Cougars Know Best Pt. 03 Prologue

Chapter 24

Stacy's eyes fluttered open when she heard me, but it was like she was fighting the morning every step of the way. The sheet had slipped down to her waist at some point, leaving her fantastic tits catching the early sunlight that was coming in through the half-closed blinds. Finally managing to get them open, she squinted at me, then at the tray I'd set on the nightstand closest to her. A lazy groan came out as she stretched, along with a satisfied smile that spread across her face.

"Awww, you made breakfast?" She didn't sound awake yet, so her voice came out groggy more than anything else. "Like... you actually made real food? Not just cereal?"

I shrugged, playing it cool even though I could feel my dick starting to harden while trying to not look at her tits.

"I told you before I know how to cook," I said. "I figured you'd be hungry after last night, and since I was up, I made you some eggs and toast, and then figured I'd grab some of the fruit from the fridge too. I hope that's ok. I wasn't sure if you're a religious coffee drinker in the morning, though, but it's still hot if you are."

She pushed herself up on one elbow, causing the sheet to fall even lower, not that she seemed to care. Her blonde hair was a wild mess, with strands sticking to her cheek and shoulder, and she had a faint red mark on her neck that looked like it was probably from me getting a little carried away hours ago. She didn't bother covering up, and just reached for the coffee first, taking a long sip before letting out a contented sound.

"Mmm. God, you're spoiling me," she said, setting the mug down and picking up a fork. "If you keep this up, I might have to keep you around."

I laughed under my breath and sat on the edge of the bed, stealing a strawberry from the bowl. "Well I'm not gonna complain about waking up to those tits," I smirked. "Julie would probably end up wondering where I disappeared too though."

Stacy rolled her eyes when I made the comment about her boobs, but she still smiled, scooping up some eggs. "Julie needs to chill. You're graduated. You're allowed to have a life." She took a bite, chewed thoughtfully, then grinned. "These are good, by the way. Like, I know it's just eggs, but they're weirdly good. When did you learn to cook?"

"Living with Julie," I said. "She works late a lot. So, it was just another one of those things I thought I could do to take something off her plate. Someone had to keep us from starving."

She nodded, but her tone about Julie lightened up a little bit. "You're a good brother, Zack. Seriously."

I didn't really know what to say to that, so I just shrugged again and focused on my own plate. We ate comfortably in silence for a few, listening to the sounds of the scrape of forks against the plates. One thing about Stacy was that everything always felt natural. Or at least easy. As if we'd been doing this for months instead of only having spent the night twice now.

When she finished, Stacy set her plate aside and stretched again, arching her back and making it impossible not to look at the firm tits on her chest. When she caught me staring, she giggled.

"Shower?" she asked, not bothering to wait for an answer before sliding out of bed. "I feel like I still smell like chlorine and sex."

Who was I to object, and immediately followed.

The bathroom closest to her room was big, designed with all white tile and glass, and a big ass rainfall showerhead that could turn the whole room into steam in seconds. I let her jump in first, watching as the water cascaded over her head and down her back, and her face was tilted up into the spray. I watched for a second, admiring her figure, before joining her.

The water was hot, as in it was a bit too hot for my taste, and I wondered why anyone wanted it hot enough to make you sweat while trying to clean off. After quickly washing her hair, and then lathering it up with conditioner, Stacy turned toward me, and her naturally blonde hair looked much darker from the water, plastered to her shoulders. There was also something enticing about seeing the water droplets clinging to her lips. She didn't say anything, just reached for her body wash and lathered it between her hands before running them down my chest and over my stomach. While she was using enough pressure to wash me, it felt more like she was teasing me.

I pulled her closer, sliding my hands over wet skin, until I was cupping her ass, and pressing my rapidly growing erection against her belly. She let out a teasing giggle, and tipped her head back so I could kiss her neck. The water made everything slippery, for the most part. I backed her gently against the tile wall, and she wrapped one leg around behind mine, opening herself to me without any objection.

We didn't bother wasting any time talking.

I took my time kissing down her throat, then worked along her collarbone, tasting water and skin and the faint trace of whatever conditioner she used. When my mouth trailed a bit lower so it could close over one nipple, she gasped, putting her hands behind my head, and pulling me closer. I was quickly learning how naturally responsive her body seemed to be, and I loved it. It was like even her body was encouraging me with little twitches and sounds, beyond the way her body moved against mine.

When I dropped to my knees, she instantly spread her legs wider, bracing one hand against the wall, and combing the other through my wet hair. I licked at the very top of her slit, catching the way she trembled, and pushed against me a little harder every time my tongue circled her clit. She just let me explore, and figure out what made her thighs shake most and her moans grow more frequent.

"Zack..." she whimpered in this high-pitched, breathy voice. "Oh, shit..."

I kept going until she was rocking her hips against my mouth through her orgasm and pulling at my hair almost painfully. When she finally sagged back against the wall to support herself, I stood and kissed her deeply so she could taste herself on my mouth. She didn't hesitate to kiss me back, reaching down to wrap her hand around my shaft.

"Your turn," she whispered, knelt down on the tile floor without any prompting from me.

The sight of her beneath me with the water pelting her head, parting her lips, and squinting through the spray from the side of us, was ridiculously hot for some reason. She took me in her mouth, only pausing long enough to tease the head with her tongue, followed by a kiss on the tip then sealing her lips around the crown and sliding down. She took as much as she could in one go. Her hand worked what her mouth couldn't reach, and then she started intentionally humming, trying to send the vibration through my cock.

A hummer never really did much for me, but honestly, it didn't matter. I didn't last long regardless, thanks to her enthusiasm and the way her hand and mouth worked in tandem. Topping that off was the way she looked up at me, like her eyes were smiling about what she was doing, even though her mouth was too busy to smile as well. It was as if she wanted every second of it, never missing a beat through every wincing gag. When I came, she kept her mouth locked over it and just took it all. Once she decided she'd gotten everything I had to offer, she opened her mouth, with a proud, one-breath laugh, showing me there was nothing in her mouth.

Standing up, she turned her face to the water, and rinsed her mouth with a few swishes and spits. We stayed under the water a little longer. She rinsed the last traces of the conditioner from her hair, while I helped "wipe away" the slippery traces from her ass as she did. Eventually, she reached past me to turn off the faucet.

"Okay," she said, sounding pleased, "I think I'm as clean as I'm gonna get as long as you're around."

I laughed, stepping out and grabbing her a towel. She took it with a quick thanks, wrapped it around herself and dried off, while I had grabbed another and did the same.

Once we dried off, we brushed our teeth, bumping hips to push the other out of the way in a playful fight for the sink, even though there was a dual vanity. Teeth clean and minty, we spent a minute making out. Neither of us felt any rush since there was no school and no jobs. Not even a bit of awkwardness, considering I'd just spent the night after agreeing we weren't looking for a relationship. I'd been skeptical she'd be able to follow through on that, but everything was easy between us, and it felt good in the moment.

Eventually, we ended up back in her room. She pulled on a tiny, cropped tank top that showed her sexy belly, along with a pair of shorts, going sans bra, and then flopped onto the bed with her phone. I found my clothes from yesterday scattered on the floor and stuffed them into my bag. After pulling out a fresh pair, I started getting dressed too.

"You heading out?" she asked, not looking up from her screen.

"Yeah. I figure I'll go home and check in with Julie. Make sure she didn't go without eating anything last night since I wasn't home. Every now and then it's like she just forgets."

Stacy nodded, and I could hear the little fake clicking from her phone's keyboard as she typed away at something. "Cool. Text me later?" she asked, finally dropping the phone to her side and looking up at me.

"Always," I said, leaning down to kiss her one last time. She was a good kisser, I noted, then felt her give my ass a playful squeeze before letting me go.

"Hey! Jeez, I'm more than just a piece of meat, you know?" I joked, grabbing the empty tray from the nightstand. "I always feel so violated after being around you." I smiled on my way out, carrying the tray to the kitchen to rinse it off before leaving.

"It's the price you pay for getting to hang around!" she hollered after me as I walked down the hall. It was a fair price.

As I stepped out the door into the garage and walked to my car, the warmth of the morning hit me full force as soon as the garage door opened. It had been a great start to the day, and everything felt loose and satisfied, and my head almost felt clear thanks to her distracting me from my thoughts of Liz.

I knew what I was feeling wasn't love. Hell, it wasn't even close to the feelings I should have from a relationship. But damn if it didn't feel good.

Pulling out of the garage, I threw the car in park, ran inside the garage to hit the button, and bolted out before it could close on me. Climbing in my car, I headed home.

Chapter 25

By the time I pulled into our apartment complex, the sun was already climbing high, making the blacktop of the parking lot seem far hotter than it had been at Stacy's house on the beach. Thankfully, the drive home had been quick, at least. Part of me had wanted to drag out getting home, and maybe circle the block a few times just to clear my head of the thoughts that had drifted back to Liz's room, before having to hold a conversation with Julie. But no. I parked in my usual uncovered spot, glad it was open, and headed inside.

The place was empty. It took me calling Julie's name a couple of times of before it hit me that it was Tuesday and she was at work. There was a note stuck to the fridge in her neat handwriting: I hope you had a good night, but were responsible at least. I've got a pretty full day, so I'll check on you later. There's stuff for sandwiches if you want. Don't starve. Love, J.

I smiled at that. Even when the other wasn't around, we were always looking out for each other.

I dropped my keys on the counter and headed to my room, tossing my overnight bag in the corner. My phone buzzed almost immediately.

