Chapter 1
"Buddy! Mr. Grouse! Hellooo! Open up, it's Lynn Jr! Lemme in, G-Man!"
Bud Grouse had just hit the RETURN key on his last coding project of the day when his neighbor leaned on the doorbell.
Hard.
With an exaggerated sigh and an audible stretch of his back from sitting too long, the older codger ambled to the rear entrance of his modest home which was currently being pounded on relentlessly by his sport-crazy compatriot & sometimes rival. As soon as he undid the latch on his screen door, a flash of red & white bulled her way past him and made a beeline to his refrigerator while talking a mile a minute.
"OkaysoIhadjustscoredthelastgoalatpracticeandcoachsaidthatitwouldbecooliftheteamhadaskatingcoordinatorandaskedifIwantedapaidinternship..." she blurted out in one breathe before grabbing a cold cherry-banana flavored Energy-Aid sports drink off of her personal shelf in his ice box. After cracking it open and chugging down the oddly salty-sweet contents, she crushed the plastic bottle on her head and was about to re-launch back into her explanation again when Mr. Grouse halted her progress.
"SLOW DOWN, Loud! Geez, I know I'm old, but even a professional speed-reader would have a hard time keepin' up with you when ya get excited! Like somebody dumped ten cups'a cappuccino in that magic monkey-juice yer always drinkin'!" Bud took a knee getting eye-to-eye with his brown-haired acquaintance and put his hands on her shoulders. "Now, for all of us in the room over the age of sixty, take it down a notch and gimme the details again. I feel like I should be congratulatin' you fer somethin', but I don't know what for!"
Lynn took a deep breath and gave her senior-citizen friend a proper explanation of the day's events and the offer she received from her hockey instructor. "It means more training, but it also gives me a LOT of opportunities that mom and dad won't have to shell out any cash for! No more sports camp fees, free travel & hotel perks when I compete out of state, all kinds of swag..."
"Swag? Wazzat? Some kinda new-fangled 'clothes thing' you young-uns get into nowadays?"
"Kinda sorta. The thing is...well, it's a lotta pressure, y'know? Gotta train like crazy and show world my A-game, like, ALL THE TIME! I mean...I just wonder if I'm up for it." With that, Lynn slumped her shoulders as she hung her head in self-doubt.
"LOUD! What inna Sam Hill has gotten into you!? Where's the heart & fight, eh? All the grief yuh give me when our opposin' teams play and you let a little thing like 'hard work' get in yer way? Never thought I'd see the day when the toughest girl in that house fulla cluckin' hens next door would actually TURN chicken!"
The realization of his words struck Lynn like the rays of sunshine parting the darkest clouds after a heavy rain.
"Hey, yeah...you're right! Since when have I ever backed down from a fight!? I'm Lynn-frickin-Loud, Jr. and I ain't afraid of no stinkin' challenge! I eat 'em for breakfast, lunch AND dinner, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, TWICE on Super-Bowl Sunday!" she smiled and balled her fists tight following up her pro-rant with a dramatic pose, the whip-crack and eagle screech heard in the background.
Bud Grouse looked around for the source of the noise with a "Huh? and a confused look. Shrugging his shoulders he focused his attention back to his houseguest.
"Thanks, Big-G! I don't know what came over me. I'm gonna get me that side-gig, the training, the responsibility and everything else, all of it!"
"Atta'girl," Bud said with a satisfied smile and another stretch. Stifling a yawn, he pulled out an old, shiny pocket watch, studied the time and snapped it shut. "Well Loud, I'm done with m'last job until Tuesday mornin'. Seein' as it's a long holiday weekend and there ain't nothin' worth cheerin' about on the boob-tube, whaddaya wanna do?"
Lynn Jr. smirked as she bit her lower lip. "C'mon, Buddy. After all that exercise earlier today and that ledge you just talked me down from five seconds ago? Heh heh heh! You KNOW what I wanna do right about now," the teen said with half-lidded eyes.
"Tie a knot in it, Loud! I been slavin' over a hot PC all day and that codin' job is gonna give me nightmares fer a week! I just finished up before ya barged in with yer 'good news!' The first thing I'm gonna do right now is jump in the shower and wash the stress down tha drain, ya get me?"
Lynn looked slightly dejected until Bud spoke again. "Well, what're ya waitin' for, girlie? An engraved invitation!? The hot tub's been heatin' up since three. Should be good and ready to slip into by now, but NOT before we rinse off a bit. Gotta git that hockey sweat off yuh! C'mon, I already laid out a fresh change'a clothes fer ya and yer back ain't gonna wash itself, is it? Let's GO! Chop-chop!"
