Authors pre-notes: Welcome to my newest installment! I thought I would have some fun with this little series. I loved the idea of 'Stacy's Mom' theme and who best to fit that role than Melody and her mom? I'm not sure howw long this will be, I have a couple ideas of where I want it to go. Let me know what you think of this little gem!

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High school is just one of those awkward years that you need to get through. Centre High, in Florida didn't make it any easier. All people my age wanted to do was surf, swim, party and lounge around in the tropical heat.

I was cramming books into my locker when a sophomore strode over. She was a cute, petite girl with black hair and eyes that didn't know whether they wanted to be blue or green. She was well known around school; Melody was pretty, popular and her parents were loaded. They had bought her a 2016 BMW 6 Series for her sweet sixteen and the car lover in me died inside knowing she never drove it. She mostly got dropped off and picked up from her mom - which was in no way an inconvenience for the guys around school. Everyone knew Melody had the hottest mom here, and I was not immune to her moms stunning attractiveness.

"Hey, Jim," Melody called when she reached me.

"Hey Mel, what's up?" I leaned against my lockers and she smiled up at me. Melody was one of the prettiest girls in our sophomore class - but I had been too caught up in senior girls to really pay attention to her. Just recently, we had been put in the same AP statistics class together, so I had been paying more attention now than before.

"It's just math, I'm having a hard time getting it. Do you think you can come over today and we can go through the homework?" I don't know if she knew it or not, but those bright blue-green eyes were breath taking. I had helped her in math before, something about working with numbers and conversions came naturally to me and I hoped I could go to university for engineering.

"Sure," I tried not to sound like I was not as excited as I felt towards the offer. "Are you getting picked up or do you want to just catch a ride with me?"

"I can text my mom, I'm sure she won't mind. Oh, thank you Jim!" She gave me a dazzling smile and touched my arm while she said goodbye. I waved back to her and my stomach felt as like I had butterflies in it.

Not because of getting the chance to hang out with Melody, or that her touch made my skin burn. But because of the chance of getting to see her mom.

^.^

As I mentioned, it wasn't a secret that Melody's mom, Ariel, was hot. And she was rich - mostly because of her husband, but that family was loaded with money. Melody had invited me over once before but I missed the chance at seeing her mom because she was away that night.

Ariel and Mel we're alike in some ways, such as their faces and petite frames. But some huge differences were the hair color and Ariel just had this full fledged 'I'm-a-woman-and-I-know-what-I-want' thing about her. It drove me mad - just how insanely hot she was.

By the end of school, I was so excited to see Ariel, I forgot Melody was meeting me for a ride. I walked up to my 2007 GMC Sierra and she was already waiting. A smile lit up her features when she saw me approach.

"Hey!" She said excitedly. I unlocked the door and opened her side for her. It was kind of cute watching her have to climb into the cab. When I got into the driver seat I started the truck and instantly began backing out of the crowded parking lot. It was full of teens weaving in and out and when we finally got out, Mel had heard me swear more than she's heard me talk.

"Your truck is so nice," she said when we hit the road. My dangling playboy girl was swinging rapidly from my rear view mirror. I knew it was nice, I took care of it and was proud of all the work I put into it. Also, for all the work I put into actually being able to buy it.

"You have a BMer, how can this old hunk of junk be nice?" I laughed it off and she went quiet.

"Well I'm sure a lot of girls have enjoyed it in here," I glanced at her and she was giving me a sly, knowing smile.

In spit of myself, I smirked back - resting my hand on the top of the wheel. "What are you talking about?"

"You know what I mean, you're always with girls - aren't you dating that senior who graduated? Jasmine? Oh, I hope she's okay with you hanging out with me." Melody was a lot of things, but in that moment she was sincerely worried about stepping on another woman's territory.

"Nah, we broke up."