Stacy: you make it home safe? miss your big little friend already ????

I stared at the screen for a second, grinning.

Zack: yeah just got in. he misses you too. you surviving without me?

Stacy: barely. pool's calling my name. since mom's gone till this weekend, the house is all mine ???? what are you up to this week?

Zack: probably gonna hit the gym later today. gotta do something productive before i turn into a total bum.

Stacy: lameeee. you should come back over and be unproductive with me instead!

The idea of it was tempting. Really tempting. I could already picture her out there in one her skimpy bikinis without her mom around, wearing her sunglasses, and her phone in her hand with her legs stretched out on a lounge chair.

But I just needed a day, at least one, to reset. I didn't want to get too swept up like I was diving headfirst into whatever this was without looking.

Zack: tempting but gonna pass today. rain check?

Stacy: fineeee be boring. i'll just have to entertain myself then ???? pic incoming

A second later, a pic loaded of Stacy lounging on a float in the pool, dangling one of her legs in the water. The pink bikini top was just enough to cover her tits, but the thin fabric did nothing to hide how hard her nipples were underneath it. She had her tongue out in a playful pout, and one hand was tugging the edge of her top, pulling it down just enough to flash a tease of skin. The caption that came with it read, "And to think, you could be you rubbing sunscreen all over me..."

I groaned out loud, and my hand moved to adjust the growing bulge in my shorts without thinking.

Zack: fuck, if I'm rubbing thick white strips into your skin while you're wearing that, it's not gonna be sunscreen

Stacy: promise?? ???? god I love when you talk like that. might have to handle things myself till next time you're around... text me and let me know when you can hang out?

Zack: absolutely

I tossed the phone aside and dragged my hands over my face, wondering what I was getting myself into with her.

After that, I changed into gym shorts and a tank, grabbed my water bottle, and drove to the little fitness center one of my friends worked at, and would let me sneak into it. It was nothing special, but it had a bit more than what our gym at the apartment had. There was a row of treadmills facing a wall of TVs, a bit more of a variety of weight machines and some free weights. And of course, there were mirrors everywhere reflecting both guys and girls, who spent almost as much time flexing in the mirror as they actually spent lifting.

I blasted my playlist through my headphones of hard bass and fast beats, in an attempt to lose myself in the weights. I went through rotations of bench press, squats, and deadlifts. The burn felt good and almost cleansing. With every rep, I tried to push the haze of last night and this morning a little further back.

By the time I finished, I was dripping sweat, and my muscles were shaking from how hard I'd pushed. I grabbed a protein shake from the vending machine, drinking it while I sat in my car with the AC blasting, and scrolling through my phone.

Stacy had sent another pic while I'd been in doing my workout, of a close-up of her oiled-up legs pointing her toes, with the message wish these were wrapped around you right now

I laughed to myself, shaking my head. I'd never realized how relentless she was, and yeah, it worked. But I still didn't reply right away, and instead I decided to let her wonder a little.

Back home, I showered again, washing away the sweat from the gym, and threw together a turkey sandwich. The apartment was still quiet, and since it was such a nice day out, even if it was a bit warmer than I necessarily preferred, I opened the patio door and ate on the couch, flipping through channels without really watching anything.

My mind decided it didn't have any interest in watching anything and wandered instead. Obviously it went to Stacy, partially thanks to her texts, but also just the memory of how fun she could be. More specifically, how good her mouth felt in the shower this morning, and the sounds she made when I went down on her. How easy it all felt with no expectations, and no heavy talks. Just the fun.

But then, uninvited, it naturally moved across the house to Liz.

I couldn't help it. The house had been empty this morning other than Stacy and me, but I could still imagine her going through her own routines. The confident stride she had. The way her cover-up had clung to her at the party. Even her little winks and the teasing comments that left me wondering what her deal was. She was always so... put together and felt like she was in control of everything around her. She came across like she knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it.

I thought about how great Stacy was, amazing, even. But she was... young was the best way to describe her. Not that I wasn't. I liked that she was playful, going with the flow.

But Liz felt different. There was something about how her maturity just added to her sexiness. She was the kind of woman who could teach a guy things.

I shifted on the couch, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable. What the hell was I doing? Thinking about my friend with benefits' mom while that very same said friend was blowing up my phone with sexy pics?

Get a grip, Zack.

Trying to shake the thoughts away, I turned the TV up louder, settling on an older action flick with explosions every five minutes. It was mindless, but I'm not sure that was a good thing, since it didn't fully distract.

Julie got home around five-thirty, looking beat. Her blouse was wrinkled, with hair escaping the impromptu bun it looked like she'd thrown it up quickly, and she kicked off her flats with a sigh.

"Rough day?" I asked, pausing the sequel to the last movie.

"You have no idea," she said, collapsing next to me. "I swear it was like my boss kept changing his mind every five seconds. I need wine... or pizza. Fuck it, I need both."

"Pizza it is," I said, already pulling up the app on my phone. "My treat," I offered from the little bit of money I had in my savings.

She cocked an eyebrow and looked at me. "You're in a good mood. Stacy effect?"

I felt my face heat. "Tsk," I clicked with my tongue, "fuck off. No, I just thought I'd treat you since you had a day, and I've basically done nothing.

Julie laughed, nudging me with her shoulder. "Uh-huh, whatever you've gotta tell yourself," she clowned. "Either way, I'm glad you're getting out there. You deserve it after... everything."

We ordered pepperoni and breadsticks, choosing to eat on the couch while the movie played. Julie ranted about work for a while, and it sounded like it was more than just her boss changing his mind. Some coworker had thrown her under the bus when a deadline got moved up. I listened, nodded, and kept my mouth shut. I learned a while ago that sometimes she just needed to vent, and me trying to tell her what I thought she should do would only piss her off more.

By ten, she was yawning into her wine glass. "Man, I'm old," she said, stretching as she stood up. "I'm already crashing, hard. Don't stay up too late, kiddo."

"Night, sis," I called as she shuffled down the hall to her room. I heard her door tap shut a few seconds later.

I gathered the pizza boxes, stuffed the leftover breadsticks into the fridge, and killed the TV. With nothing else on, the apartment felt quiet all of a sudden. It was almost too quiet after the noise of the movie and listening to Julie's work stories. Taking one last look around to make sure I didn't miss anything, I wiped down the coffee table out of habit, and then headed to my room.

I'd plugged my phone into the charger earlier that day since it was low after it hadn't been charged last night, and when I grabbed it, the screen lit up with a string of unread messages. I pretty much expected it to be Stacy. Maybe another selfie, or even a flirty goodnight, but when I unlocked it, the notifications were from a group chat with my guys.

Tyler: dude you alive? haven't seen you since graduation

Marcus: he's probably locked in stacy's bedroom 24/7 lmao

Drew: this man ghosted the group chat for pussy i swear

Marcus: leave him alone he's probably still inside her

Tyler: if you are alive, beach tomorrow? a bunch of us are going around noon. bring whoever

Marcus: yeah bring stacy. and her mom ????

Tyler: bro shut up

Marcus: what? everyone knows mrs j is fire

Drew: bring sunscreen too pretty boy don't want you burning that new girl's view

I snorted and just shook my head as I read the shit-talking. A couple of other guys had chimed in with laughing emojis and fire GIFs. In the end it was nothing new. Liz had been the topic of every guy in school at one point or another.

I kept my response relatively short.

Zack: i'm alive, but it's a maybe on the beach thing. we'll see

Tyler: weak. commit man, don't be a pussy

Marcus: he's scared stacy's gonna see him checkin out other girls

Zack: night fuckers

I tossed the phone onto the bed and stripped down to my boxers, flopping down on the bed. I stared at the outline of the ceiling fan as it spun overhead, pushing the warm air around. There had been no new texts from Stacy. Not a single one since that last selfie by the pool this afternoon.

I scrolled back up through the few texts to the pool pic she'd sent earlier. There was no denying she looked insane, and all golden skinned in the tiny bikini. If she was gonna end up at the beach tomorrow, she'd probably roll up looking something like that again. And half the guys there would end up drooling.

A part of me was relieved that she wasn't acting all clingy, or blowing me up every five minutes. Especially since that was the whole point of keeping things casual, right? To keep it no pressure, a part of me expected there to be a quick "night" or something.

And I noticed the silence more than I wanted to admit. She'd been quick with the pics and messages earlier, then... radio silence. She had her house to herself all week with her mom out of town until the weekend sometime. No doubt it left plenty of time to do whatever, or whoever, she wanted.

I rolled onto my side, staring at the dark screen of my phone.

Some bullshit part of me started to wonder if she was out with someone else right now? Maybe some dude from another school? One of her "friends" she mentioned in passing sometimes?

The truth is that the thought should've been fine. It wasn't like we were exclusive. We'd literally agreed on that. Hell, I was the one who said I didn't want a girlfriend, especially not with college starting in a couple of months.

But the idea of her laughing at someone else's texts, or sending those same flirty pics to some other dude, fucking maybe even doing more than that... it twisted something in my insides for some reason.

I grabbed the phone again, going right back to the text thread with her. I could text her. I could be the one to send a casual 'night' or something. At least then I'd see if she answered fast or if it took a while.

Thinking better of it, I locked the screen and shoved it under my pillow.

Get over yourself, Zack. That's literally the deal you wanted. Just fun and no strings.

