Teenage Exploitation Sex Comedy: Chapter Twelve - Sex Stories

Teenage Exploitation Sex Comedy: Chapter Twelve

... Chamber of Commerce president banging someone from the Springfield Central Schools PTA. It was, as one might say, a day of days.

Allen was in his room playing R.B.I. Baseball on his Nintendo when his Mom got home from work. If she got home before his Dad, that usually meant his Dad was out with the fellas at a bar and might be skipping dinner. The phone rang in the bottom of the fifth inning of his video game. Allen let his mother answer it.

“Allen?” Suzanne said, knocking on his bedroom door. “Pick up the phone, one of your friends wants to talk to you.”

Allen continued playing Nintendo and put the receiver under his chin, against his left shoulder.

“Yeah?” Allen said.

“Mom and I are doing a barbecue out by the pool if you’d like to come over for dinner,” Makennah said sweetly. Allen paused the game and took the phone in his hand.

“Of course!” Allen said brightly. If he was a cartoon character, little cartoon hearts would have been popping over his head. “Can I bring anything?” Never mind how he would buy or make that, he just knew it was courteous to bring a side when your neighbor invites you to a barbecue.

“We’re having hamburgers and we already have chips and buns and everything, but …” Makennah said wryly, “you can bring your big hotdog just for me.”

“Can do!” Allen snickered, hanging up the phone.

Allen put his swimsuit back on, as well as his favorite Lakers jersey and flip-flops, and returned to the poolside behind Maria’s house. It was ...

... getting dark. Makennah had already started the grill, which glowed orange underneath the grates. The lights were on in the bottom of the pool. Soft dentist-office rock played from a set of speakers near the diving board. It was an incredibly chill scene, and Allen felt like the coolest guy in the world when Maria greeted him, kissed him on the cheek, and introduced him to Jillian, who was no slouch herself in the hotness department.

All four enjoyed a pitcher of sangria that Maria had stirred together and talked about how they’d come to know each other. There wasn’t any suggestive or provocative sex talk or anything. Everyone had already had enough for the day, it seemed, and the fun and spontaneous tone of the dinner lent the conversation to sharing personal stories and funny you-had-to-be-there anecdotes. Once the sun had completely descended, Allen was leaning back in his chair with Makennah’s head resting on his shoulder, and Maria and Jillian were holding hands.

“Well, I’m going to get the dishes started,” Maria said cheerfully after Allen finished an anecdote about a weird guy he met at Bakersfield Baseball Camp. Jillian followed her inside to help. Allen and Makennah stayed out by the pool. He was tracing his fingers through her billowy black mane of hair and making small talk, it looked like. Maria felt a wave of happiness that she hadn’t really felt before. She’d hooked her daughter up with someone really sweet. A good fuck, make no mistake, but a young man who ...