Chapter 6: Max

As Sonya walked into her house she was quickly met by Max. She smiled as she looked out the main window towards Mr. Johnson washing his car. She thought of warm feelings as she reminisced about all the games and fun she had with Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. Squirt gun fights, board games, card games, making cookies, and other baking and everything else they did as they would watch her while her parents were at work. It’s been about three years since Mrs. Johnson passed after a long battle with cancer.

Sonya, still standing at the front door. Absent-mindedly, still looking at Mr. Johnson thinking how sweet and nice he is and has always been to her. She kicks off her shoes still looking out the main window, thinking that he looks better when he is smiling and happy.

Mr. Johnson takes a second from washing his car, thinking about how beautiful Sonya has become this summer. He turns to look back at the front of her house. Looking at the front door then over slightly to the main window. His eyes take a brief moment to adjust to the sunlight.

He thinks he sees something ... a silhouette. His eyes squint a little bit. Knowing that it could only be that of Sonya, he smiles and waves.

This time it’s Sonyas’ turn to be startled. She wasn’t expecting Mr Johnson to turn and especially turn and wave at her. She ran forward through the living room almost tripping over Max on her way to her bedroom. Laughing and giggling all the way with Max in hot pursuit behind her.

Entering her room, she quickly pulled off her top as Max made his place with a quick jump up onto her bed. He laid out as he usually does. Sprawled out across most of her full-size bed. The pink comforter contrasts with his black and dark brown colors. He laid his head down as he always does as Sonya continued to undress. Well, takes her shorts off as she only had the two items of clothing on for her run.

Naked now as she walks around her room. Her windows and blinds open. She goes to her desk which is by the window. She has a large speaker hooked up with Bluetooth which she turns on. She goes to her phone and goes to Spotify, she finds her “Summer Fun” playlist and turns it on. The music starts to play out of the speaker. She texts a bunch of her friends as she looks out her two corner windows. One window faces Johnson’s house and the other faces his garage and her backyard. She creeps up to the one window to the one window to get a better look. The window facing the Johnsons house. She has her hands on the window sill and her face close to the screen as she looks to see if Mr. Johnson is still washing his car. She takes a quick look into his garage and sees nothing. Looking left she spots him drying off his old car now. She smiles as she looks at where his window is on his house.

Her phone buzzes over and over.

She walks away from the window, picking up her phone to return some texts. Her friends are on their way over. Sonya turns and as a good song comes on she sways her naked hips back and forth. Sashaying her way over to her dresser. She spots her reflection in the mirror. Striking a side pose, her hands coyly covering her budding breasts. Sonya pushes her butt ever so slightly out to try to make it seem bigger, like Kim Kardashians butt. She knows it is not as big as Kim’s but she still thinks it’s got a nice shape to it. Some of her friends have a flat butts. Sonya giggles as she thinks of her friends’ butts. She moves her hips from side to side, still looking at herself. Sonya turns to face the full-length mirror. Her hands running up and down the sides of her body as she checks out the pubic hair growing on her pussy. She snakes a hand down to feel the hair. Her fingers rub up against her clit. Back and forth as she watches herself in the mirror, she gives her hair a little tug to make sure it’s real hair down there. Smiling as she keeps rubbing her pussy with her right hand and holding and squeezing her left breast with the other hand. Her pussy feels so soft and tender as she rubs it gently. She keeps rubbing until she hears her phone buzz again. Startled, she takes a quick look at her new text and puts her phone down. She realizes she stinks from her run, she leaves her room and goes to the hall closet, and grabs a towel out. Starting the shower to get the water hot in the bathroom. She goes out to the kitchen and goes and gets a glass of water. Grabbing some ice cubes to add, Max follows her as always, she slips him an ice cube to eat. He quickly gobbles it up after playing with it for a little bit. She is still walking around the house naked with her music still blaring out of her bedroom as she makes her way to the bathroom. Steam starts to build up as she takes a swig of water. She steps into the shower, letting the hot water slowly hit her body. She moves more into the shower as the water goes from her legs and works its way up to her body to her breasts and finally to her hair.

