Carol picked her way through the debris that scattered the living room floor.
“For god’s sake, Andy, can you not tidy up a little bit at least? You’re seventeen years of age. Dave is coming round and I don't want the flat to look like a pigsty.”
Andy rolled his eyes. His mum was obsessed with her new fella, Dave. Andy liked Dave. He had a wicked sense of humour and treated Andy like a grown-up instead of some little kid. Dave was a big guy. He worked as a security guard at the university and Andy couldn’t imagine anyone arguing with him. He was the stereotypical big black man.
Dave had been seeing Andy’s mum for about three months and they seemed to be getting serious. Dave had mentioned once he had a daughter around the same age as Andy but they went to different schools and he’d never met her.
Andy’s mum came into the living room again and seeing Andy still sprawled on the sofa, gave an exasperated screech and began tidying up. She picked a cushion up off the floor, threw it at Andy, and then looked at him. She tilted her head to one side in that pose that Andy knew something bad was about to happen.
“You like Dave, don’t you?”
This question completely threw Andy. Of all the things he expected her to say, this wasn’t one of them.
“Um, well sure… he seems sound enough… and you like him… so… umm…” Andy faltered.
“Good,” his mum smiled. “Dave’s had a problem with his flat so he’s going to move in with us for a while.”
Andy nodded. “O.K. That’s no problem.” But by the way his Mum was standing, Andy knew there was more.
“Well, his daughter, Joolz, will be moving in too.” Her manner became brisk like she was glad she’d got that over with. “So you’d better smarten yourself up with a young lady in the house.”
With that, she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Andy had never lived with anyone other than his mum. His Dad had left when he was little and it had always just been the two of them. He wondered what it’d be like with Dave and his daughter in the house. He figured his mum was right and he should try and make a good impression so he pulled himself off the sofa and gathered up the cups, plates and empty crisp wrappers and took them through to the kitchen.
“Thanks, love.” His mum tousled his ginger hair and he shrugged her hand away.
“I got to go to school. Catch you later?”
When Andy came home from football practice after school, he’d forgotten that Dave and his daughter were going to be staying with them. He wandered into the kitchen to ask his mum what was for dinner but stopped dead when he saw a stunner of a girl sitting at the kitchen table.
She was beautiful. Her skin was as black as Dave’s and when she looked up and stared at him with her big brown eyes, Andy felt like he was falling into an abyss.
“Uh, um, hi,” Andy managed to blurt out, his tongue seemed to have swollen to three times its normal size as he tried to appear cool and interesting. Instead, he just sounded like a mix of the local weirdo and the village idiot.
“Sorry, I got to go,” he apologised, turned and fled the room. Once inside his bedroom, he flung himself on the bed. ‘Fuck, fuck fuck,’ he thought. How was he going to cope with living with her under the same roof? This girl was gorgeous.
He got changed, took a few deep breaths. OK, so he was a spotty, pale-skinned ginger and she was stunning looking, but fuck it, it was his house, or his Mum’s even. He summoned up the courage to return to the kitchen. Joolz was now standing at the cooker stirring the spaghetti bolognese sauce so he got the perfect view of her tight ass as well.
She was wearing her school uniform and Andy saw she was from the other side of town. No wonder he’d never seen her before. He knew he’d have remembered her.
“Your mum and Dave have gone out.”, she informed him without turning around. “They’ll be back soon. They’ve just gone to the shops.”
Andy nodded, even though she couldn’t see him.
“So... um... I’m Andy.”
“I know. I’m guessing you know I’m Joolz?”
She turned and smiled. Andy felt his cock stirring in his jeans.
Andy blushed. “Um.. yeah.”
“Are you always this talkative?”
Andy grimaced. He was sure she was outright flirting with him, the way she stood by the hob, with her hip out and a hand on her waist.
“Um.. no,” Andy laughed and with that, the ice was broken.
Over the next couple of weeks, they fell into a nervy routine. Andy tried his best to be tidier but more and more, Joolz was featuring in his masturbation fantasies. Joolz seemed to go out of her way to flaunt herself in front of him. If she was kneeling, searching for a DVD to watch, her arse was sticking out and he could see the outline of her knickers through the leggings.
And then it happened. He was heading to the bathroom with an armful of laundry, ready to put it in the washing basket when the bathroom door opened and Joolz emerged, fresh from a shower after her athletics training.
She had a yellow towel wrapped around her, droplets of water glistened on her skin as she smiled and told him it was all his.
He opened the lid of the laundry basket but just as he let his clothes fall in, he saw the crumpled triangle of teal fabric. As his clothes landed in the basket, his brain caught up with him and he realised what he just saw. He glanced behind him. The hallway was empty. He quietly closed the door and locked it. He reached in and quickly pulled his clothes out again, then held up the prize. A pair of teal panties. He glanced at the label. Size 10. He turned them over in his hands. There was a stain on the gusset. Slowly, reverently, he raised the stained fabric to his nose and inhaled her scent.
His cock was throbbing. He slid a hand inside his trackie bottoms and gripped his cock. He rubbed quickly as her scent short-circuited his brain. He pulled his cock out. The angry red cock head poked out of his fist with every stroke. He wrapped the panties around his cock. He threw his head back and gasped as he fired load after load of cum into the teal fabric, soiling them even more.