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.
