A Summer to Remember - Sex Stories

A Summer to Remember

... didn't want to talk. I tried to make small talk and got one word answers. I finished my drink quickly and went back outside.

How can she be so bitchy and hard to talk to when her mom is so nice and easy to talk to? I shook my head as I restarted the lawn mower.

For the rest of the mowing job, my thoughts were preoccupied with Jocelyn and just what I really saw in her. Sure, she's beautiful and exotic looking, but honestly, there's nothing else there. She's in a piss poor mood almost all the time and is not considerate at all. She seemed angry at everything and everyone.

My thoughts naturally drifted to Heather and I'm instantly cheered. "If only Heather was my age," I thought as I walked next door to my house.

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Chapter 3 - Falling

I tried to forget about Jocelyn (which honestly was easier than I thought it would be) and didn't get any texts from Heather for a few days.

Then I heard my phone ding: "hey ben, can u come over this afternoon? i actually need ur help with something."

I texted back and headed over after a bit. She explained that she needs to get stuff out of the attic and Jason and Jocelyn are both gone and, of course, Dan is gone as usual. "See, some of the stuff is heavy and I just can't carry it down the attic stairs."

"Sure, I can help, Mrs. Johnson."

"Ben, why don't you just call me Heather? I feel so old when you call me Mrs. Johnson." Before I can block the thought from my mind, I thought, "Well, you ...

... sure as hell don't look old."

"Ok, um, uh, Heather."

I followed her upstairs. She led us into her bedroom and then pulled down the attic stairs. They look kind of rickety. She started to go up the stairs and, when I looked up to follow her, there was a gap in her shorts and I got a great shot of her silky black panties. I felt a twitch in my shorts. Trying to ignore it, I started up the stairs to help her with the boxes.

She pointed to a corner, "I have to get all of that out of here. Some of the boxes are heavy, so I'd like you to carry those." She picked up a lighter box and goes down the stairs backwards.

I followed suit and soon we had made 5-6 trips up and down the stairs. I'm about to go up the stairs, when she called out, "This is the last box. I think I can carry it." I can tell it's heavier than the other boxes she has carried, so I'm watching to make sure she doesn't fall. She was halfway down the stairs when she misplaced a foot fall.

Her full weight fell onto me and we were thrown backwards onto the carpeted floor. Luckily, the heavy box didn't hit her, but we tumbled together to the floor. I grabbed on tight around her chest so that she didn't roll and I was able to take the brunt of the impact. My hands end up firmly on each of her breasts.

"Umphhh," we both grunted out.

"Are you okay?" I questioned before realizing I still had a firm hold of her tits. I removed my hands from her and gently rolled her onto her back.

"Mrs. Johnson, I mean, ...