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left for soccer practice early hoping that by getting there early coach would let him leave early. That was a good plan until "Thad" mouthed off at practice which resulted in the whole team having to run extra laps at the end of practice.

He texted his mom before he left practice. "Sorry Mom I know we have company on the way. b home soon". Almost instantaneously she responds "They are already here sitting down for dinner now"

Ben Hurried home to find his company already eating dinner. He rushed into the dining room with his thin cotton shirt damp from sweat. He was still pumped from his work out.

"You guys I am so sorry, my team is getting ready for state finals and coach held us a little late"

My eyes scan the table until I saw her.... My parents friends daughter. I smiled. I had not seen her since I was 8, back when girls were still kind of gross.... But now she was everything but that.
 
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Lily wasn't looking forward to this 'vacation' her parents had planned for them. It was a road trip across the states for the summer before she entered college. They would be traveling with some old family friends that Lily hadn't seen in years. Apparently they had a son, but the last she remembered of him was the snot-nosed brat who'd torn the head off her favorite Ken doll. Seriously, that had been her favorite!

"Mom, is this really necessary? We're leaving in the camper with them next week. I don't think we need to have dinner with them. I wanted to spend time with all my friends this week," she complained, shuffling moodily up the walkway to her parents' friends' house.

"Yes, it is. I want you to feel comfortable with them before we get going. We are going to be living with them for two whole months, after all."

Like she'd be able to get comfortable with them in one night, Lily thought, but she didn't voice this opinion aloud. Her parents were going to pay for her college, and lately their favorite pastime was to threaten her with the possibility of that being taken away whenever she acted sassy towards them. Thus, that threat had led to her going on this god awful road trip with them.

She currently sat at the table of these strangers' house, getting strange grey potatoes shoved on her plate. She hoped her mom would be the one cooking on this trip. She was just about to take a hesitant bite when a door nearby slammed shut and the snot nosed kid she'd remembered rushed in the door.

"You guys I am so sorry. My team is getting ready for playoffs and coach held us a little late."

Lily looked up at the boy who was now a man she'd met many summers ago. He was about five inches taller than her, with messy brown hair and green eyes. He was still dressed in his shocker uniform. It clung to his frame from perspiration. Hmm. Perhaps this trip would not be so boring after all.
 
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"SO um yeah... I should go and get a shower?" I look around again.

"Wait do I need to get any bags or anything like that for anybody?"

Bens mom looks at him and says, "Lily is staying in the basement tonight, I am sure that she would love for you to carry her stuff down there for her before you get in the shower, just dont sweat on her stuff"

"Ok mom" I let out a sarcastic and yet playful response.

"Lily can I get your stuff for you?"
 
"I am?" Lily asked in disbelief. This was the first she'd heard of staying over. Were both their parents nuts?

"Yes, dear. We thought it would be a good idea, seeing as you'll be sleeping away from home for the next couple months!" her mom said cheerily.

They'd went nuts. Hadn't her mother already gone through menopause? And where was her father's voice of reason in all this? Were they both going through their mid life crisis at the same time?

"Yeah, I guess," Lily answered Ben as he grabbed my bag off the floor. She thought they were just loading up stuff in the camper today, not actually using it.

The two teens headed down to the basement, and once their parents were out of earshot, she said, "We're leaving next week, right? Kinda silly we're doing this. I think they're getting super over prepared. I hope your basement is furnished. I mean, sleeping in a camper is one thing, but I'd rather not sleep on the floor," she told him as they descended. "Not that I mean to sound rude or anything... Sorry."
 
"Ohh dont worry at all the basement is actually really cool, its more of a play room guest room kind of thing. You will like it"

I say this as I lead you down the stairs holding your stuff.

"Sorry about the confusion I guess they thought you would like to be in a big room with air conditioning and your own bathroom. "

We make it down stairs and you look around noticing that it is actually quite nice.

"So this couch pull out and makes a really nice bed, or theres the futon over there"

"The bathroom is right there"

I set your stuff down by the couch.

"Gosh Lily its crazy how long its been... I hope you arent still pissed at me over the ken doll" I grin... "I actually think I still have his head somewhere, I mean if you want it back?"
 
I was extremely pleased with the basement. My only complaint was that I'd love it too much and not want to leave on the camping trip. It was bound to happen. "No, this is great actually, thanks," I tell you with a slight smile.

