Did he cum?
Folding her arms, she found the question important for some reason. Melinda had been on the receiving end of interrupted orgasms before and knew how agonizing it could be. The truck swung wide and made a loop around the church, leaving the parking lot through another exit. Brian hesitated for a moment, obviously wondering if he should go back and continue the fun, but the truck must have spooked him, because he kept going.
“Are you satisfied?”
The words came out of her mouth before she knew she was going to say them, quite loud enough for the poor boy to hear. To his credit he didn’t jump, but he did look up toward her and she saw his face grow slack as realization must have hit him that she’d seen what he had been doing. Still, he kept his cool, merely shrugging and walking away.
“You idiot,” Melinda whispered to herself. “You’re going to scar the kid for life.”
She opened her mouth to apologize, but realized that the kid was pretty much speed walking, far out of hearing distance unless she yelled. Even if she did, he’d probably just start running or something.
Making up her mind in an instant, she bolted through the kitchen doors, put on some slippers, and went to the front entrance, opening it and stepping out into the chilly air. She knew where Brian lived and thought she could cut him off if he hadn’t started running when leaving her sight. She was walking quickly past an old man with his dog, her arms crossed against the slight breeze, before she remembered again that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Blushing furiously, she avoided looking at the man and kept walking, raising her crossed arms a bit to cover where her nipples poked out of the tee-shirt.
What was she doing? What in the world would she do if she did catch Brian? Tell him, “sorry I saw you wanking your wiener?” Or maybe, “I don’t know why I asked if you were satisfied?”
These and similar thoughts crossed Melinda’s mind as she walked, but she hadn’t come up with any answers before rounding a corner and nearly running into the Brian.
This time he did jump and so did she. Melinda put a hand to her mouth and let out a little, startled squeak. Brian simply walked backward, eyes bulging.
Putting her hands out in what she hoped was a reassuring way, Melinda opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes happened upon the front of Brian’s tented pants. Instead of words, nervous giggles came out of Melinda’s mouth as she remembered the kid’s pumping hand. Without letting herself think about it, she stepped forward and folded her arms around the stunned kid, still laughing.
“Oh, Brian, it’s okay, it’s okay,” she said, patting his back. Melinda was yet again forcibly reminded that she wasn’t fully clothed when she felt her nipples brush against the boy’s chest. Determined to not make the contact sexual, she stepped back, face hot, but in a mask of teacherly guidance. Brian looked down, face a deep red, obviously still thinking he was in really, really big trouble.
“Seriously, Brian, it’s okay. I’m not going to get you in trouble.” He glanced up halfway to her face, eyes halting on the form of her nipples under her shirt, but then fell back down. Melinda thought he might have a heart attack, his face was so maroon.
Quickly crossing her arms over her breasts, she went on, voice soothing.
“Are your parents expecting you to be home?” He shook his head. “Then come on over to my house and I’ll give you some water, okay? Seriously, you’re not in trouble. But I WOULD like to talk with you about this a bit.” She waited a moment. “Okay?”
Finally, he looked up to her eyes and slowly nodded. They started to walk.
“I’m sorry.” Brian’s words were low, almost inaudible even though Melinda was only a foot away.
“Brian, there is absolutely nothing to be sorry about,” she said, sighing. She thought of putting a comforting hand on his arm, but remembered the no bra thing in time. “Seriously… what you were doing is perfectly normal. It’s just… out in the open is probably not the best place to be doing it.”
He hung his head again, and Melinda berated herself mentally. She wasn’t doing a very good job of comforting him.
“Sorry, I’m not very good at this,” she said, sighing. “You kind of startled me, that’s all. I wasn’t expecting to see you down there, doing that, when I woke up this morning.” He was still silent, so she decided to go a different direction. Smiling coyly, she gently elbowed him on the arm, looking at him from the corner of her eye. “Besides, you REALLY don’t have anything to be ashamed about.”
He still looked mortified, but a small grin appeared on his lips.
“THERE’S that smile,” she said, giggling as they went up the stairs to her house. She opened the door and he followed her inside.
“Go ahead and sit down on the couch and I’ll get you some water, okay? It looks like you need to cool down.” As Melinda headed to the kitchen to get the drink, Brian spoke.
“I really am sorry. It’s just sometimes I can’t help myself, you know? Well, I guess YOU wouldn’t know, but….”
Melinda’s brow furled as he trailed off and she laughed, grabbing a cup out of the cupboard and filling it with water from the fridge.
“Brian, you know EVERYONE does that sometimes. Even girls.” Walking into the room again, carrying the water in her left hand, Melinda winked at Brian, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Even me. Sometimes.”
He was sitting on the couch, back straight, making the package in his pants extremely evident, and she found it hard to look away from, remembering the member when naked. Melinda swallowed. She was extremely turned on. Brian’s eyes were on her chest, no doubt feasting on the view of the erect nipples beneath her tee-shirt. He was DEFINITELY turned on, of course.
All of these things converged to the following accident.
When Brian reached out to take the cup of water, neither of them were paying attention, and his fingers knocked it out of her hand, making the thing spill all over her left leg and the carpet.
Gasping from the cold, Melinda jumped back. She and Brian both started laughing, and she bent down to get the cup. So did he. Their heads met with a low crack and they both laughed harder as she fell on her butt, right in the wet carpet.
Head throbbing a little, Melinda realized she was staring at the boy’s crotch again, laughing hysterically. Brian was also laughing, staring directly at her bouncing chest. She didn’t really care. The laughter was good for them both; it let the tension out of the room a bit. Slowly, Melinda stood, holding the cup with one hand and rubbing water from her eyes with the other.
“I’m going to go change my pants. Then I’ll get you more water.”
She turned around and went up the stairs, realizing that Brian had a great view of her wet butt. The sweatpants clung to her skin. It turned her on a little more.
Reaching her room, Melinda decided to leave the door open as she changed. Brian couldn’t see anything from that angle, but it still thrilled her for some reason. Sliding down her pants, a thought crossed her mind and butterflies filled her stomach. Her panties were also wet, and not all on her bottom. A small patch of darkness spread across the crotch. She stared at it for a while, trying to convince herself NOT to do what her body so desperately wanted her to do.