Tuckered Out

She leaned back against the small kitchen counter as Tucker looked around the small attached, in-law style apartment.

"This apartment was my grandparents place when my parents owned the house. It's small, it's not close to your campus, so I hope you're into peace and quiet, and commuting."

He glanced at her, his look lingered, scrutinizing every detail of her face he could before making his regard awkward. He turned back towards the sitting room. It wasn't much more than a den really. She noticed he had been studying the windows and started turning this way and that as if trying to get his bearings.

"Is something wrong?"

He looked surprised. "No, no nothing is wrong I was just wondering which way this window faces." His voice was strained and he swallowed hard. "I paint, and draw and I like a lot of window light." He gave her another long look. She realized then that the looks were what she took them for, appraisals.

Jennifer never had trouble catching or holding the attention of a guy, not since she was a teenager, and due to taking good care of herself she could still turn heads. She wasn't doing much to sell the place on him and let it speak for itself.

"A few of the house rules; you can use the yard, invite friends over if you want, but keep it down to a dull roar. I'd appreciate a heads-up if you're going to have more than one or two." She gave him a stern look. "The parking spot in front of the garage is mine if I'm not in it, parking for you would be off to the other side. If you find yourself coming in very late, or early, depending on your point of view, keep quiet. I don't mind music but I like my walls not to shake with it unless it's my own playlist. The connecting door leads to a laundry room off my kitchen, which is kept locked. If you need access to do laundry when I'm home just let me know. I would task any tenant with occasional assistance with the maintenance, maybe a hand raking the leaves in the fall, or a little shoveling, though I have a guy that plows the driveway, he doesn't get out of the truck so the walkway and the mailbox area are up to me. There's room in the garage if you have stuff that you need to store, like a bike or something like that."

Tuck liked it, he liked it a lot actually and she wasn't asking a fortune, which it could very well go for if she'd wanted to raise the price. He nodded and smiled. "I like it. I'm not noisy I prefer the quiet myself, which is why I want to live off campus for my last year.

She liked him already. "If you promise not to totally destroy the place I'll drop the deposit to two hundred. Small nails or picture hangers in the walls are okay. I did just have the place painted though being the artistic type you may not like the colors. If you want to paint it, I'll supply the paint and rollers, just nothing to crazy. I don't want to have to pay extra to cover up hot pink next summer."

Tuck let out a little laugh at that. "No I prefer neutral shades like this, they keep me from getting distracted."

"What are you studying?"

He nodded. "Architecture and design. I work as a designer for the hardware store in town selling remodels and home additions. I'll likely move closer to the city to intern after this year."

Jennifer's smile twisted a little as she bit the inside of her cheek. She knew the store he was referring to. Her parents had been some of the last independent business people in town when they retired a few years back. They finally succumbed to pressure from the big chain stores that were taking over. It was time. Her parents had run their grocery store for their entire lives and the town stood by them several times when super stores wanted to move in to compete. Eventually the right mix of money hungry business people got elected and they had let in the corporate stores. Her parents were set to retire and they stayed open long enough to sell out their valuable downtown property. They had left it all to her before they passed away a few years prior.

"Want a few minutes alone to look around?"

"No, I'd like to fill out the application." Tuck said with a smile.

"Okay. I like a guy that can make up his mind." She smiled as she went through the adjoining doorway and came back with the papers and a pen. Tuck filled them out on the kitchen counter while she watched. He pulled out his phone and tapped up something and filled in the spaces. He signed it at the bottom and handed it back to her.

"How many of these references are your buddies from school?" She took the papers and smiled as she looked them over.

"None actually. My folks, an old boss of mine and a friend of my dad. I used to do yard work and stuff for him when I was in high school."

"Ouch that's all you make over there? No wonder the school kids grumble about those giant warehouse store wages." She bit her lip as she ran down the application.

Tuck took another long look at her which was easier without her looking back at him. He guessed she was probably in her late thirties or early forties. She had a pretty face with only a few little lines around her eyes which were a soft moss green color. Her hair was dark brown, but the even tone led him to believe it wasn't her natural color. She had a slight bulge to her arm as she lifted the papers to read them. She was medium height probably five foot six he guessed, and had a nice figure. One he would like to get on canvas if he could. She pursed her lips and bit at the lower one. They were full and pink highlighting an easy smile. The corner of her mouth twitched as she caught him staring.

She was concerned that between the rent, gas and groceries he'd be flat broke the entire time, she said that if the references checked out she would waive the deposit and drop the rent another fifty if as an addendum to the lease he promised to cover any damages caused by him or guests. He agreed instantly.

He started moving in the next weekend. She watched the college boys go up and down the ramp of the truck enjoying the view. A large easel and stool came out of the back and Tuck directed his friends where to set them, warning them not to lean anything against the walls.

It was still late summer, so after they had left with the truck Jennifer could hear Tuck finding homes for his things.

Tuck was looking at the cupboards in the kitchen for where he was going to put the hand-me-down dishes his mother had sent him with. He had to stop her from emptying her entire kitchen and just took the mismatched stuff. She had sent him a full set of new pots and pans which he was washing and setting aside. There was a surprisingly loud knock over his shoulder which startled him. He realized it was the door between his apartment and Jennifer's laundry room. He looked at the door realizing there was no lock on his side, just a key hole. He pulled open the door. Jennifer stood on the other side with a large pizza box in her hands.

