The Boomerang Kid

[Tx_Liquor]

Lance shut off the TV and got up to give Carmen a once over. It was clearly, this time, that his visual review of her was more for social reason than personal ones. He even added an approving nod.

"Come on. We'll take the truck since that doesn't look like a bike riding skirt." He grinned to show he was joking and grabbed the keys. Then opened, and held the door for Carmen. He did the same with the truck and let her pick the music on the 30 minute drive.

He didn't feel the need to talk, and comfortably drove until they go to "NuBurger", which seemed a bit more hipster than the kind of place Lance would be at, but once inside his beard, tattoos and total lack of needing to dress to impress seemed to fit right in. "So, you can pretty much get anything you want here except cow and their chicken is free range. I like to get the Wasabi Kobe Burger because I like to think - if a Samurai were eating a burger, this would be what he was eating."

He gestured to the menu, since he already knew his own order and said, "I'm buying. This is a business lunch, by the way so remind me to save the receipt." while waiting for Carmen to decide he checked his phone, smiled at the playful response from Gerry and started to type back his own.

 

[grdybiwife]

Carmen was all sorts of nervous on the ride over. The silence was almost deafening even despite the music. He's just being nice. He's just being nice. she chanted to herself over and over again as she drummed her manicured fingernails along the window sill. But again the smell of charred meat put her mind at ease. Then his comment about this being a business lunch made her feel even more relaxed. She wasn't sure if that were a good thing but at least her palms had stopped sweating.

"I'll have the ostrich burger with everything on it...and waffle fries with that bacon bit topping...and a chocolate shake," she said when it was her turn to order, then followed behind Lance as he made his way to the pickup window. She made it a point not to stand to close to him, else people get the wrong idea. Carmen had spotted a table of guys as they came, one of whom did an awesome double take as she passed. There was an open table close by and when their order was up Carmen made her way casually to it, making sure to pass him on her way. She also sat facing him and gave him a little smile as their eyes met. Completely out of character for her but she thought today was the beginning of her trying something new. Even if she didn't get a date out of it, or even his name, she considered it a triumph.

 

[Tx_Liquor]

Lance sat, facing Carmen and must have noticed her eye contact. He glanced over his shoulder then back to her. "You could do better." he said off-handed.

"So, I have a project that I want to pay you for. It kind of goes along with your degree, but I don't know how much it would cost so you tell me." He made sure she wasn't flirting with the guy over his shoulder before continuing, "I want you to research the vehicle we're working on. Find out who owned it and so on. I'd like to be able to give Twelve Gauge more than just a good looking car. If it belonged to someone famous or just someone locally important that would be good. Hell, even if we found out it was stolen at one time - it's not like we have the pinks on it. Is that something you think you can do?"

He was watching her now, his eye not wavering from Carmen as he seemed to hope and almost pray she could do this for him. It seemed important, for reasons unknown. While she thought it over he blatantly reached over and took one of her bacon topped waffle fries.

 

[grdybiwife]

"Yeah...I could try," she said with a smirk as she watched him steal her fries. She couldn't complain since he was buying. Carmen took a long sip of her milkshake and glanced over at the guy who was quickly averting his eyes. She was certain he was getting the wrong idea about what she and Lance were up to but who could blame him. Carmen had a sneaky suspicion that Lance wouldn't explain their situation to that guy even if he came over to the table and asked. That "You could do better" didn't have the dad ring to it like his advice from the night before but then again it could have been her imagination.

"If the VIN is still intact I could go as far as it takes me. I could probably go a little further but I won't make any promises. I'd have to see it first. Car that old is bound to have had some work done it, I'd need to know your best guess as to what and maybe how long any changes were made. Nothing like brakes or anything like that. Major stuff. Paint. Engine. Interior. Anything that might alter it's appearance or the way it ran," she said all the while holding his gaze. At some point in her diatribe the journalist switch flipped in her brain and that made her smile a little. Also kept her eyes off the guy sitting behind Lance, when she looked over at the table it was empty but it didn't really matter to her. "I honestly have no idea what to charge you. What would you pay whoever would do this kind of thing at your shop?"

