The Sweater Diary: Monday

Monday

I’m at home minding my own business when mom practically sings out, “Tom, come down here! Lisa’s opening presents!”  I didn’t care that she was in grade twelve and I was only in grade eleven.  I didn’t care that she was staying with us for the rest of the school year.  I didn’t even like her much.  But I knew two things:  first she had the best set of tits out of all the high school girls and second, her friends were super hot.  And bringing even more attention to her breasts, Mom and Dad got her an angora sweater.  Lisa’s birthday and my mom and dad buy her a light pink, remarkably soft, angora sweater.

Mom and Dad were great friends with Lisa’s parents, but to me they were just the super rich people next door.  They left for the entire months of May and June for an opportunity to go hiking in Peru to some magical place called Machu Picchu or something.  I was still trying to figure out how to pronounce the place by the time Mom and Dad insisted that Lisa stay with us while they were gone.

Anyway, the sweater didn’t help much.  Damn.  I just wanted to touch it.  It looked so soft.  Of course she had to try it on and then come bouncing back into the living room.  I couldn’t look at her; at least, not above the neck.

After her birthday dinner, Lisa went out to “celebrate”, because she’s such a socialite … or at least that’s what she keeps telling me.  So I waited till Mom and Dad were safely planted in front of the TV then went upstairs and sneaked into Lisa’s room to borrow the sweater.  I took it back to my room and closed the door.  Maybe I shouldn’t have.  But my pants were coming off and my dick was responding to the sweater like a magnet.  I wrapped the edge of the angora sleeve around my thing and started playing.  Still, I was nervous about Lisa coming home, and Mom and Dad right downstairs, but it felt so fucking good, so silky, like it was caressing me.  I closed my eyes and pictured Julie from Science class:  her sexy red fingernails firmly wrapped around my cock, stroking it unyieldingly. No…stop.  Shouldn’t be doing this. But it was too late.  I was there.  At least I was smart enough to move away from the sweater and finish elsewhere.  I cleaned up quickly and put the sweater back in Lisa’s room, just perfect.  No one knew.  No one suspected.  But I wanted more.

To be continued…