Strip Math

Disclaimer: I am trying a new way to approach a story, hope you enjoy it.

Strip Math

“Honey, we will be leaving for the weekend, now no parties and you cannot go anywhere, have fun.” My Mom told me as she was leaving. This was the first thing I had heard of about my parents leaving for the weekend. I mean I had just gotten off work, came home and they were already packed and leaving. It was Thursday night, my parents were leaving, there is no way I am going to school tomorrow I thought.

“Alright Mom, you kids have fun” I said jokingly, “just leave me some money for food.”

“There’s a 20 on the counter, I love you sweetie, please behave yourself” she said as she was walking out the door towards the taxi that was picking up my parents. They were going to a cabin in the mountains for a weekend getaway. One of the benefits of being self-made millionaires I guess.

As I watched the taxi pull away with my parents, there was only one thing on my mind, and that was my latest fling, Trisha. Now by fling, I mean we were only in the talking phase of our relationship, and to be honest, I thought she was pretty boring, and planned only to fuck her and then never talk to her again. The thing about Trish is that what she lacked on the personality and intelligence department; she greatly made it up with her rocking body. She was 5 feet 8 inches, relatively tall for a girl, with legs that went on forever and ended at her beautiful ass. There was not an ass finer on this plant than Trish’s. She was a platinum blonde, who let her hair lay straight, with beautiful blue eyes. I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet, her boobs, she had the boobs of a porn star, they were the perfect size and shape, I’d say about a C cup to a D cup. She was in more simple terms gorgeous, your California beauty if that makes sense.

I quickly got out of my work clothes, oh yeah work clothes, funny thing is, no matter how much money parents have, they believe it is viable for a young man to make his own money, it builds character. I have no problem with it; I work at the local grocery market stocking shelves, not terrible work, but not fun no less. The best thing about the whole set up is all of the good looking Moms that come in and the fact that I work with my best friend James. Instead of going about my life, I’ll get back to the story.

So I changed out my work clothes and walked to the bathroom naked, one of the joys being home alone, clothes are an option. I walked to the mirror and looked myself up and down. I was a pretty average kid. Average looks and average smarts. I’m about 6 feet tall, I workout a couple of times a week, so I am pretty built for a 17 year old kid. I have dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Not the greatest looking guy in the World, no super model that is, but I make up for it with smooth talking. You see, there is one thing the Men in my family can do, and that is sweet talk anything with tits. One of the reasons my average looking Dad got my very attractive Mom. I eyed myself up and down, cocked a smile, and said to myself, “God damn your good looking”.

I hopped in the shower and started soaping up when I heard my phone start to ring. I quickly rinsed off and got out to check who was calling. I had already missed the call so I figured I might as well finish my shower and call whoever it was back when I got out of the shower. So I hopped back in and started thinking of what Trish looked like naked. My 7 inch dick slowly started to harden, I need the relief I thought. I then began to jerk off, 5 minutes later I was blasting my cum on the side of the shower wall. I washed it all down the sink and got out and dried off. Remembering my phone, I walked over to the counter, looked to see who called. It was Trish, was she reading my mind?

I called her back.

Trish- “Hello?”

Me- “Hey you called?”

Trish- “Hey baby, whatcha doing?”

Me- “Uhhh just got home from work, why what’s up?”

Trish- “I was just thinking about you, and I am having trouble with my math homework, and I know you already took the class, so I was just wondering if you could maybe help me, pleasssseeee Trevor”

Were in the same grade, you know what the funniest thing about this whole ordeal is?