Jen had no idea how long I had really waited. Grinning like an idiot, I said, “I’m sure you’ll more than make it up to me.”
“Oh, I will, and I have to thank you for your help today, too, so I’ll have to find something fun to wear, and come up with a proper way to show my appreciation.”
I was hard as a rock from just her talking about coming over and had to adjust my shorts around my aching dick.
“Justin, speaking of your help … You know there’s a little competition going on at school for which team can do the most clean-up this weekend?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, seeing you’re going to get done so early, would you mind doing that little playground over on Smith Street?”
“Um, well, I was thinking of—” I started.
“Please, baby? I’ll be ever so grateful.”
“Well, maybe—”
“I’ll give you a special treat.” She gave that cock-stirring giggle again.
“Treat?” I repeated. Please mean what I think you mean!
“Sure, I figure if you’re going to clean for me I should get all dirty for you.” She sighed. “I’ve been thinking about giving you a nice blow job for awhile now, would that be a good reward?”
“I—hell, yeah!” I exclaimed, not caring if I sounded like an excited little kid.
“Yeah, baby, you want to feel these lips before those lips?” Jen laughed. “I do like to suck cock. Hopefully you’ll return the favor, you know, a kiss for a kiss.”
“That would only be fair,” I said, trying to sound more casual.
“I’m all about fair, Justin. But I just called to say hi and see how you were making out. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I look forward to it,” I replied. But she had already ended the call.
“Goddamn.” I put the phone back on the clip at my hip and forced myself to stand up.
Keeping my back to Sam, I adjusted the bulge in my shorts and turning, I picked up the container covering the remaining sandwich and slipped it into the backpack.
I slung it over my shoulder and I tried not to let my mind run wild with thoughts of what tomorrow would bring. A blow job before sex would get me off the hook for being quick. I wondered if Jen would swallow or spit, or maybe jack me off on her amazing tits.
I took a deep breath, pushing thoughts of Jen from my mind. I needed to start helping Sam before she started bitching, and do it without an obvious hard-on. My mind already on oral sex, I thought of what Sam had done with the banana and caught myself wondering if she swallowed? The thing about Sam was that if I asked, she would probably answer me, and fairly crudely.
Sam got upset when she was considered one of the guys, but she brought it on herself with the way she dressed and her language. Some of my friends and I had debated whether she was a freak or all talk. Personally, my feeling was she would be a wild ride, but not with just anyone. Sam had been with two guys that I knew of and had dated both for months before putting out.
“Hey! Helping is one thing, but I’m not doing this shit by myself,” she called out.
“That what you told your last boyfriend?” I joked. A quick check showed my cock was under control. I turned around in time for her retort.