Just One Look

Even as Jake explained and apologized to her, her immediate reaction couldn't be helped.

It was only hours later when she was lying in bed that she started to realize what happened, and what it really meant.

Jake saw up her skirt, and it wasn't something he was going to make fun of her for, but it was something that aroused him.

But she knew she wasn't like all those girls on tv, she didn't have the big boobs, didn't dress like them, didn't act like them. And she didn't even own any "sexy" underwear. She remembered as Jake told her what he saw how well he remembered the panties she was wearing. Could he really have found them sexy?

Becky ran her hands to her hips, feeling below the loose boxer shorts she was wearing and felt the edges of her panties. She knew they were just plain white cotton panties, not the ones Jake saw, but would he like to see her in these as well?

She squeezed her legs together imagining Jake looking at her, and felt a tingle building there. And what would he do with her panties if he took them?

Why was he holding them up to her face? Her left hand moved down to the front of her body and pressed on the small mound, pressing on her panties . . just the spot where Jake must have seen. She started arching her hips slightly, increasing the pressure between her hand and her groin.

She pictured Jake standing there, holding her panties and rubbing himself. Becky couldn't think of any other explanation: Jake was turned on by her panties. Turned on by seeing her panties. Was sexually turned on by her! The feeling between her legs kept growing as she pressed harder and harder into herself, picturing over and over Jake, her panties in one hand, rubbing himself with the other.

Becky's breathing stooped momentarily as she gave out a little grunt and a small orgasm shuddered her body.

Laying idly beneath her covers, her body relaxed from her recent orgasm, Becky once again traced the outline of her panties from her hips down to her inner thighs. She couldn't help smiling to herself, thinking about Jake, and knowing how she had affected him.

But what would she do next week?

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"So here I am," Jake said aloud looking from him parked car to the front of the Harper's house.

Many times during that week, he thought he'd never make it back. But after considering all of his options, he decided to just pretend nothing happened and try to put the whole incident behind him (assuming Becky could!). And after freaking out anytime the phone rang earlier in the week, fearing Mrs. Harper (or worse!), he was beginning to think things might be ok.

He also forced himself to stop fantasizing about Becky (although there was one night he considered what might have been if Becky didn't drop her eggs, what he could have been holding, touching, rubbing up against. . .) and hoped this restraint might somehow see him through this after all.

His heart almost froze when he heard the tapping on his window and looked up to see Mrs. Harper squinting in his window. "Jake!" she barked.

He jumped out of the car fearing the worst.

"My god! You look like you've seen a ghost!" She said, her face breaking into a smile. "Sorry to startle you like that, but when I came outside I thought you were sleeping!"

"No, no. . .Mrs. Harper" he uttered, "I was just . . . thinking"

"OK, Jake," she said, turning around, "now get in there and make my daughter start thinking as well." With a last wave she got into her car and drove off.

After her car turned the corner, Jake took a deep breath and walked slowly to the front door, reached up and pushed the doorbell.

. . . . . . . .

After a few seconds he heard Becky call out "come in Jake," and he opened the door. Not seeing Becky he walked down the hall and just as he stepped into the kitchen Becky also walked into the kitchen from the dining room entrance and stood with her hands on her chair. He involuntarily clasped his hand in front of him hiding the instant bulge that appeared in his jeans.

Becky stood there in a powder blue pleated skirt, just above her knees, a white collared sleeveless top, buttoned down the front and white sneakers with pink socks, bunched around her ankles. She gave Jake a shy smile and slid into her chair, opening the notebook on the table.

Jake quickly sat down opposite to her and just stared. He noticed she was wearing the same pendant she had on her birthday, and looking at her hair noticed it was up in the same ponytail. She was dressed exactly as she was that day he remembered so well.

He felt his penis get more and more engorged as he considered what this meant. At worst it didn't seem she was angry he figured, and at best?

As she rearranged her papers, looking down, Jake shook his head. He had made a number of bad decisions regarding Becky, and he didn't want to make another one. He had to do what was right.

"Becky?"

"Yes" she replied quickly looking him in the eyes for just a fraction of a second before averting them and looking somewhere off to his left.

