Chapter Three

Back to Linda and Charles....

After he took a sip, she sat down on the recliner across from him, legs up against her chest. It had been a while since she'd seriously flirted with anyone, and she knew that she was probably doing this like a club to the head, but she was so horny she couldn't be very subtle. Of course, the idea was to make him think she was covering her breasts with her legs while giving him a great view of her camel toe. Maybe even a peek of pussy lip or hair, if the shorts rode up high enough.

As expected, Charles' eyes locked on her crotch and he froze in mid drink. But obviously thinking the display was unintentional, he tried to act casual.

"How long have you been doing that?" Linda asked, motioning her head toward the direction of the church shed.

"I've never done it there before," Charles answered, and Linda was happy to find that their earlier laughter had done a lot in easing the boy's tension.

"Well, I probably would have seen you if you had," she said, giggling. "I mean... how long have you been, you know... masturbating?"

He blushed. "A couple of years now. I played with myself a little before that, but, yeah...."

"Well, it really IS okay." Linda adjusted herself, spreading her legs briefly and closing them again, feeling her shorts digs further up into her crotch. "I know it feels SO good and relieves tension. Plus, for guys it gets rid of... fluid. So, really, it's a win win win. But why are you doing it outside, for Pete's sake?"

They laughed for a few seconds, and he dropped his eyes from her privates to the floor.

"Well, a couple of months ago I was in my house... you know... without clothes, just relaxing, when I saw these two girls across the street looking at me. I kind of freaked out and ran away, up the stairs, but when I looked outside, they were gone. So I knelt up on a table to look around more and all a sudden I saw them waving at me, in the window across the street, giving me thumbs up."

Linda raised her eyebrows and Charles glanced at her pussy again. It was starting to tingle and she thought that her shorts might be getting damp.

"Well, they obviously wanted to see me, so I stayed. Then they showed me their..." he swallowed, looking briefly toward her leg-covered breasts "...their chests. And I ... couldn't help myself. I started to... to do that, and went all over the window. I kind of just ran away."

He swallowed again and looked up into her eyes. "Ever since then I've been wanting to do it ALL the time. I've been doing it in more and more dangerous places, because of the thrill, you know? But you're the first person to catch me. I really am sorry."

Linda smiled coyly. "Again, don't be sorry. It really didn't upset me. I actually thought it was kind of... cute. And you're very handsome, you know."

Charles blushed even more furiously than before.

"Doesn't that hurt?" she asked after a moment of silence, pointing to the mound in his pants.

"Yeah, kinda," he mumbled.

"You can adjust it, you know."

"But it... it sticks up out of my pants a little."

"No one who sees will mind. Besides, your shirt will cover it."

"Oh." He stuck his hands down his pants and fished around for a second. When he brought it back out, the lump was markedly smaller, although longer. His shirt did indeed hide whatever might be otherwise visible.

"Is it really long enough to come out of your pants?" Linda asked, heart speeding up.

"Yeah."

Knowing that everything she had done up to this point could be explained away, Linda took a deep breath and said, "I don't believe you! It can't still be that hard. Lift up your shirt."

Charles stared into her eyes for a moment before grinning shyly and lifting up his shirt. Indeed, about a half an inch of penis head stuck up out of his pants, although that probably wouldn't have been the case if he'd been standing up.

Linda leaned back in her chair and giggled for a minute, Charles joining her as he dropped his shirt back down.

"So you never answered my first question," Linda said after another few moments of awkward silence.

"Which one?"

"Were you satisfied?"

Her mouth went dry as he pondered what to say. She wondered if the kid was scared, since she was his Sunday School teacher, but he had already opened up quite a bit to her, far more than she would have opened up to someone like her at his age.

"No, that truck scared me away," Charles finally responded.

"Well, that thing probably isn't going to go down until you finish, you know," she said, pointing at his penis. He nodded. "And I REALLY wouldn't recommend walking home like that."

