Moms' Weekend (MikeTheWriter & Frogger)

[MikeTheWriter]

"Just a minute!"

Jake Meadows called out upon hearing the knock at his apartment door. The 21-year-old junior at Southeastern State University strolled out of his bedroom and to the front door. Answering it, he saw his older brother, Josh, waiting for him.

"What, did I interrupt your jerk-off time?" Josh asked before casually strolling in. The elder Meadows brother was a 23-year-old graduate student who decided to enroll at SSU to not only further his education, but to also "keep an eye on his brother," as their father put it.

"No...actually, I was just finishing a paper," Jake replied as he watched his brother walk in. "What time are Mom and Nana coming again?"

Josh looked down at his watch. "Should be here within the next 20 minutes or so," he said, staring at the second hand as it ticked through his thick-rimmed "hipster" glasses, as Josh and his sister called them. "And you look like hell, so you better get changed before they get here...you know how Mom is with waiting."

Jake sighed, walking down the hall toward his bedroom in his wife-beater and basketball shorts, his muscular arms on full display. "Don't worry. I have my clothes all ready to go. Relax, tightass."

Josh shook his head and sat down at the kitchen table, opening a pizza box that was on top. He scrunched his face at what he saw inside and quickly shut it. "Don't you ever clean up here? Damn..." he called out, throwing the box away.

Jake came out wearing a polo shirt that still allowed his muscles to show through and a pair of dark jeans. "I've been at the library most of the week. Haven't had time to clean up."

"Probably the most time you've spent there since you've been here, huh?" Josh asked, a smile on his face as he could feel he was pushing his brother's buttons.

"Why do you always gotta get on my ass about this shit? I hope you're not going to be like this all weekend because I'm just gonna stay here if you are..." Jake fired back.

The building sibling tension seemed to dissipate as the brothers heard a knock on the door and some more pleasant-sounding voices.

 

[Frogger]

“Honey, must I sit here while you try on everything under the sun? The boys are waiting…and I’d rather go see them than endure much more of this.”

“Oh hush. You know you like going clothes shopping, even though you won’t admit it.” Jaime tossed her hair over her shoulder, sporting a grin that can only be described as mischievous. “Besides, we’ll get there on time, don’t worry. I just need a few more minutes. Come on…you can wait that long, can’t you?” This was followed by a laugh, musical in quality, and easy-going too. Her fiery red curly hair flowed about her hips when she turned around, the mid-thigh skirt she was wearing doing the same. “Now…what do you think of this one? I know it’s a little short…but I think it’s super cute!”

Ella Turner, sixty-five years old and grandmother of three boys, gave her a droll stare. “If you think it’s cute…why don’t you buy it? We don’t have all day, and I’m starting to lose all feeling in my ass. Hurry up and make a decision!” An impatient hand swept her short gray hair out of her light, almost clear green eyes. Even though she was as old as she was, she didn’t look like it, having the youthful appearance of a person half her age. Not a single wrinkle could be seen, and as for her body…well, it was certainly rocking worlds.

Jaime Meadows rolled her dark blue eyes. “Fine, I will! Let me go to the cash register, or are you too impatient to wait that long?” Her grin still in place, a little wave was given over her shoulder while she strolled away. Various mouths dropped, eyes following the attractive woman with hunger leaking into those eyes.

“I’ll be waiting in the car, honey!” Ella rose gracefully out of her seat, hands brushing over her shorts and tight purple blouse. Other eyes went to the elder woman, and a few gulps could be heard. Of course this wasn’t noticed, but actually ignored on her part while she went out the door. It wasn’t long before she relaxed in the air conditioning, just waiting for her daughter. “How long is this going to take…?” Her eyes saw the time and she sighed.

“Hey Mother! I’m back, and you’re going to absolutely love the jewelry I just bought!” Jaime came into the car with a decent-sized bag, only to dump it in the backseat. “I’ll let you see it later, though! Right now, we really need to hurry. Jake and Josh must be wondering where we are!” The car purred to life at a twist of the key, and off the two was.

