Jace’s Heading to Honey Hollow!

Jace Holland walked through the Blackbridge airport, looking around for a woman holding a sign that said his name. He’d gotten Bridget Tarver’s number from The Historical Exchange Program of American Small Towns, more commonly referred to as THEPAST.

Bridget Tarver was the woman who’d be hosting Jace during his weeklong stay at Honey Hollow, her and her husband Leonard. Their son Sean was also in the exchange program, but Jace wasn’t sure what town he was going to.

Jace spotted a woman holding a big sign with JACE written on it, and he took a few seconds to admire how gorgeous she was. Bridget Tarver was a knockout, something Jace had had no idea of while they were setting up the time for Bridget to pick Jace up.

Bridget was probably in her late thirties, and had wavy caramel blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, along with some generous large breasts which Jace may have let his eyes linger on. She had a shapely body, too, as if she needed more attractiveness.

His distant observation complete and beginning to feel like a creeper, Jace approached the blond MILF with a hesitant smile.

“Mrs. Tarver?” Jace inquired.

“Yep, that’s me!” Bridget smiled, “I’m assuming you’re Jace?”

“That’s me. It’s nice to meet you.” Jace grinned.

“Nice to meet you, too! I wish Leonard was here to meet you, but I’m afraid he’s busy at work.” Bridget said, and Jace saw a familiar look in Bridget’s blue eyes. His mom, Danielle, got the same look whenever she was pissed at his dad, Jeremiah. Which was frequently, as his father was a workaholic.

“That’s alright, I’m sure I’ll meet him later today.” Jace waved it off.

Bridget nodded.

“Of course you will. C’mon, it’s a little bit of a drive from here to Honey Hollow, about four hours, and if we hurry, we’ll be there in time for dinner. I can take you to Luigi’s, best pizza in Honey Hollow.” Bridget said warmly.

“Now that’s the kind of history I’m interested in finding for this week.” Jace laughed. Bridget smirked.

“I believe you have a paper to write too, or the trip doesn’t stay complimentary.” Bridget teased lightly.

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Jace groaned, which made the blond mother laugh.

“There are a couple people I know who are pretty knowledgeable in Honey Hollow’s history.” Bridget mentioned, “I could set you up with some of them, or maybe take you to the public library for some historical records?”

“Looking for records doesn’t sound like a ton of fun.” Jace admitted, “I’d rather talk with some experts.”

“I can set that up for you, no problem.” Bridget nodded.

“Thanks, Mrs. Tarver.” Jace said gratefully, happy he wouldn’t spend his first week of the new year in a library. He and Bridget reached the doors to the airport and they slid open. Jace shivered in surprise at the waves of cold which rushed in.

Bridget laughed.

“You don’t have winters like these in Amethyst Shore, do you?” Bridget asked.

“N-nope.” Jace shivered. Bridget pulled her winter coat on from where it was draped over her arm, and looked at Jace in sympathy, who wore only a hoodie, the warmest clothes he owned.

“The car’s not parked too far. Is this your first time seeing snow?” Bridget wondered as Jace stared at the white covered ground.

“Yeah.” he nodded, a little embarrassed.

Bridget laughed again.

“Do you want me to pull the car up?” Bridget asked teasingly.

“Yes, please.” Jace nodded. Laughing again, Bridget nodded.

“Give me a few minutes, and I’ll pull it up right here.” Bridget said, and set out into the snow.

Jace backed out of the way of the doors so he was no longer battered by cold winds.

———

In the car, about halfway through the drive, the snow began to fall harder, and Bridget looked worriedly up at the sky.

“You don’t think we’ll get stuck, do you?” Jace wondered.

“If the snow gets much heavier, we might have to pull over.” Bridget admitted, “I don’t like driving in heavy snow.”

Jace looked up at the sky, entirely unused to conditions like this.

After about ten more minutes, Bridget blew out a breath and took the next exit off the highway, pulling into a gas station parking lot and putting the car in park.

“Does this happen a lot? You gotta stop and wait for the snow to stop?” Jace asked.

Bridget laughed.

“Not too often. Sometimes, though.” Bridget shrugged, “We could be here for a while, so try and get comfortable.”

Bridget took off her winter coat, which she’d had on since the airport, and set it in the backseat.

Jace tried not to look at how Bridget’s large breasts stretched the fabric of her shirt. Or, at least not get caught looking. The blond woman was gorgeous, and Jace couldn’t deny that.

“So, are you excited for this week in Honey Hollow?” Bridget brought up.

“Yeah, I am, actually. Not so much the history report, but it’ll be cool to see a different town.” Jace said.

“Going to school in an all new school for a week doesn’t bother you?” Bridget wondered, “I know Sean was a little nervous about being in a strange town and a strange school for a week.”

