Let him cook

Eighteen? Eight-Teen??

Eighteen wasn't a kid! Eighteen was barely still a teenager. Hardly that much younger than we were.

This wasn't some kid that didn't know what he was doing. This was an adult. A hormonal teen that knew exactly what he was doing, and knew Sarah would let him.

I mean, it wasn't too unusual hearing someone that age be called a 'kid' but that was normally done by someone way older than them.

It all made me feel uneasy, but I knew Sarah meant well. His size, attitude and awkwardness making her feel more mature compared to him. She was naturally falling into a mothering role, someone to guide and look after him.

And this guy, this 'kid', was taking advantage of her.

That uneasy feeling set in deeper, knowing she was out there alone with him. But I couldn't keep bringing up issues after assuring Sarah things were okay. Better to just trust Sarah wouldn't let him push things too far, make something in a hurry and get back out there.

I'd watch over her this weekend and get a read on Guy. Make sure he didn't do anything more than these 'hugs'. I could be blowing things out of proportion after all. Sarah was just naturally friendly with everyone, and he might just be taking that the wrong way.

If I explained things to Sarah and got her to set some firmer boundaries, I'm sure the kid would back off. Someone as smart as him wouldn't risk their friendship for a few overeager hugs. No, once he was set straight everything would be fine.

Which left right now as the riskiest time. But I could make something quick and be back out there in like half an hour.

What could they do in only half an hour?

"Hey guys dinner's read-"

Stepping out of the kitchen I found Sarah unpacking a boy of knick-knacks alone. A development that would have made me excited, if not for the fact that his bag was still here. Planted on top of the lounge.

What really caught my tongue though, was Sarah. For some reason she'd slipped out of the clothes she was wearing and into something a bit more.... casual...

"Perfect! We're just about ready!"

Sarah stood up and pulled her hands up to stretch them. The loose shirt she wore rising up and confirming my suspicions.

She'd taken off the tight yoga pants and replaced them with... nothing. The baggy white T she wore the only thing covering up her pink cotton panties. The shirt rode low enough that in a normal standing position it would just barely cover her, but with the slightest bend she'd be flashing anyone who was looking.

"Uhh, Sarah... why aren't you wearing pants?"

"Guy thought we should get more comfortable before putting everything away." Sarah said casually. "I'm surprised you noticed though! Guy said he couldn't tell."

"Did he now..." I said feeling a chill creeping over me.

"Yeah! He had me bend over, just like this." Sarah twirled around and leaned forward. Her shirt rising up and doing nothing to cover her ass. You could see her panties clinging onto the soft flesh of her ass. The way her legs curved into more intimate areas. The faintest outline of her lips, rubbing against that thin pink fabric.

She wasn't wearing a thong or anything, but still about half of her bare ass was exposed. Beautiful pale white skin, so soft and plump and flawless. Although there did seem to be a fading red mark on her left cheek. Half covered by those panties that dug into her supple flesh. She must have been sitting on something weird… what else would have made a mark like that?

"He had a good long look and told me it was perfect!" She flipped back up like nothing was wrong. Walking past me, kissing my cheek along the way. "I'll get the table up! Could you go grab Guy?"

I was stunned from having seen that much of her. The image of her panties tight against the most sensitive parts of her replaying over and over in my mind.

It was the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen, but it felt wrong at the same time. That bastard had tricked her into thinking she was covered up. Using her trusting nature to betray her. Take advantage of her.

There wasn't a shred of doubt left. He knew what he was doing and he'd keep doing it unless somebody set him straight. I'd promised Sarah I'd overlook his behaviour, but she wasn't seeing the extent of what he was doing. I know she wouldn't want me making a fuss, but if he was alone right now I could...

Wait, where was he anyways? The thought of leaving him alone with Sarah made me uneasy, but leaving him completely alone? I didn't like that one bit.

"Yeah, I'll get him." I called out to Sarah. "Where is he?"