Hello, there. I am Adam, and the past few weeks can only be described as a whirlwind. Hectic doesn't begin to describe my last month. I graduated law school. I have sat for the Washington State Bar exam. I bought a house, that I am working on landscaping, and I am getting ready to celebrate my birthday in a month. I am turning 21!
Let me explain. I graduated High School before turning 15. College was completed right before turning 18. Law School, done just a couple of weeks ago. Before you go calling me some sort of prodigy, I have always worked my ass off in school. Yes, I have always been successful, graduating tied for first in my class in HS. And graduating Central Washington summa cum laude, in Criminal Justice. I finished 3rd in my class in Law School, U of W. Go Dawgs.
Back to fixing up my new house. Actually, it was my grandparents rental property. I spent many summers helping my Pops keep this house very presentable. From the time I was 12, I was shown the value of hard work. This is also how I transformed myself from a scrawny little kid, into what I am, now. I am still just a shade under 5'9", and weigh a very solid 180.
If you are wondering how a 21 year old can afford his own house. Let me explain. It will also explain why I was raised by my grand parents. You see, my parents, both of whom were alcoholics, were killed in a drunk driving accident, just after my 6th birthday. The ironic thing was they were both sober! The outcome, however, did net me a sizable insurance settlement, that my Pops invested very wisely, for me.
From the time I started helping out, I would always spend a few extra minutes trying to catch a glimpse of Mrs Jackson, over the back fence. Since I was only 12, I could only guess her age, at maybe 25, I don't know. She was taller than me, at lest 5'8" or 5'9", and very attractive. Short, black afro, jet black eyes, and the brightest smile in the neighborhood. She was the only person in the neighborhood with curlier hair than mine.
Yes, her skin was the color of coffee, before cream was added. Her husband was rarely around, as he traveled, quite a bit. Truth be told, she was the first woman I jerked off to.
Fast forward to present day. One of the first days I was working in my back yard, I had just turned my lawn mower off, when I saw Mrs Jackson walking toward our shared fence. The intervening years had only enhanced her beauty, in my eyes. Plus, she was carrying a darling little girl, that I remember my Grammie telling me about. I also remember being told that Mr Jackson had passed away about five months ago, when their daughter was only a couple of weeks old.
As she got my attention, she quietly asked if I was that little kid, Adam, who used to drool at her chest? I must have turned 5 shades of red, before I nodded, to the affirmative.
We chatted for about a half hour, when her daughter started fussing. As we were sitting in lawn chairs, on each side of our fence, she very calmly unbuttoned her blouse lifted a very swollen breast out, and eased Marie onto a very engorged nipple.
At first, I said I better get going, when she quietly said she just wanted some adult company. I have to start realizing that I was an adult. I was so used to being 3 or 4 years younger than all my classmates, I had to rethink my relationships with my neighbors.
I still could not take my eyes off her huge, ebony breasts. Seeing my eyes trying to look away, she asked if I had a girlfriend. I told her, not at this time, as Law School took up most of my time. When Marie finished her lunch, Mrs Jackson didn't cover up causing a rather embarrassing bulge in my shorts.
