Stacy

You’ve been trying to get with your classmate, Brooke, your whole senior year… but you haven’t had the courage to try… until now. Your hopes are up, as she invited you to her graduation party, so you headed over to her house a few hours before it was supposed to start.

Instead of Brooke— or her sister, Emma— answering the door, it’s her mom… and your jaw nearly hits the front step when you lay your eyes on her. You can see where the two girls get their stunning good looks: this woman is a total smoke show.

Oh, nonsense, you don’t have to leave…

Brooke’s mom tells you when you explain that you thought the party started sooner, and offer to come back later. She pulls you inside and says she wouldn’t mind a hand because her husband is out ferrying the his two stepdaughters to pick up a car load of Brooke’s friends.

You know, setting up and such…

She takes your hand and leads you into the kitchen, then resumes her prep. Glancing over her shoulder, she notices the way you’re looking at her and bites her lip.

See something you like?

… she asks, and begins moving things to one side of the kitchen island. You can’t believe you have the grit to tell her, but you do.

Yeah… you… you’re basically the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.

… you say through numb lips, and watch dazedly as she boosts herself up onto the island, holding your gaze. She beckons to you with a finger, a seductive “come hither,” gesture that makes your pants a little tighter.

Why don’t you come over here and do something about it? They won’t be back for at least another hour…