 

[Tx_Liquor]

"That's the thing. No one in my shop would even know how to do this. I don't know if I should let you charge me by the hour or just one lump sum. Honestly, tell me what's fair and then jump on it as hard as you want." His eyes shifted away as if he was thinking about the last words he said.

It seemed he decided to ignore the last words and added, "Well, let me see." he went to his phone and spoke into it, clearly not good enough to know how to manually use a search engine. "Hey, Google? How much does an investigative journalist make an hour?" He looked over the results and winced. "Good, God!" He put away his phone. "How about I keep paying you $25 an hour." He said with a grin.

He assumed Carmen knew that most starting Journalists made about $18 an hour or were paid per word so his offer as fairly generous. He decided to add, "Think of it as more than just a normal job. This is a presentation I'm asking for. Something I hope to impress Twelve Gauge with. I'd really like him to bring me more cars. As for the modifications? Well, the best person for that is Diego. He's in charge of removing everything that's not original to the vehicle or would cost too much to repair. If you want, I could take you to the shop later."

 

[grdybiwife]

"Give me $20...that's more than fair," she said honestly, since she wasn't sure exactly how much she could find out. Carmen didn't want to start out their relationship with Lance thinking she might have swindled him if this didn't go as well as he planned. "If you think I deserve it you can give me that extra 5 on the back end. I'm sure you're good for it," she said before she thought how it might sound but Carmen didn't stay on the topic long enough to let it sink in.

"Yeah that would be good. I could take some pics with my phone so I have a reference when I'm working on it. How long do I have?"

 

[Tx_Liquor]

Lance didn't answer right away, mid way through his burger, but when he did answer he said, "I told Twelve Gauge 3 months. It's plenty of time... or, so I'd hope." He really wasn't sure how any of this worked. "Just log your hours and in the end I'll decide if you're worth the extra. From what I've seen so far, I'm comfortable. But, yes, we'll swing by tonight so you can take pictures and what not. I'd say we could do it before closing time but there are insurance hazards with you on the shop floor during normal business hours."

He went back to eating for a moment then asked, "Why journalism? I mean, you seem to have the skills for being a private investigator. I guess I don't know what a journalist does other than publishing rumors or scandals. No offence!" He added the lat part quickly, as if realizing he might be offending her somehow.

 

[grdybiwife]

"You confuse journalist with paparazzi," she said with a smirk. "Don't worry I won't hold it against you, it's a common enough occurrence that I've stopped being offended by it. To be honest though, only difference between a reporter and a PI is the PI doesn't want to be seen. Both dig up dirt that will likely ruin someone's life, deserving or not...Like right now if it were another woman sitting at this table with you, I might come to the same conclusion as a PI and start snapping away. Only difference would be where those pictures might end up, in a manila envelope on my mother's desk or somewhere in the newspaper. More likely the internet these days but still, same end different means."

Carmen raised an eyebrow and took a sip of her milkshake, already done with her burger. "I'm only teasing you know," she said as she dipped a fry in her shake and gave it a stir before she popped it into her mouth. A little chocolate goodness dribble onto her lips and chin on its was in and she swiped it away with her thumb then licked it clean. "You got jokes, well so do I," she added with a smirk.

 

[Tx_Liquor]

Lance smiled, turning Carmen's words over. "So what I'm hearing is that you could easily be a PI if you wanted to. But I guess there is something more rewarding at the end of the day for getting paid to expose corruption as opposed to exposing a cheating spouse."

Lance looked around, trying to see their table from someone else's eyes. "Yeah, I can see where people might think we're here together. In the, biblical sense. I mean, I don't look THAT much older than you... do I?" He asked as if daring her to give a smart ass answer.

Finishing his burger he polished off the rest of his soda and checked the time. The shop would just now be hitting the early post work people who needed oil changes and inspections. "Do you play pool or shoot darts? I figure after good food I should show you a good bar. This place has live music, local band of all types. Except Thursdays. That's when the book-types show up. Readings. Slam Poetry. Book tours." He got up adding, "If your'e into any of that stuff."