I closed my eyes and tried to force myself to sleep, but my brain wouldn't shut off. I kept seeing images of Stacy flashing by in her hot ass bikini by the pool, which led to the memory of her humping against my mouth in the shower this morning. Then, just like she always did, Liz crept into my thoughts. It was Liz walking through her bedroom in one of those silk robes, or better yet, one of the little items I'd seen in her drawer, carrying a glass of wine. In my head she was smirking at me as she sat at the foot of her bed, inviting me to come join her.

I groaned and rolled to face the other way, punching the pillow.

Stacy was the one I was doing whatever with, and the one who wanted me. Or at least wanted the same thing I did. Liz was... off-limits. She was a fantasy crush that I needed to get out of my head and under control.

It felt like it took forever, but eventually sleep won out, and I drifted off.

But even in my sleep, my dreams didn't play fair. One minute I'd be with Stacy, hearing her playful giggle in my ear, and the next it was Liz's confident, teasing laugh, as she brushed her fingers along my arm and leaned in close to whisper something.

Chapter 26

When I eventually woke up the next morning, I was frustrated and hard. My sheets were bunched up and kicked aside, and I was immediately reaching for my phone to see if Stacy had texted overnight. She hadn't.

But, fuck hell, Wednesday morning hit with a heat that made going to the beach a required activity instead of a maybe. It felt like the air itself was enough to suffocate you. Having tossed my phone aside, I dragged myself out of bed.

It was one of the rare occasions that I woke up late enough that Julie was already gone again. Not wanting to hang around the quiet apartment, I threw on shorts and a tank, grabbed a quick protein shake, and headed out to the community gym off the clubhouse. I needed the burn, or some noise. Just anything to drown out the stupid loop in my head.

By eleven, I was freshly showered, changed into board shorts and a tee, and double-checking the group chat. The beach plan was still on with a set time of noon, but there were a couple peeps that were planning to just get there earlier. Most of us typically went to the same beach, whenever we went. It was public access, had decent waves, and there was plenty of parking. I wasn't sure if Stacy was going since I hadn't texted her, and she hadn't said anything to me since yesterday afternoon.

I told myself it didn't matter if she went or not, because I was suddenly completely overthinking everything around her.

Then at 11:37 my phone buzzed.

Stacy: so are you heading down to the beach? Because i'm down if you are ????

For some stupid reason I exhaled at seeing that not only that she texted, but how casual it was. Clearly I was the only one freaking out for no fucking reason.

Zack: yeah. heading out soon. meet there?

Stacy: perfect. see you in a bit hot stuff

I grabbed my keys and a towel, stuffed a bottle of sunscreen in my pocket, and grabbed a couple of bottles of water. Giving myself a pat-down and running through a mental checklist, I headed out.

The beach was already packed with the summer crowd when I got there. There were a few families, but most of it seemed like college kids home for summer, and a smattering of tourists. I spotted Tyler's truck when I parked, and I headed toward where the group was spread out on a cluster of towels and chairs near the water. I spotted Marcus tossing a football with Drew just beyond a couple of girls that I recognized from school. They were stretched out on their stomachs with their tops untied, laughing at something on one of their phones.

I dropped my stuff next to the cluster and kicked off my shoes.

"Holy shit, look who decided to actually show up and not just ghost us all!" Tyler called, jogging over to dap me up. "I was seriously thinking you'd gone full hermit."

"Almost," I said, scanning the area without trying to look obvious.

Marcus grinned, walking up and wiping sand off his hands. "The only thing that's gone full hermit is his dick, using Stacy's pussy as its new shell. Waiting on your girl?" He smiled at his own joke, fist bumping me.

"She's not my girl, and yes she's coming," I said, bumping shoulders with Marcus, who was holding the football. "But if you'd like, I can pretend my foot's a hermit crab, and use your ass as its shell."

"Yeah, you sure about that?" Tyler questioned. "Because according to what we're hearing from the girls, you've already spent the night over there twice since summer started. Oh! And, you even mowed her lawn. And sadly, I don't mean that as some kinda euphemism."

We messed around for a while, throwing the football just a couple feet into the shallow waves. When the waves got decent, we traded out for some body surfing instead. The water felt perfect in the sweltering sun, cool enough to cut the heat but not cold. I was just about mid-dive when I heard Tyler whistle low.

"Goddamn, my dude. Incoming."

I turned and saw Stacy walking down the beach toward us. She had a towel slung over one of her slender shoulders, and a pair of big sunglasses on, while her blonde hair was loose and catching the breeze. She was wearing a black bikini today, and while it wasn't as small as what she'd taken a picture of by the pool, the high-cut bottoms made her legs look endless, which is a pretty good trick, since she's not even what I'd consider to be average height, and her top was barely holding on. My head wasn't the only one that turned. Guys, girls... It didn't matter.

She spotted me and smiled, lifting her sunglasses and waving as she got closer.

"Hey, stranger," she said, dropping her towel next to my stuff. "Were you starting to think I stood you up?"

"Never," I said, handing her one of my bottles of water. She grabbed my hand along with the bottle and pulled me in for a quick kiss.

Tyler cleared his throat dramatically. "We'll just uh... give you two lovebirds some space then, shall we?"

Stacy rolled her eyes but laughed. "Hi, Tyler. Still single, I see."

He clutched his chest like he'd been shot. "Ouch. Brutal. And I like to think of it as readily available to fulfill the needs of any lovely ladies, no strings attached."

"Uh-huh, and how exactly is that going for you?" she asked, reaching up to give him a hug.

He simply smiled and shrugged, while the rest of the group greeted her with the usual mix of teasing and appreciation. As always, she handled it easily with playful comebacks, before flipping her hair and stretching out on her towel like she owned this particular stretch of the sand.

Several of us, including her, swam, while some just waded in the water, splashing and playing games. We let the waves knock us around, and at one point she climbed onto my back in the deeper water, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, and her legs around my waist, laughing in my ear every time a wave hit. The way her body felt pressed against mine was starting to become familiar now. Not that I particularly minded.

When we finally came back up onto the sand, she flopped down on her stomach next to me.

"Sunscreen?" she asked, holding out a bottle with a wicked little smile. All I could think of was our texts from yesterday.

I took it while she untied the strings of her top, letting them fall to the sides. I worked the lotion into her back, making sure to take my time. I pressed my fingers into the erector muscles along the side of her spine and ran up their length, thinking these weren't the only things that got erect, watching the white globs disappear into her skin. When I spread it out toward her sides, my fingers brushed the sides of her breasts and she didn't make any effort to stop me. In fact, she made a soft, contented sound and actually lifted a little higher, like she was inviting me to continue and cup and cover her boobs with it as well.

"Careful," she murmured when I accepted the invitation. "Don't forget we're on a public beach. You're gonna get us in trouble."

Having my arms reaching around both her sides had me leaning down a bit, which brought me closer to her ear. I decided to close the rest of the distance, and when I was close enough to nip the back of one, I said, "You're the one that lifted up so I could."

She shivered, and it was quick, but I felt it. Then I saw it was followed by goosebumps down her arms that left almost as fast as they came.

The rest of the afternoon was a blur of more beach football, and cooling off in the water as needed. Snacks were broken out by various people, and music started piping from someone's speaker. It was always impressive to watch how easily Stacy fit in with just about any group. She could laugh with the girls, and let the guys flirt harmlessly, while shutting them down with a smile. Every now and then she'd catch my eye from amongst another cluster of the group, and flash me one of her adorable smiles that flashed her bright-white teeth, or teasing winks.

By four, people were starting to pack it up. This time of year, the sun was still brutal even in the late afternoon, and the crowd was absolutely thinning.

"Heading back to mine?" Stacy asked quietly while we packed our stuff. "The pool's a lot more private. No audience."

I hesitated half a second. "And after our last time in the pool, here I was thinking the pool isn't that private, and you didn't really mind an audience."

She just looked over at me with one eyebrow raised, like she was questioning me, but maybe on the verge of annoyed.

"Yeah. Let's go," I said, deciding to leave the jokes alone.

We said bye to the group, fighting back against more teasing and whistles, and drove our separate cars back to her place. The second we pulled into the garage and the door to the inside shut behind us, she dropped her bag, pushed me against the wall, and kissed me hard.

Chapter 27

There was no talking. We were both all hands and mouths, and I could taste the faint leftovers of salt on her skin from either the ocean or her sweat. It didn't really matter which. Needless to say, we didn't make it to the pool.

She tugged me down at the entrance from the hall to the living room, right in front of the big windows overlooking the backyard. I knew it's not what I should've been thinking about, but I was grateful for the AC blasting cool air across my overheated skin from the sun.

It didn't take long before the couch cushions hit the floor. Then, before I knew it, her bikini top was gone in seconds, and she was pushing her bottoms aside. I was on her in a heartbeat, kissing down her neck, so I could suck marks into her collarbone while she practically clawed at me. Her hands were everywhere as she scratched down my back, yanked at my hair, and pulled me closer.

"God, I missed your mouth," she breathed, guiding it to her breast.

I didn't need direction. I got the hint and was starting to get a good idea of what she liked by now. I teased one perfect nipple with my tongue and rolled the other between my fingers until she was squirming. When I slid my free hand between her legs, she was clearly ready.

She moaned my name, rocking her hips against my fingers. I worked her slowly, trying to draw it out a little, but it didn't last long before I heard her breathing start coming in little gasps. When she came on my fingers, it was with her back bowed off the cushion, digging her fingers into my shoulders. It was hard enough, that I saw the marks in them when I looked later.

