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Afternoon Delights

... would not be at home. On Sunday Mum packed her bag and Dad went to drop her off. Mum said as she left, “I’ll be back Wednesday, if you need anything call me.” I said, “Yes okay, I’ll be fine, say hi to Grandma.” I just hoped Kev didn't try and contact Mum before Tuesday. I hoped to be more than fine; I hoped to get laid and properly fucked. If Kev was fine for Mum, then Kev would be fine for me, until I could find a way to get Gary. I never did see Kev’s cock, but Mum seemed to enjoy it. I wanted to test it; I wanted to see if it could make me cum. I wanted his cock to make me cum. Monday I concentrated on my school work. It was difficult but I did manage to do something. But then on Tuesday I just could not wait until one o’clock. In the morning I shaved my pussy and took a long shower. I didn’t wear a bra; I never did out of school. I had nice firm tits, the kind that point upwards. I wore my red thong and a short skirt with a boob tube to show off my abs. It was midday and I was ready. I did not really want anything but I had a bite to eat. I drank some water. My mouth felt so dry, I drank more. I kept looking at the clock on the wall. My heart raced; I could feel it in my chest as it thumped away. I looked out of the window and then back at the clock. It was ten past one. I thought, ‘Shit, he’s not coming. Fuck. He must have contacted Mum and found out she’s not at home. Fuck it.’ I went into the kitchen and drank more water. I had just put the mug down and the doorbell ...

... rang. My heart stopped ‘Fuck,’ he’s here. I tried to keep calm as I walked to the door. I opened it and there was Kev. He looked surprised and he said, “Oh, hi Abby… err… you’re at home are you?” I opened the door wider and said, “Hi Kev, come in.” He stood there and asked, “Is… your dad… or your mum home?” I said, “No just me, I’m on study leave.” He just stood at the door and said, “Oh… never mind… I’ll come back later… some other day.” I knew if I had let him go then he would have rang my mum and found out that it was me who had answered his call a few days ago. I couldn’t let him leave. He turned halfway round, I said, “What did you want? Can I help?” He turned back and said, “No it’s okay. I’ll call your dad later.” I asked, “Did you have some tools to give him?” He looked confused and said, “What, what tools?” I said, “Never mind, it’s just that Mum said last week you had brought some tools round for Dad.” He turned back to go and said, “No, no tools. I’ll call him later.” I had to get him back; I couldn’t let him leave. He took a step away and I said, “I saw you.” He kept walking and I said a bit louder, “I saw you and Mum!” He froze, turned around and stepped back and said, “What! You saw what?” I said, “Come in and I’ll tell you.” Although there was a panicked look in his eyes, I could tell he did not believe me. He said, “No I’m not coming in. I don’t know what you saw or what you think you saw!” He stepped backwards, to go. I said, “Well let’s see what you make of ...