The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01

... to get her door key out.

She had no purse. She had no key. And the driveway didn't seem to have any cars in it.

Just to be on the safe side, she tried tugging on the front door a few times but there was no luck. She looked over her shoulder to see if anybody was coming by only to immediately regret it as she saw two boys mounted atop bicycles who'd come to a stop at the front of the driveway, their eyes wide.

"Come on, please!" Sylvia banged on the door a few times whispering under her breath for a response. Her mother usually got home around the same time that she did. But if the garage wasn't open, it'd mean she'd be waiting there naked for some time.

She heard some whispering from the boys behind her as she thought about what to do. She could try to jump the fence, but the odds that she'd make it over were low - she'd tried that before - and it wasn't as though the back door would be unlocked either.

"Lucas!" She thought. He was usually home before she was due to having his own car.

Sylvia shuddered at the thought of running down the street naked again, but it was far better than remaining a peep show for two adolescent boys for an unspecified amount of time.

She looked for something - anything - she could use as coverage from the front porch. There was a small pile of mail. Too small. A pot with a few flowers. Too heavy. Then she looked at the door and saw a faux-wooden wreath with 'WELCOME' written on the front.

It would have to do.

She ran ...

... down the driveway with the wreath over her front, held in place by one hand while the other went to her rear. The two boys looked at each other, then back at her. And as she walked past, she heard the sound of bike chains.

The boys rolled at an uneven pace just behind her. Occasionally one would ride in front of her, do a circle, then slowly ride back to check her out from the other side. Sylvia tried to walk as fast as she could with one bare foot, but that felt dreadfully slow compared to the machines upon which she was being stalked. She felt like a dying animal being circled by vultures.

"How come you only got one shoe on?" The tall skinny black boy asked.

"Because I lost the other one." She answered through her teeth.

"Hey, how come you're naked?" The shorter, fatter boy asked.

"Because I lost my clothes."

"How do you lose your clothes?"

She didn't answer that time.

"Do you get naked a lot?"

"..."

"What's written on your tummy?"

"Dude!" The tall boy scolded his friend. "She's a grown-up. You call it a stomach on a grown up."

"What's on your stomach?"

"Nothing." Sylvia groaned.

"Nuh-uh." The fat boy said. "It said 'Perty-O'."

"Who's that?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Is Pretty-O your boyfriend?"

She'd made it to Lucas's house by then and finally stumbled up his driveway faster than her shoes could take her. The boys followed partially up the lane leading to his house but stopped just past the sidewalk. She spun the wreath ...