Ignoring the wincing pain, I didn't give her time to recover. Not wanting to deal with her bikini bottoms chafing my junk, I pulled her bottoms the rest of the way off, shoved my shorts down, and sank into her in one unforgiving push.

Fuck.

She felt as perfect as the first time. She was tight, hot, and still pulsing from the orgasm I'd just given her. Her legs wrapped around my waist, gripping me with them as she used her heels as leverage to try and pull me deeper. I started moving, wasting no time, as her body quickly adapted to me at this point, and I listened to the sound of her body telling me just how wet she was. Her moans did wonders for my ego, spurring me on to drive into her harder.

We went at it like we'd been apart for weeks instead of a single day. We fucked on the floor, and even on the oversized plush chair. At one point, she was even bent over the back of the couch with one leg lifted to rest along the top of it. Every time I thought we were done, she'd pull me back in with sloppy kisses and whispering filthy things in my ear. That was generally enough, but watching her touching herself easily got me hard again.

Eventually we ended up on the rug in front of the sliding glass door, with her on top, riding me at a much slower pace than we had been doing, as she ground and stirred my cock around her insides. It had gotten late enough that the sun dropped below the cover over the patio, and was able to stream in through the glass doors. She looked extremely sexy with it slanted across her body, highlighting some of the faint traces of her muscles as they flexed from her undulations. It was practically like something out of a fantasy.

The visual got the best of me, I gripped her hips, and started thrusting up to meet her. Every time her ass and groin slammed into me, I watched her tits bounce, trying to settle before being jostled again. When she stopped using her legs to hold her weight up, and was sitting fully against me, she started grinding back and forth quickly, with her head thrown back. It was a clear sign she was close again.

"God, Zack," she gasped. "You feel so good."

"Come for me, Stacy," I told her through gritted teeth.

It was like hearing me once was enough to get her there. Instantly, she was clenching around me so tight I saw stars. That pushed me over. I pulled her down against my chest and came deep inside her with a groan and both hands gripping her ass and trying to pull her down harder against my upturned cock.

We didn't move beyond the involuntary twitches as I finished inside her. She laughed softly and gave me a couple of quick pecks on my lips, while I just squinted, trying to hold her still and stop torturing my too-sensitive dick.

"I think my friend likes me," she murmured.

I kissed her shoulder. "Yeah, I don't know how to argue that."

Later, after we'd cleaned up, we grabbed some water and collapsed by the pool this time. She stretched out on a lounge chair, having thrown on just her bottoms so she didn't "leak everywhere" as she put it.

I couldn't stop looking at her.

Of course she noticed, but I wasn't exactly trying to hide it after that either. "You're staring," she said.

"Can you blame me?"

She grinned, rolling onto her side to face me. "You're sweet. And really good at all that, by the way."

I felt my face go a little red. "Yeah?"

"Mm-hmm." She reached over, scratching her nails lightly over my chest. "I needed that. Yesterday ended up being pretty boring without you."

I caught her hand, and kissed her fingers. "Same."

We stayed out there until the sky had gone dark, talking about nothing important beyond the rest of summer. She mentioned maybe going to an all-ages club this weekend with some friends. I told her I'd have to see, because the idea of one wasn't really my scene.

But every now and then, when she laughed at something I said, or made certain faces, or said things a particular way, my mind flashed to Liz again. To the closed door at the end of the hall on the other side of the house from Stacy's bedroom.

"Enjoying the view?" she teased, pulling me back to the moment.

"Always," I said, sitting up a bit straighter next to her. "You ever get tired of being the center of attention?" I asked, thinking of the comments and whistles she got at the beach.

She shrugged, propping herself on an elbow. "I don't know... Is it narcissistic if I say not really? Guys have been drooling over me since I hit puberty. So, I think I've grown up getting kinda used to it. Fuck, my mom gets it worse though."

I raised an eyebrow. "Worse?"

"Oh yeah," she said, laughing. "I swear that every guy I bring around ends up with a crush on her at some point. It's honestly kinda hilarious at this point. I get that she's super pretty, but it's like, 'ugh, not you too,' you know?" She rolled her eyes, but she looked almost more amused than anything else.

I chuckled, but my mind jumped back to Liz and the time I'd seen her leaning against the counter with her glass of wine. It was the way she'd smiled at me. Maybe Stacy wasn't wrong.

"Speaking of," she added, sitting up a little, "you know you have to help me clean up before you go, right? Mom'll freak if she comes back to a mess, and I'm not the only one who made it."

"Sure," I said, standing and pulling on my shorts. "Lead the way."

We spent the next half hour picking up towels, putting cushions back where they went, and uh, looking for drops of my cum wherever we'd gone at it, or where she'd walked before she put her bikini bottoms back on. It was mindless work, but being around her, half-naked and laughing made it a lot more pleasurable. When we finished, she hugged me and kissed me softly.

"Do you think you could spend the night tomorrow?" she asked, pulling back.

"Yeah," I said, grabbing my shirt. "I'm sure I can make that work."

I drove home in the dark feeling like an ass for thinking about Liz in the exact same way she'd described every other guy she brought around. Stacy was fun and perfect for what we had going, but I just felt like if I couldn't shake the idea of Liz... I don't know, she was like this shadow I couldn't get rid of and it just made me start to feel bad for Stacy, because I originally didn't intend to tell her anything.

When I walked into the apartment, Julie was on the couch watching TV, and even though it looked like everything had been cleaned up, I could smell garlic and herbs. She didn't even bother to look back from the TV, just threw a hand up in the air as a token gesture of a wave.

"Hey, stranger," she said. "Good day?"

"Yeah," I said, dropping my keys on the counter on the way by. "I went to the beach with some friends. You?"

"Aw, I miss the days when I could go to the beach on a weekday," she sighed. "Mine was long, but manageable. Did you get something for dinner?"

"Nah," I smiled to myself thinking that what I ate didn't exactly constitute a dinner. "Didn't get a chance."

"Well, there's some leftovers in the fridge," she offered. "You're welcome to as much as you'd like."

I had no qualms in taking her up on that offer, settling at the counter with a plate full of food while we talked. The normalcy of it grounded me, pushing the tangled thoughts of Stacy and Liz to the back of my mind.

Chapter 28

I woke up around seven-thirty to the familiar sounds from the kitchen of the coffee maker gurgling, a mug hitting the counter, and Julie humming softly to whatever was playing on her phone. She usually left between now and eight, which typically gave us these relaxed mornings. At least it did when I wasn't crashing somewhere else over the summer...

I pulled on basketball shorts and a faded t-shirt, and headed out of my room. Julie was standing at the counter, pouring creamer into her coffee. Looking her over, she was dressed in her standard work garb of black slacks, a light blue, loose-fitting blouse, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

"Morning," she said, glancing up with a smile. "Coffee just finished if you want some. You sleep okay?"

"Yeah. Man, do I prefer sleeping in my own bed," I said, grabbing a mug and filling it black. "You heading out soon?"

"In about twenty." She leaned against the counter, stirring her coffee. "I'm not expecting anything crazy at work today. What about you? Got plans, or is this another beach day?"

I rolled my eyes, but smiled. "Nah, nothing like that. Figured I'd handle some chores around here. The place could you use it. Then I was thinking I'd maybe go get some groceries, if that's ok."

She raised an eyebrow, sipping. "Music to my ears. The fridge is looking pathetic."

We talked while she finished getting ready and gave me her grocery list, and if there was anything in particular she wanted me to do around the apartment. Thankfully, her job was a reliable, nine-to-five, deal, or as close as you got to that old expression, with the occasional late-night for deadlines, but nothing crazy. Mornings like this of making coffee, small talk, and a quick hug before she left, were our norm.

"Have a good one," she said at the door, slinging her purse over her shoulder. "Text if you need anything. And thanks for the chores. Love you!"

"Love you too." The door shut, and the apartment was down to just me.

I took my time eating my breakfast, having made scrambled eggs with cheese, some toast, and a banana. After that, I took my coffee to the balcony, leaning against the railing while the heat continued to rise outside. The complex was waking up too, with kids yelling and running around outside, or out by the pool with the random mom. Off in the distance, I could hear someone mowing a lawn, and it felt good to have no real obligations beyond what I set.

I started with cleaning. The living room came first, and vacuumed the carpet and dusted the shelves with the family photos. I stopped and looked at one of Mom and Dad at the beach with their arms around each other, and Julie and me as little kids building a sandcastle. They'd been gone for two years now, but it was moments like this that hit, because of the family time we'd never get back. Yeah, I missed them, but it was whatever. Moving on, I wiped down the coffee table, straightened the couch cushions, and even organized the remotes.

The kitchen came next, wiping down the counters, scrubbing the sink until it shined, and cleaning out the fridge. It's crazy how much stuff builds up in there. I tossed old takeout containers, and wiped down the shelves of the mystery spills. While I was at it, I made a grocery list for later of all the essentials.

Laundry came after, and my basket was overflowing. I had clothes from the beach, pool days, nights at Stacy's. I hauled all of it to the washing machine, started a load, and sat on the couch for a break for a few. I just scrolled on my phone for a bit. While going through everything, I saw a reminder about orientation later in the summer, but also a few memes in the group chat. Didn't seem like anyone had any big plans with everyone scattered between jobs or family stuff.

The washer finished, I threw it all in the dryer, and headed to the store. I wandered aisles filling the cart with fresh produce first, then meats, etc. I grabbed steak for a nice dinner this weekend, rice, pasta. I even thought to pick up dish soap and sponges. Back home, unpacked everything and put it all away. Once that was finished, I put away my laundry, and took a look around.

