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Pulling away from Glenna was NOT easy. We finally ate, standing up over the counter, our hips in contact the entire time – fair dinner, GREA T MOMENT ... I had to restrain myself from pulling off that T-Shirt she had put on, once we had decided we must get out of Bed. I was so glad the garment wasn't "HIS". We'd eat a little, talk a little ... and every damn time I turned to her, I could see the shape and nipples of her tits thru the thin cotton. I really had a ball with our exchanges, for I would either lightly bump her head with mine, or she'd push her forehead into my shoulder, and we'd just laugh and talk CRAP ... we finished a plate of dinner apiece, then worked our way out into the screened-in back porch – as I was supposed to be on my way HOME. It was totally dark out there, and it gave me the chance to pull her towards me as I sat down awkwardly in one of the "new" chairs. She plopped in my lap, giving us both a laugh ... then I watched as she tucked her knees up under the shirt, stretching it to a new, expanded shape. We talked, we kissed, we talked, and then we kissed harder. I reminded her that we were in this same spot as about two hours earlier ... then she gave a lame apology for giving herself – no, PUSHING herself on this "innocent Teenage Boy". I countered that with, "so, was that crossing your mind when I was EATING your PUSSY and making you CUM?"​ ... that language and that question earned me a huge embrace, with her saying "just please promise me you'll do it again". To which I said, "yes, and next time, I'll do it BETTER".

I finally staggered (it seemed) across the street. It was getting late, but there SHE was, right in place, watching TV and waiting for the opportunity to confront me ... I knew what was coming, so I pulled out the $10 – anyone remember that? I'm thankful I DID – and said, "I got paid, and got a little bonus, too". Unimpressed, she pointed toward the Jar on the kitchen counter... "tomorrow is Grocery day" ... that was it ... no goodnight, no what happened at school today, no nothing ... I showered, glanced all of five minutes at the schoolbooks, and hit the mattress. I think I may have stayed awake 40-45 minutes, reveling in my adventure across the street. In my wildest dreams, I had hoped to get to see this beautiful woman's body ... someway, somehow, someday. Now, I'd made a new "acquaintance", who was wondering out loud how soon I would EAT HER and FUCK HER again. Exhaustion kicked in, and this boy was OUT.

The Bus was my unofficial "think tank" ( a term that would not be used for maybe another 40 years! HAAA! )

It struck me on the way to school the very next morning, that the focus in my life had shifted to my education with Girls & Women, and little else. It was a blessing that I could go to this campus five days per week, skate thru all the proceedings, turn in a decent report card at home ... and basically assume a "take that" attitude with anyone who BEGGED on me ... YO!

There were no weekend highlights ... just a few impromptu minutes with Barb at the fence. She asked me if I wanted "more of Sung" ... before I could answer, she said "because we've been talking very close, and a lot during our classes, and she's mentioned our afternoon together more than once" ... I reacted with a favorable look that was intended to give Barb the go-ahead for another adventure, if possible. She shared that she was aiming for next Saturday, with both of us giving our lame, out-of-touch parents the story that we needed to help a friend "move" that day. I nodded in agreement – she had proved herself to be an incredible planner at age 20, so I let the Girl lead the way, without any questions. When we parted, I held up three fingers – basically asking if we would all three be together again, same as that introductory session. I got a smile, which was good by me. Then I spent a few free moments the rest of the weekend, trying to picture what it could be like for the two of us to "attack" this Korean beauty a second time. I kept thinking of the sports term ... no holds barred.

I did see Bev at school on Monday, and she got me aside to ask how I was doing – then, DID I realize that it had been days since we'd been naked and touching each other. I thought of her new aggressive style, so THAT little meeting DID get my attention, and I promised to get with her...

