My Name is Chris and this is a true story. I have always been very shy around women, my first girlfriend was five years older than I and she had to basically grab my dick and pull me into bed, but that is another story. When this story takes place, I was 18 years old, 6'2", and weighed 180 lbs. I was just finishing my last year of high school, I had been held back when I was a freshman due to language difficulties, I stutter very badly. We lived in a suburb of Houston, a small town with about 100 students in my class, money was never a problem for my family we lived in an upper class neighborhood.
Our neighbors across the street were a single mom Betty and her daughter Jennifer who was a year ahead of me in school, but we were the same age. Jennifer was on the cheerleading team, she had a knock out body 5'8", 110 lbs., long jet black hair, and with a great rack of C's if I had to guess. Her mom bought her a red Firebird several years' prior, she spent at least three hours a week washing and waxing it usually dressed in a pair of tight shorts and a cut off T-shirt. My room was on the second floor of our house, whenever I saw her out I would always find a reason to be in my room so I could watch the tantalizing show.
One evening Betty came over to our house and told us that she was moving to another part of the city, she asked me if there were any way I would help her with the move. My job at the time was very flexible so we worked out how much she would pay me and the deal was done.
I arrived early Friday morning around 8:00 a.m. ready to start, Betty was out moving boxes into a van she had borrowed from a friend, not how I would do a move but oh well. Betty got me a box, some wrapping paper, and set me wrapping dishes in their kitchen. I packaged their dishes the best I could, after about a half an hour and the better part of two cabinets done I was surprised when Jennifer appeared in her pink pajamas. I put my head down and said a quiet hello, she replied telling me how much she and her mom appreciated my help, I was extremely nervous at this point being in the same room as this gorgeous girl. The next half hour seemed like five hours as she slowly ate her breakfast and she told me about how excited she was about going on to college at Texas Tech.
Being a male one of my favorite parts of the female anatomy are the breasts, Jennifer had outstanding breasts and with only her pajamas on they were on display very nicely with her aurorals and perky nipples just barley visible. Jennifer went to shower and on her way out the door gave a small giggle and said "see you when I get out."
About an hour later after more packing there she was walking past wrapped in a towel her flawless legs every mans dream strutting past so perfect . . . Then she was off to work, dressed in a short black skirt and a tight brassier she slipped into her Firebird and sped off.
For the two hours I packaged most of the rest of their kitchen in boxes, I was getting hungry so I went home to get lunch. My dad had left a message on the machine that he and my mom decided to go on a small vacation since I was busy helping the neighbors.
After lunch I finished packing the kitchen into their van, Betty and I drove to her new house. We mostly listened to music, not having much to talk about she asked me about school, high school was very boring so there was not much to say. We got there after about two hours of driving. It was a simple single story ranch on the other side of town, we proceeded to unload the van and make the return trip. Upon returning we got to work loading up their study with all the books. Packing and loading was much easier work and went much quicker.
Five o'clock was here before we know it and Jennifer returned home very pleased with our progress, she changed into her shorts and tee shirt and helped load the van. This was an incredible distraction for me, every time she bent over her breasts were very visible and with her shear bra in plain sight it left me tripping over my own feet. We finished loading the van, Betty decided that she was going to make another trip up to her house to drop the current load off and spend the night with her brother who lived close buy. We made arrangements to meet up around noon or so the next day, Betty had arranged to borrow her brother's truck and trailer to load up all the big stuff. Jennifer said that she had some work to finish up on but asked me if she could come over after she had finished so we could chat some. I was at a loss for words, but after a minute or two I squeaked out a quit "ok" and rushed home.
My parents had both arrived at the house, my dad was packing his fishing equipment and getting the final bags packed as my mom called us in for dinner. We chatted about our day, I told them about the rooms I packed up and about Betty's new house. My dad discussed a big deal that he had arranged with another big company and how he had received a big bonus that afternoon, the real reason for there vacation. We played our usual after dinner card game, and my parents were off to Galveston and our beach house which was on the Bolivar Peninsula a short Ferry ride across Houston ship channel.
I went into our garage, my usual hang out on a Friday night, where I had my wood shop set up. I went to work on my lathe where I had a bowel that I was putting the final touches on with fine sand paper and emery cloth, the discussion with Jennifer the furthest thing on my mind, why after all, would a girl as breath taking as her be interested in me?
After thirty minutes or so I was pulling the bowel off its lathe mount and I heard my dog barking. Turning around I saw Jennifer walking up the driveway her black hair dancing with the gleam of the spot light on her, like a runway model, my breath taken away as usual. She asked to take a look at what I was doing, and came right in the garage with me. The closer she came, the shorter breaths I was taking. She had on the same tee shirt as earlier but had changed to loose-fitting sweat shorts and had on a pair of simple sandals which was exactly where I was looking since I felt if I looked her in the face I would probably pass out due to lack of air. She asked what I was doing, I showed her the bowel that I had finished turning. It was from a very old piece of walnut I had picked up at my grandfathers earlier that year with a very nice grain and a few knots which were very hard to work with. She ran her hands up and down the sides of the bowel, caressing it as you would a fine dish with her small perfect hands.
After talking a little while and getting accustomed to her we went inside to walk my dog, she commented on how nice our house was. I could not get my dog away from sniffing her legs. I could not blame him as that is exactly where I would like to be. She got down on her knees and patted him and he seamed content. We walked around our block chatting about neighborhood gossip, she told me about one guy on our block that was seeing her mom.
I said jokingly "but isn't he married"
