Part 1
"You should go over to Mrs. Heller's house now."
John groaned. He only had a few precious days back from college and he wanted to spend them drunk with his high school friends. It was the first long weekend of his freshman year, and he wanted nothing more than to swap stories over a drink with everyone. Helping his elderly neighbor with her chores was not exactly at the top of his list. He looked at his phone, and it was still a couple of hours before his friend was having people over, so he guessed he'd just have to suck it up for a bit. Grumbling, he walked across the street to Mrs. Heller's place. But as soon as the door opened, he started smiling. As much as he didn't want to do extra chores, he loved Mrs. Heller as a kind of extra grandmother, and enjoyed the fuss she immediately started to make over him. After asking John about school and his parents, Mrs. Heller invited him in. "Now come in - I want you to meet Katie."
John had no idea who Katie was, but as he walked into the den he figured it out. A girl about his age was nose deep in a book. At first, John could only see a mop of black hair with a streak of green, but as he walked in, she looked up. She was a total smoke show. She had kind of unusual make up, the kind John had only seen on TikTok, and a nose ring, much different from the sorority girls he'd been hanging out with at college or the straight laced girls his parents always tried to set him up with. But it was totally working for him. After Mrs. Heller introduced him, he stammered a bit, not prepared to meet a beautiful girl. Looking down at himself, he wished he'd gotten changed out of his ratty t-shirt and basketball shorts. Although, if he wasn't being too cocky, he thought she might be showing a bit of interest in him anyways the way she was looking at him.
Katie was apparently Mrs. Heller's granddaughter, and she had just started at art school. Instead of paying for a dorm, she had moved in with her grandmother who lived a short drive away. John would be moving furniture out of a spare room and helping paint it. And after Mrs. Heller explained everything, she left the two of them to work.
"So," John said, looking around the room. "You don't like shit brown?"
"You know I do - I was just thinking puke green instead." John grinned, and grabbed some things to drag out into the hall. The two immediately fell into a sarcastic banter. Katie was whip smart, forcing John to work over time to keep up with her quick wit. But much to his delight, he managed to get her to crack a smile or two.
Soon enough the furniture was cleared, the tarps were laid out, and they had begun painting (not puke green but a bluish purple). There was never a lull in the conversation, always one teasing comment after another. After a while John noticed Katie kept sending him sideways glances like she didn't want him to notice. He grinned, and finally sensing an opportunity to gain the upper hand with her said "Hey do you mind if I take my shirt off - I'm working up a sweat."
Katie stopped painting the wall and turned to face John. She tried to act cool as she said "If you must," but John noticed she watched him wide-eyed. John was an athlete (a cross country scholarship winner in fact), and he knew he had a great body. And now he noticed, Katie knew too. He caught her staring for a split second too long for her to play it off as nonchalance.
They resumed painting and resumed their banter, only now John seemed to be maintaining the upper hand in their verbal sparring. Katie seemed distracted. Eventually, they finished and called Mrs. Heller in to see their accomplishment. As they talked about the color, John absentmindedly leaned back against the wall he had just finished painting. Realizing what he did, he immediately jumped forward but it was too late. Laughing hysterically, Katie made him turn around so she could get a picture of his purple back.
"Don't worry John. Katie will patch that up" Mrs. Heller said to cut the laugh riot short. "Why don't you just take off those clothes, and you can hop in the shower." John began to protest saying he'd just run over to his own house, but Mrs. Heller would not allow it, not wanting him to track paint through her home. Not seeing a way out of this, he took off his shoes and socks and with a miserable glance towards Katie, lowered his baskeball shorts to his ankles. Now any semblance of seeming cool in front of this girl he had been hitting it off with was gone. For her part, Katie was greedily taking in the sight of the hot guy who was stripping down to his black boxer briefs right in front of her. To John's dismay, he noticed Katie was still taking pictures with her phone. "Katie stop that!" Mrs. Heller reprimanded, but she did nothing to get her to delete them. Depressed, John left the room to head to the bathroom and clean off. After letting the water heat up, John had just taken his underwear off and was about to jump in, when he heard a knock on the door.
He heard Mrs. Heller's voice, "John, I might as well throw your underwear in the wash with the rest of your clothes." So John opened the door, hiding his naked body behind it, and handed his underwear over. And while he had been careful to not show any more of his body off than he already had - he wasn't quite careful enough. Mrs. Heller caught sight of the reflection in the mirror, which perfectly framed the young stud's bare ass. As John closed the door unaware, Mrs. Heller shook her head, wishing she was as quick with her phone as her granddaughter.
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