 

[grdybiwife]

"Hey I'm a book type," she said only pretending to be offended. Carmen assumed he probably knew that already though. "I try not to be too pretentious about it though...I hear I don't often succeed," she added with a laugh that didn't exactly meet her eyes. She didn't want to be that girl anymore though. She worked twice as hard as everybody else all her life and look where it got her. Jobless and back at her mother's house. All work and no play made Carmen a very dull girl. She thought she might try it the other way around and see how that worked out for her. Well not exactly no work, Lance had given her a little purpose.

"Sure we could hit that bar," she said with a smile at Lance. "You could teach me how to shoot pool."

 

[Tx_Liquor]

"I figured you were a book type. That's why I mentioned it." He gestured, indicating they were done and headed back to the truck. As they drove he pointed out a few places, like the super huge, two story, Half-Price book store. He pointed out a good place to get Sushi, and another place to go if she wanted to find something close to a mall in this town.

Finally they ended up at Molly's Irish Pub. It was larger than one might assume, it had a small stage currently being used by a local band. Pool tables, dart boards, and over 100 Imports on Tap as well as a good selection of wines and hard liquor.

"Okay, what are you drinking?" he asked Carmen, giving the curvy woman behind the bar and smile and a nod. She smiled, nodded back and went straight for the Jameson Black Barrel and poured 3 fingers into a glass.

"What can I get you, hon?" The woman asked Carmen with the tone would give if she were a also a guy. To this woman it really didn't seem to matter.

 

[grdybiwife]

Carmen smiled at the bartender and took a moment think on what she might have and decided to order something she'd only ever had once. But she was a freshman then and she didn't think she needed to worry about anybody getting handsy at the end of the night. She glanced at Lance, then back at the bartender. "A long island please, and don't be shy...my new step-dad's trying to win me over," she said with a smirk as she threw her arm around his neck and gave him it a squeeze. All the bottles she grabbed came from the top shelf and within a few moments a tall glass was slid across the bar to settle in front of Carmen. She waved away the garnish and took a long sip, working the straw into her mouth with just her tongue. "Mmm that's delicious. Make me a regular girl," she told the bartender with a wink. Carmen wasn't exactly into women but she could appreciate the curves of another.

They talked a little as they drank. Carmen filled Lance in on what her childhood was like and gave him the briefest synopsis of her college career. There was nothing too exciting about the latter. She wasn't a party girl and only ever skipped class when she was ill. No high jinks. No sorority girl shenanigans. A typical Friday night was Carmen in the library working on extra credit and most Saturday's were for her work with the paper. Not much else.

"So needless to say I didn't spend much time in places like this and I damn sure never learned any of the cool drinking games the kids are playing these days," she said with a shrug as she bobbed her head to the music. By now she was on her second drink, but given the size of the meal they just had she would probably have another. "What's say you show me what you got," Carmen said with a nod at the pool tables.

 

[Tx_Liquor]

When Carmen throw her arm around Lance he just smiled at the barkeep and smiled, "Kids. They grow up so fast." The woman smiled and Lance explained, "Karen's been here for years. She knows what I like and usually serves me and opens a tab before I've put a card on the counter. Be careful, or she might just assume that's going to be your usual from now on."

He was more than happy to take Carmen to the pool table. "Karen. You got a table open?" The busty woman nodded, and handed Lance a large brief case and a tray of pool balls. Lance took both to a table and said, "Okay. Rule number one - never bet with a man who bring his own pool cue." He smiled and opened the case. In it was a black and red pool cue that he started to put together like he was a sniper in an action movie.

"Here. Hold my stick." he said, without even thinking about how that might sound. He looked from Carmen to the generic looking cues on a rack and seemed to examine each one. Finally he picked one, rolled it across the table and put it back. Selecting another one he rolled it again, satisfied with this one and gave it to Carmen. "I'm going to start you with a heavier stick until you learn to put more power behind your strokes." Again it was as if he had no idea anything he was saying could be an innuendo.

"Rule Number Two? Know how to Rack." He showed Carmen how to alternate the stripes and solids, where to put the 1 Ball and the 8 Ball. "Now, you're going to play this entire game by yourself. Ready?"

