Maybe You Can Go Home Again
by Oxartes © 2007

Lisa DeBlasio was sitting on her parents' front porch working on a laptop when my Dad, the boys and I drove up and got out of the Honda. She stood up when she saw us.

I was about to cut across the DeBlasios' yard when I stopped, my right foot poised in mid-stride. "Your Dad's not going to go off on me, is he?" As a kid, my pals and I were terrified of Lisa's Dad. He'd go ape-shit if we stepped on even one blade of grass or—God forbid—on one of his flowers. I knew her folks weren't around but I couldn't resist teasing Lisa.

Lisa smiled. "Oh, they're off at Maria's. C'mere!"

Maria was Lisa's younger sister who lived down in Memphis. I stomped up to the porch, trampling as much grass as I could.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes I did, Lisa." We laughed. Her tits got my attention and I got a nice view of her cleavage as she leaned over and we exchanged hugs and pecks on the cheek. She saw my inquisitive glance and smiled as she stood up. I called the boys over and introduced them to her before sending them inside to show my Mom the trout we had pulled out of Conneaut Lake.

"Alex, it's great to see you. Come on over for a beer later."

"You got it. Thanks." I left her on the porch and followed my Dad into the house as the memories poured into my head and my rapidly hardening dick.

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Bio: Oxartes, 43, is the married papa (proud, on both counts!) of two children. He is a professional copyeditor and proofreader who has discovered that he like to write erotica as a hobby. "Writing is like therapy," he says.

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