All characters over the age of eighteen.
Jordan was pretending to read again. He'd been pretending to read every night for the last week when he and Dorothy, Dot to her friends, would spend their evenings in the lounge. She didn't own a television and the small, oddly constructed house didn't have cable hookups anyway, so there wasn't much point.
Jordan Thompson had moved in just after graduating high school. His mother had hooked him up with her old college roommate who lived near the college he was going to attend in the fall. His room was on the third floor of a bungalow that had two additions built that climbed the hillside it was situated on. It wasn't the Ritz, but it was cozy and cheap.
His mother, Tracy Thompson, was originally from Hidden Acres. She spoke of it wistfully to him on a number of occasions as he grew up, but he never quite understood the appeal. Now that he was living in this town that seemed lost in time, he was even more confused by her fond recollections.
Dorothy Tenant was friendly and warm, worldly in an unspoken way and exuded sensuality that made Jordan a little uneasy. She would make double entendres that made him blush and then she'd flash a smile that said 'I know what you are thinking!' He'd feel at ease in her company one minute and then she could make him nervous as hell the next.
It didn't hurt that Dot was pretty. Jordan caught himself staring at her more than once and so had she. Almost as tall as Jordan, she had a lush, feminine figure with curves that begged to be caressed and felt. Her ruddy red hair hung just past her shoulders which she would often wear up in a ponytail or clip.
As summer neared Dot wore clothes that showed a lot of skin, but she was always classy. For a woman the same age as his mother, Jordan had to admit she still had it. In the evening, as she read, she would sip her tea while relaxing in a pair of loose silk shorts and a camisole or a lacy nightgown with a light robe over for modesty. He found his gaze lingering on her exposed thighs or at her deep cleavage.
Jordan found himself with an almost constant hard on and he'd spend each night jerking out a load of cum. Sometimes he'd just shoot on his stomach, or, if he got lucky, he'd shoot it into a pair of her panties he had snaked from the bathroom earlier in the day.
"You don't seem to be getting far into that book, Jordan," Dot remarked absently.
"Huh? What do you mean?" He looked up to find that she was leafing through her magazine. He liked to look at her, happy for their conversations so that he could do it naturally and not be worried about staring at her.
Dorothy was a vision, in his eyes. She had large, jiggly breasts. The kind he liked to look at in the girly magazines he found in the garage amongst his dad's things. Her smooth, well shaped legs gave way to a plump ass that tapered to a smaller waist, giving her that hourglass figure he found so alluring. Her face was soft and tender, with kind eyes that made you melt when she smiled at you.
"Well, sweetie, you've been on that same page for three days. Don't you think it's time to give it up?"
"How do you know that I've been on the same page?"
"Never mind that for now," Dot said, tossing her magazine on the table. "Let's have a talk."
"Okay,"Jordan replied and shut his book. "What about?"
He swallowed hard as she got up from her recliner and joined him on the love seat. She pressed her smooth legs against his and the touch of her skin gave him goosebumps. Jordan could smell perfume, something he hadn't detected on her before. It was a light scent with a touch of vanilla. Reaching up, she brushed his shaggy hair out of his face and over his ear. Her soft touch reminded him of his mother for a moment, but the intense look in her eyes was entirely new.
"I know you've never lived with anyone but your parents," she began, her red lips his sole focus as she spoke. "And parents let a lot of things slide for their children. For instance, your mother might not have minded so much when you left your dirty clothes in the bathroom."
"I haven't left the bathroom a mess have I, Dot?" Jordan asked defensively. He'd hate for his mother to hear he was a slob.
"No, maybe that was a bad example." She looked away, and considered a moment and then after a deep breath she blurted out, "I am missing panties." Dot turned to look at him and he felt that rush of adrenaline he did as a kid when he knew his parents were going to punish him. Suddenly his skin was clammy and his nerves were frayed as he waited for the hammer of condemnation to come down.