When you bring up the Ken doll, I laugh openly, surprised you had even remembered. "Oh, I'm still mad about that. You'll have to make it up to me this summer," I say, still laughing. Perhaps the trip will not be as bad as I originally thought..."If you've got, then yes," I joke. "I'm surprised you even remembered."
 
“Haha.... poor Ken. How could I forget? You had me playing Barbies, which I have to say is pretty impressive that you were able to get me to do in the first place. But I guess I got tired of being Ken and tore his head off for some reason. You were so pissed you tore up one of my baseball cards!!” I look at you and smile. “But yeah I do owe you, just please dont make me play barbies with you again?”

I look you over a bit with out trying to be too obvious about it.

“So um yeah I probably should get a shower, Is there anything else I need to get for you or something?”
 
I smile in remembrance. I had been a huge fan of Barbies, but I'd liked seeing how far I could launch them off the swing set more than actually playing dress up. "I'd forgotten the bit about your baseball cards. I guess we're even then," I tell you. You have a great smile, I notice. It's one of those classic grins of sports stars.

I don't notice you checking me out, as I'm too busy checking out your basement. I was in short shorts and a pastel pink tank top. I didn't do frills, bells, or whistles, but preferred to keep things simple. The tank top was formfitting though, and a hint of my faded black bra could be seen through the thin fabric. When asked if I needed anything else, I replied, "So, what's going on? When exactly are we leaving on this trip? My parents don't tell me anything." I rolled my eyes in the direction of your stairs, where my parents were currently chatting with yours on the upper floor.
 
I listen to you as you ask for an update on the trip.

"Yeah I think that they had planned on leaving tomorrow but then my team qualified for state finals. Its in two days so after that I think we are leaving. I hope thats ok with you guys, I hate to hold the trip up and all. Honestly If our parents had their way we would probably leave right after the final whistle." I laugh sarcastically. "After that I really have no idea what is going to happen next all I know its going to be a long trip..." rolling my eyes a little. "But I am looking forward to it.... Its going to be fun to catch up with you."
 
"Oh okay, so I guess we'll be crashing at your place for a couple days?" I asked for confirmation, unsure how I felt about that idea. We'd driven two hours to have dinner with you and your family, which I did think was a little excessive, so I suppose it made sense to spend the few nights over your house before we left on the trip.

"I'll cheer you on at your soccer game," I assured you with a smile. "So what are your plans for next year? I know it's the cliche college question but I'm curious." I ask you with an easy smile. I haven't seen you in ages. We used to play a lot together as kids, but then my family had moved away and we hadn't spoken since, so naturally I was curious how you'd changed.

I noticed we were both standing awkwardly, and I crashed onto your couch. "Hey, sit down for a while. I don't care if you're sweaty," I tell you honestly.
 
You asked "Oh okay, so I guess we'll be crashing at your place for a couple days?"

"Yeah I think that you guys are going to stay here... Dad thought he would take you guys out on the boat at the lake tomorrow... I might go I just cant get worn out before the game and all"

"I would dig it to have you cheering at the game!!! We really need it, we've never really had cheerleaders.... I mean not that you are a cheerleader... I mean you could be..."

a little awkward....

"But um yeah, next year.... this sounds crazy but I am going to go and try an play soccer next year in Europe.... I have my whole life to go to college and all that stuff but while I am young I thought I might do something crazy and give it a shot."

Just as you crash on the couch my mom yells down... "Ben your dinner is getting cold"

"Yeah ummmm tell you what how about I take a quick shower and grab a bite to eat... then we can umm go for a walk or watch a movie.. or launch barbies or something?"
 
The excitement shone in my face when you mentioned a boat ride. Ever since moving from the cost we'd been landlocked and so far from the water. I missed the smell of the ocean and the sea. "That would be awesome!" I expressed to you enthusiastically. "Hey, well you can just sun tan on the boat or something. It'll be boring without you. You gotta come."

I laughed a little, somewhat awkwardly at your cheerleader comment. "Honestly Ben have you already forgotten? You know I'd rather get down and dirty with the boys then prance around in some skimpy outfit," I told you.

Just as you began to tell me of your plans for the future, your mom's voice echoed down the stairs, calling you back to dinner. Slightly disappointed, but quickly shaking it off, I've got the whole summer with you, after all, I nod and say, laughing probably a little too loud at your Barbie comment. "You remembered! Sounds good. I'll set up down here while you eat and stuff."

I turn from you and begin to unzip my suitcase.
 
I head up stairs to quickly hop in the shower so I can head back down and hang out with you...