"I just want to say again how sorry I was for what happened last week. I didn't mean to upset you, and it was wrong of me, and if you think it would be better for your mom to be here when I come around I'd understand."

Becky again looked straight into Jake's eyes, holding them this time. "No, that's ok." She looked away, her cheeks reddening slightly. "And I'm not upset. And. . . . so you'd know I'm not mad I wore what I wore that day." She looked down at the table for a moment. "And I'm sorry I walked in on you last week. I guess if you liked my . . . panties that much, it would've been ok for you to take them."

Jake's eyes inadvertently went to hallway, and her bedroom.

"Oh," she said quickly. "They're not there anymore. . . . I'm . . . wearing them today." Becky looked up once again with a shy smile. Jake saw how much quicker she seemed to be breathing. Becky took a deep breath, ." . . . I think they're the right ones. . . should you check?"

Jake stood and slowly walked around the table as Becky turned her chair facing outwards then sat back, her legs tightly together, ankles crossed with her hands protectively on her lap. He knelt down about five feet from her, his head level with her chest and took in the beautiful site before him.

He looked at her white calves up to her knees, tightly pressed together and the inch or so of flesh showing before the hem of her skirt. Her hands were clasped together pushing the skirt into the crevice between her knees, obscuring the view he was so longing to see. Her bottom was pushed to the back of the chair and as he looked at the white shirt laid over the top of her skirt, he saw her squirm a little, shifting the weight from side to side. He followed her buttons up to her chest and with her bare arms pressed together admired her chest, heaving with her quickened breaths. And then he looked at her beautiful face, her lips slightly parted allowing her accelerated breathing.

"Oh, " she said suddenly, ." . . . am I . . . am I supposed to .. .lift it?"

Jake couldn't help but notice how nervous she was. "Can I? He asked, sliding a bit forward, now within arms length of her knees. She nodded slowly.

He shuffled up to her until he was just inches from her legs. Slowly he reached up and put his hands over her wrists. At the first touch her heard the smallest gasp from Becky, and looking up he smiled at her and gently lifted her hands from her lap. Caressing her wrists lightly with his thumbs he brought her hands down on either side of her, hands now grasping the chair.

Jake leaned back and move his hands on each side of her knees, grasping the hem of her skirt. He slowly pushed back, transfixed by the juncture of her tightly closed legs as more and more of her legs were revealed.

He stopped momentarily as half of her upper legs were revealed an then lifted the blue material slightly, folding it onto her lap. He knew if he were to lean back he would be able to see all the way up her skirt now, but he wanted to prolong the moment a bit longer.

Reaching back down to the folded edge of her skirt, now halfway up her thigh, he once again started inching the material up her legs, delighting in every new glimpse of her bare legs.

Finally, after his hands were almost to her hips, there in between her bare upper thighs, a small triangle of white and blue cotton was revealed to him. He leaned back on his heels and took in the wondrous view in front of him.

As aroused as he was the last time, seeing Becky like this, her hands straight at her sides, her skirt pushed up and that delicate triangle of fabric at the top of her beautifully bare legs was almost more that he could bare. He looked from her tightly crossed ankles to her flushed face, her eyes in her lap and realized how much more sexy she was is her obvious shyness. Staring at her exposed panties, he noticed how she seemed to occasionally press her legs even more tightly together for a moment before relaxing again. He had never been so turned on.

Becky looked down in her lap at panties showing beneath he pulled up skirt and felt she could hardly keep her breath. She couldn't believe she actually when through with this, and in fact just before he got there that afternoon almost changed into her loosest fitting clothes she owned.

But here she was, Jake looking at her exposed legs, staring at her panties, only a thin cotton layer protecting her most private of area and she felt like she was going to pass out! She was so nervous she forgot to move her hands from her lap for Jake, but got that much more excited as he gently reached for her and allowed himself access to her skirt.

And as he slid her skirt up her legs, she could feel the heat in her lap as she got more and more aroused. When he finally sat back she couldn't stop herself from squeezing he legs tighter together, the pressure on her privates giving her a bit of relief from the pulsing she felt.

