As evening fell — I grew more disgusted and pissed and horny. My parents’ house was quiet and empty and it should have been filled with my moans and the smell of sperm and wet pussy while we fucked our young brains out. I thought about retiring to my room and playing with myself — there was a bowl of cucumbers on the kitchen counter that would have been perfect for the role, but I was too pissed off to succumb to my needs. Jonny’s goddamn ‘family obligations’ occupied my every thought.
Finally, I decided to end the damn mystery and go over there and find out what the hell was going on. I stripped off my school clothes and got dressed in black sweat pants and sweat shirt and tying my long blonde hair into a ponytail, I donned a black baseball cap. Looking in the mirror, I looked like some teenage commando/bimbo. All I was lacking was that black stuff on my face.
I got Mom’s car out and drove down the dark streets until I was maybe a block from my boyfriend’s house. I parked, locked up, leaving my purse behind and tucking my keys into a small black fanny pack I used whenever I went jogging with Daddy.
It was maybe going on ten o’clock as I was slipping down the street where Jonny lived. Stealthily, I slipped into his neighbor’s back yard and worked my way towards Jonny’s house. Their back yard was surrounded by a ten foot tall privacy fence. Nikki — Mrs. Hollister liked her privacy when she did her sunbathing in the backyard. I made my way to the fence gate and quietly unlatched it. I slipped through the entrance, my heart beating wildly and forcing myself to not giggle. I felt a bit of a thrill go through me at the thought that I was peeking on my boyfriend like some pervert. It’s the same thrill one gets rolling yards…something Jonny and I had done to poor Mrs. Kelton — our perpetually befuddled Calculus instructor just a week ago. Lord, the toilet paper looked so awful strung up in her trees.
There was light shining through the sliding doors that led from the deck to the kitchen area. I was pretty sure if I went to the far left side of the doors — I could see into the living room. Finally, I felt, I would get a handle on Jonny’s damned ‘family obligations.’
The light made it easy to wind my way through the clutter of their backyard patio and the deck — lawn chairs, a rolled up garden hose on wheels, the gas grill that was the pride and joy of Jonny’s father. Softly I crept up the steps of the deck, pausing whenever the boards creaked. I eased into the shadows at the edge of the sliding glass doors and slowly knelt down. There were lights on in the kitchen and in the living room. From outside my vision was a bright glare that I was sure was from the big screen television they kept in there.
Someone moved out of the kitchen past me and I ducked back, momentarily surprised, then moved to see who it was and got a bigger surprise. It was Jonny’s mother, Nikki and aside from some stiletto high heels, she was completely naked! I watched her backside, her butt cheeks firm and tight swaying as she walked into the carpeted living room — the high heels helping define and draw attention to her shapely calves. She had a goblet of what I guessed was white wine in her hands.