The names and characters are purely fiction. Any similarities to actual persons are strictly coincidental.
The Feinbergs and the Summers had been neighbors for a dozen years. The Feinbergs had moved north from Savannah because of Mr. Feinberg's job. The Summers were a few years older, and the youngest of their two sons, Jeff, was five years older than the Feinberg's only son. Jeff enjoyed listening to Rebecca Feinberg's southern drawl even before he discovered his physical attraction to her. None of the other moms on the block talked as pretty as Mrs. Feinberg.
From Jeff's early teen years, he had a crush on the attractive Rebecca Feinberg. He went out of his way to endear himself to Mrs. Feinberg. One time, he shoveled snow from the Feinberg's driveway, free of charge, before Mr. Feinberg came from work. To thank him, Rebecca invited him in for a mug of hot cocoa. During the ensuing conversation, Rebecca realized that Jeff was much more mature than most boys his age. Over a mug of cocoa, Jeff and Rebecca became friends.
By his nineteenth birthday, Jeff stood 6'4" and had a lean, muscular body. He had intelligent, mischevious blue eyes, short brown hair, and a warm smile. Several girls around Jeff's age had eagerly had sex with Jeff, but Jeff was seeing only a girl named Diane steadily. Jeff had strong feelings for Diane, but still sometimes stroked his eight-and-a-half-inch woody to thoughts of Mrs. Feinberg.
At age 42, Rebecca Feinberg still turned men's heads. Her brown eyes were beautiful and alluring. She wore her dark brown hair in a straight, relaxed style which reached to just past her shoulders. Because she worked out regularly, Rebecca possessed a figure that many women fifteen years younger wished they had. Her slim waist accentuated her 34C breasts. She liked to show off her shapely legs in short skirts and short-shorts. From what Jeff could see, even concealed by her tight jeans, Rebecca's ass was firm and perfectly shaped.
Rebecca's husband, a business administrator, had become fat, balding, and neglectful. He assumed that because he provided well financially, he could take her for granted. He was wrong.
Jeff had finished his second semester of college, but wasn't scheduled to begin his Summer job for another two weeks. He was enjoying just doing what he pleased. It turned out to be another warm, sunny day, so after lunch, Jeff went out to his freshly mowed backyard wearing only a pair of gym shorts. He performed some warm-up stretches, before practicing some karate katas. Their backyard was relatively private and Jeff didn't know he had an audience.
He had just finished the third kata, when he heard a woman's voice call to him.
"That was really great!"
Jeff stopped and looked to his right. Standing at some bushes which separated their yards was Rebecca, smiling at him.
Jeff returned the smile and called, "Thanks."
"Hey, can I ask you a question?" Rebecca motioned for him to come over to her.
"Sure, Mrs. Feinberg," Jeff replied as he walked over to her.
"Oh, please call me Rebecca," she smiled.
On this warm day, she was wearing a pair of short-shorts that showed off her tanned legs, and a tight tank-top that did the same for her large breasts. To Jeff, she'd never looked sexier.
"Okay... Rebecca," Jeff grinned at her.
"I was just curious," Rebecca began, "I saw you at our Temple a few Fridays ago, sitting with some other teenagers. You didn't convert, did you?" She grinned at him.
Jeff laughed and shook his head, "No... Mark Grossman, a guy in my high school class, told me that your Temple was sponsoring a bring a non-Jew to Temple night. He asked me if I'd go with him, so I said sure."
"So, what did you think of your first Jewish service?"
"Oh, it wasn't my first," Jeff explained, "I've been to your Temple several times."
"You have?"
"Well. I had quite a few Jewish kids in my classes, and I became friendly with most of them. Whenever the Temple had any kind of interdenominational event, I would get asked to go, since they knew I would."
"I sho'nuff knew that my friend, Jeff, wasn't prejudiced, like some people."
Jeff smiled, shook his head, and shrugged, "I've dated Jewish girls. Someone's religion doesn't matter to me."
Rebecca nodded, smiled warmly, and said, "Hey, why don't you come in for some iced tea? I'd like to ask you more about this program I didn't even know our Temple had." She smiled invitingly.
Jeff recognized an opportunity, so he replied, "Sure, that'd be great."
Jeff followed her shapely backside up the couple porch steps and into her kitchen. Rebecca poured two glasses of iced tea and handed one to Jeff. He thanked her, leaned against the counter, and took two long swallows. Rebecca sipped her iced tea and tried not to stare at Jeff's muscular, bare torso, but her inhibitions were crumbling. His chiseled pectoral muscles were just below eye level. Though she knew that Jeff was only nineteen, he looked and acted older, which only added to his attractiveness.
After they made more small talk about Jeff going to the Synagogue, Mrs. Feinberg moved closer to Jeff and said, "I'll bet you've lifted a lot of weights to get muscles like that." Then, she casually reached up and ran her hand over his bare bicep. Jeff felt his pulse quicken.
"Yeah, I have," Jeff said with a nervous smile.
