Sexual Maturity Ch 01

"Hey Leah, I'm so sorry to bother you, but I have a favor to ask," I heard my middle-aged neighbor say on my doorstep while she held some kind of basket.

"Oh my god, Agnes, you look so frazzled, are you ok?" I replied, genuinely concerned since I've known her for years and had never seen her like this.

"Yes, I'm fine. It's just the worst luck. I woke up today and realized my house didn't have any hot water. I guess my water heater broke? I called like a dozen plumbers, but the earliest someone could come out is tomorrow. Can I by any chance use your shower? I'm so sorry to ask, but I'm just in a real pinch."

"Of course! Come in, come in!" I said.

"You can use my guest bathroom. It's right over th-what am I saying, you've been over so many times you know where it is. Oh, and you can find some spare towels in that cabinet."

"You're such a lifesaver Leah! This is why you're my favorite neighbor!" she said, clutching her basket tightly.

"You're so sweet...but aren't I your only neighbor? Didn't old man Gil pass away and his family is still trying to sell that house?"

"Like, I said, my favorite neighbor," she repeated with a huge smile on her face and we shared a quick laugh with each other.

"Just so you know, I was actually about to step out to play some Tennis at the park. Feel free to shower and then lock the door on your way out."

"Oh yes, definitely! Oh, real quick before you go, do you mind if my son also comes over and uses the shower too?" she asked quickly.

"Your son? I thought he was in Europe with his father?"

"Oh my, did I never tell you? Bless my heart, I'm so forgetful sometimes. He finished High School there, but he just came home to go to college here. Would you believe it, he chose Wheaton College! How funny would it be if he took one of your classes! If only your son also went to Wheaton and didn't go to school on the other side of the country. I'm sure they would be fast friends."

"Wow, that's so exciting! You must be so happy to have him back! God, I don't think I have seen him since middle school, but anyways, yes, of course he can use it too."

"I'm so thrilled. It's so nice having one of my babies back in the house because it's been so lonely since my daughter left for college too. I guess I shouldn't call him a baby anymore, he's grown up so much. He's so handsome too! I just know the girls at school will be fawning all over him."

I scoffed with a smile and gently slapped her arm when I heard her continue, "It's true though! He's probably going to break so many hearts. Oh anyways, enough about me, you need to get going. I'll be fine!"

"Alright, I'll get going then. I'll see you at my pool party tomorrow, right?" I said while I grabbed my bag with my tennis gear.

"Wouldn't miss it!" she replied enthusiastically.

"Ok, I'll see you later!" I said as I walked out of the house and to my car sitting in my driveway.

A stranger might have thought it was really weird for me to leave someone in my house alone, but I've known Agnes for years and we've been neighbors for so long that I practically considered her a sister. Granted, I was a little hesitant about letting her son use my shower as well, but Agnes was such a close friend that I was confident her son would be respectful. I tried to imagine what he looked like now that he was fully grown, but I had such a hard time. I could only see him as this short, skinny kid.

I backed out of my driveway and drove a short distance to a local park where they had a lot of tennis courts. Ever since I was little, I loved playing. I even played competitively in high school and college, but sadly I wasn't good enough for the professional scene. Instead, I decided to get my Master's degree and eventually found my way into teaching at Wheaton College. However, I never stopped loving the game and always carved out time to play. Besides, it was a great workout to stay in shape. After I arrived and parked my car, I walked over to the courts.

It was the end of Summer, but still incredibly hot out. I was so thankful that tennis outfits were so light and breezy otherwise I'd probably melt right on the court. I put my long brown hair in a ponytail and started to practice by myself before playing a few friendly matches. As much fun as it was, after an hour or so I decided to head back home so I could focus on writing an academic article on my research. I hoped that by getting my blood pumping it would give me the energy I needed to focus and get a few pages typed.

After a short drive back to my house, I walked through my front door and dropped my tennis bag on the floor. My mind was already on my academic research when I turned a corner and somehow bumped into someone. For a moment, pure panic gripped me as I thought someone broke into my house! When I saw it was a young man clothed in only a towel and still wet from a shower, it finally dawned on me that this must be Agnes' son, George. Oh my, he looked so different from how I remembered.