Ten minutes later, the blue Suburban pulled into the parking lot. It took some time finding the dorm, but at least they made it. Jaime gave the door a solid knock. “Mother…stop nagging about how late we are, just be happy we’re here to spend time with our boys. I haven’t been able to do that since Jake graduated high school…” At the thought, tears began collecting in those blue eyes of hers, only to be wiped away seconds later. It was rather embarrassing to admit this, but…she missed taking care of her boys, to see them every day.

Ella twined an arm around her shoulders. “I know how you feel, really I do… I don’t get to spend time with them like I used to… I want to turn back time, and be able to make the two their favorite cookies… or to hug Jake tight, and bounce Josh on my knee… Oh, I miss all that…” A soft sigh escaped her lips, this time not out of exasperation, but out of sadness.

“Aw, Mom…” Jaime’s smile was bittersweet, yet there was nothing that could have diminished its beauty. The door was opened before she could say anything else, and so she rushed forward, arms wrapping around Jake. Because of this, her full breasts pressed against his chest, nipples poking through her bra and shirt. “Hey honey bear! How are you?” she cried out in happiness.

Both women are sexy. There is no denying this one fact, no matter who is speaking. Jaime was the red-haired beauty, quick to smile and even quicker to give a hug. Ella was the older, more experienced lady… yet still a sight to behold. Polar opposites in appearance, any one man can pick and choose, depending on his personal preference.

“Josh, come give your grandmother a hug!” Ella practically demanded, her arms going around the younger brother. Her breasts did the same as her daughter’s, though there was no sagging to be felt. “Oh…We’ve missed you so much! We just didn’t know what to do with ourselves, without having to take care of you two!”

 

[MikeTheWriter]

Jake hugged his mother tightly, pulling up slightly and almost lifting her off the ground. "Hi, Mom...I'm doing good, but even better now," he replied with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. His face turned a little red after she called him 'Honey Bear.' No 21-year-old college student could go without feeling a little embarrassed in case someone heard that. Regardless, he broke the hug and looked her over. "Wow...you must be going somewhere special tonight, huh?" he asked.

Josh returned the hug with his grandmother, also planting a kiss on her cheek. He laughed as she brought up taking care of them and looked around his apartment. "Yeah, you could probably say Jake still needs taken care of," he replied, making light of what was a somewhat messy apartment.

Josh then motioned the women in. "Come on, sit down," he said, taking Jake's books and putting them on the end tables. "So are you excited to be here for the weekend...getting ready to go crazy?" he asked jokingly. "I bet Dad and Papa are happy to get you two ladies out of their hair for a couple days."

 

[Frogger]

Jaime’s smile was guileless. “Of course we are, Jake…and with our two special boys. What do you say about us going to a bar? Hmm? We can buy the drinks…not to mention check out the crowd. I bet you haven’t had the time to see what girls are taking classes around here… Am I right?” Her dark blue eyes glistening, a few strands of molten fire falling down over her shoulder, framing her features rather nicely. “Come on…admit it, you haven’t had any fun since you’ve gotten here…” One hand stroked his chest, almost seductively…provocatively.

“I must say, it’s high time they do have a little fun.” Ella sat down at the table with a smile of her own. “I don’t want you two doing any homework while we are here. This weekend is just about us, are we clear?” A couple strands of gray fell into her eyes, only to be brushed away. The diamond earring in her left ear flashed in the light. Her cheeks revealing dimples, there was a certain child-like wonder about the woman. “Besides, Papa did say that I can go crazy while I’m here. I know your father said something along the same lines to Jaime, too.”

“Damn straight. I tend to follow his orders, too.” Jaime leaned against her youngest son, red hair bright against his clothes. “So come on! Join us for a few drinks! We’ll buy, or if you want, you can buy us some! You know what? We’ll pay half the bill. Please…” This time she started batting her eyes, giving Jake her best pout –which tends to get what she wants.

 

[MikeTheWriter]

Jake looked down at his mother's left hand as it stroked his broad, muscular chest. His eyes couldn't quite divert themselves from the wedding band on her ring finger and the oversized diamond that rested on top of it. He was used to the touching and the lovingness she showed him, especially being her youngest son, but this seemed different. For a fraction of a second -- maybe even just a millisecond -- he could've sworn his mother was hitting on him. He laughed, a tad uneasily, and replied, "Not really, especially since the babysitter had to show up." He looked and nodded in Josh's direction.