Then, a new revelation ... in moving from class to class & room to room, I would run into over 100 different classmates every day. Most came and went, others I'd talk to, and then of course I would likely be or become friends with maybe 6-10 that I could "jive" with. I did notice a couple of days later, this 8th grade guy who was always dressed in the latest styles ... he had the madras & seersucker shirts, and, the bass weejuns – making me know that the alpaca sweaters were coming next in his "Fall Line" – the guy basically sported all the trends. Between classes for the longest time, we had said hi/see ya, but little else. So I went up to him to introduce myself, just aiming to kill some time. He was "Nicky", and was darker skinned than the other white guys, with a haircut like the ancient Romans had – short cropped, but with curls at the edges, where others had bangs. Then something struck me as we made small talk ( you know, the standard "do you like her?" & "I hate that Math Teacher" crap ). I recollected a "nicky" a street over from my house, who also had darker skin, like this guy. So I put my thoughts together, and said innocently "Do you ever go by nico?" He straightened up and said "I hate that fucking name, where did you get it" (as if someone had sent me to tease him) ... I held up both hands, saying "Look, I'm talking about a little 4-5 year old" ... to which he said "that's my little Cousin ... over in that neighborhood down from the TV station, right?" I froze a little, then nodded at what he just said. So then I offered respectfully "so your background is ... Greek"? He gave a disgusted YES look – as if to also say "yeah, you wanna fight about it"?. So then I made up some little gibberish about "small world". He was still staring back at me, so I continued "so that lady Joann is your -- "Aunt", was his answer ... but again, he seemed combative about what I was asking.

The look on his face told me I'd better explain myself ... I went on with "Nah, I met her once, she lives on the next street over from me, and I was out recruiting lawn mowing jobs ... you know" ... He calmed down, and then I asked, "what's the bad attitude about"? He said, "OK, anytime someone says that name or brings up my family, I just get pissed. My parents aren't too bad, but my grandparents rule over all of the younger family, and constantly tell us what to do, what to say, how to feel ... it's all a bunch of bullshit, if you ask me. They just want to BEG on all of us, and threaten to take us out of their WILL, if we don't do exactly what they say" (I was amused that he used BEG, one of my favorites) I said, "same people that live next door to your Aunt?" He said, "yeah, in the house that looks like a fortress, and it's different than every other house in the whole fucking neighborhood." ... I slowly offered, "Man, you got a real AX to grind with these people" ... to which he said, "they make my Aunt's life miserable, because she just chooses to be by herself – and didn't marry the guy they tried to pair her up with years ago." I said, "Geez, there's the problem – sorry I brought it up." (but within, I told myself, I'm gonna talk to this guy again, and find out some stuff about Joann) I didn't particularly like his sorry attitude – or the fact that he reeked of cigarette smoke, but even though this Nicky was not exactly friend material, that had nothing to do with the fact that I thought his Aunt was really "tough" ( a teenage, 60's word, meaning Hot & Sexy ).

So Tuesday rolled around, and I managed to catch a glimpse of Barb going for the car, ready to bolt. She stopped just for an instant, saying "I'm working on that project", and "Oh, my sister wants to talk to you." So I watched this sexy thing pull away, then half-layed on the grass, thinking maybe there, I'd attract Bev's attention. Just a few minutes later, their back door eased open, and out came the young starlet, who was now becoming quite the sexy young teen. She strode up the hill, and dropped into a "ground" position on the other side of the fence, to talk to me. She said, "seems like you're working some on the street"... "Yeah" I agreed, and pointed back to my house, saying "gotta make some cash so I can stay here" We both grinned at that one. She said "do you have any time? I really miss... " Knowing where she was headed, I stopped her with "Hey, tomorrow ... in there ... soon as we can" That got a smile from her ... but then I added, "on one condition -- we must waste NO time at all. Only wear two pieces of clothing, total". She rolled her eyes, then nodded. I owned up, too... "I'll do the same, it's only fair" The Girl jumped to her feet, and skipped (yes, I mean skipped) down the short hill, then up the steps, then turned for one quick smile, before disappearing inside.

On Wednesday, we had one of those "assemblies" at school – the good news, it got me out of "science" class ... the bad news, we had another totally BORING speaker, who told us how WE could make a difference in our City ... ughhhh. After that came lunch, and then it was not long before the Bus! I booked as quick as I could, ran inside the house, changed into my two pieces, NO LESS ... then bolted back out to enter the basement. I had pulled the door behind me, but got a couple of light knocks at the same exact time that it closed. I pushed it back open, a very cooly dressed Bev took it from me, and shut it and locked it behind her. The position she turned around with put her tits right at eye level for me, for she hadn't taken that first step down. She smiled, and started to put her arms around my neck, but I stopped her,, and said, looking into her eyes, "UNH UNH, let me do everything" Her top came off in less than two seconds, giving me the perfect chance to put my mouth on each of her tits, left, right, left, right. She was able to wedge in a couple of kisses on the side of my face, but I took such complete control, she finally just let her arms rest on my shoulders, while I really went to work on her rack. Getting an immediate series of moans, I reached down and pulled at her shorts, and was thrilled when I saw NO PANTIES, just her BUSH. I took a quick look a little lower, then couldn't stop myself from saying ALRIGHT when I spotted NO SHOES. She proclaimed "twoooo pieces!" and I was ready to take her, standing right there.

