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Just One Look

By: Jumpinjetta



Jake Peterson hung up the phone with a grin on his face. Laura Higgins! He never thought things would have gotten this far. Now he had a date with her this Saturday, just two days away!

He went to the refrigerator to grab a "celebratory" beer and flicked on the television. 

"Laura Higgens," he thought to himself. True she wasn't what he always thought to be "his type," but he had to admit, he could bend his rules just this once! She was about 5'8," dark piercing eyes, jet black straight hair and couldn't weigh more that 110 pounds, with a good share of that in her chest. Her thin frame always visible through the tight clothes she wore each time he saw her.

It was last year when Jake decided he couldn't last one more day working his actuary job and decided to go back to school for an architectural degree. All through High School he excelled at his science classes, but what came most easily to him was math. So when it was time to meet with his guidance councilor to choose his college, it was agreed that a math degree would be best. Never one to look to complicate his life, Jake cruised through the easiest path, graduating from Lafayette college in Pennsylvania with a 3.4 GPA and a BS in Mathematics. He wouldn't say he exactly enjoyed his major, but as it came so easily to him, he figured it was meant to do.

Upon graduation, he continued upon the path of least resistance, getting a good paying job at a large insurance company as an actuary. Unfortunately, when he actually started working, he quickly realized just how boring his job could be. So used to taking the easy route, he longed for some more creativity and challenge in his life.

So now at 27 years old, he found himself back in school, pursuing his first love, born in high school art class: Architecture.

Back at Lafayette full time, taking classes both at night and during the day, he finally felt his life was going in the right direction. He had a nice apartment, his student loans paid off, with a good nest egg in bank from his six years in the work force, and his future ahead of him.

It was in a drafting class that Jake first met Laura. All eyes followed her as she entered the classroom, exuding sexuality. Jake also admired her, joining the rest of the guys in the room looking at her prominently displayed cleavage almost bursting over her tight white low cut shirt. Her tight fitting jeans also showing off her very fit body. 

He wasn't a big fan of such obvious sexuality (and much more partial to smaller breasts), but had to admit, she was quite pleasing to the eye, and a bit of a rarity in his male dominant classes.

So he was that much more surprised when weeks later after pairing up with her, he found he actually liked her. She was smart, funny, and although a bit of a flirt (in the way she acted and dressed), seemed to be a really nice person. Months later after all the signs (touching his arm when she talked to him, always asking about his personal life) Jake decided to ask her out.

At 5'9," Jake generally preferred shorter girls, and his previous girlfriends, although attractive, were never ones interested in drawing attention to themselves. Although he never had trouble with the opposite sex, he considered himself pretty average with his brown hair slightly larger than average nose. But his girlfriends all told him how adorable he was, and with his athletic build and blue eyes assured him he was quite the catch.

He went to bed that night thinking about his date that Saturday, with visions of Laura's body dancing through his mind.

Saturday morning he got up, changed quickly and was off to to gym. He found himself with extra energy, bench pressing a few more reps than usual, visualizing Laura, her body adding inspiration. He figured he'd finish his workout, shower, run over for his tutoring session, have time to finish up his schoolwork, and then get ready for his date.

Three hours later he found himself waiting at the door of the Harper's house. 

"Hello Mrs. Harper. . . " He said weakly to the attractive woman who answered the door. 

"Hi Jake," she said quickly, ducking behind the door, reemerging with her keys in her hand. "Rebecca will be right there, help yourself to something to drink. I'll see you next week." Off she went, sliding into her black Audi parked in the driveway.

Jake again noticed how distracted Mrs. Harper looked and again wondered just how well she was functioning. He opened the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of water and sat down at the table in the kitchen.

His former coworker referred him to the Harpers, explaining their situation to Jake and asking him if he was interested in picking up a little extra money. 

Three years ago, Mr. Don Harper was killed in a traffic accident on the way home from work, leaving his wife Jill and 13 year old daughter Rebecca alone in their large suburban Chicago home. The two were devastated, Rebecca pulling herself into a shell, started struggling badly in school and Jill pouring herself into her job working at an adult employment catering towards minority women. As things slowly got worse for Rebecca, Jill couldn't seem to find the solution for her, and recognizing her own unhappiness, decided for a change.

With the considerable insurance from Don's death, Jill decided to move back to Pennsylvania to the town she grew up in, hoping the change would be good for the struggling Rebecca. Now three years later, Rebecca was doing much better, enrolled in an all-girls private school, and Jill employed by the local school district, directing the adult education division.

A few months after leaving his job with the insurance company, his former coworker Janet called him, telling him of a friend she knew from the local gym and how her daughter Rebecca was in need of a math tutor. He agreed and started the weekend sessions, always arriving as Jill Harper was leaving for her day of classes. 

Although Jake hardly had any contact with Jill Harper, as she always seemed so distracted when he saw her, He soon learned that she was quite a nice woman, and a bit more in tune than he thought. She quickly picked up on his discomfort the first time they met as Jake struggled with what to call her (Is it still Mrs.? Is it Ms.? How does one address a widow?), smiled and told him she still preferred Mrs. Harper, or Jill. Jake stuck with Mrs. Harper.

She introduced him to her seventeen year old daughter Rebecca, and they agreed to meet for an hour each week. 

Rebecca was a cute girl with dirty blond hair, about 5'2," very quiet and like her mother, often seemed distracted. Jake quickly found out she was quite a sweet girl, and very intelligent. In fact, early on Jake had a conversation with Jill expressing his view that she probably didn't need math tutoring, but she let him know that although she was doing much better in school, math was always her "difficult" subject, and even if not entirely necessary, she wanted to continue the sessions.

"Hey Becky!," Jake said as she walked into the room. Their first session as he was leaving she shyly asked him to call her Becky. She said that's what her dad always called her, and now her mom's the only one who calls her Rebecca. He apologized sheepishly saying "of course," feeling a bit awkward at the mention of her father, and she gave him a little smile.

He remembered that day when he first saw her, coming down the stairs with her baggy Chicago Bears sweatshirt and sweatpants, her wavy hair up in a ponytail and wire rim glasses. He honestly thought she was no more than fourteen. Then the next week, she almost looked like a diferent girl, with her hair down, contact lenses in and wearing jeans. He noticed what a nice (and definitely not fourrteen year old) body she had, and how pretty her eyes were. Jake couldn't help looking at her rear end as she got up for a drink, and wondered what she was hiding under yet another one of her baggy sweatshirts.

In subsequent weeks he couldn't help but notice her top half was as nice as her bottom with a body that reminded me of a gymnast or ice-skater. 

"Another sweatshirt!" Jake joked as she sat down. "And another one I haven't seen yet!"

"I like to be warm," she retorted, "And as cold as mom keeps the house, it's almost all I wear 'till April." In fact the only time Jake saw her wearing anything else was a couple of weeks back when the temperature outside, uncharacteristically for March, hit 73.

As she was working some problems out of her trigonometry book a few minutes later he looked her over unconsciously comparing her to Laura. He always thought Becky would become a very attractive woman (He saw what a difference a change in clothes and hair could make), but she'd never have the pure sexuality of Laura. Sitting there Jake could feel his heart race a bit, thinking about Laura's chest, putting his hand on her breast, in her shirt . . . . 

"How's that?" Becky said, startling him back to the moment. Jake quickly leaned over hiding the slight erection he knew he had produced with his daydreams. Again her work was flawless.

"Trying to put me out of a job?" he asked. She flashed him an embarrassed smile.

"Just trying not to disappoint you Jake. You know how much that would hurt me." Now she was joking. As Jake left that day he thought what a sweet girl she was, and how he probably would have gone ga-ga for her when he was in high school. It was a shame about her father, and he really hoped things would work out for her and her mother.

But Jake had larger fish to fry! Enough of the Harpers, it was his night tonight! He had Laura Higgins to prepare for!

. . . . . . . .

When Jake returned to his apartment at 12:30 that night he had an almost painful erection. He was quite pleased with how his date went! He had picked up Laura and his eyes were immediately drawn to her prominently displayed cleavage, her exposed midriff and what looked like "painted-on" black leather pants. She gave him a peck on the cheek and off they went. After a nice dinner, they went to see a movie, and all night he couldn't help but move his eyes from her chest to her ass, to her face and back to her chest. All the while she flirted with him, again giving little touches here and there, continuing her flirtations. He wondered what the end of the night would hold.

When they got back to her apartment, he expected to be asked in, and was a bit disappointed when she mentioned getting up early the next morning and needing her sleep. His disappointment quickly vanished however as she leaned in an kissed him passionately, her mouth slightly open, her tongue probing his lips.

As quickly as she started her kiss, she pulled away, giving Jake a mischievous look as she retreated into her apartment and closed the door.

Jake found himself standing at the door for several seconds with a huge hard-on, wondering if the night could have gone better.

Once home he quickly washed up, jumped into bed and couldn't help himself from masturbating to the image of running his hands all over Laura's body, hoping he would be playing this out for real in the not too distant future.

. . . . . . . . . 

Four weeks and five dates later each with the passionate kissing at the end of the date (followed by his customary masturbation session at home), Jake was wondering if he wasn't dating your stereotypical "tease." Each date seemed to go well, but for some reason Laura seemed reluctant to take it any further. Each night ended with him standing outside her door, wondering what would happen next time. He had even invited her to his apartment a few times, but she refused, saying she "didn't think she was ready for that," whatever that meant. Jake wondered if there was anything he could do to perhaps "nudge" the relationship along. On an impulse he went to the florist and picked out a dozen roses, thinking he'd surprise her with a quick visit. He knocked on the door and waited with the roses behind his back.

"Jake!" said a surprised Laura when she answered the door, wearing a little pair of denim shorts and a white t-shirt, "what are you doing here?"

Jake pulled out the flowers dramatically from behind his back and presented them to her.

"Oh, that's so sweet" said looking at the flowers, but making no move to take them. It was then that Jake noticed she was holding a phone in her hand, one hand covering the mouthpiece. There was an awkward few seconds before she continued "can you wait a sec?" and closed the door.

So far it wasn't going exactly as Jake envisioned. He looked around, wondering if anyone else got to witness the poor schmuck having the door shut in his face with flowers in hand. He felt his face turn red, and was just considering walking away when the door re-opened.

"Sorry Jake" she said giving him a kiss on the cheek. "That was Tom. Look, I'm a little busy now, can I call you later?"

Tom, Jake thought to himself, was Laura's ex boyfriend. She only mentioned him a couple of times as they were reviewing their past relationships. Tom who she broke up with because he "never treated her well." The Tom who "always put his friends first" and "only was interested in her when he was horny." Jake got a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"Oh, . . so are you talking to him again?," he asked feeling more and more awkward having this conversation still standing outside flowers in his hand.

"Oh Jake, you're not jealous are you?" she said, flashing a big smile. "We've really never stopped talking, you know. I told you how upset he was when we broke up, and I couldn't just drop out of his life all of the sudden! And my mom always said: 'don't burn any bridges, you never know what may happen.'"

Jake stood there stunned. He couldn't believe she just said that to him as if she was telling him the weather.

"So in case you decide to get back together." He said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yea, I guess" she said with a far away look. Jake just studied her face, wondering what kind of person would actually say the things she just said, in such a nonchalant manor.

"Tell you what," Laura said reaching down to take the flowers and turning her smile to Jake. "Let me take these, and how 'bout if you come over Sunday night. We'll order pizza and watch a movie!"

"Uh .. .ok" Jake mumbled. "It's a date!" Laura said lightly, then put one arm around Jake and kissed him fully on the mouth, pressing her body against his. "Call me Sunday afternoon!" She winked at him then left him staring once more at her closed apartment door.

"What the hell was that," Jake muttered aloud, driving home. It sure seemed that Laura was still into her ex on some level, and all this time they were still talking? And although the prospect of finally getting into her apartment was enticing, was she just using him as a back-up plan in case things don't work out with Tom? 

The rest of the week Jake couldn't stop thinking about what Laura said, and how it didn't seem to cross her mind that it wasn't the most appropriate thing to say to someone she was supposedly "dating."

