Leonard Drullers had been waiting all day to get home and check out the new Judge Dredd movie he had downloaded that morning. He'd heard that it was extremely violent, something that he'd been more and more drawn to for the past few years. Maybe it was the bullying he experienced at school, maybe it was the fact that puberty was finally in full swing, pumping him full of testosterone, but action was his thing.
Not that he was a very active boy. Far from it. He'd always been a little bit overweight, something that puberty hadn't changed. Part of being a late bloomer was that while the other boys were using their new bodies to excel at sports, Leonard had to sit back and watch, picked last in gym class, and not making the cut for the team.
He didn't mind, though. Leonard liked who he was. He figured things would even out in the end. Maybe in college he would start working out, get some self-confidence, work on his esteem. For now he was comfortable sitting around in his sweat pants and watching things explode on his monitor.
"Leonard, is your mother at home?"
The voice belonged to Linda Madison, the hot mom next door. He turned and looked at her. Linda's long auburn hair, her above average sized breasts, her waspish waist, Leonard knew it well. Well enough to make him blush. He'd known her his whole life, but since puberty kicked in he'd wanted to know her in an entirely different way. He'd spent more than a few cold nights touching himself beneath his covers, his fantasies firmly fixed next door.
"No," he replied, "She'll be home in about an hour, I think."
"Good, because I need to talk to her about something," she said, coming close enough to touch. Leonard could think of nothing to say to the woman he'd dreamed of, so he dumbly nodded.
Leonard shivered for a second, then looked at his neighbour again.
"Are you feeling alright?" she asked, crossing thick arms across her broad chest, "You look a little pale."
"Uh, I think I'm okay," Leonard said, his voice cracking. He placed his hands on his hips, enjoying the way they had begun to flare out waspishly, "Probably just tired from school."
"Yeah, well," Linda continued, "just tell your mom that I stopped by, alright?"
"Sure thing," Leonard replied, his voice clear this time, in a lovely alto. He turned and walked into the house, looking forward to an evening of relaxation. Maybe that Judge Dredd movie could wait. It did, after all, seem a bit violent for his tastes.
