The Pulse Pt. 01

"Yes officer?"

"Do you live around here? Do you know this family?"

"I go to school with the Sawyer's daughter, officer."

"We have to take this one back to the cells. I can't stay here, and it might be a while before another officer can get here. Will you go and see if she wants to have a familiar face around?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you! Come on lad, do us all a favour here."

"Right, OK."

I turned off the engine and walked up the driveway. Jennifer looked very upset but when she saw me she just looked puzzled.

"Jake?"

"Hi Jennifer."

"What are you doing here?"

"I..I was on my way to collect something from work when I saw the police lights outside your house. I just drove past to see if everything was alright and the officer asked me to check on you. Are you OK?"

"I think so."

She spoke the words in a very small fragile sounding voice and I would have given anything to hold her in my arms and comfort her in that moment.

"Is there anything that I can do? Do you want me to..." I cast around in my head for something non-threatening that might help. "...sit out front here until your parents get home?"

"Oh I couldn't ask you to do that. You'd freeze. But I'd like some company until mum and dad get back from the theatre. Do you think you could wait with me until then?"

Her eyes looked up at me and I dare anyone to look into those stunning pools and say no to anything. I'm still amazed to this day that I could keep the shaking out of my voice. This was Jennifer Sawyer!

"Of course."

She smiled shyly and held the door open for me. The policeman gave me the thumbs up and I walked into their large tastefully decorated house. It felt a bit like a show house, not like a real home to be honest. You could have fitted our house into it three times over.

She closed the door and led me into the huge kitchen. I just managed to avoid being caught checking out her arse as she turned to offer me a drink. I know that I shouldn't have been but I'm only human.

She was still in her workout gear - a tracksuit with the jacket unzipped, a tight fitting top showing her chest off delightfully and her gorgeous hair tied up in a ponytail.

"A coke would be great, thanks."

We settled onto comfortable stools at either end of the breakfast island, me with my coke, her with a cup of coffee made using a special ground stuff. It smelled amazing.

"What happened Jennifer? If you're OK to talk about it, that is..."

She shuddered and took a deep breath before answering.

"It's OK. It all happened so fast, I'm not quite sure exactly what -did- happen."

She paused to push some stray hair from her eyes before settling herself. A small frown formed a crease between her eyes as she concentrated. She looked adorable.

"I was coming back from gymnastics practice," and she gestured at her outfit before pulling her tracksuit top close around her. She looked down into her steaming cup of coffee as she spoke. Looking through the steam at her memories.

"I opened the door and started to make myself a drink. I knew my parents were out this evening so when I heard the sound of breaking glass I quickly turned off the light and...and I just hid. I heard movement from the other side of the house - the floorboards creak awfully here. It was coming from just across the hall. And then the kettle started whistling. I didn't know what to do. I was about to run for the back door when there was a knock on the door and I saw the police outside. I've never been so pleased to see them in all my life!"

"There was a major struggle, lots of shouting and noise. That...odious man trashed the place before they finally managed to grab him. It was so frightening."

She looked up, bringing her focus back to the room.

"But what puzzles me is how the police knew to come here in the first place. I certainly didn't see the man when I got home. How would anyone walking past have seen him? I don't get it. The police said they'd had an anonymous tip off."

"Maybe someone saw him climb over a fence or through a hedge?"

"Maybe. Whoever it was I'd like to thank them properly. It could have been...really unpleasant." She shuddered.

"You've been really brave. I would have been a puddle on the floor."

"Thank you. I know you're just trying to make me feel better." She smiled again and I might as well have been in another world.

"I'd suggest that we go and sit down in the sitting room but it's been trashed and I don't want to go anywhere near it."

"Did the police find how he got in?"

"I guess through the window...oh no! But it will still be broken!"

It was obvious that Jennifer was still very shocked. The calmness that had come while she was telling me the story vanished and she started to look panicked and tearful.

"It's OK. We can fix this. Let me go and take a look. There are a number of tradesmen that do work for the garden centre that I know. Let's see what needs doing."

