A Last Minute Gift

For most boys with an attractive, slightly older neighbor, they've often wondered how they would look naked. For most boys with a pretty babysitter, they've developed crushes on said babysitter. In Sean's case, the neighbor and babysitter happened to be combined into one person: Keira Kappmeyer. And at the moment, in her former bedroom, she stood wearing a skimpy red babydoll, while holding up her hand to stare at it. Sean couldn't be sure, but he thought she had a ring on her finger.

At twenty-four-years-old, Keira was six years older than her former charge. A cheerful girl, who loved kids, she'd been the perfect babysitter. A short, cute brunette, her large breasts looked huge on her tiny frame. While Sean's crush on her wasn't on the same level as his one on Lana Stratton, Keira featured prominently in his early post-puberty fantasies. Sure, he'd seen her in bikinis back in the day; the Kappmeyers pool was a popular hangout, but never in a sexy piece of lingerie. Never in a mostly transparent outfit that showcased her ample breasts.

Watching Keira move slowly forward from her old bedroom door, Sean could tell she was talking to someone else. Prying his eyes from her body, Sean saw that a man sat on the edge of the bed. With his brain overwhelmed, it took longer than it should to recognize Alex, Keira's boyfriend of two years. Damn, that's one lucky guy.

Having spoken too soon, Sean stopped breathing momentarily as he saw Keira lift one arm up to slid a strap off her shoulder, then another arm and strap. Holding the fabric up with one arm across her bust, Keira appeared to tease Alex, and unknowingly Sean. Anticipation built, as did his cock until the busty brunette moved her arm. Oh. My. Gawd! Sean screamed in his head as a pair of glorious globes popped into view. A delectable pale pair, they had barely any sag and were capped by two dark pink nipples. Sean's hand found his face, rubbing it in disbelief.

With his girlfriend clad only in panties, Alex wasted little time grabbing Keira's hips, pulling him closer to him. The move put her tits right in front of his face, allowing him to squeeze them to Sean's benefit. Fuck! Why couldn't I have ever done that to her? His head rocked back as Keira, wanting more, took the initiative, and pushed Alex's head forward. Showing he wasn't an idiot, Alex followed his girlfriend's lead, kissing and then sucking her nipples.

Based on the facial expressions that Sean could see, Keira enjoyed Alex's ministrations for several minutes. Seeing a new side of his next-door neighbor was blowing the teenager's mind. It nearly exploded when the loveable brunette pushed her boyfriend's head away from her tits and dropped down to her knees.

Unable to see much now, Sean leaned this way and that way, he stood on his tiptoes, and finally on the bed, where he tried to balance to his left so that he could see out the window. None of the moves worked, leaving him only able to see a mess of brown hair bobbing up and down. Learning his lesson from earlier, the teen stood off to the side of the nightstand. The move allowed him to peek out while not opening himself up to being seen. A voracious reader, Sean had an active imagination, which he now used in his sage spot to conjure up images to fill in the blanks of what he couldn't see.

Closing his eyes, Sean pictured Keira transforming into a tease. She danced her tongue up and down Alex's member, occasionally capturing the head before pulling back off. The ex-babysitter would coo and talk to her boyfriend in a high voice, role-playing a naughty schoolgirl whose parents were out for the night. Unzipping his pants, Sean found himself finally able to rub his hard-on, not caring that his jeans fell to his ankles. Tempted to get on the bed and jack one off, the blond teen instead opened his eyes to check on the lovers.

Proving to have perfect timing, Sean watched as the buxom brunette popped up. His neighbor then shoved her boyfriend hard, sending him back onto the bed. From this distance, Sean imagined a purr and wanton face as Keira crawled onto the bed. Despite everything he'd seen in the last thirty minutes or so, Sean still could believe it when his sweet neighbor straddled her man and dropped down.

"Fuck me," Sean moaned loudly.

"Honey, are you okay up there? Did you find the box?" Bridget called from the bottom of the stairs.

Startled, Sean tried to pull his jeans back. It didn't go well as his foot got caught, causing him to lose his balance and fall face-first into the floor. His mother clearly heard the bang.

"Sean? What was that? Do you need help?" Bridget's voice sounded a little closer. Her son pictured her climbing a few steps out of concern.

"N-no, I'm fine!" he yelled in response. Panicking, Sean struggled to roll over and pull his pants up.

"Are you sure? What was that bang?"

"Uh, you must have moved the shoebox. I found it now but tripped and fell," Sean fabricated his story on the fly. " I'm fine. I'll be down in a minute."

"Okay, if you say so," Bridget replied, sounding a little suspicious.

Jumping to his feet, Sean grabbed the shoebox and caught one last look at Keira riding her boyfriend. Oh, man, he thought, biting his lip as those big tits bounced around. Very reluctantly, he left the room and walked downstairs in a semi-daze.

At the bottom of the stairs, and before making the turn toward the kitchen, Sean double-checked to make sure that everything looked good. He didn't need to walk into the kitchen with his jeans unzipped and his erection sticking out. Fortunately, everything appeared in good order.

Entering the kitchen, Sean saw his mother at the table again with several photo albums laid open and the cordless phone up to her ear. Relieved that she was still preoccupied with her phone call, Sean let out the breath he didn't realize he'd held in. This meant there wouldn't be any additional questions over what took so long; he placed the shoebox on the table.

