This choice: Stay with Jason as he experiments further with the phone. • Go Back...Chapter #7Go on, take the cell phone and run... by: Unknown Jason walked back to his house at a brisk pace, fighting the urge to break into an all out run. He alternated between taking glances over his shoulder and locking/unlocking Laura's iPhone to look at the insane virtual body of Laura's that somehow had become HER ACTUAL BODY. He kept expecting Laura to be charging down the street after him, the look of anger that had been evident on her face as she searched fruitlessly for the phone etched in his memory. The continuous cycle of fear and arousal kept him on his toes and punch drunk with anticipation for doing more experimenting with the phone all the way to the front door of his mothers duplex.
"Jason?" A feminine voice startled him as he was sneaking yet another peek at virtual Laura (who now apparently had a towel wrapped around her waist) and attempting to unlock the front door. He fumbled the phone, nearly dropping it as he turned to face the speaker. His mouth hung open slightly as he was eye to eye with a stunning young woman he knew he recognized. His mind spun sluggishly, trying to regain traction and move away from thoughts of Laura and her iPhone.
"Hi," he said finally, throwing out the word like a verbal barrier to allow his brain time to catch up. He and his mother shared the duplex with an elderly woman, this was her niece or granddaughter or something. Kaylee? Caitlan? Aileen? Kiersten?
"Wow, long time no see, you've gotten tall." He felt blinded by her smile, damn she was gorgeous. Don't stare at her boobs, don't stare at her boobs, he cleared his throat and hoped he hadn't said that out loud.
"Yea, I think it's been what, since last summer?" Danielle? Traci? She usually came over for a week or two during the summer, he seemed to recall she was a personal trainer or fitness instructor or something. Her body was solidly curvy, well built, athletic and her C or D cup breasts were all but spilling out of the tight tank top that had been raggedly cut to expose both her toned abs and her generous cleavage. Jasons mind wandered back a few years ago to when she still in high school and not nearly as athletic, her breasts had been in the F or G range then but even now, in contrast to her tight body they were spectacular. She swept her long wavy brown hair away from her face with an easy laugh and Jasons eye traced the arc of her noticeable bicep.
"Something like that, is your mom in? I broke the paddle to my Kayak," she jerked her thumb at the driveway behind her where a small red car had the familiar shape of a kayak strapped to it, "Your mom said you guys might have one laying around you weren't using, I was hoping to borrow it."
Jason seemed to remember seeing a kayak laying around in the garage somewhere and the paddle was probably lurking about as well but he couldn't remember the last time either had been used. He shrugged. "I'll take a look, if I find it I'll let you know, Donna," he tried hard not to make the name sound like a question. He had never talked to her this much before and had CERTAINLY never been this close to her and definitely never thought she WOULD have a reason to talk to him. She was older than he was, in her mid 20s he was pretty sure.
"Thanks Jason," she didn't correct him so he must have remembered right. She flashed another smile and turned back to her Aunt (grandmas?) half of the duplex. Jason watched her shapely ass clad in tight spandex micro bike shorts before he remembered the phone in his hand again. He quickly unlocked the front door, slipped inside and locked it behind himself again with a sigh of relief. "Time to see what this baby can do," Jason muttered as he unlocked the phone and ogled Laura one more time before dismissing her profile and opening another.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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