He started off showing Carmen how to break. At one point he had her lean over the table and got behind her. He wasn't aware that his crotch was gently brushing her rear. He leaned over and touched her elbow while speaking into her ear with warm and vibrating words. "You don't need much, just know where to tip is going. Now, aim low and line it up... then Thrust. Go ahead." He stepped back, eyes falling to Carmen's well formed rear for a moment then quickly back to the game.

 

[grdybiwife]

He's just being nice...He's just being nice...

It was becoming her mantra for the day. Carmen knew it was true. Lance loved her mother and even he had called this a business lunch. Sure they were done eating but that didn't mean that now he was doing anything other than trying to show her a good time in her new hometown. He probably didn't even realize all the talk of holding his stick and learning to stroke was getting her a little warm between her thighs. His showing her how to shoot was exactly that, he probably didn't notice how his cock brushed against her ass or the shiver that came to her as he spoke into her ear. And that cologne. It filled her nostrils, sandalwood, musk and something else. Him. She was sure of it and it made her knees a little weak. She tried to shake it off when she heard him say she'd be playing by herself.

"Like to watch do you," she said with a smirk as she lean over the table to line up her first shot. Carmen repeated his instructions quietly as she drew back the stick, completely unaware of the fact that her ass hung out of the bottom of her skirt. She missed the first attempt, her cue just glancing the side of the cue ball. But despite her usual self she laughed as she reached to grab it as it rolled slowly towards the side pocket.

Her second attempt was much better and it only took her about 12 strokes to get the hang of the angles. Finesse would take more time but it didn't take her nearly as long to clear the table as she initially thought. Emboldened by her drink, she hopped up onto the table edge and slipped the stick behind her to take her last shot. It was an easy one, she even called it but of course with her showing off it didn't go the way she planned. Carmen put a little to much English on it as she struck the cue ball low, sending it bouncing off the side of the table.

"Serves me right for trying to get fancy with it," Carmen joked as she made her way around the table to retrieve the ball. She had to chase it a little in its roll about a foot or so, all the while bent at the waist.

 

[Tx_Liquor]

"Like to watch do you,"
"Oh, trust me, I like to play more than I like to watch." He grinned at her, a pang of guilt hitting his gut so he decided to text his wife about how much he missed her during some of Carmen's shot. That's not to say he always texted during her shots. She was, after all, wearing a skirt and he was a man who'd had a few drinks. Every now and again he couldn't help but try to take a quick picture of Carmen bent over the table.

He didn't avoid letting her know he was taking pictures, when she sat on the table he intentionally had her stop so he could take a good photo of Carmen to send to Gerry along with the text:
I'm turning your daughter into a pool shark. You can thank me later.

"It's okay, no risk no reward." He ordered her another drink as her reward. He reset the shot and had her do it again. This time, however, he helped line up the shot. He moved to wrap his arms around her, almost in a hug, as he positioned her arms. His breath was hot on her neck as he explained, "Move your arm a few times. Watch the tip as it slides between your fingers. If you feel any resistance you should chalk up. You want it smooth and easy. This shot isn't about power. It's about accuracy." He leaned back, pausing when their faces were just inches apart, then 9 hear beats later he backed away. "Remember." he said, turning to grab his drink and adjust his pants, "Accuracy. Not power. Smooth. Not strong." He turned to watch her, finishing one drink and moving to another.

 

[grdybiwife]

He was not just being nice. Carmen was certain of it now but she chalked it up to booze and the good time they were having. He was a man and she was a woman, even the most platonic of relationships have their fair share of sexual tension. It didn't mean that anything would come of the subtle flirting that began.

But then when he reset her shot and moved to help her. The way he stepped so confidently between her legs. His strong arms sliding easily around her to help her adjust the grip. His breath on her neck as he instructed her, his voice quiet yet commanding. And he smelled soooo fucking delicious Carmen wanted to lick him. When he hesistated, she swore he might kiss her and damn it if she didn't close her eyes and tip her head up. This is your MOTHER'S husband. YOUR STEP-FATHER! a little voice in her head screamed but she ignored it. So wrapped up in the moisture building in her boyshorts, Carmen was beyond rational thought.

