A Knock on the Door Ch. 01

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There was a knock on the door.

It was a too early for Claire to be home and even if it was her, it was unlike her to forget her key. So even though she had no idea who it could be, Lori was more than a little surprised to see a good looking young man at the door. He was about Claire's age, 19 or 20 and looked familiar, but more important than that, he looked upset.

"Um, can I help you?" Lori said as she opened the door. He looked over his shoulder, almost paranoid.

"Hi Miss Reynolds. I don't know if you remember me, I cleaned your gutters last fall. Andy, Andy Parks." he introduced himself.

"Of course. Andy" She was being polite, as she had no clear recollection of him. "What can I do for you?"

"This is going to sound weird, but can I hang out on your back porch for a while?" he asked

"Pardon?" she said, confused.

"Well, there is a group of guys trying to beat me up, and I need a place to hide." he explained.

She didn't see anyone else around, but rather than risk him getting beaten up, she invited him inside. "Come inside, what is this all about?"

Andy stepped inside and as the door close she could she him visibly relax a bit. Not fully, the guy was a wound up coil, but he wasn't as tightly wound once he was inside. "Put down your bag a second, and explain this to me."

"A bunch of guys at the gym are trying to beat me up, and I need a place to hide for a few hours. I'll leave you be, I've got a book to read and everything." he explained.

Lori was confused. "Why don't you just call the cops?"

"I dunno, that seems a bit extreme." he said

"More extreme then wanting to hang out in a stranger's backyard?" she inquired.

"I guess not. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking, I shouldn't have bothered you. I just remembered this place as I was passing and thought Claire might be home." He began to pick up his bag, as if to leave.

Lori stopped him "You know Claire?"

"Of course. We went to school together till last June. I did that science project with her back in grade ten? We ruined your kitchen table."

"Oh god, the volcano! Andy, I didn't recognize you at all" He had changed a lot since grade ten. He was a good looking man now.

"Come, sit. Tell me what is going on"

They moved to the living room, she sat him beside him on the couch.

"It's a long story, but basically a whole bunch of guys want to kick the crap out of me, and a couple of them know where I work and where I live, so I need a place they don't know about till they give up and go home." he told her.

"Why? What could you have possibly done to make them want to hurt you?" she asked.

"Its kind of embarrassing, one of their girlfriends broke up with them and they are blaming me."

"But why? What did you do?" She pressed.

"Nothing I swear." and he meant it. "It's just that Gary's girlfriend got nasty and compared him to me, and then her friend confirmed it and then other girls were asking. which upset their boyfriends."

"Whoa there partner. Let's back up a step, confirmed what exactly?" She asked, already lost in his explanation.

"Ummm..." he stalled.

"Andy?"

"That's kinda the embarrassing bit." he admitted.

"Andy, I have raised a child, which I had, on my own, at 16. I have heard, seen or experienced everything. I'll bet you anything, whatever it is, I've already dealt with it a dozen times in my life." she assured him.

He pondered for a moment, clearly reluctant to share the details. "Okay, but I'm only saying this cause you asked, not cause I'm bragging on anything."

"Sure" Lori had no idea what he was talking about, but if that disclaimer made him feel better, so be it.

"I have a large..." He looked down, unable to make eye contact with her. "a large penis."

Lori's eyebrows shot up, caught off guard. "Let me get this straight, There are a bunch of guys, trying to beat you up because their girlfriends said you have a large penis?"

"Pretty much." He confirmed, still unable to make eye contact with her.

Lori let out a long breath. "Okay, that's a new one. I'll give you that."

"The girlfriend was real nasty, saying they were all boys with uh, small penises and she was going to find herself a real man. With a, umm bigger penis, and things escalated quickly from there." he continued.

She eyed him warily. His story was ridiculous, but to the point that she couldn't actually imagine he would make such a thing up.

"Is it cool if I hang out here for a few hours?" he asked.

She considered how to handle this situation for a moment, then she had a wicked thought. "Well that was quite the tale there buster, but I'm not buying it."

"Well I kinda cleaned up the language a bit." he said, sheepishly.

She laughed "I kinda figured, I'll tell you what, if you can prove your story is true, you can stay in here and watch TV with me."