That Saturday while waiting for Becky to finish working on a few problems, his distraction must have been apparent as she kept looking up at him.

"Jake?" He looked up at her suddenly. "You OK?"

He smiled at her, touched with the concern in her eyes. "Yeah I'm fine." She looked at him for a few seconds more before shrugging and looking down again.

"Are you sure?" She asked again, and Jake noticed that he'd been staring at his hands.

"Yeah, . . . well, nothing big, just . . girl trouble, nothing major." 

"What kinda trouble?" She quickly asked.

"This girl I'm sorta seeing," he began, wondering why he was discussing his love life with a seventeen year old, "I'm suspecting that maybe . . .maybe she's not such a nice person."

Becky looked confused. "Then why are you seeing her?"

He looked at her a few moments before giving a weak shrug. She suddenly looked down as her cheeks seemed to get a little red and continued working her math problems.

Jake was touched by her concern, and again looked over at her. As the weather was turning warmer, it seemed her sweatshirts had gone into hibernation. Today she was wearing a blue t-shirt over a long sleeve white shirt and a pair of faded jeans. With her glasses perched on her slightly freckled nose and hair pulled back in a pony-tail, Becky could have passed as a middle-schooler. She was really a sweet girl and he wondered what kind of woman she'd turn out to be.

. . . . . . . . .

When Jake got home that Sunday night, he was pretty pissed. He was pissed at Laura (although that was passing) but mostly he was pissed at himself. 

He arrived at Laura's deciding to give it a chance and see what would happen. He didn't bring up Tom, and she was much more affectionate than usual, kissing him when he arrived, getting him a beer and leading him to the couch where they made out for a few minutes. She was wearing a very tight pair of black denim shorts and a tight black sleeveless top that left her stomach exposed, and Jake couldn't resist running his hands over her bottom, up under the back of her shirt, and pulling her body against his.

Just then the phone rang, and Laura popped up off the couch to answer it. "So what kinda pizza you want?" She asked, as if it were the pizza parlor on the phone. She looked down at the caller id. "Oh, it's Tom. Hold on." She smiled at Jake and went into the other room.

Again Jake was left wondering what the hell she was doing. It wasn't normal was it? After a couple of minutes he picked up the tv remote and started channel surfing, wondering what she could possibly be talking about.

After what had to be at least 15 minutes later, she returned smiling saying, "Now, where were we?"

Jake looked up at her incredulously. "We were about to order pizza," he said, unable to hide the bitterness in his voice.

"Oh, grow up Jake! It's not like we're screwing or anything" she said with a dismissive wave of her hand as she got out the phone book. "Let's just have a good time tonight." Laura put the phone book on the table and leaned over it with her legs straight giving Jake a good look at her rear.

He suddenly felt a little sick looking at her. What was she doing? Was he that easily manipulated? The rest of the night he alternated between feelings of lust and disgust at Laura, one moment deciding he should just get up and leave, but the next being thrilled as she pulled his hands to her bare legs and held them there as they watched the film. He couldn't deny the erection he had almost the entire length of the movie.

And when the movie ended and Laura leaned back lengthwise on the couch , her head on the armrest, her knees best, legs apart, Jake couldn't help but stare at the middle of her tight shorts and the middle of her groin displayed so openly in front of him.

"Kiss me," she said softly reaching for him with her hands in between her knees.

Jake wanted to reach for her, slip between her legs, grind his erection into that inviting spot between her offered thighs . . . . "So, when's the last time you actually saw Tom," he heard himself say.

"God!," she barked out, swinging her legs together and jumping off the couch. "Why are you so obsessed with him?" She angrily got up and switched off the TV. "I don't know," he mumbled "I just don't feel comfortable .. "

"You certainly feel comfortable grabbing my ass!" She cut in. "All you've been doing is trying to get into my pants and now you're complaining about my EX boyfriend? If you must know I saw him last night! And no, I didn't fuck him if that's what you're wondering!"

Jake was taken aback by her outburst and just stared as she continued shouting. "God, I thought we were having fun, and now you want to ruin it by getting all jealous! I guess not sleeping with you was right, Tom said you sounded creepy!" Jake again found himself at a loss for words and started wishing he could just disappear wondering how he ever got himself in a situation with someone like this.


Just One Look



Just one look. 

These are parallel stories, all true and frankly told; I know them to be accurate, since I have been there and have already experienced them both. These stories are generally similar but may diverge at times, only differing by a few degrees, a mere shift or slight change in point of view. I know the truth of them, since I am part of them both, feeling them strongly, if only in my mind, experiencing their gender shifts, both female and male. 

Her side, a little lighter. 

I don't know how it started; maybe it was just how he looked at me and smiled, a knowing grin or mocking smile. Maybe, it was just his impish face! He was across the room, dark and handsome, so blasé, so complacent, so sure of himself! 

He smiled, a wicked smile, picked up his beer and came over, grinned and said "My name is Brian. May I join you?" 

I said, "Of course," sounding somewhat dumb, but he was so gorgeous. It is rarely that I ever call a guy handsome but he truly was; hair dark as night, straight nose, and wide sensuous mouth, though somewhat cruel. 

"I am Anya, pleased to meet you," I stuttered, suddenly shy as I introduced myself. 

"You seem a little quiet tonight. Out of luck with the young men, or, maybe, I should say, the ladies?" 

I was somewhat shocked that he should have immediately understood my predilection for the gentler sex. Yes, I am bi-sexual and favour my own kind, but how could he possibly know that? 

"Too bad, but I am here and, maybe, I can help." 

"How do you mean, since I do not know what you can do." 

"There are alternatives, of course! What else?" 

"I am not sure if I understand?" I stammered. 

A sly hand slid down between my legs, gently caressing my cunt, slowly moving up to my breasts and down again to linger longingly between my now moist thighs. Even clothed in denim it was still very sensuous. 

"By your immediate reaction, I think you do." 

His caresses became more intense, more intimate: I began to respond. He looked at me knowingly, stroking harder, with greater intent. When he leaned over and kissed me full on my lips, opening my mouth with his tongue, I reacted in some shock. 

"No. No! I am not ready for that yet!" my voice weakening with each protest, unsure of my disdain or rejection, uncertain even of my reaction. A still voice within quietly spoke: "You know you will eventually succumb and welcome it." 

Silence fell in the room as the patrons gazed in awe at such an open show of sensuality, apparently shocked at such an overt display. 

Again he kissed me hard on the mouth, tongue burrowing deep within, an exchange of saliva and intimacy shared. 

My reaction was immediate and predictable; I was already wet, leaking fluids all over my panties. 

As if he already knew, he said: "I will not lie to you but I am into spanking and anal sex. Have you ever tried it? Probably you would like it." 

Still in denial, I stared at him in shock, not believing what I had just heard. 

"No way! I just don't do that" but a deeply hidden image surfaced of being controlled, spanked and fucked by a dominant partner. 

His immediate reaction surprised me as he grabbed my chin, pulling my head forward, glared into my eyes and said:" If you have never experienced it, how do you know?" 

"I know!" maybe too emphatic, a little too defensively. 

"How can you know unless you have tried it? If I bent you over this bench right now, lowered your jeans and severely spanked your bare ass, in front of all these people, would that be pleasure or pain?" 

I had no answer, since I had fantasized about just that; being spanked and humiliated in public. 

Suddenly he seized my shirt front, squeezing quite hard, saying, "You will do exactly as I say. Do you understand?" 

I knew not what to say or do, as I gazed in wonder at this total change in circumstance, until he said: "Tell me, do you know my name?" 

I hesitated, not wanting to go there, not wanting to utter the words and make that final surrender. 

In desperation and prevarication, I said, "Sir, maybe Sir, or I think maybe master." 

He looked at me and asked again, "What is my true name?" 

"You are my master," I finally cried, in total surrender. 

Then, in total submission, I bleated, all inhibitions now gone; "I will do anything you want, you are now my master," a sob of desire and need entering my voice. 

Already in command, he again took over; staring unblinking into my eyes, saying: "Now I am going to take you home, spank and cane you to ecstasy or the most exquisite pleasure. Is that what you would like?" 

Looking at his earnest face and knowing my desperate need, I nodded and, in silence, totally surrendered. 

He did not wait for me to reconsider but took hold of my arm and hurried me out the door. 

He positively pushed me into his Ford Fusion and took off at great speed. I wondered if I had made the greatest mistake of my life or if I was to have the most wonderful experience of my life. I shuddered in foreboding and doubt, as we sped towards my destiny or doom. 

In a short time we arrived back at his building and hurried upstairs to his condo. 

I entered in great trepidation, since I was to experience my first punishment and did not know whether I should fear or welcome it. 

I was surprised at how well the condo was furnished, mostly antiques but, also, some modern pieces. Also, Brian made no secret of his delectation for spanking, since his implements were laid out in full view, spread over a large oak table. 

"Undo your belt and lower your jeans and shorts half-way down your thighs," he ordered. With fumbling hands and red faced embarrassment, I complied. "Now kneel before me while I explain the rules: 

"In future, when called you will always be on time; expect to be spanked hard with various instruments; you will always enter with your jeans lowered to mid-thighs, bent over and ready to display yourself to please master. Finally, be prepared to be caned, spanked and fucked at any time. Should you transgress you will be severely punished. Is this understood?" 

My throat had gone so dry at hearing the rules as laid out, that I barely manage a chocked: "Yes, master!" 

My eyes kept straying to the oak table. As I looked at the array of instruments, I baulked, gasped and almost bolted. 

"No need to panic, I will go gently at first. The pain will only increase as your pleasure centre accepts the greater intensity. The concept is total and utter acceptance." 

I thought of myself laid wide open over a chair, bed or table, pants down awaiting a spanking and shuddered at the thought, trembling all over. And what would be next? 

That is when Brian took over. Sternly, he ordered me to bend over and assume the position. I complied with great trepidation, yet a thrill of anticipation went through me as I felt him further lower my jeans and caress my buttocks, gently fondling them. 

"Just as I thought, nicely well rounded, perfect for spanking," he casually remarked. 

I swelled with pride and, suddenly, felt so naked and venerable but also very provocative and sexy. 

"OK, time to get down to serious business! A little strapping first, just to warm you up for the cane. What do you think?" 

Well, I was way beyond thinking at this stage and was so excited at the idea of being strapped that I was already moist, hot and ready. 

He hit me so hard on the ass that I cried out. "That is only a sample," he said. "Now we will go from here and each stroke will be harder." So began my severe chastisement. 

Brian started with his favourite strap, not oiled but dry, hard and rough. 

He told me afterwards he particularly liked it because it laid a very distinctive stripe on the ass and would mark me well, reddening but not blistering. 

"Lay still and accept your punishment. I need your ass softened and prepared before I can begin caning you. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Master," I cried, not understanding at all. 

Despite what he claimed, Brian did not go easy with the strap. I felt the pain, my ass heating with each stroke, harder and harsher than the last. My ass was now on fire, glowing, more than ready for the cane. 

"Remember, you must always ask for the cane. It is not a given but a privilege, asked for, sought and, only administered after careful thought and consideration." 

"Yes, master, please cane me, hard as you like, harder or harsher as you wish." 

"Is it time for the cane? Is that what you really want? Are you asking for it?" 

"Oh, yes master I need it right now. Cane me severely, for I have been a naughty girl and need to be chastised and punished severely." 

But still he held off, as if trying to provoke a further reaction. 

Gently he gave me two light strokes, checking my readiness to receive a real caning. 

I was in position, jeans and panties at my ankles, ass bared and spread ready to receive the cane but that was not enough for him. 

"Stand up and remove all of your clothes and I mean everything. I want you naked and vulnerable so that you can be properly accept the truth of the cane and the shame." 

I removed the rest of my clothes, now totally naked, about to be humiliated. 

"Assume the position and your caning can now begin," he demanded. 

I bent over but he was still not satisfied. "Spread your legs wide, wider until you are in the most vunerable position and present yourself properly for a caning." 