The next hour was spent tidying up glass, measuring window sizes and calling around for a twenty-four hour glazier to come over. She slowly came out of her shell and I kept her busy finding tools, getting bin bags and always with a constant cheery banter that I knew she needed.

The glazier arrived and put up a large piece of chipboard over the frame and promised to be back the following day. As I closed the front door I turned to find Jennifer standing very close to me.

"Thank you Jake," she said and wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled her lithe young body close to me. I took her in my arms and held her close to me as she started to cry. She finally released the stress that had built up over the evening.

After a couple of minutes she looked up at me. Blotchy eyes and all she was the loveliest thing I'd ever seen.

I started to lean down towards her when the sound of tyres on the gravel drive acted like an electric shock, jolting us apart as her parents came home.

Her father was a large man in every sense. Big voice, big personality, big moustache, big frame. He filled the doorway as he walked in obviously in a high good humour after the show that they'd been to see.

That good humour drained away seeing me in the house with his daughter who looked like she'd been crying.

It took a considerable amount of persuasion and the appearance of the duty police officer doing a follow up visit to finally convince Mr Sawyer that I wasn't the incarnation of evil who had set my sights on his precious daughter. Mrs Sawyer was equally surprised to see me but throughout all this she was strangely quiet.

As I was being ushered out of the house, with Jennifer kept some distance away from me, it was her mother who saw me out of the door.

She thanked me and then as I made to leave she grabbed my hand. Surprised, I turned and she said, "I must make it up to you Jake" in a husky voice that I don't think anyone else heard. She let go of my hand before making me promise to come by soon. And was that some sort of blue thread that I saw trailing from her? I went to speak but she and it were gone.

I left the house and walked down the long drive. As I turned the corner onto the street I saw a pale face looking out of the curtains on the first floor watching me leave.

I climbed into Mr Davison's mini and drove home carefully.

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The next day was a blur.

I was up early to get to work and managed to dodge questions about where I went last night. I think that my parents were so focused on hating each other at the moment that the idea that I was out with friends on a Friday barely registered. It was a toxic environment and it had got worse over the last few months.

I couldn't help but wonder what I could do to help my parents. Maybe get them to be honest with each other..? I needed to think about it. As a certified nerd I hadn't had many opportunities to be around girls - last night about doubled my time spent talking to someone of the other sex that I wasn't related to. Embarrassing but true. So relationship help wasn't really a strong suit and I didn't want to screw it up.

I borrowed my dad's bike leaving the house with my ears ringing with the horrors that would be inflicted on me if it came back with so much as a scratch on it. He never used the damn thing so quite why he was so uptight about it I have no idea.

I made it to work on time and was immediately buried in the usual shifting of stock, helping customers and being the general dogsbody. But the staff there were fun and it was great to be around people that actually seemed to like me. I'd come out of my shell a bit in the last year or so and had started to be more myself while I was there. It was hard work but it was fun.

My supervisor was Nick. He was a short balding guy in his thirties. As far as I could tell his ambition was to bum his way through life doing as little as possible until his parents died and then live off the inheritance. He wasn't a bad guy as such but not what you'd call a role model.

We were sitting on some boxes near the warehouse door after a busy afternoon working up a good sweat, when a voice called through from the door.

"Excuse me!"

I looked up and was surprised to see Mrs Sawyer. She had a receipt in her hand. Customers were often directed here if they needed help.

"Hi, Mrs Sawyer," I said, "What can I do for you?"

"Ah Jake, yes please. I need these bags of manure lifting into the back of my car. And, I know that it's not a service you normally offer but I was hoping that you could help me with them at my house too? It's only a few minutes away and I could bring you back if you like."

A wisp of blue around her again. What was that?

I looked at Nick. This wasn't normal but the Sawyer's spent a fair amount here. He cleared his throat.

"That'll be fine Mrs Sawyer - and it's only a five minute walk back. I'm sure that Jake can manage that. Just be back in time to help lock up Jake."

I nodded and stood up, suddenly conscious that I was sweaty and dirty. Mrs Sawyer motioned to her estate car and handed me the receipt detailing the products to load.

"That's kind of you Jake. These bags are so heavy, I just can't manage them myself."

"That's fine Mrs Sawyer, this won't take long."

