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 Another year passed and my life changed again.  Six months after my fling
with Ben, one of the paralegals filed a sexual harassment charge against
one of the lawyers at my office.  I confirmed that I'd witnessed him
touching her and wound up, suddenly not meeting expectations at work.  I
left with a nice severance package to keep me from coming after them and
took some time for myself.

   Summer came and Will was off with his dad for three months, leaving me
with way too much quiet to deal with.

   I was out picking weeds when I heard someone call out, "Hi, Mrs. 
Carol."

   I turned around and found Karl standing on the sidewalk behind me.  Karl
was a year older than Will and, at sixteen, stood a couple of inches taller
but was about thirty pounds lighter.

   "Hey, Karl, what's up?" I asked.

   He walked over and said, "My mom sent me down to make sure you're coming
by tonight."

   It was Tuesday night which meant the guys went out to do whatever they
did and the girls all got together for movies and gossip.  Well, gossip and
about five minutes of movie.

   "Yeah, I'll be there," I said.

   He hesitated a second and then finally said, "Cool.  I'll let her know."

   I'd caught his hesitation and I'd also caught his eyes coming up to meet
mine.  I was wearing a tank top and shorts while I pulled weeds and I was
pretty sure the tank top was open enough for him to get a good long look at
my cleavage.

   I had a devious little thought and asked Karl, "So what are you up to
right now?"

   He shrugged and said, "Nothing."

   "Would you like to help an old lady pull weeds?" I asked.  "I'd be happy
to pay you."

   "Okay," he said.  "But you don't have to pay me."

   I laughed and said, "You haven't seen the backyard yet!  I'd rather pay
you and get this done than do it all myself."

   He just nodded and got down with me to start pulling weeds.  As we
worked I made sure to turn towards him and give him a few peeks down my
tank top.  He was more than willing to take those peeks.  I turned away
from him and thrust my ass up in the air, giving him a nice long view as we
worked.

   Once all the weeds along the front of the house, I laid down on my back
and said, "I am too old for this."

   "You are so not old, Mrs.  Carol," Karl said.

   I looked over at him and gave him a smile.

   "Thank you, Karl," I said.  "I think that's nicest thing anyone's said
to me in a long time."

   He blushed and looked away.

   "I don't know about you but I'm thirsty," I said.  "Want to come inside
and have a Coke?"

   "Sure," he said.

   We got up and I made sure to brush the grass and dirt off my ass in
front of him before we went in.  We walked into my house and he followed me
to the kitchen.  He sat at the breakfast bar while I pulled two Cokes out
of the fridge.

   I walked over and handed him his while I rolled mine across the back of
my neck.

   "I didn't think it was going to be this hot today," I said, watching him
out of the corner of my eyes as I rolled the can of Coke across the tops of
my breasts.  I had his undivided attention.

   I finally opened the can and took a long drink.  I looked over at him
and asked, "So why aren't you off causing trouble with your friends?"

   He shrugged and said, "I don't really have a lot of friends and the ones
I do have are all off on vacation."

   "That sucks," I said.  "Well, if it's any consolation, there are a ton
of weeds in the backyard and you can be my weed pulling buddy."

   He blushed and said, "Okay."

   I glanced at the clock on the microwave and said, "But wed pulling is
going to have to wait until tomorrow.  I've got to take a shower and then
get to the store before I head over to your place."

   "Okay," he said.  "What time should I come by tomorrow?"

   "How about ten?" I asked.  "That way I can make sure I'm awake."

   "Cool," he said, taking his coke and heading for the door.  "See you
later, Mrs.  Carol."

   "Karl," I said.

   He stopped and turned around to look at me.

   "It's Lizzi, not Mrs.  Carol, okay?  Mrs.  Carol makes me feel old!"

   He smiled and said, "Okay... Lizzi."

   *****

   Karl was at my door right at ten and I led him around back and we got to
work.  I was wearing a tight pair of jean shorts and another low cut tank
top.  He took more than one long look and I was pretty sure I could see a
bulge in the front of his shorts.

