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Thursday, September 9, 2010

My Spring Break

My Spring Break
By: Mr. Gamoo (mrmagoo1234@gmail.com)

This is my first go at writing so feedback is definitely appreciated, as is any ideas you have to improve future parts of the story, or new stories ideas in general. Enjoy!

"So, who can tell me what stalled and almost killed FDR's New Deal in 1938?"

As I pulled my eyes away from the clock to look at Mr. Androzi's face as his eyes scanned the room I could hear a collective groan from the entire class. I apparently wasn't the only one who had been slowly watching the seconds tick by.

Mr. Androzi searched the classroom with his eyes face unflinching until finally he threw up his hands and cracked a small smile. "Well it seems I have already lost too many of you to Spring Break. I know you are all overly anxious to get out of here for the week, and I am also not so for removed from your age group to realize that some of you have parties planned that start scarce minutes after this class ends."

The classroom filled with smiles, nods, and even a few people shouting YEAH, in their best Lil' John impressions. The teacher shook his head, his smile getting bigger. "So I will relinquish my claim on the last half hour of class and let you go early." I heard almost the entire class cheer as I started to throw my book and binder in my book bog with little care for how they came out. "As long as," he continued once again receiving a groan from the class, "you are all ready to be pushed very hard the rest of the semester. I am behind and I intend to cover all of the material I set out to cover by the time summer rolls around. Agreed?"

I didn't even wait to answer as I shot up and headed for the door. The line of people in front of me told me that not many people had actually answered his last statement. As I exited the building and headed for my dorm room my cell started to buzz in my pocket. Thinking to myself that it was a good thing it didn't happen in class, Mr. Androzi was well known around campus for giving mounds of extra work for people who left their phones on during class. Taking it out of my pocket and looking at the caller ID I let a small groan escape my lips. The last person on earth I wanted to hear from was calling me at a time that could only mean something bad, my mother.

Not that I hate my mother mind you, we don't exactly get along though. Besides, her calling hours before my flight was supposed to leave to take me home was a sign that the news I was going to hear could only be bad. Especially considering that this was the first call from her I had received since a week after I had started college. Not seeing a way out of it I finally pushed the talk button and brought the phone to my ear.

"What is it mom?" Was the greeting the escaped my lips, a little harsher then I meant to.

A soft grunt escaped her lips, "Is that the way you greet your mother, I guess going to college out of state has softened your manners."

"Mom don't start, you know I wanted to come to USC since I was a kid. Now what are you calling about." I had wanted to attend USC ever since I was small; it's where my dad went to college. I idolized everything about him for as long as I can remember up until he dies during my freshman year of high school. Of course living with my mom for the last four years had made me idolize him for dieing at times. My mom also went to USC but she hated it as much as she hated everything else about California. Her and my dad had met at USC and after they both graduated she talked him into moving back to Wisconsin where they could be close to her family. I am not how long the love between them actually lasted because by the time I came remember they had relegated themselves to being roommates who happen to have a child together.

My mother decided to use this as a reason to take as many lovers as she could get her hands on, hence the reason we don't get along so well. I was there for her to show off when she wanted and that was about all the time she had for me. Whether she knew that I knew about these men or whether she cared never mattered to me because I had my father. After his death I decided that the one way I had left to honor his memory was to attend USC and after I had been accepted no amount of arguing from my mother could dissuade me.

"Well the next time I see you," she continued in the same indignant tone she had used on me for years, "we will have to work on that." It took everything I had not to make a snide remark but I kept reminding myself the sooner this is over the sooner I can start packing. "I wanted to let you know that the plane tickets you bought to go back to Wisconsin will have to be changed. I sold our house about a month ago, so there is really nowhere for you to go."

I stopped dead and just starred straight ahead with my mouth open. "You... you did what?" It was the only thing that my mind could get my mouth to say at that point.

"I decided I was sick of living in the cold weather all alone so I sold the house to a nice couple and their kid. Then I used the money to buy myself a nice house down here in Florida. You know I have always wanted to move somewhere warm and I decided now was as good a time as any." Once again she was obviously thinking of no one but herself, a big shocker.

"What the hell am I supposed to do during Spring break," I finally yelled loud enough for the few people around me to give me quizzical looks as they walked by. "I had plans to hang out with all my friends from high school for the next week. How am I supposed to do that if I don't have a house to stay at? Where the hell am I supposed to go?" My face flushed as all the anger boiled to the top.

"Good lord Kevin, you really have lost all your manners haven't you? Well what do you want me to do about your plans; I used all the money from the house to buy this condo and a summer house up in Maine. Wait a second, there you are. You can use the summer house this spring. That way not only can you avoid me," she said that last part with as much sarcasm as obvious happiness, "and you can have a place to have all your big parties. I'm sure you will be able to find people up there to hang out with for a week."

