Jake Peterson hung up the phone with a grin on his face. Laura Higgins! He never thought things would have gotten this far. Now he had a date with her this Saturday, just two days away!
He went to the refrigerator to grab a "celebratory" beer and flicked on the television.
"Laura Higgens," he thought to himself. True she wasn't what he always thought to be "his type," but he had to admit, he could bend his rules just this once! She was about 5'8," dark piercing eyes, jet black straight hair and couldn't weigh more that 110 pounds, with a good share of that in her chest. Her thin frame always visible through the tight clothes she wore each time he saw her.
It was last year when Jake decided he couldn't last one more day working his actuary job and decided to go back to school for an architectural degree. All through High School he excelled at his science classes, but what came most easily to him was math. So when it was time to meet with his guidance councilor to choose his college, it was agreed that a math degree would be best. Never one to look to complicate his life, Jake cruised through the easiest path, graduating from Lafayette college in Pennsylvania with a 3.4 GPA and a BS in Mathematics. He wouldn't say he exactly enjoyed his major, but as it came so easily to him, he figured it was meant to do.
Upon graduation, he continued upon the path of least resistance, getting a good paying job at a large insurance company as an actuary. Unfortunately, when he actually started working, he quickly realized just how boring his job could be. So used to taking the easy route, he longed for some more creativity and challenge in his life.
So now at 27 years old, he found himself back in school, pursuing his first love, born in high school art class: Architecture.
Back at Lafayette full time, taking classes both at night and during the day, he finally felt his life was going in the right direction. He had a nice apartment, his student loans paid off, with a good nest egg in bank from his six years in the work force, and his future ahead of him.
It was in a drafting class that Jake first met Laura. All eyes followed her as she entered the classroom, exuding sexuality. Jake also admired her, joining the rest of the guys in the room looking at her prominently displayed cleavage almost bursting over her tight white low cut shirt. Her tight fitting jeans also showing off her very fit body.
He wasn't a big fan of such obvious sexuality (and much more partial to smaller breasts), but had to admit, she was quite pleasing to the eye, and a bit of a rarity in his male dominant classes.
So he was that much more surprised when weeks later after pairing up with her, he found he actually liked her. She was smart, funny, and although a bit of a flirt (in the way she acted and dressed), seemed to be a really nice person. Months later after all the signs (touching his arm when she talked to him, always asking about his personal life) Jake decided to ask her out.
At 5'9," Jake generally preferred shorter girls, and his previous girlfriends, although attractive, were never ones interested in drawing attention to themselves. Although he never had trouble with the opposite sex, he considered himself pretty average with his brown hair slightly larger than average nose. But his girlfriends all told him how adorable he was, and with his athletic build and blue eyes assured him he was quite the catch.
He went to bed that night thinking about his date that Saturday, with visions of Laura's body dancing through his mind.
Saturday morning he got up, changed quickly and was off to to gym. He found himself with extra energy, bench pressing a few more reps than usual, visualizing Laura, her body adding inspiration. He figured he'd finish his workout, shower, run over for his tutoring session, have time to finish up his schoolwork, and then get ready for his date.
Three hours later he found himself waiting at the door of the Harper's house.
"Hello Mrs. Harper. . . " He said weakly to the attractive woman who answered the door.
"Hi Jake," she said quickly, ducking behind the door, reemerging with her keys in her hand. "Rebecca will be right there, help yourself to something to drink. I'll see you next week." Off she went, sliding into her black Audi parked in the driveway.
Jake again noticed how distracted Mrs. Harper looked and again wondered just how well she was functioning. He opened the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of water and sat down at the table in the kitchen.
His former coworker referred him to the Harpers, explaining their situation to Jake and asking him if he was interested in picking up a little extra money.
Three years ago, Mr. Don Harper was killed in a traffic accident on the way home from work, leaving his wife Jill and 13 year old daughter Rebecca alone in their large suburban Chicago home. The two were devastated, Rebecca pulling herself into a shell, started struggling badly in school and Jill pouring herself into her job working at an adult employment catering towards minority women. As things slowly got worse for Rebecca, Jill couldn't seem to find the solution for her, and recognizing her own unhappiness, decided for a change.
With the considerable insurance from Don's death, Jill decided to move back to Pennsylvania to the town she grew up in, hoping the change would be good for the struggling Rebecca. Now three years later, Rebecca was doing much better, enrolled in an all-girls private school, and Jill employed by the local school district, directing the adult education division.
