I could not believe it. My dad just left on a business trip and doesn't plan to return for three days. He knew I have a big game this Friday and we always have a "boy's" night before the game. I look forward to it every Thursday. We usually order a pizza and play some cards or watch some sports on TV. It is usually the only time I get to spend with him since he works a lot.

Dad apologized for missing our night before the game. He said I could invite some friends over to hang out instead and order a pizza - on him. The twenty bucks he gave me won't cover that much pizza. Now I have to come up with a plan so I do not get stuck at home with Jessica, my step-mom. Don't think there will be much fun doing that.

Dad married Jessica six-months ago. They spend most of their time together except when he is working and on Thursday nights - that's our night. She is three years younger than him but not that bad looking for her age. She is your average height but because she has a small waist and long legs, she looks taller. She is not real big in the tits department but I saw her in a T-shirt once without a bra and her nipples were like little eraser tips. She caught me looking her way and quickly turned away and went down the hall.

So here I am. Thursday afternoon, no plans, and only twenty bucks in my pocket. I thought about going over to Amy's house but her parent's would be home and I would have a slim chance getting lucky. She's my girlfriend. I haven't gotten in her pants yet but she gives great head — at least based on my limited experience in seventeen years.

Just as I was getting ready to leave the house and go shoot some pool at the local bowling alley, Jessica came home from work. She came directly up stairs to my room and knocked on my door.

"Honey, I am so sorry, but I have to go back to the office. I know you spend time with your father on Thursday's and I had planned to substitute. I will be late so here is 20 bucks to get you a pizza and invite some guys over to watch the ballgame."

"That's okay. I was just going to play some pool over at Ricky's."

"I would rather you didn't. That is a rough place at night. Just stay here and call over a few friends. But behave."

"Okay." Knowing I was going the minute she left. She smiled and turned to leave. I did not have to wait long as she was gone in 10 minutes back to the office.

Okay, now I can go. Knock. Knock.

The only person that could be was the live-in maid. Laura was drop dead gorgeous. Wavy hair with size 38D tits (voyeur I am had checked her bras before) you could fall off of on the way to hell. That's right. She was a blazing red-head and I am sure she was red-headed down below - had to be. But she stayed on the other end of the house when she was off duty. She called it her downtime.

"You ready?" Laura said through the door. The gears in my head started turning. "For what?" I asked. I had no idea.

She opened my door and entered without asking. That was unusual. I was half dressed in jeans and socks. Being young and male, I had no sense of indecency being topless in front of her.

"Silly, you know you always spend time with John on Thursdays. I just figured since he was gone we could bond. You know, go get a pizza and a movie from Blockbuster's. Then we can come back here and stay up late and spend some quality time together since your mom will be gone too."

"What, eat pizza and watch a chick flick?" I asked sarcastically.

"Of course not you pig!" and with a smile reached out and pinched my left nipple - hard.

"Hey, cut that out!" I squealed.

"Ahhh, did I hurt the poor baby? Come here and let mama kiss it all better."

In my half delirium of pain, I leaned toward her and she actually bent over and kissed one of my nipples. Talk about 0 to 60 from torture to tingly. Lara, our fine maid, just kissed my nipple; I am sure she sucked on it too. To some degree, you have to when your lips make contact with something.

"You pick out the movie and I pick out the pizza. Deal?" She acted as if our little scene never happened. I was so unsure what to do next. I did not want to overreact but the maid just lip locked with my nipple; what seventeen year old teenage jock would pass on a chance to test his limits? Maybe I could do that same thing to her and get away with it? Maybe? Nah!!! But if...

"Okay, but dad and I usually watch sports or play cards or both. There is a ballgame on TBS later tonight. And we usually get the meat lover's pizza."

"Okay but I don't know much about baseball nor cards. It might be fun if you don't mind this old gal asking lots of questions..." Yeah, all twenty something years for that old gal.

It was set. We were spending the evening together doing guy stuff. The pizza arrived on time at 6:45. The ballgame was slated to start at 7:00. I had disappeared to my room to change into sweat pants and a t-shirt. Laura likewise wanted to change and "dress for the occasion". After paying the delivery guy with the money Jessica gave me - yeah I forgot to tell her Dad gave me twenty bucks - I went into the den to turn on the TV and setup the card table in case the game wasn't any good. I had just finished when Laura came down the hall.

I immediately was drawn to the fact she was dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt just like me. She wore a canary yellow t-shirt two sizes too small and orange sweats that looked two sizes too big. She looked stiff as a board up top and looses as a goose down below. Her bare feet complimented her attire as did her somewhat brushed hairdo done up in a bun atop her fiery red curls. This evening was going to turn out okay after all.

We sat next to each other on the sofa in front of the 42" plasma in the den and casually chatted about my school, her work, my girlfriend, her work, my sports, her work, and my plans after high school. It quickly became evident she didn't partake in many activities outside of her work. She was very inquisitive about Amy and our dates; what did we do, where did we go, was it fun, etc. Lots of questions and she often hinted for me to share the things we did sexually or better yet if we did things yet. I would have none of that though. I do not kiss and tell. A guy has to have his standards.

The game was starting. Half way through and 100 questions later the game was tied at 1 each. My favorite team was playing well tonight but so was the opposing team. The pitchers were doing an amazing job controlling the contest with their fast pitches and wicked curve balls.

"So, he has two balls?" she asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, and no strikes." We watched two more batters and the inning was over, still tied. I got up to get another Coke. "Do you want anything?" I asked on the way into the kitchen. "Bring me another wine cooler, honey."

When I returned, she had grabbed a blanket from inside the coffee table and covered her legs. "Cold? Maybe you shouldn't drink another one of these. Want some coffee or hot chocolate?"