The doctor had told me to stay out of the hot tub for two months, and Dad was adamant in enforcing that ruling. For a while, about all I could do was ...o sit on the swimming pool steps while Tommy swam and dove. He did spend a lot of time with me on those steps, but I was slowly going nuts. I just was not used to the inactivity that I was forced to suffer through.I finally was able to function fairly normally just before school was out, and Tommy and I went back to my pitching practice. Man, did. His sandy brown hair looked a little shaggy but very sexy. Made more sexy by the stubble on his face. He got up to use the rest room and it was then I noticed his wonderfully fitted tee shirt and his even better fitting jeans. His arms were to die for. I felt the heat between my legs grow more intense. He turned around and smiled at me! I was so busted!! I immediately blushed and looked down. He returned shortly after with this devilish smile on his face and said "So I saw you checking me out!". When I had done as he’d said, I stood ready to do anything he asked.“Get on your knees.”He stood and walked around me, slowly looking me over. He stood in front of me and began to unbuckle his pants. I stared as first he opened his belt, then the button of his jeans, slid his zipper down and slipped his pants from around his waist. The bulge of his cock was obvious through his underwear and my mouth bent forward and mouthed his cock through the taut fabric.“Yea, you want more of that?," he. “I’m taking care of everything here, while mister just lays in bed in his boxers.” “Danielle…” you try to interrupt. “All you think about is sex. I’m doing the best I can and all you want is to fuck me right here in the kitchen,” she says as she looks at your boner. “Now leave me alone,” she softly says. You walk away from your angry girlfriend and put on some clothes. What Danielle said is not entirely true. It’s true that she does most of the work. She’s got a job to pay the rent, she.