But, I picked her up and carried her to the lounge ... slipping in an "I SEE You", and getting a little-girl giggle out of her. When I lay her down gently, she immediately extended her arms over her head, and that beautiful long brown hair fell across the lounge, making her look so damn desirable. I was out of my shirt, then shorts in quick order, but when I turned to toss them aside, I heard a "thank youuuu" from below ... by the time I turned back, she had taken my Dick in her mouth, and went from sucking to licking my balls, and then back, and then down, and then back. It was really, really exciting ... I let her continue, for I could hear her little moans, making me believe she'd planned this out. It darted thru my spinning head that each of the four Girls I'd been with had their own approach to intimacy – and every one of those approaches was GREAT. Then when she looked up and caught me staring straight up, she gripped my Dick tightly, as if to get my attention, and said, "FUCK ME but EAT ME FIRST" ... now THAT was easy to do... ! I knelt down on the near side of the lounge, putting her legs up over my shoulders. But Bev countered by bring each of her feet back, to put them on my shoulders ... giving me a much better view of her pussy ... even though I cannot be sure, I could have SWORN she had come there with more bush than I remembered from a few days ago.

I celebrated my new discovery (?) by spending extra time kissing and licking this padded mound around her little slit, all the while talking to her... "miss me?"... "how bad do you want to CUM?"... "so you're ready to fuck, huh baby?" were a few of the playful things I said to her. Guess she wanted to proceed, because she put both hands around my head, grabbed some hair, and pulled me more into her wet spot, now putting out a lot of HEAT. She would boost herself every few seconds, lifting her butt off the lounge, and making my suck target go up and down. That was exciting as hell – this Girl had learned how to use my tongue and fingers to maneuver and please herself ... I didn't want to play around anymore, so I stuck my stiff tongue as deep in her as I could. A few thrusts like that, and she was beginning to shake and moan with each breath out, AND with each breath IN. She told me she wanted to give the same thing to me, providing me the chance to get us both on our sides, in perfect 69 position. This even exchange was (and is to this day) SO great, for when one of us reacted with loud pleasure, the other would just increase the action – making the former lay the wood (in this case, the TONGUE), that much harder. Each person reacting, then delivering more to the other person – DAMN!

I felt the cum rising slowly in my Dick, so solid was the lock she had on me ... I said "let's go for it Baby", immediately putting extra tongue inside her, and working her little clit. When her hip thrusts starting getting wilder, and out of control, I could feel her jockeying my dick around in her mouth, to get the fire burning inside her into a full flame. I took a big chance, grabbed her torso with both hands, and said "Be perfectly Still, DON'T MOVE!" Luckily, the plan worked to perfection, for we immediately shot warm liquid into each others' mouths at near exactly the same moment. Then neither of us could stop trying to please each other. We had been in the best possible formation to shoot into each other, then collapse in the lounge with pleasure. I got a final OHHHHHH from Bev, and then we both ran out of energy. Bev regained her's first, and reversed her body to get her face up to mine, and give out a biggg huggg.

After a bit, she volunteered "Barb is really busy at school, she's spending way less time at home ... every nite she's back at the house for dinner, then we either study apart or in our room, and go to bed and almost every time we don't talk a lot, we just fall asleep together ... I said, "the two of you are in bed with your arms around each other when you fall asleep? – isn't that putting you in a bad spot, maybe to be found and have to explain?" Bev said "no, my parents are so wrapped up in that baby coming, they just stir around in our house, and mostly ignore us ... so once we close the door, that's it, until we open it the next morning ... we just tune them out." She was not happy to say that, and I didn't know the words to try to lift her spirits. So we just clutched each other, and decided we were happy talking about school, other "kids", her girl friends, and other current goings on. Funny, we had been talking earlier about this "hard fuck", but after spending all that energy to suck each other and cum together, we had more or less gotten the emotional lift we needed, already. It still felt terrific to have this shapely, sexy young girl in my arms, hugging me back. We finished our time together with a series of small little kisses and nibbles, laughing in each others' faces. We each got on our "two pieces of clothing", checked outside to see that the coast was clear, then got out of there and went to our houses, still awhile before the adults showed.

