A Perky Guest

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It was a sweltering August night. Unfortunately for me, my family was too cheap to run the AC. Anything that my dad could do to save a nickel, he would. I suppose it was for the best, anyway. All my life, I at least never had to worry about where my next meal would come from, or whether or not my parents could pay the mortgage. Regardless, it was still hot.

I sat up in bed as I wiped the sweat from my glistening forehead. I couldn't sleep. Even stripped down to my boxers, I felt no relief. If only there were some way to cool off just long enough to fall asleep, maybe then I could get through the night.

I tossed. And turned. But it was no use. I was cursed to stay awake until I could cool off. I had had enough. I swung my feet off of the bed and onto the hardwood floor. The old wood creaked as I made my way to the door. The house was quiet except for the low din of the tv in Mom and Dad's room.

Mine was the room farthest down the hall from where the stairs reached the second floor. I did not mind the secluded spot, but it became a nuisance when I wanted to sneak out of my room quietly. I slowly shut the door to my bedroom, turning the knob first so as to minimize any sound made from the door latching shut. I did my best to creep past my parents' bedroom, stepping on the least creaky of the floorboards. Everyone knows where their house creaks the most, and so did I.

The door to their bedroom was always left slightly cracked. I never understood how they could feel comfortable knowing that anyone could look inside their room whenever they so chose to. I personally enjoyed my privacy. I peered through the crack to see of anyone was awake. Both Mom and Dad were snoring-almost drowning out the sound of the TV.

I crept towards the stairs and made my way down the old wooden steps. Each step had its own voice, a crick here, a creeakk there. My feet were safely landed on the first floor.

I would head to the bathroom to splash some cool water on my face. Perhaps take a lukewarm shower if that's what it took. The thought of anything cooler than the sweat on my forehead against my face sounded appealing.

As I approached the bathroom, I noticed a yellowish glow emanating from the space under the door, indicating that somebody was already in there. Who else was up at this hour? Rather than waiting like a creep outside the door, I elected to keep walking. The kitchen sink of all places was surely unoccupied.

I splashed my face for a few moments and then stuck my head in the freezer to chill my face. The sound of a knob turning, followed by the swinging open of a door caught my attention. I shut the freezer door abruptly and turned around to face the bathroom door.

I was met with a slender frame, and a few modest curves, glistening with a few beads of water, and wrapped in a towel that covered two perky lumps of cocoa colored flesh. Her dark caramel skin contrasted heavily against the shiny beads of water that reflected the dim glow of the bathroom light. Bonnie had recently been kicked out. My parents, knowing her family personally, and not wanting to see her on the street, took her in. There was a pullout sofa downstairs for her to sleep on, and she was welcome to help herself to the fridge, so she happily accepted my parents' offer.

Upon realizing that she wasn't alone, she gave me an embarrassed look. " Oh my god! I didn't know anyone else was up. Look away while I put something on!" She said. My eyes couldn't help but to linger for a bit before turning away from her supple form. "I'm sorry. I would have changed in the bathroom if I knew there was anyone else down here," she continued, "What are you up to this late, anyway?" She demanded.

"I could ask you the same thing," I replied, turning back to face my now fully clothed guest. The excitement that I had just recently felt had been quickly replaced with a more relaxed feeling as I turned back to face my guest who was now fully clothed.

"I couldn't sleep in this heat," she said with exhaustion, "don't your parents ever turn on the AC? I had to step in the shower 'cause I felt so gross."

I sudenly began to picture what Bonnie would look like covered in sweat, but had to stop myself when I realized that she had directly asked me a question. "No," I chuckled, "I actually came down here to do the same thing until I realized you had beaten me to it," I admitted.

"Well go ahead," she replied, "It's all yours." I suddenly didn't feel like showering anymore. Our new guest was suddenly more interesting. I could use some company to help me pass the time. God knows I wasn't going to fall asleep anytime soon. But I finally decided that a good rinse off was appropriate. I didn't wanna bake in my own sweat-especially not in front of a member of the opposite sex. Besides, I didn't want to smother her. It was best that I leave her to her own space, I decided.

As I felt the cool water from the old shower head pour over top of my face, I began to wonder. What could Bonnie have done to get kicked out? I certainly didn't know her well enough to hazard a guess, but I was curious, now that she was living in my home. What if she stole something? Or maybe she was violent. It was hard to believe any of those options, just from looking at her. She seemed harmless.

My mind began to wander back to how she looked in that towel when she first came out of the bathroom. Her skin was so smooth. The way the water beaded up on it made it look so smooth and firm. Her thighs weren't thick, but they weren't skinny either. They were smooth and rounded. They were perky, as were other parts of her. I could feel member slowly becoming rigid. No. I had to stop.