So, a long-winded way to say that the place looked and smelled better. It felt satisfying, like I was contributing instead of just existing here, since school was out and I kept running around having fun, while Julie worked her ass off.

Then, while I was sitting and eating some lunch, my phone rang. Tyler was calling.

"Yo, you alive?" he said when I picked up. "Or did she drain the rest of the life from you, right out of your balls?"

"Yeah, I'm alive, jackass. Just chilling," I said, leaning back. "You?"

"Working this stupid lifeguard gig. Boring as hell, and there's not nearly enough hot chicks to offset everything else you have to look at. I spend most of my time yelling at kids. You coming out this weekend? Marcus is throwing something on Saturday."

"Maybe," I said. "Got some stuff to handle."

"Stuff meaning Stacy?" he teased.

I snickered. "Something like that. Lame adulting shit too though. But I'm not saying no."

"Man, you're growing up too fast." He paused. "College soon, right? You rushing any frats?" He sounded more like he was joking than actually expecting me to.

"I'm actually thinking about it," I said, thinking back. "I met some Omicron Tau Gamma guys at a bonfire on the beach a while back. Sam and Nate. They seemed like pretty cool dudes. So if I do it, it'd probably be them."

"OTG? I think I've heard of them, but I don't actually follow any of that. All I know is what you see in movies. That frats are big on parties, but also networking, and hiding bodies..." he paused for us to both laugh. "My cousin was in one. He said the dues started to add up quick though. Like shit's due every semester or something, plus events. But I guess it's probably worth it if you can swing it."

I frowned. "Every semester? Shit. I didn't think about costs."

"Yeah, dues, shirts, social stuff. Some have houses too. But scholarships or payment plans sometimes. You commuting?"

"Yeah, I was planning on staying with Julie to save money."

"That's smart though, right? Of course, a frat might be extra, but if it's the right one... I don't know, it could be good. Connections for jobs later or some shit."

We talked a bit more, and he shifted the conversation to complaining about tourists at the pool, and then when orientation was.

He eventually paused. "Well, let me know if you rush for anything. Could be cool."

We hung up but now my mind was turning. In theory, a frat sounded good for the brotherhood and friends, like Dad had. OTG with Sam and Nate felt right. But money? I already knew Julie couldn't help, she was already carrying us. So, dues on top of books, and even the extra gas to go to things... it seemed irresponsible. There was no denying that me living with her cost her more money, but not nearly as much as the thousands saved on not paying for dorms. Could I even justify spending money on a frat?

I spent the rest of the afternoon looking at college-related stuff, and checking out the costs of everything. It was no joke. I also thumbed through the college folder, thinking about getting ready for orientation when it came. Then I scrolled the campus map, noting the buildings.

Julie came home a little after five, looking surprised. "Place looks amazing. Did you get the groceries too?"

"Yup. All done," I said, showing her the stocked fridge.

She hugged me. "Thank you. Dinner? My treat for your hard work."

We ordered some burgers to be delivered, and ate on the couch, talking about random stuff. I didn't even want to bring up the idea of a frat to her.

Around eight, Stacy texted me.

Stacy: hey. what's the deal? you still coming over? mom comes back this weekend ????

Zack: yeah I'll be heading over soon

Telling Julie my plan for the night, I packed a backpack, kissed her on the noggin, and headed out.

Chapter 29

I let myself in through the front door, and I could hear Stacy's type of music playing from the speakers mounted in the corners throughout the house. It was some chill playlist with a steady beat that made it more of a dance music vibe. I dropped my backpack by the door and kicked off my shoes.

"Stacy?" I called.

"In here!" she yelled back from what sounded like the living room.

I headed in the direction of her voice and found her curled up on the big couch, with her legs tucked under her. It looked like she'd already gotten comfy for the night, and was wearing a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a loose tank top, and it looked like no bra. Her blonde hair was a little damp near the scalp, like she'd just taken a shower after I said I was coming over, and she had a glass of iced water on the end table beside her. She looked up when I came in, with a big grin.

"Took you long enough," she teased, patting the cushion next to her. "When I didn't hear from you all day, I started to think you ditched me."

"Of course not," I said, crossing the room and dropping down beside her. She immediately scooted closer, leaning into my side. "I said I'd come over. I just had some stuff to do earlier. What'd you spend your day doing?"

"I was just out with a friend most of the day," she said casually, waving a hand. "But I got back a while ago. It's so quiet when it's only me, so I've just been hanging out with the music and scrolling TikTok."

I nodded, draping my arm around her shoulders as she snuggled in. "Sounds better than my day of chores."

She laughed softly, resting her head on my shoulder. "Ugh, boring. But tell me anyway. Or no- let's not talk chores. What's new with you?"

We sat like that for a while, just talking. It was nothing specific, and the conversation drifted quickly. She asked about Julie, and I asked about her mom's trip, we traded stories about random summer stuff. At some point, she complained about how her phone battery died while she was out, and I showed her some of the dumb memes my friends had sent. It was just hanging out kind of stuff, like we'd done before everything turned physical. But there was no ignoring how her body felt against mine. I could smell that faint scent of her body wash and shampoo that I'd smelled in her shower just the other day.

At some point, she grabbed the remote while we were talking, and started flipping through streaming options. "Movie? Or just music?"

"Music's fine," I said. "Or a movie if you want something dumb."

She kept the playlist piping out, but kept scrolling through movies to see what the options were, pausing on a few thumbnails. "Hey, wasn't your friend from the beach the other day trying to get with Amanda- the tall girl, dark hair, from our government class?"

I snorted. "Yeah, Marcus. Why?"

She turned to me, eyes curious, a smirk playing on her lips. "Ok, what's up with the laugh? What happened?"

I grinned, settling back into the couch. "Tsk," I started, not meaning to make the noise. "Okay, so obviously you know how Amanda is..."

She nodded, tucking her legs further under her, looking at me a bit more directly. "Yeah, she's always posting those thirst traps on Insta. What'd he do?"

"So, he'd been trying to work up the nerve to go for her for a while. Well, he finally got her to agree to hang out. He takes her mini-golfing, because he thinks it's cute and low-key or whatever."

"Mini-golf?" she interrupted, giggling. "That's adorable. Like, middle school date adorable."

"Right? But Marcus is all confident about it. And he's telling us in the group chat before he leaves, shit like, 'This is it, boys. I'm sealing the deal.' Like, he thinks taking her out one time for some miniature golf is going to be what gets her to climb in the backseat with him, or some shit."

She laughed. "Oh god, I can see it, too. He totally seems like the type to brag before anything happens."

"Exactly. So the way he tells it, they get to the place, and he's trying to be cool, and all showing off his 'technique,' explaining the holes like he's an expert."

"What, like 'watch this, babe'?" she asked, mimicking a cocky swing with an imaginary club.

I nodded, chuckling. "Eh, more like, 'See, what you've gotta do is start from the divot on the right, and not the middle one, 'cause you wanna bank it off the wall right about there...' and just dumb shit like that. But anyway, so they get to the windmill hole- you know, the one with the spinning blades?"

"Yeah, I think every putt-putt course has one."

"Right! Well, he lines up, tells her, 'This is how you do it pro style.' Swings hard as hell. The ball gets air, hits the blade at the perfectly wrong angle, ricochets back... boom. Straight into his nuts."

She burst out laughing, covering her mouth. "No way! Tell me you're making that up."

"Dead serious. I guess he drops like a rock, curling up on the fake grass, just groaning and holding his junk. Amanda's just standing there, trying not to laugh but I guess that was a fail, and laughed her ass off."

"Oh my god, what'd she do?" she asked, giggling.

"I don't know, I guess she asks if he's okay or whatever, but all he could do was wheeze, and manage to say, 'I'm fine, just... give me a sec.' Tries to play it off like it's no big deal, but his face is red, and his eyes are watering. Yeah... the date pretty much ended there from what he said. She even drove him home because she was worried when he couldn't walk straight on the way back to the car."

Stacy was cracking up now, throwing her head back. "That's hilarious. Do you know if he's talked to her again?"

"Oh yeah," I said, grinning. "Are you kidding me? He texted her the next day, 'Sorry about the dramatic finish.' He showed us a screenshot of her reply. It was nothing more than a golf ball emoji and 'Better luck next time.' Totally ghosted after that."

She wiped her eyes, still laughing. "Aw. Poor guy. I mean I don't really know him, and he seems cocky as hell, but come on, mini-golf? That's basically asking for her to blow him off anyway."

"I don't know, I think it's fun. Either way, he says he's never playing it again. So naturally every time we pass one, or even see a golf ball, we a hundred percent give him shit."

She shook her head, settling back against me. "Jesus Christ, guys are so dumb sometimes. But funny dumb."

"Hey, not all of us," I said, nudging her. "Some of us have actual game."

She smirked, but didn't bother to actually look at me. "Sure, Zack. Sure."

Her laughter faded, and after a few minutes, she looked up at me with a smile, and it felt like the mood had suddenly changed. She leaned in, kissing me and sliding her hand up my chest. I kissed back, and tightened my arm around her, pulling her closer.

The kiss deepened slowly, no rush. Not being able to move much with how I was holding her, she grabbed at my shirt and I traced the hem of her tank top. Before I knew it, we were making out, and she started to squirm until she was straddling my lap, with her knees on either side of me.

