I didn’t see Jeff until two weekends later. He was around, but he was avoiding me (which I didn’t realize at the time).
Our next encounter set the tone for the rest of my summer. Two weekends later, it was past 11:00 pm on a Saturday night, I was in the bedroom when I heard Jeff come home. Jen had already snuck out with her boyfriend. I quietly went downstairs and saw Jeff watching TV. I walked over in my little shorts and T-shirt and sat down next to him. He didn’t say anything. We watched TV. I caught him stealing glances at my legs. I edged closer to him and put my head on his shoulder. He didn’t move. I wanted his attention so I put my hand on his leg. He didn’t move. I slowly moved my hand to the zipper on his pants and started rubbing. He moaned slightly and looked at me. I switched hands and kissed him. He kissed me back. I felt his hand grab onto my breast over my shirt. I moved his hand away. He stopped kissing me. I unzipped his pants and took his hard dick out. I continued to kiss him until I felt his cum on my hand. After he came I got up and cleaned myself, then cleaned him. We then sat there like nothing happened. I nestled up against him until I decided to go to sleep. At no time did we speak.