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Jack Adventures Chapter 1 Leah

... though you had drown.” The chuckles subsided and I realized that Leah was not among the group. I glanced around and found her quickly. She had put the tee shirt back on but the still wet bikini showed through and she was sitting very close to Carl who kept glancing in my direction. It might have been my imagination but I though I saw a little bit of lust in his last glance. I turned my back on them and sat in the sun just out of the shade that everyone else was enjoying. The rest of the afternoon was spent in a blur. Carl drove Leah home so I spent the trip re-imagining the encounter with the most beautiful blond while haphazardly playing the eye spy game with Pepé. I didn’t see Leah again that weekend, she kept to her room on the phone with Carl or would disappear with him without anyone noticing. The sexual tension building inside me was more than I could stand, I was going to have to masturbate soon just so I didn’t explode. With that many people in the house it was hard to get enough time in the bathroom to do what had to be done much less enough time to rub one out. Monday, I retreated to the back yard looking for somewhere safe and my eyes fell upon the garage. It was just larger than a small barn and the door was cracked so I knew it wasn’t locked. I opened the door, entered and pushed it closed behind me. The dim light from the windows lit enough for me to see piles of junk, old toys haphazardly discarded, derelict cardboard boxes with things like Pepé’s 4 years ...

... written on it. I worked my way around the piles to the back scanning for open windows or any other potential cracks where I could be spotted. So intent on looking for cracks that I almost walked straight into Carl. “Watch it,” Carl said “Sorry, I didn’t think anyone was in here.” I said, with a slight irritation in my voice. That’s when I realized Leah was sitting directly across from him on an old washing machine. She was wearing a tight white tee shirt and a short white mini skirt with ruffles. Her hair was down and drape across her face. She almost blended in to the washer and the white curtains on the window behind her. “I though you two were out again.” I said. “We often hide in here. No one comes in here anymore and it gives us the privacy to talk about what we want.” Leah said in a mischievous whisper. “Usually we talk about good looking guys.” Carl said with a mischievous whisper of his own. “Lately it’s been you, Jack.” I grinned shyly and glanced at Leah, who had a wide smile across her face as she stared down at her own knees. “Ouch,” Carl yelped as Leah’s food contacted his knee. “What little miss shy here is trying to keep me from saying is that she really likes you and thinks your smoking hot.” Carl dodges the second kick and continues. “Leah wants you so bad she can’t hardly stand it,” his voice getting a little to loud for the conversation. He winked at me and then stood up reaching for a small bag he had beside his chair. “I’ll just leave you too alone, oh and ...