Josh put his hands up as if to say he had no say in the matter. "Hey, Mom and Dad said I had to keep an eye on you while I was down here, so take it up with them." He sat down on the couch and looked over at his Nana, who at 65, still looked stunning and obviously didn't mind showing off her legs in the shorts she was wearing. He felt a little guilty for looking at her legs, but he just assumed it was the price to pay for being a guy.

As Jaime brought up the idea of drinks, Jake's ears perked up as he looked down at her. And then she batted her eyes. Damn, she's good, he thought to himself. He not only felt his heart skip a beat, but he also felt a slight stirring in his loins.

Clearing his throat to try and regain his composure, Jake said, "That definitely sounds good...maybe Josh and I can meet some girls." He then thought for a second and added, "Or their moms." He chuckled a bit. "The Pub sounds good...lot of room and they have a small dance floor if you really wanna get crazy. You in, Josh?" Jake asked, looking over to his older brother.

Josh breathed in and felt his thoughts overtaking his head. I have all this homework, and I really don't wanna be out all night, but it could be fun, and Nana said that this weekend is just for us, and I guess she's right, right?

He exhaled deeply and smiled. "Yeah, let's have some fun. I need a break." He stood up. "I think we're all ready to go, unless you ladies need to change or whatever it is you girls do..." he said with a grin.

 

[Frogger]

“No, we don’t need to change. I don’t think we can get any sexier than we already are.” Jaime gestured towards herself with a laugh and a dazzling smile. Hips shaking –almost erotically, mind you- her skirt flowed about her thighs, revealing flashes of long…slender legs. “Come on, be honest with me… Am I to die for, or no? Because I plan on letting my wild side out, knocking socks off, making men drool…and simply having a good time.” Her eyes lit with obvious excitement, she did a cute little dance, which had hips and a sexy little move involved. “Your father hasn’t been paying much attention to me lately…so I plan on getting some a different way… Isn’t that right, Mom?”

Ella offered a nod in response. “It has been the same way with your grandfather, boys. It’s not as though I ask for a lot of attention…but I do like attention every once in a while. Especially when I am wearing a pretty dress, meant to impress him.” Her green eyes dark and touched with a bit of mischief, she stretched out her long, very attractive legs. Grey curls bounced this way and that about her face. “So… I am also going out to receive a little old-fashioned attention.” A soft laugh left her lips, the musical sound dancing in the air.

Jaime added her own laughter to the mix, both melodies intertwining and making a sound more beautiful than each were separately. A hand rose, fingers going through her fiery red locks, and causing the strands to catch the light. “Go Mother! This is one of the first times we’ve actually agreed on something…I think. Anyway…I’m so glad you boys are coming with! I want to spend time with you, and you both need to have some fun added to your studious lives!” Her head came to rest on Jake’s chest, one hand stroking the muscle underneath still.

“I agree.” Ella brought Josh down to her level, and gave him a great big hug. Of course, because of his position…and hers, luscious breasts came to press alluringly into his chest. “We all need to have a little fun…especially now. Your exams are right around the corner, right? Well…you shouldn’t be studying your heads off. Studying is a good thing, but you can’t do it all the time.” Her green eyes met his, one hell of a spectacular smile curving her lips. There was even a dimple popping out of her left cheek, again adding a touch of innocence to the older woman.

“Yep, I totally agree with that one!” Jaime jumped away from her youngest son with a bright smile on her face. “Now come on! I’d rather not be fifty by the time we leave! No offense, Mom.” Giving her a cheeky wink, the young beauty headed to the door, hips swaying. One hand even went so far as to open the door…and to gesture with the other. “After you…” she announced teasingly, though she was obviously impatient to get going. When one has been waiting for…weeks upon weeks for a little bit of fun, of course he…or she will be impatient to move on to the party.

Ella rolled her eyes. “I swear, you are one of the most impatient individuals I had ever come to know… and you are my own daughter!” With another laugh leaving her lips, the sixty-five year old rose from where she sat, her hand finding Josh’s and giving it a gentle tug. “Come now… Don’t leave me with your mother, please!”

