AC - Sex Education

• issues

  • write kid-Helen into this? No... she doesn't reunite with Leta until she's 16.

  • characters

    • four women/wives visiting Leta

      • aunt linda

      • aunt judy

      • Bethany

      • ?? (one of them Leta?)

** Wedding Day

Zach was standing by a table of appetizers, wondering how long he had to stay at this wedding before he could bolt. It was his much older brother Matt's wedding, and while he was happy for him, he wasn't much for corney family jokes and drunk parents. Besides, he was only 18 and marriage was too far away a concept to take seriously.

Across the room he spotted the most stunning woman in attendance. Striking, more than supermodel tall, and dressed in a deep red plunge that left a playground of eye-candy for any man in-front or behind her. Trouble is, besides being ten-years his senior, she was also his aunt Leta and married to his mom's brother Bart. She was surrounded by three of the husbands shamelessly flirting and hanging on her every word. It wasn't a stretch to say that for men, seeing her was the highlight of family gatherings.

Zach watched her turn and laugh, her dress shifting for a moment. Even across the room, her ample breasts created tantalizing cleavage. Suddenly he wasn't in such a hurry to leave the party, at least not without a quick hello. You see Leta was always incredibly friendly to him and always gave really good hugs. Her 6'4" frame's seven-inch height advantage, her heels, and that loose fitting dress, were all sure to get him a moment of contact with the tits he so regularly fantasized about.

A hand slapped his back so hard he almost choked on his tongue and his punch. "Zach boy, where have you been hiding!" He'd recognize that voice anywhere. Even before he turned, he knew it was Leta's husband, his mom's brother Bart. The immense man dwarfed him. Not as tall as Leta, it wasn't Bart's height that was intimidating, but his massive muscles. Thick from years of weights and heavy work, Bart was not a man you'd want to get into a bar fight with. At least not in his better days. A few years back Bart had a terrible accident at the steel-mill that took one leg, and the solider between them. It made Zach cringe for just a second even as he thought about it. Ever since then, Bart had never been the same. It was hard to put a finger on, but he just didn't seem right in the head.

"So what are you? A senior now? You must be getting ready for college. Have a sweet little thing to give you a couple special parting high-school memories? You know a lady friend?" Zach was still coughing a little, trying to get the rest of the punch out of his lungs, as he shook his head. "Well then, a clean slate for college. Good man. Those were the days. Hell, what I wouldn't give to be you're age again, young beautiful women everywhere." Bart stood alongside Zach, put his arm dominantly over his shoulder, and stared across the room. "If you think Leta is hot now, you should have seen her when I met her. Twenty years old and as tight as the curves on my Mustang. She still has it though, doesn't she? What do you think, any of those schmucks man enough to take her for a ride?"

"Uhh. Sir? You mean to town, sir?" Despite his feigned ignorance, he knew exactly what kind of ride Bart was implying. Provocative images flashed through his mind. Leta. Younger, sexier, dressed in something suitably adolescent for his imagination. Some daisy dukes and a tank top. Her dragging one of those husbands away, to do whatever she'd do to him. He desperately tried to get his mind off it before he embarassed himself.

Bart roared with laughter. "You're a funny one Zach. Not to town, kid. To fuck the shit out of her." His strong arm pulled in close, and Bart whispered, as much as a huge muscle-bound man can whisper down to another man. "Let me tell you, that woman is a bear at home if she doesn't get a good fuck, and Lord knows I can't give it to her. Hell, I'm just lucky she's still with me." Bart let up his grip a bit and let go of the whisper as he looked back across the room. "Honestly kid, I expected her to bolt the minute I came home half a man. Every day since is a blessing." Bart straightened up, returning attention to the group around Leta. "No such luck today though. That's Pat, and Ken, and old Tommy. Their wives will have their nuts in a vice just for talkin' to her this long. What about you son? You man enough to take her for a ride?"

Zach would have spit punch all over himself and the floor if he had any left in his mouth. He always felt Bart was not right in the head, but this was something more. Was he plastered? He tried to be polite. "Sir? Have you been drinking?"