I bent over totally, ass in the air, legs spread as wide as possible, presenting myself as open as possible. I wanted total humiliation, needing to be exposed totally to maximize my humiliation. 

Then it came, the cane rose and descended, slow and easy at first and then heavy and hard. Interesting it was the sound that most impressed me and remains with me to this day, the sound of rattan hitting bare flesh, bouncing and returning to smack and smack again. 

I could not believe the pain; waves of agony and unbelievable torment. I cried out, sobbing, but he continued relentlessly. Then a change took place, as slowly the pain slipped into numbness and then pleasure, not suddenly but slowly as the pain eased and excitement took hold. It hurt so much initially but also gave such joy, that my cunt gave a jolt of pleasure and began to leak my vaginal fluids. 

Brian must have noticed this as he said:" Now I have started to cane your ass so hard that you will never want me to stop. Red stripes and marks are the order of the day and you will want me to continue, harder and harsher until you can take no more." 

It was terrible and wonderful and I did not want it to stop as the cane descended on my bare ass: he marked each stroke, described every line, and delineated a new map of pain for every stripe delivered. 

Yes, I wanted it to continue, building and building, almost to ecstasy, but then it subsided, denying me that easement or moment of fulfillment. 

He slowed the rhythm of the caning and then stopped: I knew we were coming to the next stage and wanted and dreaded what was to come. 

I knew he needed to fuck me, but how he would approach this was beyond me. I should have known since he always took the direct approach. 

He turned me round to face him and said innocently, but with a wry smile, "Would you like to suck my cock?" Slowly he lowered his pants and briefs: he showed me his prick as it rose and it was beautiful, an eight inch masterpiece, smooth and clear, begging to be caressed and sucked. 

I baulked at first, hesitant to go there but who could resist such loveliness! So I caressed it, then slowly lowered my mouth on the very tip of his erection, tentatively at first, then more aggressively, engulfing him totally, sliding back and forth and enjoying his velvet smoothness. 

With hand and mouth I worked his cock, wanting to devour it whole, but, engorged, it was too much to totally swallow. 

"Work it harder," he urged and I did, stroking and sucking. I felt he was about to come and would have welcomed his rich offering in my mouth but my ass, gaping wide, spasmed in anticipation, disappointed that this huge prick might not be going there. 

I should not have worried, since he did eventually come both in my mouth and ass, not to worry. 

He was deep in my throat when I felt his first spasms. His prick was throbbing, then convulsed, pulled out and he said "Open wide" as he shot hot strings of semen into my mouth and all over my face. The richness of the contrast of salt and must of his cum excited me as I swallowed and then licked it off my face. 

"Swallow every last drop and thank me for giving you such riches." Thinking this remark was redundant, I lay back, wondering what was yet to come, tingling with excitement and anticipation, although already dreading it. 

"Soon we will proceed to the next stage, when I will fuck you in the ass, but first I must prepare you and recuperate." Whereupon, he departed, leaving me alone and in anticipation, awaiting my final despoilation. 

When he returned he had oils in hand, obviously to ease my penetration. "Lie over and spread wide, because it is now time for your anal penetration. I am going to liberally oil your ass and I need it wide for my cock's penetration." And so he worked his fingers and thumb deep into my ass, preparing me for his huge dick. 

"Are you ready to receive me? Are you about to receive my offering?" 

"Yes master," I whispered, tears stinging my eyes, of joy or anticipation, crying in fear and trepidation, well beyond any inhibitions or barriers. 

But there were barriers, not barriers of pain or subjugation, but pain and pleasure and I knew I could overcome them both. 

It is wonderful thing when pain, sex and pleasure coincide and explode in the mind, bringing all together, to give that wonderful feeling of fulfillment. 

He approached me slowly, cock full growing, so masculine, so male and, oh, so threatening! 

I lay in acquiesce, awaiting penetration, attremble, demanding fulfillment but afraid. 

"Did you ever think you would receive a huge cock in your mouth and ass on the same night, or did you just wish for it before?" 

I do not know whether I just wished it, wanted it or craved it, but I knew I needed it right now, so I groaned, wanting to be penetrated, nay, demanding that it be consummated. 

I was beyond anything at this stage as he turned me over, raised my hips, spanked me lightly and proceeded to penetrate my ass, doggie style. 

I felt his prick go deep, hesitate, then slide back, as if uncertain, questing an unsure path, then, more certain, push forward to enter pliant flesh, a soft and unresisting asshole awaiting pleasure and penetration. 

A demanding hard prick, going forward, penetrating, refusing any denial, can be both beautiful and agonizing, and I experienced both. 

His long prick went deep and, then, deeper as he penetrated me to my very core. I never felt anything so long penetrate me this deeply. He fucked me so hard that I cried out in ecstasy, crying out in pain and shame. 

My very being called out, I had never felt emotions so strongly, as he went ever deeper; crying, balling or whining without remorse, tears upon my face. The hurt was so much that my nose ran, snot spouting in rivulets down my cheeks, to drop upon the floor, to my eternal shame. 

He fucked me without inhibition, knowing he could invade my ass without restraint, aware of my weakness, as my natural inhibitions gave way to being deeply penetrated by a long and uncaring prick. He did not even ask which position I liked, missionary or otherwise, so he fucked me doggie style and, then, any way he wanted. He rolled me over, legs in the air and fucked me thoroughly, watching my face and eyes, knowing the moment I would come, smiling as he saw the pleasure appear in my face. 

I welcomed him into my ass; the deeper the better, as he did his job and just gave me more joy. He ploughed me deep and I felt each movement as he went forward. I knew he was reaching climax, as I felt fresh tremours in my ass, but did not expect the huge eruption as he exploded deep within, drenching me with his cum. 

I knew this just a beginning and wanted much more. 

I wanted more: more pleasure, more pain. I think, deep down, I just wanted more of the same, perhaps the cane, hard ass spanking; or a combination of being penetrated, fucked deep and caned hard. 

Choices, choices? Caned or fucked; either way that would not be all bad and could give a great deal of pleasure! 

All stories, no matter how true, have diverse shades, changing ever so slightly in the telling. Every eye-witness account, no matter how totally recalled, has a different view, each witness varying their story, never quite the same. Most of the time the story remains similar, with minor alterations in the telling; a gender change or shift in point of view. This particular tale now resumes, as it recycles and reiterates the same account, only with shifting nuances and changing shadows. 

His side, somewhat darker. 

I think it is starting again, shifting ever so slightly. It is exactly as it was before: I know precisely how it will unfold, since I have been here already, in a different role. It begins as I gaze across the room at this perfect Adonis. I still do not know his name, but I know he will come over and introduce himself. I know exactly what he will say, but that is yet to come. His wondrous physique appeals to me, his muscled body and well developed apps demand attention. My cock begins to rise in anticipation, because I hope, nay know, that I will be lucky tonight. 

He advances, exactly as I know he will. I imagine the unzipping of jeans, the excitement of a publicly bared prick, of belt undone and jeans slowly lowered, cock stroked to slow erection, but all that is yet come. Instead he advances, so masculine, striding forth, the bulge of his manhood barely hidden in the tight fold of his jeans. 

He eyes me as he sits down and boldly says: "I am Brian. I think I know what you like and, maybe, you already like what you see?" 

I stare in awe, not knowing what to say, because it is perfectly true. I do very much like what I see. 

"No luck with the ladies tonight or, should I say the young lads?" he adds with a wicked grin. I am somewhat surprised at his frankness and open confidence. I begin to protest, but he cuts me off with: "I know what you want!" When he says: "I think you would like to fondle and later suck on my cock," it blows me away, because that is forefront in my mind and I would love just that. 

Hesitantly, I introduce myself, totally off keel, spluttering, "Frankly, I mean, Frank, that is my name, Francis is what I really mean. I am so pleased to meet you." 

He does not waste much time, as he slides pickpocket fingers down my crotch and then, more boldly, inside my jeans, to stroke a very receptive penis. 

He leans closer, breath hot upon my face, and whispers; "I think you are ready to be fucked tonight." What can I do but nod in silent acceptance, since that is what I want and need? 

We leave in hurried disarray, rushing to his car, anticipation raging high. Inside his car, driving in silence, his hand reaches for me and busies itself with my still clothed prick, tantalizing, exciting me for what was to come. It is then that I know he can do with me as he will. 

In the elevator, he grips my balls with such vehemence that I cry out, tears springing to my eyes. Then a young couple enter, looking in wonder at my tears and pain, slowly descending to where Brian still grips my balls. My cheeks flare red in embarrassment, as they gaze upon my sudden shame and humiliation. I know they are also embarrassed as they withdraw their gaze, offended by such a flagrant display of intimacy. 

Arriving at his apartment, he leads me to his bedroom and orders me to strip naked. I balk at first, but one look at his face is enough to convince me that he will tolerate no delay. So I bare myself and huddle totally naked, so exquisitely vulnerable. 




Just One Look



I hear the slow zipper of jeans being undone and then lowered. In anticipation, I drop my eyes to his waist, to see his huge cock unfold, but it is not to be so, for he is still covered! 

In a harsh voice he says, "I need to give you more than just my semen. I need you to receive everything I have to offer. Do you understand, both want and accept this?" 

Not understanding at all, I bow in total acquiescence. What is yet to come I want but am not sure I want to know. 

He undresses slowly, removing each garment with measured deliberation, a slow striptease. When he is totally naked I can appreciate the true length and girth of his aroused cock. It is truly an amazing sight; nine inches, maybe more, at least two across. As I stare in awe, he says, "Do you really like it or do you just crave it?" 

I have no reply, since I really like and want it both. With deliberation, he slowly strokes his prick, until it is fully erect. He then takes my arm and leads me to the ensuite bathroom and forces me into the bathtub. Entering I suspect what is to come next, but desperately want my lover to instruct me, needing this final humiliation. 

When he says with finality: "Kneel, open your mouth and close your eyes," I whimper in anticipation, wanting, yet dreading what is to come. 

A sudden stream of warm liquid hits my face, descending to enter my open mouth. I gag as a steady flow of urine reaches the back of my throat. It is so rich and acidic; I chokingly receive it, gagging and swallowing, accepting his offering. Gradually his stream diminishes, slowing to a trickle. He then offers his prick to me, to suck the last drops of urine from his still rigid penis, swallowing it all, even to the last drop. 

I open my eyes and wonder that his cock should be still so amazingly engorged. 

"I think we should shower now." He lathers me with soap, hands busy all over my body, massaging and stroking, but focusses on my flaccid prick, massaging my buttocks. Teasingly he says; "I cannot get a rise out of you." 

He then becomes serious as he admonishes me to kneel, take his cock in my mouth and suck on it hard. "Do you want that?" I nod vehemently, in total acceptance. 

As the gentle water washes away his urine and my recent shame, I kneel and admire his rising cock. Taking him in my mouth, I suck deeply, wondering at his size, wanting to take it all into my throat, deep and loving, oh so deep and then lovingly deep again! 

When he grips my head and forces me down upon his cock, I gag at first, then open my throat to swallow deeply and surprise myself at how I can take eight inches deep in my throat. I have never done this before and revel in the fact that I can now enjoy a huge cock penetrating totally into my throat. 

Vague memories of a throbbing prick, mouth engorged, assail me. With ever deepening thrusts he begins to come, his semen blocking my throat, chocking me. "Tell me you want me to come in your mouth and all over your face," he cries. "Yes, oh, yes, master," tears of joy stinging my eyes. Violently I swallow, as string after string of his salty and musty cream enters my mouth, then covering my lips and face. I desperately swallow, savouring the taste of his loving gift. 

I am really surprised that he did not want to strap or cane me, since all his instruments were on display, but, maybe, this is his night off. 

We are no longer in the bathroom, but in a bedroom of rich carpets and lush coverings, of opulence and decadence. 

I am now bent over, vulnerable, my ass being prepped for penetration. He is applying oils, opening me up for his pleasure and love. 

I feel a hand and then fingers caress my ass and, then, intensely embrace me, touching and stroking my prick, caressing me with such yearning that I know I am deeply loved. 

I am totally compliant now, wanting his huge prick to penetrate me, so demanding, urgent and huge. 

