Joe woke up Saturday morning with a knot of anticipation twisting in his gut. The text from Janie had come late Friday: "Yard early tomorrow? Then maybe some inside work. – J." He'd barely slept, his mind replaying the events of Wednesday—the long, torturous tease in the living room, her tits bare and bouncing as she knelt, the explosive release that had painted her face before she could even take him in her mouth. The image of her wiping his cum from her lips, tasting it with that sly smile, had haunted his dreams. He'd resisted jerking off, saving every bit of pent-up energy for whatever "inside work" meant.

He arrived at her house by 9 AM, the sun already climbing high, promising another scorcher. The mower hummed to life, and he made quick work of the lawn, his arms pumping with nervous energy. His thoughts were elsewhere—on Janie's body, her promises, the way she'd said "wait for the next part" like it was the next level in his game. As he finished the last row, she appeared on the back porch in a simple white tank top and yoga pants, her hair pulled into a messy bun, no makeup. She looked effortlessly sexy, like a mom who'd just rolled out of bed but knew exactly the effect she had.

"Good job, Joey," she called, waving him over with a glass of water. "Come cool off inside."

He parked the mower and followed her through the back door, the cool air hitting him. The house was quiet—her kids still away for the summer, no interruptions. They ended up in the kitchen again, but Janie didn't linger. "You've been patient," she said, her voice low and teasing as she took his hand. "Let's go upstairs. I think it's time for that next step."

Upstairs? Joe's heart raced. He'd never been beyond the ground floor. Her bedroom was at the end of the hall, a soft, feminine space with a king-sized bed covered in white sheets, sheer curtains filtering the morning light, and a faint scent of lavender. It felt intimate, forbidden—like stepping into her private world. She closed the door behind them, the click echoing in his ears.

"Sit," she said, pointing to the edge of the bed. He did, his shorts feeling too tight, his cock already stirring at the proximity. Janie stood in front of him, her tank top hugging her curves, nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. "Last time was all about the tease, building you up until you couldn't hold back. Today... I want to show you something. Teach you."

"Teach me?" Joe echoed, his voice cracking slightly. He was 18, but in moments like this, he felt like a kid again—eager, unsure, overwhelmed by her confidence.

She nodded, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "You've seen bits and pieces, Joey. My tits, a glimpse of my panties. But you haven't really seen me. Not up close. And I think it's time you learned what a woman's body is really like. What makes me feel good."

His mouth went dry. "Like... anatomy stuff?"

"Exactly." She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants and slid them down slowly, revealing simple cotton panties—white with a lace trim, a small damp spot already forming at the center. Joe's eyes locked there, his breath hitching. She stepped out of the pants, then peeled off her tank top, her breasts spilling free, full and natural, swaying as she moved. No bra today, her nipples hardening in the air-conditioned room.

Janie climbed onto the bed, propping herself up against the headboard with pillows, her legs bent at the knees but closed for now. "Come closer," she invited, patting the space beside her. Joe scooted up, sitting cross-legged facing her, his erection obvious but ignored for the moment. The bed dipped under his weight, bringing them inches apart. He could smell her—a mix of soap and arousal, heady and real.

"Okay, Joey," she began, her tone almost teacherly, though her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Ask me anything. I'll show you everything."

He blushed, his mind racing with questions he'd never voiced aloud. Porn had given him ideas, but this was different—real, interactive. "Uh... can I see... all of you?"

She laughed softly, not mocking, but encouraging. "Of course." With deliberate slowness, she hooked her fingers into her panties and slid them down her thighs, lifting her hips to pull them off completely. Joe stared, transfixed, as she revealed herself fully. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, a soft patch of dark hair above smooth lips that glistened slightly. She tossed the panties aside and spread her legs wide, knees falling open like a book, exposing everything.

Joe's cock throbbed painfully in his shorts, but he didn't dare touch himself yet. "Wow," he whispered, leaning in closer, his face just a foot away. He could see the pink folds, the hood of her clit peeking out, the slight sheen of wetness. It was more detailed, more beautiful than any video.

"Watch closely," she said, her voice husky now. "I'll show you how I touch myself. Learn from that."

Janie reached down with one hand, using her fingers to gently part her outer lips. "This is my labia majora—the outer lips. And inside, the labia minora." She traced them lightly, her touch feather-soft at first, circling the edges with a single fingertip. Her body responded immediately, a soft sigh escaping her lips as her hips shifted subtly. "They're sensitive, especially when I'm aroused. Like now. See how they swell?"

Joe nodded, mesmerized, his eyes glued to every movement. "Why are you... wet already?"

"Because thinking about you watching me like this excites me," she confessed, her cheeks flushing a little. It was vulnerable, making her seem more approachable. "Arousal makes everything slicker, easier. It's natural lubrication." She dipped her finger into the wetness pooling at her entrance, spreading it upward along her inner lips, making them glisten more. The slick sound was faint but audible, heightening the intimacy.