"Hah. It's a wedding, of course I have." He softened up his voice briefly. "In fact, I spiked that punch over there. I hope you had a bunch. Still, I know what you're thinking, because I was thinking it too when I was your age. How could you last more than five seconds with that hot a woman bearing down on you." It really wasn't what Zach was thinking. Bart's arm raised and slapped down on him, physically punctuating his joke, "You wouldn't son!" Bart roared with laughter for a few seconds, then calmed again. "Thing is, you'd be doing me a favor. The woman has needs, and I'd rather her get them filled from a nice young man like you than some random schmuck that's going to want to leave his wife for her. Whatdya say?" Zach was too stunned to say anything. So he stood there, silent. A few seconds passed, then a few more. "Well, you're all right kid. You just think about it. And don't forget about our BBQ tomorrow. I better see you there!"

And with that, Bart finally released the iron grip of his arm and hobbled off into the wedding. Bart always hobbled on account of his prosthetic leg. Still, he moved fast and suddenly didn't seem so drunk.

** Gossip Central

As Zach stepped out of the passenger seat of his dad's car, he wondered if he should have protested more and stayed back at the motel. His mother had made up some excuse about needing some extra sleep. A lie to cover up the fact that she just didn't like Bart and Leta. Ohh well. Stepping up the unsurprising suburban sidewalk towards the unsurprising suburban house, all Zach could think about was Bart's drunken ramblings. That and another chance to see Leta. He never did get that hug.

The door opened, and one of the older wives he'd seen at the wedding appeared. Judy was nice, but not particularly attractive. She yelled back into the room behind her, "ladies, it's Ron and Zach," before turning back to them, "Hey Ron. The men all ran off for some local watering hole. The Spotted Pig I think. Something about a big USC game today." Zach could see the wheels in motion already. Not yet 21, this is where he dad would drop him and run. Now he was really wishing he had stayed home.

"Ohh right. The USC game. Son," his dad turned to him, "I'm going to run down there for a few drinks. You'll be fine here on your own won't you?" It wasn't really a question. There was also no USC game. Zach didn't even have time to nod before his dad was headed back down the steps and Judy was ushering him inside.

As he entered, he heard a cacophony of greetings all mixed together. He replied to them all at once, "hi there ladies." Four of them, seated around the dining room table, all eyes staring on him. Eager to get out of the spotlight, he headed towards the kitchen, where there were sure to be some snacks or drinks, or something to bury himself in. He expected he'd find Leta there and hoped Bart had gone to the bar. His hopes were quickly dashed.

"Zach my boy!" Bart's thundering voice called out as he rounded the corner. "So glad you could make it." Bart awkwardly shifted his weight around the prosthetic leg and gave Zach a quick man-hug. "Burgers and such will be a while. Cokes, sodas, and your aunt Leta are in the kitchen." The idea that Leta was technically his aunt never felt right. Aunts were older and unattractive, like the women around the table. Leta was neither of these things.

Rounding the corner into the kitchen, Leta was prepping some meats for the grill and spotted him immediately. She was wearing a yellow and white sun-dress that looked as conservative as it could with the plump curves of her breasts and hips stretching the fabric smooth. A far cry from last night's stunning red plunge, but somehow anything looked hot on her. Her face lit up in a smile, as she quickly rinsed and dried her hands. "Zach. Zach! I missed you at the wedding. Wow your so tall and handsome all grown up! What has it been? Three, four years?" Her hands extended for a hug which Zach was eagerly looking forward to. At the same time, Bart grabbed the plate of meat and headed outside towards the grill.

"Three years ago. That summer out by the lake." Zach felt an excited eagerness as he slipped his arms around her, like he was taking a bite of forbidden fruit. He's spent more of those three years than he'd like to admit thinking of the lake, Leta laying out in her bikini. Back then he was only a freshman in high-school, and it seemed like an eternity ago. However, some things hadn't changed. She still got his pulse racing. Leta squeezed him tight; dwarfing him by at least half-a-foot, her breasts settled into his chest and shoulders. Meanwhile, his hands felt the straps of her bra through thin dress fabric, and he was inundated with her distinctly feminine smell. This moment was most of why he'd agreed to come over at all, and he was happy that Leta didn't rush it. She held him firm until he felt self-conscious about how long the hug was lasting and let go himself.

