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From: Jake Draper <fullofletters@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} I Know You Check Out My Ass 1/2 {Jake Draper} (Mf cons cheat  oral)
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Date: Sun, 02 Aug 2009 09:10:05 -0400
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This is my first story attempt and I'd appreciate any feedback, good or bad.
I have some other story ideas involving the two main characters that I'll be
working on. Thanks for reading.

Jake

I Know You Check Out My Ass 1/2

I have a pretty great life. I'm happily married to my lovely wife and have a
3 year-old boy. I teach at a small college in the east and have my summers
free. Not to brag, but it's pretty glorious life. My wife works year round
as an environmental compliance consultant and in the summer, I'm Mr. Mom.
Days are filled with running errands with The Kid, naptime, cooking and
trips to the play ground. The play ground is about a 3 minute walk from home
and it's on campus belonging to the college's daycare program, where The Kid
passes the time from late August though May. Since the daycare is associated
with the college a lot of professor's kids go there, so in the summer the
play ground is pretty empty with most kids in daycare maybe only once or
twice a week of at all to give parents a chance to get some work done in the
summer.  Last summer was the first time The Kid could really enjoy the
playground and we usually had the place to ourselves aside from another prof
and kid here and there. In late June when the high schools let out we did
have company maybe every other trip to the playground. A high school girl
and her little brother, probably the same age as The Kid, would be there
often and since The Kid is definitely an only child, we're still working on
that "sharing" idea. We'd just make sure we weren't on the slide at the same
time and just usually nod a hello or other non-committal greetings to each
other. Cute kids, both of them.

I completely forgot about our playground companion over the academic year
and nearly didn't recognize them when they showed up again this past June.
Well I recognized the little brother, but big sister certainly took me by
surprise. What a difference a year makes. Last summer she barely registered
aside from the fact that she seemed like a good kid that really took good
care of her brother and I had briefly consider asking her if she was
interested in a babysitting gig. I don't know what this girl did but 10
months ago she looked a regular high school kid, maybe even junior high. Not
awkward, but she it like she was all arms, legs, still growing into her body
and long, dark, always tousled, hair. Now here she was looking like someone
that could easily be one of my college students, possibly even passing as a
junior or even senior. She was graceful, even elegant, although all she was
wearing was sweats cut-off into capri style pants and lightweight hoodie.
Her dark hair was pulled up, casual yet neat. Looks like she had had it
colored to be nearly jet black or maybe it was too early in the summer for
the sun to have lightened yet. She was wearing those oversized, trendy and
glamorous sunglasses and I think I caught a glint of shiny stud in her one
nostril but I wasn't close enough to see and certainly didn't want to stare.
I gave her and the little boy the usual polite smile and nod as always,
hoping my face didn't give my surprise at how grown-up, how womanly, she had
become. While she looked much more mature she was still the same, playful,
attentive big sister. I've seen a number of other older siblings and
babysitters with toddlers at various playground and parks and it seems
they're always more concerned with texting or calling friends that whether
or not their little charge was upside on the monkey bars or eating rocks but
this young lady was different. The only time she fooled with her phone was
to check the time for when it was time to break out the goldfish crackers
and juice boxes from her backpack. Since her little brother was now talking
I heard him calling her Elise as he asked her to push him higher since he
had graduated to the big kid swings.

While keeping an eye on my little guy as we navigated monkey bars and bouncy
metal animals I couldn't help but sneak peeks here and there at Elise. She
definitely put on weight over the past year but that was a good thing. I've
never been one to go for the emaciated Olson twins look. Her build was more
pre-drug problem Lindsay Lohan; curvy, girlish, not out of shape but
healthy. More like a retro pin-up girl than skin and bones look most of the
college girls I teach aspire to. The next week she appeared at the
playground as well but my heart sank when she arrived with an extra man in
tow, this one of the boyfriend variety. Despite my initial irrational
jealous streak they seemed to be a very cute couple and their little charge
was having a blast with both of them. Oddly enough I actually begun to talk
over the next few weeks with the couple rather than just exchanging brief
greetings. Granted most of our conversations revolved around the weather,
countdowns to naptime and potty training progress but it was pleasant to be
more friendly with the only other adults around. I shouldn't be surprised
that it took a boyfriend to break the ice. I tend to reach out to my male
students and have more non-academic conversations with the guys just out of
fear of impropriety with female students. One unexpected by product of the
boyfriend's presence was an improvement in Elise's attire. Not that she
didn't look good in the sweats, basketball shorts and hoodies that were her
prior wardrobe I certainly enjoyed the byproduct of her dressing to impress
her man. One of my favorites was a form fitting burgundy scoop neck tshirt
that provided a great view of cleavage on what I was estimated as firm,
C-cup breasts along with a short little pair of gym shorts with "cheer"
scripted across the fanny. Her ass looked phenomenal in those shorts and
they really displayed her tanned, curvy thighs.

