“Parking isn’t really a problem, but if it will make you feel better, there’s a Publix a few miles away.” She thought about it for a few moments. “Perfect, it’s settled!”
It is? Time to roll with it, Dean. Just let it happen. “Okay.” I considered the plan before turning to her and asking, “May I get dressed, now?”
She pretended to think about it before granting me permission, and hopped up off me. “Oo, let me pick out your clothes!” Without waiting for my response, she bolted to my bedroom.
I followed her at a leisurely pace to find her rifling through the clothes hanging in my closet. “This is all dress. Where’s your casual stuff?”
“In the dresser.” I smiled as I watched her youthful motions. She moved so quickly. I couldn’t recall ever having that much energy, even when I’d been her age. She had energy to spare. I couldn’t tell if her youthfulness made me feel younger, or just that much older.
She picked out a henley and some cargo shorts, and tossed them on the bed before asking, “Do you wear sandals?”
I laughed and said, “Yes, but Kim has them.” Ashley smiled at me “Is she bringing them?”
She kept smiling at me, and said, “I don’t know. Maybe? I’ll get you some socks, just in case.”
“And underwear is in the bottom drawer, no pun intended.” I’d waited to use that line for years.
She had to think about what I’d said before starting to laugh. “Oh, that’s a good one.”
“Yeah, I thought so.” I was proud.
“You won’t need them,” she said, matter-of-factly.
“Actually, I swam before work yesterday, and my swim trunks never made it out of the trunk of the car to dry, so I will need some underwear to swim in.”
She just looked at me silently, waiting for me to put two and two together. Finally, it sank in, “Or, I guess I won’t, then?”
She shook her head. Then, a few moments later, she added, “In fact, I don’t think I like you wearing underwear at all. Ever. Okay?” She then opened the bottom drawer, scooped up all my underwear into one armful, picked up the pair she had thrown to the floor earlier, and strutted past me into the hallway.
I followed close behind. “What are you doing?”
“You don’t need them anymore, so I’m throwing them away,” as she headed for the garbage can.
“But…?” It was a feeble attempt at a protest, but enough of one to get her attention.
She stopped over the can and looked at me, “But what?”
Pick your battles, man. Pick your battles. “Nothing. Nevermind.” So much for the bottom drawer line.
“Yay,” she exclaimed, and into the can they went. I determined that she did, in fact, intend for our situation to continue. Without missing a beat, she zoomed past me again back to the bedroom, and her faithful puppy followed her again.
When I arrived, she had socks in hand, and was tossing them onto my shirt. “There you go.” As I started to move to the bed to dress, she blocked my way, standing on her toes and resting her forearms on my chest with her hands on my shoulders, looking up at me appreciatively. I put my arms around her and tried desperately not to get an erection as I leaned in to kiss her, and there was a knock on the door.
Ashley’s eyes shot open as she yelled, “Kim!” Ashley ran from the room, leaving me to ponder whether I was supposed to get dressed now or not. Deciding to err on the side of caution, I walked naked into the living room to greet Kim.
Upon finding a barely clothed Kim hugging naked Ashley tightly in their greeting, I wished I’d had something to hide my rapidly inflating manhood. They hugged for a few seconds as if they hadn’t seen each other in years, then kissed briefly on the lips. Oh yeah, today’s gonna be hard. I laughed quietly at my internal double entendre.
They parted, and Kim gazed at me with the most brilliant blue eyes, scanning me up and down before settling on my face. I was dumbfounded by her beauty. Kim was tall; six feet, maybe better. She didn’t look awkward, though. In fact, she looked downright stunning. She was almost as toned as Ashley, but with larger breasts, which suited her longer frame. Medium tan skin graced her natural, round face. I tried in vain not to stare as her lips parted.
“Damn, Dean, close your mouth. Don’t you own any other clothes, or do I have them all?”
I composed myself, and raised a hand in greeting. “Hi, Kim. Nice to see you again, too.” Ashley laughed. “Actually, Ashley said she liked me like this, so…”
Kim looked down at Ashley.
Ashley confirmed, “Yep. I want to have the option to press his flesh whenever I want.”
“Oo, you dirty girl.”
Ashley looked up at her friend proudly. “You know it.” They both laughed, and I was trying to get the joke.
I was eager to start moving forward with my day. “So, what are we doing?”
Kim seconded the question.
Ashley piped up. “We’re going swimming at your place,” she said happily.”
Kim approved. “Great idea. Oh, here are your clothes.”
I moved forward to accept them before realizing she had been talking to Ashley, and was surprisingly disappointed. I asked Ashley, “May I get dressed now?”
Making a show of it in front of her friend, “You may.”
As I turned to the hallway, I heard Kim. “Damn, girl! WhoopSHSHSH.” One hasn’t really lived until one has been shamed in the nude by not one, but two sixteen-year-old girls.
I dressed silently and returned to the living room to find Ashley in a pair of cutoff denim shorts matching Kim’s, a white tank top, and sneakers. She hadn’t bothered with a bra, and my loins stirred again. it was then that it occurred to me that if I was going to be stimulated on and off like this all the time, I was going to be leaking all over the inside of my pants, which would soak through quite visibly to the outside, and I had to shake my head. Fortunately, my gesture went unnoticed.
As I was putting on my shoes, I remembered the felony on my desk, and asked Ashley, “Is it alright if I erase those pictures on my computer?”
With genuine disappointment, “Why would you want to do that?”
“Oh, cos they’re a little illegal?” I was trying to be light hearted about it.
“Oh, Dean. We won’t tell if you won’t tell. Will we, Kim?”
“Nope.” I could hear the smirk in her word.
Realizing I had lost, “Okay.” I imagined Ashley and Kim sharing a knowing look behind me before standing up and turning to them. “Ready?”
Ashley said, “Ready.”
I grabbed the keys from the bureau, and we were off.
XIII. After hanging my soaking swim trunks on the porch rail to dry, we were off. Ashley rode with Kim, and I followed them. I was grateful for the alone time, and I used it to think about absolutely nothing, and to drum my fingers against the steering wheel to Depeche Mode. It was only a ten minute drive, but it was my ten minutes.
I followed her into the Shopping center parking lot where I would be leaving my car. I wanted to make the transition quick, so as not to be easily identifiable in a lineup, but Ashley yelled out her window at me to get my bag from the trunk. When I looked at her in astonishment with my mouth hanging open, she added, “Just in case.”
I started practicing my speech in my head. “Hi. I’m Dean McCann. I’m a sex offender.”