Becky looked up at Jake, his face in total concentration and blushed even more knowing what he was staring at. Her legs tightened again, her body involuntarily trying to relieve the "itch" growing under her so scrutinized panties.

Jake looked up at her. "May I . . .." he started, not knowing exactly what he wanted to say. Becky hesitantly nodded and quietly said "yes."

He reached behind her legs to her ankles and gently cupped her calves. His hands slid down until they reached her still-crossed ankles. He uncrossed her ankles and slid his hands up the sides of her legs resting them on the outsides of her knees.

Ask he curled his fingers between her knees he noticed her thighs tighten again for a moment, release and tighten again. He looked up at her and although she was still facing down, her eyes were now closed and she was breathing heavily through her mouth.

After one more tightening and loosening of he thighs, his eyes again went to the triangle of her panties as he slowly started pulling her knees apart.

At first the triangle grew downward, her legs starting to spread. Once her inner thighs parted, Jake could see all of the front of Becky's panties, the white an blue stripes ending in a straight line across the inside of her skirt, the triangular shape, now more of a top-heavy hourglass. He only stopped when her legs were almost at a ninety degree angle.

He stopped again, taking in this glorious view and watched delightedly as Becky seemed to squirm in her chair, tightening and relaxing her buttocks every few seconds. Jake wanted nothing more than to pleasure this beautiful creature.

When Becky's legs were parted, she felt a new surge of excitement, knowing now that Jake was staring at her panties, her legs wide open, totally exposed. All thoughts of embarrassment were quickly ignored as her body again tried to tighten and with her thighs no longer closed, found no relief for the tingling she felt. Her legs wide open, she squirmed in the chair, her body trying to find something to press against, soothing to ease the maddening feeling between her legs.

She let out another gasp and opened her eyes as she felt Jakes hands now on her hips. As she felt him slide her towards him, her crotch just over the front of the chair, she held her breath, the fabric of her panties pulling ever so gently against her lips, sending what felt like sparks into her stomach.

Jake then brought one hand back between her legs and ever so slowly, and ever so lightly touched his finger to the middle of Becky's panties.

She immediately thrust her hips forward, her body responding to his touch, but just as quick Jake pulled back. Becky found herself rocking her hips back and forth in small thrusts as if searching again for his finger.

Jake looked at Becky. Her eyes closed, lightly her hips moving in tiny thrusts, her panties, her arms still clutching the sides of the chair. Becky started to whimper softly. Again he lifted his finger to her panties, and matching her rhythm, brought a slight pressure to her.

Becky was entirely focused on the maddeningly pleasurable feeling now burning under her panties. And although she was doing all she could to increase the pressure, to rub harder on Jakes finger, he kept the same light touch.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, Jake increased the pressure, and Becky momentarily stopped mid thrust to accept the extra attention before settling back. Jake slid his finger up, tracing the lips beneath the cotton panties until he felt the small bud of her clitoris.

Becky could feel something welling up inside as the pleasure continued to grow, and when she felt Jake find her "special spot" she was sure nothing in the world had ever felt as wonderful.

Becky knew her orgasm was coming, and for a split second she had a moment's embarrassment as all of her previous orgasms were private, and she looked down. Just then Jake buried his face between her legs, his tongue now hungrily lapping at Becky's clitoris through the now saturated fabric of her panties.

This sight and the new sensations where finally enough for Becky as she thrust her hips into Jake's face, letting out a grunt, then her body shook violently with a massive orgasm, her thighs suddenly clamped around his head.

Becky opened her eyes, waves of pleasure still coursing through her body and looked down, surprised to see her body still spasming against Jake as he now held his tongue against her, his mouth still clamped between her legs.

Finally the waves slowly receded and Becky felt her thigh muscles loosen. Jake gave her one last kiss on the center of her panties and stood up.

Becky straighten herself on the chair and pushed the hair that had fallen over her eyes out of the way, and looked up at him.

"That was . .I didn't know I could feel .. ." Becky didn't know how to express how much stronger, more intense, more wonderful that was than any orgasm she's had before. Embarrassed again, she looked down, putting her skirt back into position.