"House warming pizza is always a good idea considering the likelihood that you have no groceries yet." He stepped aside and let her into the kitchen where the table was piled with boxes and cleaning supplies. "Hmm this isn't going to work, come on." She turned and went back through the door.

Tuck dried his hands and walked through the door and saw the laundry room first hand. He walked a few more paces and turned the corner into a large eat in kitchen all done in natural hardwood with granite counters. She set the pizza box on the kitchen table. He must have looked lost when she turned because she laughed.

"It's okay come on in and have a seat. I don't feel like doing dishes, less so after seeing the mountain you've just done, so it's paper plates for us. What do you want to drink? I've got a couple chick-beers, an open bottle of wine, diet Coke."

He swallowed hard and walked carefully around the counter to where she was and sat down. "Um Coke is fine. What's a chick-beer?"

"You know, low carb, low calorie, low taste." She laughed and handed him a can and opened up the beer and took a swallow. "Dig in. I hope you're not a vegetarian, I went with pepperoni not being sure what you're favorite was."

"Thanks."

He was a little shy around her and she thought it was cute.

"So I saw the sitting stool your buddy brought it in. You do portraits?"

He nodded. "I have a few times." He said between bites. "I got the stool cheap from a senior that was leaving it behind."

"How many nude coeds have been perched on that thing?" One of the benefits of being past your thirties was that you had little care what others thought of you. Which made Jennifer a little more brazen than she was already known to be.

Tucker paled and stopped chewing, his eyes going wide as his cheeks went bright red.

"Don't you need some of that blood elsewhere to keep you alive?" She pointed at his face.

He began chewing again and looked down at the grease stains on the paper plate. For a long moment Jen nearly let him off the hook but she was curious now. He chased his pizza with a long swig from his Coke and looked up.

"Two, since I've owned it anyway." He looked like he was facing a firing squad as the blood drained from his face.

"Really? What sweet flattery does it take to get a girl to strip down for you? Do tell, and relax you look like you're about to choke to death. This place has the best pizza in town."

"One was a drawing assignment for class. One of the students from an art class that I was in sat for me. The other was a friend of hers, I did a charcoal drawing of her one afternoon."

"You must get so much tail." Her brazen statement turned him silent and he turned red again. "Sorry that was kind of personal." She had the kindness to look sorry. "What else do you like to paint?"

"Scenery, I've done a few still lifes. I tried my sister's cat from a picture but I had trouble with the face."

Jennifer nodded and changed subject. She insisted he take the rest of the pizza and a couple drinks from her refrigerator and said she'd be doing some grocery shopping in the morning if he wanted her to pick anything up. Tuck said he was set and he'd probably bump into her there in the morning.

A few days had gone by and Tuck had been putting things right in the little sitting room, which he had basically made his studio. Besides his computer desk and chair the room consisted of his easel, the side table for his supplies and the chair which was currently pushed back into the corner. He looked out the window, at the end of the patio area stood Jennifer on a colorful mat. She was posing in what at first sight seemed an awkward position. He had since revised his opinion and decided her body was phenomenal, it didn't matter her age. He watched her and she changed poses putting her hands over her head palms together, she bent her knees slightly and her body stopped in some form of human check mark. He took his phone and snapped a picture of her as best as he could as she moved into another pose. He took several shots of her as she performed her yoga routine. She leaned forward and bent over, her ass in the air and he felt himself get hard. He took one last photo and backed away from the window. He had to get into the city to get his books for school which started the following week and decided he'd take a shower before leaving.

"This can't be happening." He mumbled to himself as he stroked his soapy cock as quickly as he could. "I'm not sure the break on the rent and free internet was compensation for walking around with a hard-on for the rest of the year." He erupted with an audible groan and didn't stop ejaculating for a surprising amount of time. When he recovered he finished his shower and got dressed and drove into town without looking back. He got an idea in his head and went to the computer lab in the art building at school and printed two of the images he'd taken of Jennifer. When he got home he pinned a fresh sheet of paper to his easel and clipped the image to the corner for reference and began to draw. He took his time but gave his due diligence to every curve, every line of her taught form as he penciled it out.

Jen saw Tuck getting out of his car as she watered one of the flower beds in the front yard.

"Tucker! It's cheat day. If you don't have any plans I was going to throw burgers on the grill if you'd care to join me."

He walked towards her and admired her choice of outfits, a pair of tight fleece shorts and tank top. "That would be awesome."

"If the bugs are bad we'll just take them inside."

"I'm going to do some laundry real quick before dinner. Is that okay?" He asked.

She thought for a moment and nodded. "Should be. I don't think I left anything in the dryer. Go in through the house and unlock the door so you can get started."

He did that and gathered together his laundry and started it. He went back to his studio and worked on his drawing retouching spots he wasn't happy with and highlighting spots he'd missed. He looked at the photo for a long moment and realized that there were few women he knew that wouldn't kill for a body like that, much less to still look like that at her age which he'd since re-assessed. He had left the doorway to the laundry room open and couldn't hear the washer any longer and went and put his clothes into the dryer and came back. He penciled in the color of the tank top, fading it with his fingertip to get the color he was looking for, interrupted by the buzzer from the dryer. He washed his hands and got his laundry and went back into his apartment and began folding it. He picked up a shirt and stuck to it with static was a pair of red satin panties which caused him to freeze in place. He thought the dryer had been empty but obviously it wasn't completely. He peeled them off his shirt and put the rest of the clothes away. He sat on the edge of the bed letting them slip between his fingers. They had a lace edge and belatedly he notice it was a thong as the back was a simple satin strip. He swallowed hard and thought that he could probably just pop back in and toss them back in the dryer. There was a sharp rap on the door.