"Thanks, honey," Bridget smiled, briefly glancing up.

Sean nodded in response. Thirsty, he headed toward the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water. With that in hand, it was time to escape. Starting to walk further toward the back of the kitchen and the door to the basement stairs, the teen skidded to a halt as he heard his name.

"I don't know if Sean would like that, Rach."

Spinning around, Sean saw his mother's uncomfortable body language, and he had a bad feeling.

"Yes, he likely still wants to head up in the morning, but that's probably not the best option for him to drive up with."

Head up with who? Wait, so Mom and Dad aren't going up in the morning any longer? Taking a few steps, Sean reached the kitchen island and saw his mother turn to give him an unreadable look.

"What's not the best option?" Leonard Tarver inquired, entering the kitchen from behind Sean.

"It's nothing, Dad," Sean tried to brush his dad off before he got any ideas.

"Who's your mom talking to?" Leonard asked, walking past Sean and toward his wife.

"Mrs. Stratton."

"What's going on, Bridget?" Sean's dad questioned, reaching the kitchen table.

"Hold on, Rach," Bridget said, covering the mouthpiece. "Rachel is trying to find a way for Sean and Newt to still come up in the morning."

"Why, that's a great idea!" Leonard stated with far more enthusiasm than his family has seen in a long time. Turning to look at Sean, he added, "The kid probably doesn't want to wait until the afternoon to drive up with us. This way, if I get held up longer, he can still spend time with his friends."

"Uh, they aren't my friends," Sean mumbled, while Bridget glared over her husband's comment about getting held up longer.

"Sean, this is your senior year. Enjoy it while you can with your friends," Leonard advised, ignoring Sean's comment. "Once you start taking pre-med courses, you won't have time to goof around any longer."

Bridget rolled her eyes at her husband's words. Now wasn't the time for that fight.

"Wait, how do the Strattons have enough room? Are they taking two cars?" Leonard questioned, having the same thought as his son.

"No, they're going to have a car full. It's Whitney's latest boyfriend that's driving. He's, uh, going up with Austin," Bridget revealed. Taking her hand off the mouthpiece, she apologized to Mrs. Stratton. "Sorry, we're still discussing it.

Austin? Austin Rusk? Oh, hell, no! While Sean cursed in his head, his mother gave him an apologetic look.

"Austin? You mean Orrin's kid? The quarterback? Well, there you have it right there," Leonard said, deciding the issue was settled. "Sean, you can hang out with your old friend."

"We're not friends," Sean stated, growing annoyed at how little his dad knew of his life.

"Jealousy is not a trait that will get you far in life, son. Austin's a natural leader. You shouldn't hold his accomplishments against him," Leonard advised. "What you should've done was try harder at making the basketball team. Or find a different—"

"Maybe Sean should drive him and Newt up himself," Bridget suggested on the phone to Rachel as a way to interrupt her husband.

Sean eagerly nodded at the idea while Leonard scoffed.

"I know it's a two-hour drive, Rachel. He's a responsible driver, I'm sure he'll—oh, yes, you could be right. We haven't seen the new cabin, so we don't know how much space is available for parking."

"He is not driving up there. We don't even know if his car will make it that far," Leonard remarked.

"I could drive—"

"You are not driving one of our cars, and that's final," Leonard declared, shooting down Sean's last-ditch idea.

As Sean's stomach dropped, his head shook side to side violently. Bridget mouthed that she was sorry, and Sean knew this would suck for at least two hours tomorrow morning.

"Yes, we'll make sure Newt is over here and ready to go at ten o'clock."

Angry, Sean spun back around and marched toward the basement door. His mom yelled out, "I'm sorry, honey." His father wanted to know why she was sorry. Stomping down the stairs, Sean complained about his life. I knew he would be on the trip, but driving up with Austin isn't fair. And this new boyfriend of Whitney's? The guy is probably another of her endless college jocks that'll last two weeks.

"Why can't my life be like Derek Emerson's or Alex's? Why can't I have a hot girlfriend and do what I want in life?" Sean grumbled as his feet hit the basement floor. You know why? It's because you're not popular. You got lucky with Beyza. She was out of your league, and you blew it.

Storming into his room, the door slammed shut behind him; Sean stripped his clothes off and threw on his pajamas. Grabbing his bottle of lotion from its hiding spot, he hopped on the bed. It was time to finish what he started in his old room.

"My old room!" Sean nearly screamed, realizing what that meant. Dammit! If I had stayed in my old room instead of moving down here, I might have had a show from Keira whenever she came home from college.

Slamming the mattress in frustration and at his life choices, Sean wondered what he had to do for his luck to change. Beginning to stroke his dick, he recalled the visions of Mandy Emerson bent over, getting it hard from behind, and of Keira bouncing up and down, tits bouncing everywhere. Then his mind shifted to the trip and the girls from school that would be there. Whitney, Ramsey, and Lacey. Nearly every guy at school would consider **** to be in my spot. Hell, throw in Lana, and they would kill someone. Maybe the trip won't be so bad...as long as I don't make a fool out of myself.

"Why can't I catch a break with girls just for once?" Sean asked the empty room.