While in the shower it does not take long for me to starting thinking about you and your little shorts and your cute tank... I imagine sliding the straps off of your shoulders seeing a sexy black bra.... My hand reaches down and slowly strokes my cock. I imagine that it is your hand. My cock throbs.

I put some soap on my hand and stroke my cock imagining you giving me a hand job. Then pulling off your shorts to straddle me... And that is all it took. My hips buck forward releasing a hot rope of cum against the shower wall.

I lean into the wall, grinning at how little effort that took.

I soap up with some "Axe" for men. Knowing that the commercials are a complete lie but at the same time cracking up at the effect the brand portrays itself. It would make me smell nice which would be good.

I towel off and put some board shorts and a tee shirt on.

I walk through the dining room to find our parents on their third bottle of wine. They were so involved in retelling college stories that they hardly noticed me. I grabbed my plate and headed down stairs, knocking at the door at the bottom the stairs.
 
While you were away I was busy looking through my luggage, making sure I had everything I needed before we left in a few days. Looking through it now, I wished I had brought more sexy underwear. A slight blush forms on my cheeks as I think this. We were old friends, and here I was imaging you seeing my undergarments! I had to put things in perspective. We were going to be stuck in a small, cramped camper with our parents for two months. There probably wouldn't be much time for any hanky panky, not like I'd know what I was doing if the oppurtunity presented itself.

As embarressing as it was, I didn't have much experienced with boys. I didn't exactly present myself in a way that would entice them. I was more of a tom boy, and any boys I'd ever had a crush on always treated me more like "one of the guys" than a potential girlfriend. I hoped you wouldn't see me that way, or else this summer would be highly disappointing for me. Ah I needed to stop. I barely knew you, after all, although you remembered events from our childhood, and seemed like a genuine nice guy...

I was startled out of my musings by a knock on the basement door. "Come in," I inform you. When you do, you'll find me seated cross legged on your couch, rummaging through my bag. I notice you've brought down food, and I wonder if you'll let me mooch off your plate. I didn't eat much at dinner, but the chips looked safe enough. "You don't have to knock you know; this is your house," I laugh, shutting my bag and smiling at you.
 
"I already scared you just from knocking, I can't imagine if you had just looked up and saw the me stanging there"

I walk over and have a seat next to you. Laying my plate down and the leaning back in a very relaxed fashion.

"Dang I am worn out... Quite the practice today. "

I grab my plate and scoup some mashed potatoes into my mouth. Sitting back waiting to see what you are going to say or ask while I shove food into my hungry mouth. I wonder if I look like a pig right now and am hoping for some compassion over my hungered state.

My eyes scan around the room and notice your bag. I start to wonder a bit about what you have in it.... What kind of panties and bras... Then I wonder what size your boobs are, wondering if you are wearing some padded push up bra or not....
 
Despite the fact you were shoveling the food into your mouth like it was your last meal, I still deemed it appropriate to steal a few chips from your plate for my own consumption... and then a couple more... maybe just one more. I didn't even bother to ask, but placed my fingers right onto your plate, occasionally brushing against yours.

I wasn't turned off by your eating at all. I understood being hungry, trust me. "So you guys in the championships or something? What position do you play?" I ask you. I figure you must be more than just the water boy, given the good condition of your body.
 
"Yes well our team is in the state finals which is a pretty big deal for us. Our team has gotten a lot better."

I smile at you as you take another chip from my plate. I am kind of liking the forwardness of your personality.

"I play right midfielder, So I run alot, typically atleast 6 miles a game. Its a position where you play both defense and office so I am all over the place"

I sit back feeling more comfortable to notice you a bit more and loving your hot tomboyish ways....

"So what are you going to do next year?"
 
So that explains the chiseled body, I thought as you explained your position on the soccer team.

When asked what I was going to do next year, I leaned back beside you and said sheepishly, "Well I'm not sure. We don't really have enough money to send me to an expensive university. So I'm probably just gonna go to the local community college."
 
"Right on... well wanna go to Europe with me? Haha.....". I pause and think about what I am bout to say next. "Right on... Make sense I mean why waste money on an expensive school and all of that."... I pause and smile, "You totally should come to Europe with me!!!"
 
I laughed openly at you suggestion. It was all in jest, so I replied, "Let's see how we get along this summer first. If I don't want to kill you by the end of the summer, then maybe I'll be able to stand being with you in Europe too." I grinned at you.
 
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