"Who needs a movie anyway, when we can make our own little porno right here?" I said joking.

I was not expecting her reaction when her eyes lit up, and she responded with, "Oooh! That's what we should watch!"

"What? A porno of us?" I asked, confused.

"No, not of us, but a porno," she said, grinning with bright eyes. "I've never watched one with a guy before."

She grabbed her phone from the end table, scrolling through some site, and glancing at me with this sexy, mischievous look. "Come on, it'll be funny. And hot."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You're serious?"

Chapter 30

"Dead serious." She kept scrolling, pausing on a few thumbnails. "Look at this one- 'Selling Cookies' or something. Classic bad title."

She hit play on a short clip, and started casting it to the TV. The screen lit up and it was clearly amateur porn, like you see so much of today. It was nothing but over-the-top acting, that had us both crack up immediately.

"Oh my god," she said, covering her mouth as the "plot" started. "Did he really just say that line?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "Him? Are you kidding? What about her? I can't believe they did one that's clearly supposed to be a Girl Scout."

The clip was short, just a teaser, but it was enough to have us both giggling. After a minute, she paused it, and began to scroll through more options. "Okay, her voice is sexy for the role, but it's just too much for me, and it's way too short. Let's find something else even if it's bad. Something longer, so we can at least kinda follow it."

She kept browsing, reading descriptions out loud. "Here's something 'Forbidden Office Affair'- sounds like a boss and secretary vibe to me. Or 'The Babysitter's Secret'- there's a novel concept that's probably been around since porn started."

"The babysitter one," I said, grinning. "I'll bet the acting's gold."

She tapped it, checking the runtime. "At least this one looks like it's a full length- almost an hour. Perfect." She cast it to the TV again, dimming her phone and tossing it aside. "Alright, we've gotta commit. No pausing for anything, even if it's terrible."

"Deal," I said, pulling her closer as the movie started.

The opening was about as predictable as you'd expect with a barely eighteen-year-old-looking babysitter showing up at a big house, and of course the mom was out, so it was the dad giving her instructions. It was all bad dialogue, perving looks while she was distracted, and it had a plot setup, building tension with awkward conversations and "accidental" flashes.

"This is so cringy," Stacy whispered, keeping her head rested on my shoulder. "But kinda fun."

"Yeah," I agreed, but squeezed her again with my arm around her waist. "The dad's practically acting like he's never seen a girl before."

We kept watching occasionally commenting, and then the babysitter "spilled" something on her shirt, so of course the dad "helped" clean it up. Stacy's laughs turned a little bit quieter as the scene heated up, and the babysitter began to tease him more overtly on the screen.

Stacy's hand had found my thigh and I felt her fingers begin to scratch lightly along my leg. "Okay, the movie's not that bad," she murmured.

Then things started to escalate with the dad pulling the babysitter into his lap, while his hands started to roam over her. Stacy glanced up at me with her own teasing sparkle in her eyes. "We should copy this. For real."

I raised an eyebrow. "What- like do whatever they're doing in the movie?"

"Why not? Whatever they do, we do," she said, shifting to straddle my lap like the girl on screen currently was.

I laughed, putting my hands on her hips. "I'm down if you're sure."

At this point, we were really only watching enough to follow along, letting the movie play on the big TV as we mirrored it. When they started kissing, so did we, and she started grinding slowly against me. Their clothes came off piece by piece and then so did ours, matching the pace they set. There was something kinda hot about it. Stacy was being totally playful, pretty much mimicking the bad acting in the background.

Then the twist came that I don't think either of us were expecting. All of a sudden the dad was turning the babysitter over his knee for trying to seduce him. He started off spanking her lightly at first for breaking his wife's trust in her since she was supposed to be taking care of their kid. The more she squirmed, the harder he spanked her as she "misbehaved."

Stacy's eyes had gone wide. "Wait, spanking? Oh no."

I paused the movie so it didn't get too far ahead, totally grinning at the idea because of how she was trying to get away all of a sudden. "Uh-huh, this was your idea. You can't just back out now."

She tried to wiggle away some more, but she was totally laughing through it all. "No way! That's... too much. I'm not letting you spank me!"

"Come on," I said, pulling her back with just enough force to get her in position. I'd flipped her over my lap so her hips were perched over my thighs, just like in the scene. "You're the one that said 'whatever they do, we do.' So the more you fight, the harder I'll have to spank you."

She squirmed, half-protesting, but she never stopped giggling. "Zack! No! I'm serious, wait!"

And then my hand came down. It was nothing more than a playful swat on her ass and she yelped, but didn't pull away. "See? Not so bad," I said with another tap that was barely enough to make her tight ass jiggle. It was more for simulation than anything else.

She glanced back and her face was already red from the exertion of having tried to get away. "Okay... maybe not."

We kept going, and I unpaused the movie. I started matching the rhythm they had, and when she didn't really fight it, the swats started getting harder as well. It was something new for both of us, I think, and intense. Her moans started mixing in with her laughs, and my hand alternated cheeks, rotating between spanks and caresses as her ass got redder and redder. She got into it pretty quickly, sticking her pert ass up a little higher for more.

On screen, she was no longer across his lap, but the dad had her fully bent over now. He had positioned her on her knees, so that her upper body was draped over the arm of the couch. It put her ass high in the air. He'd stopped the spanking and was now just rubbing the red marks he'd left. Murmuring something about how well she'd taken her punishment, and how she was such a good girl for learning her lesson, he leaned down, kissing the spots he'd spanked, making her squirm and moan louder.

Following suit, Stacy had her face turned away from the TV, buried in the couch cushion as she knelt on the floor in front of me. Her upper body was resting on the couch, close enough like the babysitter. The new position meant that Stacy couldn't see the TV anymore. Positioning myself so I could still see the TV out of the corner of my eye, I followed along after having placed her into the same position. More than half of her ass was red from the spanking, and she wiggled a little when I rubbed the warm skin.

"You did such a good job taking your first spanking," I said, saying something close enough to the guy's line with a grin she couldn't see. I soothed the marks just as he was, and the gentle strokes made her hum softly.

"Mmm," she murmured, pushing back against my hands. "That feels nice..."

I leaned down, kissing the reddened areas of her ass, just like the movie. She sighed, relaxing more, so that her body was melting into the couch. On screen, the dad was doing more than just "kissing it better," and his mouth was trailing closer and closer to her crack. A moment later, he was using his tongue, sticking it out and lapping over her most private spot. The babysitter gasped, and arched her back, clearly loving it.

I hesitated for half a second, but the game was on. I made her take the spanking, so now it was my turn to try something I hadn't considered. I moved my kisses in the same pattern he had, using my hands to spread her gently. When my tongue reached her tight little rosebud, I circled it slowly, not sure what to expect from the taste, or her reaction. Stacy let out a surprised but pleased hum, but she didn't make any effort to move away.

"Oh... that's..." she breathed, offering no resistance at all and actually pushing back slightly. "Feels really nice..."

I kept going, surprised at how into it she was, letting out these soft moans, and her body kept completely relaxed. The movie played on, with the dad's tongue working away at the girl's asshole, and Stacy's hums turned to whimpers, to the point I could see her fingers gripping the couch cushion.

It was new territory, but she was all in, and even started moaning my name, telling me not to stop. The movie faded to background noise as we lost ourselves in it, and her reactions spurred me on. The taste was new to me, kinda musky and a little salty from her skin, but not bad. The notion of what we were doing made my cock throb, sticking out hard. I continued to circle her tight ring, and as I got more comfortable, I started to notice more of the way her body responded. Like when I flicked my tongue over it, I could feel it pucker under the stimulation. She'd push back harder, and whimper a little more.

"Holy shit, Zack... who knew this'd feel so good," she breathed, muffled by the cushion.

Feeling encouraged by what she said, I got a bit more daring. I slid one hand under her, finding her clit was already swollen and slippery, and I began rubbing circles over it with my thumb. She jumped at the added attention, turning her gasp into a moan. I pressed my tongue a little harder, so that the tip pushed just past the tight ring, breaching the seal it was trying to keep. Even just inside that tiny bit, it was smoother, like a silky grip that was winking against my intrusion. The contrast hit me between the rough, crinkled skin at the entrance and how it gave way to that soft, almost slippery skin just beyond. My brain was spinning from what I was doing, "eating ass" as her body opened up in a way we'd never tried.

At this point she was trembling, with full-blown moans coming out consistently, and rocking her hips back to welcome my tongue and thumb. Hearing a noise, I pulled away so I could check what was happening on the TV, having nearly forgotten we were supposed to be following along. The dad was standing over her fully bent body, sliding in and out of her asshole, while the babysitter was crying out in pleasure or pain. I wasn't really sure what it was supposed to be.

I paused everything I was doing, not sure how far she really wanted to take this. "Look at the screen... they're doing full-on anal."

She turned her head, glancing at the TV, and her eyes went wide as she saw him buried balls deep. "Fuck no," she gasped, but there was a laugh in it. "Not with your huge dick as my first. No way I'm ready for that."

I chuckled, kissing her cheek again. "Fair. But... how about a finger?"

She hesitated a second, then nodded, pushing back. "Ok... you can try that. But take it slow."

I wet my finger with her own juices first, then scooped more up and dragged it back to spread around her rosebud. Giving her just a second to breathe, I pressed in gently. Her ring resisted for only a second, then gave without too much effort on my end, swallowing my finger in that smooth, tight tunnel. She groaned loudly, clenching around it.