Then she felt him move away and open her eyes just in time to catch his retreating back. And the not so subtle adjustment he made to his jeans. This was a bad idea. She knew it.

"Accuracy. Not power. Smooth. Not strong."

Carmen did as he instructed. Took her time lining up the shot. She tapped the cue ball ever so slightly and froze as she watched it strike the eight ball, pushing it directly for the pocket she intended. She squealed as it banked off the rail and bounced into the pocket. Before she could stop herself Carmen threw her arms around Lance's neck and gave him a big wet kiss on the cheek.

"I made it...I made it," she shouted.

 

[Tx_Liquor]

"Yes!" Lance moved for a high five, then a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and held her against his chest for a few seconds longer than needed. "Good job." He said, his chest vibrating against her breasts...

Letting go and stepping back he looked at the time, "Come on. The shop will be closed right now. Let's go get your vin number and..." He clearly wanted to add more to that but ran out of things to say. "You did amazing. We should come back soon so you can practice without losing what you know." He put the balls back in the tray, dismantled his personal cue stick and then gave it all to the woman at the counter. She charged him for the use of the table and they were off again.

"You doing okay?" He asked, making sure he hadn't gotten his wife's little girl drunk. That's right, he thought She is your wife's little girl. He smile at Carmen as they drove, his eyes falling to her perky breasts and then back to the road. "Shop's just up here." he explained before pulling into the parking lot of a big warehouse of a building.

 

[grdybiwife]

"Yeah I'm just grrrrrreat," she said, hearing her own slur and laughing about it. Carmen was definitely drunk but she wasn't so wasted not to notice Lance's sidelong glances. "Just because I didn't party don't mean I didn't drink...or other stuff," she said with a smirk as she lean back and almost put her feet up on the dashboard. If she were wearing shorts she would have. If it wasn't her mother's husband in the driver's seat she would have but she thought it better not to show him just how his presence was effecting her.

"This is fucking huge," she said as they pulled into the lot. It was way more than she pictured when her mother told her her new husband owned his own shop. Carmen gave a whistle to express just how impressed she was as he drove up to the front and parked. She followed him inside and he led her to the car in question. It was partially dismantled but she took out her phone anyway and started snapping pictures of all the important details. She leaned over the hood to find the VIN number, where it might be in a car made more recently but didn't see it. "Maybe I'm not looking in the right place but I can't find the number."

 

[Tx_Liquor]

Lance laughed a bit, when Carmen explained she wasn't sure where to find the Vin. He said, "Here." He gestured to an area that looked like part of dash board. She would have to leave over a place that looked like a wheel might go to take the photo.

"Oh, and here." He said, sitting in a bucket seat and pointing at a rusty car door with the window rolled down. It was this one that he took the most interest in. Watching Carmen lean over to take the photos needed. She looked soo much like a younger version of her mother and he missed Gerry soo badly.

He got up when she stood to and moved to check the pictures she'd just taken. He pretended he wanted to make sure she had everything, but he really just wanted to stand next to her. Breathe in her scent and feel her warmth next to him.

"Yep. You should have- everything..." He looked from the phone to Carmen, realizing he was still standing right next to her. He didn't pull away this time - almost as if daring her to move away.

But she didn't.

Lance moved his head, lining up for a kiss and still she didn't seem to move away. Does she want this? Do I? He moved in, pausing for a brief moment, and then giving in to kissing her. His lips meeting Carmen's in a shallow, tender kiss, that soon gave way to the desire that had been growing all day.

 

[grdybiwife]

She should have stopped him. She could have. Lance hesitated twice before he finally put his lips on hers but she let it happen. That little voice in her head sounded like the grown ups on Charlie Brown as he pressed his body against hers. Carmen was lost as his tongue pressed against her mouth, demanding entry. She felt herself being backed into the car with the force of his kiss and she offered very little resistance. If anything Carmen moved matters along, grabbing at the bottom of his t-shirt as she hop up on the rusty hood of the car. Once settled, Carmen brought her hand up to run trembling fingers through his beard as their tongues danced in his mouth. The friction of his jeans pressed against her already wet pussy as he grind his hips against her was driving her crazy.

