Spending time with "a friend"

Over the next week, Richard settled in quickly to the routine, finding life as a young 18 year-old boy to be much more interesting and exciting than he had first thought of. First, and a big one at that, he didn't have to worry about his shitty-ass parents. He loved his original parents very much (or at least tried to), but with Hillary and Greg, it was easy to find a loving home and a family among otherwise perfect strangers.

He learned that Greg, up until a year ago, had been an elderly grandmother who had been abandoned by her family and left to the care of the city of Chicago as a ward. Her kids had bled her dry and she was looking at being committed when she had volunteered to work with the XChange agency for a surrogacy program. She had been paired up with, ironically, the only family member that had cared for her, her gay younger brother, who had been kicked out of his home when he came out of the closet. 40 years of marriage had ended overnight and the two had been relegated to the streets. A chance to start over, with new lives, it made all the difference for the two of them.

They had, in fact, moved to the area a few months ago with the cover story that they had a few kids (Richard noticed the word "few" and, with his mind recalling the two empty rooms next to his) and he was the first to come to stay with them. The two others were both girls, age 15 and 12, and they would be coming to stay with them in a few weeks time.

He soon found himself pitching in around the house, loving the sensation of having muscles and upper body strength that made otherwise difficult tasks rather easy (like cleaning out the garage, carrying heavy bags, and even reaching tall places). He enjoyed the feeling of being able to do a lot of things and even though it was a bit embarrassing to hear his mother saying such things, he still just smiled and nodded his appreciation for it.

There was another aspect of life as a young 18 year-old man that he discovered.

Girls.

Or, more importantly, there was one girl that he had encountered. Turns out, Yvonne was a neighbor who lived about 2 blocks down from him and when he had gone for a jog, he had managed to run into her again. She, too, was out for a run and when she looked up, he bent over and helped her to her feet with a worried look before she just shook her head and smiled at him. "We gotta stop meeting up like this before people think you only want to meet me with me on my back."

"Might make people start to talk," he laughed back and the two of them chatted for a bit. Richard spotted the tell-tale signs of a girl being interested in him, twirling of her hair, leaning a bit forward with her body in full view of him, her chest being raised ever so slightly. He returned the subtle flirting by angling his body towards her, casually brushing his hand against hers in emphasis when they were talking but not being overtly creepy or unusual about it. They had agreed to meet up again that afternoon for lunch and she would offer to take him around and show him around. With that, he turned and continued his run for a few moments before he stopped and looked back. He didn't know why he was looking back but he just felt like he should.

Yvonne was wearing jogging pants that were very tight, stretchy, and helped show off her ass in enough detail that Richard felt his pulse racing a bit. She jogged a bit before she looked over her shoulder and when she noticed he was watching her, she waved and then continued to jog, though her sway in her hips told him that she knew he was checking her out. Not even a few days and you're already thinking with your dick, he mused before he turned and took a few steps before he looked down and stared. He hadn't actually spent any time really noticing what his body reaction would be like but now, being more or less hard, he only had one thought:

How do I run with a third leg?