"Oh!" She saw the bulge in the front of his pants. "I'm sorry, can I . . . . should. . ." Becky knew how aroused Jake was and suddenly felt very selfish not thinking what his needs were. Jake saw the confusion in Becky and although his stomach was hurting he was aroused so much, he wasn't sure if he should continue. His pleasuring Becky was the most incredible experience he'd ever had, and he wanted to make sure it didn't end badly for her.

"Becky, I can't tell you how much I enjoyed that." She blushed again. "But maybe we should call it a day."

"Well," she thought back to her birthday, "Do you . . . I mean, would you want. . .." She thought of him rubbing himself holding her panties. "Do you want to take another pair. . . come on" she said leading him to her room.

Jake knew right then what he wanted. He'd take another pair of her panties, hopefully not speed on the way home, and have the quickest whack off in history!

As she entered her room his eyes played over her gorgeous body, and he looked at her skirt, almost unbelieving that he had just had his face up there. Becky opened the top drawer of her dresser and shyly stepped aside.

Jake looked in and slowly reached for the top pair, pale green cotton panties with a little bow on the side. Incredibly, he felt himself get even more aroused. He stood there and looked at her, not knowing if it was proper to just put them in his pocket or ask for a bag?

"Don't you want to . . . like you did before?" Becky said taking his wrist and moving his hand towards his face.

Jake couldn't help but bring her panties all the way to his face and he breathed in the intoxicating scent. It was too much looking at Becky, watching so intently as he breathed in yet another pair of her panties.

Becky reached for his other hand and guided it to the bulge, trying to recreate what she saw the first time he has her panties.

Jake pressed twice on his erection, and knowing he was on the verge of orgasm, grabbed Becky's hand and guided it over his jeans, quickly orgasming with a groan at the feel of her hand against him, and the fell and smell of her panties in his hand. Now it was Jake's turn to be embarrassed.

But Becky had a huge smile on her face, pleased by what she did with just her panties and her hand. "Can I try again next week?" She asked. "I bet I can do better."

Jake couldn't believe what he heard. "Absolutely Becky."

"You want me to wear the same thing again?"

"Actually. . . how about that." Jake pointed to the little yellow sun dress on the hanger of the open closet.

Becky smiled. "Sure!"

Jake excused himself (needing to clean up), and before exiting gave Becky a sweet little kiss on the cheek. He didn't want to move too fast after all, maybe he'd kiss her on the mouth next week.

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Becky was happier than she could ever remember. Her mother even commented on her mood, and occasionally just sat smiling at her daughter, wondering if she was finally getting past that horrible time following her husband's death.

Each night that week, Becky lay in her bed replaying what happened with Jake. Each night rubbing herself gently, bringing herself to orgasm as she tried to imitate Jakes touch upon her body. And although she had some of her most satisfying climaxes, she knew it was nothing compared to how Jake made her feel.

And on Thursday night, she even put on the same skirt she wore that weekend, fully dressed under the covers, slowly raising her skirt in the same way Jake did. And when she knew her panties were exposed, slowly spreading her legs before rubbing herself to orgasm once again.

As she lay, panting heavily she thought also of rubbing Jake as he held her panties. How hot he felt, and how excited he was, pressing back against her hand, and the pulsing of his penis as he ejaculated. She wondered what it would be like to open his pants, and touch him, make him feel as good as he made her feel. She looked forward to his next visit, thinking of her sun dress, what she would wear underneath, and fell asleep with a sly grin on her face.

Becky looked at herself in the mirror, checking to make sure everything was in place. Her yellow sun dress was patterned with small flowers, a matching scarf tying her hair in a ponytail above her head. The top of the dress covered her shoulders, the front up to her neck with buttons down the front ending below her breasts.

She looked down at her white sandaled feet up her bare legs to the hem of her dress, as the skirt, just above her knees. She blushed in anticipation of what she hoped was to come.

When Becky opened the door and Jake walked in they embraced tentatively in a close embrace. After a few moments Jake leaned back to look into her eyes before gently leaning in and kissing her on the mouth. His hands went from her back to her bottom, seeking out and tracing the tines of her panties thorough the thin material.