Final Fling

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Simon Lambert
Age 18
High School Student
Plays soccer for his school and a b+ student , has a good number of friends but lacks a bit of self confidence when it comes to females made worse now that people were starting to think about who to take to the Prom in a few weeks.

IC


Simon put his bike in the garage, soccer practice had been called off and so he picked up a football and started kicking the ball against a wooden plank that he'd nailed to the garage last summer.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw his next door neighbour, and as always his eyes looked over her form , she was a babe, a mega babe and his friend Darren swore that he'd seen her in a mens magazine but that was most likely bullshit since Darren had failed to actually produce this magazine.

He knew she was getting married in a few months to her boyfriend who lived with her. Simon notice that she was looking at him, that never happened and then she started walking towards him.

Had she finally gotten sick of his stares? Or was she simply walking in his direction and would soon be heading elsewhere....
 
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IC

Simon didn't say anything for a few second, she was talking to him actually talking to him ...AND she knew his name.

He knew her's of course "Ah..ah " his nerves almost got the better of him "I'm fine thanks" his eyes widened he'd answered a question she hadn't asked.

She was so beautiful, was Darren right about her? did it matter.

"Sorry " he put his hand breifly to his face he knew he was going bright red "Hi um ..." THINK " nice weather we're having". As soon as the words got out his mind screamed 'oh thats brilliant where did you learn about women.... from a book?'
 
Simon looked at her body uncertain how to speak without saying something really dumb like 'two plus two is four' or 'why don't you take the rest of your clothes off'

"Um ...ah yeah I ah " was all he could get out for long minutes.

"Is there something I can do for you " he said finally "I don't mean to be rude I mean you may not what me to do anything and even if you did I shouldn't presume to think that you have only come to speak to me because you want something I mean ahh" the words came out in a tumble until the end when he decided to change the subject.

"My mom said you were getting married congratulations"
 
"Yeah sure " Simon said happy for the chance to spend more time with his neighbour, he'd never actually been inside the house but guessed by the exterior that it was similar to his own.

Flicked the football with the outside of his foot sending it into a small basket inside the garage some 10 feet away Simon said with a smile "I'm your man "

As he followed the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen his eyes flicked over her rear , it was like the rest of her body... world class
 
Oh there really was a box there, for a breif moment Simon had hoped it was a ruse but then that wasn't exactly reality.

"Yeah sure" Simon said happily.

Walking to the box he bent over and picked the box up...easily , walking the box to the cupboard he placed it where there was a space.

Then Simon turned around.
 
Simon's teenage mind sped ahead just as it had done many times in the past year . if only he was older , if only he was more confident, if only she was single.

"Yeah that would be great thank you"

Unsure what else to do he looked around the kitchen and then more words came out "Ah nice...um kitchen" he winced at that why couldn't he be like some of his friends who would know what to say to this incredible woman.
 
Simons eyes openned wide as he caught a look at her panties, he could hardly wait til he got home. THIS was absolutely going into the spank-bank.

He took the offered glass and the offered seat on a couch in a living area just off the kitchen.

Taking a sip and with his neighbour now seated next to him Simon said "This is nice, thank you " he meant the juice and yet he also meant this completely unexpected turn of events.

His eyes tried and failed not to flick over her body.
 
"Yeah well its nice to get to talk to you" had she just blushed? why?

Sure that he hadn't seen "I've wanted to talk to her since you know last year , my mom said that I should just say hi and that you don't bite...and well.....here I am in your house and you haven't bitten me so far" did I just say that Simon asked himself , the answer came back 'I can't believe you just said that'

"So um what do you do for a living" it was a lame question but as always his mouth went with the first thing that came to mind "You're a teacher aren't you mom said you were but didn't say which school"
 
"Yeah you must be a very popular teacher because you're so...ah" his eyes flicked along even more of her leg, this whole conversation was going into the spank-bank "...ah...well I had a teacher like you when I went to elementary school and everyone liked her because she was so beau...ah well liked"

Simon blushed deeply why couldn't he just say that she was beautiful? most of his friends would just say it, some of them would have made a move on her , engaged or not, regardless of the fact that she was so far out of anyone's league.

His mind worked furiously but instead of trying to find something else to say all it could think of was getting between her legs no matter how impossible that was.
 
Simon looked at her she'd be popular absolutely , whether she knew it or not , he recalled Miss Davidsaon his 4th grade teacher 5'10 blonde and seemingly perfect every boy in his class had a crush on her and in truth she was a big part of his spank bank catalouge.

Sophie was even more attractive.

The question about a girlfriend didn't surprise it seemed every adult asked him that most couldn't believe that he didn't.

Popular without having a flock , a jock a leading one as well even if it wasn't the most popular sport within the school, he'd been told that he was good looking and he tried to be friends with anyone he encountered.

None of this nerd jock dork hunk crap for him.

"No" a smile touch his face more than a little forced " No I'm not good with females" the smaile remained thou less forced as Simon added "they are a little scary"
 
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