A few months after leaving his job with the insurance company, his former coworker Janet called him, telling him of a friend she knew from the local gym and how her daughter Rebecca was in need of a math tutor. He agreed and started the weekend sessions, always arriving as Jill Harper was leaving for her day of classes.
Although Jake hardly had any contact with Jill Harper, as she always seemed so distracted when he saw her, He soon learned that she was quite a nice woman, and a bit more in tune than he thought. She quickly picked up on his discomfort the first time they met as Jake struggled with what to call her (Is it still Mrs.? Is it Ms.? How does one address a widow?), smiled and told him she still preferred Mrs. Harper, or Jill. Jake stuck with Mrs. Harper.
She introduced him to her seventeen year old daughter Rebecca, and they agreed to meet for an hour each week.
Rebecca was a cute girl with dirty blond hair, about 5'2," very quiet and like her mother, often seemed distracted. Jake quickly found out she was quite a sweet girl, and very intelligent. In fact, early on Jake had a conversation with Jill expressing his view that she probably didn't need math tutoring, but she let him know that although she was doing much better in school, math was always her "difficult" subject, and even if not entirely necessary, she wanted to continue the sessions.
"Hey Becky!," Jake said as she walked into the room. Their first session as he was leaving she shyly asked him to call her Becky. She said that's what her dad always called her, and now her mom's the only one who calls her Rebecca. He apologized sheepishly saying "of course," feeling a bit awkward at the mention of her father, and she gave him a little smile.
He remembered that day when he first saw her, coming down the stairs with her baggy Chicago Bears sweatshirt and sweatpants, her wavy hair up in a ponytail and wire rim glasses. He honestly thought she was no more than fourteen. Then the next week, she almost looked like a diferent girl, with her hair down, contact lenses in and wearing jeans. He noticed what a nice (and definitely not fourrteen year old) body she had, and how pretty her eyes were. Jake couldn't help looking at her rear end as she got up for a drink, and wondered what she was hiding under yet another one of her baggy sweatshirts.
In subsequent weeks he couldn't help but notice her top half was as nice as her bottom with a body that reminded me of a gymnast or ice-skater.
"Another sweatshirt!" Jake joked as she sat down. "And another one I haven't seen yet!"
"I like to be warm," she retorted, "And as cold as mom keeps the house, it's almost all I wear 'till April." In fact the only time Jake saw her wearing anything else was a couple of weeks back when the temperature outside, uncharacteristically for March, hit 73.
As she was working some problems out of her trigonometry book a few minutes later he looked her over unconsciously comparing her to Laura. He always thought Becky would become a very attractive woman (He saw what a difference a change in clothes and hair could make), but she'd never have the pure sexuality of Laura. Sitting there Jake could feel his heart race a bit, thinking about Laura's chest, putting his hand on her breast, in her shirt . . . .
"How's that?" Becky said, startling him back to the moment. Jake quickly leaned over hiding the slight erection he knew he had produced with his daydreams. Again her work was flawless.
"Trying to put me out of a job?" he asked. She flashed him an embarrassed smile.
"Just trying not to disappoint you Jake. You know how much that would hurt me." Now she was joking. As Jake left that day he thought what a sweet girl she was, and how he probably would have gone ga-ga for her when he was in high school. It was a shame about her father, and he really hoped things would work out for her and her mother.
But Jake had larger fish to fry! Enough of the Harpers, it was his night tonight! He had Laura Higgins to prepare for!
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When Jake returned to his apartment at 12:30 that night he had an almost painful erection. He was quite pleased with how his date went! He had picked up Laura and his eyes were immediately drawn to her prominently displayed cleavage, her exposed midriff and what looked like "painted-on" black leather pants. She gave him a peck on the cheek and off they went. After a nice dinner, they went to see a movie, and all night he couldn't help but move his eyes from her chest to her ass, to her face and back to her chest. All the while she flirted with him, again giving little touches here and there, continuing her flirtations. He wondered what the end of the night would hold.
When they got back to her apartment, he expected to be asked in, and was a bit disappointed when she mentioned getting up early the next morning and needing her sleep. His disappointment quickly vanished however as she leaned in an kissed him passionately, her mouth slightly open, her tongue probing his lips.
As quickly as she started her kiss, she pulled away, giving Jake a mischievous look as she retreated into her apartment and closed the door.
Jake found himself standing at the door for several seconds with a huge hard-on, wondering if the night could have gone better.
Once home he quickly washed up, jumped into bed and couldn't help himself from masturbating to the image of running his hands all over Laura's body, hoping he would be playing this out for real in the not too distant future.
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