“I’m a bit nervous, I guess, but I’m mostly just excited.” Jace said with a grin.

“Glad to hear it.” Bridget smiled, “My daughter Peyton is off from college for another week, so she’ll be around, too. Perhaps you could get her to give you a tour of the town if you ask nicely.”

“I was gonna ask if you could give me a tour.” Jace smiled easily at the sexy blond. Bridget smiled, not oblivious to his agenda.

“Oh yeah? You sure you wanna spend time with an old woman when there’s an attractive college girl to give the tour instead?” Bridget questioned with a grin.

“Oh, please. You definitely don’t look old, and you’re attractive enough.” Jace grinned back.

“Oh? I’m ‘attractive enough?’” Bridget asked, mockingly outraged.

“Angling for a compliment?” Jace shot back. Bridget smirked. She liked him, he had a certain fire about him.

“A lady always likes to hear she looks good.” Bridget said with a deliberate shrug that drew the teen’s eyes to her breasts.

“You look absolutely stunning.” Jace said seriously. Bridget smiled.

“See? I got that compliment out of you.” Bridget winked.

“My mom didn’t raise a liar.” Jace shrugged. Bridget laughed.

———

An hour and a half later, Jace sat with the seat warmers on as Bridget drove through Honey Hollow.

“Not the coastal town you’re used to, huh?” Bridget raised a brow.

“Definitely not.” Jace said, looking around the homely looking small town. Snow blanketed most of the buildings, and the people were all bundled up. Night was settling on the town, and warm shop lights illuminated the quiet streets, making it feel even more homely, but also very alien at the same time. Could be the snow.

A pizza box sat in Jace’s lap, courtesies of Luigi’s, and the warmth of that helped, too.

Bridget pulled the car into a driveway a few minutes later, and she gave him a playful look.

“You gonna be alright to make it into the house?” Bridget joked.

“We’ll see, won’t we?” Jace grinned.

Bridget smiled at him.

“Let me unlock the front door before you get out of the car. Don’t want you getting too cold.” Bridget teased the California native.

Jace didn’t argue as Bridget climbed out of the car.

She went and unlocked the front door and gave Jace a thumbs up, grinning at him. Jace threw open the passenger door and slammed it closed behind him, keeping the pizza box level while dashing through the snow.

Jace reached the front porch and Bridget opened the door and entered the house, Jace on her heels. It was his first chance to admire her curvy ass in her jeans.

“We’re home!” Bridget called, setting her coat on a rack and brushing some snow out of her caramel blond hair.

Jace heard rapid feet sounding and then a girl slid into the doorframe at the end of the hall. She was a few years older than him, probably 20 or 21, with long, wavy caramel blond hair, the same shade as Bridget’s. This girl had medium sized breasts and blue eyes, and had a body like a supermodel. She was fit and gorgeous, curvy in all the right places, with a good height, mile-long legs, and a friendly smile.

“Hi! I’m Peyton!” she introduced herself cheerfully, holding out a hand for Jace to shake, which he did.

“Jace. Thanks for hosting me here.” Jace shrugged.

“Oh, that was Mom’s call.” Peyton said, nodding at Bridget, who gave Jace a small smile, “Not that I was against you staying here, of course, but I had planned to spend my last week off school with my family, but then Sean had to leave.”

“He chose it, honey, he wasn’t ****.” Bridget pointed out.

“I know.” Peyton shrugged, “Just a little weird to be home and not have my little brother here.”

“I figured Lana would be here.” Bridget frowned. Peyton rolled her eyes.

“Oh, she is. Lacey, too. They’ve taken it upon themselves to set up the attic for you.” Peyton said, the last part addressed to Jace.

“Why? I figured Jace would just stay in Sean’s room.” Bridget frowned.

“Yeah, me too.” Peyton sighed, “But those girls don’t ever just sit still. Lana’s bad enough, but Lacey… you wouldn’t think it, but those two are masterful partners in crime. Well, if it’s a crime to redecorate a room.”

“Where’d they get a bed for Jace to sleep?” Bridget wondered.

“Don’t even get me started on that.” Peyton sighed. Bridget raised an eyebrow.

“Well, we brought pizza.” Jace said with a shrug, finding it a little hard to follow Peyton and Bridget’s conversation about two girls he didn’t know.

“Luigi’s?” Peyton’s eyes lit up.

“Of course.” Bridget grinned.

“Strattons!” Peyton called with sudden volume.

“They’ll be down in a minute, and then you can meet them.” Peyton said, “Let me get that pizza.”

She grabbed the box from Jace’s hands, and led the way into the kitchen.

Jace looked at Bridget in confusion.

“You’ll see soon enough.” Bridget smiled, and put her hand on Jace’s shoulder before giving him a little nudge forwards in the direction Peyton had gone.