Bonnie certainly had changed a lot in the past year or so. I had never really paid much attention to her until now. I wondered why it took me this long to take notice.

I shut the water off. As I reached for my towel, I could hear footsteps walking past the door. She was still up. I couldn't walk out just yet, so I took my time, toweling off thoroughly while I waited a minute for my throbbing manhood to return to its flaccid state. I opened the door. Walking past the couch, I could see that she was already asleep. Was it someone else's footsteps that I heard?

I walked to the kitchen for a quick snack and returned upstairs just as quietly as I came, trying my best to avoid the creakiest floorboards. Walking past my parents room, I glanced inside. Everyone was still snoring just as loud as before. Perhaps it was my brother's footsteps that I was hearing earlier. He would stay up late gaming on his computer from time to time.

The shower had helped. I felt temporary relief from the sauna that was my house. Falling asleep was at least conceivable at this point. As thoughts about the next day drifted through my head, so I drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I woke up to warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Mom always liked a little coffee with her hot chocolate in the morning before she would head to work. It was a smell that I almost enjoyed more than the actual taste. I remember the first time I tried coffee. I was immediately taken aback by how bitter it tasted. How could something so sweet smelling taste like this? Funny how I now preferred my coffee black and without sugar. My tastes had come a long way since then.

I normally didn't wake up that early-especially during the summer, but I had work to do. I had gotten a landscaping job so that I could pay for a car. It was early work. Sweaty work. I normally went through a gallon of water by the day's end. I threw on a pair of old jeans that I could get dirty, as well as a tank top. I slipped on a pair of long, comfy socks before finally lacing up my work boots. I took a quick look in the mirror before heading downstairs. My skin was tanning up fairly nicely. I had never really had a decent tan before now. I was always pale from staying indoors. I had never really had a reason to stay outside in the sun for prolonged periods of time until now. After a brief glance at my reflection, I was on my way down the stairs.

I stopped for a cup of coffee on my way out the door. It was nice to have something to sip on my way to work. I didn't see Bonnie downstairs. It made sense. I wouldn't want to have to sit through awkward conversation with my mom in the morning either. She was the type to gab about the most mundane topics-anything to fill the silence that was so uncomfortable for her to bear.

My boss's home base was in the neighborhood, so I could walk there every morning. I sipped my coffee in the still fairly cool weather. Even in the heat of the day, I still enjoyed a cup of fresh coffee. The sun was already up, but not yet high in the sky. I knew today was going to be hot, so I didn't forget my gallon jug of half-frozen water.

I was doing a tree removal job that day. My boss, Patrick, had the fun job of cutting it down while I was left to carry all of the pieces to the trailer. Before midday I was already sweating. It was an oak tree. Dense wood. Even the smaller pieces were still fairly heavy. Some of the sections were almost as heavy as me. As was carrying wood, I noticed the definition in my biceps. This job was noticeably toning my body. I smiled to myself, taking note of how far my body had come in the past few years. I was slightly chubby as a kid.

When my day was finished, I stopped at a nearby gas station for a snack. A hard day's work brings with it quite the appetite. As I was about to leave, I recognized a familiar face in the next aisle over. It was Bonnie's curly hair that gave her away. I wasn't going to say anything to her. The last thing she needed was to be smothered by someone she has to live with, and outside the house at that. Although. I did want to get to know who was staying in my living room.

I pretended not to notice her. I paid for my chips and was on my way out the door until I was stopped.

"Hey Damon" said Bonnie. I turned, surprised to hear her voice. We hardly ever addressed each other up until now. "Are you gonna leave without saying hi?" She was wearing a blue, form-fitting tank top and a pair of cutoffs that just covered her bottom, showing every curve in her mocha colored legs. Her breasts as perky as ever. I tried not to stare too hard.

"Well I was," I replied with a grin, "until you so rudely stopped me." I liked being just a little bit cheeky. It always seemed to help cut the tension. "What have you been up to today?" I continued.

She scoffed at my remark, pretending to feel insulted, a small grin breaking across her face. "Not much. Just got done playing volleyball with some friends." I could picture it now. Her body bouncing up every time she went to hit the ball, her breasts heaving ever so slightly and quickly jiggling to a stop. I imagined that tight bottom bending down as she stooped low for a bump.

"You play volleyball?" I asked.

"Yeah-well I try, anyway. Haha." Her smile was really bright, and her chocolaty skin only highlighted that fact. I wanted to see more of it. Outside the house where it was brighter. Then, as if reading my mind, she said, "My friends and I actually could use more players to fill the court. Are you any good?" I hadn't played a game of volleyball in years, but I wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to see those luscious lumps of hers put to work. Besides, I had nothing better to do.

"Of course," was my instant reply, "When and where?"

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