Actually, I thought eighteen-year-old Kim was old enough to catch a bus or train. I had a business to run and was behind with some paperwork. But, what the hey? That's what laptops and iphones were for. Rachael had been overworked and was finally taking some much needed R & R to catch up with some old friends for a couple of days, so why not help out?
“Yep, okay,” I said, “I might be a little late, and probably I won't be able to hang around for long.”
Rachael sighed with relief. “Thank you; I'll let Kim know. Oh, um, could you get her to at least start doing her homework?”
Kim, like many teenagers, had a natural aversion to homework. Now I was being asked to stick my hand in the Piranha pond. “You want me to get Kim to do some homework? You do know this'll cost you, right?”
“I know,” Rachael paused for a couple of seconds, “okay, how about a weekend in bed, and I'll guarantee that I'll make it very worthwhile?”
I had no doubts at all that Rachael would stick to the deal. A couple of hours later, I let Gina, my lovely twenty-two-year-old secretary, know that I probably wouldn't be back for the rest of the day.
Rachael and I were fuck-buddies, and had been for about a year. We were both in our late-thirties and both of us had been through messy, expensive divorces. For now, we were happy to enjoy each-other's company, with no strings attached. Rachael wasn't bothered that I was banging Gina, nor did it concern me that Rachael was nailing her boss. Kim seemed to be pretty relaxed about things, and we generally got on alright; tonight, however, could well become a showdown.
When Kim got in my SUV, she was all smiles. “Hiya Rick,” she said, kissing my cheek, “what's happening?” She was cheerful because she was expecting me to give her carte blanche to do whatever she wanted: I also knew that Rachael would have told her that she was expected to get stuck into some homework.
“Well,” I said, “the good news is I'll pick up some KFC (Kim's face lights up), the bad news...”
“Yeah, I know, homework!” She sighed and slumped back in her seat, muttering something under her breath.
“What was that?” I asked, “didn't catch a word.”
“You...traitor!” she spat angrily, crossing her arms under her breasts.
Kim's breasts were pert, upright 38Bs on a reasonably slender, 5' 5” tall body, that also featured a lovely, peachy bum and wide hips melding into long legs. She was pretty, rather than beautiful, with long, slightly wavy brown hair framing an oval face. Her eyes were hazel, under slim, arched eye-brows; freckles were lightly sprayed under her eyes and across the bridge of her cute nose, while her cupid's bow lips were flanked by cute dimples.
At times, I had wondered what she would be like in bed. For the sake of her mother, however, I hadn't tried getting an answer, even though I had a feeling that Kim wouldn't have minded. Of late, for example, Rachael had had to tell Kim to stop parading around wearing nothing but a tee-shirt and panties when I was present.
Unfortunately, when Kim was in a rebellious mood, she wasn't quite as attractive. She silently fumed for about the next half-hour, as I ordered our dinner, drove the rest of the way home and consumed the afore-mentioned KFC. Finally, Kim got up from the table and fumed into her room.
“Don't forget your homework,” I called after her. This ain't over, I thought, as I made myself a cup of coffee and started on some of my paperwork.
Sure enough, a few minutes later Kim wandered back in, carefully ignoring me, and slouched down on the couch in front of the TV, idly flicking through channels.
Uh oh! I thought, here we go! I leaned over the counter.
“C'mon Kim, you know what your mum said about getting started on your homework.”
There was a loud, huffed sigh from the couch. I couldn't see Kim's face, but I knew what she was doing.
“Huffing and rolling your eyes at me is so predictable.” I said the last two words in my 'snitty, teenage voice'.
Kim sat up abruptly, and glared at me over the top of the couch, her eyes following me as I walked through and sat down in an easy chair
“FYI, so is 'the Glare' , ' the Silent Treatment', 'Whatever', 'DUH' , 'Yeah Right', 'What Do You Know About Anything' etc., etc,” I continued, ticking off each item, “I mean, ya know, they're just so predictable. Can't you teens think of anything original to annoy us olds?” I finished with a sigh and rolled my eyes.
Kim's mouth opened, then snapped shut; she pouted and slumped back, arms folded, gave me more of 'the Glare', then poked her tongue out.
“Been there, done that.”
My contrived yawn and 'bored teenager' voice elicited another exasperated huff, after which Kim ostentatiously pretended to ignore me and started flipping through the channels again.
“Uh, no”, I said, “that's so-o-o bo-o-oring! C'mon, homework.”
Kim stood up. By now 'the Glare” could have burned through 10mm titanium plate, but I just smiled serenely back.
“We could use you at the workshop, if one of our cutting torches goes down. C'mon Kim, homework won't kill you; half an hour and you can come up for air, okay?”
“HUH!” Kim stalked out. Her bedroom door didn't slam as hard as I thought it would, considering.
Ha! I thought, smugly, that was easy - maybe! I sat back and sipped on my coffee.
A few minutes later, Kim's door was flung open.
Oops, round two, I sighed to myself, now what?
“Boring, huh?” She marched back in and stood directly in front of me, legs apart, hands on hips.
And I was floored. Kim was completely naked! My face became hot, as I took in her firm, round breasts with her erect, brown nipples jutting confidently from red-brown areolae. My cock throbbed, because her clean-shaven mound was so in my face. Her pink inner-labia peeped almost shyly through her slit. All I could do was stare, breathing hard. Suddenly, Kim flung herself back on the couch.
“Haaaa! GOTCHA!” she spluttered, shaking with laughter. “Predictable, huh?! Boring, huh?!” Kim wiped her eyes “Oh, Wow! Priceless!”
She continued giggling and tittering as she lay watching me, propped up on her arm. Her laughter was so infectious, I had to join in. After a few minutes, we both fell silent and just watched each other. By now, I had calmed a little, but my cock was still throbbing. Judging by the warm smile that was parting her lips slightly, it finally registered with me that Kim thoroughly enjoyed letting me drink in every detail of her gorgeous body. I also realised that I was being remiss. I stood up, pulled my sweatshirt off over my head, showing off my toned body, and kicked my sneakers off.
As I undid my belt and unzipped, Kim's face and chest flushed pink and her eyes became wide and attentive. Her breasts swelled slightly, and her nipples stiffened. My jeans slid to the ground, revealing the large bulge in my skants. Kim slid two fingers of her free hand into her pussy and started playing with herself. I slid my fingers into my waistband and slowly pushed my skants down my legs.
“Ooooh my God!” Kim murmured, as my thick, 8” manhood sprang to attention, “no wonder mum makes so much noise when you two fuck!” The 'rebellious teen' edge had gone from her voice.
“I wonder how much noise you'll make, when we fuck?” I teased.