Just One Look

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"Hey Becky! You look. . .wonderful!" Becky clasped her hands behind her back and leaned forward, turning her head to allow Jake to kiss her cheek, before taking a step back and turning around.

"I wasn't sure you'd like it!" She said with a smile. She knew when she spun her loose skirt flew up a bit, but not too much, she hoped.

"I do!" He said, his eyes wandering from her white stocking covered feet to the pink flowing skirt and the tight sweater vest over a white collared shirt. She was wearing the pendant she got on her birthday, with her hair tied in a ponytail with a pink ribbon.

Feeling his erection build as his mind wandered, he forced himself to look away. "Becky, we need to talk about this tutoring thing. I don't think . . ."

"Jake?" She interrupted. "Can we talk about that later?" Jake could only stare as she walked up to him with her hands again held behind her, her chest arced out.

"Uh. . . . I really think we-" he started again.

"Tell you what," Becky said coyly, "Just one hug, and one kiss first, ok?" She smiled sweetly, leaning in.

They embraced, Jake giving in gently kissing, Jake's hands on Becky's waist. Becky put her plan in action.

As they kissed, she covered his hands with hers and slid them down her buttocks. Suddenly Jake started kissing her more passionately and she knew it was working.

Becky was wearing a pair of thigh-high stockings underneath her skirt which went all the way up her legs to within inches of her panties. She knew Jake could feel them, knowing she wasn't wearing pantyhose, and as she hoped, had reacted with excitement.

She quickly pulled away. "So what did you want to talk about?"

Jake stood there, looking at Becky's legs, his erection growing as he wondered what was under her skirt. "Uhh. .. " was all he could manage.

"Maybe we can talk in here," she said, taking his hand and leading him down the hall to her bedroom. He was mesmerized by the swishing of her skirt and the glimpses of her legs as she walked in front of him. As she opened the door, he reached out for her but ready for this, she quickly stepped back out of his reach and gestured to the bed. "Why don't you sit over there?"

Without his eyes leaving her, Jake sat down on the bed where Becky gestured, a few pillows propped up on the headboard behind his back. "Ok Jake, go on."

"Well, what I was saying. . "

"Wait!" She interrupted, stepping towards him. "You have to take your shoes off if you're going to be on my bed!" She grabbed his legs, and angled them off the bed. Kneeling down with her legs together, she started unlacing his shoes. She could feel Jake's stare at her stocking covered knees, knew in this position her skirt had climbed up just a bit on her legs.

When she returned his legs to the bed, she was pleased to notice that Jake was breathing a bit more heavily now, and a definite bulge was forming in his lap.

"That's better! Now you can continue!" But Jake seemed to have his mind elsewhere as he continued staring at Becky's legs. "Jake? Are you staring at me?"

"Oh, sorry." He looked up smiling sheepishly.

"That's ok," she said reassuringly, putting her hand on his forearm. Jake reached over wit his other hand and Becky stepped back. "So what are you looking at?" Jake looked like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. "Are you wondering what panties I'm wearing today?" Jake's heart rate seemed to double as he nodded his head. Becky seemed to consider this for a moment. "Tell you what? Do you want to feel them?" Jake nodded his head again, much more vigorously this time.

"Ok, but then I get to. . . " she looked him over. "Take off your socks!" Jake sat up reaching for his feet. "No!" she said, pushing him back down. "I get to do it!"

Becky slowly pushed up his jeans at the bottom and pulled his socks off, one at a time. Jake couldn't take his eyes off her. She threw them on the floor and slowly walked up next to him.

"Now it's your turn" Jake lifted his hand and lowered it next to the bed beside him. As he brought it up however, Becky grabbed his wrist. "Not there. . . . Here." She guided his hand to her backside, but over her skirt. Jake immediately traced the edge of her panties as they arced over her buttock, felt the gap underneath before tracing the top of her thigh-high stockings.

Becky looked down at Jakes face, rapt with concentration, trying to see through her thin skirt with his fingers. Jake's other hand raised, reaching for her.

Again Becky stepped back. "No, Jake, that wasn't the deal!" She scolded. He looked up at her imploringly. "Do you want to feel me there, underneath?"

"Yes!" He croaked out, clearing his throat.

"Ok, then I get. . . " she put a finger to her mouth, her brow furrowed in concentration, "your shirt!." Becky grabbed the hem of his shirt and slid it upwards, pulling it over his head. As she stepped back to put the shirt down, Jake's hand was already stretched out to her.

Becky stepped back beside Jake and immediately his hand was under her skirt, caressing her bottom, tracing the edges of her panties, sliding over her legs and over the flesh between her panties and thigh highs. But once his hand reached between her legs and began sliding upwards, Becky clenched her thighs together. "Jake! Do you want me to stop?" He shook his head no, his hand frozen in place. "Ok, then." Becky relaxed her thighs, and Jake's hand retreated, massaging only her buttocks and legs once again.

She could see Jake' erection, his hips tilting from side to side, wondering if he was trying to stimulate himself as he touched her. And she could feel her own arousal, the gentle caresses under her skirt, the power she was enjoying, and Becky wondered if Jake could feel the heat she knew was now pouring out between her legs.

Once again, Jake raised his other hand to her, but she caught his wrist. "Not yet Jake." She noticed the huskiness in her voice, hoping he didn't know how aroused she was getting. Jake then attempted to guide her hand to his crotch, to have her touch him, but she let go. Frustrated he pulled her closer to him with his right arm still on her buttocks, closed his eyes and rested his hand in his lap, gently pressing down.

