Old man Harrison looked out the window to see how the young kid he hired to brush out his back lot was doing. Jimmie was a strapping strong young man, fresh out of high school, and so far Harrison was pleased, he worked hard. The day before he had made some excuse and left, didn't come back, but he was back this morning so all was fine.
Then he saw that young girl coming down the street, he had seen her go by many times before as she was growing up. Just a pretty young woman, red hair, freckles, and the last few years she had blossomed from a rather skinny looking girl into a rather well filled out young lady. Marilee, her name was, she was the daughter of that Doctor lady that lived a few blocks over.
Something was different today though. She had on a pretty flowered blouse, and things appeared to be moving in there way more than he had seen before. The slacks she had on might as well have been a coat of paint, her hair was down and brushed, makeup on.
Certainly a pretty thing. Harrison glanced over at Jimmie, he had his shirt off, sweat streaming off his chest and back. He was just standing there watching Marilee approach, the double bitted axe he had been swinging now just hanging from his hand.
The two of them spoke, he noticed Jimmie pulled himself up to his full 5' 10" height and his chest seemed to swell as they talked, both of them smiling. Then Jimmie laid down the axe, used a towel to quickly dry himself and pulled on a shirt.
Down the street they went, Marilee reached out and took Jimmie's hand as they walked.
Old man Harrison sighed. That was probably the end of any work today, but oh well. He was not in any real hurry, and from the looks of that young lady, he couldn't blame Jimmie one bit.
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"Mom isn't home, would you like to come over to my house?" Marilee asked Jimmie.
"Sure." They again held hands as they walked along, talking about school and things like that. Jimmie told her how he had plans for engineering school in the Fall, Marilee mentioned she was going to Nursing school in California.
That of course meant they would be a very long ways from each other, she picked up on his reaction, clearly he was already liking the idea of seeing her and they had not even dated yet, not really.
Of course, what happened in her Mother's doctor office was just a procedure, not something that meant anything, not really.
"We will have the whole Summer." She told him with a smile.
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Her house was really nice, it was clear that as a Physician, Marilee's Mom made pretty good money. He sat in a high chair at a counter that separated the kitchen area from the dining space. Even their dining table was obviously real wood, not the fake cheap photo wood like the one he and his Mom had at home.
Marilee poured some lemonade from a pitcher in the fridge, and sat down in one of the other high stools.
"I hope we didn't embarrass you when we had to.. you know, at the office?" She asked.
"No, not really." Jimmie fibbed. He had been mortified at first, having to expose himself like that to not only her Mother, but to a girl from his school that he had only dreamed of from afar.
"I hope you feel better." She smiled at him.
"Yes, by this morning I was almost back to normal." He was doing his best to sound confident and unconcerned, but she was talking about his penis and watching her Mother remove a wasp stinger from right on his foreskin.
"That was my first time, you know."
"First time for what?"
"Seeing a guy's.. you know, like that. I mean, I did see Billy's, we were dating and stuff, but not in the office. Mom asked me to come in because she wants me to get used to it, I didn't know until I got in there that it was you."
Jimmie was mildly blushing again now.
"So? In school, how come you never asked me out, or anything?" She asked.
"I .. you were so pretty and I am just..." His voice trailed off.
"You are a very nice looking boy, I liked the way you were today, all sweaty like that. You looked kind of.. hot." Marilee smiled broadly.
"Hot? Me?" That surprised him, but he liked her comment.
"In fact, you still smell a little bit sweaty, it's not bad. But why don't you take off your shirt,. I can give you a quick wash. I have to do things like that already at the clinic." She got up and went into the other room, and was back in a few seconds with some towels and a spray bottle.
"Come on, let's go into the bathroom." She took his hand and pulled him to his feet. Jimmie went meekly as she led him in there.
"Go ahead and sit there, on the side of the tub. It's OK in here, I didn't want to get anything on the carpet in the living room, Mom would have a Cow if I did." She laughed.
Then she reached out and undid the buttons on his shirt, helped him slide that off. Wetting one of the towels, she began to wipe Jimmie's upper body off, lifting each arm and carefully scrubbing him. It felt really nice, and Marilee took a long time doing it.
She stopped and looked at him with an odd expression. Jimmie started to reach for his shirt to put it back on, he stopped him.
"Wait. Why don't you drop your jeans, I can do the rest and I probably should check to make sure you are healing up properly."
"You want me to take off my pants? Here?" Jimmie felt a flash of his usual bashfulness waft over him. Just the idea was already causing him to erect, her hands touching his bare skin like that had added to that already.
"I..I.. I have a...I'm sorry, I can't help that." He stammered.
"That's OK, boys do that, Mom says to just expect it and ignore it, it's normal. Say, you could use the shower if you want to. But then, we would have to clean it, Mom is really fussy about that. Why don't you...?" She reached for his belt.
In seconds, she had that undone, his jeans unfastened and was tugging them down.
"Here, lift your feet, step out of those." She told him while she was slipping off his shoes. He did as she asked, then went to sit down on the edge of the tub.
"Those, too." She told him, pointing at his briefs. Jimmie hesitated, so she reached out and hooked her thumbs on each side, stripped them down.
"Wow, you weren't kidding!" She watched as his erection swung upwards.
"OK, hold still." She began to wash him like she had with his upper body, careful to cover every inch. Then she dropped to her knees, her face inches from his erection. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, her fingertips barely touched.
