It was in the following late Spring when ‘IT’ happened.

As luck would have it, Brett was returning from a light jog and was shirtless, wearing no more than his short running shorts, his socks and his running shoes. He was a picture of fitness and his 6-pack abs and toned, but well-muscled torso glistened in a light sweat on the balmy day. He was breathing heavily, cooling down from his run as he walked with his head down on the sidewalk, taking no notice of the staring girl who happened to be sitting on a bench just outside of the doorway into her apartment.

When he was about fifteen feet from her, he was brought out of his daydream. "Woo-wee mister, you sure are handsome" came a high-pitched girlish voice to his right.

He was pleasantly surprised to see it was the girl, Becca, who had complimented him and even more surprised by the forwardness of the teen girl. He looked up and smiled at her, than stammered “um, thanks.” He looked the girl over – something about her was different. A brunette, she had colored her hair a dirty blond, though her dark eyebrows still gave away her natural color. He had liked her hair as it was and this was the first time he’d seen her thus, but he understood that young women liked to change their hair color and styles from time to time, so he gave an inward shrug, thinking it looked ok.

Becca noticed the man eyeing her with a studious face. "Wanna come inside? My mom's away", she proffered with a sly look which belied her youthfulness.

It was a shocking offer, to be sure. He gave her body a quick look-over. She had grown a bit taller in the last several months, giving her a leaner appearance. Her legs and buttocks, formerly a bit jiggly with a very slight paunch to her belly, which was exposed, had disappeared and she was rocking a cute set of abs, though her breasts were still quite smallish. While he had found the ‘baby fat’ attractive, the girl was clearly starting to physically mature. In that moment, he would have liked nothing better than to abandon his own morals, take her into her bedroom and rail her into a fit of silly giggles.  But, he knew that he shouldn’t. The mother would eventually find out and, even if she didn’t press charges, could make things difficult for him. “Ah…no, I better not.”

Becca frowned, "Whatcha afraid of mister. I don't bite. I seen you watchin' me all the time”, she declared, though it was not in anger, just a statement of fact. “Come on”, she gestured towards her door, “I know you wanna." She reached out and gave a playful tug on his shorts, pulling then a couple inches away and, with a smirk, playfully peering over the top before releasing them.

The term ‘instant boner’ was not something Brett believed was possible until that very moment. In a second, he was ‘sprung’, pushing out at that thin fabric of his shorts. Becca noticed, pointing at it and gave a belly laugh as she tried to cover her mouth with her other hand. She looked up into the man’s face, “I see your little man wants to come out and play.”

There could be no denying it. “How old are you?”, he inquired, hoping that her answer would put a stop to this madness.

“Just turned seventeen last week”, Becca answered proudly, adding “got my hair done as a present”, pressing the sides of her hair with both hands to illustrate the point.

Seventeen, Brett thought to himself, seventeen is the age of consent in Illinois. At least she’s of legal age, he quickly worked out. As his barriers melted away, the girl reached out with her hand to grasp his, her other hand on her door and she gave him a look – it was a firmly suggestive look. He recognized it. Against his better judgment, he laughed and nodded, finally giving in, “let’s go.”

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Letting go of his hand, Becca’s hand grasped onto the end of his erection through his shorts and she led him into the apartment. He did not object in the slightest – her little hand was in complete control of him. He sighed, “so, um, where’s your mom?”

Becca led him into the living room, and gently pushed him to sit on a small ottoman that was next to a coffee table. “She’s in the hospital…some type of bad stomach flu. She’ll be out in a couple days. Want something to drink? I got my special lemonade – made it myself.”

Brett thought the girl a tad flippant about her mother’s situation. Being in the hospital was nothing to gloss over. As his view took in the apartment furnishings, he replied, “Sure.”

Becca smiled and went into the small kitchen. In the meantime, Brett looked around. The apartment was a bit messy, with crude furnishings, and objects scattered on tables, including a bong on the coffee table. A sofa set opposite the coffee table, against the wall. A couple movie posters were on the wall over it. There were cheap stands with knickknacks in the corners of the room, but not much else. Nervously, he bounced his leg up and down on the carpet as he sat and waited for her to return.

“Here you are”, she said, smiling down at him as she hovered over his shoulder and handing out a glass of lemonade for him.

He hadn’t heard her return. Looking down, he saw that she was barefoot, which explained her quiet movement. “Thanks”, he said, taking the small glass from her.

Becca waited for him to take a sip and smiled again after he did so. “Good?”

“Mmmm, yes, thank you”, he replied.

“Cool”, she said, nodding over to the bong, “go ahead and take a hit if you want. I’ll be back in a sec. I’m just gonna change into something more comfortable.” And with that, she whisked away towards her bedroom.

The lemonade did taste good, for what it was worth, but it drew the least of Brett’s attention. He looked over at the bong – he had led a very clean life, never doing drugs of any sort. This would not be the day where he would begin. Hell, it was bad enough that he was considering any of this.

He stood up and walked around a bit while he waited and sipped his lemonade, noticing that the girl’s bedroom door was half-closed. This apartment had a similar layout to his, but was a bit smaller. The living room was only about half the size of his and the two bedrooms sandwiched the lone bathroom between them. The kitchen was rather small and encompassed just enough space for a table without adjoining chairs if one was to get around. Everything seemed very compact. Yes, it was pretty ‘spartan’ living conditions. He had paid additional for the larger living room and kitchen in his own apartment. From his memory, he thought that the bedrooms were about the same size between the two two-bedroom models.

“Mmmm”, he said after taking another swig of the lemonade. It really was refreshing and cool and his skin had cooled off substantially from when he was outside.

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Having sat back down on the ottoman and facing away from her bedroom door, making an outward attempt to ‘be a gentleman’, he felt rather than heard her presence. Turning, he saw that she stood directly behind him.

“Ta-da”, she said.

He turned fully to view her. She was nearly nude, wearing just a cutoff Playboy t-shirt and matching black panties and knee-high rainbow socks. The boner, which had temporarily wilted in the intervening minutes, made a renewed appearance, bulging up the crotch of his shorts into a tent.  Noticing it, she blew a big bubble and gave him a rocker sign with both hands.  Popping her bubble, she asked “See anything you like?”, an air of breathlessness punctuating the end of her sentence as she lifted an eyebrow seductively.

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