   At noon I decided we needed a lunch break.  We went into the kitchen and
I made a couple of sandwiches.  We ate at the breakfast bar and I decided
to get to know Karl a little better.

   "So what do you like to do for fun, Karl?" I asked.

   He shrugged and said, "I don't know.  Play video games, play on the
internet and watch TV the usual stuff."

   "What about sports?" I asked.

   He smiled a sad, little smile and said, "I'm not really all that
coordinated and I'm not too good at sports."

   "Well, what about basketball?" I asked.  "You're tall and skinny and I
bet you run fast, that works to your advantage there."

   He blushed and said, "I suck at dribbling.  I managed to dribble the
ball too hard and bounce it off of my face."

   I couldn't help myself, I laughed hard.  He smiled and looked out the
window.  Even though he was smiling I could see the sadness in his eyes. 
Of all people, I should know how much someone laughing at you hurts.

   I reached across the table and put my hand on his.  He jumped at my
touch and turned to look at me, his eyes wide.

   "I'm sorry, Karl, I shouldn't have laughed like that," I said.

   "It's okay," he said.  "It is a little funny."

   "Well, if it will make you feel better, in high school my best friend
Crystal sucked at sports too.  She got nailed in the face when we were
playing volleyball in P.E.  and the ball actually broke her nose."

   "Ouch!" He said.  "That sucks!"

   "It probably didn't help her that, after we made sure she was okay, my
other best friend, Mandy, and I fell down on the floor laughing at her. 
Crystal tried to yell at us but, with her nose broken she sounded freaky.
It only made us laugh more."

   He smiled and said, "I wish I had friends like that."

   "I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for my sisters in crime," I
said.

   "I bet you were really popular in school too," he said.  "Were you a
cheerleader?"

   This time I laughed so hard I almost fell out of my chair.

   "God no!" I said.  "Never a cheerleader!  And, popular?  More like we
were the three outcasts of the school.  The three freaks everyone loved to
hate."

   His jaw dropped.

   "No way!" He said.  "As hot as you are I totally would've thought you'd
be a cheerleader."

   His words hit home and made me smile.  He caught what he'd said and his
face turned bright red.

   I squeezed his hand, the hand I didn't realize I'd still been holding,
and said, "Okay, mister, you keep up the flattery we're going to have to
butter the door to get my head through."

   "I'm sorry," he said.  "I didn't mean to say it like that.  I just..."

   "Karl," I said, cutting him off, "You just gave a girl a compliment and
made her day.  This is the part where you shut up and enjoy making her
smile."

   "Okay," he said, pretending to zip his lips.

   I sat back and thought about what I was doing.  I was teasing some
lonely sixteen year old boy just for kicks.  Was that really who I was?

   "Karl," I said.  "I'm feeling a little worn out.  How about we call it a
day and start over tomorrow?"

   "Sure," he said.  "Same time?"

   "Yeah," I said.

   I walked him to the door and let him out.  He looked back, gave me a
huge grin and waved.  I waved back and then closed the door.

   I walked over to my sofa and dropped down onto it.  Teasing a sixteen
year old boy, this is what I'd come to.  I felt sick to my stomach.  I
hadn't thought about what I was doing, I'd just done it and ignored the
consequences of my actions.  I was acting just like Mitch had, being a
friend when all I wanted to do was use him as a play toy to get some sick
fun at his expense.

   I punched the pillow on my sofa and that didn't help.  I stomped around
the house, trying to figure out how to make things right with him.  The
poor kid had no idea I'd been screwing with his head and the least I could
was apologize to him.

   I nodded my head.  Yeah, I'd apologize and be upfront and honest with
him and hope I didn't hurt him too bad.

   *****

   The next morning, Karl came over and I brought him in and we sat down on
the sofa.  Unlike the last two days, this morning I was wearing longer
shorts and a regular t-shirt.

   "Karl, I need to talk to you about something," I said.

   "Okay," he said, looking very nervous.