Ten minutes later, Sonya finally turns the water off. Stepping out she reaches for the towel. She expects Max to nudge her like he always does but this time there is no Max. Grabbing the towel as she pulls it down off the counter, she turns to look out the open bathroom and doesn’t see Max. She begins to wonder as she hears the back door of the house open and close with a bang. She dries off and quickly wraps the towel around her body. Barely covering her breasts and just big enough to cover her butt completely. She slowly walks out of the bathroom as she hears footsteps from the kitchen. She turns left to the kitchen walking on eggshells down the long hallway. She hears the refrigerator open up and can hear someone rummaging through it as she almost makes her way to the end of the hall. Just as Sonya was about to find out who was in the kitchen, she felt her towel quickly being grabbed and taken off of her before she could react. “BOO!!!” Someone yelled behind her.

Sonya quickly turned around to see who grabbed her towel off of her. “Bitch!” Sonya screamed out, smiling. “Give me my towel back,” Sonya yelled at her friend who surprised her from behind, Ashley.

“What towel?” Ashley said as she backpedaled.

“Nice butt, Sonya,” Nikki said from the other side.

Finding out who the burglar was in the kitchen now. Sonya turned to see her other friend Nikki. “You guys got here quick,” Sonya said to both of them as she made her way to her bedroom. Ashley already was in the room ahead of them as Sonya and Nikki followed.

“Quick? That was half an hour ago. Geez, I only live two blocks away. Hurry up bitch, get dressed so we can go.” Ashley said. Ashley used the word bitch a lot lately, not in a mean way but in a term of endearment. “We got your backpack set already.”

Sonya was quickly rummaging through her drawers to grab her clothes. Grabbing some orange cotton panties and throwing them on right away. An orange Nike sports bra, followed by a dark orange tank top. Tiny little jean shorts from the bottom drawer and fit herself into them, fitting snuggly.

Grabbing her backpack that was packed with overnight clothes from Ashley and Nikki, Sonya slings it over her shoulders. Sonya leads her friends out the back door. Opening the garage door, she goes and gets Max from the back yard bringing him back into the house. Ashley took Max out before. Max is so used to Sonya’s friends that he’s friendly with all of them. He looks like a killer but to those who know him, he is anything but that. Sonya locks up the house as she gets her bike out of the garage. Closing the garage up behind her. Backpack over her shoulders as she and her friends take off back to Ashley’s house. Sonya already agreed with her mom if she could sleep over for a couple of days at Ashley’s. They ride past Mr Johnson’s house. Ashley and Nikki just keep riding but Sonya takes a quick look, She doesn’t see his car in the driveway and his garage is closed. She figures he probably went somewhere.

But he hadn’t gone anywhere. When Sonya went back inside and he saw her little friends let themselves in a little bit later, he lost interest in making sure the rest of the car was clean, so he rinsed off the soap and pulled the car back into the garage without even drying it off. He tossed the water from the bucket into the street, then packed it and the hose away. He glanced over at Sonya’s house one last time before giving a sigh and shutting the garage door. He plopped into his recliner again and flipped on “Wheel of Fortune” and didn’t move from there for the rest of the evening.

The next day, Bob spent the morning and afternoon trying to think of an excuse to be outside at 3 o’clock. Finally, he settled on the idea of changing the oil in the car. It didn’t really need it, and he hadn’t changed his own oil in nearly 20 years. But she didn’t know that, he’d probably just open the hood and stare at it for a while, maybe pour a little oil in it for show. At 2:45 he pulled the car out of the garage again, the hood sparkling clean, and opened the hood. A few people from the neighborhood drove past and politely waved at him, as they wondered what a guy his age could be up to, staring at his engine without doing much to it. He waited, watched the car, watched Sonya’s house, and waited some more. Something was wrong. He’d waited until almost 3:30, she had never started her run out this late before. Had he missed her? Was she so creeped out by him at their last encounter that she didn’t want to come out of the house with him there? Finally, he gave up, shaking his head, partly in disappointment that she didn’t show, partly in himself for being so affected by that fact. He pulled the car back into the garage and went back inside, and settled into his favorite chair for the evening.

The next day went just about the same. Bob was outside sweeping his driveway at 3, by 3:45 he had the neatest driveway in the neighborhood. His disappointment compounded. He hadn’t laid eyes on her in two days, going on three. Again he put the broom away and kicked back the recliner. He kept a bottle of Scotch close to him this time and slowly sipped on a glass of it as he numbed his mind with TV. Halfway through his third tumbler, he fell asleep.

He awoke sharply to a knock on the door. It was getting later but still light out, the sun heading to the horizon. He got up and answered the door, only to find his favorite eighth grader standing in front of him, dressed in only a bikini, biting on a fingernail and twisting back and forth.