3
Ed
When I went into the house after the performance Maggie put on last night, I had to take a cold shower stat. And I mean ice-cold with needles stinging my skin in the hopes that my erection would soften a bit. Yet it didn’t work so I ended up rubbing one out in the stall while replaying Maggie’s striptease in my mind. I came like an animal, roaring my release while spraying the bathroom wall with lashes of hot seed. Only after it was over could I actually breathe again. The teen girl was that beautiful.
But what the fuck am I thinking? I’m an older man who lives next door, and I literally have a son who’s her age. I think they’re even high school classmates, showing how inappropriate and ridiculous this is. Yet Magnolia’s young, gorgeous, and buxom. She’s fully a woman, with those huge tits and pulsing pink pussy. Suddenly, a thought strikes, making my heart race. Was she performing for my son, Corey? I know it wasn’t for me because she didn’t know I was there until the very end. Oh shit. Is Magnolia interested in Corey? Is she dating him? With my son, I’d be the last to know because we don’t exactly get along.
Coffee cup in hand, I pace the kitchen, trying to work things out in my mind. It’s a sad story, actually. His mother, my ex-wife Sabrina, and I divorced about two years ago. Corey didn’t take it well. I guess teenagers can be very sensitive about these kinds of things and my son threw a fit. He became uncontrollable, and as a result, he and I moved away. Sabrina and I were hoping that the change in environment would improve his attitude, but that hasn’t happened. Corey’s still an entitled asshole and shows no sign of stopping any time soon.
At that moment, the boy himself stalks into the kitchen and his duffle bag, full of heavy football equipment, hits the floor with a loud thud. He heads straight for the refrigerator and pulls out a carton of orange juice and then proceeds to drink directly from the carton.
I say, "Hello, to you."
He grunts back without looking my way and bounds up the stairs, juice carton still in hand.
I glance at the duffle bag in the middle of the kitchen floor. The zipper’s open so the stink from inside wafts all the way to where I’m standing ten feet away. Does that boy never wash his shit? What the fuck? I thought we taught him better than this, but I guess not.
Disgusted, I wonder what my son’s football buddies think of him. Corey seems popular enough, especially since transferring senior year is always tough, but my son seems okay on the social front. He hasn’t lost his swagger, that’s for sure, not to mention his asshole ways.
But look at me. I’m a forty-five-year-old man lusting after a teenage girl, so who’s the asshole now? Yet I don’t care if it’s wrong. I’m fixated on the girl next door, and I can’t help myself. But are Corey and I competing for Maggie? Am I really running a race against my own son? How pathetic is that?
Yet I can’t stop thinking about the gorgeous Magnolia. I admit, we haven’t really talked much. About a month ago, I bumped into her at the grocery store and we said hello.
“You’re Maggie, right?” I asked, pushing my shopping cart next to hers.
She nodded, brown curls bobbing.
“Yes, Magnolia. I live next door to you with my parents, Victoria and Malcolm Talbot. Oh, and I’m in the same class as your son too.”
I pretended I didn’t know because I didn’t want to come off as too interested, even though she intrigued me. Hell, what man wouldn’t be interested? The sweet girl was dressed in a fuzzy white sweater that highlighted her enormous breasts, as well as short shorts which showed off lengths of thick, creamy thigh. My fingers itched to touch her skin and I gripped the handlebars of my shopping cart with white knuckles, willing my body to behave.
But thankfully, Magnolia was totally oblivious.
“I hope you like our little town, Mr. Sterling,” she smiled. “Cedar Toms is a nice place. Kids trick-or-treat on Halloween, and the neighborhood always has a Christmas block party the last week of December. It’s cold with snow on the ground by then, but they set up space heaters and the hot chocolate by Mrs. Tinney is to die for.”
I nod, still trying to maintain my composure.
“I’ll be sure to check it out. Will you be dressing up this year for Halloween?”
Magnolia laughed while throwing her head back.
“Maybe. I’m thinking of being a sexy devil. Do you think I’d get a lot of candy?”
My pulse pounded in my head as an image of the curvy girl in a skin-tight devil costume invaded my thoughts. Fuck, she’d be gorgeous with those big breasts, small waist, and wide hips. I’d be more than happy to dump truckloads of candy into her bucket if she came by my place. But again, keeping my composure was paramount.