   I sighed and just decided to spill it all out.  "I've been mean to you.
I've been shaking my tits and ass at you for two days, getting off on
teasing you and that's not fair to you.  I shouldn't be teasing you like
that.  I'm sorry."

   He sat for a minute, digesting this, before he said, "Umm... I... I want
to say something but I don't want to offend you."

   I smiled and said, "Say what's on your mind."

   He let out a breath and, in a rush, said, "I don't think it was cruel or
mean.  I really liked looking at you."

   I hesitated.  He wasn't mad?  I would have been pissed.

   "I have to tell you this is not the reaction I expected," I said. 
"You're honestly not mad at me for teasing you like that?"

   His face turned red and he looked down at the floor.  "Mrs.  Carol..."

   "Lizzi," I said.

   "Lizzi... You're really, really pretty.  Most of the girls my age that
are as pretty as you won't even let me come near them, let alone check them
out like I got to do with you," he said.

   "Why won't they let you come near them?" I asked.

   He snorted a laugh and said, "I'm kind of geeky, in case you hadn't
noticed.  Not a lot of hot girls want to hang out with a guy like me."

   I smiled and said, "That's because they don't know you.  Can I tell you
a secret?"

   He nodded.

   "When I was fourteen I dated a math geek," I said, smiling at my
memories of Jack.  "I sucked at math and he was my math tutor.  The he
became my friend and, eventually, my lover.  You remind me a lot of him and
I am so glad I sucked at math or I would never have gotten to meet such a
wonderful guy."

   He sat thinking about that for a minute and then smiled.

   "That is so cool," he said.  "If a girl as hot as you could be dating a
math geek, that gives the rest of us hope."

   I laughed and said, "I wouldn't say I was all that hot."

   "I bet you were," he replied.

   "Oh really?" I asked, getting off the sofa and walking over to my
bookcase.  I kept all of my yearbooks in the front room for those occasions
when I started to feel down.  All I had to do was pull one down and look
back at me, Mandy and Crystal and my depression would fade away.

   I grabbed the yearbook I was looking for and brought it over to the
sofa. I sat down and paged through to find my picture.  Shaking my head at
my goofy looking fourteen year old self, I handed the yearbook to Karl.

   Seeing my picture, he shook his head and said, "You were super hot."

   I laughed and said, "Thank you, Karl.  You just totally made my day."

   He smiled and handed me back my yearbook.  I set it on the table and
asked, "Are you sure you're not mad at me?"

   "Why would I be mad?" He asked.  "That's the closest to the real thing
I've been."

   He said it fast, not thinking about it, and, once the words were out,
his face turned bright red.

   "So you've never seen a woman naked?" I asked.

   "Not for real," he answered.  "I've seen naked women in magazines and
movies but not in real life."

   I thought about that for a minute and then asked, "So, from what little
I've shown you, do you prefer the magazines and movies or my little peep
show."

   He looked down at the ground and mumble, "You."

   I laughed and said, "Karl, you are going to make some girl very happy
one of these days.  You know all the right things to say!"

   He smiled at me and we sat together for a moment before I said, "I guess
those weeds aren't going to pick themselves.  I should probably go change
my shirt so we can get to work."

   He looked up, his mouth open, about to say something, when he stopped
and looked back at the floor.

   I waited but he didn't look back up to say anything so I asked, "What
were you going to say?"

   "Nothing," he mumbled.

   "No, tell me," I said.  "After talking about me giving you a peep show
you shouldn't feel embarrassed around me anymore, silly!"

   He looked up and started to speak buts topped again.  He opened his
mouth and finally blurted out, "You said about changing your shirt and I
was going to ask why you even needed to wear a shirt."

   I gasped and said, "Karl!  I'm shocked at you.  Shocked I say!  It's
like you want to check out my tits or something."

   He glanced up at me and, seeing the smile on my face, gave me a grin of
his own.

