Chapter 2

That night had ended with Vikki and I passed out in my basement, exhausted beyond belief. However, that hadn't stopped her from leaving sometime in the night to sneak home. She had left a note apologizing for leaving without waking me and explained that it was all part of her little scheme. Her scheme called for me to sleep with both her, and her mother, without Mrs. Fletcher finding out about Vikki and I. It made my head spin a little bit. So, I tried not to think about it whenever possible.

We'd given up trying to watch the movie. Just as we'd start to settle down and enjoy it, we would get 'distracted'. This first of these 'distractions', was when I couldn't tear my eyes away from her still bare crotch. My body had reacted accordingly, which, in my state of nakedness, was quite noticeable. She of course, noticed, and I nearly ended up in a sexual coma while she gloated, still fully charged and ready for more. But I digress.

The next morning I awoke feeling slightly stiff and in need of some energy. I changed, used the exercise equipment we had in the basement and considered either going for a run or heading to the gym for more. Dismissing both ideas, I showered and changed. Today was my 'off' day. Every other day I went over to the Fletcher's to work. The days in between were mine, though if I had plans, Mrs. Fletcher would let me skip a 'work' day. I looked at the clock. By now, Vikki would be at work and Mrs. Fletcher would be puttering around the house.

Try as I might I just couldn't keep Vikki out of my head. Everything she had said, the way we had kissed, the way we had touched. I couldn't stop thinking about it. It was blissful. And that's how I came to my decision as to what to do on my off day today. I cleaned myself up and grabbed up my keys and cell phone. I walked out to my car, a beat up Taurus. It was nothing compared to Vikki's car, and wasn't meant to last more than a few years, as freshmen weren't allowed to bring their cars next year. I tried to keep it in good shape, but just couldn't quite manage it.

Pulling out of the driveway, I headed for the highway, exiting a short time later. Now it was a red light filled drive through the shopping area of town, baking under the summer sun in a car with no air conditioning. Though, there was a nice breeze coming off the ocean that helped keep me cool. Did I mention we lived on the coast? Well, we did. An eternity later (damned red lights) and I was pulling into my destination.

I parked and shut off the car. Surreptitiously, and with plenty of furtive glances, I checked myself. I wasn't sweating too badly from the car ride, and I used a superb deodorant so I smelled 'spring time fresh'. I got out and locked the car, turning to stride into the Smokey Bones bar and grill.

The hostess recognized me from school and summoned a perky smile, "Hi Robbie."

"Afternoon Maya," I replied, leaning over her desk and making a vague waving motion with my hand while giving her my most flirtatious smile, "you'll seat me by the windows." Maya was the hottest nerd I've ever seen. She possessed a genius I.Q. and was obsessed with everything science fiction. She was trim, short, had short, red dyed hair that she spiked up, and wore a pair of thick framed glasses like she was made for them. The image of the sexy librarian came to mind when you looked at her. And if by some cruel twist of fate, she was unobtainable. If she didn't play for the other team so to speak, I would have been all over her. Of course that didn't stop me from hitting on her.

"Your mind tricks won't work on me, Jedi scum," she said, unable to stop a pleased little smile that I knew about her favorite sci-fi theme.

"Still, you'll seat me by the windows," I grinned, waving my hand again.

She rolled her eyes, "Only if you stop hitting on me."

"You drive a hard bargain Padawan," I paused as if considering it, "deal."

"God, you're weird," she said only loud enough for me to hear, as she used a wax pencil to cross of a seat by the windows on her chart and grab a menu.

"I'm weird? What was it you dressed up as for the Halloween dance?"

"I was a Twi'lek," she said defensively. I gave her a 'my-point-exactly' kind of look and immediately regretted it as she frowned, hurt. I dropped it; I liked her and didn't enjoy it when my harmless ribbing went too far.

Instead, I focused on just how sexy she looked in the unofficial uniform of Smokey Bones. Tight, oh-so-tight jeans and a tight black collared t-shirt completed the ensemble. Of course her girl senses alerted her to my scrutiny, and just to twist the knife, she put a little extra wiggle into her hips.

"You're the devil in disguise Maya," I said as she sat me.