The elated girl gave an excited squeal and rushed into the older gentleman, her arms wrapping around his middle. She gave him a strong hug and breathed deep as she turned her face into his chest, noting the remnants of his daily cologne that he used so often. He returned her affection in a more gentle manor, but no less meaningful to the two. Lynn reached up on tip-toes as Bud leaned down and their lips came together, the happy teen reveling in the thick, bushy mustache of the older man, the soft white whiskers tickling her nostrils. She giggled slightly as they kissed, but when she tried to take it further by trying to slip her tongue into his mouth, he pulled away just enough to give her a mild chiding.
"Ah-ahh, toots," he said with a smirk of his own. "Bathe now, whoopee later!" and gave her a slow but heavy swat on her right ass-cheek with his thick, meaty hand, sending an excited spark up her spine and a throb in her already swollen cunny. The goofy smile on her face matched the little half-dance she did at the conclusion of his command-like statement & intimate butt pat, motivating her toward the stairs leading up to the lavatory. Stripping off her raiment as she glided across the floor, Lynn stood at the top step and flung her last piece of clothing, a grey and black sports bra, at the old man who hadn't taken a single step forward as he watched her little performance. Nude & smiling directly at him, she giggled and disappeared in the direction of the washroom.
"Heh. Heh heh! Young folks today."
Bud laughed lightly to himself and looked at the scattered trail of clothes before loosening his tie, picking up each piece that she discarded, thankfully on his way toward a relaxing shower and his perpetually horny young visitor.
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Lynn Jr. stood with her back toward the hot spray of water as her neighbor lathered her long hair with a sweet, floral scented shampoo. With eyes closed and her hands on his naked hips, she resisted the desire to purr like a contented cat on the receiving end of a good brushing. Her forehead rested just below his surprisingly round & firm pectoral muscles and her cheeks sat happily on his big belly as his thick fingers massaged the soap into her scalp. She unconsciously let out a long moan and he chuckled softly.
"Feel better, tiny?"
"Yeah. Hey...how come you're so good at this?"
"I was married once, Loud. Thanks for the compliment, by the way! Used to do this for the Missus right up until the day she left this world. Had to carry her bodily into the shower with me every morning & evening to do it. She wasn't' a petite girl, but she was mine!"
Lynn felt her heart jump at the heartfelt mention. 'Who knew the old tank had a sensitive side,' she mused to herself. Reaching up, the young lady gave one of his biceps a squeeze, as big around as a tree trunk and solid like iron. "Izzat why you've got all these muscles, Mr. G?"
"Yep! Even after she passed, the old military discipline wouldn't let me give up the exercisin' and such. I don't get much sleep and my dumbbells don't much rest or rust! Gotta keep this old temple strong and stay ready for fightin' the Commies when they try to swoop down from the Canadian border, y'know?"
"I knew there was a reason I liked you," the young lady sighed.
"What? You hate Commies, too?"
"No, ya big ape," Lynn Jr. laughed as she swatted him on his flank, the wet slap almost sounding like a gunshot. "You keep healthy, y'know? What girl wouldn't admire that in a guy?"
"Well I'm glad you think so, Loud. Before you came along and started bouncin' on Little Bud, I was goin' through one heckuva dry spell!"
"Tell me about it! When I gave you my cherry on that old couch in the den? Man, I thought you were never gonna stop cummin' dude! My guts were like 'Whoa! Turn off the fire hose, will ya!?' Heh heh heh! By the way, there ain't NOTHIN' 'little' about 'Little Bud' if you know what I mean?"
Bud smiled. "Heh. Two compliments in a row. That's a personal best fer me! You're a real flirt, ain'tcha Loud?"
"Hey, all I'm sayin' is that as far as 'first times' go, mine was pretty awesome! And, I can say with all sincerity, that I now know what a Boston cream filled doughnut must feel like after it gets filled to the brim by the BIG nozzle!"
"Aw, cut it out, Loud! It was your fault my dam burst the way it did. I hadn't eaten pussy in a dogs age and here you come with the sweetest beaver I've had in goodness knows how long. Thought I was gonna have a heart attack when you got naked from the waist down and spread yer gams wide durin' the third quarter of the basketball game we were watchin' & asked me to go 'downtown' on ya! Never did find out who won, afterwards."
