Lemonade Out of Lemons Pt. 01

Jerry Hayes clenched the steering wheel in annoyance. That stupid bitch. How dare she! His date had gone horribly for him. He thought they had a connection. She wasn't exactly the prettiest woman, but he liked her sense of humor. And damn, did she have a fine-looking ass. He chewed on his lower lip momentarily as he thought about her shapely butt.

Fuck!

He had thought that she was on the same page he was. Finally ready to get down and dirty. They had been dating for a few months. He had the weekend all planned out for them. Even hired the daughter of an old friend to take care of his dogs. The teen had hesitated since she and her family lived an hour away from him and she would have to stay in his house, but for a cool thousand dollars, she quickly accepted. But all his planning was in vain since his date decided to break up with him via text the day they were supposed to go on this adventure. Thank God, he saw the text just before he reached his girlfriend's house. He managed to drive past the road before humiliating himself. He drove an hour too. 

Jerry pulled into the road leading to his suburban home. Now, his money had gone to waste, and he wasn't getting laid. It wasn't the money that really bothered him. He had a good job, better than good. He had no debt, could easily earn back the money he'd spent on the weekend. It was all the effort he'd put into making it a weekend she wanted that frustrated him. He went out of his way to think about her and she was ungrateful. 

Jerry got out of his car, slamming the door shut behind him. He wasn't about to go searching for a hooker, or any strange woman for that matter, to make his four-day weekend better. He'd rather lose all the money he spent than pathetically find someone who wouldn't enjoy his efforts. Fuck! Four-day weekend of being lonely, watching porn, and jerking off. How frustrating. He'd just barely started getting over his wife's recent passing. Okay, not so recent. She'd died two years ago. It took him a year before he felt semi-ready to start dating. Casual flings were a thing, but hardly satisfying.

The major problem was, he kept comparing the women he went on dates with to his dead wife. None of them had what she had. She understood and accepted him. They had their problems, what couple didn't? There were things that he wish he could have explored with her, especially in the bedroom. But she was stubborn and she had a lot of hard limits. He wouldn't have married her, had he known about those limits. Actually, he wouldn't have married her, had he known what he liked. But they figured out how to make things work. Neither of them were particularly interested in looking for another partner.

This latest girlfriend had been the longest relationship he'd been in since his wife's passing. She had potential. So, why the fuck did she break up with him? He was nice to her. Gave her gifts. It couldn't be his looks. He was a handsome fellow: tall, with short blonde hair and blue eyes and a body that he kept fit. He didn't cheat on her. The moment they started dating he stopped looking for other women.

Putting the key into his front door, he unlocked it and stepped inside. Angelica, the pet sitter, was on her feet. Her brown eyes narrowed for a moment then she let out a sigh of relief. Copper, his old favorite dog, stood between the two of them. The moment the dog recognized his master he started to wag his tail.  

"Mr. Hayes," she said with surprise. He noticed by the couch was his old baseball bat and in her hand was her cellphone. 

But his other dogs? Before he could question her, she pointed towards the door leading to the backyard that was in the dining room. She looked a little guilty.

"Brutus and Sweetie made a mess so I literally just threw them outside a minute ago. Bailey was with me in the living room. Sorry. I was going to clean up, but then I heard the car pull into the driveway." She didn't need to finish her sentence. He nodded his head.

He knelt by his dog and patted his old man and chuckled. "Those two like to get into trouble. But, Bailey's old, not a fan of moving around too much by this point." Standing up, he smiled at her. "Thank you, Angelica," he said. "Plans fell through. I don't need you this weekend. But keep the money." He quickly added. There was no point in asking for it back. It was a conversation he didn't want or care to have.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Are you sure?" she asked, shifting her weight from nervousness. 

He nodded his head. "Think of it as a college gift." College? Was she college-age? The words had slipped out without much thought, but now that he thought about it, he was right, wasn't he? It had been two years since he last saw her. Was she sixteen or seventeen? He never paid much attention to her. To him, she was still a kid and he never much cared for kids. He was only familiar with her because his deceased wife and her mother were great friends. During those years, he found himself visiting Angelica's family quite often. When his wife fell sick, Angelica and her mother visited them instead. Her mother became an unofficial caretaker for his wife during her last days.