   I thought about what to do next.  We should get up and go out and pull
the weeds and let it go at that.  That would be the smart thing to do.  The
not smart thing was the one I was thinking about doing instead.

   He was only sixteen, just a year older than my own son, and the thoughts
I was thinking were so wrong.  I could get in so much trouble but I think
that was part of the allure for me.  He was too young and a virgin, both of
which turned me on more than I wanted to admit.

   Finally, I just gave up and gave in to my temptation.

   "So are you saying you want me to take off my shirt, Karl?" I asked.

   His head came up and his eyes bugged out of his head.  He stared at me
for a long time, his mouth working but nothing would come out of it.  He
ended up just nodding his head.

   I grinned at him and reached down and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. 
With one pull, I brought it up, over my head, and off.  I dropped it on the
floor and watched his reaction.

   His jaw fell open and he gasped.  His eyes took in the lace material of
my bra and the naked skin of my stomach.  I let him take a long look at the
bare skin of the top of my breasts before I asked, "What else do you want,
Karl?"

   He licked his lips and looked at me.  He whispered, "Can you take your
bra off?"

   "Do you want me to?" I asked.

   He nodded enthusiastically.

   I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra.  I held the cups against
my breasts as I slid my shoulders out of the straps.  I slid the cups down,
slowly revealing the bare skin of my breasts.  I dropped the bra and let
Karl take in my breasts.  His breath rasped in and out as he stared at me.

   I slid my hands up my stomach and cupped my breasts.  I rubbed my hands
over them, feeling my nipples harden at my touch.

   I slid my hands off my breasts, letting him see my hard nipple, and
asked, "Do you like what you see?"

   "Oh God, yes!" He breathed.

   I slid my fingers back up to my nipples and pinched them.  I moaned as I
touched myself for him.

   "What about that?" I asked.

   "That is so fucking hot," he said.

   I slid my fingers down my breasts and across my stomach.  I stopped them
at the button to my shorts and asked, "Is there anything else you want to
see?"

   Seeing where my fingers were he nodded vigorously and said, "I want to
see everything."

   I stood up and turned my back to him.  I unbuttoned and unzipped my
shorts and wiggled out of them, slowly sliding them down and exposing my
bare ass cheeks to him.  I watched over my shoulder as he saw what kind of
panties I was wearing and his jaw dropped.

   "You wear a thong?" He whispered in amazement.

   "I don't like panty lines," I told him.  "Plus it makes me feel sexy."

   "It's super sexy," he said.

   I grinned at him and slid my shorts all the way down.  I stepped out of
them and turned around, giving him the full view of me in just my thong.  I
made a full circle and was standing to my back with him again.  I hooked my
thumbs under my thong and slid it down, exposing my ass to him.  His whole
body shuddered at the sight.

   I slid the thong off and then turned to let him see the rest of me.  He
let out a little gasp as her saw the tiny strip of hair that just barely
hid my pussy.

   "I take it you like how I trim it?" I asked.

   "Yeah," he breathed.  "It's just like the girls in Playboy and stuff."

   I laughed and said, "I've kept it like that for longer than some of
those girls have been alive!  I've never liked a lot of pubic hair.  Or
panty lines, for that matter."

   I sat back down on the sofa and leaned back against the arm.  I spread
my legs a little for him and his eyes went right down between them.  I felt
my heart starting to race in my chest.  Here I was, with a sixteen year old
boy and I was completely naked.  I had to be out of my mind but it was such
a turn on!

   "So now that I'm naked, don't you think you should get naked too?" I
asked.

   His eyes shot up to mine and a look of fear ran across his face.

   "I don't know," he said in a shaky voice.

   "Karl, it's okay," I said.  "You don't have to if you don't want to.  We
can stop right here if you want but I have to tell you something."

   I took a breath, surprised at how nervous I suddenly felt.  "I'm very
turned on right now, Karl.  Being naked for you has my heart racing and,
I'll be honest, the thought of you being naked too is almost more than I
can take."

   "You really want me naked?" He asked.

   "Hell yes!" I said.

