Chapter Four

Getting the cum off the table was easy, although she'd have to get rid of a splattered People magazine. The carpet was another story. It took several minutes of scrubbing before the only evidence of the erotic moment was a patch of wetness.

While she cleaned, Charles came down the stairs, quiet. His shirt was long enough that it covered his penis completely, but he walked gingerly, obviously afraid that he might flash her. As if he hadn't just done that and much more. Linda thought he might sit down on the couch or a chair, but he simply stood there, watching her clean.

Not that she blamed him. She was on her knees, scrubbing a floor, after all. Her shirt didn't allow for any revealing cleavage, but her free breasts wobbled substantially as she worked, and her butt, barely covered by her tiny shorts, stuck out into the air.

Conscious of the kid watching her, Linda exaggerated her movements and raised her rear end even higher.

Mess clean, Linda stood and, smiling sweetly at Charles -he smiled weakly back-she deposited the cleaning material back into the kitchen and went upstairs to find something for the kid to wear.

Nothing from HER side of the closet, obviously. He wouldn't appreciate being put into girl clothes, even if they would fit him better than anything Matt owned. Settling for some sweat pants with a draw string, Linda went downstairs and proffered the pants to Charles, who now sat on the couch, legs together, actually twiddling his thumbs.

He took the pants and put them on, still seated. In the instant that Charles lifted his legs to slip on the pants, Linda caught a glimpse of his soft penis. Only about three inches long, Linda couldn't help but note how... adorable it was. What would it feel like to have that thing in her mouth, growing into the hard dick she'd seen earlier?

Shaking the thought from her head, Linda set about washing Charles' clothes and fixing a couple sandwiches. The sound of Bailey mowing the lawn filtered into the house, but all else was quiet. She and Charles didn't talk until Linda was about halfway done eating her sandwich.

"You really don't need to be embarrassed," she said. He'd hardly looked at her since cumming.

I hope this hasn't scarred him for life, Linda thought.

"Okay," was his only response.

Thinking frantically how she could put Charles' mind at ease, Linda ate. Her body conflicted with her mind. She wanted him to feel better, but she also really, really wanted to have her own orgasm. She almost NEEDED it.

Maybe she could do both?

Linda took a deep breath, steeling herself.

"So, do you want to watch something with me while your clothes get ready?"

"Sure."

A few minutes later, they were in the living room. They sat on the large, plush couch opposite of her laptop, which was placed on the coffee table in front of them. Charles sat as far away from Linda as possible, still not looking at her. She wondered briefly if Charles was still embarrassed or just didn't want to be caught ogling. Linda's nipples had softened and no longer poked out of her shirt, but the shape of her breasts was quite visible. Her tiny shorts had pushed up, revealing the entirety of her legs... and the still-damp spot on her crotch.

Linda made no move to cover up. And instead of opening her laptop, she asked a question, heart speeding up again at the thought of what she was about to do.

"So do you have a girlfriend?"

Glancing at her with an "are you crazy?" look, Charles shook his head. "No one would go out with me."

"I would," Linda said, putting her hand on his leg.

"You're... taken."

Feeling him tense at her touch, she scooted closer. "Yeah, but if I WASN'T taken, I'd totally go out with you."

"I'm way younger than you."

He squirmed a little at her proximity, but didn't try to move farther away. Linda took this as a good sign.

"Age is just a number, right? Besides, I'm not THAT old."

He gaped at her. "I... I didn't mean you were OLD."

She laughed and punched him lightly on the shoulder, scooting yet closer. "I'm just giving you a hard time, silly." After a few moments of silence, she smiled slyly at him and continued. "So, you like older women?"

"I... I guess? I just like girls in general, I think."

"What kind of girls, though? Blonde, brunette, ginger, black hair?" He looked back at her with an "I don't know?" expression. "No hair??"

He smiled a little, and it warmed Linda's heart. She was getting through to him.

"I like longer hair, I guess. And any color, really, as long as she's pretty." Charles blushed. "Sorry, that sounds way shallow."

"Not at all. We're talking about PHYSICAL attraction right now, nothing more." She brushed her dark, shoulder-length hair back from where it had fallen in front of her face.

Smiling again, Linda licked her lips and turned toward the coffee table, opening her laptop and unlocking it with her password. After opening Google, she considered what she was going to search for. Finally, she settled on "Hot girl with long hair."

Navigating to the images section of the search engine, Linda chuckled.

"Now THAT is a lot of beauty," she said, glancing over to Charles. The kid stared at the screen, features blank. None of the girls were showing much skin, but it was obvious that he was a bit overwhelmed. "If you could choose any one of these girls to be your girlfriend, which one would you choose?"