"So tell me," she moved for the fridge and had a Coke reached out to him before he could ask. "Any lady friends at school?" Zach took the soda and felt his cheeks flushing slightly red as he shook his head and retreated towards the kitchen table.

Bethany, the oldest woman there, took an immediate interest, and chimed in with a grandmother's vocal lilt, "ohh, you'll have a girl in college next year. You're such a handsome boy, and a good catch. But don't you let them distract them from your studies. I hear you're going to Davis?" Zach nodded mid-sip from his drink. "Do you know what you're studying?"

Zach was thankful for the subject change. Talking to parents about his romantic life was weird and uncool. "Not yet. Maybe history. Or architecture. I really don't know." He took another sip, sat down, and hoped the conversation would turn away from him soon.

"Linda, did you hear Colin and Carrie divorced?" The ladies all let out gasps of surprise. "Yes! Seems Colin was borrowing a little more sugar from the neighbors than he was supposed to!" The ladies all roared with laughter. Zach didn't think he'd ever met or heard of the couple. "Leta, don't they live just a couple doors down from here? Didn't you have them over for dinner a few times?"

Leta, finished in the kitchen, was just sitting down at the table, and seemed a bit off-put by the question. "Uhm. Yes, they do live just a couple doors down. And well," She crossed her legs, her posture shifting and closing a bit, "we did have them over on several occasions. They were a nice enough couple. She seemed a bit... stiff."

"Ohh, you must know more than that. What do we ladies have if we don't have gossip?" The interest around the table perked up, as they all focused on Leta. She shook her head, as if she had already said too much. Leta wasn't a big gossip. In fact, she wasn't anything like these ladies. Zach wondered why she was even hosting this BBQ.

Bart came bursting in through the door, having obviously overheard some of the conversation through the screen windows. "Ohh, she knows more than that alright!" Bart was chuckling his deep throaty chuckle. "Come on honey, don't keep them in the dark." He reached the table and addressed the ladies, "seems old Colin wasn't getting enough service at home. Leta gave him a little flirt and a little flash one night, and suddenly he was cornering her in secret even with Carrie here!" The expressions of the ladies turned to something between shock, fright, and delight at the new details.

"Of course she has to get her needs met somewhere," Bart slapped his peg-leg conspicuously close to the place they all knew he was missing even more important equipment. "Thing is, once she gave in and let him nail her, the dimwit couldn't get enough. Started sneaking over here more than once a week, traipsing clear across the neighbor lawns in the evening. That divorce will be a lesson in moderation." As quickly as Bart had arrived, he hobbled off, heading outside to check on his grill. The ladies were stunned into silence, jaws dropped.

Zach figured they didn't know whether to pity, envy, or scold her. The woman with half a husband, exciting clandestine romances, wrecking marriages. Linda broke the silence first, "wow, he's so understanding. To be honest Leta, I thought you two were gonners as soon as, you know, that terrible accident happened. Here we are almost ten years later and you two seem stronger than ever. Stronger than all of us."

Leta seemed relieved for the topic change. "We are better than ever. Honesty is really the core of everything for us. In fact, some things are better now." A loud bark of disapproval was heard outside, and Leta called back, "no no honey. I don't like you better now, but I love you." Her attention turned back inside. "Thing is ladies," Leta's posture crouched and she scanned the group, before softly confiding in them, "my libido has always been in a bit of overdrive."

She straightened up and continued in a more normal voice. "It used to be something I had to deal with all on my own. In fact, before Bart lost his junk, we were headed for trouble. He'd come home from work tired, and just couldn't give me what I needed." Zach had heard this story before, so he wasn't surprised at how casually she referenced her husband's accidental castration. Bart himself had done as much the night before at the wedding. Still, Zach suddenly felt like he was eavesdropping private talk among the ladies, and wondered if he should take the hint and head outside. Before he could act, the story became grippingly salacious.