"God that's... different," she whimpered.

She didn't tell me to stop, so I started to work it in and out, going back to use my thumb on her clit. Within seconds, it seemed like she was lost in it, pushing back so my finger was as far as it could go.

The visual was crazy, watching my finger disappear into her tight little asshole, leaving the crinkled skin stretching around it, framed by her ass cheeks that were still pink from the spanking I'd given her. Who would've thought that sweet, beautiful Stacy, the girl with the perfect smile and that most innocent-sounding laugh, would be so dirty? Just a few weeks ago, I never would've pictured her bent over like this, moaning for more of something fucking her dirty little hole.

It was a side of her I'd never imagined, but damn if it wasn't making my cock even harder. Her body clenched around my finger with that velvet vise, almost as if it were trying to pull me in deeper. I just watched, mesmerized as I slid it out, then pushed back in, feeling the way she gripped me.

"I can't believe..." she whimpered. "I didn't think I'd be doing this when I said we should watch porn."

"Right?" was all I could manage, enthralled as I kept my rhythm of my thumb circling her clit even faster and my finger going quicker so I was almost punching her ass every time I got to the base of my finger. She braced against my hand, letting me have my way. The movie was still playing in the background, but I couldn't be bothered to pay attention. Stacy's reactions were all that mattered.

After a minute, she lifted her head, looking back at me over her shoulder with flushed cheeks and her brow knitted together. "What if... you fuck me while you do that? With your finger still in there. It's not actually fucking me in the ass, but at least you'll be fucking me."

I paused with my finger buried deep. "You sure? We can stop if it's too much."

She shook her head, pushing back again. "No, it's not too much. I just really want you to fuck me right now."

Chapter 31

I didn't need any more convincing. I scrambled behind her, lining myself up with her pussy, coating the head of my dick by running it through her lips a couple of times. Without any effort, I slid in slow, feeling her stretch around me, as that familiar tight pussy enveloped my cock. But this time, it was a little different with my finger still in her ass. I could feel it through the thin wall separating them. It was kind of a bit trippy feeling the pressure from my own finger pressing back against the top of my cock as I thrust in. I wiggled my finger experimentally, and the sensation rippled through both of us. She gasped out loud, causing her to clench hard, and I felt it everywhere. Every little quiver of her rectum.

"Fuck..." I muttered, holding still for a second to take it all in. The angle was awkward with my hand trying to make room for my abdomen, turning my arm to keep my wrist bent and the finger in place while I moved my hips. But the feeling was intense, that dual fullness made her even tighter, and every thrust rubbing against my finger through that thin membrane. I started testing it by pulling my cock back and pushing in while wiggling the finger again. She moaned some more, her body shaking.

"Oh my god, Zack... I can feel both," she panted, gripping the couch harder. "It's... kinda cool. Don't stop wiggling it like that."

I kept at it, picking up the pace of my thrusts, and curling the finger inside her, exploring that smooth inner wall. It was slicker than I expected, the texture was so different from her pussy, and tight, clenching in waves that made my cock twitch with every movement. The awkward angle started to cramp my hand after a minute, with my wrist straining to keep up, so I slowed and pulled out of her pussy and ass.

"Change positions?" I suggested, voice rough. "This angle's killing my hand."

She nodded, breathless. "Yeah... how about you lay back so I can ride you."

We moved quickly, and I laid back on the floor, thankful for the area rug under me, and she straddled my hips to sink down onto my cock with a moan. She started slow, grinding her clit against my abdomen at the root of my cock, and her tits quivered with the movement. Reaching around her ass, I wet my finger again with her juices, and immediately went back to her rosebud. She leaned forward a little more to give me better access, and I pressed in. It was even easier this time, that tight ring gave way to my intruding finger.

"Shit..." she gasped, rocking harder as my finger buried itself as deep as it could go.

The feeling was way more intense in this position now that the pressure from my finger was adding even more pressure right to the underside of my cock. It was almost like it was squeezing me from inside her. Every time she dropped down, it pushed against me, digging my fingering along the underside, and amplifying everything. I wiggled the finger, curling it to rub that inner texture, and she cried out, slamming down harder. It tripped me out, feeling my own movements through her body, but it felt great and made her pussy even tighter on my cock.

"Oh fuck, that feels good," she moaned with her eyes closed, riding me faster. "I want to feel you cum in me, Zack. Give me your cum."

Her words lit a fire in me like she'd just challenged me. I gripped her ass with my free hand, holding her still as I took over, thrusting up into her as hard and fast as I could. The angle was perfect now, letting my cock slam home into her pussy with every drive so that the loud smack of my thighs against her ass filled the room. Her tits bounced wildly from the impact, shaking with each forceful pump, and she braced her hands on my chest, with her mouth hanging open in a silent wail, as she let me take control.

"Fuck, Stacy..." I grunted, the dual sensation of her pussy gripping me tight and my finger still buried in her ass was overwhelming. That pressure, rubbing right along the underside of my cock through the thin wall made it all more intense. Every thrust pushed against it, amplifying everything.

She was audibly wailing now as her head hung down and her back was hunched, causing her moans to turn high and desperate. "Yes! Harder- oh shit, Zack!"

I pounded up into her relentlessly, with a rhythm that was so brutal her body jolted with each slam. Her ass clenched around my finger in waves, that smooth inner texture fluttering as she got closer. I could feel her building toward her own orgasm, quivering, and it pushed me right along with her.

"Cum with me," I growled, and gave one final deep thrust, pulling her down hard against me.

She hit at the same time as me, crying out as her orgasm overcame her to the point her whole body was shaking. Her pussy spasmed around my cock, milking me, and her asshole clenched and quivered wildly on my finger. It was nothing but tight pulses that I felt everywhere.

For myself, I was buried balls deep, groaning loud as I came with my cock throbbing hard inside her, coating her walls with my thick cum. I could feel every pulse of my own release through that thin wall separating us from my finger, and I intentionally pressed it right against the underside while I swelled and emptied myself in her cunt.

She collapsed forward onto my chest in a quivering heap through the aftershocks, both of us panting for air. I finally eased my finger out of her ass, feeling it instantly close back up against the tip of my finger, then feeling her shiver one last time. With both of my hands free, I grabbed her face, pulling her into a rough kiss. She met my energy, instantly opening her mouth into a mess of tongues and lips. It was a sloppy but awesome kiss.

We made out like that for a minute, neither of us having the energy for anything more, and when I heard the TV, I looked over to see the scene was still playing.

"Holy hell," I managed, "how are they still going at it?"

"Who the fuck cares?" she chuckled, nipping at my cheek to get my attention back on her. "That was... fucking intense."

"Yeah," I said, wrapping my arms around her. "So I guess you thought that was ok"

She nodded, flashing a big grin. "More than okay. Holy shit. We may have to work on getting me ready for this beast," she said, clenching around my softening cock.

I groaned softly at the feeling of her squeeze, and my dick deflating inside her despite how good it felt. We lay there on the floor, with her atop me. After a few, she moved so she could sit upright on my lap, keeping me buried inside her even as I softened more.

"I'm not letting you out yet," she murmured, grinning down at me. Her nails scratched lightly at my chest. "Even soft, it feels too good."

I laughed, putting my hands on her hips. "I can't argue with that."

She reached for her phone, where she'd tossed it aside on the couch, stretching just enough to grab it without dislodging my now flaccid dick. A few taps later, the porn cut off mid-moan. I lay there watching as she quickly scrolled and tapped, until she put on a low-key playlist of soft indie stuff.

"Better," she said, tossing the phone back where she'd gotten it and leaning down to kiss me again. We hung out where we were for a bit, with her sitting hunched over on me to keep me inside her, occasionally clenching just to make me twitch. We talked about me teasing her, and about the spanking, resulting in me joking that I'd have to "punish" her more often. The conversation didn't last though, turning back into laughs mixed with kisses. Every now and then she'd grind on me like she was trying to get me hard again.

Eventually, she sighed, lifting off me with a reluctant groan. "Okay, I've really gotta clean up. I feel... messy."

I nodded, sitting up as she stood. "Yeah, me too. My hands could probably use a wash. And... everything else," I chortled.

She smirked, grabbing our clothes to toss in her room as she passed. "You can either use the guest bathroom down the hall if you want, or join me in mine."

I opted for the guest one so I could do a quick scrub of my hands, then a rinse of my cock under the warm water. Once I was finished, I toweled off with one of the fluffy towels hanging next to the vanity. It felt good to freshen up.

When I came out, I grabbed my bag from by the front door, and she was waiting in her room, lying on the bed still naked. She looked inviting, with the sheets rumpled beneath her and having tossed the pillows to the side.

"Come here," she said, pulling me down onto the mattress.

We kissed some more as I pressed up against her. Her hand slid down between us, making a focused effort to stroke me back to life. It didn't take much at this point, and she slid down lower in the bed, kissing down my chest as she passed, then taking me in her mouth. She was eager to please, swirling her tongue, but when she tried deep-throating me, she gagged a little halfway down, pulling back with a laugh.

"Fuck, you're big," she said, wiping her mouth. "I'm seriously gonna have to practice that."

I chuckled, letting her go back to blowing me for a few minutes, before pulling her up. "I love that you'll suck my cock, but I want more than that right now."

She straddled me again, guiding me inside her. We fucked a bit more calmly this time compared to earlier, her riding me cowgirl style, while I played with her tits, eventually picking up the pace as I got closer. I came first, thrusting up deep and grunting about how good she felt. She followed just after, with her grinding down hard.