"Jake!" Becky stepped away again. "Hands at your sides!" She was really starting to enjoy herself.

"Becky. . ., please . ." He looked at her pleadingly. "Please . . .touch me."

Becky smiled, her heart racing. "Ok Jake. But first. . . " She reached over and unsnapped his pants. Jake uttered a moan, arching his body up as Becky slid down his zipper, feeling the throbbing of his penis under her touch. She went to the bottom of the bed and pulled off his pants, pulling Jake down into a prone position in the process.

She looked up at his muscular body, his chest heaving with his quickened breaths. And through his blue boxer shorts she saw the huge bulge of his penis, laying on his body, pointing straight towards his navel.

Becky walked back beside him, put one knee on the bed, and swung the other over him, straddling him just above his knees. She was careful to keep her skirt down, giving Jake no free looks. She leaned over towards him, and scooted her body up, her skirt now covering both of their hips. Becky was careful to keep her body off his enough to ensure they weren't touching.

Jake watched Becky climb on top of him, straining for a look at what he knew she was wearing. And when she perched on top of him, her legs spread, her panty covered crotch just inches from his throbbing erection, he couldn't help but arch himself upwards, straining to grind himself into her.

But Becky was careful. "Jake, don't move like that, or I'll stop." Jake nodded quickly, and although he stopped his thrusting, Becky could still feel him squirming beneath her.

Ever so slowly she lowered her body until she could feel his penis touch her through their two layers of fabric. Becky inhaled quickly, before recomposing herself, and pulling away from Jake's renewed efforts.

Slowly she pressed down again, sliding ever so slowly up and down across his penis. And as good as it was feeling, as much as she enjoyed the moans now coming from Jake, she forced herself to break contact again.

"Jake, do you want to see what I'm wearing?" Jake, still contorting beneath her nodded once again.

Careful not to touch him, she slid back down, and straddling his ankles, pulled down and removed his boxers, causing his penis to momentarily stand up before slapping back down on his stomach.

Still straddling him, Becky slid up his body, and as she passed over his hips let her panty covered crotch slide lightly over his naked penis. Jake moaned again, trying to follow her with his hips as she moved up, now straddling his chest.

Becky reached down and slowly lifted her skirt, Jake moaning once again, as the tops of her white thigh highs came into view, the strips of skin, and then her white cotton panties, all within inches of his face.

"Please, Becky . . .please."

"Yes, Jake," the words almost stuck in her mouth, her excitement getting the best of her.

"Let me kiss you. . " Jake strained his head towards her.

Becky slowly brought her hips forward, and with her hands on the wall behind him, lowered herself onto his lips.

Jake kissed and licked and sucked greedily on Becky's panties, as if trying to eat his way through the cotton to find the treasure within.

Becky tried keeping a distance from Jake, tried to continue with the teasing, but it felt too good, and soon found herself grinding into his face, directing her most sensitive parts to his waiting lips. Just as Becky was about to lose herself she stopped, and leaned back, sitting on his chest, Jakes eyes directly on the wet spot between her legs, soaked with a mixture of his saliva and her juices.

She slid down his body again, careful to just graze his penis, and settled down, straddling his left leg, her face above his penis. Becky gently kissed the front of his erection, eliciting a long moan from Jake. She than began lightly licking the sides, delighting in his moans, and attempts to press himself harder against her tongue.

Becky lowered herself onto his leg, her panties pressed against his shin, and slowly started rubbing herself against him while gently rubbing her tongue, her cheek, her hair against Jake's penis, always careful not to stimulate him too strongly. She started increasing her pressure, feeling her own orgasm building.

"Jake," she mumbled into his penis. "Oh Jake!," she ground her self into him, her clitoris rubbing his leg through her soaked panties.

"Jake, ohhhhhh, Jake. . . " with a final thrust of her hips, Becky climaxed against him, burying her face in his hip, his pulsing erection inches from her face.

But Becky was careful not to touch Jake during her orgasm, and looked up dreamily and saw his tortured face, his body bucking beneath her, attempting to rub himself against her.

She smiled and sat up, taking him loosely in her hand. "Becky, oh Becky. . " He said urgently, his hips pumping wildly.

She smiled, opened her mouth and slowly lowered it around the tip of his erection.

Jake almost fainted right there, looking down at his beautiful Becky, his penis sliding in and out of her mouth. He grabber her leg, and pulled towards him, turning her body. He reached between her legs, his finger nestled on her damp panties, seeking to pleasure her once more. . . .

"Uhhhhhhhhh, Becky!!" His body arched as he orgasmed, ejaculating forcefully into her mouth.

Becky quickly swallowed, delighting in the pleasure she knew she just gave to Jake, proud of herself for what amounted to her first seduction.

Jake collapsed back in bed, pulling Becky up to him to lie on his chest.

"Becky. . . ." he murmured. "My Becky. . . ."

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Epilogue.

Although he wasn't much of a cook, Jake thought his lasagna came out pretty well. Becky said it was wonderful, but he wasn't sure if she'd complain if there was anything wrong with it.

After last weekend, they agreed to call off the tutoring sessions, and start seeing each other under more traditional circumstances. Jake cooked dinner and Becky drove to his house (perhaps they'd wait before telling her mom).

So here they were on a real date, flowers on the table, music playing softly. And even though Becky told him to bring condoms, and even though he could hardly wait to be naked with this beautiful woman, he could help but wonder what Becky was wearing underneath that black dress, hoping for just that one look. . . .

JJ