He does not disappoint as he enters me with mighty thrusts, penetrating deeply and satisfying my every need. I gasp in awe as he thrusts deep inside me, wanting to come but holding back, demanding release but also wanting it to last forever. 

As he penetrates to my very core, I know then that I have met my ultimate lover, wanting to be fucked again and again. 

Strangely, two scenes enacted, two hapless but more than willing victims or lovers, and only one protagonist. 

There are many alternatives and, maybe, I will paint them one day, but not just now, for my brush, without fresh paint, has hardened and my prick has now run dry! 

*****



Just One Look



Suddenly Laura's face softened and she approached Jake taking his hand. "Look, I know what you want and how difficult it must be for you. And I like you Jake, I really do. But sometimes you just have to take things as they come and stop asking so many questions."

"Why don't you call me next week, OK? Maybe when you've thought things out a bit you'll feel better and we can pretend tonight never happened, OK?" 

Jake shook his head in disbelief. "You're amazing!" He couldn't believe her attitude and was embarrassed to have someone talk to him like this.

"Thanks Jake, it's OK, I understand." She smiled warmly at him as he picked his keys off the table and made for the door. "I'll talk to you soon!"

So now he was back in his apartment, cursing Laura for being such a bitch, but angry at himself, wondering if some of the things she said were true. Was he blinded by her sexuality? Was his motivation for going out with her purely sexual? He's like to think not, but looking back he wasn't entirely sure . . .

Over the next few weeks, Jake only spoke with Laura twice, both times she called asking if he wanted to take her out, and both times Jake made some excuse. He knew he should just tell her off, but wondered just how well that would go anyway. 

His sessions with Becky were the same as always, although it seemed that they would talk a little more each week about their personal lives. Becky never asked Jake about the girl he had spoken of weeks before, but often asked about his family, his career changes and his hobbies. Jake found out more about Becky's father and she told him how hard it had been on her those years before they moved. It got to the point when Jake actually looked forward to his weekend tutoring sessions, if for no other reason than to have a little chat with Becky and discuss movies or the latest television shows.

But his thinking took a dramatic turn that mid-June day while they were preparing for her Junior year finals. As he was driving up to her house, he waved at Mrs. Harper driving away. As he walked to the door, Becky was just opening it and she smiled as she asked him if he wanted a drink.

"Just water'd be great" he answered. As she walked away he noticed she was wearing a powder blue pleated skirt which reached almost to her knees, and white sleeveless collared top. "Hey you look fancy today!"

As he sat down, she turned and handed him a bottle of water. "Yeah, I thought you'd say something, but I like to dress up sometimes!" she said smiling "It's my birthday and my mom took my out for brunch." She sat down across from Jake. "Look what she gave me." She pointed to the tight necklace she was wearing, a thin silver chain with a teardrop shaped pendant hanging down from the center."

"Nice!" he replied cheerfully. "And happy birthday! The big eighteen, right? Having a party?"

"Nah, I don't really like all that attention" she said, getting a bit quieter. "It's really not a big deal."

About a half hour later Jake got up to use the restroom and was walking back into the kitchen when the phone rang. The next few seconds seem to happen in slow motion.

Jake walked into the kitchen towards the table at the back of the room and saw Becky sitting facing him as he approached with a spiral notebook on her lap and a book bag on the floor. It looked as if her chair was now turned away from the table as she retrieved the book.

As he took a step into the room he looked at her bare legs and was thinking how cute she looked with them pressed together and her legs crossed at the ankles. It stuck him as odd that as "dressed up" as she said she was, she was still wearing white sneakers with pink socks bunched up at her ankles. 

Just as he was glancing up from her feet to the notebook, held modestly in her lap, the phone on the wall behind Becky rang. She twisted her body slightly to the right and with her right hand she reached up and behind to pick up the phone. At the same time with her left hand she lifted the notebook from her lap to the table. 

The end spiral must have been sticking out because as she lifted the notebook, the bottom of her skirt was pulled up about a foot before releasing and softly falling back into place. Jake stopped in his tracks.

At the height of the skirt's movement, with his eyes already on Becky's lap, Jake was looking all the way up her skirt and had a clear view of the small triangle of her white and blue striped panties. It was only a fraction of a second, but just that one look changed something in him he could not explain.

"Oh, hi mom. . ." He heard her say as she turned back to him smiling, having no idea of her skirt's behavior. She listened and gave a quizzical look to Jake and he realized he was still standing in the middle of the room. He quickly sat down across from her and she shifted her chair back under the table.

"Yup, it's right here, Mom . . .yes, I see it right there on the counter!" 

As he looked across the table at Becky he started to stare. He always thought she was cute, but he never realized just how attractive she was. She had large brown eyes and such a cute little nose. And even with her hair back in a pony tail, she no longer looked like a young girl. He looked at her slim neck, following the pendant down her bare upper chest to her modestly covered breasts under the fabric of the white, sleeveless, collared button down shirt. Saw how the seams of her top ran over her breasts and found himself looking for a hint of her nipples visible through her top. And although the blouse was buttoned high enough to hide any hint of cleavage, he found himself mesmerized by the quarter inch of her bra strap he saw on her shoulder.

"OK mom, . . . .OK!" He heard her say exasperatedly into the phone. With a start he pulled his hands over his eyes, hoping she didn't notice his blatant staring at her chest.

When his eyes closed what he saw was that moment frozen in time, Becky's skirt raised up, her legs bare from her ankles up to her thighs, with that unbelievably arousing view of her panties.

"Mom . . I gotta go. . . .Bye. .. . .. Jake?" Jake opened his eyes and saw Becky looking right at him. "You OK?"

Probably too quickly he sat up straight rearranging papers on the table. "Yeah fine! Sorry, ok, where were we?"

She gave him a sideways glance. "You sure?"

"Yeah, just resting my eyes a bit!" She smiled at him and got back to work.

Relieved that her attention was off him for the moment he tried to gather his thoughts, but the only thing he could think of was Becky, with her skirt lifted and those wonderful panties. 

"Well, I'll finish these for next week, my exam is a week from Monday." Becky started gathering her papers.

Jake looked around quickly, wanting so badly to . . . what? Offer to tie her shoes? Pretend to stumble and fall on the floor? His mind raced thinking of some scenario where he could once again get a peek up Becky's skirt. 

She stood and started walking to the front door. "So she couldn't find her cell phone . . . . on the counter . . .kept asking." He barely heard what she was saying as he followed her staring at her legs as she walked away, looking for some hint of the panty line on her bottom, any evidence of the panties he had momentarily glimpsed. 

As the door closed with one last "Are you sure you're ok?" from Becky, Jake walked back to his car. As he sat down he realized he was extremely aroused and looked back at the one story house. Was there any reason to go back? Just for a minute? Just to see her one more time?

He then took a look in the mirror. "Get a hold of yourself." He said aloud. "You're acting like a freak." Jake took a deep breath, started the car and drove away. He wasn't sure what happened back there, but he knew he'd better get out of there before he did anything stupid.

. . . . . . . . . . 

That night as Jake lay in bed he again couldn't stop thinking about Becky and that one sweet look he had. He could feel himself getting erect and started moving his body up and down under his covers, the slight stimulation making him more and more hard. He briefly thought of Laura, that night with her legs wide open, her crotch just inches from him and thought how much sexier it had been to glimpse Becky. 

Even the way she sat, he remembered, with her legs tightly pressed together, the notebook on her lap, Jake had a feeling that she had a natural inclination to keep herself covered. This made it that much more enticing for him to view her most private area, those adorable white an blue striped panties, how much he would have liked to walk to her while she was on the phone, kneel down at her feet and slowly pull he knees apart, seeing a little more, and a little more . . .

Jake let out an long audible grunt as he ejaculated into his pants, both hands still pressing on his throbbing penis. He lay in the dark, breathing heavily thinking about the effect Becky had on him and how the mere thought of her panties gave him one of his strongest orgasms. 

He took off his clothes, cleaned himself off as best as he could, and without redressing, fell right to sleep.

That was a strange week for Jake, some days he couldn't stop thinking of Becky and replaying over and over again the scene as he walked into the kitchen, and some days feeling guilty for having such thoughts about an eighteen year old girl. But after all he thought, there was nothing wrong with fantasizing was there? And even though he had visions of bringing a camera to use under the table, or plans of dropping pencils to stoop down for the next time she wore a skirt, he knew he'd never actually do any of those things.

So it was with a bit of a thrill that he showed up the next week, a moment of guilt washed over him as Becky's mother left, and he eagerly walked into the kitchen to see what Becky was wearing.

Although she was not wearing a skirt, Jake felt the slightest stir in his groin as he saw her sitting at the table. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a loose t-shirt with her glasses on and her hair down.

"Hey Jake!" she smiled.

He realized it wasn't her hair, her glasses or what she was wearing. Becky was beautiful. He couldn't believe he didn't notice it from the start, but he saw her now and an adorable, desirable, sweet young woman.

Some how he managed to get through the session without too much damage. He couldn't resist leaning in a few times as she was working, trying to get a smell of her hair, and when she got up to get a drink he studied her jean clad bottom, looking for her panty lines, wondering what color they were today.

She got an A on her math final, but it had been decided early in the year that she was going to take summer classes at her school to get ahead in her subjects, and Jake would continue to see her at least until fall.

Jake found himself in a bit of a routine, each week eagerly waiting for his session with Becky watching her more and more intently, and thought (though he couldn't be sure) that she enjoyed his company as well.

A few weeks into the summer however, Becky's next door neighbor ran out of eggs.

. . . . . . . . . 

Jake was thrilled when he showed up to see Becky that Saturday. When he arrived she let him in the front door and he followed her into the kitchen. It was an unusually hot and humid day, and he was surprised (and pleased) to see Becky wearing a pair of tan shorts and yellow t-shirt, again with her white sneakers and pink socks. As he followed her into the kitchen he could easily see the outline of her panties, riding up a fraction higher on her left butt cheek. He was not surprised when he felt his erection beginning, wondering if she was wearing those blue and white striped panties.

As they worked he looked at her chest and the outline of her bra around her medium sized breasts, and thought how much more appealing it looked, even in that loose covering t-shirt, than the cleavage-fest that Laura always sported.

He had just involuntarily pressed his hand in his lap, trying to take the edge off his excitement when the phone rang. And just as it did weeks before, it presented Jake with an interesting opportunity.

Becky's neighbor was baking and ran out of eggs. She asked him if he minded her running next door to drop some off. 

"Of course!" he said, and she opened the refrigerator door. "I'll survive, just be sure to leave some food and water out for me."

"Ha-ha. Very funny smart guy." She shot him a smile and walked out with a wave. "Be right back!"

Without even thinking, Jake was up and out of his chair. In the previous weeks, he learned that Becky's room was right down the hallway off the kitchen, and he had no time to spare.

He almost felt he was hyperventilating, his heart was pounding so badly as he went through the door and directly to the white dresser on the far wall, the pounding in his head being answered by the throbbing in his groin. 

It wasn't planned, he couldn't believe he was doing it, but the opportunity arose, and here he was, about to open Becky's dresser. He stopped breathing as the top drawer slid open, and there in front of him was a sight that almost made him cry. A drawer full of Becky's panties, folded into neat piles. And there on top was a pair of white cotton panties, with blue horizontal stripes. The pair so often fantasized about.

He slowly reached into the drawer and pulled out the soft garment and almost without thinking, brought it to his face. He breathed in a wonderful aroma, a slight perfumed smell with perhaps a hint of Becky's aroma. He touched her panties lightly on his cheek and gave it the lightest kiss on the crotch, his other hand rubbing at the front of his jeans on his now fully engorged member.

Jake knew it had not been more that 20 seconds since Becky left her house, but he didn't want to take any chances. He turned as he started to put the treasured object into his pocket and froze. There down the hall, staring at him was Becky Harper.

His mind raced and in what he later thought was the most ridiculous thing he ever did, opened the drawer and returned the panties to their original location.