We went again right afterward, but she was on her back this time, and I'd propped her legs over my shoulders, practically folding her in half, with me driving in as deep as I could until she was clawing at my back, cumming with a cry. I finished inside her again, collapsing beside her.

Exhausted in a mess of tangled limbs, we fell asleep with her half-draped over me, head on my chest, leg hooked over mine. It felt like it was becoming our position to sleep in.

Chapter 32

Once more, being the early riser, I woke up to the faint sunlight creeping through the gap around Stacy's curtains, while she was passed out. My body felt tired, which I guess shouldn't be unexpected after a night like we'd had. At some point in the night, Stacy had rolled over so she was partially on her stomach, facing away from me. With the bedding pushed halfway down, I could see her bare back expanding and contracting in time with her deep breathing. I lay there for a minute, wishing I could be the kind of guy that slept in.

But like always, when I wake up, nature called, and it wasn't going to let me ignore it. My bladder was insistent, and the usual morning wood wasn't helping. Careful to try to not wake her, I eased to the edge of the bed, and swung my legs off. She murmured something sleepy, pulling a hand under her chin, but that was it. I watched her for a second, and she looked peaceful as she went right back to her rhythmic breathing.

I snuck quietly out of her room to the bathroom just down the hall, taking care of business. I splashed water on my face, staring at my reflection, trying to decide what to do with the morning since she was still asleep. My eyes were a little red from not enough sleep, but thinking of last night, it was worth it. The sex had been great, with a little bit of a new experience thrown in there. And the fact that she'd been all into it made me wonder how far she'd really be willing to go now that the moment was past. I never would've known Stacy had that side to her.

As I wandered out of the bathroom, it was hard to ignore how quiet the house was. That familiar thrill hit me again, of thinking about the place being empty except for us, and her being asleep. It felt like I had the freedom to move around naked without a worry, which was something I couldn't even do at home. I really did intend to head toward the kitchen for water, but the next thing I knew, my steps veered toward the opposite end of the house. Toward Liz's room, instead.

The door was closed, and I hesitated, knowing I should just go get my water. My hand reached toward the knob. This was stupid. I knew better. But curiosity won out. I pushed it open slowly and slipped inside.

The room was dim, and the curtains were drawn, but there was enough light to make out the room. I could see the big bed, and the dresser with photos, and everything else in the room. I stepped inside quietly, feeling my heart rate already speeding up. My eyes went to the nightstand drawer, thinking about the stuff I'd seen in there the other day. I shouldn't, but I did, sliding it open carefully.

I was mostly curious about the magazine I'd seen, but the toys were there, lined up right where they had been. I picked up the dolphin one again, and flipped one of the switches. It buzzed kinda loudly in my hand when the beads began spinning. The image flashed through my head of Liz using it, alone in this bed. My cock twitched instantly, starting to come back to life to the point that I was half hard.

And that's about the time the door opened behind me. Liz was standing there, in a silk robe with her hair tied up in a loose bun, like she'd just thrown it up quickly without much effort. Her eyes landed on me instantly, then straight to the toy in my hand. It only took a split second for her to look me over, registering that I was naked. I instantly tried to cover myself.

Fuck me, I'm an idiot.

"Zack," she said, firmly, but not yelling. "What are you doing in here?"

I just froze with the toy buzzing until I fumbled to turn off the switch. "I- shit, Liz, I didn't know you were home. I thought... sorry. I was just..."

She stepped in, softly closing the door behind her. She crossed her arms, causing the robe to shift a little. "And yet, here I am. But me not being home makes it ok to go through my things?"

"I- No, of course it doesn't, it's just-" I stammered, quickly shoving the toy back where I'd grabbed it from. I kept one hand trying to cover myself as much as I could. It felt like my face was on fire having been caught doing something so stupid. "Me being here is stupid. I'm sorry, and it won't happen again. I'll go."

She didn't move away from the door, and just kept her focus locked on me. "This is my bedroom, Zack. My private space. You can't just come in here because you think I'm not home, especially not... like this." She gestured vaguely at me, keeping her tone firm but surprisingly more controlled than I would've expected. "What would Stacy think if she found you in here? Or what if I had been sleeping and had a guest? Privacy matters."

"I know," I said, completely mortified. "You're absolutely right. It was wrong, and totally disrespectful. I swear I'm not normally this guy, but I don't have an excuse. Stacy's asleep, and I just... wandered, but that's no reason. I'm really sorry, Liz. It won't happen again. Promise."

She just stared at me for a long moment with her serious expression. "I believe you mean that. But boundaries are important. If you can't respect them, then this... whatever this is with Stacy, gets complicated fast, because I don't know if I'll be able to trust you in my house."

"It won't happen again," I repeated, nodding quickly. "I swear."

There was another pause, then she sighed, uncrossing her arms. "Alright. Go on, then. Get out of here before Stacy wakes up wondering where you vanished to."

I nodded, edging toward the door again as she made room for me to pass, still feeling mortified. As I reached for the knob, she spoke up one more time.

"Oh, and Zack?"

I froze, turning back awkwardly. "Yeah?"

Her eyes dropped deliberately to the one hand that was doing a poor job of awkwardly trying cover my junk, then back up to my face. That's when a smirk finally broke through. "Good morning to you too."

I bolted, knowing I was a complete idiot, and grabbed my clothes from Stacy's room, moving quickly but quietly while she slept. I got dressed in record time, throwing on my shorts and tee, then I headed to the kitchen, not sure what else to do. Liz was already there, making herself a cup of coffee from her Keurig, still wearing her robe, acting as casual as possible.

Seeing me sit down, she slid a mug across the counter without a word and turned to make herself another. I took it, sitting on a stool, having no idea what to say after had what just happened.

When hers was done, we sipped for a minute before she was the one to finally break the silence. "We good?"

"I hope so," I said, unable to keep my hands from gripping the mug a little bit tighter. "If you're good, then I'm good. And... thanks for not freaking out more."

She nodded and leaned against the opposite counter. It took everything I had to not look at the way the lightweight robe sat loosely on her frame. "Everyone makes mistakes. Just promise me you'll learn from it."

"I promise," I said, quickly meeting her eyes. "Seriously. There was no excuse for it. It was dumb."

She studied me for a second, then gave a small nod, like that settled it. It seemed like the tension eased a bit when she took another sip of her coffee and looked out the window toward the pool.

"So, aren't you home early?" I asked, trying to shift things to potentially safer ground. "Stacy said you weren't back until tonight or tomorrow."

Liz chuckled softly, setting her mug down. "Hmm. Stacy's never been the best at listening when it doesn't seem important to her. I told her Friday morning. I took the red-eye, so I got home a couple hours ago. Since you were both sleeping, I got comfortable, and slipped up to my office to get some work done, so I didn't wake you guys."

I nodded, piecing it together. "Because when you saw my car..."

"I tried to be polite," she said with a hint of amusement in her voice. "Give you two some space. Then when I heard someone in the downstairs bathroom a few minutes ago, I thought I'd come check if whoever it was wanted breakfast. That's when I... found you."

I groaned, rubbing my face. "Perfect timing. I'm sorry again."

She waved it off. "Water under the bridge. At least as long as it doesn't happen again." She looked over at me through the corner of her eye, then smiled just a little. "So, hungry? I was going to make French toast. Stacy loves it when I do the cinnamon kind."

"Yeah," I said, surprised but grateful for the normalcy. "That sounds good. Thanks."

She moved around the kitchen deftly, pulling out bread, eggs, milk, and cinnamon. I watched her work, but I also watched the way the robe worked, swaying as she reached for pans, and trying not to think about earlier. The smell of breakfast started to fill the area as it all came together.

"So," she said, dipping bread while the skillet warmed. "I assume Stacy's still asleep?"

"Out cold," I said. "We... stayed up late."

Liz glanced back with a knowing smirk but didn't push. "Teenagers. Or almost not. You two seem to be spending a lot of time together."

I shrugged, sipping coffee. "I don't know about that. We've always hung out a lot."

"Sure, but you didn't spend the night before, either," she countered.

"True. It's casual though. We're on the same page."

"I don't know, as a mom of a girl that just graduated high school and is about to start college, if I'm supposed to be good with that," she said, chuckling to herself and shaking her head. Then she looked back at the pan, flipping the first pieces. "She's had enough drama with friends and boys. Just... make sure you treat her right, and we'll be good."

"I do," I said honestly. "At least I think I do."

She nodded, plating the first batch. It was golden with crispy edges, and she sifted some powdered sugar on top. Turning toward the island where I was sitting, she slid one over, followed by syrup and a fork. "Eat. Knowing her, she'll smell it soon enough and wake up."

We ate, making some comfortable small talk, and she told me a bit more about her trip, while I listened, genuinely interested in her. Stacy finally shuffled in midway through my plate, letting out a huge yawn and wearing my shirt from last night.

"Mom?" she said, blinking. "French toast? Yes."

Liz laughed, hugging her. "Morning, sleepy. Sit, I'll make some more."

Stacy dropped next to me, stealing a bite from my plate. "Thanks for coming over," she whispered, bumping my shoulder.

I just smiled, forking another mouthful, and nodded, thankful she didn't know Liz had caught me in her room.

"I thought you said you were coming home Friday night or Saturday morning," she said, looking back toward her mom.

Liz just shook her head and kept on cooking. From my angle, I could just barely see the smile as her daughter confirmed what she had already told me.

The day went on from there like any other day.