 

[MikeTheWriter]

If Jake wasn't even slightly turned on by his mother's showing of her affection for him earlier, he definitely was as she did her little dance, drawing attention to her legs, hips and ass. Meanwhile, Josh's eyes reverted back to his Nana's legs as she stretched them out. Noticing the mischievous look in her eyes, he felt a slight twitch in his jeans.

Both boys gulped a bit at the thought of their mother and grandmother going out to "receive a little bit of attention," as they had put it. Were they going to cheat? Were they going to just tease? Were they going to embarrass the boys by getting black-out drunk and throwing up in a bar bathroom? All of those were possible, and the boys looked at each other, sensing they were sharing a brain on this.

They didn't get much time to think as Ella grabbed Josh's hand and stood up, while Jaime was practically shoving everyone out the door out of pure excitement for what lay ahead. "What are we waiting for?" Josh asked with a nervous laugh as he held his grandmother's hand for a moment and absentmindedly stroked her finger with his thumb. He quickly dropped his hand and walked behind her out the door.

Jake was the last one out, locking the door before joining the rest of the group in the hallway of the apartment building.

Being just a block from his apartment, The Pub was a frequent stop for Jake on his drinking nights. The bass was booming just outside the door as the four approached the club. After handing their IDs to the bouncer, the boys waited for the women before heading straight to the bar.

"I'll get the first round," Josh said as he coolly stepped to the bar. sat down on a vacant stool, and pulled out his wallet, fishing for a couple $20s just in case anyone was going to be pricy. "What's everyone drinking?"

"Beer for me for now," Jake replied as he stood next to the stool.

 

[Frogger]

Jaime slid into the stool next to her son with relative ease. “Hm, let’s see…I think I’ll have a dry martini. With extra olives, if you don’t mind.” A slow, mischievous smile began creeping along her lips when she noticed the bartender’s gaze –whose name happened to be Nicholas- on her breasts. “Excuse me… My eyes are up here…” she purred, leaning forward…and only making things worse. At this point, a great majority of her breasts could be seen…including her bra. His eyes reluctantly lifted from the luscious pair, numerous emotions swirling within the brown depths. “There we go. Much better!” she told him, smiling all the while. A few strands of hair fell against her cheeks, the semi-darkness causing the fire to look more like molten lava.

“I’ll have an A.M.F., if you make those.” Ella came to stand beside her grandson with a wicked smile. “Just to clarify, it’s called an Adios Mother Fucker…” Now his eyes ran up and down her body, finding satisfaction in the plentiful curves, the mile-long legs…not to mention her breasts and round ass. It was obvious he didn’t know what to think, what with two beauties standing before him. A soft laugh left her lips, bringing attention to them. “I would like it if you added some tequila to my drink...please. Adds just enough of a kick, in my opinion…” Emphasizing her point, she kicked out one leg, showing off her legs… and the killer purple stilettos she had on. There was a devious look in those green eyes of hers…one that was very…very sexy.

“Mother, stop teasing the poor man, he doesn’t know what to think.” Jaime shook her head while laughing under her breath. Her hip-length locks swaying from side to side, flashing brightly, it wasn’t all that surprising when every male eye went her way. Even silence fell throughout the club. Only female voices could be distinguished from the deep bass, though it didn’t really matter. There were plenty of girls to go around, and plenty of guys –at least, those who are not homosexual- to go around. “I wouldn’t mind having a little something or another to nibble on…” Almost immediately dark red made an appearance on Nicholas’ cheeks, while dirty…nasty thoughts ran through his mind. It was rather cute, since he was probably twenty years their junior.

Ella bit back another laugh. “You call me a tease, when you’re giving him worse ideas than I ever did. Come on, let’s leave him alone so he can do his job… Why don’t we go out on the dance floor? My feet are itching to move, and besides…I see some rather lovely ladies eyeing our two boys…” With a wink she gestured over her right shoulder, where two girls sat. One was a cute blonde, no taller than five foot… while the other was a tall, willowy brunette.

