She pretty much kept to herself, offering a wave here and there to the others only because she didnt want to seem like a total bitch. Insurance was a ...essisity in which something being nice had nothing to do with. If you were gonna drive an automobile, you hade to have it. Sasha pulled up in the parking lot at 8:56am, carried by her Jeep Grand Cherokee that she treasured. Stepping out she wore black mary-jane heels with a white and black free flowing skirt that was barely inches below her. “Ah, Katey, you are so innocent!” I smiled up at him as we stood in the park behind the shopping mall. Tim had volunteered to walk me home after work, a part time job I had after college some nights and Saturdays at McDonalds. He was my manager and I was flattered by the attention of someone older, hence I had agreed to take the walk with him. It was to be my first semi-romance. I must have been about 18. I kind of knew what “walk home” meant. I was a teenager who was excited and exploring new. ”“Oh, okay,” she said, her eyes flicking down my body. I was so aware I was only wearing shorts, my dick growing hard as I tried not to ogle my mom’s cleavage. She shook her head and hastily said, “Good night, honey.” Then she hurried around me, walking as fast as possible without it being a run. She opened her bedroom door at the end of the hall and vanished through it, closing it hard.I blinked at that. “What’s up with her?”Frowning, I headed to my bedroom, stripping out of my shorts, wearing. “Bradley and me are going into town for a bit of shopping, can you stay here with the girls honey?” Felicity said. “No problems Flicy,” I responded. I relaxed by the pool whilst the girls swam and splashed around. I sat there sunbathing, in my large rimmed straw hat and shades, and regularly oiled myself, adjusting my bikini. By the end of the day I had triangular bikini marks over my breasts which I loved! The rest of the week carried on this way, but with Bradley and Felicity spending days.