He leaned even closer, his breath warm on her skin, making her shiver. "And that?" He pointed tentatively to the small nub at the top.

"My clit," she said, hovering her fingertip over it without touching yet. "It's like the head of your cock—super sensitive. Most of my pleasure comes from here. But I build up to it; direct touch too soon can be too much." She finally made contact, a light tap that made her gasp softly, her thighs tensing for a moment. Then, she began circling it gently, slow orbits that grew firmer with each pass. Her breathing deepened, chest rising and falling, nipples peaking harder.

Joe watched as her clit swelled under the attention, emerging more from its hood. "Does it feel better than... inside?"

"Both are good, but different. Let me show you." She trailed her finger lower, teasing the entrance to her vagina—the opening slick and inviting. "This is where penetration happens, but for masturbation, I like to tease first." She circled the rim, dipping just the tip of her finger in and out shallowly, her hips rocking ever so slightly. Wetness coated her digit, and she brought it back up to her clit, using the lubrication to glide smoother.

Questions tumbled out shyly from Joe. "How deep does it go?"

"About 3-4 inches on average, but it can stretch and feel deeper when aroused." She pushed her finger in slowly now, inch by inch, up to the knuckle, then paused, letting him see how her pussy gripped it. "See this? I'm curling it upward inside." Her body arched slightly, a moan building in her throat. "That's the G-spot. It's textured, spongy. Pressing it feels... full, intense."

He was rock-hard now, pre-cum soaking his boxers, but the lesson held him captive. "Do all girls... look like this?"

"No, everyone's different—shapes, colors, sizes. That's what makes it special." She added a second finger now, pumping them in and out at a languid pace, the slick sounds growing louder, more rhythmic. Her free hand moved to her breast, kneading it gently, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger. Moans grew softer at first, then more insistent, her hips undulating against her hand.

"Ask more, Joey," she breathed, her voice thicker. "It turns me on having you watch so closely."

"Uh... what about orgasms? How do you know when it's coming?"

"It builds—like a wave. Tingling starts here," she tapped her clit lightly, gasping, "then spreads. Muscles tighten, warmth floods my belly." Her fingers moved faster now, alternating between deep thrusts inside and rapid circles on her clit. She switched hands occasionally, using the wet one to pinch her other nipple, leaving trails of her arousal on her skin. "Sometimes I edge—get close and slow down—to make it stronger."

Joe's face was inches from her pussy, watching every detail—the way her lips parted and clung to her fingers, the clit throbbing visibly under her touch, beads of sweat forming on her inner thighs. He could smell her musk stronger now, intoxicating, feminine. "Can I... see you cum?"

"Yes," she gasped, her eyes locking on his, half-lidded with pleasure. "Watch... it's building now."

She focused intently, her movements precise yet urgent. Two fingers plunged deep, curling against her G-spot with each thrust, while her other hand blurred over her clit in tight, frantic circles. Her breaths came in short pants, body tensing—thighs quivering, abs contracting. "Joey... feels so good... your eyes on me... oh god..." A flush crept up her chest, nipples diamond-hard. Her hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the friction, the bed creaking softly.

The buildup was agonizingly drawn out; she edged once, slowing her fingers to languid strokes, whimpering as the peak receded, only to ramp up again. "See how my clit swells more? How wet I get?" A fresh gush coated her hand, dripping down to her ass. She moaned louder, unrestrained now, her free hand gripping the sheets. "It's coming... tight... so tight..."

Then, it hit. Her body arched off the pillows, a cry tearing from her throat—"Joey! Fuck... yes!"—as her pussy clenched visibly around her fingers, rhythmic pulses squeezing them tight. Waves of pleasure rippled through her, hips grinding against her hand, a squirt of clear fluid escaping with the intensity. Her clit throbbed under her fingertips, entire body shuddering in ecstasy. Moans devolved into whimpers as she rode it out, slowing gradually, fingers still buried deep until the last tremor faded.

Joe was breathless, his cock aching. "That was... amazing."

Janie pulled her fingers out, shiny and wet, holding them up but licking them clean herself, moaning softly. "Glad you enjoyed the show. Now... I see you're hard as a rock. Want to take care of that?"

He nodded eagerly, his hand moving to his shorts. "Can I... on you?"

She smiled wickedly, lying back fully, her body still flushed. "Yes. On my belly. Show me how you do it."

Joe freed his cock, stroking slowly at first, eyes roaming her naked form—tits heaving, pussy still glistening. The sight fueled him, his pace quickening. Janie watched, her hand tracing lazy circles on her stomach. "Faster, Joey. Cum for me."

He groaned, the pressure building fast after the visual feast. With a gasp, he erupted—thick ropes shooting onto her belly, warm and sticky. A few stray spurts went higher, landing on her tits, one hitting her nipple. She moaned at the sensation, smearing it lightly with her fingers.

"Perfect," she purred, as he collapsed beside her, spent.

They lay there, her marked by him, whispering. She didn't wipe it off immediately, letting it dry as a reminder. "Next time, level four."