Perhaps I should explain who Shauna is. She and I grew up together, well I say together in the loosest possible sense. We lived in opposite houses, went to the same schools and knew the same people, more or less. I had nursed a crush on her since before I can remember, and she used it like a tool to wrap me round her little finger. When I left school to work in my dad's firm, she stayed on and got A levels. Now she was back for the summer holidays after her first year at Edinburgh University where she was taking Business Studies. A stunningly attractive blonde with legs up to her neck, she knew it and how to control the people around her with it. Of course I was oblivious to her indifference toward me, convinced she would grow into me if I persevered. I was determined to make her notice me as a man, not just her personal slave. So we had never really been 'together' as such, but I still fostered high hopes.
I was in high spirits as I left the bathroom, dancing back to my room with a towel around my waist. As I passed my parents' room I collided with my mother coming out and looking somewhat worse for wear.
"Had a good time with dad last night I see mum!" I grinned down at her, "perhaps a little bit too good?"
Laura's slim body and surgically enhanced boobs gave evidence that she still looked after herself. Her flimsy and almost see through baby doll said she also still looked after my Martin, my dad. I was used to seeing them both prancing about in clothing that would have shocked or grossed out most of my friends so I thought nothing of it.
"Do you have to shout?" Mum looked at me blearily, "I think the Carters spiked their punch last night, I only had 6 glasses and this is definitely a 12 glass hangover."
I grinned again and continued my little dance to my room. Once I had some clean clothes on and something smelly from a can under my arms I dragged my washing basket to the utility room and threw my work-clothes and sheets into the machine on a double wash. Our cleaner did most of that stuff, but I like to make sure my work clothes are clean for Monday morning. Besides, they smelt of sweat and something indescribable that had been lurking beneath someone's old kitchen units the day before, so I wanted them out of my room. I took the stairs 3 at a time and narrowly missed colliding again with Laura, now sporting a dressing gown and carrying a tray laden with strong looking coffee and Bagels.
"Ooh mum," I teased, making a grab for one of the bagels. "You shouldn't have!"
"That's why I didn't!" she retorted and swung the tray way from me. "Get your own, lazy boy!"
Swinging around as she protected the tray she went on. "Anyway, what's got you all happyfied this morning, you won the lottery or something?"
"Something like that!" I grinned mysteriously at her and left her to ponder the mystery that is nineteen your old boys at the bottom of the stairs.
I knew Shauna wouldn't be awake yet, but I gazed out the kitchen window hoping she was anyway. The early morning sun revealed that the curtains on their detached house were closed. I knew which room was hers and I caught a slight movement as one of the curtains dropped back into place. Someone had been looking out, was it Shauna spying on me I wondered? The thought that she might be checking me out caused a sudden and unexpected thrill to stir in my gut. My cock, always willing to respond to the slightest hint of sex in the air, thickened and shifted in my pants like some sort of alien organism coming to life. I swear that thing has a mind of it's own. Fortunately nothing else happened and I moved away from the window to sort out tea and toast for myself whilst it went back to sleep again.
As I left the house later that morning, dressed in running gear the sun had all but disappeared and the atmosphere was tense and slightly muggy. I figured there would be rain later, but it looked safe for now. I tried to look casual as I crossed the street, my car keys in hand and proceeded up to the Willams' front door. After pressing the doorbell I stepped back, anticipation knotting in my stomach. Light footsteps approached from the other side, but the stained glass decoration on their PVC door prevented me from seeing who was coming and my gut continued to churn as the door swung open.
"Oh, Hello mark," Mousy brown hair framed high cheekbones and she smiled as she saw me. "I suppose you're here for Shauna."
"Uhh, yes." Stifling a disappointed sigh, I looked past her into their hall. "Is she up yet? I am taking a drive over to Priory Marina for a run and thought she might like to come along."
Kaylee is Shauna's kid sister. Always kind of awkward and skinny, she lived in Shauna's shadow and I had never really noticed her. Kind of unfair really, since she had grown into an attractive girl after a kind of late start. I sometimes saw her out running and waved or something but I had never paid her any attention at all, so I was kind of surprised at what she said next.
"She's gone into Milton Keynes with Mum and Dad," She looked shyly at me and her hands kind of twisted together. "But I would love to join you if it's OK?"
I stood there kind of dumfounded for a moment, all kinds of excuses running through my head. In the end though I could think of no good reason to say no.
"I guess so," I waved my car keys vaguely at her. "Shall I wait in the car while you change?"
"Sure!" A huge smile washed over Kaylee's face as she turned toward the stairs. Then she stopped and turned back: "I won't be long, two minutes or so, I promise!"
She closed the door and I heard her shoot up the stairs. Finally I let out my long-held sigh of disappointment. I cursed myself for not watching the house, had I done so I would have seen them leave and avoided this whole situation.
'Nothing I can do about it now,' I thought, as I crossed the road to my battered old Ford Escort. 'Just get this over with and hope Shauna is back in time for me to at least see her today.'
I pulled off the drive and maneuvered the car to sit alongside the pavement outside Shauna's House. Kaylee was as good as her word and came down the path moments later wearing a white T-shirt and red shorts. Her skinny arms and legs were tanned and she had tied her mid-length hair back in a pony tail, looking every inch the athletic type as she bounced out of the gate and into the car whose door I had pushed open.
