Chapter 1

The doorbell took me by surprise as it broke the quietness of morning.

I wondered who could be calling this early on Saturday morning and thought of ignoring it, but then responded to a repeated ring by putting my coffee mug down on the kitchen counter.

“It’s okay lazybones; I’ll go.” I said to my slumbering husband Thomas, as I grabbed my robe from the end of the bed and pulled it on. I closed the bedroom door so he could slumber on.

I checked the front-door peep-hole, expecting to see two people dressed in suits; to save my soul or something. Instead I saw a fair haired teenage boy, dressed in a bright yellow t-shirt with the letters GHS over the front? I opened the door and smiled at him, “Good morning?”

The handsome lad simply stared at me!

I recognized his expression as one of distraction. Perhaps I wasn’t the person he was expecting to see? Yet it was clear that what he saw kept his eyes busy.

“Yes;what is it?” I asked now, trying to jostle his mind along.

“Oh Morning Ma’am!” He now replied. “Do you have any milk?”

I frowned at this, as none of my ready answers were relevant.

“Well - Yes.” I replied, the slight surprise showing in the sound of my voice.

The boy was confused; as if he also had no idea where this conversation was going.

“May I borrow some for my mother please?” His embarrassment increased.

“Oh! right, Okay. Just give me a moment.”

I closed the door and then realised my robe had fallen open! ‘So that’s what had thrown the young buck! He’d got an unexpected peep-show of my jugs!’ I grinned at the thought as I re-tied my robe into place.

In the kitchen I found a half-full milk-carton and took it to the waiting lad; but before opening the door I paused; with a sly grin I loosely undid my robe again; allowing enough on view to interest him. I opened the door; my pulse beating a bit faster.

Giving him a pleasant smile I asked, “Are you with the folk who moved in across the hall recently?”

His faced flushed, “Yes Ma’am; we’ve been getting ourselves sorted out; Mother an me.”

“Okay; well there you go young man!” handing the carton of milk to the youth.

He glanced at the carton, offering me a smile. “Thanks Ma’am. I’ll return a fresh carton later.”

I smiled and waved a dismissive hand, “That’s okay.”

There was a brief glimpse of disappointment on his face, then a smile and another nod. “Thank you.” As he turned and walked down the hallway I found myself ogling his neat sexy butt before I closed the door.

Back in the kitchen I got the coffee and returned to the bedroom.

My husband sat up lazily in bed, the effort seemingly almost too much for him to bare. “Who was at the door?”

I shrugged as I handed over the mug. “The new lad from across the hall apparently.”

“Oh. What did he want?”

“Just some milk for his Mom; but ogling me came as an extra benefit.” Tom laughed, “Slut.”

I smirked as I stood up. “I’m taking a shower.” I left the Tom with his coffee.

I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself; intrigued that the boy had found me attractive. Was it my face? Or was it my tits; or my underwear?

I sighed and figured it was one of those things I’d never know the answer to.

My grocery trip was uneventful but I was tired from a day of work as I pulled into park at our apartments.

I grabbed up two bags of frozen items from the back seat and reached to lock the door.

“Hi! need some help lady?” the youth called.

Surprised, I turned to see my visitor from Saturday morning. Although he was in that growing stage I somehow found his boyishness quite appealing.

“Oh, Hello! Yes! Could you grab some bags from the back seat for me?”

He gathered-up the remaining bags and as he stood back up he beamed at me and the attractive guy he would develop into shone through.

I followed him into the lobby of the apartment building, wondering how he would size-up in an embrace? He surprised me at the way he held the door for me and pressed the elevator button despite his hands being full. He seemed to be trying to make every possible effort to impress me,

“So what are you doing home today?” I asked as we waited, trying to make benign small talk. “Nothing to do today?”

He shrugged, “Not really; but I start at the high school next week.”

“What age are you now then?” I queried.

“Fourteen ma’am.”