Now my main goal was to see this "Nicky" at class, and pump him for info on his Aunt Joann. I had this great desire to learn as much as I could about her, then see just how I could use that info. I went up to him, but he only glanced at me sideways. I didn't get too close, for I didn't want to get that "cigarette smell" on me. "Hey man, I've been thinking about what you said about your grandparents ... how can they rule your life – this is America, not Ancient Greece." That got a grin out of him. So, I moved on, "What about your Aunt, she lives RIGHT BESIDE them?" He started explaining, "well, there's little-Nicky their grandson ... dote over him, and really don't give his Mom the time of day. They think she screwed them when little-Nicky was born. " I must have had a curious look on my face, for he went on. "The deal is, she wouldn't marry little-Nicky's dad, even though it was a made-up arrangement between the two Greek families ... get it?" I nodded, then he added, "so they bought her the house, they pay all her bills, refuse to let her get a job, give her some cash every month, and in turn, think they can rule her life." I reacted with "Damn, that's not right ... does-s-s she get to date?" He gave me a look of disgust, saying "Hell if I know, but I DOUBT IT, man ... if it's not a Greek guy they pick, she's shit out of luck, I guess." That was enough for me ... so I found an excuse – I had to get to class (that one always works, HA!)

Joann had said for me to plan on doing the lawn & her car, so I went by her place to confirm the date. I looked at the "fortress" that my new "buddy" at school had done all but "condemn" in his description. When I went to Joann's, the parent's place looked as cold as usual. I got her to the door, and we started talking about "when" ... Figuring out loud that I had about 5-6 hours of work ahead of me, I first kicked around Saturday – but then remembered to keep that day open, for Barb and I might be helping Sung with "her move" – in other words, Fucking her Brains Out. Joann broke up my little daydream, saying "too much work to do in one afternoon?" I told her NO, let me do it, and if I ran into dark, I'd come back for the rest on the very next day. The conversation was focused on the jobs, so we agreed on Friday afternoon at 3:30ish. And "nico"/ "little-Nicky" was nowhere to be seen.

I had lots of thoughts over the next day about Glenna, and wondered what was running through her mind since I left her that night. Would see continue to look forward to a next time together, and would that next meeting be as sex-charged as the first? ... or ... would she come to her senses, realize she was a married woman, and decide that special evening had been a big mistake?

So then it was Friday, and time to trip over to Joann's. With one hand on the bike's handlebar, and the other hand stretched backward to pull the lawnmower behind me, I made the slow, shaky trip around the block. I was gassed up and ready to go, even after the tough climb up her hill. I knocked on her front door to say "HI" first. When she came, she was very pleasant and upbeat ... I said "it's awfully quiet on the block, has everybody booked out of here for the weekend?" She answered, "I can only speak for my crew ... my Nicky is at big-Nicky's house for the weekend, and my parents are visiting other family members in Virginia" "BIG NICKY"?!? I eagerly (maybe too eagerly) said, "looks like they all left you alone, huh?" She assured me she had plenty to do, and would focus on her artwork and working around the house all weekend.

Pretty soon I was hard at it, mowing up a storm in her back, then in her front yard. It was a snap job – no trees or bushes to work around, it was just a matter of point A to point B. I finished my mowing, and checked both yards to admire my work. Joann had told me I could use the hose outside, and get my washing bucket and soap, etc. from the corner of the back porch. I sat down for a second on the back porch, but then got back to it in about 5 minutes. Washing the car was easy money, and I knocked that out in short order. When I was getting ready to rinse it off and splash away all the soapy water, I looked up to the window above the driveway. Joann was peering out and gave a friendly wave ... I returned that, and started rinsing. In about 30 minutes I had the small black car looking good. After I put everything away neatly, I walked all the way around the house, and got near the front door. I thought I heard water running inside, and then noticed the door was not fully shut. It was sitting open, maybe 5-6 inches. I just stood there, not knowing what to do next – I was more thinking about picking up some cash, than anything else. When I made a step towards the door, getting ready to knock, I noticed the water running had stopped. I looked thru the open part, and threw out a "Joann... ?" There was no answer, so I just stood there. I turned around toward the empty street, and stretched a little. In a few more moments, I leaned back in the general direction of the door, giving another "Joann ... JOANN?"