Gone was the skinny boy. Instead, I was faced with a man whose body filled out and was covered in lean muscle. He didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on him! My eyes were immediately drawn to his broad shoulders and his chest muscles that bulged prominently. I noticed his arms weren't bulky, but I could clearly see the definition of his biceps and his triceps. I was stunned at how strong he looked. I was also taken aback by how tall he was too. I wasn't short at 5'6", but he still towered over me. He had to be at least six feet tall, if not more.

What really caught my eyes were his abs though. My eyes couldn't help but devour them. He had the hottest six-pack I had ever seen. They looked so hard and tantalizing that it gave me an instinctual desire to touch them. I saw abs like this in movies, but it was another thing entirely to see it in person. He had to be the hottest guy I had ever seen. Gosh, why did he smell so fucking good too? His aroma was practically addicting.

"Oh, sorry Mrs. Jones, I didn't realize you were going to be home," he apologized sincerely.

"It's Ms. Jones," I practically whispered while my eyes continued to dart across his ripped body.

"Huh?" he said, confused.

I suddenly realized what I was doing and immediately raised my eyes to stare at his handsome face and said in a more authoritative voice, "It's Ms. Jones."

"Oh, right," he said coolly.

I started to see his eyes now wander across my body and I felt my face flush. I knew the tennis outfit I had on highlighted my incredible athletic figure and was probably candy for his eyes. The sleeveless tennis tank-top that I had on tightly hugged my body, especially since I worked up such a sweat. My DD-cup breasts were contained in a sports bra underneath, but they were so big that my chest still had impressive curves.

While my upper body was almost covered except for my arms, my lower body was practically naked. The tennis skirt I had on was essentially a miniskirt, but it had built-in boy shorts, so my most sensitive parts were still covered. However, that didn't stop his eyes from devouring my athletic legs. While my intense skin beauty routine made my skin look tight, smooth, and creamy, it probably increased the intensity of his wandering eyes.

I was totally embarrassed. I tended to dress very conservatively, and this tennis outfit was probably the most revealing set of clothes I had. I wasn't used to hot, young, muscular guys checking me out like this. I felt like I could die, but it was also strangely exhilarating. As a woman at 40, this shouldn't be happening, but then again I did often think I had the body of someone half my age. Besides, it wasn't like I was ashamed of my body or anything. I was actually quite proud of it, but it was just that I wasn't used to showing it off.

My eyes soon glimpsed something twitching underneath his towel and I knew it had to be his cock hardening. I should have been more annoyed or disgusted, but I was strangely turned on. It felt so wrong, but I couldn't help but stare. From what I could tell from under the towel, he looked incredibly well endowed. I felt myself blush again and forcibly looked away. I felt so embarrassed. I mean, this was Agnes' son! I shouldn't be attracted to him. But, was it so wrong to be attracted to a pure hunk like him?

After a few short minutes, I felt like I finally snapped myself out of a trance as I took a step back and crossed my arms in front of me while I said, "I thought you would have showered by now. Your Mom came over hours ago."

"Yeah, it was just that I was working out and I wanted to finish before taking a shower. Otherwise, I'd just get all sweaty again, y'know?" he said confidently as his eyes stared into mine.

I felt myself helplessly staring back into his blue eyes and felt my heart pound in my chest. My eyes got dangerously close to checking out his physique again. I wonder if his cock was still growing...no, stop this Leah! He's your neighbor's son! Why was I suddenly so damn horny? I haven't felt this way in what felt like years.

I closed my eyes for a moment in an attempt to reset myself before I replied, "That makes sense, but why are you walking around my house with just a towel on?"

"Well, I wanted to dry my hair, but I couldn't find a blow dryer in there. So I figured I'd go look for one," he said smoothly and almost sounded a little too cocky.

"You live right next door, George. Go dry yourself, get changed, and blow-dry your hair at home," I said with an air of authority.

"Yes ma'am," he said, but I saw a twinkle in his eyes before he turned around to walk back to the bathroom.

When I saw his chiseled back muscles, I felt a rush of desire that made me slightly dizzy. My god, every part of his body seemed perfect. I almost didn't want to kick him out so I could continue looking at him, but I knew that would definitely cross a line. I was the adult here and I needed to be responsible. Besides, I would probably see him at my pool party tomorrow, right? I needed to double-check.