Any further reply from him was cut off by the ding of the arriving elevator and the whoosh of the opening doors. He put a foot into the open door, making sure the doors wouldn’t close; obviously wanting me to enter before him.

“Thank you.” I smiled as I stepped in. He pressed the 4th floor button.

“So did you have enough milk?” I asked, absently trying to make small talk from the few shared experiences we had had.

“Oh, yeah. Thanks. It was plenty.”

I nodded with a smile. I’d never had to cope with a flirtation from a youth before. I was feeling my way in the dark; as I new he was.

“What’s your name?” I asked him.

“Bradley.” He replied brightly; “Bradley Conners.”

“I’m Brenda Lavender. Thanks for your help Bradley.”

He glowed with a blushing pride.

“So, your new to the building.” I stated.

“Yea - We moved in recently - My mother and I.”

“So; your man of the house, huh?” I asked while wondering how big a fourteen year-old boy’s cock might be?

“I guess so.” He said following me as I lead the way down the hall to my door.

I put the bags down and got my door-key out. “Can I offer you a drink Bradley?”

“Sure.” He replied with a smile.

“Okay – come on in – you can put the bags in the kitchen Bradley!”

I slipped my suit jacket off and hung it on the coat hook in the hall. I decided that to give him a little show and unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse, and then the third one; before dabbing-on my perfume.

I filled the glass from the water jug and went into our small living room to find him sat on the couch; his eyes glancing around the room, taking it all in.

“You married?” He asked, his eyes fixed on a wedding picture.

“Sure am Bradley.”

“Oh – yes ... of course.” He tried to hide his disappointment.

“How about you?” I asked, smiling and trying to relax him. “Girlfriends? A guy like you must have them lining up.”

My compliment caused his frown alter into an embarrassed smile with a blush. “Err ... No.”

“Well, at high school you’ll have lots girls around.” I smiled, then glanced at the glass in my hand. “Oh, here’s your water.”

I moved directly in front of him; so I had his attention and as I leaned over and put the glass down I saw his eyes dart down my blouse; which hung loosely enough for him to see my breasts.

“Let me get you a coaster.” I jiggled to the side; reaching for a coaster from the holder on the table. I placed it under his drink, giving him just a moment of extra peeping. I stood up again, pretending not to notice where his eyes had been; and also hiding how excited my actions had made me.

His embarrassment was obvious, his eyes shifting about, trying not to look at me. His cheeks glowing with a slight blush. His hand reached out for the glass, almost dropping it before taking a big gulp.

“I have to get started on dinner soon.” I said with a smile. “Tom will be home in a bit and tonight’s my turn to cook.”

He blinked for a second and then nodded, “Oh, okay Mrs Lavender.”

“You’re welcome to stay if you want to watch TV?”

I turned away and bent over to turn on the television; my skirt pulled tight across my rump and had lifted enough to give him a view of my thighs.

“I should go.” I heard him croak out in reply, his voice dry and cracking. “Mom will probably be cooking soon too.”

I stood up and glanced back at him. He had stood up to depart and I could clearly see he had a hard on for me; causing my snatch to juice-up.

“Okay Bradley; well, come by another time!” I said opening the front door for him to leave.

“Well; thanks for the drink Mrs Lavender.”

It was Friday afternoon before I saw Bradley again. It was a quiet day at work and I had decided to take a half day off.

I pulled into the parking lot of the apartment and was easily able to get one of the prized spots in front of the building. The ones that everyone fought over for no good reason.

I had just managed to change my clothes and wash my face when I heard a knock on the door. Peeking through the spy hole, I could see young Bradley waiting nervously in the hallway. My heart began beating quicker knowing he still fancied me!

I glanced at myself to check how I looked; just an old, oversized t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts.

I paused for a moment more, then reached under the shirt, unhooking my bra and pulling it quickly off. I pushed it into the pocket of my coat hanging near the door. I checked how the t-shirt hung now. Showing off enough curve of my breasts and where my nipples protruded.