Attitude problem?

[seven n some]

CHARACTER: Johnny Morrison
The captain of his school's soccer team, Johnny is a very attractive and well-built 18-year old. His team depends on him due to his incredible skill when it comes to the game, but as far as his attitude goes, everybody seems to have a problem. Johnny likes bossing people around and telling everybody what to do. He even tries to order the coach, but nobody minds due to his skill, and hence, Johnny keeps on being the way he is.

IC:

I stood there after the game, covered in sweat, waiting for my ride. Mom's gonna be late again, I thought. It was pretty fucked up that I was 18 and getting picked up by my mom, but oh well.

My friend Lisa passed by me as I stood on the sidewalk and waved hello. I smiled at her and waved back as my cell phone went off.

"Hello, Johnny?" It was my mom. "I'm not gonna be able to pick you up, I'm going to have to work late at the office. Dad won't be home either until most likely tomorrow morning, as you know."

Great, just what I needed. "Great, just great. So how do I get home now?"

"My friend is going to pick you up. You remember Miss Rena, right? Of course you do. She should be there any minute now, I gotta go, BYE!"

I hung up without responding, a bit annoyed. Sure I remember Sonya Rena, and I remembered her as being annoying. She always told me I've got an attitude problem. Fuck that.

She was sort of hot though. In her early 30s, pretty face, beautiful long black hair and a body any man would kill for. Hell, even I had spent a few nights thinking about her while jacking off.

And there she was, pulling up right in front of me only a few minutes later. She rolled the passenger side window down and looked up at me, smiling. "Get in!" and so I did, greeting her with a simple and lifeless "Hi."

As she pulled back into the lane, she looked towards me. "So, how was the game?" What a bullshit question, I thought. "You know you don't really care, so don't ask. No need to be nice, you're most likely pissed off that my mom made you pick me up."

 

[seven n some]

no takers, huh?

 

[Zarai]

Sonya Rena

So, how was the game?

Keeping a smile on my face at his reply, I shook my head.

Of course not, I don't mind at all. Your mother knows she can count on me.

Chuckling as I turned my eyes back to the road, I remarked,

I see your attitude hasn't improved much however.

Shaking my head, I concentrated on driving. Johnny's mother was one of my best friends, and I'd always do any favors for her. But she really needed to do something with her son. The boy had the worst attitude I'd ever seen. He had a wonderful home, great family, never needing anything, but yet he never seemed happy. The only time he even remotely resembled content was if he was ordering someone around. Shrugging, I glanced at him again. He wasn't my son, and I didn't see him that often, so I supposed it didn't really matter.

My eyes traveled over him quickly, before I forced them back to the road in front of me. I had to remind herself that he was only 18. He was growing into quite a handsome thing, the sweat dripping off his brow, his powerful leg muscles tense as he sat there scowling at me. Squirming slightly in my seat, I readjusted my short white skirt to be sure it was pulled down as far as I could make it, to cover my tanned thighs as much as I could.

 

[seven n some]

Johnny

As Miss Rena spoke to me, I couldn't help but notice that sexy little skirt she was wearing. Damn, damn, damn, I thought to myself... how I would love to see what's underneath.

Then I realized that Miss Rena said something about me having an attitude. I wasn't sure what she said exactly because I was too busy fantasizing about what color her panties could be, but I knew I wasn't about to let her judge me.

"I don't have an attitude... what the hell, why does everybody think that?"

I moved my eyes from Miss Rena's skirt to the road in front of us, wondering how I was going to survive with someone so annoying for the next ten or fiteen minutes that was left of this ride.

 

[Zarai]

Miss Rena

Trying not to look at him and get distracted again, I simply shrugged as I answered.

Negativity Johnny, always negative with you. Life would be so much more pleasant if you'd just look on the bright side once in awile.

Looking at him from the corner of my eye, I noticed he looked a bit uncomfortable. I also noticed how hot he looked. When had he grown up into this virile young man. Before I could stop myself, I reached over and pushed a lock of hair out of his face so I could admire his strong jawline. Even though it was set with a scowl at the moment.

Squirming again in my seat, I could feel wetness seeping through the thin silk panties I had worn. I couldn't believe I was getting this turned on by an 18 year old boy. I really needed to go and find a date tonight.

Remembering what his mother had told me, I bit my lip in frustration. My finding a fuck... a date.. would have to wait. Smiling again, I looked at him, forcing my eyes to his face and not his legs.

So your mom told me she's not going to be home in time for dinner and that your dad was out of town. Did you want to stop for something to eat? Or we could stop at my house on the way and I could cook something if you'd like.

 

[seven n some]

Johnny

Why wouldn't she stop talking? If she kept this up, I wouldn't be able to take it...

So your mom told me she's not going to be home in time for dinner and that your dad was out of town. Did you want to stop for something to eat? Or we could stop at my house on the way and I could cook something if you'd like.

Was she serious? I couldn't spend any more time with this damn lady, and she should know that... but I guess she doesn't realize how annoying she is.

But, but, but... the thoughts in my head, how could I pass up the opportunity to hang out with such a fine and hot woman? She wanted to cook for me? New thoughts popped into my head, because after all, Miss Rena and I would be all alone at her place... or my place...

"Ahh, you don't have to go through the trouble... I mean, if you want to... okay, but I bet my mom put you up to this. She did, right? Cuz she can't even friggin' cook for me... damn."