My Billets

​When I was sixteen years old I went away to play junior hockey which was hundreds of miles away from home. I was excited but nervous at the same time. Upon arrival to my new town I was introduced to my billets, the McAllens. They were nice looking people, middle aged, but there was one thing I could sense and that was that they had money, lots of it. 

​The wife was very attractive and I could tell that she was sexually active with more than just her husband. Her clothes were revealing to say the least. I hopped into their Mercedez and off we went to my new home. Upon arrival I could not believe the size of their house, furthermore I could not believe how gorgeous there daughter was. Her name was Shaylynne. She had sandy blonde hair with deep brown eyes, a beautiful smile that revealed her perfect teeth and a slim curvey figure. We immediately made a connection. Her parents seemed stunned, like most rich parents are, having no clue as to what their kids are doing. I made small talk with the lovely Shaylynne but she had to leave for gymnastics class, I hoped we would get more acquainted later. 

Then I heard an awful hacking noise from the kitchen table. I turned around and there was an old lady somewhere in her 80s coughing up a lung. She smiled but then realized her dentures were still on the table. She quickly popped them into her mouth and smiled again. She got out of her chair and walked out of the room with the assistance of her walker.

I settled in but could not stop thinking about Shaylynne as I eagerly waited for her to come home. She arrived, said hi and then quickly jumped into the shower. After her shower she walked into my room with nothing but a towel on, she was smelling all fresh and sudsy with the wet look like a mermaid that had just emerged from the ocean. She asked me to a movie but I said I had curfew. I was angry as she left with her friends. 

The father of the household had left on a business trip so I was left alone with his wife. I walked out into the kitchen to get a glass of water when Mrs. McAllen was stretched out on the leather sofa like a cat needing to be declawed. She was wearing a lot of nothing.

"Jerry why don't you come over here and sit for a while." She purred.

I got my water and sat on the opposite end of the couch, but she quickly moved towards me. I was saved by the grandmother who called Mrs. McAllen to her room to adjust her oxygen tank. By the time she was back I was gone to my room and had locked the door.

My training camp was going well, a week had gone by and I had made the first cuts but I still could not stop thinking about Shaylynne. Because of our conflicting schedules we had not been able to spend any time together. Both of our rooms were in the basement and periodically I would see her walking around in lingerie or half naked, which I knew she was doing for my amusement. I would walk around in my shorts for Shaylynne's excitement as well. But nothing ever happened because granny would always be watching us with the stink eye from the top of the stairs. I wanted to go knock on Shaylynne's door late at night, but whenever I left my room to go see her granny was always sitting there watching. Only if granny would die, then I could visit Shaylynne for some hugs and kisses. 

My camp continued and some of the veteran players asked me about Mrs. McAllen. Then they would laugh and walk away. Apparently she was a sex starved cougar on the the hunt for young meat. Her husband was a loser and it was obvious that she married him for the money and then she would play on the side. He had to have known that she was a seducer and just didn't care, or he was just plain stupid, or possibly a little of both. 

On several occasions when I was in the shower Mrs. McAllen would ask me if I needed anything. I said I was fine. It got so bad with her that all I could do was lock myself in my room to avoid seduction. This problem was compounded by the fact that her husband was always out of town on a work trip. Then there was Shaylynne walking around half naked. 

One night the house was quiet. Mrs. McAllen had gone out for the evening and Shaylynne was out with friends and I was in bed due to curfew and Granny was sound asleep. I heard a car pull up outside and someone entered the house. Then there was a knock at my door. It was the secret knock I had giving Shaylynne to enter my room. She had come to see me. I said, "Come in."

The room was dark as she entered. I saw her silhouette against a hallway light. She closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed and put something on the nightstand and that's when I felt her lips and tongue slithering all over my body like a snake. Then I heard her cough lightly. I snapped on the lamp light. That's when I saw the dentures on the nightstand...