"Hey I was going to start the grill in about half an hour so dinner in an hour or so. Okay?"

He shoved the panties under his leg as fast as he could. "Um yea that's great! I'm just going to hit the shower real quick and come over after."

"Alright, the door's unlocked. Come on over when you're ready."

His panic made his pulse pound in his ears and he thought he was hallucinating how she sounded when she said that the door was unlocked with a steamy voice. The discovery of the panties had set him off, her voice and his overactive hormones did him in. If he didn't go take a shower and take care of his erection he wouldn't be able to hide it during dinner.

He soaped up quickly and began remembering how her ass and legs looked when he came into the house. He had only lived there for three weeks or so but his constant state of arousal was becoming a problem. He was practically obsessed with the drawing he was making, always finding a tweak or adjustment that needed to be made, sometimes from memory, others from the image pinned up above. He imagined her wearing the red panties and nothing else and didn't last long after that. He finished his shower, dried and dressed before going over to the main house. He brought the panties and tossed them back into the dryer as if he'd never seen or had possession of them.

Tuck called out from the kitchen and heard Jennifer call to him through the sliding door. "Grab us a couple of beers." He did as told and went out onto the patio and she was dancing barefoot in front of the grill to the music coming through a small portable speaker on the table. She looked hot, her shoulder length dark hair pulled back in a pony tail. She took a beer and twisted the cap off and raised it in salute. He opened his and it began foaming over the top and down the back of his hand as he leaned forward and began drinking quickly.

"You young guys have no control, you just erupt all over the place with the least bit of contact."

"I'm not sure that's a problem I'm likely to have right now." He mumbled.

"Really? Had a nice shower did you?" Her grin was bright as day. She flipped the burgers with a loud sizzle and a puff of smoke. She had plates with rolls, cheese the works on the table. The bugs were getting worse as the sun went down.

"Okay inside it is then." Jen announced as they shooed the pests away from their faces. She flipped the buns on the grill and finished off building the burgers before they adjourned to the kitchen. The table had some papers and mail on it so she went to the breakfast bar and climbed onto a stool and directed him to the other. Jennifer made a loud moan as she bit into hers. "I'm going to have another beer, cheat day rules, I'm allowed." She hopped down and grabbed another pair of bottles and opened them both herself to keep Tuck from pouring his all over the place again. "If you're gentle with it, you can make it last longer. It's all in the wrist."

There it was, that sexy voice again. He swallowed hard and took a long pull from the bottle. She mounted the stool again and crossed her legs nudging his calf in the process. She just rubbed the spot with her instep absently as she reached across the counter for a bag of chips. "Grilled extra lean beef, no bacon, extra cheese, there's the cheating part, and baked chips. I need to get better at cheating than this."

"I don't know what else you eat but you look fantastic." He said and suddenly began to redden. Her instep rested on his leg, she didn't remove it and suddenly he felt her hand on his thigh just below the hem of his shorts. He turned carefully to look at her and she was smiling.

"Thanks for noticing." He took a quick breath feeling like he dodged a bullet.

"Something else I noticed is that there's no Mister Mason, and you never seem to go to work. How do you afford this place on what little I'm paying you in rent?"

She smiled. "You're not from here so you wouldn't know that the grocery store we go to is built on the site of my parents grocery store. It was the last hold out family business in town. The biggest one in the city for decades. Once they decided to retire the town council finally let the big guys in." She gave him the basic run down, but no figures.

"Wow, and if it's not too personal, how in the hell have you not been snapped up by some lucky guy?"

"I was, but it didn't last, neither happily, nor ever after. Luckily that happened before my parents passed so I didn't have to split my inheritance with him." She giggled and took the last bite of her burger and rolled her eyes back in her head. She reached over and set her hand back on his thigh.

"I was trimming the grass along the back of the house earlier and when I looked up, I didn't intend to peek in the window mind you, but there I was plain as day getting into my Anjaneyasana pose and beneath the photo, me in what, pencil or charcoal?" Her expression had gone serious.

Tucker tensed as if to flee and she felt him move and clamped down on his thigh.

"You do lovely work, but you should really ask a person if they would like to pose before you sneak pictures of them behind their back. It's not fair, and it's an invasion of their privacy." Her voice was calm, but to Tucker's ears there was an unspoken threat.

Tucker looked like he wasn't going to keep hold of his burger as the blood drained from his face. She could see the wheels spinning as he tried to come up with something to say to cover his ass.

"Listen, I know you've been watching." She lightened the grip on his leg but didn't let go. "I kind of enjoy it to tell the truth. You know you get to a certain age and you wonder if you've still got it, and nothing says you've still got it like a college kid who spends half his time jerking off in the shower while he's daydreaming about fucking you."

Tucker looked down at the hand on his thigh and she smiled. She loosened her hold and ran her hand up the inside of his leg, pushing the shorts up as she went.

