Brian Zeagler stared incredulously at his girlfriend as she came bounding into the living room of her parents’ house to rejoin him, her guest caller dispatched. Although he was a little bothered with her at the moment, his eyes quickly found her breasts as they swayed untethered this way and that. They weren’t the most magnificent in the world, he could well imagine. He’d already seen his fair share in Playboy Magazine, so he had a pretty damn good idea how perfect some breasts could be. The difference here, however, was that these particular breasts were his, so that made them pretty damn magnificent!
“Are you out of your mind?” he asked her, following her with his eyes as she turned out the main lighting in the room that she had only turned on at the knock on the door. Once again they were left only in the competing light from the oil-fed flame from her mother’s antique Green Depression Glass Lamp on the display table on one side of the room and the glow of the muted television on the other.
“What?” Tiffany cried as she jumped onto the couch beside him. She leaned away from him in order to get a better look at his sweet face.
“‘Did you want to come in?’” he mimicked her. “What the hell was that? You’re killing me!”
“She wasn’t coming in!” Tiffany laughed. “What’s wrong with you? I just had to make it look good, that’s all. Come on!”
Brian stared at her silently now. Her smile grew wider. Try as he might, whatever it was that had upset him was quickly replaced by a distant throbbing that he found increasingly difficult to ignore. As of yet there wasn’t anything obvious to notice, but she must have been able to read his mind because her hand went right to the spot, making it worse.
“Come on, baby,” she purred, leaning into him, her long straight blonde hair spilling off of her shoulders and onto him.
Brian Zeagler never had a chance. Tiffany Rosen was the most beautiful girl at Kingsburg High. That wasn’t simply his horny bias, either. All the guys thought that. As a matter of fact, many of them questioned whether she might be the most beautiful woman in the entire town. All of his friends thought so at least, and so did many of the girls, although they would never dare admit it.
Brian glanced up at the ceiling now, giving Tiffany the opportunity she wanted to suck on his neck a bit. She kissed him a while, and then rolled her fine tongue across the base of his sixteen year old neck. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the moment. Before losing himself for good he thought of how this would be continuing for the rest of the week until her parents returned. Tiffany had lied to the next door neighbor when she had told the woman that her parents might be gone for a couple of days when in fact she had known perfectly well that they would not be back for four days.
That meant that they had four marvelous days with which to explore each other's bodies.
“Is there a problem?” Tiffany suddenly broke the moment of silence, and more importantly, the inactivity between them.
“No.” He snapped back to life. “Absolutely not!”
With that, Brian sat up and pushed Tiffany back onto the couch. He ripped off his Hard Rock Café Las Vegas t-shirt, tossed it across the room as if this were their first apartment together, and then proceeded to crawl back inside her for the second time tonight.
In the background, the back door could be heard periodically knocking up against the doorframe with the breeze. He had apparently neglected to close the door properly upon taking out the trash left over from their Jack in the Box dinner.
“Is that the back door?” Tiffany moaned as Brian ran his hands down her lower back and pressed her against him.