Linda and Charles both giggled again. Here goes nothing, she thought.

"You can finish here. If you want."

"Like... in the bathroom?"

He looked at her pussy again.

She shrugged, folding her legs under her and putting her hands on her knees. The teen's eyes went from her now spread legs, to her hard nipples, to her face. Linda looked down briefly. Her wet crotch had created a small front-wedgy.

"Anywhere you'd like," she answered.

Charles swallowed and Linda smiled shakily. Her heart went into overtime.

For a long while, the kid just stared at her, straight in the eyes, and she stared back. Neither of them blinked. Slowly, like he was about to pet a cobra, Charles reached his hand down and raised his shirt up, once again revealing the tip of his penis. He kept the shirt up with his left hand and awkwardly pulled down his pants and underwear with his right.

Linda, breathing hard, stared at the young, circumcised penis in front of her. Although there was a hint of veins throbbing under the skin, the member was smoother than any other hard penis she'd seen. The thin hair on his tight ball sack was dark brown and no longer than an inch. When Charles bent over to pull his pants and underwear down to his ankles, a small bead of pre-cum squeezed out of the tip of his penis.

I can't believe this is happening, Linda thought, thumbs rubbing her legs nervously.

Holding his shirt up with one hand, Charles grabbed his shaft with the other.

"Are... are you sure about this? I... might make a mess."

"Don't move," Linda said, bouncing up from her chair and virtually running the short distance to her kitchen. She grabbed a handful of napkins and rushed back into the living room, holding them out to Charles and feasting on the view of his young dick, even though it was mostly covered by his hand. He'd really not moved, just as instructed.He took the napkins with the hand that had been holding his shirt, letting the fabric fall over his privates. Linda sat in her previous position, while Charles tried to figure out a way to hold his shirt up, hold his dick, and hold the napkins all at the same time. Letting out an exasperated grunt, he eventually just whipped the shirt off over his head, revealing a hairless, skinny chest with small nipples.

Now mostly naked, Charles looked back at Linda. He was shivering.

"Are you cold?"

"No," he replied, "Just... nervous, I guess?"

"Nothing to be afraid of. I've already seen this, remember? Just enjoy yourself. Close your eyes if you need to."

He nodded and took a rattling breath, but he didn't close his eyes. Instead, he continued to stare at Linda. The fact that he was looking at her eyes instead of her breasts or crotch served only to heighten Linda's sexual tension, and she was tempted to just rip off her clothes and fuck the kid right there on the couch. But, no, that would be going too far.

Swallowing, Charles finally began to stroke his penis up and down. More pre-cum oozed out of him, drizzling down his shaft and onto his hand, lubricating. Linda watched, faint from the blood rushing through her veins. His skin moved up and down slightly, and as the pumping became more pronounced it would momentarily cover the penis head completely, only to reveal it completely again, glistening with clear liquid.

Her hands itched to find her clit, but that would also be going too far. She'd have to be satisfied with keeping these images in her head, so she could relive them once Charles had left. What she wouldn't give to have her phone on hand to record this.

Charles' mouth parted, and his eyes strayed down to Linda's body, his jacking off speeding up even more. His butt muscles were causing his hips to thrust forward, getting into rhythm with his hand.

He's not going to last long, Linda thought.

And that's when the doorbell rang.

Squeaking, Linda jumped up off her chair, intent on telling whoever was at the door to go away. She bolted toward the door, only partially conscious of the fact that her nipples were pointing out of her shirt and that the crotch of her shorts were almost dripping wet.

Opening the door a crack, Linda was about to say, "Not interested!" but the words died on her lips.

A girl slightly older than Charles stood on the doorstep, brunette hair pulled back into a small ponytail. She wore grungy clothes that hid any curves she might have. It was Bailey. Linda knew her from church; the girl was in a class above Charles.

"Oh, crap," Linda said, her voice shaking. "Hi Bailey, I totally forgot that you were coming."