"Pfft," she snorted, eying me derisively, "which head thinks that?" With that, she turned on her heel and marched back to the front desk and a family that had just walked in.

"Ouch," I said to myself, watching her go. I had just pulled my attention back to my surroundings and nearly had a heart attack as I realized Vikki was standing a few feet to my right.

"Holy crap!" I squeaked, actually scared.

"That's right 'holy crap'," she said quietly, her voice dangerously soft. "Don't think that because Maya is gay, that you flirting with her means anything less to me. And it doesn't help your case that she's prettier than me."

"Vikki, she's not..."

"Bup, bup!" she cut me off, "Don't even try."

"But..."

She gave me a warning look and I hung my head, suitably chastised.

Smiling, she reached out and touched my arm reassuringly. I guess she thought she had hurt my feelings or something.

"I suppose I should have been prepared for this," she started, drawing a confused look from me, "my boyfriend is a whore after all."

I pouted, that was not what I had expected her to say.

"Awww," she said like only a girl could, "but at least you my whore. That makes you special."

"So I'm a special whore," I mumbled, reaching out and pulling her into my lap.

She sighed, looking around to make sure no one was looking, she said "Yes. Now, what are you doing here?"

"I'm hungry." She rolled her eyes. "And I thought I might harass the staff a little bit." She jumped as she suddenly felt my hand between her legs. She was still a little sore from last night I think, or I had just startled her.

"Ooh, um, how sweet of you to think of me like that," she said quietly, swallowing hard to clear the sudden unwanted thoughts that popped into her head at my touch.

She carefully reached down and pulled my hand away, "Robbie, not now. I still have two hours on my shift and I can't be thinking about you the entire time."

She climbed out of my lap and fixed herself as I asked, "Why not?"

"I'm not answering that here. Now order something or I'll get in trouble for standing over here talking the whole time."

I sighed dejectedly and ordered a pulled pork sandwich with a coke. She wrote it down and took my menu, hesitating as she was about to leave before leaning down and kissing me hard, pushing me back into the booth. With a pleased little giggle, she pulled away and skipped off to the ordering station, leaving me wondering just what the hell had happened.

Despite the lack of a crowd when I arrived, it picked up considerably as soon as she left my side. She didn't have any time to spare on me, rushing around taking orders and delivering food. She managed to sneak me a kiss as she brought my order, but that was about it until she brought my check.

"Are you gonna hang out with me when I get back?" she purred as she handed me the check.

"Define hang out," I said coyly.

She didn't answer, just gave me a look that said 'you know what I mean'.

I grinned, "Whatever you want, babydoll." She thrilled at the new pet name and her mind flashed to whatever fantasy was in her head at the moment. The look on her face said it all; she was going to go insane waiting for her shift to end. I made sure to give her a big tip and stood up, pulling her into a tight hug and kissing her cheek. She staggered back slightly after I let her go, her movements uncoordinated and her mind clearly filled with thoughts of what was to come.

"No bye bye, Robbie?" I said, feigning a hurt tone.

"Bye bye, Robbie," she repeated absentmindedly. Smiling to myself, I discreetly smacked her supple rear and made my way to the door.

"See you around Maya," I smiled, wiggling my fingers in a wave.

She growled something at my back as I left, but nothing I could understand. Shaking my head, I nearly skipped back to my car, and got in. It would be two hours before she got off work, so I had time to burn. The mall was right down the street, so I decided to head down there.

I walked around; window shopped, walked around some more, and bought this teeny tiny shirt for Vikki. I met up with some friends that were doing much the same thing, just walking around wasting time. So, it ended up being a few hours before I realized what I was supposed to be doing. I excused myself, told them I'd call later, and left.

My car was an oven driving home, and by the time I walked through the front door I was sweating like a (insert crude stereotype) and in desperate need of a shower. Driving by, I had noticed Vikki's car was in her driveway, but it was as I got out of the shower that I realized she wasn't home, she was here! Vikki wore this very distinct perfume, an incredibly subtle scent that I would recognize anywhere. I can't even begin to describe what it smelled like, and she acted like it was a state secret so I assumed I would never find out.

So, brow furrowed in concern, I walked into my room and nearly tripped over a pile of clothes. I sighed, somewhere, in my house, was my naked seventeen year old girlfriend.

