Larry's Big Adventure

"If you ever need anything else you know where to find me," Larry said.

"Thanks again," Rebecca said. She could hear Larry going down the steps.

Gawd, what's that little freak going to do now alone in his apartment? Rebecca pulled her top closed and re-buttoned it. I'm sure I gave him enough for a few minutes of fun, Rebecca thought. Hell it's worth it I only had to carry two light bags up and he got the rest.

Rebecca looked around her apartment to see if she needed anything else done.

* * * *

Friday night found Larry over at his friend Steve's house along with four of his other buddies. They sat in a circle around a table in Steve's parents' house, an odd assortment of chips and soda spread out before them. Everything needed for an epic adventure – paper, dice, reference books – and anything imaginable to slay dragons, trolls and orcs was there. The opening guitar riff from "Aqualung" played in the background – Larry and his buddies were strictly old school metalheads, none of this alternative or nu shit for them. They worshipped strictly at the altar of the metal gods.

"You should see this chick that lives upstairs from me," Larry said.

(Sitting on a park bench)

"She came to my door last night with some bullshit story about needing help with her groceries. Her top was unbuttoned down to her waist. I could practically see her tits. I mean they were right there for anybody to see. They're huge ... I mean Pam Anderson 'Baywatch' huge." Larry cupped his hands and held them out in front of his chest as a visual aid.

(Eyeing little girls with bad intent)

"And then ... it was so cold out her nipples were sticking through her shirt ... boing," Larry made little jabbing motions with his fingers to emphasize his point.

(Snot running down his nose, greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes)

"Then she gives me a fucking hug. She mashed those giant tits of hers into me ... it's like she wanted me to feel her tight little nipples."

(Drying in the cold sun)

"What color is her hair?" The momentum wrecked, everybody stopped at looked at Bob and gave him a dumb look.

"It doesn't fucking matter what color hair she has ... she could be bald for all I fucking care. All that matters is she has big titties and the other night they were on display for me and I got to see her headlights at full beam," Larry said.

(Watching as the frilly panties run)

Bob started to say something else.

"If you have to know she has dark brown hair and comes down to here." Larry raised his hand to about shoulder level. "It's kinda curly too."

(Aqualung my friend, don't start away uneasy, you poor old sod, you see, it's only me)

"Maybe this broad will let you fuck her too," Steve said. "Why don't you bring her by next week so we can all meet her?"

"Fuck you guys," Larry said. "Are you ready to play or what?"

* * * *

Larry couldn't stop thinking about Rebecca and her ample cleavage. The events of a few nights ago played constantly in his head, even when he was ogling other girls he couldn't get the image of Rebecca's tits out of his head. No matter how much he tried to plan his comings or goings with hers he hadn't had an opportunity to see her since then. Larry was starting to get pretty damn frustrated – and times like these required desperate measures.

The next day Larry came home from work he looked around for any sign of Rebecca – he looked up and down the block and there was no sign of her blue Galant. Normally, Larry was home before anybody else but he wanted to be doubly sure. He pulled his mail from his mailbox and thumbed through it, nothing of interest there. He looked up and saw that Rebecca's mailbox still had mail. Larry glanced over his shoulder one last time. He reached into the box and grabbed the first envelope he felt. Good a piece of junkmail he thought.

About 7:30 that night Larry heard the sounds he'd been waiting for all afternoon – the jingle of keys and footsteps going up the stairs. Rebecca was home. Larry's first instinct was to rush out the door and hand her the piece of mail, but that would ruin his plan.

Patience, patience, Larry thought.

A little while later Larry heard the sound of a shower running – that was the other sound he'd been waiting to hear. About ten minutes went by before the running water shut off. Larry knew if this was going to work he had to give her some time but not too much time. He waited another minute and bounded out the door and up the stairs with the envelope in his hand, his heart thudded loudly in his chest and he was breathing erratically after his mad dash up the stairs. He took a few moments to catch his breath. I need to get in better shape, he thought.

He knocked on the door.

"Just a minute," he heard Rebecca call from inside the apartment. She sounded annoyed.

This is fucking working Larry thought. He had a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

The door suddenly opened. Rebecca stood in the door wearing a peach-colored spaghetti strap tank top that left next to nothing to the imagination and did nothing to conceal her rock hard nipples under the material. Her gray shorts were just as skimpy and clung loosely on her behind where they did little to cover her round bottom.