Andy was confused. Being able to stay inside would be great, he wasn't exactly dressed to be outside for an extended period. And hanging out with Claire's sexy mom would be amazing, but how could he prove it?

"I suppose we could call one of the girls, I mean Claire might know a couple of them."

"Andy, sweetie, you're over thinking it. Just give me a quick peek and we're good."

"A quick peek?" he asked

"Yeah, just a for a second, so I know you're telling the truth." he told him.

Andy was confused.

"So what do you say?" She asked.

"I'm not entirely sure what you mean ma'am."

Lori laughed. She forgot how awkward young men could be. Clearly, she was going to have to take control. "Your dick Andy. I need to see your dick."

Andy had fantasized about this sort of thing. The day he cleaned the gutters, Lori had been wearing a sun dress when a gust of wind exposed her panties for just a second. That had led to several masturbatory sessions thinking of her. In fact this conversation was already good for several more. The idea of actually showing her his penis though...

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." he told her.

"Andy, I'm going to level with you. I don't have a lot of time to waste on this. I'm an unmarried woman who lives with her daughter. I can't have a man I don't trust, hanging around my house." She gave him an ultimatum. "You can show me your dick, prove your story is for real. Or you don't, and out you go. It's that simple."

Andy was embarrassed. He couldn't just whip it out, but he also couldn't go back outside knowing those guys could kick the shit out of him.

"Umm... can't I just sit on your back porch. just for an hour?" he asked, desperately.

"Andy, you don't have to do anything here, I'm not about to make you... but you can't stick around here unless I'm comfortable you're not some kinda liar or creep." she told him.

"Maybe we could call Claire, I'm sure she'll vouch for me." he suggested.

Lori dismissed him, "No dice. She'll be in transit at this point, and won't b able to answer her phone."

"Ummm." he tried to think of something else to say or do.

"Andy, I think its time for you to go." she informed him, secretly hoping to force the issue.

"No, no. there is like 13 of them out there. I'll do it. I'll show it to you." he relented.

She smiled. It was a ridiculous thing to do to the poor guy, but she did need to know if he was lying... and it had been a while since she'd seen a cock, so she wasn't going to let this opportunity pass her by.

Andy mentally prepared himself. Or rather he tried to, the reality was he had no reference point for something like this.

"Um, should I...?"

"Right here is fine." she told him.

He stood up. From this vantage point he could see down her top a bit. He didn't think she was wearing a bra. She looked up at him, her large brown eyes were gorgeous but the look on her face was one of impatience.

He undid his belt, the feeling of embarrassment growing.

He undid the button in his jeans,

then the zipper.

He reached in, got ahold of his member and took a deep breath...

he couldn't believe he was going to do this.

He pulled it out. He let go of it, and put his hands behind his back.

Lori whistled, low and quiet. His cock was large. Really large. And it wasn't even hard yet she thought. As she had suspected, he was likely telling the truth about everything.

Oh god, he thought. She's not saying anything. Why isn't she saying anything? This was her idea. Oh god. Maybe it isn't that big, maybe she thinks I was lying. What do I do? he panicked.

"It gets bigger, I swear. I just have to...y'know." he struggled to find the words.

Lori smiled. Without meaning to, he had just offered to masturbate for her.

"Andy, I believe you. there's no need to...y'know. not that I don't appreciate the offer."

"Oh god no, I didn't, I mean..." Now Andy was even more embarrassed.

"Relax already. I've seen a guy jerk off before." She laughed. "You don't get a kid at 16 with being at least somewhat familiar with cocks."

He laughed and thanked god she was being so cool about this. It was still weird, but it was nice she was trying to put him at ease.

"You can stick around as late as you need to, don't worry about that." she told him.

"Thanks ma'am." he said, awkwardly.

"Enough with the ma'am already, I'm 36, not 63."

"Sorry ma...I mean sorry Miss Reynolds."

As odd as his story was, she believed him. She actually hadn't doubted it, and now she was having a bit of fun with him. How long could she maintain the conversation? How long would he just stand there with his cock hanging out.?

At the same time Andy was wondering when to put his cock away. He didn't want to just grab it while she was looking at him, that seemed rude, but she was still talking. What if she said something sexy? What if he got an erection while talking to her? And once that thought jumped into his head, it wouldn't leave.

