Jake let out an long audible grunt as he ejaculated into his pants, both hands still pressing on his throbbing penis. He lay in the dark, breathing heavily thinking about the effect Becky had on him and how the mere thought of her panties gave him one of his strongest orgasms.
He took off his clothes, cleaned himself off as best as he could, and without redressing, fell right to sleep.
That was a strange week for Jake, some days he couldn’t stop thinking of Becky and replaying over and over again the scene as he walked into the kitchen, and some days feeling guilty for having such thoughts about an eighteen year old girl. But after all he thought, there was nothing wrong with fantasizing was there? And even though he had visions of bringing a camera to use under the table, or plans of dropping pencils to stoop down for the next time she wore a skirt, he knew he’d never actually do any of those things.
So it was with a bit of a thrill that he showed up the next week, a moment of guilt washed over him as Becky’s mother left, and he eagerly walked into the kitchen to see what Becky was wearing.
Although she was not wearing a skirt, Jake felt the slightest stir in his groin as he saw her sitting at the table. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a loose t-shirt with her glasses on and her hair down.
“Hey Jake!” she smiled.
He realized it wasn’t her hair, her glasses or what she was wearing. Becky was beautiful. He couldn’t believe he didn’t notice it from the start, but he saw her now and an adorable, desirable, sweet young woman.
Some how he managed to get through the session without too much damage. He couldn’t resist leaning in a few times as she was working, trying to get a smell of her hair, and when she got up to get a drink he studied her jean clad bottom, looking for her panty lines, wondering what color they were today.
She got an A on her math final, but it had been decided early in the year that she was going to take summer classes at her school to get ahead in her subjects, and Jake would continue to see her at least until fall.
Jake found himself in a bit of a routine, each week eagerly waiting for his session with Becky watching her more and more intently, and thought (though he couldn’t be sure) that she enjoyed his company as well.
A few weeks into the summer however, Becky’s next door neighbor ran out of eggs.
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Jake was thrilled when he showed up to see Becky that Saturday. When he arrived she let him in the front door and he followed her into the kitchen. It was an unusually hot and humid day, and he was surprised (and pleased) to see Becky wearing a pair of tan shorts and yellow t-shirt, again with her white sneakers and pink socks. As he followed her into the kitchen he could easily see the outline of her panties, riding up a fraction higher on her left butt cheek. He was not surprised when he felt his erection beginning, wondering if she was wearing those blue and white striped panties.
As they worked he looked at her chest and the outline of her bra around her medium sized breasts, and thought how much more appealing it looked, even in that loose covering t-shirt, than the cleavage-fest that Laura always sported.