Instantly, I was forced to think about Jasmine - single handedly the most gorgeous girl at our school. She was arabian and had black long hair and eyes the color of molten chocolate. Her skin was velvety smooth and golden with the smell of desert flowers. She had a body that came straight out of a magazine.

She and I had an on-again-off-again relationship. She cheated on me a couple of times but I was so mesmerized by her that I kept coming back and I wondered why she even bothered with me at all. Admittedly, the hardest thing I had to ever do was break up with her.

Immediately, I realized Melody had asked a question. "Things just got complicated." I said to her when she asked why.

She nodded and something changed. It was small, but I felt her optimism return.

We finally pulled up to her house. She had to reach towards me to speak into the intercom at the front gates. They slowly opened and we drove onto the circle driveway.

The house was huge. It was a modern colonial and had large columns that could challenge those of a palace. The house was an offset ivory with dark grey trimmings and the entire property was surrounded with palm trees and aesthetic shrubs. In the drive way, I saw the giant, white Audi 5 that Ariel used to pick up Mel.

Jasmine was hot for a girl my age, but Ariel was hot for a mom.

I parked beside her car, the garage was opened and I saw Melody's silver BMW. Damn, she was lucky - that car was gorgeous and being a convertible, it was much needed to beat the Florida heat. They had an Audi R8 in there too, which was apparently Ariels. Th car nerd in me wanted to give her a high five for getting such an amazing sports car. My opinion of her could only increase from here.

"Mom I'm home!" Melody announced into the large forye. The house was so big, her announcement echoed on the walls.

"I'm in the kitchen, Melody come here for a second." Her mom said and Melody rolled her eyes.

"Mom, I have company." But she still made her way to the gourmet kitchen and I followed closely behind her.

Ariel was cutting up some fruit when we came in and Melody sat in a bar stool while I stood beside her.

I was taken aback momentarily. Ariel had the face of an angel, slender and defined with long lashes framing her blue eyes, they were so thick and long it gave her that permanent feline look.

"Hi, honey how was school?" She looked up at her daughter and gave her a dazzling smile. Ariel had on a white tank top that was low enough for her cleavage to be tempting, but obvious if I stared. Her red hair tied up in a sloppy ponytail but she was still breathtaking.

"Good, me and Jim are going to study in my room, is that okay?" Those captivating blue eyes were now on me and I almost forgot how to breath.

"Sure, just not too late okay?" She glanced back and Melody but her eyes found their way to mine and we held our gaze again. "Are you good at math?"

She began chopping the fruit up, and the temptation not to look at her had me biting my lip.

"Mom, he is so smart - you won't believe what he got on our last mid term!" Melody praised me.

I felt a huge smirk lit up my face and I tried to own my ego. "I'm just really good with numbers."

Ariel looked impressed, "well if my little girl doesn't get an 'A' I know who I'm blaming." She gave me a feline smile and those eyes sparkled with excitement.

Was she flirting with me? She had a 'come hither' look on her face and my ego was instantly boosted. My smile broadened and we held our gazes for a second longer than we should have before I broke away.

"So you want to get started?" I hoped Melody didn't notice that I was flirting with her mom - or that I checked out her rack again.

"Mhm, okay we're going, bye mom." she waved and hopped off the stool. Ariel was already back to her cutting when she called out.

"I'll make you something to snack on in a bit."

^.^

After getting some time away from Ariel, my head felt back to normal. I wasn't quite prepared for her to be as breathtaking as she was. After all the times I only got a glimpse of her picking Mel up from school - nothing could have prepared me for her beauty. That and I was still on a high from her flirting with me.

"So, what does binomial distribution mean?" Melody was still hung up on the binomial probability in our AP statistics course. She gave me a strangled groan and shifted through her notes.

"It just means that there is an event that can occur with two outcomes - success or failure." I pointed back to the formula and she made a scribble of notes.

We were sitting at her desk. Her room was big and she had her own ensuite bathroom and an adjacent closet. The walls were painted a nice blue color that wasn't too bright and it seemed to suit her - very calming and reassuring.