   He thought about it for a minute before he stood up.  He undressed
quickly, not giving himself time to think about what he was doing and
possible stop.  He pulled his shirt off and then yanked down his shorts,
exposing the white briefs he was wearing.  He turned his back to me and
yanked down his briefs, giving me a nice view of his ass, before he sat
back down on the couch, his hands covering his cock.

   I smiled and said, "No fair!  You got to see everything now it's my
turn."

   His whole body was red from the embarrassment he was feeling.  I slid
closer and put my hands on his wrists.  He jumped a little but he didn't
resist as I lifted up his hands, exposing his hard cock.

   His hard cock stood up ramrod straight and a little drop of precum
dripped from the tip as I watched.

   I looked up and met his eyes.

   "Very nice," I said.

   "Thank you," he whispered.

   "You have me so turned on right now," I told him.

   "Do I really?" he asked, his voice full of hope.

   I scooted close to him, until our legs were touching.  I took his hand
and put it on my bare thigh.  Slowly, I slid his hand higher up my leg.  I
slid his hand up to my pussy and pressed myself against him.  He let out a
low moan as his fingers felt just how wet he had me.

   "Can you feel how wet you've made me, Karl?" I whispered to him

   He could only nod and stare at his hand against my pussy.

   "Ball your fist but keep your middle finger extended like you're
flipping someone off," I told him.

   He did and I pressed the tip of his finger against my pussy.  I slid his
finger all the way into me, whimpering at the feel of him inside me.

   "Do you feel how hot and wet my pussy is, Karl?" I asked.  "That's
because of you."

   He sat there, his finger deep inside me, his whole body shivering from
his desire.

   I pulled his finger out and brought it to my mouth.  His eyes bugged out
as I licked his finger, tasting my wetness.  I sucked his finger into my
mouth, licking off any of my wetness before I set his hand back down on my
thigh.

   "Do you want to keep going, Karl?" I asked him.

   He nodded.

   "If we do it has to be our secret," I said.

   "I won't tell anyone," he said.  "I promise."

   I smiled and said, "They'll know you got laid.  You guys can't hide that
big of a shit eating grin.  You just can't tell them who the lucky girl
is."

   "Okay," he whispered.

   "Now, I have to tell you something," I said.  "It'll be a little
embarrassing but it's the truth.  Okay?"

   "Sure," he said.

   "When I touch your cock, you're not going to last long," I said.  You
might get it into my pussy for a couple of pumps but you'll cum quick. 
Okay?"

   His face burning red again, he nodded.

   "Now my question is: do you want to cum in my pussy for your first time
or my mouth?" I asked.

   His whole body shivered as he tried to speak.  It took him several tried
but he finally said, "Your mouth."

   I grinned and slid off the sofa.  I knelt in front of him and spread his
legs.  I pulled him a little closer to the edge of the sofa.  I gave him
one last smile before I turned my attention to his cock.

   Starting at the base of his shaft, I licked my way up his cock, licking
off all of the precum that had dribbled down it.  He let out a loud moan
and grabbed my sofa cushions.  I licked my way around the head of his cock
and then slid it into my mouth.  I sucked and licked the head of his cock
before taking more of him into my mouth.

   I only slid my mouth up and down his cock a couple of times before he
cried out and felt his cock throb against my tongue.  Cum exploded out of
him and into my mouth.  He cried out with each load of cum he shot into my
mouth.  I kept sucking him until he fell back against the sofa panting.

   I slid his cock out of my mouth and asked, "Was it everything you
hoped?"

   He took a minute to catch his breath and said, "So much better."

   I laughed and said, "I'm glad you enjoyed."

   He got serious and said, "I'm sorry I didn't last very long."

   I shook my head and said, "I told you that you wouldn't.  Karl, no guy
really does.  You just have to work on your stamina is all."

   He grinned and said, "Do you know anyone that will help me with that?"

   I returned his grin and said, "I might but she needs some weeds pulled
in her yard first.  Then we'll see what happens."