A Summer to Remember - Sex Stories

A Summer to Remember

... him, but, of course, the more I try, the more she resists."

"That sucks, I was really hoping to...", searching for the right word, I finally settled on "...see her this summer."

As if an idea bulb appeared above her head, Heather jumped up and touched my shoulder, "You know, you could help me. The direct approach hasn't worked. But maybe if a cute, muscular guy was around the house, she might lose interest in Rick. You could do little chores and stuff and I'll pay you of course for the actual work. I'm sure a young guy like you could always use a little more money."

I couldn't believe that Mrs. Johnson said I was cute (or that she noticed my muscles). Reddening a bit, I started, "Well, maybe, I guess..."

"You guess? Look, Ben, I'm no dummy. I've seen the way you have looked at Jocelyn all these years. I'm offering to help you out. And you would be helping me out. I know you were, shall we say, awkward in high school, but," she looked me up and down, "You sure as hell have grown out of that stage now."

Struggling to not turn beet red, I said, "Sure, I can come over to help with chores, but won't she get suspicious?"

"I've got an easy answer to that." Heather said, "Dan is gone all week every week for work now. I could use your help cleaning the pool, mowing the lawn, that kind of thing. So, you'll just be here and it will be, you know, organic. So, will you do it?"

I thought about it for a moment or two. What the hell. Why not?

"Sure," I said, ...

... thinking that maybe this will work out. She is so excited that she gives me a big hug and I could feel her big breasts push into me. I felt a little embarrassed at the effect it had on me.

Frazzled, I stammered out, "Well, I...I better get going. Here's my number. Text me when you want me to come over. I'm working at the hardware store over the summer, but I should have plenty of time to help out."

I quickly got out of there and spent the rest of the day thinking about how my plan in getting closer to Jocelyn was moving way faster than I thought it would. I also had an additional thing to think about: why did I get excited when Mrs. Johnson hugged me? She's old enough to be my mom!

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Chapter 2 - Pool and Lawn Boy

A few days later, I got a text from Mrs. Johnson: "hey ben can u come over around 4PM to clean our pool? wear ur swim suit. u can jump in afterwards."

With things all set, I show up at 4 in a pair of flip flops, my swim trunks, and a tight fitting t-shirt, hoping to impress Jocelyn with my biceps. I rang the door bell, praying for Jocelyn to be the one to answer.

Mrs. Johnson answered the door in a sheer cover up with a black two piece bikini on underneath. Her legs looked pretty trim. Heather Johnson is a nurse at the local hospital, so I guess being on her feet all day must keep her legs toned. Her husband is a salesman for some sort of chemical company. He's on the road 4-5 days every week. Must be lonely, I thought.

"Come ...