But just as she went to grab at his belt, her phone rang. Bohemian Rhapsody.

Mama just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled the trigger now he's dead

Her mother's favorite song and she sung it to her often. It was some kind of lullaby but it instilled in her a certain appreciation for music so of course Carmen chose it as her mother's personal ringtone. The sound of it sobered her almost immediately and she wiggled herself of Lance's grasp to answer it.

"Hey Ma," she said trying to sound nonchalant as she turned her back to Lance. "Yeah we're just at the shop...Yeah he wanted to show me the car he's doing for Twelve Gauge...Did he really," she asked turning back to face him, her eyes narrowed. "No I promise no hustling. Trust me I'm not that good...Yeah it's been good...No I'm not just saying that because he's standing here. He's alright this guy...She says she loves you but you better not be getting her babygirl drunk and parading me around...Eww Mom I'm not repeating that...Ok...Wait, what? Two more days...Yeah it does suck...Ok I love you too...Ok I will...I said I will Ma jeez. I've been drunk since three I don't know how much more relaxed I can be," she said with a wink at Lance. "Ok I love you to, I'll call you tomorrow."

Carmen stared at her phone a moment before she looked back up at Lance shaking her head. She didn't know if she could take four whole days alone with him without doing something stupid. But she'd already kissed him.

 

[Tx_Liquor]

Lance was very focused on the car when Carmen looked at him. He glanced at her and took a breath, "Thanks. I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking..." He paused and turned to lean against part of the car.

"Carmen, I... I love your mother. I do. You remind me of all the best parts of her, and you're also your own woman. I want you to know I don't do things like - this. I'm not some guy who cheats on his wife. I... honestly? I don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking! I just wanted you to know that. And I'm sorry." He took a breath, as if relieved he'd gotten all that off his chest.

 

[grdybiwife]

Carmen smiled at Lance. It wasn’t exactly a happy one but a smile none the less. “Yeah I kinda figured as much,” she said softly, feeling even worse for how he felt. She could have stopped him, she should have. He was her mother’s husband but as Gerry’s daughter Carmen, she thought she held the most responsibility. “Don’t be sorry. Trust me, if I thought you were some kinda sleaze I wouldn’t be hanging out with you. I would have sniffed that out when I met you that first time. Things happen,” she offered with a shurg as she dropped her eyes, ashamed at losing control. “But we should definitely work a little harder at not letting that happen again. Deal?” Carmen stuck out her hand and he took it to shake. Even the feeling of his rough hands on her palm made her her walls clench and she quickly pulled her hand away.

It was a long quiet ride home and once they got there Carmen thought it best she stay as far away from Lance as possible until she sobered up. That meant locking herself in her room for the rest of the night. As she undressed, Carmen replayed the night's events in an attempt to find the points where she was at fault so she wouldn’t repeat them. Clad in her short linen nightgown, she flopped down on top of the blankets and tried desperately to sleep. After some tossing and turning, she convinced herself that it was simply because it was hot in her room. It wasn’t the room , the central air worked perfectly but she opened the window anyway. Carmen lay back down but every time she closed her eyes, she kept imagining him. Wondering what it might be like if he really touched her. Judging by the sounds he brought from her mother Carmen was sure that Lance was a man who knew well how to take care of a woman.

Her mind wandered back to the fantasy from earlier. Him behind her, bent over his bike. She was already soaked before her hand made it into her panties. This time though she made no pretenses about who's fingers she wished to be inside her. She bit down hard on her bottom lip to stifle her moans as she quickly worked herself to climax. Both hands worked in tandem. Her right batted her clit feverishly while her left middle and ring fingers twisted left to right inside her. Occasionally she spread them wide, stretching her walls as she imagined his cock would.