"Well, hello Larry," Rebecca said. A wide bright smile played across her face. "Come in."

"Hello," Larry said. His voice cracked. Shit, Larry thought.

Larry followed the sway and jiggle of Rebecca's hips into her living room.

"To what do I owe this pleasure," Rebecca said. Her voice dripped honey as she laid on her sexiest and most sultry voice she could muster. She scratched at her shoulder allowing the strap of her top to inch its way off her shoulder.

Larry's mouth hung open; he couldn't move his eyes off her chest – even if he wanted to. Rebecca did nothing to discourage him, she knew she'd need to ask a favor of him soon and she wanted him buttered up as much as possible.

"Ah," Larry began until he realized his voice was a high-pitched shriek. Larry coughed and cleared his throat. "This was in my mailbox today." He held out the envelope to her.

Rebecca took the envelope and laid it on her end table. "That's strange," she said. "The mailman usually gets all the mail right."

"I know," Larry's voice quavered a bit. "I guess it just got mixed up."

"I really appreciate you coming all the way up here," Rebecca said, still pouring it on. "Could I get you something to drink?"

A drink? A drink? Holy fuck she's asking me to have a drink, holy shit, Larry thought.

"Nah," Larry replied as casually as he could, "I should be going."

"Couldn't you stay? Just for a minute? After all you were kind enough to bring me my mail." Rebecca batted her eyelashes like the other night.

"Some water would be nice," Larry said. Much to his surprise his voice didn't crack this time.

Larry leered at Rebecca as she walked past him and got him a large glass of ice water.

"Have a seat, I don't want you standing all night," Rebecca said.

Larry took a seat across from the couch where Rebecca sat down.

"Do you mind?" Rebecca said. She held up a purple colored squirt bottle. "It's just some body cream."

"No, go ahead."

Rebecca squirted a large dollop in her one hand and began to slowly apply it to her long silky legs. Larry watched intently as she smeared the lavender scented cream along the calf of one leg, working in tiny circles to rub the cream in and then over her knee to her thigh. She glanced out of the corner of her eye, Larry was enthralled. She did her other leg, taking her time, making sure the cream was rubbed in as smoothly and as sensuously as possibly.

Larry crossed, uncrossed and recrossed his legs. He couldn't believe his luck; this was turning out better than he could've ever imagined. His view of her tits was completely unhindered, hell Larry didn't even have to wait for her to lean over to get a spectacular view. Now, she was sitting here in front of him rubbing lavender body lotion all over herself. It was all Larry could do to keep his cock from tenting the front of his pants.

"Only a little more," Rebecca said. She squirted another dollop of lotion into her palm.

"That's quite alright, I really don't mind." What a stupid fucking thing to say, Larry thought, now I sound like a pervert.

Rebecca flashed him a quick smile. She began to vigorously rub the lotion into her arms and shoulders. Before Larry knew what he was watching she was rubbing lotion across her chest. Each breast got its own little bit of cream. He watched as her titflesh jiggled under the pressure of her fingers. It was all he could do to keep from exploding in his pants. Her fingers would disappear under the fabric of her top depressing a hard nipple only to have it pop back up after her hand passed. Larry's mouth hung open even further now. If he had to talk now he wouldn't be able to. He licked his lips as her fingers disappeared between her breasts as she applied more cream. This went on for minutes as it seemed to Larry she spent more time working on her tits than she did her legs.

Was she doing all this for my benefit? Larry thought. Who cares and it's a free show, he thought.

"Would you like any more water?" Rebecca asked.

"No," Larry's voice cracked into a higher range. "I need to go."

"Okay," Rebecca said. "Thanks for bringing that mail by."

Rebecca stopped Larry at the door. She loved the undivided attention she got from this little pervert and all it took was a little flesh. He was eating out of the palm of her hand.

"Thanks again for your help the other night too," Rebecca said.

"No problem," Larry managed to say without his voice cracking.

"Gimme a hug before you go," Rebecca said. Larry squeezed Rebecca close to him. He could feel the full swell of her tits and hard nipples against his chest. Rebecca leaned into him. She felt Larry try to back his hips away from her so she couldn't feel his hard on. Rebecca leaned her hip into him until she felt his cock dig into her, she was surprised at how hard and full it felt against her. Rebecca pushed up against Larry and raised herself up on her toes. She felt her top pull like it was caught. Good she thought.