"Did you take my panties, Jordan?" Her eyes were soft as she looked at him tenderly. Jordan was confused, uncertain why she wasn't furious with him, but her seeming acceptance gave him the courage to admit the obvious. Who else would have taken them? It was only the two of them in this crazy, haphazard home and Dot certainly had no reason to accuse him of something she had done herself.
"Yes," he answered at last, lowering his gaze. She took hold of his hand, her skin hot to the touch and then he lifted his head and looked at her pretty face once more. Dot was looking at him with an amused expression and his heart ached at having disappointed her. He knew she would tell his mother and then shit would really hit the fan.
"Well," she said at last, exhaling deeply and letting out a nervous laugh. "We've got the difficult part out of the way."
"Are you going to tell my mom?" Dot laughed, a sweet, condescending laugh. Jordan might have been incensed if he wasn't in such a predicament. Besides, it was no less than he deserved, he had committed the crime, he would do the time.
"No, I'm not going to tell your mom." She looked as if she thought to say more, but shook her head and dismissed the idea. "Now," she continued with more seriousness in her voice, "we need to come to an understanding, okay?"
"Okay," Jordan said slowly. What on earth was going on?
"It's normal when a man and a woman live together in close quarters that they begin to develop feelings for one another. It's nature's way." She smiled warmly at him and snuggled a little closer. Her soft breast pushed into his arm and his heart raced. Jordan could feel his cock beginning to grow in his shorts and shut his eyes tight in hopes that she wouldn't notice.
"And when one of those is a young, handsome man, well, things can build up to the point where something has to give." She nudged him and laughed softly at his embarrassment. "I can tell you that you aren't the only one who's been needing to relieve some pressure lately."
Jordan's head spun at her words. Did she just admit what he thought? Has Dot been masturbating because he moved into her home? The thought made him dizzy. A picture of her lying on her bed, her supple legs spread and a hand caressing her cunt while the other hand was groping one of her heavy breasts. His cock, slowly coming awake before, suddenly lurched in his shorts.
The sexy smile she flashed him was full of promise. A minute ago he was terrified that he'd be sent packing home because he was a pervert and now he was cuddling on the couch with the sexiest woman he'd ever been close to and she had just admitted that he was making her hot.
"I want you to know that I'm not terribly upset at you for taking my underwear," she said in what Jordan could only call 'a teacher's voice'. It was a statement of fact, devoid of judgement. "I'm more disappointed that you didn't ask." She laughed loudly this time at the look of horror on his face. "Okay, okay, I admit, there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell you would have ever asked."
"No, not a chance in hell," he croaked.
"It's been a long time since I've lived with anyone, let alone a man," Dot admitted, "I'd forgotten what it's like to be in such close proximity with someone you find attractive." Her hand had slipped from her lap and was inching up his thigh. "I was flattered when I realized my missing panties were because you had taken them. Once that happened, well, I might have made sure they were in a state you would, uh, appreciate."
Jordan swallowed hard. Her fingers on his thigh were only a scant few inches from his fully erect penis. "What do you mean?"
Dot's face was flush and her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. He could see the points her stiff nipples were making in the robe. She licked her dry lips as she mustered the courage to answer his question.
"Well, I have a pretty good idea what you do with my underwear after you steal them. Let's just say that when you find them they've already been used once."
Jordan's eyes widened in disbelief. His vision of her pleasuring herself in bed was suddenly altered. This time she lay in bed and rubbed herself through her underwear, knowing that he'd be finding them soon after.
"Oh god," he whispered, his voice heavy with desire. "That's so fucking hot, Dot."
"Can I help you with this?" she asked as her fingers slipped over the head of his cock and began to stroke him lightly through his shorts.
Jordan could only nod and leaned back against the cushions. Dorothy slipped her hand inside his shorts and took a firm hold of his swollen flesh. She let out a deep sigh filled with need and then she was kissing him. Her full, soft lips were ravenous as she pressed against his forcefully, her tongue lashing out. He let her invade and soon the two were kissing noisily as she groped him.
