“You won’t get to play with my new toys if you keep that up.”
I debated what that meant. It made me curious as to what Brook had bought for us to play on, so I reluctantly let her go.
“You are a ‘stupid boy,’ aren’t you?” Brook asked and then darted away from me.
I think she was right.
Brook stepped over to the keypad on the garage and punched in a code to open the garage door. Inside were two four-wheelers. This didn’t appear dangerous, so I decided I’d made the right call by not calling my mom to get permission. She tossed me a helmet.
“Follow me,” she said.
We jumped onto our four-wheelers, and Brook took it easy as we crossed the lawn towards the trails in the woods. When she entered the woods, she opened it up and shot forward, with me right behind her. The only problem was that it had rained Sunday, and Brook’s four-wheeler kicked up mud, so I had to back off. It was evident she had practiced: there were tire tracks on the trails.
We had a blast as we raced around her property. Something that worried me was that we’d chewed up the walking trails. After we’d ridden for almost an hour, Brook darted off the path and rode to the cabins by the lake. I, of course, followed her and stopped next to her.
I looked at her, and she and her four-wheeler were relatively clean. On the other hand, both my machine and I were covered in mud from chasing her through the woods. I jumped off my four-wheeler. Brook squeaked when she saw my condition and made a run for one of the cabins. She’d almost made it when I put my hand on the screen door to hold it closed. I held my arms straight out and had her boxed in. If Brook wanted to get past me, she would have to rub up against my muddy body.
“Don’t you dare,” she warned me.
“I think you sprayed me with mud on purpose,” I said with a menacing look.
“Maybe,” Brook said, and then giggled.
I looked at my reflection and saw a mess. I’d have to figure out how to clean my leathers without damaging them. Her eyes got big when I began to strip them off. When I hopped around to remove my pants, she took the opportunity to run into the cabin. I wore only my boxers as I followed her in.
“Take a shower,” she said and pointed to the bedroom.
I did as directed, came out with just a towel on, and found Brook naked in the bed. Instead of starting our usual wild monkey sex, I slowly walked up to the bed and lost my towel. She watched my half-hard member sway back and forth as I stepped over to her. There was desire in her eyes as she took in my naked form. I was equally pleased with what I saw before me. Brook may have been small in stature, but she wasn’t a delicate little flower. She had an athletic build, and her ‘B’ cup looked just right on her. She had a sexy, raspy voice that turned me on.
My member began to rise under Brook’s hungry stare. When I reached the bed, she rolled over, got on all fours, and met me at the edge of the bed like a sultry feline. She brought her face close to my package and licked it, an invitation that had Mr. Happy’s full attention. He stretched out to full length. I reached down and brushed Brook’s hair back so I could watch as she engulfed the first few inches. My hips gave a little twitch as I forced another inch into her mouth.
Brook looked up at me to make sure she had my full attention. When our eyes locked, she pushed forward and took all but the last inch down her throat. She gagged, jerked off my member and coughed.
“Holy cow, you almost had it,” I encouraged.
Brook grabbed my package and got a determined look. She licked it all over to make sure it was wet and then took me in her mouth again. I quivered in anticipation as I waited to see if she would try again. I didn’t have long to wait as she eased me into her mouth until the head touched the entrance to her throat. Brook then lunged forward and took me all the way until her lips met my pubic bone.
She held me there for a few seconds and then pulled off and gasped for breath. She then, quite literally, did me with her throat. It didn’t take long for me to get close to release.
“GrrrRRR, hffff,” comprised my incoherent two-second warning.
Brook pulled my member out of her mouth, and I shot an impressive jet into her right eye.
“Dammit, David!” she yelled as my knees began to unlock and I shot a blast into her hair, and then another one across her neck.
I just sat down on the floor and looked up as she sat back on the bed. Semen in the eye is not a good thing. It’s a real mood killer, and Brook looked pissed. I had a flash from the movie There’s Something About Mary when the title character thinks semen is hair gel.
“It hurts! What are you laughing at?” she asked.
“Come on. Let’s get your eye cleaned out,” I said, and helped Brook to the bathroom.
When she could see again, I put her in the shower to clean up. Of course, I had to make amends and help her wash her hair and get squeaky clean. She particularly liked the tool I used to clean her tight little kitty.
We got out of the shower, and Brook noticed the time.
“My parents’ll be home soon. We need to get back to the main house.”
I put my boxers back on and grabbed a towel to sit on. I didn’t feel like wearing my muddy gear. We raced up to the house, and I pulled my four-wheeler next to the garage so I could hose it down to get the mud off it. I was standing next to the garage in only my boxers with the hose in my hand when her parents pulled up. Ian and Ava got out of the car, and I acted as if it were perfectly normal for me to be in my boxers while washing their four-wheeler. Brook ruined it by looking guilty.
“Uh, I hate to ask, but why are you in just your underwear?” Ian asked.
“Brook told me that was the right way to clean the four-wheeler. She said that way I wouldn’t get my clothes wet,” I said as if I was that gullible.
“I did not, oh, uh, yeah, that’s what happened,” Brook said.
“I think something fell out of your fly,” Ava said as she pointed at me.
My head snapped down, and I saw she was teasing. I couldn’t help it, I blushed big-time.
“Maybe you should get dressed while Brook accompanies us into the house for a discussion. When you get done, feel free to join us,” Ian said.
I think her mom might be a mind-reader.
“No, you can’t just leave,” she said, as she hooked her arm under Brook’s and led her into the house.
Well, shit! The problem was that my clothes were in the house. I finished hosing the worst of the mud off the four-wheeler and then pushed it into the garage. All I could do was stand tall and walk to the house. I couldn’t leave anyway, because my keys were in my jeans. When I walked in the back door, Ava saw me and her eyebrows disappeared into her hairline.
“My clothes are in there,” I said, pointing to the guest bathroom.
I ignored the muffled laugh from her dad as I waltzed through their kitchen to the bathroom. I debated whether I should come out or wait until they turned in for the night, but figured I might as well face it. When I came out, Ava pointed at a seat next to Brook at the kitchen table. I sat next to my coconspirator.
“How long has this been going on?” Ian asked.
I beat Brook to the answer.
“Today was the first day we tried four-wheeling.”
Ian gave me a hard look, and I think Brook had held her breath because she gave a giant sigh of relief when Ava started to laugh. Ian couldn’t keep a straight face any longer. They’d known that Brook was sexually active for a couple of years. I was sure they knew we were. Thankfully, Ian took his lead from his wife.
“It’s not every day we find a half-naked boy in our yard,” Ava said.
“He got muddy,” Brook offered.
“That would explain why his hair’s wet. It doesn’t explain your hair,” Ava said, letting Brook know she hadn’t fooled anyone.