Liv's Texan Experience - Sex Stories

Liv's Texan Experience

... the trees swaying, and I felt so at peace—more than I've ever felt in a while. Even though I would never come back to live here for various reasons, I had come to enjoy the peace this place brought me. And just like that, I fell asleep.

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I woke up startled by a text from Mom asking for help to get downstairs; I had slept more than I intended. I jumped from the rocking chair and quickly headed upstairs to help Mom.

"Took you a while," she said as soon as I opened her bedroom door.

"Sorry, I blacked out," I said, already helping her out of bed.

"You better hurry, dear. It's almost time for you and Ashley to head to Grace's house. You asked her to show up here at 8:30 PM so you could go together, remember?" Mom said, sounding worried. She was the type that hated being late, so she always insisted on me also never being late to anything.

"I know, Mom. I won't be late. I just have to help you downstairs, get dinner ready, bring the clothes that were drying inside, take a shower, dress up, and do my hair and makeup," I said, counting all the tasks on my fingers.

Mom's eyes widened at my long list of to-dos. "That's a lot, Olivia. You won't make it!"

"Don't worry; I got this," I said, giving her a reassuring smile. "Wanna bet?"

Then the worry in her eyes turned into excitement; we loved betting—it was our thing.

"Fifty bucks that you can't make it without being late!" she said confidently.

"Deal," I answered, and we shook hands.

Once I ...

... helped Mom set up in her armchair, I ran to the kitchen to make the mac and cheese she insisted on having for dinner. While the pasta was boiling, I grabbed a basket and quickly retrieved the clothes from the clothesline as fast as humanly possible. When I returned, the pasta was almost done, so I prepared the sauce, mixed it with the cheese and the pasta, put it on a plate, and served Mom the quickest mac and cheese of my life.

"You little bitch," she said, stunned by how fast I could be when I wanted to.

"You already owe me fifty bucks," I said, laughing and running upstairs.

"Not yet I don't!" I heard her yelling from downstairs.

I rushed to the shower and thanked my past self for shaving in the morning because there was absolutely no way I would have time to do it now. I took a quick shower, but I still wanted to smell good and be clean for tonight. So, even though it was quick, it was also longer than I wanted it to be.

After the shower came the trickiest part. I couldn't rush my makeup and hair; I had to look perfect, and that took time and effort. So, I decided to forget my time limit for a bit and focus on the task at hand. I carefully applied my makeup with smoky eyes, a knife-sharp eyeliner, and stunning red lips. Then, I blow-dried and styled my hair to perfection. It had taken a while, but it was quicker than I expected.

"You're going to lose, Mom!" I yelled from my room, feeling euphoric with the success of the hair and makeup.

The only thing left ...