"Vikki?" I called out.

"What?" she said from directly behind me, almost literally scaring the piss out of me.

"Sweet paraplegic Jesus!" I nearly screamed, turning around to find her standing there, naked, eating out of a snack sized bag of popcorn.

"That's not very nice," she tutted calmly, unperturbed by my outburst and stuffing another handful of popcorn into her mouth.

Hand clutching at my heart, I gaped at her until she gave me a big lopsided grin. However, her eyes were inevitably drawn to the shopping bag I still managed to hold onto.

Her feminine eyes recognized the label, "What did you get me?"

"Who says I got you anything?" I retorted, finally managing to get myself under control.

"You don't shop there," she pointed out.

Feigning reluctance, I handed her the bag. "Smartass," I muttered as she squealed girlishly, seizing her present. Mind you, she's still naked. She handed me the popcorn and dug into the bag, pulling out the shirt.

"Oo, sexy," she purred, struggling into it. I had sized her just a little too small apparently, because it fit her like a second skin, though she didn't seem to mind. It wasn't a normal shirt, just barely covering her breasts, and left the rest of her torso bare. It took a moment, but her nipples, constricted as they were, hardened and strained against the fabric. Maybe it was the fact that she was naked, maybe it was the fact that there was a good chance we were going to fool around, and maybe it was the way the shirt fit her, but my shorts had shrunken considerably by now.

She took the popcorn from me and sauntered over to my bed. Sitting on the edge, she looked up at me with a wry little smile and patted the bed next to her.

"Why did you take so long?" she asked innocently, giving me doe eyes.

The question flew over my head for a moment before I remembered she had been here for an hour or so waiting for me.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that, I sort of got lost in my head," I said, feeling guilty under her gaze. "I hope it wasn't too painful for you."

"Painful? No, not painful, it felt kinda good actually."

"What?"

"You didn't expect me to sit around your house waiting for you without entertaining myself in some way, did you?"

"So what, you watched a movie?" I asked, knowing full well she did no such thing.

"No, baby," she grinned.

This was fun, so I decided to keep it up, "Well, then what did you do for an hour?"

She played along, "What would you have done if you're boyfriend showed up at work and made you so horny you could barely stand. Then, as a added bonus, when you got off work you rushed to his house to surprise him and then ended up waiting an hour for him to come home, all the while you're..." she couldn't seem to come up with the word she wanted but I knew what she meant.

"Well, if my boyfriend did that," I said as she snickered despite herself, "I'd probably beat his ass."

"Really?" she giggled.

I nodded my head sagely.

"Ok then," she said, finishing off her popcorn and carefully placing on the floor. She took a deep breath and turned to me, making sure to catch my eye.

I barely had time to yelp in surprise as she launched herself at me. Determined as she might have been, she was too small to get any sort of edge on me. I caught her and threw her further onto my bed, following soon after and trapping her body under my own.

"I'm sorry babydoll, really I am," I breathed in her ear, pressing my body against her. Her legs wrapped themselves around my waist and she looped her arms around my neck.

"Don't do it again," she gasped, feeling my trapped cock push against her crotch. By way of response, I kissed her hard, breaking away with an explosion of breath and attacking her neck with similar passion.

"Uhhn, Robbie," her voice took on a thick quality as her body revved up all over again. She held my head tightly to her neck and moaned as I switched to her ear, nibbling on the delicate piece of flesh and cartilage. All at once, I pulled away from her face and sat up straight on my knees, her legs still tightly wrapped around my waist. She collapsed back panting with the exception of her legs, and gave me the most lustful, pleading look she could muster, drawing me back to her with her eyes. Grinning, I ripped off my shirt and went back in, assaulting the other side of her neck and face.

Using her legs, she pulled her lower body up into my stomach, grinding her crotch against my abs. "Horny little devil," I whispered. She grinned drunkenly and kissed me full on the lips, worming her tongue into my mouth.

She groaned, "Yes, baby, I'm so fucking horny. I want you in me." She reached down and shoved her hands into my pants, pushing them down.