Shit, shit, shit! he thought. He was getting a "semi".

Lori noticed it immediately, his dick was getting bigger. She hadn't seen one in a while, and hadn't seen one this big since her slutty teenage years. She was an adult now, she was a responsible and upstanding member of the community, but deep down she really missed her slutty years.

She liked sex and that was all there was to it. When she had Claire, she put her needs aside, well for the most part (there had been a couple of relapses, but not many)

But Claire was 20 now about to go off to college. Maybe it was finally time to put her needs first again

Looking up at him, she asked. "Andy, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, Miss Reynolds." He said, still trying to figure out how to put his dick back in his pants.

"It's kind of personal, so feel free to tell me to mind my own business, but how did you manage in gym class."

"You mean grades wise?" He started "I was..."

"No sweetie." She interrupted "I mean how did you manage sports with...well with such a large piece of equipment."

Shit, he thought, if she kept talking about his dick again, he was going to get a full on hard on. "I umm, I tended to wear briefs and boxers under my gym shorts."

"Wasn't that confining?" She inquired "I mean, putting something that big into an enclosed space... it tends to hurt, which is why I don't wear a bra anymore."

Oh god, he thought. His dick was definitely getting hard. Why the fuck did she just say she doesn't wear a bra? Doesn't she know what that was doing to him?

Lori smiled some more. His cock was definitely growing. This was so unfair to the guy, but it was fun as all hell. Plus, she was pretty sure he'd forgive soon enough. The thought of what she was about to do made her nipples stiffen.

"Uh, a bit but I kinda got used to it. It was better than the alternative I guess." he admitted.

"Still, I've seen Claire and her friends in that gym uniform. That many young women, in those short shorts and tight tops, running around." She drew quite the mental picture for him. "You must have been perpetually hard."

Why is she talking like this, he asked himself. He was having trouble maintaining eye contact with her, he was so embarrassed. His gaze lowered, and he could clearly see her nipples through her T-shirt. His cock continued to stiffen, he was well on his way to a full hard on.

"Um, no. not really." he tried to deny it.

"Not really? A young man in his sexual prime, being surrounded by that many girls that, showing off even a little bit of leg? Andy you're a terrible liar." she told him.

"No, I just..." oh god he thought, he did not like where this conversation was going.

"You just what?" he pressed

"I...I'd rather not say."

"Andy? Did you masturbate before gym class?" she asked, point blank.

"No...I..."

"It's okay. One of the things you're going to learn when you get older, is to not be ashamed of something everybody does. And everybody masturbates Andy. Everyone." She told him.

"Um...okay" he managed.

"Andy, relax. This isn't a test. I already know you masturbate. Just like you know I masturbate. Really, it's not that big a deal. We can talk, like this, as adults, knowing we both pleasure ourselves." She was having fun trying to work the word masturbate into conversation as much as possible.

Andy was rock hard at this point. It was completely Lori's fault, and she knew it. His dick was sticking up and out, directly at her. It was all she could do to not just reach out and grab it.

"Um, sure. I guess that's true." he really didn't know what else to say.

"So the question still stands...did you masturbate before every gym class? I mean, you had to have." He was at a loss for words, luckily she just didn't stop talking so it wasn't much of an issue.

"If you didn't, your cock here would have been either poking down your leg and out the bottoms of your gym shorts, or up overtop the waist band."

She reached up, and just before he touched him. "Excuse me a second, while I check this" and with that she used the tip of a single finger to push his cock up and against him. The head of his cock was well past the top of his pants.

"See. There is no way you could have held back a boner with so many nubile girls running around, your stiffie here wouldn't have stayed in your shorts."

She let go, and his dick bounced down, once again pointing right at her.

"So I guess the question really isn't did you masturbate, but rather, what did you masturbate to? You probably had to go into the bathroom stall. Did you have pornography on your phone?" She didn't give him a chance to answer "No, you would not have been able to risk the noise I'll bet, so photos?"

"umm, I actually don't have a smart phone" Which was true, and nicely avoided him admitting that he had indeed masturbated before gym class every day for the last couple of years.

