The very next day, I raided my cash jar and rode out on my bike in search of a drugstore. I’d ridden a bit around our neighborhood — enough to find a few people who looked like they’d be willing to do yard work. I’d discovered a couple of people to hire me, and that just outside our subdivision there was a small strip mall
It was a mile or two from my house via the twisty roads of our development, but I didn’t mind the ride. For the first time in my life, I was really feeling like I was in shape and things were going my way. My old school hadn’t been so wonderful that I regretted leaving it behind. One or two friends, sure, but that was it. And well, Janet and the prospect of getting laid wiped out any negative feelings I might have had.
The strip mall turned out to be pretty typical. It had a chain grocery store on one end, a dry cleaner, a pizza place, a Chinese place, and a mom and pop drugstore on the other end. I found the condoms stuck in a private area in a little cubbyhole near the back. There were several kinds, and I had no idea what I needed. I settled on some generic Trojans with “spermicidal lubricant” because they came in the biggest box at the best price.
The only bit of awkwardness was that the register was worked by a cute girl about my age. I added some breath mints and an ace bandage to the mix, as though that would cover for what I was buying. She blushed a bit as I got the box, but didn’t say anything. I paid, walked out, let out a huge sigh of relief, and rode home as fast as I could.
No one was home when I got there, so at least my little sister wouldn’t know (and tell) what I’d bought. I stashed the condoms in my sock drawer, and put the ace bandage in the bathroom. And since no one was around, I lay in my bed and thought about Janet with my hand around my cock. Her blowjob had felt like nothing I’d ever imagined. How different would it feel to finally fuck? That line of thought drove me quickly to orgasm, and afterwards, I lay in bed, just being comfortable and planning my week.
I wound up having a couple of people to do yard work for. Those jobs were more complicated than Janets, and therefore I could charge more. I was also getting real money this time. That kept me busy for a couple of days, and I spent some time pounding the pavement looking for more people. In Charlotte it took me a few weeks to get recommendations, but eventually people were calling me until I was turning them away. Hopefully by the end of June I’d have a full slate.
Eventually it was time to do Janet’s yard again. I mowed ours and then hers, and knocked on her kitchen door. She answered with a smile on her face. “Hi Brian! I’ve got a couple of friends over who want to hear about your prices. So you should head home and shower, and then come over to talk to them about it. “And, you know, have some lemonade.”
“Sure thing, Mrs. Cooke,” I said. She winked at me and I knew I’d said the right thing. I headed home, got clean, and got dressed in comfortable clean clothes. I put my price sheets in one pocket, and pulled a ribbon of condoms out and put them in the other. I was, as the scout say, “being prepared.”
Janet was sitting at the breakfast nook when I got back. She handed me a lemonade and had me sit down. Two other women were also sitting there. They were a bit older than Janet, but not by much. One was a brunette who had a few smile lines around her eyes. Her hair was long and styled nicely. The other was a blonde with straight hair looked to be between the other two in age. “Brian,” Janet said. “These are Mrs. King and Mrs. Minor. Betty, Nancy, this is Brian Erhard. He’s been doing my lawn work, and is looking for more, right?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I drank a bit. “Thanks for the lemonade,” I said, remembering my manners.
“Why are you just now looking for business?” Mrs. King, the brunette, asked.
I looked at her, she was thin, except for her breasts which were nice. She looked like the kind of person who worked out to keep in shape. Admittedly, it was difficult to focus, as my cock was hard and I just hoped no one noticed. All I could think about was Janet, and the condoms in my pocket. They felt like they were on fire in my pocket. “We just moved here,” I said. “I had some clients in Charlotte, but Dad got a new job, so we’re here.”
“Oh, you moved into the Petersons’ place,” Mrs. Minor said. “I wondered who bought that,” she said. She smiled at me. She was tiny, and couldn’t have been much bigger than my sister, Amy. “What do you charge?”
“I’ve got some rate sheets,” I said. I’d written them out carefully and had Dad xerox them for me at work. I pulled out the folded sheets and handed them to the two women. While they looked it over, Janet ran her hand over my thigh, lightly brushing it with her fingertips. I felt my cock twitch and press against my shorts.
They looked them over and Mrs. King looked at Janet. “He does a good job?”
“So far,” she said. Her hand slipped over my thigh and between my legs. She briefly squeezed my cock. “This was his second week, so I’m still learning all that he can do.”
“Are you free tomorrow?” she asked.
It took me a second to realize she was talking to me, but Janet squeezed my cock hard, and I jerked. “Uh, yes ma’am.”. We settled on a time for me to come by and look at her lawn, and if we agreed to mow it. Mrs. Minor was slower to answer.
“I have to check with Charlie,” she said. “He’s my husband. You can take care of flower beds, though?”
“I understand that,” I said. “But I can do flower beds, mowing, weeding, I even took care of someone’s vegetable garden. If you make up your mind, my number’s on the sheet.” I’d scratched out the Charlotte number and written the new one in blue ink.
Janet smiled at them. “Well, that reminds me that I wanted to talk to Brian about taking care of my beds, so if you two ladies have what you need?”
Mrs. King smiled as she stood.. “I do. I’ll see you tomorrow Brian.”
“Nine AM sharp,” I said.