Lost in pleasure Carmen didn't realize how loud her moans had become. She gasped, calling out his name as she drew herself closer to climax. "Fuck me Lance," Carmen mumbled as she pounded her tight cunt. Her leg bent, heels dug into the mattress as she raised her hip to fuck her fingers. Eyes closed, head rolling back and forth. "Harder Lance... Make me cum... I want to squirt on your cock..."

 

[Tx_Liquor]

When the got home Lance grabbed something to drink and went to the master bedroom. He was trying to sort out what had happened with Carmen, and trying to decide what he should do next. Was he just missing his wife or was the connection with Carmen real.

He opened the door and went to the stairs, intent on asking Carmen if she wanted to to order something for dinner so they could sober up more. But the sounds coming from her room made him stop. It sounded like she was having sex with someone - but that wasn't possible.

Maybe it's not what I think. He told himself, and quietly climbed the steps and moved even closer. His erection strained against his pants as he neared the door. He could hear Carmen now, clearly masturbating like a woman possessed.

"Fuck me Lance,"

His brain shorted out for a moment, thinking she knew he was on the other side of the door. Then he realized she was just using him for her spank bank. The sounds of her ravaging herself was too much for Lance and he pulled his cock out, right there on the other side of her door. He didn't dare go in or stop her but he started to pump his shaft just as eagerly as it sounded like she was going on herself.

"Harder Lance... Make me cum... I want to squirt on your cock..."
Hearing this Lance almost lost his load. He started to move hard and faster on himself. He had to pull off his shirt just as he neared his own orgasm and use it to keep from spraying Carmen's door with cum. He gripped her door frame and felt his hot seed through the thing layers of his shirt.

Taking a few moments to catch his breath he listened at the door again, then quickly made his way to the stairs and back down. All the while he kept his shirt wrapped around his member not knowing what else to really do in this situation. Once back to the bedroom he cleaned up, put on new clothes and tried again.

At the foot of the stair he called up, "Hey, Carmen? You want to order some Chinese or a Pizza?"

 

[grdybiwife]

Carmen nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard him call her name. Her heart still pounded in her chest from the orgasm that rocked through her, and wet her sheets. Knees still drawn up keeping her nightgown in a bunch at her waist. It took her a moment to recognize what he'd said and another moment to decide whether or not it was a good idea to spend anymore alone time with Lance. She knew she couldn't stay in her room until her mom came back, that would only make things awkward. Carmen thought it best they work through this sooner than later.

"Pizza," she yelled down the stairs after she opened her door a crack. "Anything but pepperoni, pineapple, or anchovies is good with me." Carmen choose not to share that her favorite topping was sausage, thinking that might give Lance the wrong idea. Maybe not exactly wrong but an idea none the less. She slipped on a pair of little cotton shorts under her nightgown and made her way downstairs, heading immediately to the fridge for water. Carmen chugged down half a bottle before she said, "And we should probably stay away from the booze for the night." A little smirk came to her full lips as she looked at him and noticed his change in attire but she didn't mention it, just went to the couch and kicked her feet up on the coffee table.

 

[Tx_Liquor]

Lance looked wounded, "Stay away from booze? Shut your mouth." He smiled and grabbed a beer. "Fine, I won't drink anymore." He gave her a wink and opened it in a display that he was still going to do what we wanted but since he drank hard liquor the way most people drank soda, this was probably going to have little to no effect on him.

"Movie!" He exclaimed, going back to the couch. "Should we go lame Kevin James comedy or Action film from Asian?" It was clearly that Lance was trying to make sure there was zero sexual tension left in the room. Even romantic elements in a Kevin James movie were laughable and he wasn't expecting Carmen to get hot over seeing Asian men in fights scenes as opposed to someone like Jason Statham or Gerard Butler. Heck, she might have a thing for older men which took Liam Neeson movies off the table too.

Sitting he started looking through the real options available, trying not to be aware of Carmen's presence in the room. He didn't want to think about her long, bare, legs stretched out to the coffee table or her full lips as she put the water bottle to her mouth. He didn't even want to think about the way she had just sucked down all that water and what it might feel like if his-

"Stop me if you see something you'd like to watch." He said, quickly trying to think about the TV again.