To ease the boredom, I daydreamed as I worked, finally getting around to thinking about a girl at school that I liked a lot. She was really pretty, and smart, and every time I got around her, my darned penis wanted to chew a hole in my pants. At that tender age, I wouldn't have dared to try sticking my manmeat into her - pre teen she was a 'nice' girl - but nature has Her ways, and I still got hard just thinking about her. Mrs Denton, checking on me from her living room window, apparently noticed the rise at the front of my shorts and decided to do something about it.
She was around thirty-five, a positively ancient age by me, short, plain looking, brown haired, beginning to plump, and frustrated as hell. Her pre teen husband liked John Barleycorn more than he liked sex, so Barbara Denton didn't get a lot of male attention. She probably fooled around some, but Mr Denton was evil tempered and likely jealous, so she didn't have much opportunity for outside fun. But seeing a virile but innocent kid, she set her stage and then invited me in for lemonade.
Acting unusually friendly, she sat down with me at the kitchen table and as I sipped my lemonade, gradually steered the conversation around to girls.
"Oh, I'm sure you have a steady girl," she smiled, touching my hand. "You're a very attractive boy, and a girl would be lucky to date you." The usual, adult bullshit.
I noticed that she had her bathrobe on, and when she went to the refrigerator, I also noticed, as she bent over, she wasn't wearing any slip under it. I got a good pre teen view of her ripe and fleshy leg, and later another obvious view of the valley between her good sized boobs as she leaned over the table. All that did was embarrass me.
I made a tactical error though when I asked to use her bathroom. I was inside, about to take a leak when the door opened and she was pre teen there, a roll of toilet paper in one hand.
"Oh, my gosh," she exclaimed with insincere apology, "I didn't mean to barge in on you. I just remembered we were out of paper."
Okay. I had to pull my shorts down to urinate - no fly - and took a couple of seconds for me to tuck in and pull up, so she got a good look at my untested sexual equipment. I wasn't all that dumb; I pretty much knew what she was about, but I wasn't about to pre teen take a hack at some old lady no matter how naturally horny I was. As I tried to go through the bathroom doorway, she wouldn't move aside, going on about how she was oh so sorry she'd burst in on me.
"You have nothing to be embarrassed about," she said finally, holding me by the forearms, standing very close. "You're a lovely young man." She meant I had a nice sized cock, but I didn't pick up on that exactly.
When I told her that I wasn't so 'lovely' and again, that, no, I didn't have a special girlfriend, she decided to cut to the chase as they say.
Still grasping my arms, she smiled and said, "Have you ever kissed a girl?"
That was too damned personal and I tried to pull away. But as I pointed out earlier, my pecker had a mind of its own, and...
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