Send Fergus a text about his art supplies

You understand why the sweet boy had his mind on other things. You’d hate for him to get sidetracked from his passion for art, though. You pick up your phone and send him a message that he left his things at your place.

Message sent, you get cleaned up and are about to sit down for dinner when you remember to check your phone to see if you received a response. You did. Fergus tells you that he can’t get back this evening to get his things because he has to babysit his little sister. He asks if you can bring it with you to school the next day.

You ponder your next response for a moment. With a sly smile, you type, “So your parents aren’t at home tonight?”

The response comes back: “No. They went to see my cousin play football in Clive Falls.”

Clive Falls? Hmmmm... Even if it is a short game, it will be well after midnight before they can return home. You write back, “I’m going out tonight and will be near you. How about if I drop your stuff off at your home?”

You heart starts to speed up, and you feel a tingle between your legs in anticipation of his response. You imagine the cute ginger nervously weighing the pros and cons of what you offer. His youthful immaturity is probably rollercoasting between fantasies of you ripping his clothes off and silent rebukes to himself that you don’t mean anything by it. You also imagine that the hormones coursing through his teenage brain are rapidly overpowering his **** and that the adrenaline rush at the thought of having forbidden sex in his own house while his parents are away will soon give you the response you want. You aren’t disappointed.

“That would be super.”

You remember his last words to you before leaving your apartment, and you consider asking him whether any of his friends might be coming over to help babysit. That would definitely add to the excitement, but it could also be pushing things well past the acceptable danger risks.