The bags were heavy but I was pleased to realise that I could manage two at a time now. She had already folded the back seats down and put a ground sheet over them to protect the upholstery. I soon loaded up the sealed bags of manure and the car suspension was sagging slightly with all the weight in the back.

"Why don't I walk down to your house Mrs Sawyer? I'm pretty sweaty and dirty and I don't want to get your car seat all messed up."

"Please call me Celia, Jake. And don't worry - just hop in the car. It's getting valeted tomorrow anyway."

I got in the car for the short drive down the hill and really looked at her for the first time. She was an attractive woman, probably in her early forties. Unlike her daughter she had blond hair, but was otherwise very similar to Jennifer. Whenever I'd seen her in the past her hair had been pulled back in a rather severe fashion and she'd been wearing fairly mumsy clothing.

That was not the case today. She was wearing lightweight, casual trousers and a close fitting t-shirt showing off an ample pair of breasts under the Gucci logo. She looked great. We pulled up at the side of the house.

"The new bed is just around the back - can you stack them there?" she asked.

"The new...?" I said, slightly startled.

"The new flower bed," she said with a slight smile on her face.

I blushed and started to pick up the first two bags.

Her expression was slightly predatory as she watched me move the bags of manure from the car and stack them near the large new flower bed that she was working on.

"You really are very strong Jake," she said, twirling her hair around one of her long manicured fingers.

"Err...thank you."

"And you've been such a help to us. To me. I must make it up to you."

I froze as I felt her hands all over my chest and arse.

"What are you...?"

"Shhh. I'm sure the girls are all over you Jake but you don't need to be shy with me. I must make it up to you. Now what do we have here?"

Her hand groped my rapidly thickening cock through my trousers. I looked around in panic but we were hidden from the house by a large shrub. I looked on in wonder as she sank to her knees in front of me, unzipping my fly and pulling my rock hard cock into view.

"Mmmm. I do love a nice hard cock Jake and this is a really nice, hard, cock."

I stood there like a deer in the headlights. I had no idea what to do. I knew that I shouldn't be doing this and nor should she but her hands on my cock felt amazing and now she was opening her mouth and engulfing me. It was nirvana. As a card carrying virgin nerd this was so far outside my experience that my brain pretty much stopped functioning.

She started to work up and down my cock, licking it from stem to tip, looking up into my eyes and then sticking her tongue out as she took my cock as far into her mouth as it would go.

My panic at what we were doing and whether we would be discovered must have given me some stamina. The feelings were indescribable as she started to bob her head up and down my cock. I started to groan out loud and she started to go faster, one hand on my arse cheek pulling my cock deeper into her mouth and the other hand inside her trousers busy working away on her own needs.

Within a couple of minutes I felt my release approaching and I couldn't help but take her head in my hands as I began to thrust into her mouth. She just let me use her. Her hand was hard at work, her eyes staring up at me, her chest heaving, her loud moans starting to increase as I thrust faster into her mouth.

"Oh, oh...I'm going to come," I said, panicking and yet unable to stop thrusting.

Her cries increased and she grasped my arse cheek harder and forced her mouth further down my cock until her nose was up against my body. The feeling as my cock entered her throat was too much and I exploded as only an eighteen year old receiving his first ever blow job can.

She continued to suck and lick my hugely sensitive cock until she began to shudder with her own orgasm. She finally released me from her mouth and sank back on to her heels with a huge smile on her face and a slight red flush around her chest and neck.

I had no idea what to do. Should I zip up? Thank her? Nothing in my short life had prepared me for this.

"That was amazing, Mrs...Celia."

"Mmmm, yes it was!" She smacked her lips with every sign of having thoroughly enjoyed herself. "I think you'd better get back to work now though, don't you?"

"Oh...yes...right."

"Do you think you could walk back after all Jake? Otherwise I might have to continue making it up to you in the car and who knows where that might lead?"

I was busy putting my cock back in my trousers as she said this and just the thought of that made me lurch into hardness again.

"I think that someone here wouldn't mind. Maybe when I collect my next order..?" and as she said it she stroked her fingernail up the length of my cock, licking her lips as she did it.