"God, it's so hot when you talk like that," I sighed, kissing her again and pushing my hips back against her, jabbing my cock into her butt cheek. As soon as she felt that, her legs fell away and she pushed her body down, lining up her pussy with my dick. She pulled me down on top of her and let out a frustrated noise as my cock stabbed into her thigh.

"Oh for god's sake," she cried out, "fuck me!" Quickly, I reached down between us and grabbed my dick, pushing it downwards and into her tight little cunt. I wasn't too careful this time; pressured by her frenzied actions, I forced nearly my entire length inside her. A low groan from deep in her throat told me she was still sore from last night but she was so filled with lust she could have cared less.

I lowered myself back down on top of her, relieved to see she took comfort from my closeness and pressure. She took a moment to settle her body and relax before wrapping her arms around me again.

There was a dull thump from outside and some laughter, but it hardly made an impact on my focus.

I was about to start pulling back but she stopped me, "Wait, uhhhn, just wait. This feels so good."

Suddenly, there was a bang that I recognized as the front door closing, "Shit!" I pulled my cock from her all in one go and shot to my feet.

She gasped in shock as she was completely emptied of my filling presence. I rushed to the door and listened hard, my dick beginning to shrink as panic set in. There were three voices, all of which I recognized. I swore and pulled up my shorts, looking back at Vikki. She lay spread eagled on my bed, still gasping for breath as her legs squirmed in my absence.

"It's our parents," I hissed, "get dressed!" I snatched her clothes off the floor and tossed them at her. I couldn't help but smile as her soaked panties landed on her face.

Groaning in frustration, she scraped the little pink undergarment off her face, "C'mon Robbie, you can do it quick cant you? I can be quiet."

"Victoria!" I heard Mrs. Fletcher call from downstairs. Muttering the vilest curses I have ever heard, she threw on her clothes over the shirt I had bought her and pushed past me.

"Coming, mom!" She stopped just past the door and looked back at me, "I have to go to my aunt's for three days."

"What!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, sorry I didn't tell you."

"What am I supposed to do with myself?" I asked, half serious.

"You've got my mom to entertain you," she said, a twinge of jealousy in her voice and more than a little annoyance at having to leave. She turned and headed downstairs with me in her wake. My parents and Mrs. Fletcher stood at the bottom of the stairs by the door, talking about something and laughing a lot.

"Ready to go sweetie?" she asked as Vikki sulked down the stairs.

"My bags are in my room," she pouted, heading out the front door and around the corner.

"I don't know why she's so upset, she's known about this for a while now," Mrs. Fletcher told my parents. They nodded knowingly, very familiar with the erratic behavior of the species known as teenagerus pain-in-the-assus. I stood between my parents and Mrs. Fletcher, waiting for my cue to either leave or stay.

"Do you want something to drink, Amanda?" my mother asked, gesturing further into the house.

"Oh, no thank you Susan. I need to drive Victoria to her aunt's house." She looked at me all of a sudden and smiled before turning back to my parents, "And I was wondering if I could borrow a certain strapping young man to help me move some furniture when I get back."

"Of course, he needs to keep busy anyways," my father chuckled, giving me a playful shove.

"Aww, three days in a row, Mrs. Fletcher?" I pretended to complain.

"Ahh, quiet boy, she pays you too well for you to be bitching," my dad said, he wasn't serious, but my parents loved having me at the age where they could swear again. Mrs. Fletcher giggled, giving me a quick look before cocking her head.

"Mom! Let's go!" we could hear Vikki calling from outside.

"Maybe I'll take you guys up on that drink later tonight," she said, casting glances out the door. My parents smiled and excused themselves to start dinner as Mrs. Fletcher made to leave. When my parents turned away, Mrs. Fletcher gave me a look.

"So, what are we moving?" I asked as she too turned to go.

With a sly look over her shoulder she said, "My bed." She had disappeared before I could muster a suitable response.

Grinning anyways, I headed into the house and waited for dinner.

It was nearly two hours before my cell phone rang. I was lounging on the back porch, reveling in the cooling evening air.

"Hello?"

"Where's my pool boy?" Mrs. Fletcher giggled girlishly on the other end.

I laughed, "I'll be right over Mrs. Fletcher, I know how helpless you are."