A usual Monday began with the two of us arriving at the playground to find
Elise and her brother, sans boyfriend. After our usual hellos and the two
boys running off to the slide I inquired about her boyfriend being busy that
day. She mentioned that he wouldn't be joining them at the playground
anymore and immediately changed to usual subject of the weather. I took the
hint not to mention him again and pleasantly noted that while her boyfriend
was no longer in the picture, her style of dress hadn't resorted back to gym
wear. She was sporting a pair of rather short shorts and a tight long sleeve
tshirt. Even though above the waist she wasn't revealing any skin the
tightness of the shirt really showed off her boobs. It was amazing, Elise
could almost be described as a modest dresser, particularly compared to
other girls her age and even older. She never revealed too much skin but
thanks to her curves, even something not quite form-fitting was still
eye-catching. On Friday of that first boyfriend-less week she certainly gave
me an image that would stick with me all through the weekend. We were all
having our usual day at the playground, Elise in another pair of cotton gym
shorts and a tight black tee, with the only being different is that Elise
drove, rather walking as usual to the playground. After a diaper change she
asked her little brother if he was ready to leave for the pool. He said yes
excitedly and Elise proceeded to get him into a swim diaper and trunks and
coat him in sunscreen. To no one in particular Elise announced "Guess I
should put my sunscreen on too while I have it out," and then proceeded to
remove her shorts and tank revealing a mind blowing orange and blue trimmed
two piece bathing suit. Even though like most of her clothes it wasn't too
showy, just a simple athletic style two piece offering coverage yet not
hiding everything, she was still a sight to see and I had to fight hard not
to stare particularly while she massaged the sunscreen into her smooth,
olive tanned skin. I discovered that in addition to the new nose piercing
she was sporting a dangling little piercing in her belly button. She wished
us a pleasant weekend with a bright smile as she packed up her things and
her brother and headed off to her car. I was almost glad she left since I
was sure I couldn't remain that subtle about enjoying the view, even behind
my sunglasses.

Monday at the playground began in a usual fashion with Elise and sibling
arriving a bit after us and the two little ones racing around playing tag
and swinging from the monkey bars. Elise was sporting a little pair of olive
cargo shorts that could not possibly carry any significant cargo and a white
collared shirt. Thankfully Elise didn't seem to remember if I had been
staring a bit too much a few days back because we still chatted as much as
normal. In fact she was even a bit more gregarious than usual. We were
discussing some movies we had each watched over the weekend when our
pleasant conversation was shattered by her little brother's screams. We
rushed over to see that he had apparently fallen directly onto his knees
when he lost his grip swinging on the monkey bars. Fortunately they aren't
very far off the ground but after cleaning his scraped knees up with some
water and baby wipes we saw a few tiny pieces of gravel still stuck in his
knee. Snapping into parental problem solver mood I told Elise that we lived
less than a 5 minute walk away and that I'd be back with band-aids,
peroxide, Bactine, anything I could think of to ease her brother's
discomfort. She thanked me but as I attempted to leave little brother's
crying got even worse. My only other idea, I asked if he wanted me to carry
him back to my house to clean up his knee. That got at least a whimpering
nod so I scooped him up and the four us headed back to our house with Elise
alternating between soothing her brother, thanking me, and keeping watch on
The Kid.

