I looked over at the armchair, where James sat. Why the fuck are you sitting there looking all gormless for? I thought to myself.
It’s not that I hate James, it would be fair to say that I tolerate him, mainly because he lives at my house but we rarely bump into each other. This was one of those rare moments.
James is eighteen now, and my stepson. His mum and I split just over two years ago, and because James was in his last school year she told him he had to stay around here so as not to disrupt his schoolwork and future college plans. Secretly I think she didn’t want him around her anymore either.
There was nobody else involved in the breakup, no adultery was committed. She basically told me one day she was bored with her life, had quit her job and was moving to the other end of the country. Two days later she’d gone.
James is a typical teen. He always looks down and sulky, his floppy long hair down over his eyes and around his shoulders rarely brushed, his jeans always ripped, and dirty trainers. He is almost permanently connected to his skateboard or playing video games in his room. He’s a bit of a wimpy looking lad too. He still lived with me because he was at a local college, and my house was free lodgings. With him not working, I hadn’t bothered asking him for rent.
“Why don’t you go out somewhere, you look bored,” I told him.
“Yeah, right, going to the skate park then,” he murmured before slowly leaving the room.
The skate park idea didn’t surprise me, apart from that and college I wasn’t sure he visited anywhere else outside of the house. Having the house to myself now, I settled back onto my sofa to enjoy the programme I was watching.
A couple of days later James came into the kitchen to me, a smile on his face. Unsure as to whether I’d seen him smile before, it unnerved me.
“Erm, Danny, is it okay if I invite someone for tea tonight please?” he asked.
“Yeah sure, is it one of your college friends?”
“No, it’s my new girlfriend. I met her at the skate park the other night,” he answered excitedly.
“And how old is this girlfriend then?” I quizzed him.
“She’s eighteen, I found it she goes to my college too,” he replied.
I told him I was doing chicken and asked if that would be okay with them both, and he said she wasn’t vegetarian or anything so it should be fine. He wandered off looking pleased with himself. It was the most we’d spoken to each other for a while.
I was getting towards the end of preparing the meal when I heard them both come in.
“Danny, this is Sadie.”
I turned and my mouth almost dropped open. Sadie was very pretty, around five foot four inches tall. Her hair was long, past her shoulders at the back and sides with her long fringe covering one eye. Her hair was dyed jet black with bright pink at the front. Black eyeshadow and black eyeliner highlighted pale blue eyes that looked like little water droplets, her bright pink lipstick that matched her hair contrasted beautifully against her pale skin.
She wore denim shorts with rips across the thighs, with fishnet tights underneath. Her top looked like a black corset, pushing her breasts up so they looked like they were trying to escape. A black choker chain was around her neck, a silver chain with a winged dragon plunged into her cleavage from it.
“Hello Mister Davies, that chicken smells delicious, thanks for letting me visit.”
She sounded as good as she looked. What the fuck was she doing with James? I thought. Although she was almost half my thirty-five years, I could feel my cock stirring just setting eyes on her. I plated up for them, and making my excuses that I was going to leave them to it and eat later, I went and had a cold shower.
A couple of weeks later James asked if Sadie could stay overnight. Sadie giggled behind him and said she’d already told her parents she would be, as she’d told them how nice I was. I noticed she also had a bag with a change of clothes for the next day. I agreed.
I went to my room earlier than normal, leaving them watching a film downstairs. I heard them come upstairs late, Sadie giggling while James was telling her to wait until they were in his room. Not long after came the sounds of them having sex, I turned the sound up to drown them out, but they only lasted for about ten minutes then it went quiet. I waited for them to go again, but nothing.
I thought I’d heard the shower but wasn’t sure, then heard footsteps across the landing. I walked over and opened my bedroom door to look out, looking straight at Sadie walking back to James’s bedroom, the door was wide open and James fast asleep. She held a small towel in front of her, covering her bottom half but not the top. I couldn’t help but stare at her bare breasts, not overly large but firm and almost perfectly round. Although not fully erect, her protruding nipples were pointing at me.
“32B,” she said.
“What?” I asked
“My tits, I thought you might be trying to mentally measure them. Do you like them?” she giggled.
“They’re very nice, but should you be showing them to me?” I asked.
“Probably not, but you haven’t stop staring at them since you saw them,” she replied.
She swished her way past me, the towel opening at the back teasing a view of her naked arse. She got to James’s bedroom door, dropped the towel to the floor, and keeping her legs straight bent to pick it up. Her arse was perfection, her pussy lips slightly visible even with her legs together. She looked back towards me, put her hand to her mouth in pretend shock, then blew me a kiss and shut the door behind her. I went back to my bed and masturbated like crazy.
Nothing was said over the next few days. Sadie gave me a few sly glances and cheeky winks, but that had become the norm over the last few weeks, not just since she’d flashed herself at me. I put it down to her teasing me, but if she wanted to keep showing herself off I wasn’t going to stop her.
The weekend arrived and Sadie bounded into the kitchen like an excited puppy followed slowly by James.
“Hi Mister Davies, we’re watching a film later, do you want to watch it with us?” she asked, fluttering her eyelashes at me. James scowled at her asking me.
“Yeah sure, I wasn’t going out anyway so that would be great,” I answered, “And call me Danny, you’ve known me for weeks now.”
“Looking forward to it Danny,” she flirted.
She and James went upstairs for a bit, I could hear James asking her why she was flirting with me and had asked me to watch the film with them, Sadie telling him she wasn’t flirting, she was always like that. She told him she’d leave if it bothered him that much, and not stay over. James quickly asked her to stay.