After a few moments, Becky started stroking his head.
“Becky . …” he murmured, kissing her leg.
. . . . . . . . . .
Becky spent another week with an almost constant grin on her face. And as wonderful as her two encounters with Jake were, each time making her climax so much stronger than she ever had before, she did have one thing she wanted to change.
She wanted to do to him what he had been doing to her. She was well aware of his teasing and caressing, and know how absolutely wonderful it made her feel. And she wanted to do the same for him. She wanted to be responsible for his going crazy, every muscle in his body straining just to be touched by her.
And although she did make him orgasm, she didn’t even get to see it! And she was so lost in her own bliss, she didn’t feel she even really experienced it. Not that she would entirely know what to do (or how to do it for that matter), but she knew she wanted to try.
The next Saturday, as her mom was getting ready to leave, Becky came up with a plan.
She dressed this time in a pair of loosely fitting khaki shorts and a long sleeve top with a t-shirt on top. With this outfit denying easy access, she figured she could keep control, and try manipulating Jake for a change!
When Jake arrived that weekend, he had his speech prepared. He was going to tell Becky that perhaps they should concentrate more on her work (after all, he was getting paid by her mother!), and they should probably give it a few weeks to see how they feel. Although he had some of the most wonderfully erotic experiences of his life with Becky, his conscience was starting to bother him, and he knew it would be best to step back for a while.
Somehow all of that was forgotten as he walked in the door, and saw her standing there waiting for him. He had been mentally prepared for another tempting outfit, steeled himself against the temptation he knew there would be to again touch her legs, reach under her skirt. But when he saw Becky standing there in her much less revealing outfit, Jake realized something: he was crazy about Becky Harper.
And when she walked up to him, put her arms around him and lifted her head up to kiss him, Jake’s overwhelming feelings were not of lust, but an aching in his stomach, an urge to hold, protect, to just be with Becky.
They kissed tenderly, Jake trying to hold her as close to his chest as he could while continuing his gentle probing of her lips with his tongue. He thought he’d never been as content as he felt in her embrace.
Becky, however had other things in mind. She let her hands slide down and gently squeezed his buttocks while pulling his body against hers, causing Jake to suddenly lean back, giving her a surprised look.
For an instant Becky second guessed her actions, wondering if she were making a mistake. She couldn’t help but notice that as she felt Jake’s hips press into her abdomen, she didn’t feel erection, seemingly always present before. She looked away shyly, hesitating before deciding to carry on with her plan.