Jaime glanced out to the dance floor, blatantly ignoring the college girls. It was a bit unsettling, but… she couldn’t help but feel jealousy towards them. Maybe it was because of their youth, or how their whole lives were still ahead of them…but still. Jealousy was nasty business, and even now it was churning inside her belly, making her want to punch something. Preferably a blonde and a brunette, yet she shouldn’t do that… “Mm… That sounds like a great idea… I’d love to show off the new dance moves I picked up from the dance class I’ve been taking lately…”

Both women began dancing their way onto the floor, eyes still following their seductive bodies. Lights did nothing to hide what they had, as did clothes. It wasn’t long before Jaime and Ella were joined by two big, muscular black men, muscles gleaming with sweat as they danced. Hands met, though only for a moment, skin brushing…teasing each other. Music changed from a funky beat to a more…alluring one, which brought couples and new accomplices together. Dirty dancing soon came, hips grinding…legs pressed tightly together.

 

[MikeTheWriter]

Josh handed the money to Nicholas, got his change and left a tip, a beer in his hand. He and Jake began to scour the dance floor for a couple girls to dance with. It didn't take long for one to catch his eye -- a tall brunette sitting at one of the side tables with a small blonde. They were both sipping on mixed drinks and trying to hold a conversation over the loud music when the boys stepped in.

Jake, always the smooth one with the ladies, asked Heather, the blonde, to dance. Josh shyly followed, asking Alana the same. Both girls said yes and the four went out to the middle of the dance floor. Josh happened to see his mom and grandmother still at the bar at the moment, chatting up the bartender. Didn't take them long to get their flirting game on, he thought to himself with a little chuckle.

As the song changed, Josh looked toward the bar and noticed the women weren't there. It wasn't long before he noticed his mom and Nana grinding on some black guys. His heart instantly leaped in his throat, and he froze for a second as his mind processed what was going on. Josh managed to get Jake's attention and nodded in the direction of the women. "You believe that shit?" Josh mouthed to Jake.

Jake just shrugged it off and kept dancing, more concerned with getting Heather to come back to his apartment with him than anything.

Meanwhile, Curtis Williams had his hands on Jaime's hips, her skirt riding up so much that his fingertips were now touching bare skin. The senior linebacker at SSU loved the way she was dancing on him, and he made sure she knew how much he liked it by pressing his growing erection along her ass. "You ladies here for the night, or the weekend, or what you trying to get into?" he whispered in her ear, finding her scent intoxicating. It was then for the first time he noticed her wedding ring and immediately thought to himself, Bull's-eye.

Curtis' younger cousin, Damon Cooper, a freshman walk-on running back, was behind Ella and letting her do her thing back on him. "Damn, you got some moves for a mom," he said, a gentle smile on his face as he continued to dance on the 65-year-old woman. Of course, he had no idea of her age...or that she was even a grandmother.

 

[Frogger]

“For the night, for the weekend…maybe for what I’m trying to get into…” Jaime purred, a smile curving those luscious lips. “How about you…?” The senior linebacker’s fingertips on her bare skin, hot breath brushing her ear, and erection pressing into her ass…well, it was all very erotic. “Are you here for the night…for the weekend…or for what you are trying to get into? Because I must say…I am very…very interested in the answer you have to give…” Molten red brushed his chest and shoulders, which was softer than velvet or silk. Her petite hands met his larger pair at her thighs. Music pounding in her ears –not only that, but in her very blood-, this whole situation was…mesmerizing, hypnotic…a dozen other words she couldn’t think of at this given moment. All she knew…was that she didn’t want to move away.

Meanwhile, Ella was with the tall freshman, doing her own thing. In this situation…it was true that the daughter was like her mother, despite their very different personalities. All across the dance floor, soft, almost inaudible moans could be heard, a few couples even going back to dark corners to…satisfy themselves in the best way they knew how to. No wonder the Pub is such a popular place. Maybe there was something in the drinks served, which heighten pleasure…or maybe it was just the atmosphere. Either way…there was no denying the sensual tension, the seduction that is taking over rationality. Even Nicholas was being drawn to it…much like a moth is to a flame, only the pull is so much stronger…and he couldn’t dream of resisting.