"I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to look, I mean stare."

"Relax. I accept your apology. But I want full disclosure. Show me all the pics you took first." Her hand was still half way up the inside of his thigh and he was afraid to move. That was until she shot him a look for not immediately complying with her demand. He reached for his phone and unlocked it and she looked over his shoulder. Tuck handed her the phone to go through completely if she wanted. She looked through some of the folders but only cared about her own photos. She brought each one up full size before nodding and handing it back to him.

"I'll delete them."

She put her hand over the screen before he could.

"No. I want you to ask." Her hand went back to his thigh, this time she was rubbing it back and forth and he was no longer afraid, but well on his way to returning to his earlier state when he had her panties in hand.

Tuck thought frantically as to how to ask her permission since he'd already done the deed. Her expression remained expectant. "Um, would you please pose for me so I can draw you?"

"I'd love too." Her smile lit up bright as day and her hand reacted nicely too. "I only have one small request. I'm a bit of a scion in the town so let's keep anything I can be identified in as tasteful as possible. If you want something a little naughtier I would rather not be identifiable if you get my meaning."

Tuck's eyes went wide. She just offered to pose nude for him and he was having trouble processing that as her hand moved up his thigh.

"You're fit to burst. Take a deep breath Tucker and let it out slowly. I told you, I don't mind you looking, I like it." Her face split in a wicked grin. "Did you fold your laundry like a good boy?"

He froze. "I put them back in the dryer."

"Aww, I was curious what you might do with them." She laughed.

"You planted them in my clothes?"

She only nodded and massaged his thigh. Tucker drank the rest of his beer in a long gulp.

"You know I was thinking. You start classes next week don't you? Soon you'll be cutting a swath through all those tight little coeds and I'll be left high and dry so we'd best get started soon before you start referring to me as the old ball and chain."

"You said that before. I, I..." Tucker began to gulp air and looked down at the counter. "I never." He stuttered.

"Tucker Davidson." She said in a commanding voice. "Look at me." Hunched over his plate he turned and looked up at her. "Are you trying to tell me that you're a virgin?"

He didn't nod as much as he shook.

"Tell me yes or no."

"Yes." He closed his eyes and tried to settle himself down.

"Well, I hope that your reaction is just naked fear and not something crazier. It's not that bad. It's kind of sweet actually. Back in my day you would have never made it. Some girl would have cornered you by now and had her way with you."

He opened his eyes disbelieving.

"Since you just got out of the shower, I'm going to go take one myself. If you would like me to help you with your little situation, leave the door open behind you and I'll come find you when I'm done. If you don't, then close the door and I pity what you're about to do to all those freshly cleaned socks when you get to your bedroom." Her smile broadened.

Tucker looked at her in amazement. She offered to pose nude for him and now to take his virginity.

"I almost want to put your head between your knees. You look like you're about to pass out."

"I feel like it."

"Do you have any condoms, that are less than a year old and not beaten up from being in your wallet the entire time." She clarified with a grin.

Tucker shook his head, his expression despondent. Seeing his opportunity flying away before him.

"Luckily for you a smart girl is always prepared. But don't think I go jumping into just any bed. It's been a long while for me and I have an itch I'm hoping you can scratch." She gave him a little wink, slid her hand out of the leg of the shorts. She let out an appreciative hum, uncrossed her legs slowly and slipped off her seat.

"Be a dear and put the plates in the sink and rinse the bottles real quick while I prepare for your decision." She walked out of the kitchen as Tucker watched her. She had wiggled her ass the entire way which at this point was just a little extra flash on the lure. He gathered the dishes and rinsed the bottles finding a recycling bin for them under the cupboard. He wiped down the counter and sealed the bag of chips up and looked around to make sure everything was clean before he bee-lined it back to his apartment. He left the door open, and for safety's sake he took the big bottle of detergent off the shelf and propped it so it wouldn't blow shut if a breeze came up.

He ran into his bedroom and looked around to make sure it was presentable. He fretted with some junk in the dresser and left it and sat on the end of the bed. She didn't tell him what else to do besides wait. He wondered if he should undress and get into bed. At this rate he was going to need another shower before she got there. He paced a few times and sat down and kicked off his shoes, he put them away rather than leave them there on the carpet. He thought about his breath in shock and ran into the bathroom and brushed his teeth and tongue in case she kissed him.

He heard a laugh from the doorway into the laundry room and the jug set back on the shelf. "Didn't want to take any chances, huh?" She walked into the bedroom and leaned against the door jamb. He stopped where he stood at the end of the bed and stared at her. She wore a floor length satin robe which split open as she pushed a knee forward.

"Are you ready for me, Ralph?" She gave him a sexy pout. His mouth dropped open. She smiled at him. "Please tell me you understand that reference or I'll feel even older than I am."

Tucker's eyes were riveted on the deep vee at her chest and the black lingerie peeking from the gap.

"Risky Business with Tom Cruise and Rebecca DeMornay 1983." He rattled off the information without blinking.

"Thank you. I feel better. She was a hot little minx, you're going to end up with me, though I think things will work out just fine." She walked into the room and swept the robe around behind her and sat on the end of the bed looking up at him. Tucker just stared wide-eyed at her as she crossed her legs letting the slipper dangle from her toes.

