Chapter 5

Jeff admired Erica’s topless figure as she climbed out of the pool, and he kept his eyes on her until she was inside. She really was incredibly gorgeous. She had said something about making fixings for the burgers Greg was grilling. About a minute after she had gone into the house, she popped her head out the back door and asked, “Mr. East, can you help me get the jar of pickles open?”

Before Jeff could agree to assist the sexy teen, Greg tried to hand him the spatula, saying, “I’ll help you, honey.”

“Dad! You have to man the grill as the host of this cookout. It’s a grilling tradition.”

“I don’t mind giving Erica a hand,” Jeff said, eager to get yet another close-up view of the girl’s fine tits. Jeff admitted to himself that he would be eager to spend time close to the beautiful Erica if she had been wearing baggy sweats. When he arrived in the kitchen, Erica was holding a jar of pickles out for him and grinning more than he would have expected. He took the jar and twisted the top violently. He was surprised when the top came right off, and he sloshed green brine onto the floor. “Was that top even stuck?” Jeff asked. “I got pickle juice all over the place.”

“I maybe fibbed a bit so I could get you in her to drain the juice from your pickle, Mr. East.”

“What are you talking about?” Jeff demanded before coming up short as Erica dropped to her knees in front of him. He felt soft femine fingers under the waistband of his trunks, and suddenly they were down around his knees. As he looked down at the topless Erica, drinking in the sight of her light brown hair, pretty face, and perky tits, his cock started swelling without her even needing to touch it. He managed to stammer a bit as he was trying to figure out if this was really happening, “Oh, oh my!”

“I think you’ve needed something like this ever since you first saw me in the living room. Did you know I was the one who suggested Jana take her top off to keep you out of trouble with my dad? You literally can’t take your eyes off my chest, can you? My dad would have noticed sooner or later if we hadn’t distracted him with Jana’s enormous knockers. After that, how could he complain if you were staring at me when he’s got a much bigger pair than mine demanding his attention?” Jeff’s cock was fully hard after hearing that, even though Erica had yet to lay a finger on him other than removing his trunks. His heart nearly skipped a beat when he finally felt her hand touch his cock. She wasn’t really even tugging on it yet; she had only closed her hand enough to make contact, and her skin was sliding over his without actually gripping it. “I’ve never done anything like this before, Mr. East. Am I doing it right?”

“Squeeze me a little tighter,” Jeff instructed. At first, the way she tightened her fingers felt amazing, but then Erica progressed to squeezing his cock in a death grip, “Ulp! Too tight!”

“Sorry.”

“It’s OK. I’ll teach you how to get the right type of grip. Start sliding your hand back and forth like you were at first; see how my cock isn’t really reacting because your grip is so loose?” When Erica nodded, Jeff went on. “You should feel the skin of my cock start sliding over the core of my cock. You know a hard dick doesn’t really have a bone in it, right?”