Rebecca was a cute girl with dirty blond hair, about 5’2,” very quiet and like her mother, often seemed distracted. Jake quickly found out she was quite a sweet girl, and very intelligent. In fact, early on Jake had a conversation with Jill expressing his view that she probably didn’t need math tutoring, but she let him know that although she was doing much better in school, math was always her “difficult” subject, and even if not entirely necessary, she wanted to continue the sessions.
“Hey Becky!,” Jake said as she walked into the room. Their first session as he was leaving she shyly asked him to call her Becky. She said that’s what her dad always called her, and now her mom’s the only one who calls her Rebecca. He apologized sheepishly saying “of course,” feeling a bit awkward at the mention of her father, and she gave him a little smile.
He remembered that day when he first saw her, coming down the stairs with her baggy Chicago Bears sweatshirt and sweatpants, her wavy hair up in a ponytail and wire rim glasses. He honestly thought she was no more than fourteen. Then the next week, she almost looked like a diferent girl, with her hair down, contact lenses in and wearing jeans. He noticed what a nice (and definitely not fourrteen year old) body she had, and how pretty her eyes were. Jake couldn’t help looking at her rear end as she got up for a drink, and wondered what she was hiding under yet another one of her baggy sweatshirts.
In subsequent weeks he couldn’t help but notice her top half was as nice as her bottom with a body that reminded me of a gymnast or ice-skater.
“Another sweatshirt!” Jake joked as she sat down. “And another one I haven’t seen yet!”
“I like to be warm,” she retorted, “And as cold as mom keeps the house, it’s almost all I wear ’till April.” In fact the only time Jake saw her wearing anything else was a couple of weeks back when the temperature outside, uncharacteristically for March, hit 73.
As she was working some problems out of her trigonometry book a few minutes later he looked her over unconsciously comparing her to Laura. He always thought Becky would become a very attractive woman (He saw what a difference a change in clothes and hair could make), but she’d never have the pure sexuality of Laura. Sitting there Jake could feel his heart race a bit, thinking about Laura’s chest, putting his hand on her breast, in her shirt . . . .
“How’s that?” Becky said, startling him back to the moment. Jake quickly leaned over hiding the slight erection he knew he had produced with his daydreams. Again her work was flawless.
“Trying to put me out of a job?” he asked. She flashed him an embarrassed smile.
“Just trying not to disappoint you Jake. You know how much that would hurt me.” Now she was joking. As Jake left that day he thought what a sweet girl she was, and how he probably would have gone ga-ga for her when he was in high school. It was a shame about her father, and he really hoped things would work out for her and her mother.
But Jake had larger fish to fry! Enough of the Harpers, it was his night tonight! He had Laura Higgins to prepare for!