He grinned and started to mow. I went inside, but I kept finding myself going to the window to take a peek. At some point Brett peeled his tank top of...f to expose his tan young body. At this point I was getting pretty wet. My underwear was starting to feel sticky and I knew I was going to have to do something about this. I found a chair in my spare bedroom where I could discretely rub my clit while also watching Brett outside my window as he mowed my lawn. I watched him as he flexed his arms to. I was the chick-flick version of me. The me that queues up the ending of The Fifth Element at least once a month and has a good cry. (Shut up. It's a beautiful moment.)But that version of me needed a few seconds to spin up to power, so I didn't know what to make of her yet. Into that void of indecision rushed an event that collided with destiny and forever altered its course.There at the coffee shop, I just saw tits, legs, ass, hair, dress, feet. Here on the stairs, this was really my first. ”His grin turned sexy. “Do I look uninterested?” he murmured, and pulled her lightly against his body. She could feel something nudge against her hip. Something hard, and big, and decidedly penis-shaped. She couldn’t stop the surprised gasp as he lowered his head to lick at her collarbone with the tip of his tongue. He smelled so clean, and fresh, and he was hot and wet, and hard and male. “Do I feel uninterested?”And with that he yanked her harder, firmer, into his grasp, so that she was . "Well," exclaimed Mom as she reached into the pocket of her skirt and took out a small jar, "Look at that. You certainly are good to go!"Good to go was an understatement.She looked up at me. "Now do you want to do it yourself until you need my help or do you want to just sit back and let me do it for you?"Was that a trick question?Obvious answer was fucking obvious. As if I was going to say NO to my first ever masturbation session by someone else. Doing it solo was great and all but to have it.