Jenny was 40 years old and still single. She was black or rather brown. She had light skin probably a gift from some ancestor being raped by their slave master back in the day. She didn't inherit the hair that usually comes with it, soft and curly but instead had a head of kinky black hair that was very conditioned and was probably still just of soft on top of her head.
Six feet tall and a mere one hundred and thirty pounds because she always thought herself heavier than she really was she was a skinny woman and it only made her head seem bigger.
A round full face with big brown eyes she was easy on the eyes that was for sure but being skinny left her with small breasts and a small butt one of the reasons Byron felt that she didn't have a man yet.
Byron and Jenny were cousins. He'd just turned nineteen and was back from college for break. His mother had sent him over to Jenny's because she was having problems with her lawnmower.
Byron was surprised that Jenny did her own lawn but then again she was the active sort and for a woman so skinny in his opinion she was firm and it was probably from doing all the manual work around the house including the lawn herself.
He knocked on the door and pushed the bell the sound of his car ticking behind him as the engine cool loud in the quiet neighborhood. He glanced around; the houses were all various shades of peach and terra-cotta a popular color at sometime in Florida that just stuck.
The dead bolt snapped inside and the door opened the cool air from the air conditioner running out to greet him as much as his cousin did.
"Hey!" Jenny opened her arms wide.
Byron smiled sheepishly and accepted the hug as she pulled him close and pulled him tight pressing him against her skinny frame.
She smelled of spice but he wasn't good at spices but it probably meant she was in the kitchen preparing a meal.
"Hey Jenny," he said when they finally broke the embrace.
She stepped back and he stepped in and the door closed behind them.
"You must tell me all about college so far," she said leading him back to the kitchen. It was an open plan with the kitchen across from a small dinning area which was across from the living room. They had to walk through another living area to get there.
Byron always thought it was too much house for a single woman but she bought when the market was right and now the way the market was going she'd be well to hold it for a while and then get out and make a killing.
They talked for some time as she moved about the kitchen about his classes and what the professors were like what he was planning to do with his time off and all the while Byron couldn't keep his eyes off of her.
She was dressed in a pair of spandex shorts that were way to short. They could have been a pair of underpants for all he knew. They were black and shiny. The shirt she wore was white and tight across her small body.
He guessed she must have bought that in the preteen section of the store.
She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were barely enough to fit in his hands.
Byron didn't have big hands. He was shorter than Jenny at five feet nine inches tall.
"So where's the mower?" He asked feeling something stirring in him as he watched her suddenly eager to get to work before it became clear he was gawking.
"It's out on the porch," she said without turning. She bent to pick something out of the lower cabinets.
Byron smiled. She didn't have a butt all at least not like the bubble butts the girls at college had.
She turned as she straightened.
The image of bubble butts had brought a smile to his face and she caught him with a guilty look on his face.
Mischief was in the smile she gave him in return as she turned away as if she hadn't caught him.
The after image of camel toe was etched in his mind as he headed to the back porch and found the lawnmower on the concrete slab outside the enclosed patio.
Jenny was smart but Byron still checked to make sure there was gas in it and that there was oil in it before he did anything else. He lifted it so he could see the blade. It looked free and he turned it and it was. The filter was clear but when he got to the spark plug he had to go back inside for a socket wrench.
"Progress," Jenny asked as he came in.
"About to find out. You have any socket wrenches."
"In the garage," she said pointing.
He found them on a tool bench that was on one side of the two-car garage her car on the other.
Once he got the spark plug out he saw the problem. It was caked with soot. Taking his time watching as Jenny occasionally moved about the kitchen he cleaned it wondering what she was like under it all.
He smirked, already he had a pretty good idea thanks to what she was wearing but he was curious. With the spark plug cleaned he decided to give it a try worse case he'd have to buy another one and gap it himself but he hoped this was a quicker solution.
The mower started on the third pull. He ran it for a while and tried again and it started don the second pull.
He stepped back in and announced, "All done!"
"Awesome. I heard it. What was wrong?"
He told her and suggested she buy a spark plug anyway and have the filter replaced too.
She said she would and offered him an early lunch.
She'd made chicken and rice and salad while he was outside. The chicken was still in the oven and the smell was filling the house but the rice and the salad were already done.
"Fifteen minutes on the chicken," she said.
Byron had nowhere to go, no plans so agreed and they plopped down next to each other on the couch in the living room. The remote was between them their boundary and they both reached for it blindly.
Jenny got it first and Byron's hand lay on hers.
He pulled back.
She smiled at him and flipped the channels.
They sat in silence for sometime. Byron wasn't sure what to say. From the corner of his eyes he could see her long legs stretched out on the carpet slender and smooth and saw him self holding them at the back of the knees high in the air with Jenny on her back her long arms above her head while he filled her cunt with his cock.
He shook the image from his mind. She was his cousin he told himself but it wasn't like it stopped him before. He'd fantasized about his sister before back when she was much hotter, since then she had picked up some weight but his days of using images of his sister while he sat in his room lotion all over his dick were over for a while. Were they?
He felt sure he'd be using some when he got back to his parent's house.
She stopped at ESPN and the highlights of a Miami Heat loss to the Chicago Bulls.
Byron wasn't big into basketball but he watched a game occasionally.
They sat in silence and then Jenny asked, "You met anyone at college yet?"
"You mean like a girl friend," Byron asked after a pause.
"Or boy friend, I won't judge," she smiled.
He laughed. "No. No boy friends but no girl friends either."
"Playing the field?"
"I suppose." Byron really wasn't. The girls there were looking for a lot more than he had to give. They seemed to be looking for a husband and all he wanted was the occasional hook up or someone who didn't want anything long-term so he was restricted to parties where he got the hook up for the night.
Images danced across his mind of the five girls he'd enjoyed so far. They were all drunk like he was and willing to do anything. He'd lived out five different pornography fantasies with them.
The first one was and small petite Asian thing. Short hair, glasses she was reserved an afterwards shy around him because of what did after the party in the off campus apartment her parents paid for to keep her focused.
Byron had fucked her in the ass, his first ever anal experience. She was tight, a screamer and it was great to empty his load in her rectum after pounding her ass and watching it bounce.
The second one was a white girl who didn't care much for foreplay. He felt like a slut afterwards. She rode him hard for hours after the party cumming over and over again until she'd had enough luckily he'd gotten off on her last climax. He felt she'd leave him hanging when she was done for sure.
The third and fourth were at the same time. Two girls, both white, both from the Midwest eager to try something new. It was his first threesome and it was a blast.
At first he didn't think he was going to be able to give them both the same amount of attention and once he came he felt sure he'd be done but after the first of the two and then watching them eat each other out he was able to give them both a load of cum in their cunt that they readily sucked out and swallowed. The wonders of alcohol.
The last one was a black girl. She was harder to get but well worth the chase but he didn't get his dick in her pussy or her ass. She was more interested in sucking his cock, which as far as he was concerned was just as good. The only trade off was once he was done she had to suck her clit and Byron wasn't against going down on her and bringing her to multiple climaxes.
"What are you thinking," Jenny asked. She was leaning forward looking at him.
He smiled. "Uh. Nothing."
"You're thinking about some girl," she said. She laughed as timer went off.
Pushing off the couch she went to the kitchen and took the chicken out and let it cool.
"Were they good," she asked. "The girls."
Byron shrugged. "I suppose."
"Well as long as you're careful and have fun. You want a beer with lunch," she asked.
"Sure," he said.
"Don't tell anyone I gave you one though."
He smiled.
The food was delicious. One thing his mother always said was that Jenny could cook.
