Everyone in this story is at least eighteen years of age when having sexual relations.
S8E17 continued:
The next day, Henry and Fiona went sightseeing and Vanessa went with them as guide.
Mike took it upon himself to start packing up Eve's belongings, knowing she was never coming back to stay permanently.
Jen came into the room and she was dressed to kill. She was wearing one of Mandy's old black leather skirts. It was extremely tight and barely covered her ass. Above that, she was wearing a cropped top that showed off her toned belly and her pert tits. It was easy to see she wasn't wearing a bra under it. She leaned against the door frame and stared at him.
Mike looked up and for the first time in his life, he was speechless, "Aw why aren't you out with your dad and Fiona?"
She stepped into the room, "Because I wanted to spend some time with you. You know I don't want to be around Fiona. What are you doing"
He stared at her and felt a tightening in his pants, "Aw well, I'm packing up Eve's stuff. I realized, she isn't returning."
She nodded, "The way you were acting, I didn't thing you would ever accept that."
"Well, I'm having a little difficulty moving on. I loved the way things used to be. I've got to learn to make the best of it, you know?" He stared at her, "It's not like I have a choice"
She came off the wall and stepped closer to him, "I get it. You're talking about me, too. But maybe I don't want to move on."
He reached up and swept her hair from her face, "I'm not talking about you. I was talking about your dad. You know, he wants to move on. He's having a hard time, and I understand that." She looked down and he raised her chin with his finger, "And do you want to make it harder for him?"
She shook her head, "No, I understand, but do you really want to know the real reason I didn't go sightseeing with my father?"
He nodded, "Sure, what is it?"
She stepped closer to him, "Aw, well, yesterday, last night, after I returned from my walk, I came upstairs and saw you and Fiona. I also saw Vanessa and my Dad. I remembered that Vanessa told me when we were at the spa, that you wanted to make me a woman. I've been thinking about it ever since and well, I'd really like...."
He stopped her, putting his fingers to her lips, "I'd be honored, Jen. Go close the door, lock it too, and we'll see what we can do about your dilemma."
She hurried to the door, closed it and locked it. She turned and watch as Mike walked over towards her. She watched him walk and stop before her. His eyes slid down her trim body.
Suddenly, to Jen everything happened in slow motion. With Mike before her, his breathing picked up. She looked down his body and when her eyes met his, she shivered. His eyes were on her freshly painted lips. Her eyes went to his lips. He stepped closer to her and took her face in his hands and he planted a soft, chaste kiss on her lips.
She released a gasp as his lips moved, kissing her harder. His lips parted and his tongue swept over her lips and she opened her mouth, letting him in. She shivered, never, ever being kissed like that before, she melted into his embrace.
He took a step closer to her, pinning her tiny body against the door she just locked. His entire body molded to hers and she could feel his erection pressing against her bare belly and she shivered. She knew then and there this was what she wanted. This is what she waited over eighteen years to experience. Unlike with Vanessa and Mandy, she felt the raging hormones, the ones she wanted to release and accept Mike, fully in to her body.
Mike continued to kiss her, switching up from an intense kisses to light gentle ones. He kept her pinned to the door, his hips against her body. She knew he was ready, willing and able to give her what she needed. Her body responded. A twinge between her legs told her where she wanted him to be.
Mike finally broke the kiss and sweeping her silky, black hair from her neck and shoulder, he ran his lips from her mouth to her neck, leaving a trail of wetness as he went. He began moving his hands, setting off fires all over her tiny body. She was glad she was wearing panties, or he'd be able to see her pussy juices running down her thighs.
She felt him pull back, no longer trapping her against the wall. He reached down, grabbing the bottom of her cropped top and tugging on it lightly, she raised her arms, helping him remove it. Her breathing was erratic now, she was naked from the waist up.
Mike tossed it aside. He saw her pert tits, pointing towards the ceiling. Her coal black nipples were erect, begging for attention. He reached for them and he massaged and kneaded them, "Perfect, absolutely perfect, Jen."
She blushed and he shook his head, "Never, ever be ashamed of the way you look, you are so beautiful Jen, and I'm going to show you just how beautiful you are." He tweaked her nipples and rolled them between his thumbs and index fingers. A moment later, his wet mouth closed over the tip of one, drawing it into his mouth. He licked and sucked on it. Electric bolts shot through her body and settled between her legs. He was hitting all of the right buttons and she was having a difficult time standing there.
Jen was shaking as she looked down. He moved to the other tit and gave it the same treatment. After he pulled away, they were gleaming with his saliva. He slowly sank to his knees, licking and kissing the tender flesh of her ribs and her concaved belly. Mike found the tiny zipper on the side of her skirt and pulling it down, he wiggled it from side to side and it fluttered to the floor. He kicked it aside and leaned in and inhaled her sweet scent, "Mmm, your scent is as luscious as you look. He resumed kissing her; he left a trail of wetness from her belly, to her hip. he moved down her slender thigh and back up the other and ended up at the tight V, that was hidden under her sopping wet thong.
