“I can’t wait,” he says, squeezing my ass cheeks and sending shivers through my pussy.
“Just remember it’s a first date,” I tell him. “Don’t try to go too fast. A kiss goodnight is a good start.” I’m looking him in the eyes to make sure he understands.
“I know,” he says. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to attack her,” he smiles. “I’ll see you around midnight if you’re sure you want me to come up.”
“I’m sure,” I answer, anxious to hear how his first date goes and wanting to taste his cock again. “Now go!” I tell him, pushing him towards the door.
After he leaves, I lean against the door and catch my breath. Fuck! Sucking Jeremy’s cock has gotten me really worked up. I push myself off the door and start thinking about which dildo I’m going to use to relief my tension when there is a knock at the door. I pull it open assuming it’ll be Jeremy.
“Did you forget…?” I stop mid-sentence. It’s not Jeremy, it’s John standing in my doorway.
“Hey,” he says. “I saw Jeremy leaving and thought I’d stop up and see how you’re doing,” he smiles sheepishly. He hasn’t come up to my apartment in the two months I’ve been living over his garage. In fact, this is the first time I’ve been alone with him in ten years. “Jenny is spending the night at your mother’s house,” he says. “They’re going to some garden show tomorrow morning.” Why is he telling me this?
“Come on in,” I stammer, stepping back from the door. Now I know how Jeremy feels when he stutters. My heart is pounding in my chest and my pussy, already excited from my session with Jeremy, is churning up the juice. I watch my brother-in-law walk into my apartment, wearing a black t-shirt and gray sweat shorts.
“I really appreciate what you’re doing for Jeremy,” he says quietly, standing in the middle of the room. “He’s actually on a date, borrowed the car and everything!” he says excitedly. I know that Jenny hasn’t told John about my after school lessons with Jeremy.
“Do you want a beer?” I ask, because I don’t know what else to say. As I walk towards the refrigerator, I wonder what he thinks I’ve been doing for Jeremy, or why he made a point of telling me Jenny is away for the night. God! I’ve waited for this moment, hoped for it but never thought it would actually arrive or that I would have the taste of his son’s cum in my mouth when it did.
“Sounds good,” he says, startling me by his proximity. I didn’t hear him follow me into the kitchen. Grabbing two beers from the fridge, I hand him one and open the other one, taking a long swallow. I swish the beer around in my mouth, hoping it will remove any remnants of Jeremy’s cum before he kisses me. If… he kisses me.
“So, how did you get Jeremy to overcome his shyness?” he asks, his eyes focusing on my hard nipples, emphatically embossed on the front of my tank top.
“Finally put my psychology degree to use,” I answer, not to mention the tits you’re staring at. I look at my beer bottle, tearing at the corners of the label as my eyes take in the bulge forming in his shorts. My juices are gushing into my panties as I lean back against the countertop, stretching the thin material of my tank top across my erect nipples. I’d be surprised if he couldn’t smell the lustful aroma emanating from between my legs.