"Err...I think...yes..."

And at that I turned and fled back to work, with Mrs Sawyer's voice in the background:

"Thank you for your help, Jake. I couldn't have done it without you!"

I walked back up the hill in a bit of a daze, arriving back at the warehouse in time to help close up.

"So how did it go? Are they doing more stuff to that huge garden of theirs?" asked Nick.

"It was OK. They're adding a new flower bed."

"Are you alright Jake? You look pretty out of it."

"Just a busy day Nick."

"Alright then. See you tomorrow."

"OK."

We finished locking up the warehouse area and I waved goodbye to Nick as he headed for the car park and I turned the corner towards my bike at the side of the warehouse. There was a female figure leaning against the wall near the bike park.

It was Fiona from the accounts team, standing there having a cigarette. She waved an envelope with my pay in it at me.

"I thought you might forget again, Jake, so I brought it down for you."

"Thanks Fiona - you didn't need to do that. I would have picked it up tomorrow."

"But you might have plans for tonight, and need the money to take your girlfriend out."

I looked at her a bit more closely. Fiona was a nice girl, a year older than me. She'd been at my school and so I'd known her a little when I started working here. She often teased me about my forgetfulness but I hadn't thought anything about that. And yet, here she was wearing makeup, a skirt (she never wore skirts) and smoking? She even looked a bit nervous now that I came to think about it.

"You know I don't have a girlfriend Fiona. Anyway, since when did you start smoking?"

"Oh, you know. Just from time to time." And she started to cough.

"Are you OK?" I asked, reaching out a hand to steady her.

"Obviously not!" she snapped and threw her cigarette to the floor and hurried off back into the main office building.

I was stunned. She had been flirting with me! And me, the complete klutz didn't have the faintest idea until now. I ran off after her just in time to see her slam the door to the girls toilet. The last of the other office girls were just leaving and gave me looks of such disgust as they left that I didn't know what to say. It wasn't my fault!

"Fiona." I called through the door.

"Go away!"

"I just want to talk."

"So I see."

Dammit!

"Look...this is embarrassing to admit but I don't have a lot of experience around girls. You just caught me by surprise and I didn't know what to say. Honestly, I just have no clue when it comes to this sort of stuff. Please come out."

"No."

By instinct, I reached and pulsed as I said, "Come out and let me make it up to you!"

The pulse had a blue flash again and Fiona immediately opened the door. Her makeup had run and she looked a mess. Her expression looked slightly unfocused.

"Here I am."

Unconsciously she wiped her eyes with the tissue she had in her hand, making more of a mess. I stopped her, took the tissue and carefully holding her head, gently wiped away the makeup.

"There, that's better," I said. The look in her eyes was almost starstruck.

Then in a sultry voice, pitched quietly she said, "Much better. Are you going to make it up to me now?"

Her eyes were clear - the lack of focus was gone and Fiona was suddenly a very sexy woman. She was quite tall, maybe five foot eight, chestnut brown hair reaching to her shoulders, cut in a very fetching bob. Her slightly crooked smile and sparkling eyes got your attention and then her slender figure kept you looking. I think she was a swimmer, she certainly looked the part. The skirt that she had obviously put on to help get my attention showed off her long legs and as I took all of this in, she moved closer.

"Well, are you?"

And she pulled my head down and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her slim young body close to me. I hadn't the faintest idea what I was doing but luckily she did. Her tongue slipped into my surprised mouth and proceeded to show me exactly how she liked to be kissed.

My hands couldn't help themselves and slipped down to her shapely rear, squeezing her beautiful buttocks through her skirt. She moaned loudly and kissed me harder. We fell back against the wall and she raised one of her legs around my rear, pulling me into her and forcing my groin hard up against her. She began to grind against me and my hands reacted by pushing under her loose woolen top and capturing her beautiful perky tits still shackled in her bra.

I was rock hard as she dry humped me and I suddenly worried that I was going to come in my pants. Her nipples were like bullets. Surprisingly large, very sensitive and very hard. I squeezed them again and she suddenly bucked hard against me. She threw her head back and gave a little scream and shook in my arms as she came hard.