"I'm sorry but I just don't get it. This midterm is going to be the last of me, I hate probability - I hate stats!"

I chuckled at her panic and touched her knee. She jolted, through her her thin yoga pant fabric she must have felt the warmth.

"It's okay. It made no sense to me too. You just have to read the question until you understand it, take a deep breathe and remember all the rules." I said in a calming voice. She glanced up at me with those green, almost blue, eyes and smiled.

"You're right. I just don't want to fail."

I leaned back into my chair, "well if it makes you feel any better I failed Social Studies once with Ed." Ed was our social studies and stats lab teacher at school. He was also a prick.

This made Melody giggle and brighten up, "Seriously? You failed a course. That's hard to believe." She leaned closer to me, the scent of vanilla from her hair and skin was tempting. I wondered if she tasted like vanilla too.

"No it's true. Numbers, science, masses - give me any of that kind of stuff and I'm good. Dates and people and policies, I'm not so good at. There was a time I walked into class late, he had me stand there and he basically told the class how bad of a student I was." I chuckled back at the memory but at the time I was pissed off.

"I was so mad I took a swipe at his desk and watched all the papers fly over the class. Sent to detention for a week."

"Such a bad boy," Melody cooed but I could tell she was enjoying the story.

"Who's a bad boy?" Our heads snapped over to the door that Ariel now stood in. She had two cups and a plate full of french fries.

"I made these for you two - you must be hungry after a bit of studying. How's it going?"

She sat down cross-legged on the bed. She was still in that dangerously low white tank top and a pair of loose jeans that hung off her lean hips. Showing a sliver of skin to prove just how lean she was. I licked my lips.

"Uh, good. We're still trying to get a few practice problems in." Melody turned back to her notes and I dove into the fries.

"Thank you for the snacks." I looked at the drink and it looked like a smoothie.

"Don't worry - it's a pomegranate smoothie," Ariel giggled. Melody was too captivated by her notes now and I took the opportunity to gaze at her mom while I took a drink.

The smoothie was tangy but good. "Delicious." I said after my first sip.

Her eyes stayed on me, a feline smile at her lips.

"Okay mom, can you go now?" Melody sounded annoyed and I glanced over at her and back at Ariel who was still gazing at me.

"Supper will be ready in half an hour, make sure you finish up, alright?" Ariel stood up and left the room quietly.

When she was gone I released a breathe, "so, where's your dad?"

"Oh, he works out of town a lot."

"So it's just you two here alone?" I was actually concerned. Someone could come in here and take advantage of them.

"Yeah but we have a pretty secure property so there's no real danger."

"True." I glanced back at our books, "I think I should start to go. I don't want to impose on your dinner."

"Yeah, I don't really feel like studying anymore either." Mel got up and stretched out her limbs.

She truly was beautiful, lean and petite with fair skin and dark hair.

"How about I come by again tomorrow night? We can go over this stuff some more."

A smile lit up her features, "yeah, that would be awesome. Are you going to drive me?"

"Sure."

I followed Mel out to the front doorway and after I put my shoes on I reached over to give Melody a hug

"Don't worry about this stuff. Just keep practicing and remember what I said about the rules."

"Thank you for helping me, Jim." She wrapped her arms around me and before we broke away I got the slightest glimpse of Ariel again in the background. She just walked into my line of view and stopped, noticing my gaze she smiled and waved at me just as I pulled away from Melody.

"Have a good night." Mel smiled up at me.

"You too," I squeezed her hand and turned on my heels.

Oh, Melody had no idea how good of a night I would have.

Authors Notes:

Writing in the POV of a stereotypical girl crazy guy is...to say the least...a little weird. But I wanted to step out of my comfort zone for a bit and thought I'd have some fun with this!

Please review, follow and I'll see you in CH.2 :)

Cassie