Saturday as a study thing so her parents would allow it. Makeover time!”

“Cool! All yours! Now tell me about everything you did again.” Lance danced with excitement. “Every gory detail.”

“I’m done telling you, Lance. Six times is enough.”

“So, you only fucked Corey and Coach Dawson?”

“Yes, already! Even though I showered with a whole class of guys nobody else tried. They just touched me all over with hands and lips. It was awesome. Oh! Don’t you dare rat the coach out. He took a huge risk allowing it so let’s not get him fired.”

“I won’t! I like Oslo. You should have fucked more of them.”

“Hey! It’s my holes, I can fill them as I want to. Now run off and ride your skateboard.”

He turned to eye the neighboring house and saw a curtain close in a hurry. “I’d rather ride, Chloe.”

“Don’t push your luck.” Brit rolled her eyes! “She’s a nervous wreck now. Chloe cheated on her man with you. You just know that she’s terrified you won’t keep your mouth shut.”

“And get beat up by the Trucker? Hell no! I won’t say a word.”

“Regardless, let’s not make her life hell, Lance. You do realize you’re pushy and could get her into a lot of trouble with Chuck. With the law too, if he tried to push the fact that you’re barely eighteen.”

“I guess. But I am eighteen. Just like you, barely legal. You do your thing, I’ll do mine. Unless of course your thing IS my thing.”

She rolled her eyes a second time and headed inside the house. Lance held back and stood confidently in his yard while glancing over at Chloe’s. Again, he spotted her peeking out a window. She immediately vanished when she noticed he had seen her. This made him grin. Chloe was curious.

“She wants me.” He did need a snack though, so went inside his home. PB&J sounded good!

Life in the Foxx Hole was quiet for the next few hours, a peace that Brit enjoyed. Even after her parents came home, dinner was quick and uneventful. It was nice to have her mom home even if it would be short-lived.

By 10:00 PM the Foxx house was in sleep mode. Lance however was wide awake after watching a movie in his bedroom. Shockingly it wasn’t porn. Tempted to barge into his sister’s bedroom to get at least a hand job he resisted due to their mother Rita being home. That might not go over so well. If her children only knew!

Tossing and turning he kept picturing Chloe from next door looking out her window at him. A sexy mental image of her curling her finger to lure him in kept him grumbling. Enough was enough! First things first, he sent a text to his compadres Evan and Styles warning them of his plan. It was mainly to show off, but no replies came back. It was a school night, so they were probably crashed.

Getting out of bed he carefully opened his bedroom window and climbed out into the yard. Once in the grass he moved in the shadows, making certain no lights were on in his parents’ bedroom. Convinced that he was safe he tiptoed across the yard and up to Chloe’s bedroom window. He knew the room well having watched her masturbate by candlelight a few times now. Unfortunately, this was not her current location.

Lights on in her home she was in her kitchen first, so he moved from window to window to see what little he could. Doing his best to peep into Chloe’s kitchen, he spotted her moving about in a thin sheer nightie. He thought she was angelic as she grabbed a drink from her fridge the light showing off her nudity beneath the gossamer gown. Water bottle in hand she retreated from the kitchen and to her living room. There the beautiful blonde sat by her gas fireplace reading a book. Erotic novels were her jam.

Looking around him he waited for any sign of being caught by some neighbor. Panic mode struck when across the street he saw a blinking laser pointer. Morse code! Sure! Seeing a pair of hands waving Lance grinned. He knew exactly who his sleepwalkers were. With that Lance walked into the front yard and met his friends Trenton Styles and Evan Daniels who had also snuck out. Nice warning assholes!

“You bastards never messaged me back.” Lance whispered! “I figured you guys chickened out.”

“No way! After your landing us time with your sister we trust you.”

Even though Styles was still depressed over his father stealing his thunder with Britney, he was trying to overcome his insecurities. “What’s the plan here, Boss?” Styles chuckled softly. It was good to see the boy in better spirits after his father humiliating his manhood and stealing Britney from him on the softball field over the weekend.

“Neighbor girl!” He pointed at Chloe’s house. “Her name is Chloe. 25, I think, maybe 27. Sexy hot blonde. Just between us three and Brit, I tapped her in the backyard on Sunday. Crazy day! She loved it. I think she’s ready for more.” Ego sure hoped she was.

“Seriously? 25? Shit! That’s freaking awesome, Dude.” Evan perked up! “Why are we just now hearing this? We saw you in school all day long.”

“Just protecting my interests! Follow my lead.” Lance coaxed them, moving to the front door of Chloe’s home. A quiet creep up onto her front step he rang her doorbell and waited with his buds behind him. Seconds later, the porch light illuminated above him and the door creaked open enough to peer out.

“Lance? It’s 10:40. What are you doing up?” She opened the door wider not noticing the other boys at first.

“Hey, Chloe! Nice nightie. I couldn’t sleep so I wanted to say how awesome you were Sunday.” She turned pale now seeing the others gawking at her thin nightie. Her entire body became transparent under a bright front porch light.

“You brought company.”

“Yeah, this is Styles and that’s Evan. Invite us in.”

“You should go home, Lance.” She trembled at their lustful gaze checking her out. Regardless, she did not cover herself up. “It’s late.”

Unwilling to give up so easily Lance grinned and lowered his sweatpants pulling his erection out to show her. “Never too late, is it?” He winked and stroked himself to a sturdy beast.

Her eyes bulged at the sight. “Put that away.”

“I don’t want to. It likes you.”

She timidly blushed at his bravado, unable to resist smiling. “Don’t do this Lance. It’s wrong.”

“Wrong, but oh so right. Let me come inside.”

She shivered as they all witnessed her nipples increase in size to stab hard through her nightie. “See? Those elevator buttons want me to come inside too.”

Looking down at herself she sighed at her predicament. “Why did you bring your friends?”

“I wanted them to meet you. Trust me Chuck won’t know a thing, I swear. They swear!”

“Obviously, they know things already.” She frowned over his failure to keep a secret. “Lance, I...”

“Know, what? Want to buy some Boy Scout Cookies?” Styles rambled while Evan just shrugged and looked for invisible answers.

Calling herself insane for considering it she shook her head. “You have ten minutes.” Chloe then unlocked her screen door to let them in. “Don’t make me regret this.”

Sweats pulled up Lance led the way as she turned around to move toward her living room, then sitting down on her loveseat. The boys definitely admired that heart shaped ass as she made the transition. Joining her the trio sat on her sofa across from her.

“Nice fire! All we need now is a bearskin rug.” Lance smirked!

She blushed with her arms folded over her nipples before admitting to herself mentally that she wanted to be seen. She didn’t even bother to hide her vagina, but the dim lighting kept it from any perfect shot. Her fireplace had her eyes sparkling with a hint of shyness.

“Listen! I just wanted my buds here to see how sexy you were. No tan lines with my help.”

Chloe fidgeted further as their eyes examined her all over. She found it spooky yet exhilarating how they were undressing her in the moment. No real undressing she was naked in her tiny sheer nightie. No hiding anything to the imagination.

“Hello, Evan. Styles! This is really awkward.”

“It’s cool. Lance is right.” Styles confessed! “You are pretty damn hot.”

Chloe brushed her bangs from her eyes. “Thanks! Still, why are you here?”

“I have a few questions for you?” Lance sat forward elbows on his kneecaps. “Swear you will answer me honestly?”

“I suppose. What?”

“Did my dick feel good inside you?”

She turned beet red and lowered her gaze in silence. Finally, she mumbled her answer. “Yeah, it did. Lance...”