"I... I don't know," he stammered. But he also looked at her and smiled sheepishly.

"Oh, come on," she pressed, nudging him with her elbow. "Which one do you think is the hottest?"

Brian looked back at the screen, furrowing his brow and absently rubbing his knees. Swallowing, he pointed at the screen and simply said, "Her."

The girl in question was young, with long, blonde, curly hair. She smiled sweetly at the camera, her green eyes mischievous.

"She's not very... busty," Linda said. "But she's definitely hot in that 'girl next door' sort of way. Let's see here...."

She thought for a moment and then typed, "young girl with long blonde hair and small boobs."

Linda heard Charles's breath catch and she looked over at the stunned kid, smiling.

Her search filter was off, meaning that mature images wouldn't be blocked; several of the women on the screen were topless or fully nude Charles squirmed, not blinking. His hand hovered toward his crotch as if magnetized; he obviously had experience with porn and knew what to do with his penis while looking at it. But Charles must have remembered that he was with company and brought his hand down onto his leg. It looked like this decision was almost physically painful.

Linda bit her lip to stop from laughing. Not that she had any room to judge Charles; she was super horny too. It wasn't the naked girls that turned Linda on, even though most of them were gorgeous. It was that she was sharing these photos with a kid who was obviously turned on by them. Her nipples hardened almost immediately.

"So which of THESE do you like best?"

He didn't look at her. Instead, Charles leaned forward, shaking, obviously trying to cover the tent that was forming in his pants. He licked his lips. Eventually, he pointed.

"But this girl is the only one with brown hair!" Linda said with fake exasperation. "I thought you liked blondes!"

He chuckled nervously and widened his eyes when Linda clicked on the picture to enlarge it. The woman was again young, and her breasts were quite small, but there the resemblance to his last ***********ion ended. She looked at the camera with dark brown eyes, a stunned smile on her lips, cheeks red either from excitement or embarrassment. Her stiff nipples were light in color, and she had one hand covering her crotch, the other palm out toward the camera. The girl was outside somewhere, maybe at a park. She was obviously streaking.

"So now you're into brunettes?" Linda asked after several seconds had passed. Charles hadn't blinked.

"Well, yeah, I... I guess. I told you, I'm not that picky about hair color."

"Hmm," Linda said, tapping her finger to her lips absently. She typed several different things into the search engine, but nothing was coming up with two naked girls, one with blonde hair and one with brown. Many of the images showed couples, both straight and lesbian, having sex. The sight of hot, naked men served to turn Linda on further.

Finally, out of frustration, Linda typed, "lots of naked girls."

Charles' eyes widened even further as images flooded the screen. Many of the groups of women were naturalists, several were shots of parties turned orgies, and some were just shots of multiple porn stars. All sorts of girls were represented. Most were at least pretty, of course, and large breasts were common. Some were in the process of a sex act, either with another woman or with a man, or sometimes even both at the same time.

Linda's leg shook. Her mouth was dry. She watched Charles squirm, her eyes lingering on his crotch when he looked over to her; let him see her seeing him.

"So it looks like multiple girls are a turn on for you," Linda said, smirking. "Which picture do you like best?"

Charles immediately pointed at a group of showering girls. Linda suspected that this was professional pornography meant to look like it was amateur. The girls were all nude, of course, and all stunningly beautiful, their hair and bodies wet. One girl rubbed the small breasts of another playfully while their other three friends watched, laughing.

"Okay, showers," Linda muttered and typed "lots of girls taking a shower together."

When the screen loaded, Linda was surprised that most of the photos she saw were stills of the same video. Eight girls were showering together, and it looked like the event ended with a lesbian orgy. Charles's hand once again hovered toward his now-hard penis and this time didn't stop. He stuck the hand down his pants and stayed down there a little too long to just be a simple adjustment.

"Well," Linda said, cheerfully. "I think we found what we're going to watch! Come on."

They made their way toward the family room, where a 70' screen television dominated the west wall. A window showed bushes and the same parking lot and shed where the day's events had started.

"Give me just a minute," Linda said, glancing down at Chalres's tented pants. Fingers shaking a bit, she set up the TV to stream from her computer, found the full video of the eight girls showering together, and pushed the play icon.

"Sit," she said as the video began, sound a little louder than Linda was usually comfortable with. Charles sat on the large white couch opposite of the TV and Linda sat next to him.

The video started with the eight girls undressing in a locker room and as the girls began showering Linda spoke to Charles.

"You know, it's okay if you want to masturbate again."

He looked at her, eyes still wide. She shrugged.