"First things first." Jennifer closed her eyes for a minute. "A moment of clarity here since my senses started to come to me in the shower." She looked up at him, giving him a soothing little smile. His awed look changed to crestfallen.

"Oh don't worry I'm not pulling a switcheroo on you. Come here." She patted the spot next to her. Tucker sat down and looked down at her legs. She took a deep breath and let it out.

"This is not going to interfere with any relationship we have as landlady and tenant. This is in no way to be thought of as 'part of the package'." She said, making air quotes with her fingers. "This is not to be expected or thought of as a regular occurrence. I'm not saying, 'never again', I'm saying, it's not going to become a routine. Besides, where's the fun in that? This changes nothing else between us. I'm horny and you're in need of an education that I am qualified to give you. You are required to be wearing protection at all times, if I find out you've pulled a fast one in that respect not only will I kick you're ever loving ass from one side of this yard to the other, you'll be living out of your car inside twenty-four hours. Got it?" She said the last part sternly and reached into her robe pocket and pulled out a few foil packets and held them in her hand.

"I hope three is enough to wear you out." She said with a grin. Tucker even chuckled at that and looked up at her. "I expect the shower stall took one for the team. So, how far back do we need to start? Have you kissed a girl?"

"Yea."

"I mean a girl, not your mother."

"Yes." He looked annoyed by her question but her giggle calmed him.

"Prove it."

He hesitated unsure. She began to sigh, and he leaned forward and kissed her, his eagerness and inexperience showed themselves. She broke the kiss and took a deep breath.

"Well you get an A for effort. First, slow down a little, second don't go for the tonsils instantly. How you kiss a girl is an indication of how you're going to treat the rest of her and right now you've got your foot hard on the gas pedal. Neither of us has anywhere else to be right now. Like this." She leaned into him and kissed him, her lips parted slightly, her tongue darted out to give his lip a lick, he responded in kind, taking it slow and exploring her mouth. "See, it's much nicer isn't it?"

He nodded slowly and leaned in and kissed her again. He took his time, their tongues met in a light dance as the heat built.

Jennifer took a deep breath letting it out slowly. "You are a quick study. Keep that up and this robe is going to melt off. First things first though. I want to see what I'm working with and since you got your first peek through the window it's my turn." She directed him to stand up and when he gave her a slightly dumb-founded look she grinned and waved her finger in a lazy circle at his clothing. "You first."

"You were dressed though." He said.

"I can assure you, if you relax, I won't stay that way."

He pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He wasn't buff but there was some muscle definition there, maybe from the repeated motion from drawing and painting, along with the fact that he was only twenty-two. Her eyes were glued to the fly of his shorts which were tented again. She licked her lips as he reached for the button. He could feel his heart hammering against his ribs as he unbuttoned them and unzipped the fly.

"Stop teasing and just do it." She said with a grin. That made him laugh and he put his thumbs into his briefs and tugged everything down at once and kicked them aside. Jennifer leaned in and turned her head examining his erection. She looked up at him, her smile broadened. "That's nice."

"It's not too..." She stopped him before he could finish.

"If you're at this point with a woman, she's not thinking of comparisons unless of course you're hung like an actual horse or a hamster. She's wondering how it's going to feel hitting the back of her throat." She reached out and lifted his cock with the back of her hand and drew her hand away letting it slide off her fingertips which caused him to shiver. "No girl worth having is going to complain Tucker, trust me. Sit." She patted the bed.

She leaned forward and kissed him again and he leaned into it. He jumped when he felt her hand stroke across his stomach and up his chest. "Relax and enjoy." She whispered and they kissed again. She felt his hand against her breast and made a negative hum into his mouth and he retreated. "Don't go for the gusto right away. I didn't grab you by the cock did I?" She kissed him again and felt his hand return and tug at the belt of her robe causing her to giggle into his kiss. "That's it." His hand slipped inside her robe and quested clumsily. She reached back and took his hand and guided him, slowing his quest to a crawl. "No hurry, remember?" She released his hand and let him explore again, his pace slower, she could feel the tension is his touch, he wanted more and was nearly at the edge of his control. It felt empowering to her. "Do you think it's time?"

"Yes." He panted.

"For what?" She asked. He looked at her, the robe had fallen open revealing a black lace lingerie set.

"To get you out of those." He nodded.

"Well since you need the practice I'll let you do the honors." She grinned as he looked momentarily confused and reached up and pushed the robe off her shoulders. She let it slip off and pulled her arms free. He stopped and stared at her for a long time.

"Like what you see?"

His head snapped up to face her. "You're gorgeous."

Her smile was warm. "Thank you. You're pretty handsome yourself you know."

He leaned back to reach around behind her and she fell away from him. "Uh uh. You have to do it by feel. When you've got a girl ready to let you take her bra off you're not going to stop to turn all the lights on and walk around behind her are you?"

Tucker looked confounded for a moment. Jennifer laughed. "I'll help a little." She pushed him back on the bed with a hand to the chest. She then rolled over onto his hip and kissed him again. "You'll need to learn to multi-task." She kissed him again and felt his hands follow the strap around to the back causing her to giggle. "There you go." After a moment of fumbling she felt the tension release. "Nicely done. Now what?"

He brought his hands back around and ran one up under the cup of the bra and massaged her breast. He took the nipple between his fingers and gave it a little tug making her gasp.