I decided to keep myself busy and walked over to the kitchen to start making myself a smoothie. A few minutes later, I saw George finally leave the bathroom. He switched into a t-shirt and shorts, but he still somehow looked incredible. What the hell happened to him when he was in Europe? How the hell did he go through such a transformation?

"Thanks for letting me use your shower, Ms. Jones. I look forward to seeing you at the pool party tomorrow!" he said from the living room.

I suddenly fumbled the fruit that I was holding and looked over at him. What did he just say? Did I hear him right? The longer I looked at him, the more I got lost staring at his handsome face. He looked so young, confident, and seemed to brim with life. Gosh, why did I feel so damn infatuated with him? Was it desire I saw in his eyes too?

"I'm surprised you want to go to the party. Wouldn't it be lame or something?" I asked innocently as I tried to focus on putting some fruit into my blender.

"To be honest, I wasn't planning on going earlier. I am now though. Anyways, bye Ms. Jones," he said confidently before he started to walk away.

I shyly smiled, but I tried to hide it as best as I could before I responded, "B-bye George. I'll see you tomorrow!"

He flashed me a bright smile at the door before he turned and walked out. The moment he left, I let out a heavy sigh and gripped my kitchen countertop tightly. What was wrong with me? I immediately imagined him standing next to me in his swim trunks at my pool and my skin felt hot. Don't be crazy Leah. There will be young girls there too and I was sure he would be obsessed with them. I sighed, quickly finished making my smoothie, and downed it quickly.

I decided it was time to take a hot shower since I felt sticky and gross. My master bathroom was still being renovated, so I decided to shower in the guest bathroom. I peeled my tennis clothes off my sweaty skin and started to run the water in the shower. While I waited for the water to heat up, I stopped to look at my naked body in the mirror. While I never showed it off, I thought my body was spectacular. There was barely any fat anywhere on my body and my stomach was flat and toned due to my obsession with playing tennis.

The part of my body that I was most proud of was my DD-cup breasts. I was always blessed with larger boobs when I was younger, but when I got pregnant, my breasts grew even bigger and stayed that way. Fortunately for me, I must have lucked out in the good genes lottery, because despite the size and my age, they seemed to defy gravity. There was only a hint of sag and otherwise sat high on my chest. Between my breasts, my wide hips, and my small waist, I had one impressive hourglass figure.

However, because I was a professor at a college, I had to make sure to keep my overall figure hidden so that I would be taken seriously. I sometimes missed the days when I was just a student and could dress sexier. Back then, I loved the double-takes and stares I got from guys. Maybe that was why I was so turned on with George earlier. The look he had in his eyes was exactly the kind I got back then. Why can't I stop thinking about him!? I sighed and realized it was probably because it had been years since I had even been on a date.

After I finished showering, I dried myself off and switched into some comfy pajamas. I headed over to my office to continue working on my paper. It took me a few minutes to get images of George's body from my head, but I finally started to lose myself in my work. Fortunately, I was just as obsessed with my research as I was about his muscular body. I was happy with myself that I didn't think about him the rest of the night. Sadly, that didn't last too long.

When I woke up the next day, the first thing I thought about was George's amazing body. The more I thought about it, the more turned on I felt and the more I rubbed my legs together under the sheets. Part of me badly wanted to reach down to touch myself, but I couldn't bring myself to masturbate while thinking about Agnes' son. Besides, there was a lot I needed to do in order to prepare for my pool party this afternoon.

In the flurry of activity, I was able to forget all about him. I had to clean the house, get snacks and drinks ready, and make sure the pool area was properly set up. Before I knew it, it was almost noon and the first guests would be arriving soon. I hurriedly went to my closet and looked for the simple one-piece bathing suit that I was going to wear. I quickly found it and pulled it out to look at it.

It was extremely modest and barely showed off any of my features, which was in line with my current style. However, I knew that this clearly wouldn't get me the sort of attention from George that I still secretly longed for. I still knew it was wrong, but I desperately wanted his eyes to look at me the way he did yesterday. I knew I wouldn't hold his gaze too long compared to the other college girls in bikinis, but I relished the idea of his eyes lingering on me for even a moment. Now that I thought about it, I did have one other suit I could wear.