"'Asked,' he says. More like I begged! And, it's only because stupid Lori was bragging to Leni & Luna about how often and good her 'Boo-Boo-Bear' eats her out in the back seat of that sweet ride you sold her. THAT'S what gave me the idea in the first place!"
"Really?" Bud exclaimed with a surprised tone. "Was she wrong?"
"NOPE! Not a bit," Lynn spoke without hesitation and with full conviction.
"Huh. Gonna have to treat that chick to a tank fulla high-octane for puttin' the thought in yer head the next time she decides to drive home from college!"
"Heh. Yeah. She'd LOVE that! The way she babies 'Eliza' you'd think that car was her boyfriend instead of the old Bob-Meister with his 'magic-tongue!'"
Grouse mused "Hmmm. Better give her a rain check for two refills instead'a just one. 'Eliza' is a big old gal. She can get thirsty at times! Okay, hon, eyes closed now, y'hear?" Placing his hands on each side of her face, he gently leaned her head back into the streaming water and watched with a keen eye as the foam disappeared from her thick brown locks.
"Mmmmmmyeaaah! Speaking of 'thirsty'..." Lynn groaned in euphoric appreciation as she reached for the only dick present in the bathtub with her. Thick and hot, she gave his rapidly swelling shaft a good squeeze but made certain to only lightly caress and brush against his large testicles. Buddy, breathing a bit heavily now & feeling the sexy effects of the moment, made no move to stop her as his libido had already been simmering since the moment the young lady entered his domicile. He was busy with her hair and saw no reason to stop giving her a little 'service' as she happily pawed away at his naked and exposed private parts, his thumbs massaging her temples. With mouth agape in a dreamlike state Lynn stroked him, noticing that he thrust his hips back & forth, if only slightly, causing her tongue to loll out and lick her lips, exciting her more with each passing moment.
With the lather totally removed from her tresses, Bud now concentrated on washing himself, thankful that he had the foresight to install a rain-type shower head some years prior. Lynn only had to take half a step back and watched as her bathing companion cleaned himself with a practiced cadence that, if properly taught to her siblings, would have made mornings at the bathroom line soooooooo much more tolerable! He couldn't have been soaped up and rinsed under the spray for any more than a minute and a half, two minutes at the most while she observed how the big man hit all the important areas with a military-like efficiency and even took the 'extra' seconds to tend to his mustache. He shook it with some finality mimicking a walrus coming out of the Arctic surf, something that caused her to let out an uncharacteristically girlie giggle.
Bud shut off the water, leaned down and planted a hot kiss on a surprised Lynn Jr.
Wide eyes toned down to lustful slits as she moaned into his mouth, her arms encircling his neck with the full intention of keeping him in place so that she could eat his face off. He pulled away from the desired canoodling she wanted from the object of her desire for a second time that hour.
"Oi!" the naked female almost screeched. "What was that for? Why'd you stop!?"
Buddy leaned in close, their brows touching and his voice just above a whisper. "THAT was for the cute laugh you just let out AND the sexy explanation ya gave me earlier, Loud. Both were such a turn on, don'tcha know? Yuh really know how to push my buttons!"
Lynn Jr. stood in mild shock with his words doing a methodical hat trick to her head, heart & loins but not surprised at how aroused she was at the old codger. He climbed out of the tub and returned by her side, handing her the opposite end of a large fluffy towel. The two wiped themselves & then each other with Bud currently moving around her fit body, making the sporty girl feel like the center of the universe as he patted her dry.
"Welp, that's done! What say we hit the Jacuzzi and relax a bit? I'll order pizza for us later. Feels like a pepperoni & meatball day, eh Loud? Err...Loud? You okay?"
The young woman said nothing as she trudged along in the buff through the peacefully quiet hallway, with only her hair wrapped in the same oversized towel. Moving forward she had taken his hand in hers, leading him to what he thought would be the path downstairs. As she slowly yet purposefully made a sharp right and twisted the knob to enter his bedroom with him in tow, it dawned on Grouse what was about to happen, pretty much whether he wanted to do so or not. As he cleared the threshold Lynn Jr. slammed the door shut and, out of sheer habit, locked it, sealing them both inside.
'Okay, then. Looks like I'm in for a long night,' Bud thought to himself as the amorous naked girl fell onto the soft bed linens, pulling him down with her. Landing with his groin between her spread knees and his heavy, raw cock rubbing against her bare, wet cooch, Lynn threw her head back, biting her bottom lip and moaning sensuously, like a lioness about to be penetrated by the king of her pride .