"My daytime soap star would get me dripping wet. Then the delivery boy would ring the doorbell, and before I knew it I was tugging my shirt down low." Leta's fingers pulled slightly at her neckline in mock-reenactment. "I was a shameless wreck. I flirted and gave him a show, desperate he'd make a pass at me." Despite having fantasied about Leta plenty of times, Zach was completely unprepared for hearing her talk about being 'wet' and 'flirting with the delivery boy'. "Bart caught me doing it once or twice and started getting all mad and jealous, thinking I was sleeping around. Which I absolutely wasn't.

"Then came the accident. Let me tell you ladies, once you talk about how your husband lost his boy parts two times a week for a year, you can talk about anything. And I mean anything." They all laughed at that one, even Zach. "Anyhow, it isn't just the accommodations he makes on account of the accident. He understands me now. He can see it's just the way I'm wired. Just like Linda's husband. In fact, it's one of the reasons he married me in the first place."

Zach hadn't been paying attention to the group much, trying to hide like a fly on the wall. However, Linda's shock was very visible. "Wait. My husband's not." Her words were stern and unyielding. "He would never." She scanned all the ladies, who were all focused on her now.

"No no. I'm not saying he's cheating Linda. It's just. Men think about sex alot, and he thinks about it more than most. Trust me, I can tell." The room was awkwardly silent for a moment, waiting to see whether Linda or Leta would strike next. "Certainly you've noticed. I always figured you were a minx in the sack to keep that man faithful." Linda's cheeks flushed bright red, but from the looks of things, nobody knew exactly what that meant.

Suddenly Bart made a racket, stumbling inside a bit faster than was comfortable for him on the peg-leg. "Whoa woman. I step outside for a minute and you're trying to wreck another marriage." He tossed a plate of grilled meat onto the counter with a bit less care than he should of, causing a burger to slide off. "Linda, don't you mind Leta's ramblings. Fred is a perfectly honorable gentleman," the ladies seemed to visibly relax at Bart's diffusal, "entirely unsuitable for my wife." His wife playfully swatted at him.

Bart continued, "what Leta really needs is someone with no attachments." They nodded their heads in agreement. Zach was kinda fascinated by the conversation and watching the reaction of the ladies. It was quite the little local soap opera. "Maybe a young man. Someone who could stand to learn a thing or two about sex." The ladies all laughed, nodding their heads. It was awkward for them all, hearing Leta's husband talk about who might best satisfy the needs of his wife. However, Zach felt a different awkwardness coming on. Bart was staring right at him, singling him out. "So what do you say, Zach?" Still laughing, Linda and May coughed and spit their drinks right onto the white tablecloth, making colored splotches.

Leta, however, perked up at the suggestion. Zach wasn't sure if that made him more excited or more uncomfortable. Bart ignored the mess on the table and continued. "I remember my college years. How awkward sex was. What I wouldn't have done to get a little bit ahead of that curve!" He reached a hand out and punched Bart's shoulder harder than he should have. "Get a little special education. Trust me Zach, Leta can show you how to really make the college girls scream. You could be king on campus."

Zach looked at the ladies, who seemed appalled into silence. Apparently this had gone beyond what was fit for their heady gossip. Linda stood, looking like she needed to escape. Leta also stood, waving Linda back down in the process. "Please please, don't mind Bart. He gets a little carried away sometimes. Bart honey, can you get the ladies some napkins and fresh drinks. Zach dear, come help me get the burgers ready." Zach felt a moment of relief at the topic change.

In the kitchen, the plate of meat was cocked askew on the counter where Bart had tossed it. Leta straightened it before continuing to the fridge. She opened it wide, and took her time bending down and shifting items around to find what she was looking for. Meanwhile, Zach stood silent, checking out the gorgeous ass practically sticking straight at him. He also noticed the hem of her dress was pulled up provocatively high, making her legs look unusually long and sexy.

"Zach dear, would you mind grabbing my buns," she paused, slipping a big bottle of catchup under her arm, "out of the pantry?" It took his mind a second to get past her sexy pun and register what she had asked. On the way to the pantry, he was forced to walk inches from her. That gorgeous ass prominently sticking out at his tummy height. He couldn't take his eyes off it. He knew which buns he wanted to grab. He barely even had the self-control to get past her without reaching for them.