"Right answer." She said as she lifted gently off him. He took the shoulder straps and pulled it free and tossed it aside before taking both of her breasts in his hands. He lifted his head and kissed her chest making her moan. She adjusted slightly and he was able to take her nipple into his mouth. "Easy, kiss it like my mouth, not like my vacuum cleaner. Remember, there are two of them, so lavish your attention on both for maximum return." The return came a moment later as she stroked his cock gently spreading the moisture that was leaking freely from the tip as she did.

"Here, open your mouth." She reached up with her fingers and he closed his mouth. "Open up. If you want a girl to take it in her mouth, you should at least know what it's going to be like for her. He looked slightly horrified but Jennifer gave him a raised eyebrow. "So you're telling me you don't want to know what it feels like to be in a girls mouth Tucker? You're going to miss out on a lot of fun." His lips parted slightly. "Open up." She reached into his mouth and rubbed her fingers across his tongue and he closed his mouth around them, his eyes going wide. "What does this taste like?" She drew her fingers out slowly.

"Salty, slippery and um..." He couldn't come up with another adjective.

"Let me try it and see if I can figure it out. Scoot up a bit." He did as she asked and leaned down and took the tip of his cock in her mouth causing him to gasp as the warm wetness engulfed him. She let out a deep hum as her tongued circled him lapping up every drop she could. "Musky and a little sour." She gave him another lick and turned back to face him and licked her lips. "I like it." She smiled. His hand had slid down and nestled in the small of her back. She leaned down and licked his nipple and took it in her mouth causing him to gasp. "You thought only girls liked that? You still have something left to do." His hand slid the rest of the way down cupping her ass. "Exactly." He slid his hand back up and went beneath the waistband of her panties and cupped her ass again. She sucked his nipple hard giving it a lashing with her tongue.

He realized his disadvantage at the moment and rolled her over onto her back and kissed her. She laughed in surprise at his bold move. He began to take a little more control and kissed his way down her chest licking her nipple giving it a little tug with his teeth. She liked that and let him know by arching her back up to meet his eager mouth. She was pleasantly surprised as he began kissing his way down her stomach slowly. He stroked the inside of her thigh, his fingers lighting gently upon the damp heat between her legs. When his mouth reached the panties he stopped and slid off the end of the bed and took them in both hands and began to peel them off. Jennifer lifted her ass and let him. She played shy and pulled one knee over the other but he wasn't having it as he set the panties on the dresser. He took her by the ankles and parted her legs.

"Oh God." He whispered. She had a neatly trimmed vee of dark curly hair above pink lips which were pouting for attention. He knelt on the end of the bed and lowered his head and kissed the inside of her thigh. Her soft moan encouraged him. He was amazed at how warm she was, her skin was almost hot to the touch. He was at the end of her thigh and he stopped to look at her. She looked up at him for a moment.

"You can touch it." She said softly. "I encourage it actually. Learn what it feels like." He reached out with his finger tips and stroked the furry patch and she squirmed. He retreated quickly. "Don't stop." She giggled.

"Is this your clit?" His fingers stroked the hood.

"Push it gently up and back. You'll find the promised land hiding beneath it." She gasped as he did so and stroked it with his thumb. "Bingo." His fingers probed lower finding she was getting wetter.

"You're wet."

"Thanks to you."

"Me?" He sounded surprised.

Her head came up. "You aren't the only one who's been getting off on the thought of a hottie in the house. I have a vibrator and I've started calling it Tucker."

"Really?"

"Having a hot young guy walking around with a constant erection does things to a woman."

He slipped a finger between her lips and she gasped, her hips rising to his exploration.

"That's wonderful. Make a gentle come hither motion." She demonstrated with her fingers in the air. He did so and she cried out as he rubbed back and forth. "Feel that little spot? It's a little different."

"Yea."

"That's the other magic button." She moaned loudly as she felt his tongue lick her clit while he fingered her. He was a little clumsy but very eager to please. "Like this Tucker." She held up her middle and ring finger together and slid them back and forth, lifting the tips as she drew them back. His other finger slid inside her and she was in heaven. "Just like kissing me up here, steady, move around a little." She gasped before finishing the lesson. Her hips began to sway pressing upward to his mouth and fingers. "Faster!" She cried, and he complied. Her body began to shake as the orgasm ripped through her. The contractions on his fingers were powerful as he kissed and licked her clit. She cried out as she collapsed onto the bed. She held a hand out and ran her fingers through his hair. "Gently now." She gasped.

"You are so wet." He said amazed.

"Again, all thanks to you. Congratulations on your first time making a woman cum, and doing a fine job of it." She laughed and let out another gasp as he drew his fingers out of her and held his hand up. Her juices dribbled down his fingers and palm. She watched him through half closed eyes wondering if he would do it without coaxing and he did. He held out his tongue and gently brought his fingertips to his mouth and gave them a little lick. He licked his lips and tried it again. She smiled as she watched him and was surprised when he took an entire finger into his mouth sucking it clean. "It's just as good direct from the source." He looked between her legs where it was dribbling from her lips and leaned down and licked her lips. She moaned deeply. "You have no idea how many times I've brought myself off to the thought of your tongue buried deep in me." He tried to provide by slipping it into her as far as he could.