His heart beating even faster (though all the blood evacuated from his groin he walked out of her room, not able to look at Becky. "Becky, I'm sorry" he said "I thought you were gone . . " He couldn't believe the babbling that was coming out of his mouth, as if it mattered weather he thought she'd be in the house.

"Oh, I . . . I dropped the eggs." She said quietly backing into the kitchen, holding a brown bag with egg yolk leaking through. She threw out her package without looking up, got a new fresh bag and went out the door again, not once looking at Jake

Jake didn't know what to do. She dropped the eggs! Surely not the brightest thing in the world, what he did, but why did she drop the eggs? Could he just leave? Would she tell her mother? Would she call the police? A thousand things ran through his mind, but in the end he decided he had to stick it out. Could he do damage control? What exactly did she see? 

He miserably sat back down at the table waiting.

When Becky walked back in a few minutes later, Jake just stared down at the table. She quietly sat down opposite him, picked up her pencil and started working again. After a few minutes more she began asking math-related questions, and their session continued as if nothing were amiss.

. . . . . . . . . 

When Becky ran out her front door to bring her neighbor the eggs she was in such a good mood. She really enjoyed her time with Jake (unlike some of the other tutors she'd had) and was a little pleased at the thought of him waiting in her house while she ran an errand.

When he first started tutoring her, she figured she had a little crush on him, but knew he was much older and she didn't even know much about boys, having spent so much time with her mother. She always found them a bit too interested in big boobs and sex and didn't understand why the world seemed so shallow. So she was content to have a mini crush on the "older-man," safe knowing nothing would become of it.

Just as she stepped over the edge of the driveway, her foot slipped on a rock, and windmilling her arms for balance, Becky dropped her bag of eggs. 

She looked down for a moment, shook her head at her clumsiness, grabbed the now leaking sack and ran back into her house.

She had left the front door open and so right when she reentered the house she knew something was weird. She should have been able to see Jake. Figuring he must have gone to the rest room, she continued into the kitchen, but something she saw out of the corner of her eye made her stop and look down the hall into her room. She blinked not comprehending what she was looking at.

Jake was standing at her dresser, with a pair of her panties held up to his face with one hand, and rubbing himself with the other! She just stood there staring for a few seconds when he turned, and she was sure he was about to pocket her underwear when he saw her. He then froze, replaced her clothes and then walked back into the kitchen apologizing. 

Becky had no idea what to do, she had no idea what this meant! So she simply got the new eggs, delivered them next door, then sat down and started doing her math problems again.

. . . . . . . . It was almost time to go and Jake had to say something. He knew it wasn't right to leave without saying something. 

"Becky." . . She looked at him for the first time since the incident. 

"Yes?" She asked quietly.

"I'm so sorry by what I did, and . . . I just want to let you know I'm sorry . .. ." he tailed off lamely.

Becky started to speak, but then stopped herself. "It's ok," he said. "What did you want to say?" He figured he'd see this through.

"Why?" She asked. "Why were you in my room? Why would you take . . .those?"

"I'm so sorry Becky" Jake let out, sure he was in deep trouble. He put his hand over his face, waiting for what was next.

Becky looked up at him, and saw how miserable he looked. "Jake, I'm not . . . you're not in trouble . . but I just don't understand why you were touching my . . .clothes."

Jake looked up at Becky, her looking down at the table. Such a sweet girl, sitting there trying to make him feel better. Maybe he could explain. How much worse could it get?

"Ok, Becky" he started, figuring he'd just tell it like a story. "Remember your birthday? That day you were wearing that blue skirt and white top?" He quickly told he what he saw and how cute she looked and when he saw her blue and white striped panties he just started thinking about that a lot. So when she left to go next door, he just wanted to see them again, and found them before he knew what he was doing. 

He couldn't believe he said, babbling out the whole perverted story, and now sat there waiting for her reaction.

"Oh . . .I still don't understand." She stood up and walked to the door.

Jake simply got up, followed her and walked outside. As he passed her she gave him a quiet "see ya" and he replied with a wave.

. . . . ..... 

That night while lying in bed, Becky continued to think about what happened that afternoon with Jake. As it happened she immediately felt the embarrassed that he would actually see her underwear. It didn't occur to her at first that it was something he purposely did, and somehow felt ashamed that she was such a slob as to leave her undergarments around for him to see.

She knew none of this was true, but even as he told her about how her skirt had lifted and he saw her panties, she felt the same shame years ago in Chicago when the boys on the playground made fun of her when she fell off the swings wearing her little dress. 

"I see London, I see France, I see Rebecca's Underpants!" She remembered them giggling to each other and pointing at her. And even though that was so long ago (and she was what, in fourth grade?), she still felt uncomfortable wearing skirts or dresses and was always so careful not to "show" anything.




Just One Look



Even as Jake explained and apologized to her, her immediate reaction couldn't be helped.

It was only hours later when she was lying in bed that she started to realize what happened, and what it really meant.

Jake saw up her skirt, and it wasn't something he was going to make fun of her for, but it was something that aroused him. 

But she knew she wasn't like all those girls on tv, she didn't have the big boobs, didn't dress like them, didn't act like them. And she didn't even own any "sexy" underwear. She remembered as Jake told her what he saw how well he remembered the panties she was wearing. Could he really have found them sexy? 

Becky ran her hands to her hips, feeling below the loose boxer shorts she was wearing and felt the edges of her panties. She knew they were just plain white cotton panties, not the ones Jake saw, but would he like to see her in these as well? 

She squeezed her legs together imagining Jake looking at her, and felt a tingle building there. And what would he do with her panties if he took them?

Why was he holding them up to her face? Her left hand moved down to the front of her body and pressed on the small mound, pressing on her panties . . just the spot where Jake must have seen. She started arching her hips slightly, increasing the pressure between her hand and her groin.

She pictured Jake standing there, holding her panties and rubbing himself. Becky couldn't think of any other explanation: Jake was turned on by her panties. Turned on by seeing her panties. Was sexually turned on by her! The feeling between her legs kept growing as she pressed harder and harder into herself, picturing over and over Jake, her panties in one hand, rubbing himself with the other.

Becky's breathing stooped momentarily as she gave out a little grunt and a small orgasm shuddered her body. 

Laying idly beneath her covers, her body relaxed from her recent orgasm, Becky once again traced the outline of her panties from her hips down to her inner thighs. She couldn't help smiling to herself, thinking about Jake, and knowing how she had affected him. 

But what would she do next week? 

. . . . . . . . 

"So here I am," Jake said aloud looking from him parked car to the front of the Harper's house.

Many times during that week, he thought he'd never make it back. But after considering all of his options, he decided to just pretend nothing happened and try to put the whole incident behind him (assuming Becky could!). And after freaking out anytime the phone rang earlier in the week, fearing Mrs. Harper (or worse!), he was beginning to think things might be ok.

He also forced himself to stop fantasizing about Becky (although there was one night he considered what might have been if Becky didn't drop her eggs, what he could have been holding, touching, rubbing up against. . .) and hoped this restraint might somehow see him through this after all.

His heart almost froze when he heard the tapping on his window and looked up to see Mrs. Harper squinting in his window. "Jake!" she barked.

He jumped out of the car fearing the worst. 

"My god! You look like you've seen a ghost!" She said, her face breaking into a smile. "Sorry to startle you like that, but when I came outside I thought you were sleeping!"

"No, no. . .Mrs. Harper" he uttered, "I was just . . . thinking"

"OK, Jake," she said, turning around, "now get in there and make my daughter start thinking as well." With a last wave she got into her car and drove off.

After her car turned the corner, Jake took a deep breath and walked slowly to the front door, reached up and pushed the doorbell.

. . . . . . . . 

After a few seconds he heard Becky call out "come in Jake," and he opened the door. Not seeing Becky he walked down the hall and just as he stepped into the kitchen Becky also walked into the kitchen from the dining room entrance and stood with her hands on her chair. He involuntarily clasped his hand in front of him hiding the instant bulge that appeared in his jeans.

Becky stood there in a powder blue pleated skirt, just above her knees, a white collared sleeveless top, buttoned down the front and white sneakers with pink socks, bunched around her ankles. She gave Jake a shy smile and slid into her chair, opening the notebook on the table.

Jake quickly sat down opposite to her and just stared. He noticed she was wearing the same pendant she had on her birthday, and looking at her hair noticed it was up in the same ponytail. She was dressed exactly as she was that day he remembered so well.

He felt his penis get more and more engorged as he considered what this meant. At worst it didn't seem she was angry he figured, and at best?

As she rearranged her papers, looking down, Jake shook his head. He had made a number of bad decisions regarding Becky, and he didn't want to make another one. He had to do what was right.

"Becky?" 

"Yes" she replied quickly looking him in the eyes for just a fraction of a second before averting them and looking somewhere off to his left.

"I just want to say again how sorry I was for what happened last week. I didn't mean to upset you, and it was wrong of me, and if you think it would be better for your mom to be here when I come around I'd understand."

Becky again looked straight into Jake's eyes, holding them this time. "No, that's ok." She looked away, her cheeks reddening slightly. "And I'm not upset. And. . . . so you'd know I'm not mad I wore what I wore that day." She looked down at the table for a moment. "And I'm sorry I walked in on you last week. I guess if you liked my . . . panties that much, it would've been ok for you to take them."

Jake's eyes inadvertently went to hallway, and her bedroom.

"Oh," she said quickly. "They're not there anymore. . . . I'm . . . wearing them today." Becky looked up once again with a shy smile. Jake saw how much quicker she seemed to be breathing. Becky took a deep breath, ." . . . I think they're the right ones. . . should you check?"

Jake stood and slowly walked around the table as Becky turned her chair facing outwards then sat back, her legs tightly together, ankles crossed with her hands protectively on her lap. He knelt down about five feet from her, his head level with her chest and took in the beautiful site before him.

He looked at her white calves up to her knees, tightly pressed together and the inch or so of flesh showing before the hem of her skirt. Her hands were clasped together pushing the skirt into the crevice between her knees, obscuring the view he was so longing to see. Her bottom was pushed to the back of the chair and as he looked at the white shirt laid over the top of her skirt, he saw her squirm a little, shifting the weight from side to side. He followed her buttons up to her chest and with her bare arms pressed together admired her chest, heaving with her quickened breaths. And then he looked at her beautiful face, her lips slightly parted allowing her accelerated breathing.

"Oh, " she said suddenly, ." . . . am I . . . am I supposed to .. .lift it?"

Jake couldn't help but notice how nervous she was. "Can I? He asked, sliding a bit forward, now within arms length of her knees. She nodded slowly. 

He shuffled up to her until he was just inches from her legs. Slowly he reached up and put his hands over her wrists. At the first touch her heard the smallest gasp from Becky, and looking up he smiled at her and gently lifted her hands from her lap. Caressing her wrists lightly with his thumbs he brought her hands down on either side of her, hands now grasping the chair.

Jake leaned back and move his hands on each side of her knees, grasping the hem of her skirt. He slowly pushed back, transfixed by the juncture of her tightly closed legs as more and more of her legs were revealed. 

He stopped momentarily as half of her upper legs were revealed an then lifted the blue material slightly, folding it onto her lap. He knew if he were to lean back he would be able to see all the way up her skirt now, but he wanted to prolong the moment a bit longer.

Reaching back down to the folded edge of her skirt, now halfway up her thigh, he once again started inching the material up her legs, delighting in every new glimpse of her bare legs. 

Finally, after his hands were almost to her hips, there in between her bare upper thighs, a small triangle of white and blue cotton was revealed to him. He leaned back on his heels and took in the wondrous view in front of him.

As aroused as he was the last time, seeing Becky like this, her hands straight at her sides, her skirt pushed up and that delicate triangle of fabric at the top of her beautifully bare legs was almost more that he could bare. He looked from her tightly crossed ankles to her flushed face, her eyes in her lap and realized how much more sexy she was is her obvious shyness. Staring at her exposed panties, he noticed how she seemed to occasionally press her legs even more tightly together for a moment before relaxing again. He had never been so turned on.