The pantry was the size of a small closet and filled with open shelves of dry goods. Cereal. Pasta. Cans of soup. He scanned the shelves looking for bread. By the time he found what he was looking for, he could hear someone approaching. He turned around to the sight of Leta staring down at him, filling the pantry doorway. "Sorry about that out there. Bart can be a bit pushy." Zach nodded. "I would never put you on the spot like that."

Leta stepped closer, taking the plastic package of hamburger buns from him, pausing and looking around the shelves as if she wasn't sure what else she needed. As he shifted out of the way of her searching, Zach noticed how her neckline seemed lower, more distracting. He could see at least an inch of cleavage that wasn't visible before. Then suddenly he felt trapped. One moment he was stealing glances down her shirt, the next moment he was backed into a corner, Leta inches from him.

"Uhm, I thought it was right here." Leta rose up on her tip-toes, looking somewhere above his head. She was now uncomfortably and tantalizingly close, one hand on the shelf next to him, her chest looming inches from his face. "There it is. The extra ketchup!" She briefly glanced down at Zach, "I'm just gonna reach up over 'ya for a moment to grab it." As she lurched in, he had nowhere to go. One of her breasts landed square on his forehead. He felt it drag down his face as if in slow motion before she settled back away from him. "Ohh Zach, I'm sorry," she said with a chipper voice that belied any actual intent to apologize. Then she brushed fingers through his hair while handing him the fresh red bottle. "Though I suppose you didn't mind, now did you?"

"No, no," as he took the Ketchup from her, Zach couldn't tell if she was just being polite, or seriously coming onto him right there in the pantry. Suddenly, the situation went from awkward, to downright dangerous. She was looking directly down at the reaction in his pants, and had her hands on the shelves beside him.

"Good, because when I proposition a man," her eyes bore down on him with a look of determination like he'd never seen, "I like to be sure he's interested." She brought fingers to her neck, and danced them down her neckline. "You are a man now, aren't you?" Zach had no idea how to respond. His body nodded and instinctively took a big gulp for air, a sign he was in over his head. "Well, then I think Bart is right. You should let me show you how to really please a woman. I promise you'll like it much better than our hugs." She smirked as her fingers briefly coaxed the neckline of her dress down even further.

Zach's head was in a spin. Years of fantasy were converging on reality. He wanted to jump her right now, but he frankly didn't know how. She grasped his trembling hand and encouraged it to her waist. Were they going to do it right here? In the pantry? Suddenly he remembered the other guests in the house, and his eyes darted to the pantry door. "Aunt Leta, what about the," he didn't finish vocalizing the thought.

"Ohh, not right now sweetie. We can't do it with company over. And please, just call me Leta. We both know I'm nobody's *aunt*. Save that for those old ladies out in the kitchen." With that she pecked a little kiss on his cheek, grabbed the Ketchup bottle from him, and made for the pantry door. "Good, it's settled then. I'll figure out the particulars and let you know." She waved a finger down at him, "I recommend you calm things down before you come back out here. You can use the powder room here if you need to. I'll see you have some privacy." And with that, she had made her exit.

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Making his way back out into the kitchen was so awkward Zach's palms and neck were hot and sweating. He had spent a few minutes in the powder room, mostly contemplating whether or not she had actually been encouraging him to masturbate -- something which did not do a great deal to calm him down. He finally splashed some cold water on his face, took some deep breaths, and realized in a few minutes they would be wondering what was taking him so long.

When Zach reached the kitchen, Bart was roaring with laughter as usual, probably at one of his own jokes. Aunt Linda spotted him first. "Ohh Zach, you poor dear. Do you need me to run you home? Leta says you felt sick all of a sudden." He eyed around the table, and the ladies appeared to be all welled up in sympathy for his sudden "sickness". Bart, though, gave him a smirk and a squinty look that said he knew better.

