The Two Tarvers

Jace shivered upstairs in his attic room, and was seriously considering going down to see Bridget, you know, just to warm up. He was also kinda hungry, even after eating pizza just an hour ago.

Deciding to prioritize food over warmth, Jace climbed out of bed and padded down to the bottom floor, where he discovered Peyton still watching TV.

“Hey.” Jace said, rubbing his face a little.

“Hey.” Peyton said in surprise, “I figured you’d be asleep by now.”

Jace yawned.

“Yeah, me too. I’m just down here for a snack.” Jace said. Peyton slid the blanket off of her and rose to her feet. She’d changed clothes at some point, into a cotton tank top that clung to her medium sized breasts, and some nylon short shorts which showed off all of her long, smooth, gorgeous legs.

“Let me show you where we keep the good stuff.” Peyton smiled, and she opened a door to reveal a pantry. She leaned forwards to ruffle through it a bit, and Jace tried not to ogle her ass as she did, but damn did she have a perfect one.

Peyton leaned back from the pantry, and held out to Jace a box of crackers. He didn’t recognize the brand, and assumed them to be something local.

“You headed up to bed or do you wanna watch something?” Peyton wondered. Jace considered the TV.

“Yeah, we can watch something.” Jace shrugged.

Jace and Peyton returned to the couch, and Peyton pulled her blanket back on, only on herself though.

“So, what kind of things do you do?” Peyton asked, “Any sports?”

“Yeah, I play on the football team at my high school. I watch a lot of volleyball too, as my cousin and one of my friends both play.” Jace said.

“Oh, really? I used to play volleyball in high school.” Peyton revealed.

“You’ve got the figure for it.” Jace complimented, “Isabelle and Emily, my cousin and my friend, don’t really have the right body type for it, but they’re really good anyway.”

“Are they short girls?” Peyton wondered.

“Isabelle is.” Jace said, “She’s the libero, though.”

“Oh, so it’s an advantage for her then.” Peyton nodded.

“Yep.” Jace said.

“I loved playing volleyball in high school, it was a lot of fun. I’m not going pro or anything, but I really enjoyed it.” Peyton shrugged.

“Was your team good?” Jace asked.

“We were pretty good. We were alright my sophomore and senior years, but we only lost once in my junior year.” Peyton said with a proud smile.

“Wow, that’s awesome!” Jace said, entirely genuinely. He knew how tough volleyball games could be.

“Do you guys play a lot of beach volleyball at Amethyst Shore?” Peyton wondered.

“Yup, a lot. Izzy makes me play with her all the time, so I’m not bad myself.” Jace said with a grin.

“Oh yeah? I might have to test your skills myself while you’re here.” Peyton smiled.

“Absolutely. So long as it’s an inside game. I’m not playing snow volleyball.” Jace said seriously.

Peyton laughed.

“A little volleyball game might be fun.” Peyton nodded.

“I’d wager I’m going to win.” Jace said with a smirk.

“Kiss my ass.” Peyton scoffed, “There’s no way that you’re going to beat me.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Jace winked, and the sexiest of flushes appeared on Peyton’s cheeks. It was a light flush, but unmistakable.

“So, what do you do for fun? Any hobbies?” Peyton asked, changing the subject.

Jace gave a shiver of cold, and then his voice quavered a little as he spoke, his jaw trembling a bit with how cold he was. Peyton scooted closer and lifted the edge of the blanket close to Jace and tossed it over him.

The blanket wasn’t particularly large, so Jace and Peyton did have to slid close together. One of Peyton’s long, smooth legs pressed up against Jace’s leg, and the blonde college girl was much closer now.

“Thanks.” Jace smiled.

“No problem. I’m sure that Honey Hollow must feel awful right now to someone who’s never left California.” Peyton said sympathetically. Jace nodded.

“Well, it’s much nicer around here in the summertime, if you ever wanna come back.” Peyton offered.

“Is this you inviting me?” Jace asked innocently. Peyton smiled.

“Maybe. You’re not bad to talk to. So, stop dodging my question, what do you do for fun?” Peyton pressed.

“Well, I’m at the beach a lot. Uh… I’m on the football team, like I said. Oh, I also play some Dungeons and Dragons with my best friend Amy, she loves those games.” Jace explained. Peyton raised her eyebrows.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“It’s a roleplaying game. It’s a high fantasy game, and you get with some of your friends and you hang out, have fun, and work your way through a bunch of different stories.” Jace tried his best to explain it.

“Huh.” Peyton said, and opened her mouth to say more, but then the front door opened and a man walked in.

The man had short black hair and green eyes, and was probably in his mid-forties.

“What is the meaning of this? Who are you?” the man, presumably Mr. Tarver, demanded.

“Uh… I’m Jace, sir. Jace Holland.” Jace said, unsure.

Peyton put her hand on Jace’s arm.

“This is the exchange student, Dad, from Amethyst Shore.” Peyton tried to smooth things over.

“Why are you sitting with him, cuddling on the couch?” Mr. Tarver scowled, as if just now noticing how close Jace and Peyton were.

“Because we’re sharing this blanket.” Peyton answered, entirely truthfully.

He scowled again.

“Peyton, go to your room.” Mr. Tarver snapped.

After seeing how much tenser she’d gotten since he entered the house, Jace half expected her to obey, but Peyton snorted.