Becky looked down in her lap at panties showing beneath he pulled up skirt and felt she could hardly keep her breath. She couldn't believe she actually when through with this, and in fact just before he got there that afternoon almost changed into her loosest fitting clothes she owned.

But here she was, Jake looking at her exposed legs, staring at her panties, only a thin cotton layer protecting her most private of area and she felt like she was going to pass out! She was so nervous she forgot to move her hands from her lap for Jake, but got that much more excited as he gently reached for her and allowed himself access to her skirt. 

And as he slid her skirt up her legs, she could feel the heat in her lap as she got more and more aroused. When he finally sat back she couldn't stop herself from squeezing he legs tighter together, the pressure on her privates giving her a bit of relief from the pulsing she felt. 

Becky looked up at Jake, his face in total concentration and blushed even more knowing what he was staring at. Her legs tightened again, her body involuntarily trying to relieve the "itch" growing under her so scrutinized panties.

Jake looked up at her. "May I . . .." he started, not knowing exactly what he wanted to say. Becky hesitantly nodded and quietly said "yes."

He reached behind her legs to her ankles and gently cupped her calves. His hands slid down until they reached her still-crossed ankles. He uncrossed her ankles and slid his hands up the sides of her legs resting them on the outsides of her knees. 

Ask he curled his fingers between her knees he noticed her thighs tighten again for a moment, release and tighten again. He looked up at her and although she was still facing down, her eyes were now closed and she was breathing heavily through her mouth. 

After one more tightening and loosening of he thighs, his eyes again went to the triangle of her panties as he slowly started pulling her knees apart.

At first the triangle grew downward, her legs starting to spread. Once her inner thighs parted, Jake could see all of the front of Becky's panties, the white an blue stripes ending in a straight line across the inside of her skirt, the triangular shape, now more of a top-heavy hourglass. He only stopped when her legs were almost at a ninety degree angle.

He stopped again, taking in this glorious view and watched delightedly as Becky seemed to squirm in her chair, tightening and relaxing her buttocks every few seconds. Jake wanted nothing more than to pleasure this beautiful creature.

When Becky's legs were parted, she felt a new surge of excitement, knowing now that Jake was staring at her panties, her legs wide open, totally exposed. All thoughts of embarrassment were quickly ignored as her body again tried to tighten and with her thighs no longer closed, found no relief for the tingling she felt. Her legs wide open, she squirmed in the chair, her body trying to find something to press against, soothing to ease the maddening feeling between her legs.

She let out another gasp and opened her eyes as she felt Jakes hands now on her hips. As she felt him slide her towards him, her crotch just over the front of the chair, she held her breath, the fabric of her panties pulling ever so gently against her lips, sending what felt like sparks into her stomach.

Jake then brought one hand back between her legs and ever so slowly, and ever so lightly touched his finger to the middle of Becky's panties. 

She immediately thrust her hips forward, her body responding to his touch, but just as quick Jake pulled back. Becky found herself rocking her hips back and forth in small thrusts as if searching again for his finger. 

Jake looked at Becky. Her eyes closed, lightly her hips moving in tiny thrusts, her panties, her arms still clutching the sides of the chair. Becky started to whimper softly. Again he lifted his finger to her panties, and matching her rhythm, brought a slight pressure to her.

Becky was entirely focused on the maddeningly pleasurable feeling now burning under her panties. And although she was doing all she could to increase the pressure, to rub harder on Jakes finger, he kept the same light touch. 

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, Jake increased the pressure, and Becky momentarily stopped mid thrust to accept the extra attention before settling back. Jake slid his finger up, tracing the lips beneath the cotton panties until he felt the small bud of her clitoris.

Becky could feel something welling up inside as the pleasure continued to grow, and when she felt Jake find her "special spot" she was sure nothing in the world had ever felt as wonderful. 

Becky knew her orgasm was coming, and for a split second she had a moment's embarrassment as all of her previous orgasms were private, and she looked down. Just then Jake buried his face between her legs, his tongue now hungrily lapping at Becky's clitoris through the now saturated fabric of her panties.

This sight and the new sensations where finally enough for Becky as she thrust her hips into Jake's face, letting out a grunt, then her body shook violently with a massive orgasm, her thighs suddenly clamped around his head.

Becky opened her eyes, waves of pleasure still coursing through her body and looked down, surprised to see her body still spasming against Jake as he now held his tongue against her, his mouth still clamped between her legs. 

Finally the waves slowly receded and Becky felt her thigh muscles loosen. Jake gave her one last kiss on the center of her panties and stood up.

Becky straighten herself on the chair and pushed the hair that had fallen over her eyes out of the way, and looked up at him.

"That was . .I didn't know I could feel .. ." Becky didn't know how to express how much stronger, more intense, more wonderful that was than any orgasm she's had before. Embarrassed again, she looked down, putting her skirt back into position. 

"Oh!" She saw the bulge in the front of his pants. "I'm sorry, can I . . . . should. . ." Becky knew how aroused Jake was and suddenly felt very selfish not thinking what his needs were. Jake saw the confusion in Becky and although his stomach was hurting he was aroused so much, he wasn't sure if he should continue. His pleasuring Becky was the most incredible experience he'd ever had, and he wanted to make sure it didn't end badly for her. 

"Becky, I can't tell you how much I enjoyed that." She blushed again. "But maybe we should call it a day." 

"Well," she thought back to her birthday, "Do you . . . I mean, would you want. . .." She thought of him rubbing himself holding her panties. "Do you want to take another pair. . . come on" she said leading him to her room.

Jake knew right then what he wanted. He'd take another pair of her panties, hopefully not speed on the way home, and have the quickest whack off in history!

As she entered her room his eyes played over her gorgeous body, and he looked at her skirt, almost unbelieving that he had just had his face up there. Becky opened the top drawer of her dresser and shyly stepped aside. 

Jake looked in and slowly reached for the top pair, pale green cotton panties with a little bow on the side. Incredibly, he felt himself get even more aroused. He stood there and looked at her, not knowing if it was proper to just put them in his pocket or ask for a bag?

"Don't you want to . . . like you did before?" Becky said taking his wrist and moving his hand towards his face. 

Jake couldn't help but bring her panties all the way to his face and he breathed in the intoxicating scent. It was too much looking at Becky, watching so intently as he breathed in yet another pair of her panties. 

Becky reached for his other hand and guided it to the bulge, trying to recreate what she saw the first time he has her panties.

Jake pressed twice on his erection, and knowing he was on the verge of orgasm, grabbed Becky's hand and guided it over his jeans, quickly orgasming with a groan at the feel of her hand against him, and the fell and smell of her panties in his hand. Now it was Jake's turn to be embarrassed.

But Becky had a huge smile on her face, pleased by what she did with just her panties and her hand. "Can I try again next week?" She asked. "I bet I can do better."

Jake couldn't believe what he heard. "Absolutely Becky."

"You want me to wear the same thing again?"

"Actually. . . how about that." Jake pointed to the little yellow sun dress on the hanger of the open closet.

Becky smiled. "Sure!" 

Jake excused himself (needing to clean up), and before exiting gave Becky a sweet little kiss on the cheek. He didn't want to move too fast after all, maybe he'd kiss her on the mouth next week.

. . . . . . . . . 

Becky was happier than she could ever remember. Her mother even commented on her mood, and occasionally just sat smiling at her daughter, wondering if she was finally getting past that horrible time following her husband's death.

Each night that week, Becky lay in her bed replaying what happened with Jake. Each night rubbing herself gently, bringing herself to orgasm as she tried to imitate Jakes touch upon her body. And although she had some of her most satisfying climaxes, she knew it was nothing compared to how Jake made her feel.

And on Thursday night, she even put on the same skirt she wore that weekend, fully dressed under the covers, slowly raising her skirt in the same way Jake did. And when she knew her panties were exposed, slowly spreading her legs before rubbing herself to orgasm once again.

As she lay, panting heavily she thought also of rubbing Jake as he held her panties. How hot he felt, and how excited he was, pressing back against her hand, and the pulsing of his penis as he ejaculated. She wondered what it would be like to open his pants, and touch him, make him feel as good as he made her feel. She looked forward to his next visit, thinking of her sun dress, what she would wear underneath, and fell asleep with a sly grin on her face.

Becky looked at herself in the mirror, checking to make sure everything was in place. Her yellow sun dress was patterned with small flowers, a matching scarf tying her hair in a ponytail above her head. The top of the dress covered her shoulders, the front up to her neck with buttons down the front ending below her breasts. 

She looked down at her white sandaled feet up her bare legs to the hem of her dress, as the skirt, just above her knees. She blushed in anticipation of what she hoped was to come.

When Becky opened the door and Jake walked in they embraced tentatively in a close embrace. After a few moments Jake leaned back to look into her eyes before gently leaning in and kissing her on the mouth. His hands went from her back to her bottom, seeking out and tracing the tines of her panties thorough the thin material. 




Just One Look



Becky could feel the stiffness of Jake's forming erection as she leaned into him, and moved her hand down his hips, and started to slide it towards his crotch.

"Hold on now," he said pulling away. "I am being paid to be here! First work, then maybe we can play a little bit! Now sit down." He escorted her to her place at the kitchen table. "Tell you what, just finish up this one page, and we'll do whatever you want." He pulled out a sheet of problems and laid it in front of her.

Becky, still pouting a bit looked down at the sheet. "Addition? Long division? This shouldn't take long!" She quickly snatched up her pencil smiling at him. She quickly went to work.

Jake stood up, admiring the beauty before him. "Becky. . you're so beautiful." She looked up. "Hey! Keep working missy!" He scolded sternly. Becky smiled, and looked down once again eager to fish her "work."

As she scribbled away, Jake walked around behind her and gently placed his hand on her back. He let them slide up to her shoulders and down her bare arms.

"That's nice . ." Becky sighed, relaxing her arms. But Jake immediately withdrew his hands.

"Becky, you must keep your mind on your work! Please continue!" With an sarcastic sigh and a shake of her head, Becky got back to her simple math problems.

Jake continued stroking Becky's arms, taking in the slightly flowery smell of her shampoo as he leaned into her and gently kissed her on her neck. He heard a sharp intake of breath and a momentary pause in her writing before he heard he pencil continue on the page.

His hands then moved under her arms, rubbing her rib cage, moving to her front, his hands joining in front just below her breasts. And although she kept working (albeit at a much slower rate) Jake could feel her chest rise and fall much more quickly as he lightly traced the outside of her breasts, then moved his hands over them, keeping his fingertips on the top edge of her bra.

Becky sighed as Jake finally cupped her breasts from behind, gently kneading them, letting the thin fabric slide over the tighter material of her bra. His fingers gently circled over the small bump of her nipples, stimulating them until he felt them harden and elongate under his touch. 

Jake pulled his left hand away, and reached over her shoulder. He started unbuttoning the top of her dress. Standing up he looked down her now unbuttoned to see her white bra, her nipples now pointing through its white material. He reached down, massaging her left breast, lightly pinching her nipple through her bra, eliciting a quick guttural sound from Becky. But she continued working.

Jakes hand retreated just enough to allow it to slide back down, now inside the cup of her bra and lightly stroked her nipple with his forefinger. Becky leaned her head down, touching her cheek to his forearm, per pencil slowed to a snail's pace. After a few moments, Jake withdrew his hands and stood next to Becky.

Breathing heavily she looked sideways, he half closed eyes looking directly at the bulge in his pants. "Jake, I want to . . . touch you . . ," she said, her hand straying from the page.

"When you're finished," he replied, kneeling next to her. She looked back to her worksheet, ¾ finished and continued working.

Jake reached down, and placed his hands over her knees. He then lifted her legs, out from under the table, and placed them on the edge of the table, making sure the bottom of her dress did not slide away from her knees.

Becky continued working, her paper now on the table next to her legs, breathing more and more heavily now knowing how exposed she must be, what Jake would see if he stepped back. He picked up a notebook from the table and placed it in her lap, then moved her worksheet onto the notebook, encouraging her to lean back in her chair. Jake then placed his hand on her knee and slowly spread her legs, making sure the notebook in her lap kept the hem of her dress from falling. He took a step back to Becky, sitting back in her chair, her legs spread, high on the tabletop in front of her. He stood there watching for a few seconds more, reveling in anticipation before slowly getting down on his knees and ducking under the table.