I pictured her pouting, "I'm not helpless." I stood and began walking around the house.

"Yeah? How do you start the lawn mower?"

There was silence as she thought about it, "With a key?"

I couldn't help but laugh, "No, Mrs. Fletcher, not with your mower." I reached her front door and rang the bell. The door was thrown open while I wasn't looking and I was yanked inside into Mrs. Fletcher's warm embrace.

"Don't make fun of me pool boy, I'll have to get rough with you."

"What's this? You have sex with me once and now you're all cocky like some kind of teenager?"

She wore a sheer robe that might as well have been invisible, and she cradled me against her body like only a mother could as she spoke, "I feel like I'm a teenager again. It's so weird, but oohh does it feel good."

I chuckled, feeling her hands roving up and down my back. She squeezed me tightly and let go, taking my hand and leading me down the hall with the energy of someone half her age. She burst through her bedroom doors and slung me across the room. I squeaked in surprise as I landed, she threw off her robe and practically tossed her body on top of me, driving the breath from my lungs.

She grabbed my head and held it to her chest, basically forcing a nipple into my mouth. All she had on was a pair of lacey black panties. Her weight was settled on my stomach, not giving my lungs a chance to refill themselves. She pulled her breasts from my face and crushed her lips against my own. Breaking away with a gasp, she grinned down at me and pulled my shirt over my head.

"Insatiable woman," I groaned and reached up to grab her shoulders, using the hold to throw her onto her back. She giggled madly and pulled me down on top of her.

"Big strong boy like yourself, who wouldn't be drawn to you?"

She kissed me and whined as I pulled away, sitting up straight and straddling her trim stomach on my knees. She reached up to pull me down again but I trapped her wrists in one hand and reached down to squeeze one of her big tits with the other. She groaned and shifted her body underneath me.

I nearly giggled, "Look!" I waved her hands around, still trapped in my unbreakable grip, "Now I can do whatever I want with you."

She shuddered, goosebumps rising all along her body at the thought that she was completely at my mercy. "Ravish me," she breathed, her sparkling blue eyes pleading.

I leaned down, pushing her hands ahead of me so they were pinned against the bed above her head. I leaned down so close that she tried to arch up and kiss me, but couldn't quite manage it.

"No," I whispered, "I'm going to do just the opposite." Despite the painfully hard erection in my shorts, I was fully prepared to make this woman scream for it.

She looked like she was actually going to cry for a second, "Robbie no, please. You can't."

"Can't I?" I said distractedly, looking around her room. I rarely had reason to come into Mrs. Fletcher's room, so it was unfamiliar to me. The large bed we occupied was the main feature of the room, complimented by a dresser, make up station, and walk in closet all made from the same wood. All in all it was very tasteful, not overly ostentatious but displayed restrained style. Family pictures adorned the walls as well as ribbons and awards she had won as a girl for horseback riding and karate.

"Too bad you don't have any handcuffs, that would make this easier," I mused, giving her a playful smile. Something flashed across her eyes and she deliberately avoided eye contact with me.

"Oo, you do have some!" I cried excitedly, "Where are they?"

"I don't have any. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Mrs. Fletcher," I cooed, leaning down and kissing her cheek as she tried to look innocent, "You can't lie to me and you know it." I got off of her and stood up, still holding her hands in my own. My hands were beginning to cramp as she kept trying to break free. I let her go and stood by her nightstand.

"Could they be in here?"

"No," she squirmed under my scrutiny. I smiled and pulled open the top drawer, taking my eyes from her nervous face to the contents of the drawer. I snorted, typical top drawer stuff. Yes there was a pair of those fluffy handcuffs, but there was also good sized pink dildo, a thumb sized vibrator, and a half full tube of lube.

"Naughty girl," I took out the hand cuffs and the lube, "what's this for? From what I've seen, you don't need this one bit."

She gave me a look and I knew immediately what it was for. "Oh, Mrs. Fletcher." She blushed hard and looked away.

"Wow, why is that so hot?" I asked no one in particular, the strain in my shorts was almost unbearable as I imagined her trying to push that dildo into her ass while frantically fingering her pussy.

"It's not my fault," she mumbled softly.

