"No! What about Dave Burke?"

"Dave can't come over tonight. Rhonda was the only sitter we could get."

"Aw, man! She's mean!"

"No, she's not. Try to be nice, OK? She should be here soon."

Sure enough, within a few minutes the front doorbell rang, and Jon's mom let Rhonda in the door. Rhonda was an apple-cheeked, freckle-faced 17-year-old with frizzy red hair and an ample figure. Most people thought she was rather plain. If Jon had been honest with himself, though, he would have admitted that he was sexually attracted to Rhonda.

Jon was a normal 12-year-old boy. He was noticing girls and he had looked through the pictures in his dad's porno magazines. Even though he didn't like Rhonda's smart mouth and her dominant personality, he did enjoy staring at her large chest and ass. Rhonda usually wore tight jeans and a sweater, both of which helped to accentuate her round hourglass figure.

"Well, try to have fun tonight," said Jon's dad as they walked out the door. "Be nice to Rhonda."

Jon's mom added, "Rhonda, we'll be back around midnight. Feel free to have some food. Jon is supposed to be in bed by ten."

"I'll take care of everything. Have fun! See you around midnight!" Rhonda stood in the doorway and waved as Jon's parents pulled out of the driveway and down the street. Then she closed the door and turned around to face a pouting Jon who was sprawled across the living room couch.

"OK, sport. You're twelve now, right? I thought so. You're old enough that I don't need to constantly be on you, so just try to behave and everything will be cool, OK?"

Jon was surprised. Rhonda wasn't going to nag and harass him all night? Cool! Without saying a word, he jumped off the couch and went to the kitchen to get a snack.

Rhonda smiled and went downstairs to the playroom. She settled into the big, soft, threadbare couch in front of the big-screen TV and pulled one of her schoolbooks out of her backpack.

Jon went to his room and read comics while he nibbled some popcorn. He read all of his new comics and some of his older ones. The house was nearly silent for a full hour while Rhonda and Jon read on different floors. Finally, Jon grew restless and went to see what Rhonda was doing. He didn't realize it, but he liked verbally sparring with Rhonda and trying to get the best of her. In short, he liked the attention he got from the older girl. If she was going to leave him alone, then he would have to provoke her. Of course, he knew none of this consciously, but he went down into the den with a vague idea of trying to bug Rhonda.

"Whatcha reading?" he said as he thundered down the stairs.

"Gosh, you've been quiet for so long, and now here you are running down the stairs," Rhonda replied, smirking. She suspected that Jon enjoyed her attention, which was OK with her because she liked interacting with him.

"I was reading comics. What are you reading?"

"School books. Wanna see?"

Jon plopped down on the other side of the couch and Rhonda tossed her math book at him. He flipped through the pages of the advanced calculus text and then tossed it back at her head. She intercepted the heavy book before it reached its intended target, then sat upright, feigning indignace. "Looks hard," he said before she could speak.

"Why'd you throw it at my head?" Rhonda could not stop herself from smiling a bit. She was supposed to be mad, but she could not suppress the anticipation of a mock conflict with Jon.

"Isn't that where math is supposed to go, to your head?" Jon was already raising his hands in self-defense as he spoke, but it was too late. Rhonda leaned over and gave him a sharp smack on his thigh.

"Oww, God!" Jon cried, smiling. "Child abuse! Child abuse!" He reached over and pinched Rhonda's thigh in return.

"I'll show you child abuse," Rhonda said, crawling over and grabbing Jon's arms.

They wrestled like they always did with the same outcome - Rhonda won. She ended up perched on top of Jon's narrow frame, her muscular legs pinning his spindly ones, her hands gripping Jon's forearms, and her face inches above Jon's. Her heavy breasts were pressed lightly against Jon's chest. Neither would have admitted it, but this was the part of wrestling that both enjoyed the most..........(cont)