He was greeted with one of the sexiest sights he'd ever seen. He stared at the center of her pale yellow panties, her silky white thighs spread and lifted to the table top above. He leaned his head forward and lightly kissed Becky's inner thigh, inches from the leg band of her panties. As he heard another sharp intake of breath from Becky, he could feel the heat on his cheek, emanating from her panty covered crotch. He turned in, and gently kissed her, savoring the feel of her panties on his lips.

He extended his tongue, tracing up and down the center of her panties, parting her lips slightly underneath the moistening cotton. Becky started moaning, her hips gyrating slightly, trying to get more and more of Jake's tongue against her. With one last lick upwards, Jake found Becky's clitoris and he began kissing and licking with more intensity.

Becky started bucking her hips with more force, matching the rhythm of Jake's probing tongue, now grunting softly. But when he felt her hands on the back of his head, he pulled it back. He ducked out from under the table and looked at her paper.

"Becky. You're not finished yet." She looked up with glassy eyes, her hips sill thrusting minutely. She reached again for the pencil which was now lying on the table. "That's better, you're almost done."

As Becky started working again, Jake took the leg closest to him, and lifted it off of the table and let it rest back on the floor. Now with one leg on the table and one on the floor, her yellow sun dress had slid all of the way up her legs, exposing all of her yellow panties, including a thin strip of her stomach above. 

Jake reached down and cupped Becky, his fingers kneading her, probing where his tongue had just been. His hand then slid up, and then down the front of her panties, and as he first felt the wet lips contained within, Becky slid down in her seat, meeting his fingers. 

He started making quick circular motions, and in response to Becky's now continuous moans, couldn't help but press his body against her arm, delighting in the pressure on his erection.

Becky looked at him briefly before staring her last problem on the page. He watched her complete the simple addition problem, then all but throw the pencil on the floor and reach towards him.

As if in a race against time, she quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pulled them and his boxer shorts down in one motion and grabbed his now free erection. She had never seen a man's penis before, let alone touched one, but letting her instincts take over, she simply slid her hand up and down, barely ware of what she was doing, the feelings in her own body overwhelming her senses.

"Oh Becky" Jake muttered, her inexperienced hand sending waves of pleasure though his body. "Look at me . .." Becky's gaze went from her pumping hand to his eyes.

Jake looked at her, her mouth partially open, her eyes half closed. His hand in her panties, her hips thrusting, her hand wrapped around his penis. 

"Uhhhhnnnnnn!" Becky cried out her eyes now shut, her body arching backwards, her grasp tightening around Jake. And seeing this, hearing this, feeling this was all her needed, and it was all he could do not to fall down as he ejaculated, pumping his semen in an arc onto the floor. He slumped back onto his knees, removing his hand from Becky's panties, and laid his head in her lap, both of them trying to calm their breathing.

After a few moments, Becky started stroking his head.

"Becky . ..." he murmured, kissing her leg.

. . . . . . . . . . 

Becky spent another week with an almost constant grin on her face. And as wonderful as her two encounters with Jake were, each time making her climax so much stronger than she ever had before, she did have one thing she wanted to change.

She wanted to do to him what he had been doing to her. She was well aware of his teasing and caressing, and know how absolutely wonderful it made her feel. And she wanted to do the same for him. She wanted to be responsible for his going crazy, every muscle in his body straining just to be touched by her.

And although she did make him orgasm, she didn't even get to see it! And she was so lost in her own bliss, she didn't feel she even really experienced it. Not that she would entirely know what to do (or how to do it for that matter), but she knew she wanted to try.

The next Saturday, as her mom was getting ready to leave, Becky came up with a plan.

She dressed this time in a pair of loosely fitting khaki shorts and a long sleeve top with a t-shirt on top. With this outfit denying easy access, she figured she could keep control, and try manipulating Jake for a change! 

When Jake arrived that weekend, he had his speech prepared. He was going to tell Becky that perhaps they should concentrate more on her work (after all, he was getting paid by her mother!), and they should probably give it a few weeks to see how they feel. Although he had some of the most wonderfully erotic experiences of his life with Becky, his conscience was starting to bother him, and he knew it would be best to step back for a while.

Somehow all of that was forgotten as he walked in the door, and saw her standing there waiting for him. He had been mentally prepared for another tempting outfit, steeled himself against the temptation he knew there would be to again touch her legs, reach under her skirt. But when he saw Becky standing there in her much less revealing outfit, Jake realized something: he was crazy about Becky Harper.

And when she walked up to him, put her arms around him and lifted her head up to kiss him, Jake's overwhelming feelings were not of lust, but an aching in his stomach, an urge to hold, protect, to just be with Becky. 

They kissed tenderly, Jake trying to hold her as close to his chest as he could while continuing his gentle probing of her lips with his tongue. He thought he'd never been as content as he felt in her embrace.

Becky, however had other things in mind. She let her hands slide down and gently squeezed his buttocks while pulling his body against hers, causing Jake to suddenly lean back, giving her a surprised look. 

For an instant Becky second guessed her actions, wondering if she were making a mistake. She couldn't help but notice that as she felt Jake's hips press into her abdomen, she didn't feel erection, seemingly always present before. She looked away shyly, hesitating before deciding to carry on with her plan.

"Jake, I need your help with something. Wait here." Becky turned from Jake and headed to her room. She thought she had it all worked out. 

She'd have him sitting at the kitchen table, where she'd bring him a few pairs of her panties, ask him which was his favorite, which he'd like to see her in. Ask him to touch them, smell them, perhaps hold them up to her, picture what she'd look like in them. She knew (or hoped!) he'd get turned on by that, and she'd start teasing him the way he'd teased her. She'd make Jake feel as good as he'd done to her!

But Jake had other ideas. When Becky grabbed his butt, and pulled their hips together, Jake's initial surprised was immediately replaced with an irresistible urge to touch her again. As she shyly averted his gaze and turned away, he knew what he wanted: to make his beautiful Becky squirm under his touch, to bring her to another glorious, body shaking orgasm. As she walked away, he didn't hear her tell him to wait where he was, as his eyes became riveted to her cute bottom, and he started following her into her room. 

When her hands reached forward, to open the top drawer of her dresser, he reached around her from behind, and pinning her hands underneath his, began lightly kissing her neck.

Becky gave a quick jump as she felt Jake reach his arms around her, her arms extended straight out in from of her, but relaxed as she felt his wonderful kisses on her neck. She figured she'd still be able to execute her plan, however, but perhaps move the location to her bedroom. Once he let go of her hands, she'd open her panty drawer and turn things back on him!

One hand released, Jake moving his right hand to her waist. With this hand he gently pulled back, causing Becky to take a step back, and now she was leaning against the dresser. Jake leaned into her from behind ensuring that if Becky moved her arms she would fall, thus trapping her in her current position.

His hands went to her waist, caressing her stomach, sliding to her hips, and down the front of her thighs, reaching the bottom of her shorts before returning up to her abdomen. All the while he kissed softly on her neck, her cheeks, nibbled at her ears. 

Jake slid his hands to her groin, careful to avoid brushing directly over her most sensitive spots. His hands went to the bottom of her shirt, and grabbing both layers, he pulled upwards, exposing more and more of the soft skin on her back, now kissing each bit of flesh as it was exposed. When the shirts were bunched under her arms, he pulled back, straightening Becky, and pulled them over her head. As each arm found it's way out of the inside-out garments, he guided them back to their former place on the dresser.

His hands ran all up and down her body, brushing over the front of her bra, briefly sliding between her legs, running over her buttocks while he lightly kissed her wherever he found exposed skin. 

Jake kneeled behind her and with gently pressure, widened her stance by a few inches. He ran his hands from her knees, up her thighs and under the front of her shorts. As his fingertips me in the front, the caressing the fabric of her panties just above the bulge of her vulva, he kissed her buttocks through the material of her shorts, first on the left, then the right cheek.

Becky gave a gasp as Jakes hands slid down, his fingers curling under her, and any thoughts of her original plan were banished as she felt her knees bent, her body seeking more contact with Jakes fingers. Becky's hips began swaying as Jake applied more and more pressure, once again seeking out the small nub of her clitoris through the cotton of her panties.

Jake stood up suddenly, reached around with his left hand he grasped Becky's breast, pulling her back, now leaning arched backwards against him. She turned her head towards him, their lips hungrily locked together. While one hand kneaded her breast, his other went to the front of her shorts, pulling open the top button and lowering her zipper. With one strong tug, they fell to the floor.

Almost frantically, Jake guided Becky to the bed, laying her down, her legs hanging off the bottom at the knees, and paused momentarily looking at what awaited him. Now clad in just a pair of pale blue panties and a white bra, her body almost imperceptibly squirming, her breathing heavy, her smoky eyes looking expectantly at him, Jake almost swooned. He slowly reached down, and unclasped her bra form the middle, and lifted the two halves apart, revealing her breasts and erect nipples pointing towards the ceiling. His right hand started lightly massaging her crotch as he took her right nipple in his lips and gently flicked at it with his tongue.

After a few minutes he switched to the other breast, increasing the pressure with his hand. As Becky's breath got louder and louder, moans started escaping her lips. Her hips, grinding into Jake's hand, her hands reached to his head, pulling him towards her chest. Jake's kisses moved down her body, over her stomach. He kissed the top of her panties, kissed lower, just above his thumb, now making circles on the center of her panties, her legs now spread apart. 

Without stopping his kisses or his fingers, he positioned himself between her legs. He then hooked one finger inside the leg band of her underwear and stopped. Slowly he pulled her panties to the side, exposing her bare vagina, glistening with the excitement she felt. Jake leaned in, and gently touched his tongue to her lips, slowly moving upwards.

When he stopped rubbing her and Becky felt her panties pulled to the side, she knew what Jake was about to do, but was unprepared for the intense feeling of his tongue on her most sensitive parts. "Ohhhhhhh!," she moaned, as he gently licked her, causing her hips to strain outward, reaching for more of his tongue. And when he concentrated his attention to her clitoris, Becky hands went to the back of his head, pulling him towards her, straining for the extra stimulation that would bring her the relief her body so badly needed.

Becky's other senses seemed to shut down, nothing seemed to exist except for Jake's tongue and the feeling of pleasure between her legs, the pressure inside her felt as if all of the sexual feelings she'd ever previously had were about to come bursting forth again from her body.

Just as she felt she would black out, Jake inserted his finger ever so gently into Becky, curling it up inside her, and Becky felt as if she burst.

"Uhhhh, Oooooooo!" She wailed, her arms now pulling Jake's head fiercely into her arching body, her thighs tightly clamped to the sides of her head. Several strong waves pulsed through her body, Becky's arms and legs going numb as she spasmed, before finally her body unclenched and she collapsed back on the bed.

They stayed like that for several minutes, Becky running her hands through his hair, Jake still between her legs, his head on her thigh.

"Jake?"

"Yea?" He answered, not raising his head.

"What about . . you?" She asked, once again remembering her plan for the day, and wondering if she could salvage it somehow.

"Uh. . ." Jake stood up and removed his hand from inside his unbuttoned pants, his hand covered with a sticky white substance. "I was just . . I just enjoyed that so much." He finished weakly, "I'm sorry."

"That's ok, Jake" she said, somewhat confused. "I just want to . . you know. . . "

Jake awkwardly rubbed his hand off on his shirt. "Look, I'd better go and clean myself off." He felt like an idiot. "But Becky." He leaned down next to her, keeping his soiled hand away. "Becky. . . I'm so crazy about you!"

Suddenly Becky felt her face turning red and she grabbed a pillow to cover herself, grinning like a fool.

"I gotta go" Jake said getting up.

"Jake?" He stopped. "I love you Jake." She said timidly, looking down. He walked back over to her and gently kissed her forehead. She looked up and closed her eyes as he leaned in to kiss her on the lips. 

"I love you too Becky."