He felt her tugging on his hair and he lifted his head. "Come up here." She gasped. He crawled up onto her body. "Hold your weight up, on your elbows." He was preciously close to sliding his hard cock into her and her hand grabbed his hip. "Slow down cowboy. I just wanted a little sugar." She kissed him and licked his lips clean. "If you'd told me a month ago I'd be licking my cum off your lips like a horny slut I'd have told you that you were dreaming. Yet here I am."

"How, how was I?"

"That part where I yelled a lot, arched my back and nearly crushed your head with my thighs, that was called an orgasm. It's a wonder I didn't get a handful of hair out of here too." She ran her fingers through his hair. "Now you are in a very precarious position right now. Be smart."

"Condom?"

Jennifer nodded. "I'm not so concerned about me, though I'm still young enough to get knocked up. You don't want to fuck this part up with a girl or surer than shit one of these days you'll be taking birthing classes, shopping for a car seat and a playpen." She grinned.

Tucker looked at the nightstand and rolled off of her and sat up. Jennifer squirmed around to watch him. "I imagine you've done this in health class?" He nodded.

He tore open the packet and pulled out the condom. Thanks to the frenzy she'd whipped him into he was hard as a pipe. He placed it on the tip and unrolled it. "All the way down, I plan on getting ever last inch of that bad boy." She kissed his hip and sat up piling his pillows against the headboard. "Sit back, I want to drive the first time." She straddled his hips, his cock reaching up towards her.

"So now you've seen a girl up close, let me point out that we're not all built the same, any more than you boys are." She stroked the tip of her finger up his cock. "You've got a lovely curve to you like a banana. Some girls may find that comfortable, exciting, and some might find it painful. So it's best that you take things slow at first." She leaned forward and gave him a kiss and took his hand. "Take your cock and feed it to me." She settled forward and felt him penetrate her opening. She let out a throaty hum as she settled onto his cock. Once she was nestled into his lap she opened her eyes and smiled at him. "How does it feel to not be a virgin any more?"

"Fantastic, hot, tight." He gasped. He tensed his muscles and felt his cock flex inside her.

"Someone is impatient. Don't forget, your hands are free so why not put them to good use." She whispered into his ear, and kissed him again.

"Holy shit." He gasped as she began to rock her hips like she was riding a horse. He pulled her towards him to kiss her again, his hands wandering up and down her back eventually working their way down to her rocking ass. His fingers dug into the flesh drawing her down hard with each rock forward.

"You did jerk off in the shower a little while ago didn't you?" She said softly. "I didn't think you'd make it this far the first time."

"Mmm hmm!" He mumbled as his face contorted.

"Tell me what you were imagining. Was it this?"

"You were bent over." He gasped.

"So it was me you were thinking about. Do you know how hot that makes me feel?" Her rocking increased in pace and his breathing got faster and more shallow.

"Horny?" He laughed breathlessly.

She leaned in and kissed him deeply taking what little breath he had left as she began taking deep hard down strokes on his cock. She felt him tense up underneath her and flex his hips upward and drove down one last time.

Tucker cried out as he came. He gasped for air for a long time, his nose tickled and he reached up to scratch and his hand got batted away. He opened his eyes and looked deeply into Jennifer's eyes. A broad grin erupted across her lips.

"Now you see why the French call it, La Petite Mort, The Little Death. It wipes you out when you do it right."

"I did it right?"

Jennifer laughed. "Do you feel wiped out?"

He nodded and only then realized she was resting her forehead against his so she nodded with him.

"Why don't you take care of Mr. Happy down there. I'd recommend a tissue or toilet paper. Do not flush him, toss him in the trash. Wash up down there and come back to bed and we'll talk a little."

She rolled off him and fell to the side with a sharp exhale of breath.

"Would you be a dear and bring me a clean towel, I seem to have made a little mess myself."

He looked at himself in the mirror as he washed himself. He didn't think he looked different, but he felt like he was different from who he was before. He dried off and reached for a clean towel and walked back into the room to find Jennifer laying back gently playing with one of her nipples. She looked even more magnificent than she did that first day. Here she was laying naked on his bed, her dark hair spilled across the pillow, her body all curves, a landscape of rolling hills and valleys and he wanted to explore every inch.

"You are stunning." He said softly as he moved towards the bed. He rested his hand on her knee and she looked up at him and parted her legs and he gently wiped her dry. She took the towel and patted the bed beside her.

He walked around and climbed back into bed and Jennifer rolled to face him. "Thank you." She kissed him and retreated. "Be careful at this point Tucker because it's easy to think you're in love. You're not really, you're brain is tricking you." She spread her legs and mopped up the dampness and sighed. She set aside the towel and rolled over to face him. A smile spread slowly across her lips as he stared, still shell shocked from what was happening. Her hand slid down his stomach and took his cock gently in hand. "The blessing of youth. It's not quite done in yet is it?"

He shook his head as best as he could with it propped on his hand. A smile coming back to his face.

"I'm not made of glass, this works both ways you know."

In a move that seemed to surprise Jennifer he reached out and stroked her cheek with his thumb, cupping her face before leaning forward to kiss her. He was exploring gently with his tongue and she let him. Before long his hand found her shoulder then her ribs, his hand coming up gently beneath her breast, thumb brushing gently, avoiding the nipple. She leaned into his hand, exhaling a soft plea into his mouth. He teased her a little more before stroking the hard nipple with his thumb, taking it between his fingers, teasing it. Her grip firmed on his cock and she stroked it to hardness again.