I switched out my suit for a much newer, and never worn one-piece. I bought it years ago when I was a little more daring, but never had the courage to wear it. There was no way it would still fit, right? I quickly removed my clothes before I stepped into this new one-piece and pulled it up my body. It felt really tight against my body and it was strangely exhilarating. I walked over to my mirror and I practically froze out of shock. I remembered why I never wore it!

So much of my body was on display! I couldn't tell if it was a size too small or whether the material was just extra tight, but it stuck to me like a second skin. The top had a deep cut that went past my breasts, which exposed the round curves of my boobs. The sides of the suit by my waist were also bare and showed off even more of my smooth skin. As my eyes lowered down to my crotch, I covered my mouth with my hand in shock. It clung to me so tightly that I swore you could see the outlines of my pussy lips!

I timidly turned around to see how it looked from the back and my eyes widened in surprise. My back was almost completely naked and the swimsuit tightly cupped my petite ass. My ass wasn't huge or anything, but it was tight, round, and only half covered by the swimsuit. Not to mention that my athletic legs and toned arms were also completely naked. I couldn't possibly wear this! I was about to pull it off my body when I started to imagine what George's reaction would be. His eyes would look me up from head to toe and I would feel hot as I would watch him stare at my chest.

Could I really wear this in front of everyone else though? Suddenly, an idea popped into my head and I quickly rummaged through my closet. A ha! Found it! I had a sheer kimono that I sometimes wore to the beach. I slipped my arms through its loose sleeves and wrapped it loosely around my body. Oh yes, this was perfect! The material was so thin that it was practically see-through, so you could still easily make out my swimsuit and my body underneath. Yet, it was just enough material to obstruct a gaze so I wouldn't be too exposed.

The doorbell rang and I was immediately pulled from my thoughts. I was still nervous about my outfit, but there was no going back now. I brushed my long brown hair behind my ears and quickly rushed downstairs and let my first guests in. Before I knew it, my house was bustling with dozens of bodies everywhere. Surprisingly, no one said anything or looked at me weirdly, so it seemed like maybe my outfit was not as revealing as I thought it was.

My most anticipated guest hadn't arrived yet and as the minutes rolled by, I was getting more and more anxious. Almost everyone I invited was here except for Agnes and her son. Where were they? I was just about to get my phone and text Agnes when I heard my doorbell ring again. When I went to open the door, there was Agnes, and right next to her was her absurdly hot son, George. He was just wearing a t-shirt, but It was tight on him and I could already see the outlines of his muscles.

"Hi, Leah! Sorry we're late. Can we uhh...come in?" I heard her say and I realized that I was blocking the doorway while practically staring at her son.

"Oh, yes, of course, come in!" I said quickly while I forcibly tore my eyes away and stepped to the side.

Agnes walked in first and I made sure to smile at her, but my attention was soon fixated on her son walking in after her. His body was just as amazing as I remembered and I was dumbstruck by how handsome his face was too. I heard my heart pound in my chest while I studied his square jaw and his bright blue eyes. Eventually, I saw him turn his head to look at me and I saw the same fire in his eyes as the other day. His eyes wandered up and down my body and I felt my face slightly blush in response.

"So were you able to get your water heater fixed today?" I quickly asked Agnes in an attempt to distract myself.

"Yes, thank you God! They came over first thing this morning. You were so wonderful in letting us borrow your shower yesterday! Oh, I see Mary over there, one second," she responded cheerfully before walking away to meet someone else.

Sadly, George followed her and eventually they blended in with the rest of the crowd, which left me playing host for the party. Naturally, I tried to keep an eye on him wherever I could, but it was difficult when I was socializing with my friends. Eventually, I spied him heading outside to the pool. He soon took off his t-shirt and revealed his perfectly sculpted body and I felt my heart speed up. God, I swore he looked even better when I saw him yesterday. I needed to look away before I got caught staring.

Just a moment later and he was the first teenager to go into the pool. However, it wasn't long until the college-aged girls took notice and one by one, took off their tops and covers. Before long, they were getting into the pool and immediately gravitated over to him. I scoffed silently to myself, but I couldn't say I was surprised. He was insanely attractive, so of course those girls would want to be around him and show off their young bodies in tiny bikinis.