Closing her eyes, Melinda 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.
Getting the cum off the table was easy, although she’d have to get rid of a splattered People magazine. The carpet was another story. It took several minutes of scrubbing before the only evidence of the erotic moment was a patch of wetness.
While she cleaned, Brian came down the stairs, quiet. His shirt was long enough that it covered his penis completely, but he walked gingerly, obviously afraid that he might flash her. As if he hadn’t just done that and much more. Melinda thought he might sit down on the couch or a chair, but he simply stood there, watching her clean.
Not that she blamed him. She was on her knees, scrubbing a floor, after all. Her shirt didn’t allow for any revealing cleavage, but her free breasts wobbled substantially as she worked, and her butt, barely covered by her tiny shorts, stuck out into the air.
Conscious of the kid watching her, Melinda exaggerated her movements and raised her rear end even higher.
Mess clean, Melinda stood and, smiling sweetly at Brian—he smiled weakly back—she deposited the cleaning material back into the kitchen and went upstairs to find something for the kid to wear.
Nothing from HER side of the closet, obviously. He wouldn’t appreciate being put into girl clothes, even if they would fit him better than anything Matt owned. Settling for some sweat pants with a draw string, Melinda went downstairs and proffered the pants to Brian, who now sat on the couch, legs together, actually twiddling his thumbs.
He took the pants and put them on, still seated. In the instant that Brian lifted his legs to slip on the pants, Melinda caught a glimpse of his soft penis. Only about three inches long, Melinda couldn’t help but note how… adorable it was. What would it feel like to have that thing in her mouth, growing into the hard dick she’d seen earlier?
Shaking the thought from her head, Melinda set about washing Brian’s clothes and fixing a couple sandwiches. The sound of Bailey mowing the lawn filtered into the house, but all else was quiet. She and Brian didn’t talk until Melinda was about halfway done eating her sandwich.
“You really don’t need to be embarrassed,” she said. He’d hardly looked at her since cumming.
I hope this hasn’t scarred him for life, Melinda thought.
“Okay,” was his only response.
Thinking frantically how she could put Brian’s mind at ease, Melinda ate. Her body conflicted with her mind. She wanted him to feel better, but she also really, really wanted to have her own orgasm. She almost NEEDED it.
Maybe she could do both?
Melinda took a deep breath, steeling herself.
“So, do you want to watch something with me while your clothes get ready?”
“Sure.”
A few minutes later, they were in the living room. They sat on the large, plush couch opposite of her laptop, which was placed on the coffee table in front of them. Brian sat as far away from Melinda as possible, still not looking at her. She wondered briefly if Brian was still embarrassed or just didn’t want to be caught ogling. Melinda’s nipples had softened and no longer poked out of her shirt, but the shape of her breasts was quite visible. Her tiny shorts had pushed up, revealing the entirety of her legs… and the still-damp spot on her crotch.
Melinda made no move to cover up. And instead of opening her laptop, she asked a question, heart speeding up again at the thought of what she was about to do.
“So do you have a girlfriend?”
Glancing at her with an “are you crazy?” look, Brian shook his head. “No one would go out with me.”
“I would,” Melinda said, putting her hand on his leg.
“You’re… taken.”
Feeling him tense at her touch, she scooted closer. “Yeah, but if I WASN’T taken, I’d totally go out with you.”
“I’m way younger than you.”
He squirmed a little at her proximity, but didn’t try to move farther away. Melinda took this as a good sign.
“Age is just a number, right? Besides, I’m not THAT old.”
He gaped at her. “I… I didn’t mean you were OLD.”
She laughed and punched him lightly on the shoulder, scooting yet closer. “I’m just giving you a hard time, silly.” After a few moments of silence, she smiled slyly at him and continued. “So, you like older women?”
“I… I guess? I just like girls in general, I think.”
“What kind of girls, though? Blonde, brunette, ginger, black hair?” He looked back at her with an “I don’t know?” expression. “No hair??”
He smiled a little, and it warmed Melinda’s heart. She was getting through to him.
“I like longer hair, I guess. And any color, really, as long as she’s pretty.” Brian blushed. “Sorry, that sounds way shallow.”
“Not at all. We’re talking about PHYSICAL attraction right now, nothing more.” She brushed her dark, shoulder-length hair back from where it had fallen in front of her face.
Smiling again, Melinda licked her lips and turned toward the coffee table, opening her laptop and unlocking it with her password. After opening Google, she considered what she was going to search for. Finally, she settled on “Hot girl with long hair.”
Navigating to the images section of the search engine, Melinda chuckled.
“Now THAT is a lot of beauty,” she said, glancing over to Brian. The kid stared at the screen, features blank. None of the girls were showing much skin, but it was obvious that he was a bit overwhelmed. “If you could choose any one of these girls to be your girlfriend, which one would you choose?”
“I… I don’t know,” he stammered. But he also looked at her and smiled sheepishly.
“Oh, come on,” she pressed, nudging him with her elbow. “Which one do you think is the hottest?”
Brian looked back at the screen, furrowing his brow and absently rubbing his knees. Swallowing, he pointed at the screen and simply said, “Her.”
The girl in question was young, with long, blonde, curly hair. She smiled sweetly at the camera, her green eyes mischievous.
“She’s not very… busty,” Melinda said. “But she’s definitely hot in that ‘girl next door’ sort of way. Let’s see here….”
She thought for a moment and then typed, “young girl with long blonde hair and small boobs.”
Melinda heard Brian’s breath catch and she looked over at the stunned kid, smiling.
Her search filter was off, meaning that mature images wouldn’t be blocked; several of the women on the screen were topless or fully nude.
Brian squirmed, not blinking. His hand hovered toward his crotch as if magnetized; he obviously had experience with porn and knew what to do with his penis while looking at it. But Brian must have remembered that he was with company and brought his hand down onto his leg. It looked like this decision was almost physically painful.
Melinda bit her lip to stop from laughing. Not that she had any room to judge Brian; she was super horny too. It wasn’t the naked girls that turned Melinda on, even though most of them were gorgeous. It was that she was sharing these photos with a kid who was obviously turned on by them. Her nipples hardened almost immediately.