Just before Spring Break, Scott's dad took him and his brothers down to the coast for a weekend of fishing. That Friday night I passed his house coming home from a date. The date had gone well. Better than I had expected.
The dinner and movie with Susan had been fun, but the drive home had made the date. On the way, we had stopped in the alley behind her house to make out in my car. After kissing for awhile, I unbuttoned her blouse. Pushing the blouse aside and the bra up, I uncovered her firm perky tits with their pink nipples--she must have worn a B cup. They were gorgeous. As I felt one of the hard nipples, she gasped on my mouth.
We began kissing again, as I fondled her. She brushed my cock with her elbow tentatively at first and then overtly. Finally, she had reached to rub it. "Please," I whispered when she had hesitated to unzip my pants. Looking quickly at me, she had pulled the zipper down and pushed her hand in to fumble for my dick. The shaft was swollen and already slick with pre-cum; she whispered "oh" as her hand slid down it pulling it through the open fly. We continued kissing, only stopping for me to tell her how much I had enjoyed the evening. When she eventually pulled away, I thought we had finished, but then she had lowered her mouth to my wet, hard cock to put it in her mouth.
It was a sloppy inexperienced blowjob. We had made a mess of it. She grated my cock with her teeth a couple of times and jumped when I ran my hand down her back to her ass. At just about that point, I came unexpectedly, making her gag and spit out the cum. Afterwards, though, she had been surprised by the kiss and the cuddling. I think she had expected to be shuttled home and quickly dropped off. Instead, I had asked her to let me sit and hold her. I wanted a second date. I wanted to see, touch, the rest of her.
Driving past Scott's house, I was weighing that possibility--the damp between my legs and the tingle of her teeth on my cock making me optimistic. Absently, I slowed to a crawl, idly wondering what Mrs. Green was doing and strangely wanting to share my success with her. Remember, eighteen or not, I was a high school senior with a high school senior's mentality. I had just had a blow job from a dance team captain in my car. I had to share. And Mrs. Green was a mentor of sorts after our first encounter.
It was late. Sometime after midnight, but I could see a dim light through the window of Scott's parents' room, her room. Since Scott was at the coast with his dad and brothers, she would be alone. Probably. (Later, I would discover that was not always the case.) Pulling over, I hopped out and followed Chris's lead--something I had seen him do time and again: I crouched and jogged over to the window. I am not sure why the crouch was necessary, but it seemed so.
Glancing in through the curtains, I could not make out much at first. Then I saw her on the bed, nude. One hand was playing with her bare nipple as the other rubbed something against the soft blonde thatch of hair. I could not make out what it was. Her legs were spread and her knees bent partially blocking the view. Her back arched as she pressed it against herself. My cock was tingling, so I reached in my jeans to rub it as I continued to watch her. As she clenched her ass and arched her back, I eased my hard cock out of my pants and began stroking it more intently.
I had wanted to see her nude. I had wanted to see that blonde pussy again. And now, I wanted to see what else she would do with what was in her hand.
She had begun to buck when she saw me in the window. Something had caught her attention. She jolted up right. Then frantic, she yanked her robe on and gestured at the backyard. Not frightened. She was furious. It was obvious what she expected. And it was obvious that I was about to have to explain myself. Shoving my still hard cock in my pants, I zipped up.
I hopped the fence and moved to the backdoor. It was quiet a moment before the lights came on, and I saw her glance through the curtain. Looking at me, she seemed to be considering before the lock turned.
"John, what in the hell?" She was angry and exasperated. There was something else too. Something other than anger.
"I'm not sure. I don't know. I just wanted to tell you." And then I stopped, wondering what I wanted to tell her. In that moment, I realized what she was wearing, standing alone with me in an empty house. She had her housecoat on, but it was open with nothing underneath. She was standing in front of me almost nude. I think I saw her thighs glistening with wet.
"Well?" Crossing her arms, she looked at me. "John?"
