Bobby liked waking up in bed with Mrs. Fargo. Before they got out of bed, they made love again, but when they finished, she told him she had some appointments that morning, so he had to leave. Reluctantly, Bobby left the Fargo home, hoping he and Mrs. Fargo would have a chance to spend another night together soon.
When he got home he took a bath and changed, then he went back down to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator door and was reaching for the milk bottle when the phone rang. He closed the refrigerator door and picked up the phone. "Hello?" he said.
"Hello. Is this Bobby Draper?" a woman's voice asked.
"Ah...yes, it is," Bobby replied.
"Bobby," my name is Paulette Dennison," the woman said. "Nicole Everett said you sometimes help her with chores. I was wondering if you might have time to come over and help me with some things today?"
"Sure," Bobby replied. "I'm not doing anything this morning...all day, actually." He'd never met Mrs. Dennison, but he knew who she was. She and her husband, the first black couple on the block, lived three doors down from his house. Her husband - an emergency room doctor at University Medical Center Trauma Center - was well liked and the couple quickly integrated into the neighborhood.
Bobby had seen Mrs. Dennison working in her yard and knew she was attractive and slim with a closely cropped tightly curled black hair.
"When do you want me to come over?" he asked.
"That's up to you. Any time you have free is fine," Mrs. Dennison replied. "I'll be home all day."
"I'll be over in a little while," Bobby told her. "As soon as I finish breakfast."
"That will be fine, Bobby," Mrs. Dennison said.
Bobby ate a quick breakfast then he walked down the street to the Dennison house.
Mrs. Dennison greeted Bobby at the door wearing a pair of form-fitting jeans that set off her finely shaped legs and bottom nicely. The way her breasts moved under the wide-necked, multi-colored T-shirt she had on told Bobby that she was braless.
"The boxes I need help with are in there in the office," Mrs. Dennison said, gesturing toward a doorway. "I really do appreciate your coming over on such short notice, Bobby."
"Ah...OK, sure," Bobby replied. He wondered what Mrs. Dennison looked like naked. He'd never seen a black woman naked. His cock started to harden. "Damn!" he thought. "I gotta learn to calm down. Not every adult woman I meet wants me to get in their pants."
"Good, come on," Mrs. Dennison said, and started walking toward the next room. "The sooner we get started, the sooner we'll be done."
Bobby followed, watching the woman carefully as she walked in front of him. "She's got a great ass!" he mused.
"I need to get all these books put away," Paulette told the young man when they arrived in a room with walls lined with empty shelves. "My husband decided he needed a medical library here at home," she explained. "Unfortunately, I'm the one who gets stuck setting it up. Start with that box there. Those books go on the first shelf."
"OK," Bobby said. He began stacking the books where Mrs. Dennison indicated. He couldn't help but ogle the lovely black woman as he worked.
At one point, when Mrs. Dennison bent down to pick up some books, her T-shirt sagged away from her chest and Bobby got an eyeful. He learned that her breasts, although small, were really nice! Then, it happened again. He began timing his bending and stacking so he was in position to look down Mrs. Dennison's shirt whenever she bent over.
It wasn't long before Bobby's T-shirt was soaked with sweat. He kept shifting position. His jeans were getting tight.
Eventually, Paulette noticed that the young man seemed to be looking in her direction a lot as they worked. She thought he was cute and was delighted he found her attractive. As they continued stacking the books, she finally realized he was looking down her shirt when she bent over.
At one point, when they were both bent over, she caught Bobby's eyes with hers. When the young man blushed Paulette knew her suspicions were confirmed. "Bobby!" she said softly, holding the young man's eyes with hers, "What are you doing?"
Embarrassed that Mrs. Dennison had caught him looking down her shirt, Bobby straightened up and stepped back, eyes wide, his face getting hot. "Aw, ah,nothing, Mrs. Dennison," he stammered.
Paulette straightened up, too. "You were looking down my shirt, weren't you, Bobby?" she asked softly.
Bobby stared at the floor and nodded stiffly.
"Did...did you like what you saw?" Paulette asked. The minute she said it, she was sorry she'd asked. Something was happening to her and she wasn't sure what it was. Why had she asked him that particular question, anyhow?
Bobby nodded.
"Thank you," Paulette said. She moved closer to the trembling boy. "You're all sweaty, Bobby. Is it too warm in here for you?"
The panic Bobby was feeling changed to confusion. Mrs. Dennison didn't sound angry. In fact... He didn't move away when she moved closer to him.
"Why don't you take your shirt off?" Paulette murmured. Without waiting for Bobby to respond, she tugged his shirt out of his jeans and pulled it over his head.
Bobby couldn't believe it! Mrs. Dennison really was coming on to him! She'd just taken his shirt off!
Paulette, not sure what was going on in her mind, ran her hands over the boy's smooth chest after she had his shirt off. It felt nice. He was so warm. "You have a nice body," she whispered. "Has anyone ever told you that?"
"Uh...no...no, ma'am," Bobby replied.
Paulette's hand continued to move. "Come on, I bet your girlfriends tell you that all the time, don't they?" she asked.
"I...I don't know..." Bobby replied softly, shrugging.
Her dark hand slid over his pale skin. "Do you have a steady girlfriend?" she asked.
"No...ah, no ma'am," Bobby stammered. "I don't have time!" he thought.
"I can't believe a good-looking boy like you doesn't have a steady girl!" Paulette whispered.
