Just One Look

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After a few moments, Becky started stroking his head.

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

. . . . . . . . . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jake?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I gotta go" Jake said getting up.

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

"I love you too Becky."

. . . . . . . . .

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

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

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

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