Meeting The Tease

Around the time I finish mowing the backyard and start in on the front, Lewis’ car pulls into the driveway. He gets out of the car and chuckles, “When you are done here, there’s a house down the block that needs to be painted.”

I give him the bird. “You are late. I already moved your junk to the dump to save you the effort.”

He pantomimes getting shot in the chest. “Whatever, I’m going to sit in air conditioning.”

I work a while longer, then put the mower away. I am feeling hot and thirsty. When I enter the house, the air conditioning feels great. I stand there in the entryway for a moment, feeling all the sweat quickly to lose its heat. I start taking my shoes off when I overhear talking from the kitchen around the corner.

“Save some for Warren, guys,“Mindy implores.

“He’s not coming, ma. I told him to paint the neighbors house when he’s done.” He laughs at the joke again.

“You are awful,” she says to Lewis.

“Yeah, he should be digging us a pool!” Tonya says it like it's the greatest idea she has ever had. “Mom, make him dig us a pool.”

“I didn’t make him do anything. He offered."

“That’s weird.”

“Guys, stop. There is barely anything left!”

“Feeding your own children take priority, mom.” Lewis states, like a smart ass.

I walk around corner to find them at the dining table. On the left side I see Tonya sitting with knees at her chest and her bare feet on the edge of her seat, Lewis seated facing me in the middle, and Mindy standing on the right, trying to swat their hands away from a plate of snacks.

Lewis sees me first, suddenly diving for all the remaining crackers and slamming them into his mouth. Tonya, only half a second behind him, grabs what’s left of the cheeses and jams them in her mouth. Then they both sit bolt upright, staring at me silently like nothing is going on. Mindy looks crestfallen. She picks up the plate, and with apologetic eyes, holds it out to me. A single slice of salami is all that remains. “I hope you’re hungry.”

Lewis and Tonya bust out laughing, spraying bits of food all over.

Eventually Mindy is able to get me some refreshments, apologizing a few times about how misbehaved her kids are. She has showered and changed her clothes since I had met her outside. Now she looks comfortable in some nice fitting blue jeans and a grey v-neck T-shirt. The shirt fit a little more tightly than what she had on earlier, so I can see her figure better. The last few years were hard on her, causing few more wrinkles and gray hairs than she needed, but she still looked good in a milfy sort of way.... But I shouldn't be thinking about that, so I thank her and excuse myself to help Lewis.

I walk down the hall to Lewis' room. The door to Tonya's room is directly opposite of his. Both doors are open. Back in high school it always seemed like she intentionally kept her door open to eavesdrop on us, sometimes to narc on us, or she'd butt in, demanding attention. She usually tried to get us in trouble if we didn’t give her the attention she wanted. I glance into her room, and there she is, listening to headphones and on her computer.

I ignore her and go to Lewis' room to start in on the work. To my dismay, he hadn’t packed his things in advance, so this was quickly shaping up to be an all day activity. Not exactly what I signed up for. We pack things and load them into our cars over the next couple hours. When his car fills up, he takes off, leaving me to finish the last box I had been working on. The room almost looks useful again.

In the middle of stacking his few books into a box, I hear a crash behind me. I spin around, maybe a little startled, to see Tonya flinging Lewis' clothes and hangers from the closet to the floor. In her other hand, she has her own clothes and hangers that she puts in their place. She walks out without a word, then comes back with more clothes to repeat the process.

"Can't you wait until we finish here first?" I ask. More clothes hit the floor.

"Nope. If I wait, Mom will use it for something dumb like bed sheets. Or vacuums. Or Lewis will just leave them here for another six months." she says, bugging her eyes out.

"I thought you already had a closet."

"I do, but they will get wrecked with how tight everything is jammed in there," she says while leaning forward into the closet, her cute little ass pointed straight at me. I blink hard and look away.

Man, that sounds dirty to me. I don't know if she does it on purpose, or some sort of instinct, but she has a way of leading men on. Sometimes it is definitely intentional. When she wants something, or wants to get out of something, she just turns on this cutesy BS and usually gets her way. She uses it on everyone. Parents, teachers, boyfriends, police officers, store clerks... everyone. In high school some guys took it as serious flirting and then were pissed off when she didn't follow through, cementing her reputation for being a cocktease. I don't really know about that, but I thought The Tease was a perfect nickname for her. I haven't called her that in a long time, mostly because I haven't run into her.

Off she goes for more. Then she comes back with another load.

"How many clothes can you have?" I ask, genuinely confused.

"I acquired a lot of new stuff when I was in college, okay?" She had tried college, but didn't make it a year. Apparently she "acquired" a second closet's worth of clothes in that time. The Tease strikes again. Now that she mentions it, I notice that her outfit is a little more sophisticated than the stuff I remembered her wearing. Her makeup is, too. As is her straight blonde hair. It's a nice development.

"Like what?" I ask at my own peril. The Tease should not be engaged.

She grabs two hangers off the rack and flips them up to her slender body. "Like this..." It is a shirt that is so elastic that holding it up looks like a long red sock pressed against her chest. "Or this..." It looks like an upscale goth shirt, perfect for a rave.

I laugh. "That first one couldn't even fit you. That's got to be for a doll!" What am I saying? I am engaging The Tease. I know better...

She turns away from me, yanking her loose tank top off and then pulling herself through the elastic long-sleeve shirt with effort. She twists and undulates to get it on. I could watch her do that all day. She turns back to me and poses. {if Edge > 60}I start getting hard immediately.{else if Edge > 40}My cock jumps on its own.{else}My breathing stops for a moment.{endif} The shirt hugs her skin, becoming more transparent in the areas it is stretched the thinnest, like her shoulder, elbows, and breasts. Her tits aren't huge, but the way the material shows off her black bra underneath has my full attention. She is hot. Really hot. Fuck. That is the power of The Tease. Don't engage The Tease!

Then she does a sexy wiggle.

I decide the box I am packing is full enough and needs to get to the car NOW. I pick up the box and leave, keeping it at a strategic height. In the living room I run into Mindy again.

"Are you all loaded up?" She asks.

In more ways than one, lady. "Yeah... There are still a couple heavy things that I can help Lewis carry tomorrow."

"Thanks so much for helping us out, Warren." She gives me a kiss on the cheek. I get a whiff of her perfume.

I glance back down the hallway just in time to see Tonya casually cross back into her room with her skin tight, stretchy shirt being pulled over her head, her bra in plain sight.

I get into my car without delay and desperately look for a distraction.