Larry loved the way the lavender smelled on her. It seemed to pour from every pore of her body. Not to mention how great her tight firm body felt next to his. He loved the way she wriggled and leaned into him even though he didn't want her to get freaked out by feeling his cock poke into her side.

Rebecca pulled away and said, "I guess I'll see you later."

Larry didn't move. His eyes were trained on her tits again. Larry blinked because he couldn't believe his eyes. During their hug Rebecca's top got snagged and pulled down revealing the edge of her hard nipples surrounding pink areola. Larry smiled a wide grin.

Rebecca looked down at her tits proudly put on display for Larry. This worked better than she hoped. Damn my tits look good Rebecca thought.

"Oops, I didn't mean for this happen," Rebecca said. Rebecca winked at Larry and slid her fingers into her top and pulled it back up to cover her nipples.

Larry shook his head and snapped his focus back onto her blue-green eyes. "Yeah, I guess I should get going," Larry said.

"Bye Larry," Rebecca said. "Thanks for everything."

"Thank you for everything," Larry said as he started down the steps. "What I mean is thanks for the water. I didn't mean to thank you for what you thought I meant," Larry said, his voice cracking.

"I understand." Rebecca smiled at Larry and waived goodbye. She closed the door.

Larry waived goodbye quickly and hurried to his apartment. He had business to take care of. An evening like this doesn't go by without some sort of response. Larry hit play on his dvd player and before a scene could even start he'd poured a thick gooey load of come into his palm. His cock was still rock hard and ready to go for a second round. This time he'd make it last.

Rebecca smiled and nodded approvingly. A job well done, she thought.

* * * *

"You wouldn't believe it but I could feel his dick pressing into me," Rebecca said. The look on her face could barely conceal her disgust.

"I don't understand why you're doing all of this," Julie said. "I'm sure if you just asked him he'd be more than happy to help you with what you need."

"Perhaps," Rebecca said. "The way I see it though I'm buttering him up for when I need a lot of help. You know how I've been talking about painting the living room and kitchen?"

"Yeah," Julie said. She took a sip of her drink in the dimly lit bar.

"Well, I figure if I'm nice enough he'll do it for me. Even if he doesn't know what a paintbrush looks like it'll be cheaper than hiring a painter."

"Your logic is flawless," Julie said. She laughed and took another sip of her red drink. .

"I'm also going to need Larry to look after Mr. Fluffy," Rebecca said.

"Why do you need him to look after that cat?"

"Don't you remember I'm going away for a couple of days in two weeks?"

"Oh yeah," Julie said. "I can't believe you're going to have him watch that cat from hell."

"I figure my whole peep show thing will have softened him up enough he'll agree to this."

"This might be your only shot," Julie laughed.

* * * *

Larry trudged up the steps to his apartment feeling pissed off. The girl he normally leered at was on the bus and within easy ogling distance, but she kept her coat buttoned up the entire time. He knew it wasn't due to the last time she called him a pervert – he'd had plenty of opportunities to undress her with his eyes since then and she didn't seem to worry about anybody eyeing her tits with the tops she'd been wearing lately. The real reason had been the fucking cold they'd been having lately. For the past week or so it hadn't gotten above freezing with daytime highs in the mid-20s. It's too cold for girls to be showing skin. Larry knew it was true but he didn't have to like it.

Larry fished his keys out of his pocket. He casually glanced up the steps towards Rebecca's apartment. Thoughts of the events of the previous days made the cold leave his body and left him feeling warm and tingling. He looked up on the door to see a piece of paper taped to the door. He held the note up to his nose – he picked up a faint scent of lavender. He smiled and unfolded the note.

On the inside he saw writing in a smooth, flowing script.

Larry, Could you come see me tonight sometime? I would like to ask you something. Rebecca

Larry couldn't believe what he was reading. Rebecca wanted to see him about something. He was positive it had to do with the other night, how could it be anything else? He felt a mixture of raw sexual excitement and trepidation. He figured Rebecca wanted to tell him that what happened the other night would never happen again. He imagined her telling him this while wearing a loose fitting shirt that covered her from neck to wrists – never again would he see those breasts.