I hung my head as I realized that I was stuck. With no way to get back to Wisconsin I had to face the choices ahead of me. Go to Florida and spend the week having to deal with all my mom's "friends" coming over, or go to Maine and be miserable, but at least alone. As the only real choice finally sank in I heard myself ask, "Give me the address."

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As the cab proceeded down the rural road toward my prison, home I kept trying to tell myself, I took in all the surroundings. Maine was everything that my mind would have pictured it to be; more trees then I could ever hope to count and houses miles apart. I sighed as it sank in all over again; I would be spending the next week alone and bored out of my skull.

The cab took a turn down a dirt road my place of residence for the next week came into view. The house was not all that big but turned out to be bigger then the log cabin my mind had been picturing. From what my mom had told me it was a 2 bedroom house with a living room, kitchen, fireplace and a back deck. It also only had about a quarter acre of property, and there was barely a tree around the house. As I paid the cabby and got my bags I took a look around and thankfully there were only two houses in view. That means only two sets of obnoxious neighbors I had to deal with. One of the houses was almost straight back from the back of my house and it had to be just over a hundred yards away. The other house was at the end of another driveway about 100 feet away from my house, a little too close for me as my mind went between mental pictures of a snotty old couple and a family with way too many children who would never leave me alone. I shook my head as I knew one of the images would end up being right.

As the cab pulled away in a huge cloud of dust I turned back to the house trying to prepare myself for the week ahead. I was about to take a step forward when a voice started me to the point that I dropped my luggage on the ground. I looked down at my bags scattered on the ground and I could feel my face turning red from embarrassment.

As I looked around to see who had startled me my breath caught in my throat. Standing in front of me was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Walking towards me with a wry smile on her face was a gorgeous red haired woman. She couldn't have been anymore then 5 foot 2, but I could tell immediately that she was in great shape. The black shorts she was wearing were so short and tight that they left little to the imagination, showing off her amazingly firm and tanned legs that seemed to take up half of her entire frame. My eyes traveled up from her shorts and traveled over her exposed and very tight stomach that was shown off by the half, white, tank top she was wearing. The tank top itself was almost skin tight and showed of what appeared to be a very nice pair of breasts. While they weren't all that big they did look firm and sat high on her chest.

As my eyes continued their journey upward her face came into view, and then my eyes locked with hers. As I continued to stare into her light green eyes I'm sure I looked like and idiot since I hadn't moved since first laying eyes one her. The trance seeing her had held over me was finally broken when she let out a laugh and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

If I was attracted to this woman before I was infatuated now. Her voice was a little smoky and raspy, enough so that I was already convinced that she could read the stock ticker and still sound sexy. As she reached me and bent down to pick up one of my bags my mind finally got over the fog of seeing her for the first time, it raced trying to come up with something witty to say. Something that would be cool, sexy, and make me look like I was shaken by seeing her even though I was usually a babbling idiot around attractive women.

"Don't worry; I'm normally more of a klutz." I almost winced as I heard myself say that. I tried to cover it up by bending down and retrieving my other two bags. Smooth moves Don Juan were the words that were repeating over in my mind. At least now she won't mistake you for a pimp.

"Well I'm still sorry for startling you," she said with a bit of laughter still in her voice as we carried the bags toward the porch. "But you were so engrossed with looking at the house I was afraid if I walked up and touched you, you would drop dead of shocked." Ok so it was obvious she was taking jabs at me but I decided to run with it.

"I was always great with first impressions. At least I managed not to pass out in front of you." I said with a smile on my face as we both set the bags down on the porch steps. I turned to her and as she held out her hand.

"I'm Melissa," she said with that big grin still evident on her face. "I guess I get to be your next door neighbor."

"Kevin," I said as I took her hand feeling its smoothness. I shared the grin with her feeling a little better about the up coming week. "I'm glad I'm going to have friendly neighbors, I had a scene playing out in my head that reminded me of the Burbs."

She let out a laugh and I swear I could see her eyes twinkle. "God I loved that movie, I remember when I saw it with my husband." I thought I saw her smile falter just a bit, but then she brought it back just as bright. "I knew this house had been sold, and when I saw the taxi pull up I figured I would come over and introduce myself to the new neighbors. Although I must say I didn't expect someone as young as you to be the person who bought it."

My smile dropped a bit at the mention of a husband but then I just old myself that I didn't have a chance with her to begin with so it wasn't a big loss. "My mom is the one who actually bought it,' I explained, "I am just going to be staying here over spring break before I go back to college."

