PollyWannaCracker
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"The House Guest"
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Paula "Polly" Davis teetered about on one high heel as she attempted to free a pebble from between her foot and the other heel. Movement in the direction of the house in which she'd been staying caught her attention, and looking up she caught sight of a someone who looked as surprised by her presence as she was of his.
"Hi," she said simply, unsure of what else to say.
She stood tall again, wiggling her foot about in a desperate attempt to dislodge the small stone. The movement caused her generous, C-cup breasts to jiggle about a bit within the skimpy black bikini top she was wearing. She couldn't help but notice that the young man noticed, causing her to smirk a bit. Polly liked when men noticed.
The pebble causing pain to her foot was the least of her issues right now, of course. Polly had been squatting in the temporarily vacant house for the past week and hadn't expected anyone to return for weeks, possibly months. And yet, here she was staring at one of the home's residents who likely was wondering who the fuck she was.
This might be easier to understand if we began at the beginning...
Polly was an instructor at Yoga Yoga, and the wifey part of the family who lived in this beautiful, comfortable, suburban home -- Carol Peters -- had been one of her students. Before and after classes, Polly had overheard Carol talking extensively and -- in Polly's opinion -- somewhat morbidly about how her husband's grandmother was on her death bed and would likely die in a few weeks, maybe a couple of months.
David Peters was the only relative of Granny who had even the slightest opportunity to be with the Ol' Lady during her final days. He was desperate to see that Granny didn't die alone, so he'd rented an apartment across the street from the rest home and the family was going to live there and visit her every day until death finally came to her.
David was a fairly successful novelist, so he could take off as much time as he wanted, Carol had told others at the studio, with Polly listening in. Carol herself made YouTube arts and crafts videos that she could do from the rented apartment just as easily as from home.
The only real drawback was that Carol's 18 year old son -- a high school senior -- would miss out on school. She'd said with confidence, "He's a super smart kid, thought, a genius. I'm sure he'll do just fine. He can get his work over the internet and his teachers record their lessons and play them over Zoom for home schooled kids, so there's that, too."
Polly had gotten involved in one of the conversations and had asked, "But won't he miss his friends."
"What friends?" Carol had asked, shocking Polly a bit. Carol laughed, then explained, "My son is a genius. But -- and I say this with all the love in my heart -- he's never been the social type. He's never really had many friends at school. He's shy, reserved. I honestly think he's scared to death of girls. He's never had a girl friend. In fact, I doubt he's ever kissed a girl before. It's shocking, too, because he's a good looking boy, and that's not just a mother's opinion. He is handsome, with a nice physique. I just ... I just think he's too introverted to really participate in the social relationships in which most boys his age do."
Polly had seen her conversations with Carol as an opportunity. She'd been sleeping in the back room of her friend's yoga studio after been evicted from her apartment, so learning that a house in the nearby 'burbs was going to be empty for weeks, possibly months, was a miracle.
So, the day the Davises pulled out of the driveway for their 1,200 mile drive, Polly was sitting in her own car down the block, waiting. She entered the home's backyard from the adjacent City Park, easily found a key that was poorly hidden under a rock at the back door, and headed inside.
Carol had mentioned that she'd hired House Keepers to visit the house daily to provide security and water the plants. Polly found the contract paperwork sitting on the kitchen island, called the service, and cancelled their visits, saying that Granny had died during the night and the trek away from home had been cancelled. Easy peasy.
Polly had enjoyed the home's great comfort for a week, checking the family's Facebook page three or four times a day for updates on Granny. All looked good for Polly: Granny was holding on but not improving, meaning that Carol and her men would be absent for a while longer.
And yet ... here Polly was looking into the eyes of Carol's son. She couldn't have known that David had convinced his wife that their son needed to be physically in school and that -- in David's opinion -- the teen could handle himself just fine on his own.
"So..." Polly said, finally finding something to say to the shocked young man. "You're probably wondering who I am and why I'm here."