Pat was about 5’5″ tall and looked like a suburban house wife. Brown hair, shoulder length, a bit frumpy. She had a bigger butt than I’m sure she wanted but fairly large breasts. She was still carrying a lot of her pregnancy weight and the breast-feeding was keeping her chest large as well. At 18, I had already fantasized about her many times long before the baby and now that I was working at her house every day, the fantasies were full on. I was a good boy though, and could only dream of turning my fantasies into reality.
The house was two stories, typical suburban place but it sat on a hill, so almost the entire job was on a ladder. In addition, the place had a water view, so the entire back end was mostly windows. It was a tedious job, and not too far into it, I realized I hadn’t really negotiated for enough money. To make matters worse, Pat started to ask for more time scraping lose paint, and wanted the inside of the windows painted too. I complained to my mom and another neighbor and they sympathized. My next door neighbor promised to bring it to her attention.
As the job progressed, Pat was in and out of the house. Shopping, going to the grocery store, to the beach, etc. etc. if the baby wasn’t sleeping, she was out of the house with it. This suited me fine, since I didn’t have to worry about bothering her or the kid when I was back and forth opening and closing windows as I painted.
Pretty much as soon as Pat left, I would head inside the house, sneak around a little and take a rest from the sun. Typically, I would spend a few minutes in a bathroom masturbating, usually fantasizing about Pat. Since I was already convinced I was being underpaid, I decided that I could justify some petty theft. I went through their record collection and found a few albums that were to my liking (I was convinced that the mono version of Introducing the Beatles would be worth hundreds one day). I think I grabbed a pocketknife, some booze and some other stupid kitchen items I was sure I could use in college.
On these little trips into the house I became bolder with time. Eventually, I was grabbing whatever silky undergarments I could find and taking them into the bathroom with me. The added thrill was making the job worthwhile. On one of the trips, I found a hardcore porno magazine in the bottom of her hubby’s bedside table. I was used to playboy and penthouse, but this was a magazine with real looking people having sex. (Ironically, the sort of thing you can find on the Internet now in about 30 seconds). Suddenly my trips to the bathroom were getting more and more frequent.
Pat was still breastfeeding, so every now and then I would catch a glimpse of her feeding the baby. This was adding fuel to the fire and I started to get crazed about sex as the painting progress slowed to a crawl. I now started scheming how I could get a glimpse of Pat in the bathroom, or changing. I was constantly leaving blinds and curtains slightly open, hoping pat would be in the right place at the right time when I had the ladder next to her bedroom or bathroom. The best I got was a good boob shot of her nursing. I was starting to turn into a serious peeping Tom, but not getting any peep!
Finally, one day when I was in her bathroom pants around my ankles and magazine in hand, Pat came home but I hadn’t heard the car in the driveway as usual. I stashed the magazine and her panties under the sink figuring I could get back to them later. Pat was putting the baby down in the nursery and as I walked out of her bedroom past her, she asked me to stay out of the nursery for a while. As I headed back out to my slave labor, I heard the shower start up in the bathroom. I moved my ladder into position so I had a chance of getting a peek. I did get a peek, but not of anything worthwhile. Pat closed the shades as she got undressed and I was skunked again.
About an hour later, Pat called me into the house and asked if she could talk to me. My heart was pounding as I met her in the living room. “You are doing a great job on the house, Mike and I are really happy with the way the front looks and the neighbors have all been complimenting us.” She told me as I stood in the middle of the room.
“Sit down” she said as I looked around uncomfortably. “I really can’t I have paint all over my overalls and I don’t want to get it on your furniture” I replied.
“Take the overalls off, I really need to talk to you for a few minutes and you don’t look comfortable standing there” Pat said. I tried to explain to her that I didn’t have a shirt on under them and she told me not to be silly, she has seen me painting without a shirt nearly every afternoon, what was I acting shy about now.
“I want you to understand something” she said. “We really are happy with your work, and I also understand that you are doing a lot more than you originally bargained for. Mrs K— told me that I was taking advantage of you and I feel bad about it.” “When the job is done, Mike thinks we can make it up to you, we had professionals give us quotes and even if you take all summer, we will save money, so we’ll make it up to you.”
