The Reynolds' place is a really big house with a big yard in back. Their house is just a few blocks from ours at the end of a dead-end road — what they call a cul-de-sac in nice neighborhoods like theirs. Their yard is like a really big triangle because they're at the very end of the street and their backyard goes all the way into the woods behind the house. The house looks like a mansion. It's a huge brick thing, three stories tall in front, with landscaping instead of a regular front yard.
Mr. Reynolds was a big-shot businessman who made himself a pile of money before he got himself killed trying to climb some mountain in Africa. I remember seeing the pictures of the two of them in the paper when he died and he looked a lot older than Mrs. Reynolds. I guess he was having that mid-life crisis thing that older married men get.
I knew Mrs. Reynolds was about the same age as Mom, but she looked a lot younger than late-30s in the pictures. She was wearing really sexy dresses, like she was at a fancy party or something, so that was probably where the photos were taken. Her clothes looked like the kind of thing that Mom would never let me wear in a million years — really short skirts and dresses and blouses with necklines that show a lot. My Cheerleading skirt was the shortest thing I owned.
Like I said, Mrs. Reynolds has two sons who are around my age. Jim is 19, a year older than me, and Bud is 18, the same age as me, but he acts younger. Jim managed to get held back a grade somewhere — something I didn't think they did anymore — so we are all in the same grade. The Reynolds boys and I went to different Middle schools, and Mom pretty effectively stamped out my social life during the last few years, so I hadn't had a chance to get to know them other than a casual chat in the hall between classes.
Both boys are kind of cute, and they both have nice hard bodies from playing sports. I got the impression that they were both really spoiled. I heard that Mrs. Reynolds gave them everything they wanted, or thought they wanted and that the house was full of stuff that Mrs. Reynolds bought them and they never touch. Once, they wanted a dog, and she let them pick out a puppy at a local breeder's kennel. I don't know if she did not know what kind of dog it was or if she even cared, but it was a short-haired Mastiff. They called it Brute and it had the run of the house until it got too big and started breaking stuff. Then they had to keep it outside and let it run around in the yard. Poor dog.
Jim and Bud are much bigger than me, but then, who isn't? Jim is about six feet tall and Bud is only a couple of inches shorter. The boys both tower over me since I'm only 5'1" and they out-weigh me by almost double since I'm only 105 lbs soaking wet.
When I knew I was going to be staying at the Reynolds', I thought Jim and Bud and I might get along and even have some fun together. Looking back, I guess they thought so too.
I remember the first day I was over there. I had walked over after Cheerleading practice and I had even taken my books with me, thinking I might get some homework done while waiting for Mom to get home. When I went up to the front door and rang the bell, Mrs. Reynolds answered it in what I was to find out was one of her casual outfits. She had on a pair of low-rider shorts that looked like they had been painted on. They were so thin that I could see the outline of her sex in what I've heard called a camel-toe. Her top was a beautiful silk kerchief held up by a gold hoop around her neck. It tied around her waist with a gold chain, so that her back was bare. She has really big boobs, and they stand out really far for their size. I guessed she must have been at least an E-cup. Her thin top only covered the fronts of her breasts and left the sides totally bare. I could see her nipples poking under the cloth. She's only 5'6" but she was wearing high heels, so her breasts were right in my face. I guess I must have been staring because she said, "See anything you like, honey?"
I was so totally embarrassed. I could feel my face turn red. I wanted to apologize for staring, but I couldn't get my mouth to work. I just stood there blushing and clutching my schoolbooks to my stomach.
Mrs. Reynolds must have thought this was cute. Anyway, she decided to tease me about staring at her boobs. She stepped really close to me, so they were almost touching my face. When I did not move, she rubbed one of them on my cheek. I could feel the nipple graze my lips. I was so shocked that this woman would rub her breast on me that I gasped and my mouth dropped open. Mrs. Reynolds pushed her breast against my open mouth. I could feel her nipple get hard as it rubbed around my lips. When I still did not react, she stepped back and looked me up and down. I was wearing my Cheerleader outfit with the short pleated skirt and the bulky sweater with the school name across the front, so she could not get a good look at anything but my legs.
"You must be Samantha," she said. "Yvette didn't say you were such a pretty little thing. Or that you liked girls. But I think she might not know about that, hmmm?"
"Yes, ma'm" I said. "I mean no, ma'am." I was so flustered that I did not know what I was saying. I finally managed to blurt out, "I'm Samantha Kramer. My mother said I should come over here after school and stay with you until she gets home."