Karyn stood in the front hallway of her house staring at her reflection in the mirror they way she always did before she went out. Her mother had taught her how to be a proper lady; always tease, always put on a show, but don't sell the farm unless the price is right.
So far, the price hadn't been right. Karyn's swollen lips curved up into a smile. Sure, there were always offers, but she was holding out for something more, something deeper than a purely physical thing.
She reached up and pinched her nipples through her skimpy tube top, making sure they stood out noticeably. Her father had been pressuring her lately to pick a boy and start taking advantage of him. At dinner the night before he'd brought of her clothing bills, how much he had to fork over every month. That was a boyfriend's job, in his opinion. He couldn't understand why she didn't just spread her legs and start earning her keep.
Blowing a kiss to her reflection, she turned on her platform heels and swayed toward the door. She would go see Jon. He understood her. For as long as she could remember he'd been a gentle and patient friend, never forcing himself on her, even as he developed as a man. She didn't even think of him as a man, just as a friend.
A wave of dizziness hit Karyn, then passed as quickly as it arrived.
Shaking her long, flowing blonde locks, Karyn dismissed it as low blood sugar. She would have to make sure she got something to eat at Jon's place. After she was done with him, that is.
Karyn stepped out of her house, enjoying the warm sun on her exposed skin. It was laundry day, so she'd worn an older pair of denim shorts, one that fit nice and snugly, just the way she liked it. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling. As usual, with her eyes closed, fantasies began to play in her mind. Rubbing Jon's penis between hear breasts, riding Jon in a movie theatre, sucking Jon off under his desk at school. A new one she'd been enjoying lately had been Jon taking her from behind, bent over his dinner table, as his family enjoyed their supper meal.
Again pinching her nipples, she walked down her front walk and turned toward Jon's house. She'd decided this morning that it was time to stop fantasizing about Jon and start doing something about it. Besides, as her dad had been reminding her, it was long due that she started earning her keep.