I was about ready to give up on her, when I just figured -- open the storm door, push the door open a little more, stick my head in and give her a shout, and she's bound to come up front. I gave myself a sort of "aw, what the hell, one more try" pep talk, then with a final knock, put the storm door on my back, then shoved the main door open another 6 inches or so, and looked up – and CHOKED on my words ... Here, coming across the living room floor to answer the door, was a walking, fully naked woman, whipping a robe around her body, knowing she'd be covered up by the time she reached the door. About 15 feet before she got there, she looked up and matched the look of HORROR I had on my face. She appeared to come to a stop, but I was already stumbling back and trying to catch my feet, yet more trying to get out of her sight. It was WAYYY too late to "vanish", or recover. What the FUCK?!?

The door was slammed shut in front of me, and though I was bent on keeping my balance and NOT falling down on the concrete – or worse, down three hard steps, I heard that SLAM without actually getting my eyes up to see it. I heard movement inside her house as I sat/lay there dumbfounded on her top step. I had no idea whether I should just sit there and see what would happen, or jump on my bike and get the FUCK down the street.

There was NO way I could possibly face her and explain myself ... how could I have been so stupid and clumsy??? I booked out the driveway like a scared little kid. It felt good just to jump on my bike and get away from her, but then as I rounded the corner to get home and lock the door behind me and wait for the worst, one word came to mind ... LAWNMOWER. I had left it behind, in my stupor. I stopped my bike halfway down the straightaway and just sat on the curb, trying to figure out what the hell I should do next... "can't just leave it there" was followed by "can't go back there and take the chance of facing her". Neither was a good choice, but I finally decided I must go back and try to get it and get back to the street, then just disappear.

It was the hardest thing to work back up that hill, with the GUILT adding "50 pounds" on my shoulders. Suddenly JoAnn's house looked as cold and intimidating as her evil parents'. I sheepishly stopped at the curb ... then gagged when I looked all the way down the damn driveway, and THERE, on the far side of her sparkling car, was the FUCKING LAWNMOWER, right where I had left it. So after THAT PANIC, I took a second to get my thoughts in order (feeling all the while that every family on the FUCKING BLOCK was looking out their front windows at this PERVERT, who goes in people's houses, uninvited) I swallowed my fear long enough to make a plan ... I would leave my Bike about 15 feet onto the driveway, creep back there, slowly pull the lawnmower back with me, retracing my steps, and ease down the hill ... then, of course, face whatever consequences that followed.

After a deep breath, I moved forward carefully, eased alongside the house, kind of hugging it as I went. Then I was within an arm's length of the kitchen (?) window, facing the driveway – yep, the same window Joann was standing at earlier, when she waved out to me – you know, back when life was normal... ?? So I ducked down as far as I could, went the extra 12-15 feet, grabbed the lawnmower and pulled it behind me, ever so quietly, in the direction of the street. As I got directly under the window, I was startled by a hard KNOCK on the glass, from inside. My knees shook, and I did everything but sprawl forward on my face. NOW WHAT? I gathered myself and went the extra 60-70 feet, getting even with the walkway going up to her front porch, and JUST KEPT MOVING ... then a voice called out to me from a distance, "I need to pay you" ... so I figured I might as well get the money, and say whatever I could, before getting the hell out of her sight. I slowly moved up the steps, then I heard from inside... "door's open" THIS was turning into a HORROR SHOW. I gently took the storm door open with shaking hands, then with fingertips, pushed the wooden door open enough, I thought, to reach out and have bills put in my hand. She was NOT at the door, but she said, "Come on in, it's OK..."