"I think it's time for you to scratch my itch." Her voice was husky and deep. "Reach back and take my hair up and pull my head back." Tucker's surprise was quickly turned into action when she gripped down on his cock and gave it a quick tug. "Yes. that's it! Imagine you're riding a fractious horse and you need to keep a firm rein on her. Don't yank like a playground bully." She let go of his cock and gave it a little slap. "Suit up. Sometimes a girl wants to ride, take control, drive a guy wild. It's a little bit of a power-play and you should let her. It can be fun, romantic and can set you up for further fun if she likes you and knows that you're comfortable giving up a little control. Then there are times when she wants to be ridden." Her voice turned husky again. "She wants you to take control, she doesn't want hearts and flowers. She wants to be bent over and taken. She wants teeth on her neck, she wants her hair pulled bringing her head back like a spirited filly, she wants your hand prints to still be on her hips the next morning. She wants to know she's been taken with every sore step she takes."

Tucker reached behind him and snatched another condom off the nightstand and tore it open, applying it as quickly as he could.

"I want you Tucker." She kissed him and bit his jaw, her teeth grazed his jaw. "I want you to scratch my itch."

Tucker looked at her for an indication of what to do and she leaned forward and took his nipple between her teeth, letting them sink in just enough to make him gasp in surprise. He did the first thing that came to mind and took her hair and pulled her head back. Her neck was exposed and he dove on it with a hunger that surprised him. As he kissed and sucked his way down her chest he returned the favor, taking her nipple between his teeth he pulled on it stretching it until she hissed. He let it snap back and did the same to the other. He made his way down her stomach licking and biting at the skin as he did. When he found himself between her legs he was surprised when she pulled away and kicked him off the bed.

"Not that way." She smiled and rolled onto her stomach and rose to her hands and knees baring herself before him. She slid back to the edge of the bed and her pouting lips were inches from his hard cock. The shock wore off quickly and he stepped forward and teased her with the tip of his cock, rubbing it up and down her lips but not putting it into her. She made a moan and pushed back when she felt it touch her hoping to get it inside and Tucker pulled away. Her frustration was palpable.

"Is this what you want?" He asked.

"Yes! Fuck me!" She begged.

"How do you want it?" He ran his cock up and down the lips of her pussy.

"Hard, fuck me as hard and fast as you can." Her voice huskier than before.

He placed his cock at her entrance and pushed forward quickly burying himself in a single stroke. They both gasped at the suddenness of the movement. He pulled back and drove into her again and began a pounding rhythm.

"Yes!" She cried as he drove her hips forward with each stroke. She stretched like a cat backing into the strokes. It wasn't long before he sped up. She pulled her hair together over her shoulder and Tucker saw it gathered and reached for it once more pulling her back slowly. He could no longer drive into her as hard as her back arched. He reached around and tweaked her nipple causing her to cry out. She grabbed his hand and drew it down between her legs and began stroking her clit with his fingertips. The input was more than she could handle and she began to shudder in his grasp. She gasped and cried out as he continued pushing into her as hard as he could. He held her hard against his hip as her orgasm washed over her. He let go of her hair and reached around pulling her back by the neck and he kissed her where it met her shoulder. She collapsed, falling forward on the mattress, barely catching herself on her hands.

She looked over her shoulder and laughed. "Well you are a ringer. Are you sure you've never done this before?"

"I watch a lot of porn." He said causing them both to laugh.

"Well despite this starting out as a lesson, how would you like to finish yourself off?"

He responded by grasping her by the hips and bringing her back to him and he plunged his cock into her again, the slippery, tight heat of her was incredible and he pumped into her again, with less force, but more urgency.

"Fuck my tight pussy Tucker. Shoot your load deep inside of me." She encouraged him further. His fingers dug into her hips and he began to speed up eventually leaning forward and driving one last time as the spasms overtook him. His breathing was shallow, his chest burned from the lack of oxygen. He had his eyes screwed up tight as he listened to his heartbeat and willed it to slow down. "You stud." She said over her shoulder. Tucker laughed and slipped free of her, fluid ran freely from between her thighs and she reached for the towel. "Go clean up and come back before you collapse."

Tucker did as told. When he returned Jennifer waved him to lay down next to her. She snuggled up to his chest, his arm went around her as naturally as if they had been doing it for years. "Never forget the importance of this part." She mumbled softly and kissed his chest before they both nodded off.

Tucker woke with a start, the room was dark and he had a blanket over him. He was wrapped around something warm and he realized it was Jennifer, her ass nestled against his crotch, his cock rock hard and pinned between them. He had to use the bathroom and pulled the blanket back and slid as gently as he could out of the bed. He returned to find she had rolled over. He slipped beneath the covers and she rolled against him. She must have been awake because he felt her kiss his chest. He knew she was when she reached out and took his cock in hand.

"You just can't keep a good man down." She giggled into his chest.

"He sure does enjoy you trying." He kissed the top of her head.

"Sleep." She patted the head of his cock. "We'll take care of him in the morning. Have erotic dreams about me."

"I have been since I moved in, and they're starting to come true."