Jerry examined Angelica more thoroughly. She didn't look like a kid anymore. She looked like a woman. A young woman, but a woman nonetheless.

Angelica looked uncertain. "Well, then next time you need me to pet sit I'll consider that you already paid. Let me clean up the mess they made."

She didn't wait for his reply as she turned her back to him. He stiffened as he watched her stroll away. She was wearing a tank top and booty shorts for her pajamas. The shorts framed her ass nicely. She's just a kid, he told himself. 

Shaking his head, he headed towards the kitchen, immediately noticing what she meant by "made a mess". The dogs had gotten into the trash and made a mess of the kitchen floor. 

Bailey scratched at the backdoor, and he let his old man out. Both Brutus and Sweetie looked at him, wagging their tails a little bit. "I heard you've been bad," he chided. Not that they could understand him. Still, they understood the tone of his voice as they lowered their heads and slunk away. He wasn't particularly mad at them, wasn't the first time, and wouldn't be the last time. 

Closing the door, he walked through the dining room and back into the kitchen. His eyes widened slightly as he stilled. Angelica was on her hands and knees, her perfect supple ass pointed in his direction. Those shorts just complimented it more. No, he chided himself. She was a cute girl, there was no denying it. Long dark brown hair that she kept up in a tight ponytail and dark brown eyes. She was short and scrawny. Her leg muscles tightened as she stood up. No, not scrawny anymore. She was filling out nicely. Her breasts were alright if not heading into the smaller side. Not that it mattered, he was more of an ass man anyway. God. That ass. Her gymnastics not only helped tone her arms and legs but gave her a great-looking ass to boot.

"I'm going to put this in the garage then head home," she said as she walked away.

He swallowed and went to the sink. Grabbing a glass from above him, he poured some water into it and took a long drink. When had the eight-year-old boyish-looking tomboy become a young confident woman? God, he hadn't even noticed hours earlier when he gave her a basic tour of the house and showed her where supplies were to take care of his dogs. But of course, he wouldn't have noticed. His mind was on other more important matters. Like, how to introduce his girlfriend to his particular tastes without scaring her away.

He spotted Angelica's duffel bag that she'd left on the kitchen table. Walking back into the kitchen, Angelica paused.

"Sorry, you had to come back to that mess. It really did just happen."

He gave her his best charming smile. "Don't worry about it," he said.

"Ha. I'm like my mother. I worry about the small stuff," she said with a smile of her own. 

"Angelica," he said as she started to make her way to her duffel bag. She turned and his heartbeat quickened. Both nipples peeked through the fabric of her thin pajama shirt, teasing him. "We haven't talked in a while. How is school going?"

"Oh," she said. "Graduated with flying colors two months ago! Oh! Claire would have been so proud. I got a gymnastics scholarship!" The mention of his deceased wife caused his heart to twist a little.

"Congratulations," he said with a forced smile. "You're seventeen, right?" 

She shook her head. "Naw. I turn nineteen next month." Something changed. Her eyes seemed to give him a thorough once-over. He raised his eyebrows at her. Was she checking him out? Her cheeks went red with embarrassment. "I better go," she said as she quickly turned to go into the dining room and grab her duffel bag. "Drive back home is about an hour and I hate driving in the dark." 

His mouth parted slightly. She was attracted to him. That look, he'd seen it many times before. There was one thing he was very good at and that was reading people, and figuring them out. And she wanted him, but she was denying her desires.

"You can always spend the night," he said, shooting his shot. 

She turned, brown eyes wide with surprise at his words. There it was again. He recognized the look of lust anywhere.

"Uh, no. I better go," she said as she quickly turned away. But she swung her hips almost a little too exaggerated. There was something about her body language that shouted 'Come and get me'. 

His eyes narrowed in annoyance. He didn't like it when women played hard to get. It always frustrated him. But, fuck it. If she wanted to play the game then he'd let her. Only, the game was going to end before she left the house. Before she could react, he rushed at her and pushed her back against the wall, making her cry out as he pinned her with his body. Eighteen. Eighteen. Barely legal, but still legal. Besides, she's turning nineteen next month. He wasn't sure why age mattered so much. But, somehow, he now viewed her as a young adult instead of a kid.

