The Sweater Diary: Tuesday

Tuesday

I dreamed about the sweater all night.  But today school was lousy and I just wanted to get out.  If I cycled home fast I could have the place to myself for half an hour before Lisa got home.  Mom and Dad weren’t home till 5:30pm at the earliest.

So I busted it home and went right upstairs.  Yes, there it was, right there on her shelf.  I grabbed it, rolled it up, and put the sweater on the edge of Lisa’s bed.  Slowly, I took my hard thing out letting my pants fall down around my ankles and gently started pumping, making the sweater take it.  Damn, this feels so good.  Getting so close so quickly, then…what? A car door slamming?  Lisa got a ride home, and now the front door was opening.  I moved like a ninja:  pulling up pants, putting the sweater back on the shelf.  Out of her room and down the hall into mine like nothing happened.

Lisa comes upstairs. “Hi Tom,” she says to me, and goes into her room with her friend Talya.  Everything’s cool until I remember I left my backpack right outside her door.  I never do that.  Damn.  I’m waiting for her to say something, but she doesn’t.  I figure I’ll go downstairs to get a drink, come back up and grab my backpack casually.  As I walk past Lisa’s open door, Talya glances up and we make eye-contact, reminding me how cute she is and how tight she wears her jeans.  Jeez.  My thing is still half-stiff reminding me of unfinished business.

When I come back upstairs the girls are yapping about nothing in Lisa’s doorway.  She motions almost imperceptibly with her foot at my backpack, rolling her eyes simultaneously.  I lean down to grab the backpack, and without losing stride whisper, “Bite me, so only Lisa can hear, then quickly disappear back into my room.  It’s impossible not to notice Talya’s ass trying to escape from the prison of her jeans.

The girls go down to the living room to talk and watch TV.  Like everything they do is so precious.  From the edge of the banister on the second floor, I could see them from behind, sitting in Mom and Dad’s chairs facing the TV.  Talya’s legs are stretched out so incredibly long, her hair in a high pony tail exposing the back of her neck, and Lisa’s tits so gravity-defiant.  I lay down quietly on the floor overlooking the edge of the banister, pulled it out and pumped it off, finishing the job while focusing on their sexy motionless body parts sitting in chairs.  Still, I needed the sweater.

To be continued…

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