Summer of a Lifetime p2

"A party looms."

I was drenched in sweat, and not just from the hot sun. I headed inside and grabbed some ice-cold sweet tea. Since there was not much food I figured I’d shower then head out and grab a burger and afterwards do some strength training at the local club. I went upstairs to my room to strip. Ripping off all my soaked clothes I sat down for a minute on my desk chair. My shaft pulsed. I slowly slid off and crawled like a ninja over to the window. Rising slowly to the edge so as not to show too much of my head, I manoeuvred myself into the window seat without being seen. My back and head were against the wall with my legs stretched out just under the windowsill. From this angle, if leaned forward slightly and looked out to the left, I had an unobstructed view of Staci tanning by the pool.

Usually this was my routine every Saturday. After I did the yard I would race upstairs and watch Staci suntan and masturbate while fantasizing about her. But for some reason I felt guilty about it. Maybe it was my Catholic upbringing or because I imagined she might find it disgusting that I felt that way, though neither really did stop me from pleasuring myself. From my hidden corner I could see every inch of her body as she lay on her back with her arms above her head soaking up the sun. My arm, however, was steadily moving back and forth as I absorbed her figure while the sun shone on my excited cock.

It didn’t take me very long to finish. There were puddles of sperm everywhere on the window seat. I grabbed one of the hand towels that I kept hanging under my computer desk; cleaned up; threw my dirty clothes in the hamper and headed for the bathroom. Even though I was sweaty and slightly red from the sun, I still took a hot shower. I loved hot baths, probably because I always had to swim in freezing cold pools. While I stood there under the warm water my mind began to wander to Staci again. I thought about her walking to the pool in her bikini and those hips swaying in that subtle, confident rhythm. My penis twitched and I thought about starting a second round but decided against it when my stomach interjected with hunger pains. I finished up, put some workout clothes on and headed out the door.

I got to In-N-Out around 11 am and locked my bike up outside. I had just walked in when I noticed my Mother and a bunch of her yoga friends in one of the corner booths. Of all the places… I thought. I almost turned around and left but couldn’t. I was starving and didn’t have the energy to peddle anywhere else. I ordered a double double combo and waited with my back turned towards my Mom’s booth.

Eventually, after watching the shrubs outside the window grow a few feet, my tray arrived. I grabbed it and kept my head down, hurrying past the booth toward the back hoping she wouldn’t spot and embarrass me in front of all her friends. But of course, that was wishful thinking.

“Oh, Stephen! Sweetie, come here for a moment!” she called.

Great I mouthed as I turned and walked over.

“Stephen, these are some of the ladies from my new yoga class I’ve been taking. This is Linda, Cynthia, Melanie. Of course you know Soken, Mrs. Wethel, Staci’s Mom.”

I said hello to each of them and turned a little red when I said ‘Hi’ to Staci’s Mom.

“Everyone, this is Stephen, my only son,” she said smiling. “Isn’t he handsome?” she quipped.

“Oh yes.” and “My, my.” came the replies. “I bet you attract all the girls at school Stephen!” Linda said.

I smiled sheepishly. This was getting really uncomfortable.

“No, not really…” I managed to mumble.

“Well, if you’re not, you will be soon young man!” Melanie exclaimed.

I think I was staring at the table as they all giggled a little. I managed to look up briefly and noticed Mrs. Wethel eyeing me inquisitively. I quickly looked down again but thought I saw a slow grin before I did. After the moment subsided, Mom turned to me.

“Honey I forgot to tell you this morning, we have a house warming party tonight across the street for the Youngs. You know the new oriental couple that just moved in across the street?”

“Oh, yeah.” I replied, snapping out of my shyness for a second.

“It’s at 7 pm. Be sure to wear a collared shirt, okay?” she said looking me in the eye. “I have to go shopping for the dish we’re bringing and we need groceries too. I might not have time to iron a shirt for you, so you’ll have to do the best you can okay?” she said sympathetically.

“Mom…” I groaned.

The ladies chided my mom.

“He’s a grown boy.” “I’m sure he knows how,” they all chimed in.

“Well, we don’t want your food to get cold hun. I’ll see you later!” my mom added, eager to return to whatever they were discussing before I arrived.

I said goodbye to them and went to the corner to eat my double double. After relaxing a little while sipping my root beer, the embarrassing shade of pink left my face and I then greedily dove into my burger and started thinking about the party.