Short Books Novels & Stories

"Give me a second," Ruth-Ann gasped, jumping up like she'd been burned. She stumbled toward the door, her legs shaking so hard she nearly fell. She yanked it open to see a tall, blonde boy standing there. He was wearing a pastel polo shirt with the collar popped and khaki shorts that looked freshly pressed. He was currently running a comb through his perfectly styled hair, looking like he belonged somewhere far more expensive than her front porch. "Babe, I've been texting you all evening. Sup?"

The newspapers seem to have an incredible pull towards the Ashfords. "No thanks," I reply, scanning the New York Times to find an article about "Amelia Ashford, the teenager billionaire." I open the article, and it's like a small compilation of everything she has ever done in her sixteen years of life. She really lives in a world of luxury because, in every single picture of her, she is wearing very expensive clothes, shoes, and bags.

I had to shout to ask her to turn it up. Everything was fine for the first twenty minutes or so until we hit a bumpy road. Not too bad but enough to make grandma bounce a little. My cock started to thicken. I closed my eyes and started to think un-sexy thoughts. Nothing worked, it just kept on growing. It's not massive, six inches on a good day but she must notice it. Grandma started to move, to adjust her position. It continued to grow to its full length. She whispered "I know what men are like, but stop it if you can."