. . . . . . . . . 

The following week, following much internal debate, Jake picked up the phone and dialed the Harper's number. To his immense relief, Becky answered, and they spent a quick hour chatting about school, movies, family, and everything, it seemed to Jake, except what had transpired between them.

He initially called (besides just wanting to hear her voice) to try to set some boundaries, and maybe to explore if it weren't a good idea to sever their relationship as a tutor/tutee, and see what other options they had. But not knowing exactly what he wanted to say, paired with his lingering embarrassment over how their last encounter ended, led their conversations away from the more intimate subjects. The only hint of what had transpired was the quick (and quite natural) "love you,," "love you too" exchange as they hung up.

Becky was thrilled that Jake had called, wondering every day since if it was true, if Jake really loved her and what would happen between them now. She hung up the phone, closed her eyes and repeated to her self the end of their phone conversation. "I do love you Jake," she said aloud with a smile.

Her eyes snapped open. She had work to do before next week. More than anything, she wanted to please Jake, to make him squirm, to make him reach out for her the way she did for him. She knew her last efforts had not worked, but the more she thought about it, the more she thought she knew what went wrong. And how to make it right. The next night she went shopping.




Just One Look



. . . . . . . . .

"Hey Becky! You look. . .wonderful!" Becky clasped her hands behind her back and leaned forward, turning her head to allow Jake to kiss her cheek, before taking a step back and turning around.

"I wasn't sure you'd like it!" She said with a smile. She knew when she spun her loose skirt flew up a bit, but not too much, she hoped. 

"I do!" He said, his eyes wandering from her white stocking covered feet to the pink flowing skirt and the tight sweater vest over a white collared shirt. She was wearing the pendant she got on her birthday, with her hair tied in a ponytail with a pink ribbon. 

Feeling his erection build as his mind wandered, he forced himself to look away. "Becky, we need to talk about this tutoring thing. I don't think . . ."

"Jake?" She interrupted. "Can we talk about that later?" Jake could only stare as she walked up to him with her hands again held behind her, her chest arced out.

"Uh. . . . I really think we-" he started again.

"Tell you what," Becky said coyly, "Just one hug, and one kiss first, ok?" She smiled sweetly, leaning in.

They embraced, Jake giving in gently kissing, Jake's hands on Becky's waist. Becky put her plan in action. 

As they kissed, she covered his hands with hers and slid them down her buttocks. Suddenly Jake started kissing her more passionately and she knew it was working.

Becky was wearing a pair of thigh-high stockings underneath her skirt which went all the way up her legs to within inches of her panties. She knew Jake could feel them, knowing she wasn't wearing pantyhose, and as she hoped, had reacted with excitement.

She quickly pulled away. "So what did you want to talk about?" 

Jake stood there, looking at Becky's legs, his erection growing as he wondered what was under her skirt. "Uhh. .. " was all he could manage.

"Maybe we can talk in here," she said, taking his hand and leading him down the hall to her bedroom. He was mesmerized by the swishing of her skirt and the glimpses of her legs as she walked in front of him. As she opened the door, he reached out for her but ready for this, she quickly stepped back out of his reach and gestured to the bed. "Why don't you sit over there?"

Without his eyes leaving her, Jake sat down on the bed where Becky gestured, a few pillows propped up on the headboard behind his back. "Ok Jake, go on."

"Well, what I was saying. . "

"Wait!" She interrupted, stepping towards him. "You have to take your shoes off if you're going to be on my bed!" She grabbed his legs, and angled them off the bed. Kneeling down with her legs together, she started unlacing his shoes. She could feel Jake's stare at her stocking covered knees, knew in this position her skirt had climbed up just a bit on her legs. 

When she returned his legs to the bed, she was pleased to notice that Jake was breathing a bit more heavily now, and a definite bulge was forming in his lap.

"That's better! Now you can continue!" But Jake seemed to have his mind elsewhere as he continued staring at Becky's legs. "Jake? Are you staring at me?"

"Oh, sorry." He looked up smiling sheepishly.

"That's ok," she said reassuringly, putting her hand on his forearm. Jake reached over wit his other hand and Becky stepped back. "So what are you looking at?" Jake looked like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. "Are you wondering what panties I'm wearing today?" Jake's heart rate seemed to double as he nodded his head. Becky seemed to consider this for a moment. "Tell you what? Do you want to feel them?" Jake nodded his head again, much more vigorously this time.

"Ok, but then I get to. . . " she looked him over. "Take off your socks!" Jake sat up reaching for his feet. "No!" she said, pushing him back down. "I get to do it!"

Becky slowly pushed up his jeans at the bottom and pulled his socks off, one at a time. Jake couldn't take his eyes off her. She threw them on the floor and slowly walked up next to him.

"Now it's your turn" Jake lifted his hand and lowered it next to the bed beside him. As he brought it up however, Becky grabbed his wrist. "Not there. . . . Here." She guided his hand to her backside, but over her skirt. Jake immediately traced the edge of her panties as they arced over her buttock, felt the gap underneath before tracing the top of her thigh-high stockings.

Becky looked down at Jakes face, rapt with concentration, trying to see through her thin skirt with his fingers. Jake's other hand raised, reaching for her.

Again Becky stepped back. "No, Jake, that wasn't the deal!" She scolded. He looked up at her imploringly. "Do you want to feel me there, underneath?"

"Yes!" He croaked out, clearing his throat.

"Ok, then I get. . . " she put a finger to her mouth, her brow furrowed in concentration, "your shirt!." Becky grabbed the hem of his shirt and slid it upwards, pulling it over his head. As she stepped back to put the shirt down, Jake's hand was already stretched out to her. 

Becky stepped back beside Jake and immediately his hand was under her skirt, caressing her bottom, tracing the edges of her panties, sliding over her legs and over the flesh between her panties and thigh highs. But once his hand reached between her legs and began sliding upwards, Becky clenched her thighs together. "Jake! Do you want me to stop?" He shook his head no, his hand frozen in place. "Ok, then." Becky relaxed her thighs, and Jake's hand retreated, massaging only her buttocks and legs once again.

She could see Jake' erection, his hips tilting from side to side, wondering if he was trying to stimulate himself as he touched her. And she could feel her own arousal, the gentle caresses under her skirt, the power she was enjoying, and Becky wondered if Jake could feel the heat she knew was now pouring out between her legs. 

Once again, Jake raised his other hand to her, but she caught his wrist. "Not yet Jake." She noticed the huskiness in her voice, hoping he didn't know how aroused she was getting. Jake then attempted to guide her hand to his crotch, to have her touch him, but she let go. Frustrated he pulled her closer to him with his right arm still on her buttocks, closed his eyes and rested his hand in his lap, gently pressing down.

"Jake!" Becky stepped away again. "Hands at your sides!" She was really starting to enjoy herself. 

"Becky. . ., please . ." He looked at her pleadingly. "Please . . .touch me."

Becky smiled, her heart racing. "Ok Jake. But first. . . " She reached over and unsnapped his pants. Jake uttered a moan, arching his body up as Becky slid down his zipper, feeling the throbbing of his penis under her touch. She went to the bottom of the bed and pulled off his pants, pulling Jake down into a prone position in the process.

She looked up at his muscular body, his chest heaving with his quickened breaths. And through his blue boxer shorts she saw the huge bulge of his penis, laying on his body, pointing straight towards his navel.

Becky walked back beside him, put one knee on the bed, and swung the other over him, straddling him just above his knees. She was careful to keep her skirt down, giving Jake no free looks. She leaned over towards him, and scooted her body up, her skirt now covering both of their hips. Becky was careful to keep her body off his enough to ensure they weren't touching.

Jake watched Becky climb on top of him, straining for a look at what he knew she was wearing. And when she perched on top of him, her legs spread, her panty covered crotch just inches from his throbbing erection, he couldn't help but arch himself upwards, straining to grind himself into her. 

But Becky was careful. "Jake, don't move like that, or I'll stop." Jake nodded quickly, and although he stopped his thrusting, Becky could still feel him squirming beneath her. 

Ever so slowly she lowered her body until she could feel his penis touch her through their two layers of fabric. Becky inhaled quickly, before recomposing herself, and pulling away from Jake's renewed efforts. 

Slowly she pressed down again, sliding ever so slowly up and down across his penis. And as good as it was feeling, as much as she enjoyed the moans now coming from Jake, she forced herself to break contact again.

"Jake, do you want to see what I'm wearing?" Jake, still contorting beneath her nodded once again. 

Careful not to touch him, she slid back down, and straddling his ankles, pulled down and removed his boxers, causing his penis to momentarily stand up before slapping back down on his stomach.

Still straddling him, Becky slid up his body, and as she passed over his hips let her panty covered crotch slide lightly over his naked penis. Jake moaned again, trying to follow her with his hips as she moved up, now straddling his chest. 

Becky reached down and slowly lifted her skirt, Jake moaning once again, as the tops of her white thigh highs came into view, the strips of skin, and then her white cotton panties, all within inches of his face. 

"Please, Becky . . .please." 

"Yes, Jake," the words almost stuck in her mouth, her excitement getting the best of her.

"Let me kiss you. . " Jake strained his head towards her.

Becky slowly brought her hips forward, and with her hands on the wall behind him, lowered herself onto his lips.

Jake kissed and licked and sucked greedily on Becky's panties, as if trying to eat his way through the cotton to find the treasure within. 

Becky tried keeping a distance from Jake, tried to continue with the teasing, but it felt too good, and soon found herself grinding into his face, directing her most sensitive parts to his waiting lips. Just as Becky was about to lose herself she stopped, and leaned back, sitting on his chest, Jakes eyes directly on the wet spot between her legs, soaked with a mixture of his saliva and her juices.

She slid down his body again, careful to just graze his penis, and settled down, straddling his left leg, her face above his penis. Becky gently kissed the front of his erection, eliciting a long moan from Jake. She than began lightly licking the sides, delighting in his moans, and attempts to press himself harder against her tongue. 

Becky lowered herself onto his leg, her panties pressed against his shin, and slowly started rubbing herself against him while gently rubbing her tongue, her cheek, her hair against Jake's penis, always careful not to stimulate him too strongly. She started increasing her pressure, feeling her own orgasm building.

"Jake," she mumbled into his penis. "Oh Jake!," she ground her self into him, her clitoris rubbing his leg through her soaked panties.

"Jake, ohhhhhh, Jake. . . " with a final thrust of her hips, Becky climaxed against him, burying her face in his hip, his pulsing erection inches from her face.

But Becky was careful not to touch Jake during her orgasm, and looked up dreamily and saw his tortured face, his body bucking beneath her, attempting to rub himself against her.

She smiled and sat up, taking him loosely in her hand. "Becky, oh Becky. . " He said urgently, his hips pumping wildly.

She smiled, opened her mouth and slowly lowered it around the tip of his erection. 

Jake almost fainted right there, looking down at his beautiful Becky, his penis sliding in and out of her mouth. He grabber her leg, and pulled towards him, turning her body. He reached between her legs, his finger nestled on her damp panties, seeking to pleasure her once more. . . .

"Uhhhhhhhhh, Becky!!" His body arched as he orgasmed, ejaculating forcefully into her mouth.

Becky quickly swallowed, delighting in the pleasure she knew she just gave to Jake, proud of herself for what amounted to her first seduction.

Jake collapsed back in bed, pulling Becky up to him to lie on his chest.

"Becky. . . ." he murmured. "My Becky. . . ."

*

Epilogue.

Although he wasn't much of a cook, Jake thought his lasagna came out pretty well. Becky said it was wonderful, but he wasn't sure if she'd complain if there was anything wrong with it.

After last weekend, they agreed to call off the tutoring sessions, and start seeing each other under more traditional circumstances. Jake cooked dinner and Becky drove to his house (perhaps they'd wait before telling her mom).

So here they were on a real date, flowers on the table, music playing softly. And even though Becky told him to bring condoms, and even though he could hardly wait to be naked with this beautiful woman, he could help but wonder what Becky was wearing underneath that black dress, hoping for just that one look. . . .

JJ