Just shut up and fuck me

“Just shut up and fuck me.” I said

I was walking home from the last day of school. It was already close to a 100 degrees out. It was about a 4 mile walk back to my house. I had missed the last school bus. I had to stay after for detention. I got caught passing a note for my best friend, Stan. He had asked me to pass a note to his new girl friend. They had only been going out for a week. Now I was the only one walking home after spending an hour, cleaning off the chalk board. I was so sweaty after cleaning. I went to the boys locker room to change. I put my gym class uniform on.

About a mile into my walk home. I stopped to tie my left shoe. I put my book bag on the ground, next to the grass. I could feel the sweat inside my tight short blue gym shorts. I could not find any clean underwear. I wore my used jock strap home. I forgot to wash it the last time I wore it. It had been in my locker for about two weeks. I pulled down on the bottom of my yellow high school t-shirt. I was on the football team, and played basketball. Being 6ft 4 helps, but maybe not with this tight gym uniform. I hope nobody sees me walking home today.

“Honk! Honk! Buck!! Hey dude…” said a guys voice. It was Stan. He was driving his Dad car. “What’s up?” I said. “Hey! Come here. Man!” said Stan. I walked down the sidewalk, to his Dad’s BMW. He had the top down. His father was quite rich. He always spoiled his son. Stan was wearing some expensive clothes, a nice hat and a huge watch on his left wrist. “Dude! Nice outfit. I thought gym class was over man..” he laughed. “All I had, after sweating to death. Cleaning the detention room one last time.” I said. “Thanks for not saying, I passed the note. You know my parents. They kill me, if I got detention.” he said. “Your Dad would have gotten you out of it.” we both laughed. “Hop in.. I’ll drive you home. But first, we have to make a stop.” he smiled.

Anything was better than walking. I hoped into the passenger seat. About twenty minutes later we pulled down a small street. We parked at the end of the street. “Follow me.” said Stan. He got out of the car. I put my book bag in the back seat, and got out of the car. We walked up to a metal gate. He had a big grin on his face. “Dude! Who’s house is this?” I said. “Becky! The new girl I am seeing. She told me her Dad gone for the day, but her Mom home.” said Stan. “Wait! The girl from class. You dragged me over here, looking like this. Come on! You got to be kidding me.” I said. “Dude! Your my wing man. I need some big help on this one. You need to block the mother from catching us, in her daughters bedroom.” said Stan. I was thinking what the fuck.

A second later the metal door opened. Stan started walking up the long driveway. I followed him. What was I going to do. He would do the same for me. Probably not. He run, just like I was thinking. I soon caught up to him. “What the plan?” I said. “Not sure. Becky said her Mom likes to sun bath out by the pool, in her back yard. Just go out there and talk with her. Meantime…I will slip back upstairs with Becky. She told me, she might want to get to 2nd base.” said Stan. I thought for a second. Then it was to late.

“Hey Stan! Hey you! Cool you came Stan. I’ve been waiting all day. This is my friend Amanda.” said Becky Both Becky and Amanda were on the cheer leading team. They were the skinny blonde girls who never talked to anybody but the popular kids. That was Stan. Probably not me. They both had these matching red bathing suits on. I tried to fix my gym outfit. Amanda pointed at me. Then said something to Becky. They both laughed. “Stan! This was the best you could do?” she whispered to him. “Your welcome.” he said. I just stood there looking around. I did not find either girl very attractive. Now I was starting to hate myself for getting in the car with Stan.

“Follow me. I will introduce you to my Mother. Then we can go up to my room. He knows he has to stay behind and block my Mom from coming to my room? I’m not allowed to have boys in my room. He can talk can’t he?” said Becky. “You better do a good job or else?” said Amanda. Stan just smiled. I followed them into the back yard. I could see they had a big fancy pool and a huge 8 person hot tub, near the shallow end. I was still looking around, when I heard a older woman voice.

“Hi! Becky! Hi Amanda!…Who do we got here girls?” said the same voice. I turned. There was Becky Mom. She was standing at the back door of her house. She was just coming down the back stairs. She had a glass of wine in her right hand. I gulped. I heard Stan gulp. Both girls waved at Becky’s Mom. Unlike Becky. Her Mom was the exact opposite. Becky was small and petite. She had no curves. Her Mom was 5ft 6 with long legs, and killer curves. She had a huge chest, a tiny waist and big hips. She had a huge ass to match her sexy thighs. She was wearing a white two piece bathing suit. The bottom was tied tight on her big hips. The white strings keeping the bottom and her bathing suit top strained against the weight. She had her long curvy blonde hair down passed her shoulders. She had some bright red lips to match her long fingernails. Her toenails were painted the same color. She was wearing some 4inch white wooden heels.