"Sorry" I said dropping my head closing my phone throwing it back into the back plopping down on the bleachers. "What wrong" Mr.C asked. "Nothing" I s...id looking off as the sun set."Thats a lie" he told me trying to get his eyes connected with mine."Fine. My mothers husband wont come get me. and I live far from here. I usually ride the city bus then walk but I have no money" I told him. "Ill take you home" he volunteered. "No. no. Besides you have a wife to get home to" i said protesting. "I am. When I first arrived at her house, she answered the door and my usual staunch professionalism completely escaped me and I stood there frozen like an awkward, hormonally-imbalanced school boy. She had on a short, plaid skirt which showed off her amazingly smooth, glistening legs. Her too-small tube top exposed her sexy, flat mid-drift and accentuated her cleavage which, for a teen, is just absolutely insane. If I didn’t know better, I would say she has implants because her breasts are not. I like the drivin’, meetin’ new folk, all that.”“Don’t it get lonely?” “Yeah, but it ain’t so bad. I go home and visit my folks every so often.”“That don’t seem like no life, but I can’t judge. Say, I hate to ask but do you got any clothes I can borrow til mine dry? This shit’s uncomfortable.” She finally asked, having grown tired of trying to discreetly pull the wet jean fabric out from between her ass cheeks.“Sure thing, darlin’. Got all kinda shit in the back there. Go have a look-see.”She. She was wearing an even smaller bikini that barely covered her female parts. It was white and allowed a large expanse of her ass to hang out as she walked. The top barely covered her small breasts. He met her at the bottom of the steps, grabbed her and laid her on the steps. Holding her arms down, he kissed her and she responded by passionately kissing him back.Letting go of her arms she reached out and up, holding his head as she kissed him for several minutes. He pulled her skimpy top off.