"No, no. There is just a strong spice smell in that pantry. Always does it to me. Anice, or coriander, I dunno. I'm fine." Zach felt he'd covered well, but realized he had no idea how to exist in this new social order. He leaned against the counter in the kitchen, letting the wall block his view of Leta. He knew avoidance wouldn't work for long. The ladies all had plates of food. He didn't feel hungry, but he should make one. He grabbed an empty plate, a bun, and was halfway through fixing his burger when he realized the ketchup bottle out of the fridge was still more than half full. Next to it lie the full new bottle Leta *had* to get from the pantry. He wasn't sure why, but he felt a pit sink in his stomach.

His burger fixed up, Zach made he way to the table, only to realize there were no seats left. Leta immediately stood, "here Zach, you can take my seat." Somehow being close to her as she squeezed out of the way was an entirely new experience. He could swear the way she gently touched his shoulder seemed different somehow, that she didn't make quite as much effort to minimize brushing into him. As he settled into his seat, he felt her hands firmly on his shoulders. "I'll get you a Coke. Need anything else?"

A moment later she was back in the kitchen, where he could hear her going into the fridge. The smells of the burger hit him, and he realized he actually was hungry. He took it up and stuffed two huge bites into his mouth before Bart started up, "now where was I ladies. Ohh yes, I was telling you about that time the boys and I hitchhiked up the interstate with that bloody five point buck. You should have seen the looks we were getting from people driving by. I think it was the way the intestines were hanging out, dragged five feet behind us on the pavement." The ladies all winced sour faces.

Bethany spoke up in her grandmother's voice, as if Bart was her runty little kid, "now Bart, we don't need any more of your bloody deer story. Can't you see the boy is eating?" Bart was so hungry he hadn't heard anything in between the bites of a burger he'd almost finished already. He grabbed for the coke and drank down a long guzzle, hoping he could bury himself in it a few minutes more. Unfortunately, Bart had other plans.

"What, ole' Zach here? I doubt he's squeamish about meat. In fact, it's about time we got you out hunting. You ever shot a load into a Doe?" Bart slapped his back hard and started laughing like his sexual innuendo was the funniest joke they'd hear all year. The ladies just winced again.

Linda winced as she stood up, making her way for the kitchen with her dirty plate. "Leta, it's been lovely coming by. Thank's *so* much for having us." The other three took her lead, looking thankful for an exit. Bethany gave Bart an evil eye stare as she walked by. Bart just stood, smiling a silly grin the whole time. On her way out of the kitchen, Linda addressed Zach, "would you like a ride home? I'm going your way so it's no trouble."

"No, No." Zach realized his response, between bites of his demolished burger, was awkwardly emphatic. She raised her eyebrows in response. He finished chewing the rest of the big bite before clearing his throat and offering a more polite response, "I mean, no thank you, Aunt Linda," She was looking at him and Bart suspiciously, as if something very strange was going on. Zach asked himself, why was he so interested in staying all of a sudden? It took a moment for his mind to shift from food back to Leta. Did he think this was happening right now? His pulse quickened and he found a better excuse, "and I'm still hungry. I'm going to have a bit more food."

Bethany wasn't leaving things so hidden. "Leaving him here with these two is *not* a good idea. Bart, you better keep your wife's hands off that young man, and you," she turned to Leta, "just because you've stayed with your husband doesn't mean you won't burn in hell for these sins of yours." With that she huffed out the front door, leaving Bart nearly in stitches of laughter. The other ladies became silent behind their discomfort as they made their way to the door. Bart followed.

Leta called out from the kitchen as she leaned through the opening, "You ladies should take Bart less seriously." None of the ladies looked like they were buying it, and Bart didn't look like he cared. He practically burst into laughter once the door was closed and they'd made it a few steps down the driveway.

Leta came back out of the kitchen with another burger made up, and set it in front of Zach. "Bart dear, I don't think the ladies like me very much." Her voice was mocking and thick with sarcasm. She took the seat next to Zach, her posture oriented towards him. "Now Zach, in case those blabber mouths try to make trouble, you just tell your parents Bart was up to his usual antics and rubbed them the wrong way. I don't think they would look too kindly on our little opportunity here, do you?" She leaned in, putting her hand on his thigh, and opening up the most overt-yet view of cleavage down her dress. "In fact, if you mention it to anyone, you'll have to go back to just enjoying my hugs. Understand?"