Larry waited until he heard the shower turn off, just as he had the other evening. He gave Rebecca few minutes to put something on, but not too much. This time he took his time getting up the steps. He didn't want to be out of breath and practically wheezing like last time. He had a feeling this was going to be the end of any fun he may have had with Rebecca.

He knocked on the door and he faintly heard Rebecca walking around. He didn't hear her call out like last time. Perhaps she hadn't heard his knock. He was getting ready to knock again when the door suddenly opened. Rebecca stood at the door in a short pink bathrobe tied snugly around her waist. Even though it didn't show off her breasts very well Larry admitted that it really showed her legs off nicely.

"Larry. I'm glad you got my message. I was afraid it might've fallen off and you hadn't seen it." Rebecca grabbed Larry's arm and led him into her apartment.

Soon Larry was seated on Rebecca's couch, with her on the other end but close enough that he could smell her lavender lotion. She had her legs crossed and tucked underneath her giving him a nice view of the tight panties that rode high on her hip and hugged the round curves of her bottom.

Rebecca turned toward him; Larry didn't like the serious look on her face. "I was wondering if I could ask you a favor," Rebecca said.

"A favor? Sure, I guess so," Larry said. Here it comes Larry thought, this is the part where she asks me not to bother her again, but if that's it she's acting awfully friendly.

"Yeah, a favor," Rebecca said. "Next week I'm going out of town for a training seminar, so I won't be around after Sunday afternoon."

"Oh, okay." Oh, she wants me to get her mail, Larry thought.

"I was wondering if you could feed my kitty cat while I'm away?" Rebecca batted her long eyelashes at Larry.

"Well, I'm not really too good with pets so I don't know if I'm really ...."

"Larry, it would mean a lot to me if you did this for me." Rebecca slid across the gap on the couch separating her and Larry. She leaned against Larry, making sure to press her breasts into his arm, while she rubbed his leg with her hand.

"I'm really glad you asked me," Larry stuttered. "It's just that I've never had a cat before so I wouldn't ...."

"They're really easy to take care of," Rebecca said. "They're hardly any bother at all really." Rebecca moved her hand from Larry's leg and tugged at the knot on her bathrobe. The knot gave a little and her robe fell open slightly.

"It might not be so bad," Larry said. His eyes shifted down to the opening in the robe; he got a good peak at one of her full breasts although her nipples were still hidden from view. "If you just showed me what I need to do I'm sure I could manage."

"You're really a lifesaver, Larry," Rebecca said. She rubbed one of her long legs against his while she squeezed his thigh with her hand. Rebecca could feel Larry's breath begin to quicken. "I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here," she said.

"I'm sure you'd manage," Larry said, his voice cracked a little.

"Don't sell yourself so short Larry."

Larry watched Rebecca as she untangled herself from him and got off the couch. "Mr. Fluffy where are you," Rebecca said in a high pitched sing-song voice. She repeated her call in another room. "There you are," Larry heard Rebecca say.

Rebecca soon returned from her bedroom holding a sleek Tabby cat, with white paws, white face and orange and brown stripes across its back, sides and legs.

"This is Mr. Fluffy," Rebecca said. "Say hello to Larry, Mr. Fluffy."

Larry stroked the soft fur on the cat's back as he left out a soft, contented purr. "Ooh," Rebecca said, "he seems to like you."

Rebecca was right. The cat soon crawled onto Larry's lap and curled into a big ball. Larry continued to stroke his back and ears and once when he tried to stop Mr. Fluffy looked up at him with an indignant look.

"I guess he does like me."

"Here I'll show you where his food his."

Larry followed Rebecca into the kitchen. She explained to him Mr. Fluffy's food schedule, where his toys were at and how to clean his litter box.

"I think I can handle that with no problem," Larry said.

"Larry, I can't thank you enough," Rebecca said. She moved in close to Larry, her robe fell open to reveal her nakedness to Larry's gaze, her nipples were taught and erect. Every bit of skin Larry could see looked smooth and flawless.

"Can I get a hug?" Larry said.

"I don't see why not," Rebecca smiled. She didn't object when Larry slid his arms around her waist under her robe. After this, Rebecca thought, he'll do just about anything for me. Rebecca wrapped her arms around him and pressed her hot naked flesh against his body.

Larry's cock was raging hard, aching to get out his pants. He could feel it throbbing away. Rebecca leaned into him like last time, his hard on digging into her hip.