Holy fuck!

“Jennifer, come over here and keep me company!”

I'm playing with her; I only came to dip in the pool. I have so much work that I need to be getting on with this summer. I didn’t tell Mom about my grades. They weren’t that great considering it was my first year in college. I should be studying, the coach talked to a few of the professors about my lack of ‘academic achievement’ and they gave me some work to do over the summer. The coach said that I should aim for an hour per day. I’ve only been back two days, and so far all I’ve done is spy over the wall to see if Jennifer’s in the pool or anywhere outside of her house, so that I could have an excuse to come and see her. The moment I saw her climb into the pool I took up the opportunity to come over. I tried to find my skimpiest briefs, but I didn’t expect Mom to be here. I thought that she was going straight to work. I wasn’t listening as she called out because I was on a fucking mission and it started and ended with our neighbor, Jennifer.

“Jason, don’t you have any friends that you could be hanging around with?”

I do, but I don’t want to be anywhere but with her. I bet she’s been begging for me ever since she came over to the house. She may be playing hard to get, but she’s not fooling anyone. Most of all not me. I know that she wants to strip and give me a little taste of what she has under that towel. I’ve never seen her in a bikini. She always used to go in the pool in a one piece swimsuit. Part of me wonders if I’m the reason for the change in swimwear.

“Yes, but don’t you want my company?”

She hesitates as she replies with her voice trembling, “I could do with you putting some lotion on me. The sun’s burning my skin; it’s pretty hot today.”

Damn right!

I know that she wants me here and I’m not backing down today. I’m not taking no for an answer. I’ll give her time, I have the whole fucking summer, but I know that once Daniel comes home, we won’t have the same opportunity as we do at the moment. This is the best time for us to get started and once we do, she won’t regret it.

“Are you sure that you want me to put lotion on you?”

She nods her head and has the towel wrapped around her body as if it’s a second skin.

I jump out of the pool like a jack-in-the-box. I don’t think of anything clever to say, not like I tried to do the last time we were alone. We’re alone, so I’m going to tell her how I feel. She’ll know that it’s not a game that I’m playing, but I’m serious about her.

She hands me a towel that’s next to her, and I start drying my body, slowly paying attention to the one place that she has her eye fixed on at the moment. I’ve been thinking about when she came to the house. Jennifer saw Bethany leaving and then I was hitting on Jennifer. She probably just thinks that I go around seducing anyone with a pussy, but it’s not like that with her. I want Jennifer to know that I’m here for a reason and it’s not just to get it on with her.

“It’s as if I’ve wanted to get close to you forever and now I’m here. I don’t know what to do about it.”

Fuck!

I never say how I feel about anyone or anything. I’m the cocky one. The guy that just says something to get exactly what he wants, emotions and confessions are never part of the equation.

I don’t stop there as I wrap the towel around my waist and bend down to her so that I’m talking to her at eye level.

“You always had this sadness about you. I noticed that when you came to the house, well you look different. The sadness has gone, and you’ve come out of your shell.” She whispers, “How?” “You have a natural beauty, but you used to have your hair tied back in this French braid and wear so much makeup. I never understood why, but now Tom’s dead I think that I’m starting to understand why.”

She smiles as she avoids eye contact. “I used to think that if I made myself attractive then maybe he would touch me. That’s all I ever wanted, for him to touch me and make me feel like a woman.”

I shake my head, “You’re too beautiful to think anything else. You’re one of the most beautiful women that I know. Sophisticated. Full of grace…”

She chuckles. “I never knew that you were a poet. Jason you don’t have to say these things to make me feel better. All you need to do is rub lotion on me.”

I nod my head, but Jennifer’s a distraction, one that I can’t get out of my mind. I couldn’t back when her husband was around, but now she’s dressing younger. Acting her age and not like some old woman desperate to please her gay husband.

“The sun’s burning up my skin. If you don’t mind?”

She’s holding the bottle and standing up in her bikini as she drops the towel on the chair. No longer is she acting shy, but it’s as if she wants us to go to the next level. She’s giving me an open invitation. I’m so fucking nervous as I stand up and get closer to her. This is why I came here, but there’s one thing wanting something and then being handed it on a plate that makes me feel slightly nervous about the barrier that I’m about to cross with Jennifer. She has lust written all over her face, and her stringy tight bikini leaves nothing to the imagination as she turns around and I start applying the lotion. I find myself staring at her back rather than squeezing the contents into my hand.

Fuck! She’s so damn sexy, I feel like bending her over and taking her right now. I drop the bottle on to the chair and then start getting to work. I take a deep breath, but I’m frozen. It’s as if for the first time in my life I’ve turned into a chicken.

“Is everything okay back there?”

She tilts her head to the side, and I want to tell her that I have a hard-on that’s dying to take her right now. But, I find myself just nodding my head like a chump. I’m fucking speechless as I start rubbing my hand and applying most of the lotion to my own hands, I’m fucking scared to touch her. I know that once I do, I won’t be able to stop. I take a deep breath as I lift up one arm and then gently rub the lotion up and down her arm. I’m gently massaging her, and soft murmurs escape her mouth. She’s getting as turned on as I am at the moment and I haven’t started working on the rest of her body. I start on her back with tiny circular motions. I throw the towel around my waist on the chair as I feel like a master at work.

There’s something sexy about massaging her that’s turning me on in a different way. I’m the kind of guy that normally fucks. I’ve never massaged a girl, I’ve never been asked, it’s always been about getting my cock in and just coming. With Jennifer, it’s different. As I start to get to her ass, I expect her to tell me to stop. To tell me that I’m going down too low.

I bend down and grab the lotion like a greedy kid and rub it in the palm of my hands and then her body starts to rock as I start to gently pull her ass cheeks apart. Fuck, I could slip a finger right in her pussy right now. I know that she wouldn’t say no.

“Your ass needs personal attention,” I growl as I start kneading it harder. I’m so fucking hard right now. I want to take her so badly.

She purrs, “Keep giving it attention.”

Her body’s rocking and I can hear her breathing pick up as I start to move my fingers in between her legs. I know that she’s enjoying it as she opens up her legs. She’s fucking wet, ready for me to take her, but I'm enjoying myself too much as I work in between her legs. I’m crossing a line, waiting for her to tell me that I should stop. She doesn’t, so I continue at making her come as her murmurs start to turn to moans. I want her to feel my fingers for a little while, I’ll replace it with my big, fat cock.