The day Gail had been looking forward to for nearly three years was at hand.
She wanted to fuck her landlady’s son, Chris. Gail had her eyes on Chris since she moved into the upstairs apartment of his mother’s home. But Chris was just 16 years old then, so Gail had to wait until he was legal. Well, Chris turned 18 just two days ago.
Professor Harris, Chris’ mom, was throwing a birthday party for her son. Gail and her roommate, Wendy, had been included on the guest list. Most of the party goers were Chris’ friends from high school. There were a few adult family members in attendance. One other guest was a strikingly beautiful auburn haired woman from Chicago. The beauty’s name was Gayle (note the spelling) and a college friend of Professor Harris’.
Since the party was really a teen affair there were no hard drinks available. So Gail and Wendy sipped soft drinks at the picnic table under an elm tree chatting with Gayle and Professor Harris’ sister-in-law. Gail was watching Chris and his friends while lending half an ear to the table conversation.
Gail noticed a cute girl that was showing Chris a lot of attention. Gail learned that girl’s name was Joy and the girlfriend of Greg, Chris’ best friend and football teammate. She may have been Greg’s girlfriend but she managed to be next to or near Chris whenever possible. That and the fact that she laughed at all of Chris’ jokes, funny or not, meant that she must have a schoolgirl crush on her boyfriend’s best bud. A complicated situation to say the least.
Gail did not understand what any girl saw in Greg. Yes, he was a star football player but he was also a bully and boorish and not at all attractive. Yes, he caught a lot of touchdown passes, but it was Chris who threw to him.
Near the end of the party Gail witnessed an argument between Greg and Joy. They were in the middle of the street and too far away to be heard. Greg shook a finger in Joy’s face and yelled something at her. Joy returned to the party as Greg jumped in his car and sped away, squealing tires. When Joy passed the picnic table, Gail observed no tears and what appeared to be a relieved look on her face. Gail figured that it would not be long before Joy had her hooks in Chris. Now Gail’s plan to make Chris into a great lover had to be accelerated.
The molding of Chris into a great lover of women could begin almost immediately. Professor Harris was leaving to attend a conference in Boston. She had a morning flight on Sunday. Chris would drive his mother and Gayle to the airport. Wendy would be with her visiting parents for most of Sunday. That left Chris and Gail alone in the house, Gail upstairs and Chris down stairs. Gail often let Chris take a peek at her tits. Gail knew when he was doing this but always pretended not to notice. So getting the boy (young man) upstairs was always easy.
When Chris returned from the airport, Gail was waiting. He parked to the car in the detached garage and headed for the back door. Gail put her head out the window and called down to him.
“Chris, I am all alone up here. Come up and have some lunch with me.”
“Sure.” He said also thinking that he might get a peek at Gail’s tits.
Little did he know that he was soon to see a lot more of Gail’s body.
“Good. Change out of that stuffy shirt and tie and come on up”
He was never allowed to go anywhere with his mother dressed casually. He didn’t have to be told. He couldn’t wait to don his gym shorts and T. Within minutes he was bounding up the steps two at a time. Gail greeted him in short shorts and a cutoff football jersey that barely covered her braless breasts. His eyes were all over her. Gail smiled.
“Have a seat.” Gail said as she put a plate with an egg salad sandwich on the small table.
Opening a bag of chips, Gail asked. “What are you drinking? Water? Diet Coke? Beer?”
“Diet Coke.”
“Beer it is.” Said Gail, as she put two glasses on the table. She opened a long neck and poured half in each glass.
“Help me with the beer, Sweetie. If you don’t drink half, I will have it all and I don’t want to do that.”
“Ok” Said Chris as he took probably his first sip of brew.
“Nice party, yesterday” said Gail. “Eighteen years old. Wow, you’re a man now, Chris or should I start calling you Christopher?”
“Chris is still okay.” He said with a blush.
“I noticed that Joy has a thing for you.”
“She’s Greg’s girlfriend.”
“Not anymore, I don’t think. Didn’t you see what happened when Greg left?”
“No, what?”
“You’ll find out soon enough. Besides you probably already have a girlfriend, right?”
No girl friend.”
“No girlfriend?” Said Gail in feigned incongruity. “Well, I know you’re not gay. You are always looking at my tits. You’re doing that now”
Chris looked up, his face reddening.
‘It’s okay, Chris. I like it when men look at my body. It lets me know that the time I spend in the gym is not wasted”
Gail was pleased when Chris’ expression changed as she included him in her observation of how men looked at her. The desired effect was achieved.
“Do you like my breasts, Chris? Would you like to touch them?
No answer.
“Here give me your hand.” Gail said as she took his hand with both of heir’s and pulled it toward her. He resisted, holding back.
“Relax, Chris, its okay, I want you to touch me.”
With that he allowed her to slip the hand under her jersey and onto her bare breast. When she let go of his hand he started to pull away.
“No, no, no Chris. Put it back.” Gail almost admonished as she redirected his hand. This time when she let go the hand remained unmoving. Boy did this boy need help.
“Here do this, Chris.” As she moved his hand in a circular motion allowing his palm to stimulate her nipple.
“Oh,oh .” Cried Chris jumping to his feet and turning for the door when Gail lightly touched the bulge in his gym shorts. Gail had anticipated this when she sat him at the table with her chair between him and the door.
Gail stood her ground with her back to the door and Chris’ only means of escape.
“Can’t stop now, Chris. You were making me feel so good with your touch.” “Now give me your hands.” Taking both of his hands and putting them under her jersey.
To give the boy confidence, Gail closed her eyes and feigned arousal. She moaned a little before opening her eyes.