It wasn’t long before refreshments became a necessity. The Pub was growing to be a very…very hot place, and it didn’t even have to turn on the heat. First Ella excused herself from her dance partner, and then Jaime, the two ladies meeting each other at the bar and making drink orders. “Well…?” Jaime whispered to her mother, a little more than eager to hear details. Ella waited until their drinks were brought out, and a long sip was enjoyed. “Well…what, exactly?” she asked, a smile on her lips as she stole a glance at her daughter. These words were met with a frustrated groan. “You know exactly what I am asking about, Mom! How is your…date going along? I don’t know if it can be called that…but it sort of works in this case. So spill the beans!”

“There’s not much to tell, Jaime… You know my date is going along the same lines as yours. Are you willing to ‘spill the beans’ yourself?” Ella’s lips curved at the rim of her glass when she noticed the redhead’s blush, yet she didn’t push the matter further. It was just amusing to tease her…especially as she was doing something…embarrassing or naughty.

Jaime felt the blush reside on her cheeks, much like a burn, but without any damage. “Mom…just shut up,” she grumbled under her breath. “I’m not fifteen anymore… I am not in the middle of adolescence, so why must you act like I am?” Fingertips playing along the rim of her glass, she gazed at the dance floor, where her two sons danced with beautiful ladies half her age. It stung…but it was to be expected, wasn’t it? After all…why would either of them be interested in a couple of old hags? There was no time machine that can change this fact otherwise. “You never answered my question…” she reminded the other woman.

Ella gulped down her drink, asking for another. “Hm… I’m not sure how to answer that though…” Her bright green eyes watched the bartender make another A.M.F., fingernails tapping on her other arm. “Maybe because you are still my little girl… or maybe it’s because I still have difficulty seeing you as the woman you have become… Either way, I think the reasons are connected.” A smile was flashed her way, just as her drink arrived. “Mm… Thank you, Nicholas. After this…do you want to go back out onto the dance floor? I think I do… Damon is certainly a morsel I wouldn’t mind gobbling up.” Both women laughed, though Jaime did agree when it came to Curtis. “I do want to head back out… Curtis is waiting, and so is your date.”

 

[MikeTheWriter]

Jake and Josh saw their guests for the weekend make their way back to the bar for another round (or two) of drinks. The relief could be seen on Josh's face, as the thought of his mother and grandmother hooking up with two physically imposing guys his age was too much to bear at the moment. Alana continued to slowly grind her ass against Josh's growing erection, and he was feeling the heat from the Pub's atmosphere.

The DJ was doing a tremendous job of setting a vibrant, sexy, sensual mood on the dance floor with the music he was playing. Jake and Heather were now face-to-face, or rather mouth-to-mouth as they were passionately kissing in a corner on the floor. His hands fondled her pert ass as she stood on her tiptoes a little to meet his face.

Nicholas chuckled a little as his drinks were evidently starting to have their effects on the two attractive older women sitting at his bar. He was considered one of the town's best bartenders -- not only for his outgoing, engaging personality, but of course, also for his drinks that somehow managed to get panties dropping.

Nicholas loved Moms' Weekend because mature women flocked to him like crazy. He had even taken a couple back to his place before. The way Ella looked at him with those green eyes made him believe that she could be next, but before he could make any moves, the women ventured back out to the dance floor upon finishing their drinks.

Curtis and Damon were more than pleased to see their dates eagerly returning to them.

"Welcome back," Damon said to Ella as he wrapped his large arms around the gray-haired beauty, his hands resting on her lower back, creeping lower toward her ass. "You miss me?" he asked before softly placing his lips at the base of her neck, the alcohol giving him the courage to make a move.

Curtis brought Jaime back up against him, resuming the position they were dancing in earlier, with her ass up against his crotch. "Glad to have you back," he whispered, the warmth of his alcohol-tinged breath grazing her ear. "And to answer your question...I'm a student, so I'm here all the time...but as for what I'm trying to do? I'm trying to get in this skirt right here," Curtis confidently stated, his fingertips playing with the hem of her skirt as his bright white teeth gently nibbled at Jaime's earlobe.