"Is... is now not a good time?" the girl asked, and Linda became conscious of gasping sounds coming from the couch behind her. Bailey tried to look past her teacher, obviously wondering what that sound was.

Blocking the doorway with her body as much as possible, and causing her left breast to squish out of the door, Linda shook her head. "No. No, it's fine. The lawn mower is in the garage. The code is just 4123. I really appreciate your help, Bailey. Thanks!"

And she closed the door.

Taking a deep breath, and trying to forget Bailey's stunned expression, she turned around. The poor girl had gotten quite the look at the shape of her teacher's left nipple.

Hearing Bailey open the garage door, Linda blinked, trying to take in the scene in front of her. Charles, still mostly naked, sat on the couch, leaning back with eyes closed, breathing hard. His right hand was wrapped around the shaft of his penis, and a great deal of white cum covered his fingers. Some still leaked out of the tip, but his orgasm was obviously complete; the kid was in quite the afterglow.

She had missed his orgasm.

The napkins in Charles' other hand were squished, but completely clean.

Mouth open, Linda traced her eyes over a string of cum that ran in a straight line from Charles' pants, across her blue carpet, and onto the small coffee table a couple feet away from the couch.

"Oh crap," Charles gasped, and she saw him noticing his mess. "I totally forgot about the napkins. I... I'm so sorry, Linda!"

She shrugged, still stunned, and noticed that, with the release of his sexual tension, Charles seemed extremely embarrassed. He looked from the cum on her carpet and table to the cum on his pants and underwear, face red.

Linda couldn't care less about the mess. She had missed Charles' orgasm! She was so horny that it was almost impossible to think clearly.

"You can't go home like that," she said softly, and he shook his head in agreement. "How about you go upstairs and clean off in the bathroom. Leave your dirty clothes here. I'll throw them in the washer and we'll get them clean. You sure you're not going to be expected at home?"

"Yeah, no one will be there until tonight."And Charles carefully began to remove his socks, shoes, pants and underwear.

Linda watched in silence for a while, still standing in the same place, unable to believe that this had just happened in her living room. The smell of sex registered to her brain. Her tingling pussy wanted to be rubbed so bad that her legs twitched, making walking a dangerous aspect.

"I'd take you home, but the car isn't here." Matt had it, but she didn't want to say her husband's name to Charles right now. Linda also didn't mention that Charles' home was within walking distance. "I'll make us some lunch while the clothes are washing. And... after I clean up... that." She pointed.

"Okay."

Grabbing his shirt, Charles stood up, softening penis wobbling back and forth. He walked halfway across the room before turning around and catching Linda in the act of looking at his young butt.

"I... don't have any pants?"

"I'll get you something," Linda said, tearing her eyes away from Charles' penis.

He nodded and made his way up the stairs, butt cheeks flexing.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Linda swallowed, throat dry. Without Charles in the room, she felt confident enough to walk, so she moved toward the kitchen, trying to think of where her cleaners were. Rummaging in the cupboard beneath her sink, she found carpet cleaner and a sponge. Remembering the cum on her coffee table, she also grabbed some hard-surface cleaner.

Standing, she went back to the living room and stared at the mess for a little longer before kneeling. The smell of cum was still strong.

There was CUM on the carpet of her living room. The cum of a guy who hardly needed to shave every week, let alone every day. How hot was that?

Linda looked toward the stairs, hearing the water run as Charles cleaned up. She figured he wouldn't come down within the next few seconds. Before she could convince herself not to, Linda put a finger on her coffee table and swiped up some drying cum. The finger went into her mouth.

It had been years since she'd tasted cum. Matt typically stayed with the traditional "it all goes in the vagina" idea. Their first few months of marriage had been different, but that seemed a very long time ago.Closing her eyes, Linda twirled her tongue around her finger and swallowed. The water upstairs turned off and she quickly pulled her finger out of her mouth, squirting cleaner onto the mess.