No – Fucking – Way

Adam stared in shock, his neighbor, the hottest woman in the neighborhood, her daughter coming in number two with his mother and sister among the top fifteen, staring back at him, her blue eyes wide, the buttons of her white blouse already half undone and pulled open baring her large breasts and stiff, thick, rubbery nipples, her thick, golden-blonde hair cascading down over her shoulders.

“Mrs. Erwin – Veronica,” the teenager corrected, a wicked little grin lifting the corners of his mouth, his heart leaping in excitement. Power or not, he thought, she’ll take my dick for my silence. There’s no way in hell that the pastor’s wife will let everyone know she munches carpet. Especially since the asshole is all fire and brimstone over homosexuality. Fuck, Adam almost giggle, I should be able to **** Victoria, too, and tag her pure, prissy ass to keep her perfect world from falling apart.

“H-hello, Adam,” the married woman smiled weakly, the door closing behind her on its own and latching gently. “I – um – I came over to – to –”

“Get some pussy?” he offered, smirking. The blonde opened her mouth to speak.

“Don’t bother denying it,” the high school senior spoke up quickly, waving a hand at her to keep silent. “I already know. My – Jennifer’s already admitted to it. You fuck each other. That’s hitting a lot of the pastor’s special list. Homosexuality, adultery – my, my – who knows what else there could be hidden behind your no longer closed doors? Abortion perhaps?”

Mrs. Erwin’s cheeks paled, her hands clutching her blouse trembling.

“Holy fuck, Veronica!” the young man cried, his eyebrows high in surprise at the formerly thought prim and proper pastor’s wife.

“Please – please don’t tell anyone,” the blonde begged, her voice shaking. Behind Adam, Jennifer stared at her lover in shock.

“I have conditions,” the teenager declared, forehead high, looking down on the sinful woman.

“Absolutely,” she nodded fervently.

“Just like that?” he arched an eyebrow.

“I can’t let Edgar know,” Veronica said timidly. “So – what do you want to do first?”

“Hmmm.” Adam thought for a moment, quickly glancing at the brunette over his shoulder. “Call the school. Get my absence excused. And Jennifer –” the woman stiffened, half-turned towards the kitchen. “– Don’t tell anyone about any of this. Keep any secrets you hear to yourself.”

The brunette bowed her head, walking out of the room.

“Thank you,” the pastor’s wife whispered.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Adam smirked. “Now finish stripping and get your ass on the sofa.”