While The Kid tried to amuse Elise's brother with show and tell with his
toys Elise and I used cotton balls, peroxide and swabs to clean up his knee
and remove any stones. After everyone was more calm and the boys were
playing with a box of band-aids the adults realized it was snack time. We
moved to the kitchen for the usual pretzels, juice, string cheese. Elise's
little brother, having had such a rough day, began to nod off on our kitchen
table. I offered her the use of our pack-n-play and she agreed and by the
time I had that set up in a spare bedroom complete with our travel baby
monitors my little guy was ready to hit the sack too.

Both little guys had been packed off to naptime and Elise and I headed back
to the kitchen to decompress with some ice water. We sat in silence,
enjoying the fact that no one was crying and I suddenly became very
uncomfortable. Over the past few weeks I'd become quite comfortable with
sharing kid stories, movie recommendations and other easy conversation with
Elise but now, with her across from me at my kitchen, with no kiddies about,
I was at a loss for words. After a few "Well, that was fun," comments the
silence was bothering me. I'm pretty used to dealing with Elise's age group,
or at least her age plus a year or two, but I was stumped. The best I
arrived at was, "So do you start cheerleading practice sometime in August?"
Elise looked at me incredulously. "Oh I thought cheered for your school."
Even though my conversation was a disaster I was at least happy to see her
smiling and laughing after the traumatic morning. "What? What makes you
think I'm a cheerleader?" shaking her head. Realizing I had dug a hole for
myself by inadvertently confessing to staring at her ass to read her shorts
I attempted, "Oh, I thought you had some tshirt or sweatshirt from some
cheerleading camp, must have misread it or something." Shaking her head,
Elise added, "I have no idea what you're talking about." Then a little grin
beginning in the corner of her mouth,"Oh! I know now. Shorts." Hoping I
could successfully play dumb, "Shorts. What do you mean?" "I have shorts,
with 'cheer' written across the butt. Bought them at Hollister or Old Navy.
Just shorts, not from some cheerleading squad." Starting to backpedal now I
offered, "Maybe I guess that's where I thought that from." Elise was having
a hearty laugh now, "What color are the shorts?" Struggling now, even though
I remembered the true color I added, "I don't know...blue?" Elise's
questions were turning more into an interrogation. "Grey shorts. So you
remember what's written on them but you don't remember the color." Trying to
stand my ground and rationalize now, "I teach English. I notice writing and
words more than colors I guess." Elise was really enjoying her questioning
now a sly, quizzical grin across her lips, "I don't think 'cheer' qualifies
as writing. So you didn't remember it because it was written across my butt
maybe?" Trying desperately to change the subject and distract myself for
recalling that mental picture of her in those shorts which always caused a
rise in blood pressure down below, that I had returned to often over this
summer, I finished my water and stepped away from the table towards the
water filter at the sink. "Would you like more water?" Elise wasn't
distracted so easily. "I'm fine...but you didn't answer my question."
Filling my glass, turned away from her, trying to run though baseball stats
in my head or something to relax and distract. "I'm sure I just noticed it
because it was a word. I just notice words." I heard Elise's chair slide
back from the table, "So you're telling me having a word written on my butt
on my short lil shorts didn't help you remember it? I think you're full of
shit. I know you check out my ass. Everyday." While her tone was accusatory
it certainly wasn't angry. I tried to change the subject again. "I don't
know why we're still talking about this. Would you like some lunch?" Elise
was now behind me, uncomfortably close, "I'll stop talking about it. If you
just admit you like looking at my bum." I was annoyed and nervous now. Of
course I've been staring at Elise's body all summer but it certainly wasn't
something I wanted to discuss with her in my kitchen. Alone. Without
thinking I had set my hands down on the counter forcefully, still with my
back to her. "Look. Stop alright?"

"I'll stop bothering you if you can prove you aren't excited by this."
Before I could think of a way to fend her off Elise had reached around and
grabbed the crotch of my shorts. There was no hiding now. She giggled as she
first squeezed, then slid her hand down the sizable bulge that had grown in
my shorts. "See I knew you liked looking at me," she stretched on her
tippy-toes to whisper in my ear. And I certainly did.

I broke free of her gentle grip to turn and face her. "Look Elise, yes,
you're a very pretty girl and I do check you out. But I'm married and you're
what 17? This has to stop. No."

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