Brent was not an idiot. He had been hit in the head a few times with a basketball, but he was never dumb by any means. He was moreover very interested in a certain redhead girl who wouldn't leave his thoughts, and sometimes love could make someone a dunce.
He rang the doorbell to her house and stood back, expecting his ginger girl to answer.
The door opened and there stood a tall girl in bug eyed sunglasses and a thin tank top that wasnt leaving anything to the imagination. Her nipples protruded fiercely and took the entirety of his attention while he remembered his manners. "Sorry, ma'am, is Bridgette home?"
The woman tsked and turned around. "Bri! Some loser is here to see you!"
"Send him up!"
"I'm not your doorman, come down here!"
Brent stepped inside and glanced at Bonnie again. She was wearing black cuttoff shorts and house slippers. The shorts were too long for him to see anything, of course, but they were just tight enough to see all that he wanted. His eyes flicked to the stairs where Bridgette was suddenly standing.
"And what would dad think if he knew a boy was here?"
Her eyebrows furrowed at her sister. "Don't tell him what I'm doing and I won't tell him what you're doing."
"Fair enough." Bonnie shrugged and walked towards the kitchen.
Brent watched her walk away, watched her ass saunter off before looking at bridgette. "You shouldnt talk to your mom like that."
Bridgette rolled her eyes and started to stomp up the stairs. "That's not my mom, that's my sister."
Brent's mind practically exploded. "Sister?"
"Yeah." she closed the door behind them and looke brent all over. "I've been thinking about you a lot, you know."
Brent let hert pull off his varsity jacket and push him onto her bed. Even though brents mind was fullef with thoughts of bridgettes sister he still allowed her to kiss hum and touch him. His hands slid up her thighs as she straddled him and tried to eel his way along her body.
Such had been the norm for a few weeks but for some reason, he couldnt find the want or desire he once had.
He pulled her shoulders lightly and pulled her face off his.
"What's the matter?"
Brent's eyes searched her face before he stood. "I gotta do homework or something..." He pulled his jacket on and started to walk out. "I'll just see you some other time."
Keep it togehter, Brent, nothing worse than a cheater that can't cheat right... he pushed open the door and physically froze when he saw Bonnie smoking something that smelled awful. His hand still lay flat on the screen door until she realized he was there and turned her head to admire the startled deer in headlights.
"Hey car boy," Bonnie gave a small smile. "Drive me to McDonalds, I'm starving."She exclaimed, pinching her roach out and tucking it into her pocket.
"S-sure." Brent gulped, watching the mysterious older girl climb into his car.
Keep your head in the game, Thompson, just let her get a burger and then bounce. He carefully climbed into the front seat and started the car, trying not to look at how her bare thighs looked splayed on his leather seats.
"You know what I don't understand?" Bonnie said, her words tumbling over one another.
"W-what?"
"Nobody paints their cars anything fun!" She threw her hands up as if this was the most serious problem in the world. "Your car is red, and I guess my dad's yellow car is cool, but I always thought more people would have pink and orange and aqua cars!"
