Senior Year Box Set

I told them about the Kentucky in-home visit, and they agreed to be there. He and Cassidy left.

“What do you think?” I asked my dad.

“Personally, I would kick Alan’s ass.”

Wow! He surprised me sometimes. Thank goodness my mom wasn’t around to hear that.

“I’ll put that on my to-do list.”

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Hotness.

“Yessss …” I hissed as Brook took me to the hilt.

“You seemed a little stressed.”

I ignored her. I needed to concentrate, or this would be the shortest sex session of my life.

Brook had come back from shopping and wanted to show me what she bought. I played the dutiful boyfriend and acted like I was interested. That all changed when she came out in a matching bra-and-panty set. Someone had gone to Victoria’s Secret.

Mr. Happy had taken control of the body, and I’d grabbed Brook’s hips when she came within reach. I’d simply released my member, pushed her panties aside, and found hotness, nirvana, bliss, and every other pleasurable term that had ever been uttered. I suspect that had been Brook’s plan all along because she didn’t object. She leaned back against my chest and moaned with satisfaction.

“We have to stop double-dating with Cassidy.”

I wished she would stop talking. I was busy doing my math homework in my head to keep from exploding. She’d talked me into not using condoms since we were in a committed relationship, which meant I could feel everything.

Brook planted her feet on my knees so she could get leverage and began to move up and down my sensitive member. I was about to erupt way too soon, so I reached around and began to rub her sex vigorously with four fingers to help her get there with me.

She screeched into my ear and about knocked me out when her head slammed into my chin. One of her feet slipped off my knee, and she slammed down, taking the last bit I had to offer. I felt her inner hotness begin to throb, which was more than I could take. I felt the dam break as I had my release.

“That didn’t take long,” my mom said from the top of the stairs.

I looked over at Mom and Ava taking in the show. Ava’s mouth hung open, and my mom looked amused.

“Out!” I bellowed.

Brook took that opportunity to jump off my lap and run into my bedroom. Mr. Happy waved at everyone, and I stuffed him into my pants. Ava’s eyes were locked onto my crotch. I took it that I wasn’t getting them to leave, so I left to find Brook.

When I cleared the bedroom door and shut it behind me, she tackled me and almost knocked me down. Once I recovered, I pulled her into my arms and just held her as she shook.

“I’m so screwed,” Brook said into my chest.

“I think your mom wants to do naughty things to me.”

That earned me a punch and got her giggling.

“Do you think it would get us out of trouble?” she asked.

“I see how it is. If it benefits you, you’ll pimp out your boyfriend,” I said in mock horror.

She didn’t even hesitate.

“Yep. That’s part of having a girlfriend. You do whatever she tells you to.”

“Okay, Miss Bossy. What do you want me to do?”

“Go find out how much trouble we’re in.”

I predicted none, but I’d had a girl’s father punch me, so I would do this cautiously.

I came back out and found my mom making tea. Ava’s face flushed a deep red when she saw me. She’d been perving on me ever since our vacation in the Caribbean. Mom saw me.

“Sorry about that. I figured it would take longer for you two to be doing anything like that. I guess I forgot what teenage love is all about. Now that I think about it, I should’ve used the intercom,” Mom admitted.

At that point, I pulled a Dawson and just shut up until I knew whether this was just a ploy before she pounced. I’d fallen for the false sense of security act before. Ava seemed more confused than I was.

“Brook! We’re having tea. Please join us,” Mom called out.

Brook stuck her head out of the door, and I gave her a little shrug. She came out, having changed back into her clothes, and sat on my knee as Mom and Ava took the couch. Mom served tea and cookies like everything was normal.

“Do we need to talk about what we walked in on?” Mom asked and looked directly at Ava.

“I hate to admit this, but I doubt David was her first. I was sixteen when I became sexually active. They’re both eighteen and seem to like each other. That was better than what my experience was,” Ava confessed.

“My first played baseball and was kind of a jerk. He ended up getting a minor league baseball contract and left me so he could go follow his dream,” Mom shared.

“I sometimes wonder whatever happened to Bancroft,” Ava said.

“Steve actually lives in town and has two boys David and Greg’s age,” Mom said.

My mind came to a screeching halt. It wasn’t bad enough that our moms were sharing their sexual history with us, but I put together who she was talking about.

“Steve Herndon?” I asked, praying that Luke and Mike’s dad wasn’t the one.

She just nodded, and I decided I’d just died a little.

“Bancroft? Surely that was his last name,” Brook said.