She pictured Jake standing there, holding her panties and rubbing himself. Becky couldn’t think of any other explanation: Jake was turned on by her panties. Turned on by seeing her panties. Was sexually turned on by her! The feeling between her legs kept growing as she pressed harder and harder into herself, picturing over and over Jake, her panties in one hand, rubbing himself with the other.
Becky’s breathing stooped momentarily as she gave out a little grunt and a small orgasm shuddered her body.
Laying idly beneath her covers, her body relaxed from her recent orgasm, Becky once again traced the outline of her panties from her hips down to her inner thighs. She couldn’t help smiling to herself, thinking about Jake, and knowing how she had affected him.
But what would she do next week?
. . . . . . . .
“So here I am,” Jake said aloud looking from him parked car to the front of the Harper’s house.
Many times during that week, he thought he’d never make it back. But after considering all of his options, he decided to just pretend nothing happened and try to put the whole incident behind him (assuming Becky could!). And after freaking out anytime the phone rang earlier in the week, fearing Mrs. Harper (or worse!), he was beginning to think things might be ok.
He also forced himself to stop fantasizing about Becky (although there was one night he considered what might have been if Becky didn’t drop her eggs, what he could have been holding, touching, rubbing up against. . .) and hoped this restraint might somehow see him through this after all.
His heart almost froze when he heard the tapping on his window and looked up to see Mrs. Harper squinting in his window. “Jake!” she barked.
He jumped out of the car fearing the worst.
“My god! You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” She said, her face breaking into a smile. “Sorry to startle you like that, but when I came outside I thought you were sleeping!”
“No, no. . .Mrs. Harper” he uttered, “I was just . . . thinking”
“OK, Jake,” she said, turning around, “now get in there and make my daughter start thinking as well.” With a last wave she got into her car and drove off.
After her car turned the corner, Jake took a deep breath and walked slowly to the front door, reached up and pushed the doorbell.
. . . . . . . .
After a few seconds he heard Becky call out “come in Jake,” and he opened the door. Not seeing Becky he walked down the hall and just as he stepped into the kitchen Becky also walked into the kitchen from the dining room entrance and stood with her hands on her chair. He involuntarily clasped his hand in front of him hiding the instant bulge that appeared in his jeans.
Becky stood there in a powder blue pleated skirt, just above her knees, a white collared sleeveless top, buttoned down the front and white sneakers with pink socks, bunched around her ankles. She gave Jake a shy smile and slid into her chair, opening the notebook on the table.
Jake quickly sat down opposite to her and just stared. He noticed she was wearing the same pendant she had on her birthday, and looking at her hair noticed it was up in the same ponytail. She was dressed exactly as she was that day he remembered so well.