Robinson was on the porch as we walked up. I immediately began to feel better about having to help out as I saw that Mrs. Robinson was at least ten ye...rs younger than my mom. She was not like the hottie cheerleaders I went to school with and jacked off thinking about so many times. But she was good looking with big tits and a nice ass that her cutoffs were showing off so well. She had blond hair and the most stunning blue eyes I had ever seen.“Hi Linda! Is this my helper for the day?” She asked. I pulled myself up so I was leant up against my pillows, reached over and took my glasses off the nightstand, sliding them onto my face as I flung the covers off my legs and swung them out of bed. At this point I wondered why on earth I still had all my clothes on. But came to the assumption that I got so hammered out with the girls last night that they’d had to help me into bed. I rubbed my head and tried to remember details of last night but they remained a blur. Images of the beach, Mac’s. I stretched out on my bed with a silly grin on my face. I know it’s something that will probably never happen, and maybe that's what makes it all the more exciting. I began to play back our conversation in my head; nothing really sexual ever came up but his voice made my body tingle. I let my hands begin to wander, first teasing my nipples through my thin cotton t-shirt, making them hard and then moving down my flat tummy. As his laugh echoed in my mind I let my fingers find the bottom hem of. "Today, before school."A chuckle escaped through Lance's sobs. "Bitch." I know, right."Zoey took Lance's hand and started gently caressing it. She looked downand saw the nail polish was gone. "You removed your nail polish." Yesterday. I don't know what to do. I, I'm not sure I can keep doingthis, Zoey." I'll support you in your decision. If you want to stop, you can. If youwant to keep going, I'll be in your corner. Lance, our friendship meansmore to me than this stupid bet. I know it's.