“I’m 21, Dad, you don’t get to order me around anymore.” Peyton said defiantly.

“Oh? I found you cuddling with a boy three years your junior, entirely unsupervised.” Mr. Tarver shook his head derisively.

“Dad, stop being rude. Jace and I were just talking.” Peyton defended him.

“Uh huh.” Mr. Tarver scowled, clearly unbelieving.

“It’s fine.” Jace told Peyton who had opened her mouth to protest more. It closed, and she touched his arm again.

“You sure? You don’t have to let him bully you.” Peyton said in a lower voice.

“Yeah, it’s time for bed anyway.” Jace said. Peyton nodded, and to his total surprise she gave him a quick hug, possibly just to show her father that she could.

“Good night.” Peyton smiled sweetly, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Good night.” Jace replied with a smile of his own.

Jace headed to the stairs, and gave a quick goodnight to Mr. Tarver, who scowled at him.

As Jace climbed the steps, he heard Mr. Tarver tell Peyton to turn off the TV, they needed to have a long and serious chat.

Feeling bad for Peyton after that, Jace made it to the second floor landing and saw that the master bedroom door was left a little open.

Jace glanced downstairs where he could hear the start of a long-winded lecture building.

He had time.

Jace walked into the master bedroom and discovered Bridget laying there in a loose light pink colored robe. It went down to barely past her hips, and had a wide V that bared a lot of her chest and some tantalizing cleavage.

Jace couldn’t help but ogle her, and Bridget smirked.

“Hello, Jace.” she smiled playfully.

“Hey, Bridget.” Jace said, his eyes still absorbing her beauty.

She slid off of the bed and walked towards him. The way her breasts jiggled as she moved highlighted the fact that she was definitely not wearing a bra.

“You cold?” Bridget asked softly. Jace nodded.

“Very.” he said. She wrapped her arms around him, and he wrapped his arms tightly around her, enjoying the warm embrace.

“Mmm… as fun as this is, I’m not sure I can hold you all night to keep you warm.” Bridget laughed.

“Well, you could. The bed up there’s plenty big enough.” Jace said in a suggestive tone. Bridget smirked.

“I’m not sure about me spending the whole night with you, but come on. I’ll get you an extra blanket and we can go upstairs to the attic.” Bridget said. Jace gave her curvy body one last squeeze before releasing her.

Bridget was well aware of what was going on, he knew unquestionably. She led the way to the linen closet with her hips swaying, and Jace was so tempted to reach out and grab those hips.

When Bridget stopped walking, Jace ‘accidentally’ didn’t stop in time, and he pressed up against her from behind, feeling her curvy ass press back against his rather quickly hardening cock, and Bridget gave a little laugh, leaning back against Jace.

Feeling bold, Jace wrapped one of his arms around her stomach from behind, pulling her tighter back against him.

Bridget looked up and smiled at him.

“You should be more careful when you’re walking.” Bridget teased, blue eyes sparkling. Jace nodded, not releasing the caramel blond MILF just yet.

Bridget made no motion to escape the arm Jace had around her, she just casually opened the linen closet and considered it.

“Oh, the blankets are up top. Where did that ladder get to?” Bridget asked with a sigh.

“I can probably reach them.” Jace offered.

“No, I’ve got it. Maybe you could just give me a boost?” Bridget asked, smiling over her shoulder. Jace grinned and wrapped his other arm around Bridget, then lifted her up. Her curvy ass pressed back against his chest as he held the MILF aloft. She laughed at his movement, and grabbed the blanket.

“You can set me down now.” Bridget called lightly, and Jace dropped her back onto her feet.

She turned around, smiling still, and Jace’s eyes zeroed in on something incredible: one of Bridget’s large breasts had escaped the confines of her robe. The surprisingly hard nipple, the dark areola, the generous size… Jace was enraptured, and Bridget just gave the boy a playful smile.

“Oops, my bad.” Bridget teased, and she cupped her breast and slid it back inside the robe.

“Upstairs then?” she asked, sliding up alongside Jace.

“Definitely.” he grinned.

He and Bridget climbed the steps, with Jace following her. Ladies first, of course. He definitely wasn’t admiring her bare legs and her curvy ass. Bridget was wearing panties, Jace noticed, and the robe wasn’t long enough to hide that from Jace as he climbed the steps behind her.

The two came up into the attic, and Bridget unfurled the blanket, then tossed it onto the bed.

“Alright, test that out.” Bridget said, patting the bed. Jace climbed underneath the sheets and the new blanket, and settled in.

Jace looked at Bridget and extended an arm.

“I could be warmer.” Jace pressed, with the possibility of failure not even crossing his mind. It was possible, sure, but after all of the craziness that had happened today, his very first day here, Jace was feeling incredibly confident about his chances.

At the smile playing on her full lips, Jace could tell he’d won.

“Who am I to make you freeze?” Bridget sighed, but she was grinning as she climbed into the bed too, and cuddled up against Jace’s side, her generous pillows pressing to his chest as she allowed his outstretched arm to lower and wrap around her.

Bridget looked up at Jace, and they locked eyes for several moments.

“Good night, Jace.” was all she said, then laid her head on his chest.

“Good night, Bridget.” Jace said, and as the young man finally let sleep overcome him, a faint smile stayed on his lips.