Midnight swim

At 16 Kyle was told many, many times, on many, many occasions that he wasn't in love. "You're too young!" "You haven't been with her long enough" and all that. 'They don't know shit!' He would think. Happy as can be until he got a hard slap in the face from reality.

The people knew shit. And it was the shit he didn't want them to be right about.

Just a week ago he was so positive and happy, seemingly indestructable. Then when he decided to go to Lynn's house early ((Ex) girlfriend), he saw her riding Leon. He had seen him around school, never really talked. But now he knew who the sonofabitch was.

"Goddamn it all to hell." Kyle muttered, sitting in his seat in his last class. He tilted his head and waited for the bell to ring. For the last 10 minutes they could read, free from homework, thankfully. 'It's been a hard fucking week. I'm just going to try to relax.'

He heard something drop against his desk. He lifted his head to see a folded piece of paper. Opening it he saw written: "We need to hang out." It was written in his friend's handwriting. Her name was Kate.

Babysitting a nympho

It was a cold Sunday night that night, around 7:30 pm in January, and Jay walked down his street to his neighbors’ house in a pair of jeans and t-shirt with his sweatshirt zipped all the way up and his hood on. He was supposed to babysit his daughter Ashley for the night while he went to Washington to take care of some business, and wouldn’t be back till the following afternoon.
“big screen tv, all the food I want, a nice place to sleep.” He thought as he watched the steam coming out of his mouth, “This is more of a privilege than a job.”
He got to the house, and Ashley came to the door instead. Jay felt a little weird getting attracted to this slightly brown eleven-year-old, but he couldn’t blame himself. She was very mature for her age. She had back-length black hair, deep brown eyes, was just about as tall as he was, being about 5’5”, with a nice body devoid of fat from playing softball, and a very mature rack for her age, almost coming to a C-cup. She smiled at him as he looked taken aback by her beauty standing in the doorway in a semi-see-through white nightgown. He could clearly see her underwear through the nightie, sporting a skimpy pair of green underwear and a light matching bra. He couldn’t understand why she dressed so lightly on such a cold night, and he noticed how cold she must have been when he saw two small bumps rising from her bra, her hard little nipples making their mark against it. He barely suppressed a “wow” as she invited him in with an almost seductive smile. Had she noticed him ogling her beautiful body? he pushed the thought from his head as her father greeted him quickly, and in a hurry.
“Hey, Jay, how ya doin?” he didn’t wait for Jay to answer, as he pulled on his coat. “anyway, unfortunately the heater’s broken, but the blanket in my room is very warm so if you get cold, you know what to do. Ashley, do what Jay says, I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon. Give me a call if you have any questions, and I gotta run. Be good.” He yelled as he drove away a little faster than he thought he should have.

Kissing cousins

Sarah sighed as she slipped into the shower after a tiring day. She turned the spray on as hot as she could stand it and enjoyed the feeling of the water as it cascaded down her naked flesh. She sighed. When she had accepted the offer of a temporary reassignment to her nursing home’s “hospice care” department, she had expected it to be a relatively easy job. After-all, taking care of just one patient as opposed to half a dozen seemed like a good trade off. It hadn’t taken long to learn otherwise. The 83 year old lady she was caring for was a great-aunt, and it was her grand-daughter (Katie) who had asked for Sarah to take care of her while Katie was out of town for a month. The “sweet” old woman from family get-togethers had proven to be more demanding than all but the worst of her usual patients… She had Sarah as a captive care-taker 24/7, and made use of that fact to keep her running ragged through most of the day. The only real breaks Sarah had were when her great-aunt was asleep, and fortunately she had meds to insure that she slept through most nights.

Mom takes a ride

 Jean, his mother's younger sister, arrived at the house bright and early on Saturday morning.

"Hi squirt," she said. Rick didn't resent the slam it was a nickname she had given him when he was born. At the time, she was six and thought the name was cute. They had always been closer than most nephews and aunts, with a typical little girl thought process she felt it was her duty to help take care of him. "Hi Jean," his mother and he said in unison. "What's up?" his mother added.

"Don't you two remember, you promised to help me take some furniture out to the storage shed at Mom and Dad's farm. Didn't you have some too Terri?"

"Oh, I completely forgot, but it doesn't matter for it's all separated in the back bedroom." She turned to her son. "Can you help Rick?"

"Yeah," He said. "i've got nothing planned for the day. Tod's out of town and Jeff is sick in bed, so there's no one to hang out with."