"Oh you poor boy. Then you were just having to use your imagination? I know how visual guys are, that must have been difficult to do everyday. When I was your age, I used to have a boyfriend of sorts that needed to at least see my tits before he could cum. I can't imagine you having to pump away, so secretly, with nothing to help you."

"Can I ask you another question?" she continued.

Andy's head was spinning. His cock was rock hard, and her brief contact with it had really gotten him going. This talk about masturbation was killing him.

"What did you think about?" she asked.

"Um, I really...Miss Reynolds, I'd rather not, you know..."

"Oh come on, give me a cheap thrill. I haven't had a date in forever, what is it that gets a guy like you going these days?" she asked

"Ummm I dunno" he mumbled.

"Was it a specific girl? Or all of them? Did ever picture several of them at the same time? Playing with your johnson, or maybe with each other?"

He could have answered to yes to everything she had said. He had, of course had many different fantasies

"Or was it a teacher? Maybe an older woman does it for you. Someone who knows how to handle a cock like this, and would show you how to use it on her? I bet that was it! Did you ever stroke your penis, while thinking about an experienced woman going to town on it? Did you ever think of a woman, like me might grab a hold of it?"

She reached up and did exactly that. She began stroking his cock, slow and steady.

"Oh god." he said.

"Did you ever thing about that Andy?" She gave him a playful squeeze, prompting him to answer.

"Yes." he said

"Yes Miss Reynolds" she corrected him.

"Yes Miss Reynolds. I thought about all those things." he admitted.

"Did you ever think of me Andy? Did you ever whack off thinking about me?"

She sped up her hand as answered, making it harder to for him to talk. "Yesss, god yes. That feels amazing."

"What did you think about specifically? Was it my hand around your cock like this, or was it more?" she teased.

"It was..ahhhh, it was more." he was having issues speaking.

"Tell me Andy, tell me specifically or I'll stop. I'll stop and you won't get to cum."

That was the worst thing he could hear. He was already desperate for a release, and was willing to do anything she asked to get it.

"I..ahhh, I pictured you...in your sundress. The wind, oh yess..." He was unable to talk for a moment as she began twisting around the head of his cock. "...blows your dress up, and you, ahhhhh, weren't wearing panties."

"My panties?!" She feigned shock "Do you want to see my panties now?"

"Oh god yes!" he practically yelled.

She let go of his manhood and stood up. She turned and bent over so her heart shaped ass faced him. Her pants read "Juicy" on them, but no sooner had he read that then she was slipping her waist band over the curve of her butt. Her cheeks were toned, and her skimpy panties were black and frilly.

She stepped out of her pants and turned around. The front view was even better. Her legs were long and smooth, the front of her panties, barely there. He could see she had a neatly trimmed bush through the sheer material.

"So in this little fantasy of yours, was the wind the only thing blowing?" she asked.

"God no, you got down in your knees and..." he told her.

"Like this?" she interrupted him, dropping to her knees.

"Yes...oh god yes." Andy was unbelievably excited. He knew he needed to calm down or risk blowing his load to quickly.

"What happened next Andy. What did Miss Reynolds do for you in your fantasy." She asked, her breath on his cock.

"She...You, took off your top."

"Like this?" she grabbed the hem of her shirt and began rolling it up deliberately slowly. Her midriff was sexy as hell. When she reach the swell of her ample breasts, just far enough that he could see her the lower half of her tits, but her nipples were still covered, she stopped. She looked up at him and asked. "Was fantasy Miss Reynolds a slut?"

"Uum..." He knew how he wanted to answer, but even now he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. Luckily, just as before, she continued talking so it wasn't an issue. "Did she show you her tits? Was she a dirty slut that got naked for you?" She asked.

Lori rolled her shirt up over her breasts. She pinched her nipples, and looked up at Andy. Her eyes as wide, and with as innocent a voice as she could muster, she asked him.

"You don't really think I'm a slut do you?

"No, no of course not." he assured her.

"But your fantasy Miss Reynolds, she was a slut right?"

"Um...yeah."

"Why don't I just pretend to be your slutty Miss Reynolds then." she offered.

Her logic was flawed, but if a gorgeous brunette was looking for an excuse to act like a slut for him, He wasn't going to say anything to contradict her.

"What did the slut do next?" she asked.

"After you were naked, you..." He decided to just go for it "...well, you put it in your mouth."