 

[Frogger]

Ella felt a soft sigh leave her lips. “Mm, maybe…” she breathed, head tilting back in order to expose more of her neck. “Why…? Did you…miss me, perhaps?” Her fingertips slowly started rubbing up his broad chest, admiring the muscles rippling beneath the shirt as they ascended up to his neck. “I didn’t see you try to dance with anyone else…so I must assume that you did…” One hand slid into his black curls at the base of his neck, the other gripping onto his shoulder. There was an electric moment where they were face-to-face, eyes connected in a smoldering gaze. So many possibilities could happen…yet it was pretty obvious where things were heading, given how she didn’t want to let go of him…and neither did he. Eyes bright as jade pieces, her lips parted in invitation…the tip of her tongue wetting the flesh presenting itself. Damon gave a soft moan, eyes lowered and intent on those offered lips. “Mm…” His larger pair met hers, the kiss almost immediately turning into a passionate, deep one.

Jaime didn’t notice any of this, seeing as how she has her own man to play with. “You’re a student… and here all the time? That can’t be good for your grades…” These silly little thoughts scrambled when his teeth began nibbling on her earlobe, never to be seen again. Her blue eyes drifting closed, both hands went to his, her ass grinding back into his rigid length. “At least…I can commend you for your honesty…” she whispered, the words huskier than what was normal for the woman. Curtis let out a low, rasping groan next to her ear. “You shouldn’t do that…if you don’t know what I may do in retaliation…” he managed, fingers pulling the collar of her skirt down so he could nip onto her shoulder. “After all… you are being very…very naughty…”

“I’m being naughty…? I didn’t know, so you might want to punish me…” Jaime purred. The teasing continued on for several more minutes, tensions running high as desire leapt to new heights. Curtis’ shaking hands explored the soft creamy skin of her thighs for a long time, reluctant to push matters… that is, until his control slipped through his fingers. “Nn, Jaime…” he growled, hands almost yanking the denim up to her belly in need. Black lace quickly became exposed to his hungry eyes. “I have to…I need your skin… You’re driving me crazy… Please, Jaime…give me a taste…just…something to satisfy this craving…for everything you have…” Desperate eyes rose to meet hers, brown clashing with blue. For a long moment nothing was said or done, the senior’s large body trembling against hers.

Jaime finally raised a hand to his cheek, tracing its shape with her fingertips. “We’ll go someplace private…and see where things go from there…alright?” The skirt fell back down to hide the sexy black lace from view. “Sure…sounds amazing…” Curtis told her in a hoarse whisper. “Just please…don’t keep me waiting…I don’t know how much more I can take of all this…” Large hands gripping onto her hips, his throbbing erection became evident against her full, plump ass. Another groan fell from his lips. “All that is for you…All eight inches of me… Come on…take care of my little man downstairs…” The joke not lost on her, she laughed and found the tent behind denim jeans, just slowly…almost torturously…stroking it. “Don’t worry…I’ll take care of you…”

“Thank fucking God,” Curtis hissed, thrusting into her hand as much as he could. Yet because of the denim, he couldn’t do very much…much to his frustration.

“Shh, come with me…I’ll take you to a dark corner…where we can play some checkers.” Jaime gave a musical laugh, remembering how her mother always referred to sexual activities with that saying. Her fingers still around his length –though through his jeans- she began leading him through the dancers, to where darkness hung around the corners of the Pub. Here privacy was insured…and can be exploited, if need be. Curtis followed like a puppy on a leash, more entranced with the redhead than he ever was before. The tip of his tongue made an appearance to wet his lips.

Ella broke the kiss shared with the freshman, panting as his lips brushed along her throat. “What’s wrong…?” he asked, his voice sexy beyond words. “Did you…enjoy that?” A nod came, summoning a pleased smile to his lips. “Good… What would you say if…I really wanted to do more…?” Pink invaded her pale cheeks, giving him every answer he needed. After all…he didn’t want to force her into anything…but he did want to partake in this forbidden fruit. One hand slowly drifted down, fingers finding and pulling on the hem of her shirt. “I have to pull this up… I want your breast in my hand… The nipple growing hard in my palm… Do you understand?” Ella nodded, letting him lift her shirt and see her lacy white bra. Once Damon got it unhooked, the hand slid underneath…only to cup that lush package. Moaning openly now, she let her head fall back, arching her back so he could take more of her breast. “Oh yeah…that’s it…” he whispered, bringing her against him hard.