"I have a confession to make; I didn't just stop by here to say hi." I could tell by the look on her face that she wanted to ask me something but didn't like having to ask it. "Are you any good with cars? I was on my way over to pick up my friend to go for a jog and my car decided not to start, and I was wondering if you would come over and take a look at it."

I was about to tell her that I didn't know much about cars, but she was looking at me with eyes that just made me think I would cut off my finger if she asked just right. My mind finally switched into macho show off mode as I decided there was no way I was gonna pass up an opportunity to help out this woman, even if I really didn't know what I was looking for.

"I can give it a shot, but no promises." With that she smiled and uttered a thank you and began to lead me down the driveway to her house. We made small talk as she walked a couple paces ahead of me, allowing me to take it the way her ass moved as she walked up the small incline that made up her driveway.

I found out from our short conversation that Melissa's husband had been away for a little over a week and was due back tomorrow. Also that the friend she was going jogging with actually lived at the other house I saw, but they liked to jog down by the beach and the only way to get to the driveway was to drive in a half mile square around to the other side of her property. Throughout the walk to her house I was amazed at the ease of conversation. I was fumbling for my words as had so often happened when I tried to talk to women of my own age. I also noticed something else, she was a bit older then I had thought when I first saw her. I had thought she would be only a couple of years older then me but it was becoming apparent to me that she was actually closer to her early 30's, although you would have never been able to tell by looking at her body.

Looking at her body was precisely what I had been doing since we had left my house. Watching her ass sway and her thigh muscles flex as she walked was making it harder to concentrate on the conversation, although it might have made me enjoy it even more. It was also having and affect on my cock, giving me a stirring sensation I knew was the beginning of a hard on that would last for hours unless I relieved it after I got back to the house. I did bring along a few porno's to keep myself company over then next week, I mean hey what else was I going to do. I quietly adjusted myself so as not to make my erection too obvious and almost thought I saw her watching me out of the corner of her eye as she spoke.

As we finally got to her house I tore my eyes away from the sight of her ass for fear of her catching me gawk at it. My eyes then took in her house, which was quite a bit bigger then mine. Mine only being a one story her two story house looked positively enormous. I also noticed a deck that faced my house with a lounge chair on it as we walked by. I am going to have to remember to see if she likes tanning out her I thought to myself. I knew I was being a horny lecher but hey I'm 19, what else do you expect.

When we got around her house to her garage and with the door already open I could see her car as soon as we turned the corner. And what a car it was, I knew it right away, a brand new Pontiac Solstice. She had to have bought the car in just the past couple of months but it was still nice to look at. Although it did make my job a hell of a lot harder. Yeah I almost know what I'm doing with this, I said to myself as I stepped towards the car.

Melissa walked around the car and leaned over the driver's door to reach the button to unlatch the hood. This time giving me a side view of her body, and showing off her stomach and she stretched out her short frame to reach the button. The top of her running shorts barely covered her hips showing a nice amount of her stomach for my eyes to take in. I almost jumped when the hood gave a little pop letting me know that she had found what she was looking for and the knowing smile she gave me as she popped her head back out of the car let me know that she had caught me looking.

I cleared my throat trying to look innocent as I popped the hood and looked around in side like I actually knew what I was doing. While I was bent over looking at the engine I could feel Melissa move over next to me and stand with her hip toughing mine. I turned and gave her a quick look to which she just smiled and asked, "Found anything yet?"

I shook my head and returned to my looking. After several minutes I began praying that I would find something, anything to make this woman happy that she asked for my help. That's when my eyes finally caught it, there was no oil cap. Then it hit me without the oil cap the engine wouldn't get any oil pressure and it wouldn't be able to start up. As I stood up and turned to her to tell her the problem I ended up having my nose only inches away from hers. As we looked into each others eyes I struggled to make myself speak. I thought I could feel the heat coming off of her body, and that just made my erection throb.

Finally collecting myself I told her that her oil cap was missing. "Oh shit that's right," she said recognition coming over her face immediately, "my husband told me to add some oil yesterday before I went to sleep and I must have forgot to put the cap on." She turned to look at the engine, "Now there only problem is where the little bastard went to."

After she said this she leaned forward to look around the engine for the missing cap and gave me yet another great view of that incredible ass. While I was scanning it I noticed something that made me stop breathing, she wasn't wearing any panties. Her shorts were so tight that they were crawling up between her ass cheeks and they clearly showed the outline of per pussy lips. I couldn't move my eyes from the sight as my cock strained to free itself, and then it got even better. As she was poking around she began to unconsciously sway her ass from side to side. It took all the self restraint I had to step forward and just rip those shorts right off of her.