Mrs. Minor followed suit, and the ladies left out the back door, thankfully not offering to shake my hand, as there was no way I could politely stand at the time.
“You have condoms this week?” she asked. I nodded, and she took me by the hand. “Good, I’ve got a bed for you to look at. Well, more like a couch, but it’s certainly big enough and soft enough. Or hard,” she said, squeezing my cock with her free hand.
She led me downstairs, back to where we’d been last week. She turned to me. “Sorry for teasing you like that, but I knew you’d need the business. If only to buy condoms.” I laughed at that. Janet turned to me and undid the top button of her sundress. She pushed the shoulder straps off and shimmied a bit. I admit I watched the way her breasts moved as she did it, and the next thing I knew, she was standing in front of me naked. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’m sure you’re ready to blow after all that.”
She sank to her knees in front of me, and reached out to my shorts, She patted my pockets, and on hearing the crinkling sound of the condom wrappers, reached in and pulled them out. I’d just pulled them out of the box, so a string of six came out. “Goody,” she said, and set them down on the table next to her. She wrapped her fingers around the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down carefully, letting my hardon bounce out. She oohed a bit and smiled up at me. “I’ve missed him,” she said. I was going to respond, but then she swallowed me whole, and I had no more words.
She rocked back and forth several times, then swallowed me whole again. I felt her tongue on my balls, and then she was rocking back and forth. I just stood there, not sure what to do with my hands. At one point, I pulled off my shirt, but it was kind of awkward. I finally just ran my hands through her hair and she moaned when I did it. I was afraid to do much more than that, but it didn’t matter — it wasn’t long before I was close to coming.
She must have known because she pulled back and looked up at me. “Give it to me, Brian,” she said. “Come in my mouth.” Then she swallowed me again, and began doing something that felt like she was jacking me off, and then I was coming down her throat. She swallowed and swallowed, and then went back to her earlier pattern. I never really went limp, I just felt the release, and then she was getting me hard again.
A few minutes later, she stood up and kissed me. My hands found her breasts, and squeezed and teased them. “I don’t need foreplay today,” she said. She reached over, grabbed a condom and tore it open with her teeth. She pulled it out and rolled it on my cock. She walked over to the couch and lay down on her back, her legs splayed wide.
I didn’t have to ask what she wanted, so I climbed between her legs. I was still nervous, but I figured this couldn’t be that difficult. As I slid forward, she took the head of my cock and aimed it for her pussy, and then I pushed forward into her warm, wet, inviting self. I just sat there for a moment. I’d never felt anything like it. I smiled down at her, and leaned forward, and kissed her again. “That’s amazing, Janet. You’re amazing.”
She smiled at me. “It’s even better if you move.”
I laughed and slid back out of her, and back in again. I could feel her touch as it rode up and down my cock, and she was right. Being inside of her was a wonderful feeling, but this was even better. I listened to the noises she was making, and tried to adjust to what she wanted, but she looked up at me. “Don’t worry about me today, Brian,” she said. “I want you to fuck me, and fuck me hard. It’s your first time, right?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Well take your pleasure,” she said. “We have all summer to experiment.”
I slid in and out of her, looking down. I took one of her breasts in my hand, and squeezed it. She closed her eyes, and arched back, so I took the other one in my other hand. “Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
I let myself go. I’m not sure I could have held onto myself at that point really. She was beautiful and she wanted it. I had her huge breasts in my hands, and my cock in her pussy and that was all it was for me. It wasn’t elegant, it wasn’t skilled, but it was primal. And that’s what she wanted, I know. To be in control of something primal — the lust of a fifteen year old boy.
The mostly insatiable lust of a fifteen year old boy.
I fucked her hard and fast and long that day. I pounded into her and squeezed her breasts, and she squirmed beneath me and came on my cock. It seemed like I fucked her forever, like we’d always be fucking, but eventually I felt my orgasm rise up. I fucked her faster, and squeezed her breasts harder, and she urged me on. Her legs wrapped around me pushing me onward — harder and faster and deeper. Finally I thrust into her one last time, and shuddered above her, my come filling up the condom and my release taking all the energy out of me.
I collapsed on top of her and we kissed. “You need to pull out,” she said. “Condom, hold it as you pull.” I held it in place and pulled out of her. I rolled it off, and she handed me a tissue to wrap it up in.
“Take the condom wrapper, too,” she said. “Dennis will flip if he finds that.” I gathered that up and she motioned me over. She licked me clean. “Thank you,” she said.
I had come well enough that I wasn’t actually hard again. “No, thank you,” I said.
She laughed and posed for me. “Same time next week?”
“Looking forward to it already,” I said.
I got dressed, and slipped out of her house. I was hard again when I got home, but I had good memories to masturbate by now. It was going to be hard to wait a whole week. But it would be worth it.
In fact, we worked into a regular weekly schedule. She taught me a lot about pleasing women, but particularly her. I gained a lot of confidence, too. A part of me couldn’t conceive that what we were doing might be wrong, since it made us both feel so good. In a way, what I was doing wasn’t wrong — Janet had made the choice to seduce me and cheat on her husband. But I couldn’t believe ill of her. For I had done more than start falling for her; I’d already fell and hard.
And when I discovered what was going on with her husband, it just cemented my feelings for her.