"Mr. Hayes!" She stammered, eyes wide with fear. "Please. Let me go. I'm sorry for whatever happened tonight. But it wasn't my fault." Faux fear? 

He had to bend his knees because of their height difference, but that didn't deter him. His lips went to her neck and she shuddered as her skin perked up with his contact. He took that as an invitation to continue. He reached both hands behind her and easily slipped them down her pajama shorts to clasp firmly onto her clothed buttocks. It felt even better in his hands. His fingers pulled her underwear to one side, and he moaned in delight at the feel of her naked flesh on one hand. 

"It's okay, Angelica," he murmured in her ear. "I know exactly what you want. And I can give it to you."

"No!" she cried out pushing his shoulders, but he didn't move. She clearly wasn't even trying. He slipped both hands under her panties and knead her ass. So soft and yet so firm. He couldn't help but grind his crotch against hers. 

"I never realized you had grown up so much," he admitted, between lusty breaths. She tasted delicious. His hands left her pert ass and roamed up to cup her breasts. 

"No. Stop!" She demanded as she pushed his shoulders. Her voice held such authority, but her body told him she didn't want him to stop as she somehow found a way to rub her breasts onto his hands. 

Pulling her shirt up, he used it as a means to restrain her momentarily as her arms got caught up. He easily covered one breast with his hand. He gave her a knowing look. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she looked away. Embarrassed? There was no need. He leaned down, forcing her to lean back so her chest stuck out a little bit more. He clamped his mouth on a breast and slurped noisily before rolling a nipple with his teeth. 

To his delight, she shuddered and moaned, her body leaned further into him as she relied on him to keep her up. She seemed to have caught herself and quickly returned back to her struggle to free herself. He was playing her game. She wanted to play hard to get, so he adopted the role of aggressor, taking what he wanted by force.

Turning his attention to the other tit, he did the same thing. Suck, lick, tease, lightly ran his teeth along her nipple. He let her breast go with a small pop and cocked his head to one side. "A belly ring?" he mused, not caring for an answer. Maybe her conservative parents had loosened up now that she was older and an adult. She wouldn't have gotten a belly ring if they were still strict. He knew them. They were all about control, and she was their obedient little girl. There was no way in hell they would have allowed her to get that belly ring. Come to think of it. They wouldn't have allowed her to pet-sit his dogs. He did have to convince them, and give them a lot of information about where he was going. 

Standing up, he easily pulled her shirt over her head. 

"Stop, please," she begged as she covered her breasts with her free arms. 

His mouth twitched in annoyance, then he frowned. "Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked. Would it really matter if she said yes? Yes, it would. He hated cheaters with a passion, and he would have to let her go. It would be a shame though.

Her eyes told the truth before she even spoke a word. "Yes," she lied. "So please, let me be loyal to him."

He clicked his tongue in disappointment. "Liars get punished."

Grabbing both of her hands, he put one over her head to distract her. 

"Please, Mr.-"

"You're legally a young adult now," he said softly. "Call me, Jerry." He was half tempted to say "sir" but, he had to be patient and introduce things slowly.

She tensed and closed her hand into a fist the moment he placed it against his clothed crotch. "Mr. Hayes," she said firmly, giving her tone a hint of disappointment as if she were his mother. 

He paused, examining her face. She was scared. Of the unknown? Was she a virgin? She slowly bit her bottom lip as her eyes stared back at him. Her breathing was labored just a little bit. She licked her lips sensually. She was lusting for him. He knew it! He just needed to help her get comfortable. There was no reason to worry about a one-night stand, they both were single adults. Sure, he was over fifteen years her senior, but age didn't matter. Not between consenting adults. Looking at her now, at the way she was acting, how she was dressed, there was no way she was a virgin. She was pretty and young. Hell, almost all the girls he went to high school with lost their virginity by their senior prom night. And that belly ring wasn't put there because she was innocent. He clearly just needed to prove to her that he could make her night.

