“Sam, don’t say a word.” “You still want to deny that you played personal barber to Missy?” shetaunted me. “I’m serious Samantha. We’ll have a nice long talk about all of thisafter I get rid of Missy, but for now just keep quiet.” Sam looked irritated at my tone, but sat down and finally shut hermouth. I never call her Samantha, largely because she hates it. No doubt there’d be hell to pay once I got back upstairs, but at least she realized I wasn’t kidding around. “Allen, it’s rude to keep a guest waiting,” my mother called up. I hustled downstairs, hoping that Sam would stay in my room and keepquiet. Her obvious curiosity about what was going on seemed unlikely to wait long, so I was determined to get Missy out of my house as fast as I could manage. I can’t believe I just fucking said that. The most beautiful girl in school comes to my house unannounced and allI can think of is getting rid of her. I’m a sick, sick man. Of course the only other thing I could think about her was how close we came to fucking our brains out two weeks ago, and that road was dangerous. If for no other reason than I didn’t want my mom to see me sporting a giant erection. I opened the front door and no one was there. “We’re in the living room, honey.” I walked with trepidation towards my mom’s voice and saw that she hadnot only invited Missy in, but had also gotten her a glass of tea and biscuits, er, cookies. See my grandfather was British and my mom loved having tea. Of course she grew up mostly in the Southern U.S. (long story), so it was Sweet Tea instead of the traditional British … OK, you can probably tell by my rambling that I was nervous as hell. “Allen, you never told me that you were friends with Missy,” my momplayfully scolded in that way that mothers do when a mate they think is out of their son’s league is in the house. “Well, we, um…,” I stammered. Missy thankfully saved me from having to come up with something betweena bald faced lie, and a truth that would make my mother do a spit take on the living room carpet. “I had a chance to do some modeling last weekend Mrs. Jacobi. It was agreat opportunity, but I was soooo nervous about it. Allen really helped to boost my confidence.” “Well that’s just wonderful,” my thankfully clueless mother enthused. I should mention that I hadn’t really seen Missy up to this pointbecause the couch she was in had its back to me. As I rounded the corner to take a seat in the chair opposite her I found all thoughts of getting rid of her fled immediately because every thump of my escalating heart rate jammed more blood towards my quickly swelling crotch. Luckily my mother was looking at Missy and not me so I was able to adjust myself while sitting to cover my arousal. The luscious beauty had apparently come from dance class because she wassporting a black leotard that left little to the imagination. Clearly a bra was not part of the equation as I could see her nipples poking out proudly in the cool air of our house. The only other piece of clothing she bore was a pair of should be illegal cut off jean shorts that made Daisy Dukes look like granny panties. When she shifted to… Read the rest of A Close Shave - Part 2
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