Suddenly, I was feeling REALLY petty for stealing and spending half my days jerking off. Pat was actually paying me by the hour, so there was no way I was really going to lose money and I started to explain that I was ok with it, I was just sorry that it was taking longer than I had anticipated.
“There is something else I need to talk to you about though” she said … now my heart really sank, my face became flush and I felt like I was about to throw up. “Mike noticed a couple things missing, we aren’t really that upset, and I don’t even know if it was you, but with Mike being a cop, he takes these things seriously.” I stammered a bit and replied “Well, I have borrowed a couple things, I, uh, needed something to open the paint cans with and I found a pocket knife in the basement. I also borrowed a couple record albums, I didn’t think you would mind, I planned to put them back after I made a couple tapes”
Pat smiled back at me and said she had told Mike that was probably the case, but that he insisted she confront me. I apologized over and over and told her I would apologize to Mike. She asked me if there was anything else I wanted to tell her about.
“Well, Please don’t tell my mom about this, but I also took a bottle of liqueur from your liquor cabinet. My girlfriend has a real taste for that sort of thing, and I had thrown it in my car to have with her while her folks are out of town this weekend.” Pat laughed and said they hadn’t even noticed that a bottle was missing and told me to enjoy it with my girlfriend. “I’m glad to hear you have a girlfriend though” She said. “Because I was actually wanting to talk to you about the magazine I found in the bathroom, along with a pair of my panties”
At that point, I was completely flustered and couldn’t even respond. All I could say was, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I’m really, really sorry … Pat just smiled back and told me it was okay. She was a little upset about the fact that I was in her panty drawer and upset that I had brought a magazine like that into her house. I was about to correct her and tell her it was her husbands, when I realized that wasn’t going to help my situation. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry” was all I could repeat.
At that point Pat just laughed and told me she understood. “Boys aren’t really that different from girls you know, we all have needs. I do find it amusing that boys can’t seem to hold off on those needs until they are with their girlfriends though!”
“Pat, my girlfriend isn’t like that” I explained. “All we do is kiss”
“That’s all?” Pat asked. “Well, pretty much, yea.” I replied.
“So, you haven’t even touched her breasts?” Pat asked.
“Well, sure, I’ve done that, but not much more” I told her.
“Well, that’s probably all you should do, but you know, it’s probably not because she doesn’t want more” Pat told me.
“Oh, I don’t know, she is at Our Lady of Mercy and I think she doesn’t want to do anything more” I told her. Again, Pat laughed, ” I went to Mercy, TRUST me, she wants more!” “Has she ever actually stopped you when you have been kissing and groping?” she asked.
“No” I replied “but she isn’t doing the things my friends girlfriends are doing for them either”
“Well, you might be surprised what girls and women really want.” With that, Pat finished her glass of wine and stood up. I stood up as well, assuming that our meeting was over. As I grabbed my coveralls, Pat said “don’t get up yet, l was just grabbing another grass of wine. Why don’t you join me. It’s Friday afternoon, it’s hot outside, how much more did you expect to get done anyway?”
Put sat back down and handed me a beer, “now, where were we” she said. “Oh, that’s right, no one wants to admit the truth about sex. Admit nothing and you are a prude, tell too much you are a slut. And I know the equivalent is true for men and boys.”
“Except there is no such thing as telling too much when you are in High School.” I corrected.
“That’s just because you don’t have anything to tell!” Pat laughed
“Well, I’m not totally a Virgin, give me a little credit” I said
“Not totally, is that like being “Kind of pregnant” Either you are, or you aren’t sweetheart” Have you ever had intercourse?” Past asked.
“No, I relied. But I played around with this girl I met sailing once, and we had oral sex.” Which seemed like a good reply, even if all I had managed was a hand job. I guess I was proving her point about lying without even realizing it.
“Well, you have a lot to learn then” said Pat. “But maybe this will be your big weekend” she said with a wink. “Oh I don’t I replied, but at least we’ll have a little privacy, and we won’t be in the back of a car.” I answered. “I’m really nervous about it, neither of us know much and I don’t want it to be a bad experience for her”