Shit, I can fuck and talk at the same time. Bethany left me unsatisfied, but the urge to fuck Jennifer is so strong when I look at her. The lost look in her eyes is almost as enticing as the curves of her tight little body.
“Let me see what we have,” I say as she follows me to the kitchen.
Usually if one of Mom’s friends came over, I would run upstairs and put on some pants. But I love the way that Jennifer’s eyes are darting up and down my chest. It is almost as if she loves the fact that I have no clothes on apart from my boxers and I wonder if she wishes that she could see my cock.
And as I glance to see what she’s looking at, I notice that her eyes are fixed on my ass. She does like what she sees. As I stop, she bumps into me. I can tell that she’s embarrassed. I should pretend that it’s an accident, but I love teasing her. She may be older, but she acts so naively as if she’s never been touched. She had Daniel, so there’s no way that she’s still a virgin. Maybe it was the one time? If Tom was gay, then I doubt that they had an active sex life. Shit, I doubt she’s ever been properly fucked.
“Sorry, I should watch where I’m going,” she says as she touches me and then pulls her hand back as if my body is a bar of electricity.
I smirk. “No worries. I haven’t been in the kitchen since I got back from college so I don’t know what we have. What would you like to drink?”
She shakes her head. “Oh, water. Whatever.”
“Come on. You must want something?” I ask as I turn around and this time she stops in time.
She’s watching her step, probably still thinking about the way that she bumped into me only a few minutes ago.
“Jason, I should go.”
“To do what?”
She opens her mouth and then closes it again. It’s clear that my question hit a nerve. She has no place to go. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be looking for my mom for some girl talk. She doesn’t work. No babies to look after. There’s no place she has to go, and she knows it as much as I do.
“I need to…”
She’s searching for the words, so I put her mind at rest.
“I’ll get you some water. You can sit down and keep me company.”
She chuckles, “Now that Bethany’s left, you need company? But by the look of things, you told her to go. She didn’t want to.”
I clear my throat, a little trick that I learned from Coach. He says whenever we get asked awkward questions, and we can’t think of the answer, just clear our throats to buy some time.
“Because you were outside and you looked as if you could do with someone to talk to.”
She nods as she avoids my eye contact.
I decide to head to the fridge and get her something to drink. Maybe a beer. Mom never used to keep alcohol in the house, but as I got older, she started changing things around. I knew one thing for sure, Jennifer looks as if she needs something stronger than water.
I hand her the bottle; she hesitates at first and then I wonder if I should I be handing her a bottle or should I be pouring it into a glass?
She answers the question that’s flowing through my mind as she stretches out her hand and gently touches mine. Fuck! Her fingers are so delicate. I get a hard-on just gently touching them and imagining them running all over my body.
“You’re too hot to not relax some,” I tell her, not wanting to her to be any bad kind of tense.
She nearly chokes as she takes a swing of the beer.
“Really? You’re such a charmer.”
I shake my head as I look into her eyes. I'm honest about her; she has so such much sex appeal going on and I don’t even think that she knows it.
“Seriously, those shorts and your hair tied up in a bun like that. It’s hot.”
She moves as I get closer toward her, but then she hits the counter and then she stops. She puts the bottle down and her voice trembles.
“Jason, you’re the same age as Daniel, we shouldn’t be talking like this.”
“Is he home?”