****** Rachel Tucker by Largo ******
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Rachel Tucker

"Oh my Gosh! YEAH! YEAH! ... UH! YESSSSSS!"

Bobby just lay there on his back, feeling the breeze on his sweat covered
chest. Finding his shirt beside him, he got up and put it on. He looked down at
his spent seed, his fertility wasted on the long bluegrass of Kentucky.

Starting his short walk home, Bobby thought about how much he loved
masturbating outside. He loved the freedom, and just the slight possibility of
being caught. It really added something. And he needed to get off his rocks at
least once a day, because he couldn't stop thinking of Rachel. She was hot as
hell!

Bobby lived with just his mom in a small wooden house in eastern Kentucky. He
had an older brother, but he was at college in Louisville. Bobby had never met
his father. Really, he lived on a farm, but his mom was a teacher and so all
the open space was just his to roam.

Actually, now that he thought about it, he lived in a real Hicksville, and he
was pretty darn lucky to have a girl as pretty as Rachel in his school. There
were only twenty people in the school, and so they all learned in the same
room. Bobby's mother just walked around helping all the groups one at a time.
It wasn't the best school - Bobby knew that - but what did you really have to
learn anyway. Almost all the kids just took care of the farm after they passed
the GED. Bobby thought he might go to a city and work there. He knew that there
were lots of pretty girls in the city. Now within sight of home, Bobby ran his
fingers through his hair. He saw his mom on the porch. That meant he was late
for dinner. Oh well. He walked up to the porch and kissed his mom on the cheek.

"Hi Mom."

"Hey Bobby. Where've you been? You left half an hour ago and you knew I was
almost done with supper."

"I was just looking around, Mom."

"Looking around my foot. You know every inch of our land. Are you up to
something I don't know about?"

"Mom. It was just a nice day, and I wanted to take a walk."

"Well come in and eat. Rachel Tucker's coming over at seven and I want the
kitchen cleared before then."

Rachel was coming over to his house!? Why would she do that? Bobby got that
familiar stirring between his legs, and his penis was starting to rise, even
though he had jacked off just ten minutes ago.

"Ok, Mom," he tried to say calmly.

Bobby didn't pay attention to a thing he ate. And after dinner, he couldn't
concentrate on anything. He just sat on the back porch, with a semi-hard-on,
just dreaming of Rachel.

KNOCK KNOCK

Bobby jumped up. That was Rachel at the front door. He ran into his bedroom
because he was afraid for her to see him, but he wanted to hear everything that
happened. He waited, but his mom didn't answer the door.

KNOCK KNOCK

Then Bobby heard through the wall his mom and he shared, "Bobby, could you let
her in? I must've fallen asleep, but I'll be out in a minute."

Bobby stood frozen. Then he walked slowly to the door. There she was. She was
just standing kind of absent mindedly on the front porch, and he saw her
through the screen door. She was perfect. Her long red hair fell down her back,
and the sun made it look like it was on fire. He could also see the golden
light on her neck and arms. Her skin was tanned and beautiful. Her globe
breasts pushed out against her light blue tank-top, and her shorts, though
conservative, showed off her gorgeous legs.

As he walked to the door, she turned her head and saw him.

"Oh, hi Bobby," she said cheerfully.

"Hi, Rachel. Whatcha doin' here?"

"I guess I'm not doing to well on some of the math, so your mom said she would
help me out after school."

"Huh. Well come on in. My mom should be out in a minute."

"Ok. Thanks."

Bobby walked her into the kitchen, but he didn't know what to say. He was just
tongue-tied in front of Rachel. The silence was getting awkward.

"Thanks Champ!" Bobby's mom said as she brushed past his shoulder.

Bobby jumped.

"So, Rachel, are you ready?"

"Yes Ma'am."