Even though Zach was eighteen, he still lived under his parents roof and suspected this would not go over well. He also wasn't about to give up a chance to spend more time with Leta. He nodded, and was about to say something when Bart slapped him on the shoulder, "hot damn. You work fast boy. I thought I was going to have to press you all summer. Must have been those titties. Even without anything to get a rise out of, they still get my blood pumpin', ya know?" Leta glared at him. "What?!"

"Honey, I know you mean well, but you are torturing the poor boy. Why don't you give us a minute. Go out front and make sure we don't have any visitors barging in while we're -- talking." Bart wrinkled his face, but didn't protest at all as he grabbed his beer off the kitchen counter and headed for the yard. Zach saw him smile and actually make the silliest looking wink at him as he closed the door. Leta had a playful, almost mockingly sympathetic look on her face. "I'm sorry, Bart means well, but he gets a little carried away. I hope he's not making trouble. There is no rush. Would you like to think it over first?"

"No, it's no trouble. Bart is just... Bart... Think it over?" As soon as she gave him the turn to speak, Zach could feel her leaning in, and his eyes couldn't help but peek down the front of her dress again. The peek-a-boo shifting of breast flesh stole his train of thought, and he was startled when he caught himself, "think it over? No. I mean, yes. I mean..." Zach was suddenly very nervous, especially with the way Leta just took gentle notice of his leering and smiled. Her encouraging look somehow baited him into looking again. She started chuckling, and Zach rushed to apologize, "I'm sorry. It's just..." He had no idea how to finish that sentence.

"Are you now?" Leta shifted closer, any illusion of subtleness was doused as she spread her legs around his. She placed a hand on each of his thighs, her arms gently plumping her chest further. "You're sorry you're staring down my dress? At my tits? I'm not." She just posed there for a moment. "It's not like I'm giving you a choice. Am I? No, I'm the one who should apologize. It's just been a long time since I've been around a man who could get-off and be raring to go a few minutes later." Zach gave her a blank stare of non-understanding as watched her hungrily eye down at the bulge in his crotch. "Unless you didn't? Ohh, you didn't take care of yourself earlier, did you?" He finally put the pieces together, suddenly feeling even more awkwardly turned on. For a split second he scolded himself for not jacking himself off in the powder room. Then he felt her hand inch up his thigh and brush his crotch. "Ohh you poor thing, no wonder you're in this state.

"Come on now, get up. I can't very well send you away like this." Leta stood, waiting long enough for him to follow and then charging off towards the hallway. Zach watched her hips sway in front of him, and wondered if she was doing something to look sexier, or if she just seemed that way. His body felt a bittersweet mix of tingling and stomach churning in anticipation of where this was headed. Leta stopped and turned in front of the powder room, gesturing him in. As she followed him in, he felt his heart start to pound in his chest. She patted on the sink, "up here." Zach complied, and a moment later she had spread his legs wide on the counter, standing between them.

"This isn't exactly the tour-de-force I have planned for you, but I suspect you won't object to a little relief."

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• • does she give him a handjob? make him masturbate? strip or stay clothed.

  • in the bathroom or bedroom?

• she's a near-nymph. seems like she would need to take care of herself too.

  • idea 1:

    • she gives him an 'instructional handjob', instructing him how to lead the girls into giving him an amazing handjob (how girls his age have no idea what they are doing. they need to be taught...) then she leads him into fingering her properly

• idea 2:

  • future situations

    • when's the next time Leta corners Zach?

    • His next visit home from college..

      • awkwardness with Leta around Zach's house (and parents)

      • awkwardness with Leta seducing him when he has a college-g/f.

        • Leta somehow gets him to drop by her house (needs help moving something Bart can't do).

        • he warns her, he has a girlfriend back at school..."don't worry. i can be good if you can"

        • as they move the furniture around...

          • Leta asks about his g/f, what kind of girl she is... what she likes in bed..

          • ...what she does and doesn't do for him... squeezes it out of him that she doesn't give him oral (or it's awkward when she does)

          • she somehow seduces him into a session with her...