I tossed the tube back in the drawer and plucked out the vibrator, before walking back to the bed. She covered her breasts with an arm and gave me a wary look.

"Give me your hands," I ordered calmly.

"No," she said petulantly, sitting up and pulling her hands out of my reach.

"Mrs. Fletcher," I crawled onto the bed after her, as she kept backing away. I reached out to cuff her wrist but hesitated as she grinned wickedly. She grabbed my wrist first and turned, rolling me over her shoulder in one smooth movement. Before I could even register what happened, she had slapped the cuffs on me and perched herself on my chest.

"Mmm, all tied up and at my mercy," she purred triumphantly.

"Damn it," I muttered.

She picked up the vibrator from where it had fallen and brought it up so I could see it. Slowly she brought it to her mouth and stuck out her tongue, lightly licking the tip until it shone. She scooted up my chest, knees pressing into my sides and took the little device from her mouth.

"This thing is so much fun," she said quietly, turning it on with a soft buzzing sound. She brought it down and traced the tip around my right nipple. It felt weird, not bad, just weird and I watched as my nipple hardened like crazy. After a moment, she switched to the other, giving it the same treatment.

She must have gotten bored, because she sighed and shut off the vibrator, tossing it onto the bed next to us. "I don't even know what to do with a tied up boy toy, how sad is that?"

"It's not that sad. You're just easier to play with."

"Oh, you think so do you?" she said coyly. She looked back over her shoulder, a wild grin revealing her white teeth as she turned back. Smoothly, like only she could, she pivoted on my chest and reached down to grab my cock through my shorts. I inhaled sharply through my teeth; the feel of her hands was a huge relief on my throbbing shaft.

"Oh, look at you. Someone's ready," she remarked huskily.

"Nnh," was all I could muster, as she undid my shorts and pushed them down. Her hand wrapped around my dick and squeezed hard. I nearly lost it right then and there!

She leaned down and put her head on my thigh, lightly rubbing my cock with delicate fingers. My vision was filled with her panty covered ass and I longed to be able to touch it. Damned handcuffs, whose bright idea had that been, oh wait...

"Ahh!" I moaned, as the tip of my cock was engulfed in wet heat. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock like I've never experienced before, and I felt like I was being dragged further down her throat.

I whimpered as I felt myself getting close, earning a pleased look from Mrs. Fletcher. Straining against my bonds, my back arched and my hips rose, accidentally driving more of my cock into her mouth. She made no nose of discomfort, just relaxed her throat. I ached to touch her, to do something with my hands; the inability to do so was maddening. I felt my body release itself into her throat with a sense detachment, like I wasn't really doing it yet I could feel all the sensations of climax. It was all very strange.

I watched with fascination as her throat worked to coax every last drop of cum out of me. After draining me dry, she sucked hard as she pulled her lips off my cock.

"Oh, god!" I groaned, lying back, panting.

"Hmm," she sighed, a self-satisfied little smirk on her full rouge lips. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to piece my mind back together after having it blown so completely.

I couldn't quite do it, my whole body reeling with the onslaught of sensation.

"Why do you look so cute right now?" she mused, sitting cross-legged next to me and stroking my face and head.

"What?" I exclaimed tiredly, "I'm always cute." She giggled and leaned down, kissing me on the cheek.

"Now, can I let you go and trust you'll be a good boy?" she asked, flattening herself against my body.

"Define good boy," I countered, flashing a wicked grin. She laughed, leaning in and kissing me hard. I fancied I could still taste myself on her lips but didn't care.

"In that case..." she trailed off, rolling gracefully off the bed and wandering around the frame towards my feet. She reached out and yanked my shorts and boxers from around my knees and tossed them across the room. Then, as slowly and as sensually as she could, she crawled back onto the bed and up my body, until she was straddling my thighs. She looked down at my already hardening cock with fascinated amusement.

"Ah, youth," she mused, smiling as she reached down and softly ran her fingers over the hard piece of flesh and blood. Already sensitive from before, her touch was like lightning shooting through my body and my cock jerked in response. Mrs. Fletcher bit her lip, eyes locked on my shaft as it twitched against my stomach, one hand gently touching it now and then, and the other going from one breast to the next squeezing and pinching her own nipples.