Chapter 2

His mom must have tutored Rachel for an hour or so, but it was too short a time
for Bobby. He sat in the living room pretending to watch television, but he was
looking only at Rachel. He was mesmerized by how she ran her fingers through
her hair, and how she sort of wrinkled her nose when she couldn't figure out
the problem. And every time she scratched her leg or crossed her ankles, he
needed to adjust something too. He was fairly bursting out of his pants by the
time the tutor session was over.

"Ok. Thanks Mrs. Cummins."

"That's ok, Rachel. Anytime you need the extra help, just tell me, and you can
come on over."

"Ok. Bye Bobby," Rachel called into the next room.

"Uh. Bye." Bobby tried to sound nonchalant, but he just couldn't. He hoped that
Rachel didn't notice the lump in his throat, and in his pants.

A few seconds after Rachel left, Bobby ran out the door and just shouted to his
mom "I'm going fishing, but I'll be back soon."

"You didn't take your rod," she shouted after him.

"It's ok. I've got it out here." And he certainly did have a rod. He needed to
follow Rachel home for some reason.

He followed her all the way, but tried to stay off the road and near the trees
and darker shadows. He hoped Rachel didn't notice, but she looked back a few
times.

When she got home, Bobby raced to the wall of her house and heard Rachel say,
"I'm just tired. I'm going to bed after a short shower."

Then he heard her mom say, "Ok, honey. Sleep well."

"I will. Goodnight," Rachel answered.

Bobby got pretty lucky. From the sound of things, he was sitting right below
her bedroom window. He peeked in just as Rachel was walking out of her room in
a bathrobe. He ran to the bathroom window. Apparently Rachel's house was built
just like his house. He just wanted to catch a glimpse of her thigh or breast.
Unfortunately, she stepped into the shower with her bathrobe on and only took
it off after she was behind the curtain.

"Shit!" thought Bobby.

About ten minutes later, the shower turned off, and after Bobby saw Rachel grab
her robe when she was still in the shower, he knew he wouldn't see anything
there, so he ran back below her bedroom window. She came in and brushed her
hair slowly while she hummed. She went to her bed, and pulled her night-shirt
out from under her pillow. Bobby was praying he would see something here. Then,
he saw her walk back to her mirror and she had a mischievous grin. Suddenly,
she just tossed her night shirt on the floor, and took off her robe. OH SHIT!
Bobby thought. He hit the jackpot. She just stood there and he could see her
breasts perfectly in the mirror. They were even more beautiful than he had
imagined. They were just perfect and creamy, with rose-colored tits. WOW!
Bobby's hand was already stoking his crotch.

Rachel just stood there, in front of her mirror, and she played with her tits
until they were hard. Bobby was already as hard as he was going to get. And
then, Rachel just turned around and walked to bed.

Bobby's eyes were immediately drawn to her pussy. It was a perfect triangle
patch of hair and her cunt lips were soft and pouty. He even saw a couple
pearly drops of moisture on the hair. Would it still be wet from the shower, he
thought? He was too busy with other things to think about that, though.

But Rachel turned out the light and got into bed ... still naked! She pulled
the covers up to her stomach, and fell asleep, as beautiful in the moonlight as
a Greek goddess. Bobby couldn't help himself. He dropped his pants and started
stroking with all his might. He threw off his shirt. He wanted to be as naked
as she was.

Bobby pumped and pumped, but tried to stay quiet. His breathing was becoming
ragged, and Rachel stirred and made a noise, but he couldn't pull himself from
the window. Finally, he felt a tightness in his stomach, and with a soft (he
hoped) grunt, he spurted his seed right on the wall of Rachel's house, beneath
her window.

As he bent down to pull up his shorts and retrieve his shirt, a car drove up.
It must have been Rachel's father. Bobby ran home as fast as he could, hoping
Mr. Tucker didn't see him in his headlights. Rachel got up on her elbow and
looked out the window. She got out of bed, and put on her nightshirt. Then she
got back in bed, and fell asleep ... smiling.

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