Letting her hand go, he wrapped his free arm around her back and pulled her close to him, capturing her lips with a deep kiss. He parted his mouth and stuck his tongue out. For the briefest of moments, he felt her open her mouth slightly, only for her to quickly catch herself and seal her lips into a thin line. 

Was she really going to make him go all the way, while she pretended to fight him? Disappointment and annoyance started to frustrate him. Okay, maybe her parents were still quite conservative. Maybe she was worried that he'd tell on her and get her in trouble. They were the religious type. The kind of people who frowned and chastised their children if they had sex before marriage. 

"I won't tell your parents you enjoy sex," he whispered in her ear.

She stilled, but her body didn't relax. Even so, she was breathing heavy now. She was turned on. Was she trying to act out a fantasy? Older man taking younger woman? It was a fantasy he had been interested in role-playing at least once. His deceased wife refused that one simple request. All she had to do was wear younger looking clothing and pretend to resist. But, she was a fan of simple, more intimate sex and didn't like to change their routine. She liked to be in control.

He pulled away from her lips and stubbornness not to admit her feelings and allow herself to have a one-night stand. 

"Please, stop," she said softly. 

His cock strained inside of his pants. Her words said one thing, but her voice tantalized him to go on. He moved one hand down the front of her shorts. She started to struggle again, gripping his arm tightly, not that she could stop him. Her eyes rolled up slightly as her breath caught the moment he brushed against her clit. He gave her a half-smile as his hand felt her. "Sure you want me to stop?" he teased. 

"Oh," she whispered. Her hips moved, giving him more evidence that she did want this and was only playing a stupid game. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then grabbing her free hand he put her palm to her face. 

"Spit," he commanded. She did, but her mouth was clearly dry as very little came out. Letting out a sigh, he spit on her hand instead. Holding tightly to her wrist, he forced her to go down into his boxers. He stroked her, she might as well return the favor. Her eyes met his again as she started to struggle and clenched her hand.

"Don't make me get rough," he warned. The words should have startled him, but he was getting tired of her faux resistance. Her eyes looked at him in fear. Oh. She was scared that her limited sexual experience would bother him. As if he cared. He didn't mind teaching a girl. Especially one who was willing and open to learn new things.  

Immediately, her hand opened up as he guided it down to his cock. Her fingers jumped the moment she touched his cock. She swallowed hard, watching him, but then she wrapped her hand around him, applying nearly the right amount of force and pressure. He couldn't help but groan as she clasped on his cock. He knew she was no virgin. There was no way. She moved her hand along his shaft, squeezing him just right as he fingered her, teasing her entrance, dipping just the tip of his finger now and again, rubbing her inner walls. For her part, she moved her hand in different ways. Her thumb brushed up along his head as she rubbed him, making him shudder and moan. She rubbed her palm against his leaking head and moistened her hand some more before trailing back down his cock. 

He bent down and kissed her. She didn't purse her lips this time, but she didn't open them either, barely returning his eager kiss. She leaned forward a bit as her hand trailed down. To his surprise and delight, she fondled his balls. He felt himself moving his hips as her hand moved along him. 

He needed to get in her cunt. As much as he wanted to have more foreplay, it had been a while since he'd had sex and if he lingered too much longer he'd cum just from a handjob. He pulled his hand out of her shorts and paused. His fingers were slick from her turned on cunt. He smiled at her as he put his fingers near her mouth.

"You want this," he stated. "Stop pretending. I don't care how experienced you are. You're an adult and can do whatever you want."

Her mouth parted without him having to tell her to and he stuck his fingers in, moaning as she closed her lips around him. Would she bite? Seeing the fire in her eyes, he opened his mouth to warn her, only to groan in surprise as she used her tongue to swirl around his fingers before sucking. Fuck. There was a strong chance just from that alone that she gave good blowjobs. 

She opened her mouth, letting his fingers go. He stuck his fingers in his mouth to show his approval, before he pulled down his pants and boxers. They landed on the floor, pooling at his ankles. He looked at her expectantly. Her eyes were on his erect cock that she still held in her hand. He was rather proud of it. Not above average in length, but it was the girth that was impressive. She was biting her lower lip again. She so wanted that in her pussy.

"Well?" he asked expectantly. He'd revealed himself to her, it was her turn to do the same.