When I finally got one full step onto her carpet, and slowly brought my eyes up from it, here was Joann, seated in one of the old school high chairs across the room, in that SAME WHITE ROBE, that she was so painstakingly trying to get around herself as she came to her door, seemingly ONE HOUR EARLIER. I could look no higher, so I just stood there. "You know, I still have to pay you..." But I came back with, "can we just call it even, and can I go?" "What's your hurry, you finished early" came from across the room. I gestured and said "look Joann (for I couldn't recall her last name, in an effort to be more respectful), I screwed up big time, I had no right to step into your house, and then..." She returned with, "well, I did crack the door open to get a little breeze going in here – you know, otherwise I would have had to turn on the AIR" Since I was sweating bullets, I could identify with what she was saying. So finally I just raised my head, and said "I'm so sorry, what do you want me to do – c-can I just GO? Are you going to tell my Mom about this stupid thing?" She paused and said, "why don't you sit down for a second, and let's just talk about it, will that work for you?" Without saying a word, I sat barely on the edge of the chair farthest away from her. I raised my head a little, but bent back down immediately. She said, "sit back and relax, it was just an accident..." So I eased back in the chair, looked at her blankly, and I guess I was relieved that I didn't see a gun or a knife on the little lamp table beside her. "I, I wish I could take it back, Joann, because I respect you and you hired me to do a job and then I was stupid and blew everything. I really do like you as a person, butttt..." Then after a longer silence, she offered that she thought I was a good person, and besides, she was someone who spent a lot of time alone in the house, and would sometimes just do housework in a t-shirt – "it's a little bit my fault too, because I let my guard down" I immediately came back with, "I'm not a threat, I'm not a danger to you, please know that" ... Then, of all things, she just smiled ... Huh? She picked up the ball, and said, "but you saw all of me, right?" I did a totally guilt-ridden nod. "So let's just forget about it, OK?" I couldn't form any words at that point. "Let me get you some money... " she said as she disappeared down the hallway. The next thing I heard was "$15 do it?" I told her that it was $5 over (faintly considering that if I took it, I could drop $10 in that damn jar, and keep $5 for myself) ... she said, "well, we went through a tough situation there, but let's just put it behind us – the yard looks great" ... I settled in nervous relaxation, and stumbled through a normally simple word to pronounce: "REALLY?"

She immediately changed the subject... "come take a look at my art, I've been working on it a lot since you first looked at it " ... and since she was still leaning on the wall leading down the hallway, she turned in that next doorway, making me have to walk across to follow her to the easels. She started talking about her paintings even before I got back within sight of her, but I made sure that when I stepped through the doorway, I had both hands firmly deep in my front pockets. I was a little humped over ... she picked up on that, laughed a little, and said, "Dave, you're like 6 feet tall, stand straight up! ... my parents would look at you and accuse you of something if they saw you like this" ... So I did what I was told, and spent the next 4-5 minutes looking over her shoulder, while she pointed out the fine details of some pretty good painting.

The small frame holding the portrait of her "little-Nicky" came first, then she described the additions she had made to the other two works. Then when she turned around, maybe to see if I was paying ANY attention, she gave me an up-n-down, and said... "YOU got a little dirty out there, and really sweaty" ... I did manage a slight smile, and said "the sweaty part came when..." She put a hand on my arm, and said "forget about it"... "do you want to take a bath, you look like you need to relax ... what do they say ... take a load off? " I said, "HERE? " She walked out that of that room, and turned immediately into the room where she had cleaned that paint off my nose a few days before... "remember this? Also, I just took my bath a few minutes ago, and it felt great." I was basically frozen stiff, then she took a giant step over to the bathtub, and turned on the water ... then she tested it... "OK, still a lot of hot water left ... just get in and relax" The bathroom was still fairly warm and the mirror had streaks on it, from the steam from her bath. "Uhhh", was all I could get out... "So just get out of those clothes, get in there and soak a little, maybe that will help you feel better" She turned, walked away, and shut the door behind her. Funny, the room seemed immediately twice the normal size, with me all alone, standing in the middle of the floor. So I figured, What the hell, I told my Mom where I was going to be, and that I had two jobs to do, so I would be late for dinner. It actually came down to my choice of getting in the tub and letting some time pass, rather than talk to her face-to-face, and maybe make things worse. I was still scared shitless...