"Hiya, thanks for letting me come with you." Kaylee knee jogged up and down to the beat of the radio. "I love running around Priory, but it's too far to go without a car."
"You'd better hope it's not too far for this old banger," I tapped the steering wheel. "It's getting a bit long in the tooth now."
She flashed me a smile. "I'm surprised you haven't got something better yet, I reckon you should be able to afford it with all the hours you work."
"Well, I want a Cougar but the insurance is obscene at my age so I will stick with this for now." I slowed briefly at St John's roundabout then slotted into the gap left by a slow truck driver. "Anyway what about you, are you learning to drive yet?"
"I took some lessons but I didn't like the instructor," she grimaced. "Shauna used the same guy and seemed to get on OK with him, but I thought he was a bit creepy. Always looking at my boobs and touching my hands every chance he got."
"Ugh," I reflexively glanced at her chest. "Creepy old man huh? Can't be good stuck in a confined space for an hour with someone like that."
Kaylee's Breasts weren't all that much to look at I had decided. Two currants on a bread-board as my mum used to say about herself, before the implants. Well, perhaps not quite that small, but nowhere near Shauna. I reckoned Shauna needed an entire alphabet to describe her bra size. Whilst Kaylee could have got by with the first two letters. We turned right into Priory Marina. As usual I ducked reflexively as we passed under the height restrictor, despite the fact that it was way higher than the roof of the Escort. Kaylee laughed at me as I did so and I looked at her again, maybe she needed the letter C after all.
The wheels crunched on gravel as I parked adjacent to the path which led past the pavilion down to the lake. I took my holdall from the back seat to stow it in the boot, no sense leaving it on view on the back seat. It only had a towel and tracksuit in it, but thieves will smash a window for less than that.
"You didn't bring a towel." I observed as Kaylee emerged from the car. "I hope you don't sweat too much."
"Umm, I didn't think of that," she replied, with a long face. "I've only ever finished a run at home. I'm going to stink your car out on the way home now."
"Ahh, don't worry about it," I slammed the boot. "We can share mine."
"Bags I get it first then!" She said, in a cheeky tone.
"Tell you what," I replied. "Whoever gets back to the car first gets the towel first."
"You're on!" Kaylee began doing some warm-up exercises. "I hope you run faster than you drive."
"At least I CAN drive!" I followed her example and within a couple of minutes we were ready to go.
As we set off along the tarmac path, the lake ahead of us looked ominously grey and foreboding behind it's dark screen of trees. Reflecting the darkening clouds above and threatening to bring the rain I had forecast earlier than I had thought. I checked my watch and set the stopwatch going.
"It looks like we might be in for a bit of rain soon," Kaylee echoed my thoughts as we turned left to move clockwise around the lake.
"Yeh, let's hope it holds off until after we get back," I replied. "Or my poor towel is gonna be in a very sorry state."
Against my better judgement I found myself enjoying the run with Kaylee. Unlike her sister she pushed herself hard, seemingly unconcerned about sweating and going red in the face. I found myself having to work hard to keep up and we soon settled into a steady pace with no more talking, conserving our breath. As we approached the small stone 'beach' and the first right hand bend where the tarmac gives way to a dirt path, I smelt the distinctive odour of rain on the air. I knew that meant it was already on it's way down and warned Kaylee.
"Uh oh, here it comes!" I felt the first drop hit my ear then get absorbed by my brown curly hair. "This is gonna be a bad one, there's a bird hide just ahead I think, perhaps we should wait it out in there."
"I know where you mean," Kaylee turned her head to look out over the lake. "But I don't think it will be all that......oh crap!"
My eyes followed hers and I saw the reason for her sudden change of mind. On the lake a veritable wall of rain was approaching us at speed, huge drops hitting the surface of the water and causing it to splash back up violently. The wind had picked up and we simultaneously stopped and looked at each other, then back at the Marina.
"Come on!" I shouted, and set off at a sprint. "We can still get there!"
I sensed that Kaylee was as charged as I was. As silly as it sounds, we were almost scared of a bit of rain. Somehow the sight of it sweeping toward us like that unnerved me and I felt adrenaline surging through my body as we raced for the safety of that tiny shelter somewhere ahead of us. Then suddenly the rain hit us, huge droplets that soaked through my T-shirt in seconds. Visibility dropped suddenly and the wind drove the rain into our faces like airgun pellets, stinging the skin and making it hard to think straight. I prayed we would not miss the shelter and slowed down, checking to see that Kaylee was still with me. She was just behind, shielding her eyes with her left hand as she negotiated the suddenly slippery path. The previously dry earth was soaked now, the water was running down off the path into the lake. The raindrops hitting this new surface and bouncing back up as they had done on the marina. This new source of water soon had my feet squelching in my trainers and I slowed further still. Fortunately at that point we saw the hide just ahead and made a final sprint to get inside.
As we entered the gloom of the small building both of us stood still for what felt like an age just allowing the water to run off our drenched bodies. Eventually I turned to Kaylee and seeing the state she was in, burst into laughter.
"You look like a drowned cat!" I spluttered, as water dripped from my eyebrows and down my face. "And I feel as bad as you look."
Kaylee turned to face me and brushed some strands of hair that had escaped her pony tail from her face. Her skin glistened in the dim light coming through the slitted window and door of the hide and her T-shirt clung to her body, clearly revealing a white sports bra outlined against her lightly tanned torso.
"You look it too," she responded, and then giggled.