Then she reached her hand back, placed it on her hip and began to tap her finger. "Are you going to help me look for this or what?" That's all it took to shake me from my stupor. Looking up at her head still searching the engine I sighed with relief, at least she didn't catch me gawking at her again. I quickly joined the search through then engine and immediately saw the cap near the ground tangled in some hoses.

"Found it." I said as I pointed it out to her. She excitedly shifted over to my side of the car and smiled at it came into her view. I was in the process of kneeling down to get until the car to retrieve it when I was stopped by her voice saying, "Are you sure you wanna go down there wearing that?"

As I followed her eyes to my clothes it downed on me what she was talking about. I was wearing an unbuttoned dress shirt over a white t-shirt, and khaki pants, not exactly the best clothes for working on a car.

I shrugged off the dress shirt and handed it to her. Her eyes flashed down to my pants and she gave me a questioning look. "Are you sure you want to get those dirty?" she said in a sultry voice. If I didn't know better I would have sworn she was talking as sexily as she could on purpose.

I just shook my head, "Hopefully they won't get too dirty. If they do I can always just go buy another pair I guess." With that I laid down on my back and slid under the car. After a few second of searching I found the cap again and reached up to retrieve it. It only too pushing a few hoses out of the way to get at it but when I brought my hands back down they were all covered in dirty and grease. I wormed my way out from underneath the car and replaced the cap to the delight of Melissa.

"Well let's hope that fixes everything. Giver her a try now." With that she climbed in and turned the key. Sure enough the car started right up without a single problem. She clapped her hands together and giggled with excitement and shot out of the car and over to me, embracing me in a huge bear hug. Not being able to put my arms around her in return for fear of getting grease on her I still enjoyed the sensations of having her body pressed up against mine. Then I realized that I might be enjoying this too much as my erections began to twitch against her.

I immediately backed out of the embrace and was afraid she would mention the fact that my cock had just been pressing against her stomach. But to my relief all she said was that I should probably was off my hands. I looked down at them and finally saw in the light how dirty they actually were.

She just laughed and told me to follow her to the bathroom to clean up. As she went ahead of me and opened the door of her house and stepped through. She led me through her kitchen, then through her living room and up the stairs to the second floor. I was kind of wondering why there wasn't a bathroom on the first floor, but then again with the sweet view of her ass that I was once again presented with my mind wasn't working on all cylinders. Reaching the top of the stair I found out that the second floor was actually a loft setup, as the top of the stairs immediately opened up into a bed room. She pointed to a door at the corner of the room, "You can go in there and wash up I will be down in the kitchen, I figure after that hard work you could use a drink." Smiling she didn't give me a chance to respond as she turned and bounced back down the stairs.

I turned and continued on into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. The bathroom was huge; it had one of those square showers with the glass walls that I swear could fit four people. Plus there was a large jacuzzi that also had to be able to hold a small party. All in all the room seemed to have been kept pretty clean. Walking to the sink I proceeded to wash the dirt and grease from my hands, and got it all over the sink. Cursing I did my best to clean the sink out not wanting to leave her bathroom all nasty.

I dried my hands with the towel and turned to leave when I noticed something that made me stop in my tracks. Straight ahead of me was a clothes hamper, but that's not what made me slowly walk towards it. The hamper was full of clothes and sitting there, on the top, was a pair of black, silk, thong panties. I reached down and picked the panties and my fingers could immediately feel that the crotch of them was soaking wet. I sat down on the toilet, and I was in a battle in my mind. She was a neighbor, a very hot neighbor, but I knew it was wrong to do this. Of course the evil side of me won out and I brought the panties to my nose.

The scent from those panties was the sexiest thing I have ever smelt and my erection was once again throbbing. I paused for just a second to go lock the bathroom door and immediately dropped my pants and boxers to the floor. Standing there, against the door, I brought the panties down to my throbbing cock and began to rub them down the length of it. I was amazed at how wet the panties were, I mean they were soaked. If I didn't know better I would have said it was water but I couldn't' have mistaken that smell anywhere.

As I began to stroke the silky panties up and down my member, the wetness that was soaked into the panties had now completely coated my cock allowing the panties to slide easily. With all the teasing my sexy neighbor had inadvertently done so far today my cock couldn't take much and into my mind flashed the image of Melissa bending over the car showing of her pussy lips in those tight shorts. That was all it took and in no time I moaned as I hit my climax and began to squirt cum into the crotch of the panties.

After I was done I threw them back onto the laundry basket and made my way downstairs with a huge grin on my face. I had already decided this spring break wasn't going to be as bad as I had thought, and I couldn't wait to see what else would happen.

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