Chapter Four
A heat wave had gripped Higher Ridge, and in doing so, seemed to have set the whole town into overdrive.
The truck’s AC had decided not to work. Most people were dressed in shorts, dresses, or even trunks or bikinis.
Jaxson knew the lake was completely full with teenagers as well as families trying to escape the sunshine.
He wiped the sweat from his brow as he traveled down the street where Tillie lived.
He had her part on order, and it finally arrived at his home this morning.
The few jobs he did have had been canceled as people were taking time to bask in the sun.
He was still busy, as work for the odd-job man was never done.
Kids shoving toilet rolls down toilets, blocking up systems, or pipes becoming damaged.
He was all over it; however, he was more interested in getting to Tillie’s home so he could fix her system and she’d have no more worries.
He found her in the front garden. She wore a pair of shorts and a thin-strapped top that seemed to mold to every curve.
She had nice large tits, pressed to the front of the shirt, and the shorts molded over her ass, but they came to her knees.
As she had spoken to the camera, she didn’t like showing off too much thigh.
Her feet were bare, and Belle was in the garden.
He watched her dog go from the sunshine, toward the shade, then back again.
There was also a small paddling pool in the front garden, just for her dog.
He climbed out of his truck after parking outside of her house. Kids were playing on their bikes, and he heard calls for drinks, as mothers and fathers brought drinks out. Tillie wore a large brimmed hat, and she stood up as soon as he climbed out.
“Morning,” he said.
“Morning, that was fast delivery,” she said.
“I did have it on express delivery. We don’t want you to stop your filming.” She was his entertainment when he went home.
He hadn’t been with a woman in months. Jaxson didn’t know when he suddenly stopped sleeping with random women.
“Are you enjoying this weather?” she asked.
“Fuck, no. It’s too hot and I’m sweating my balls off.”
She nodded. “Yes, it’s way too hot.”
He was not a heat lover. He happened to love the winter, but he liked seeing Tillie with little clothes on.
“I’ll get you a drink,” she said.
They entered her home, and she gave a whistle, to which Belle followed, and they headed into the house. The house was cool, but not overly so.
“Do you have an AC?” he asked.
“I do, but I don’t like to use it too much, as I like to take Belle outside, and I find it a little shock to the system to go from a cool room to hot.”
He understood her reasoning, but for him right now, that heat was just too fucking much, and he needed a fucking breather.
Looking at Tillie, he felt his cock start to thicken.
Tillie closed the front door, and he got to work in her sewing room.
It was hot as hell in the sewing room, and he saw there was a project already at her sewing desk.
There was also the video camera, as well as some lights and a large screen, but they were all turned off.
He could only imagine the heat coming from those lights.
He wiped the sweat from his brow and fixed up the unit, removed the old, and replaced it with the new.
Tillie walked into the room, carrying two large glasses, and he took one, drinking it down in a few gulps. It was fresh and lemony. The moment he finished, she promised she would be right back.
She returned moments later with a new drink, but he was nearly done with the system.
A few more minutes and he had everything loaded up and ready to go.
He turned toward Tillie, and she was perched on the edge of the desk.
She held both drinks, and she had removed her hat, but her hair was pulled back on top of her head.
She tilted her head to the side, and he took the drink from her, taking several sips.
Neither of them spoke, and he just watched her.
“It’s hot,” she said.
“Yes, it is.” But he wasn’t talking about the weather. Tillie looked hot as fuck.
There was a bead of perspiration that fell down her neck, and he couldn’t help but follow the path it took as it fell between the valley of her tits.
Just seeing her made him want to lick that path right up.
He needed to get out of there. Only, rather than take a step toward the door, he found himself taking a step closer to her, then another.
Everything in his mind was screaming at him to leave and not fuck this up with Tillie. His head was not listening. His cock was rock-hard.
It was hot as fuck, and he put his glass down on a tabletop, then took Tillie’s from her hand.
He tried to bring some sense to himself, but nothing was working as he then reached out, gripped the back of her neck, and pulled her close.
He waited a second for Tillie to at least have one of her senses intact, but there didn’t seem to be any.
Time for sense was gone.
He pulled her in close and kissed her hard.
She arched up against him, and he expected her to push him away, to stop this, and he would have destroyed the friendship between them.
Only, Tillie didn’t push him away. She put her hands on his chest, then circled them around the back of his neck.
With his other hand, he grabbed some of her ass and squeezed the flesh, drawing her closer so she was able to feel the hard ridge of his cock.
He was so fucking aroused, and nothing made any sense to him.
Jaxson didn’t know who tore whose clothes off of whom, but one moment they were fully clothed, and the next, they were completely naked. He pulled back and stared down at her, seeing her naked tits, her body, her cunt, and he basked in every second, taking her to the floor.
Sense was not coming to him as he moved between her full legs and took possession of her lips once again.
She arched up against him, and he ran his hand down toward her pussy, teasing her clit, finding her soaking wet.
She was dripping, and he wanted to be patient, to bring her to orgasm, but he needed to be inside her.
Gripping his stiff cock, he lined the tip to her entrance, and staring into her eyes, he slammed balls-deep inside her.
He didn’t expect her to scream, to arch against him. She didn’t push him away, but her hand was clenched so tight, and he didn’t know what he had done wrong, and then it dawned on him.
Tillie Short had been a virgin, and he had just taken that from her.
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Tillie didn’t know how it had happened. One moment she was watching Jaxson change her unit for her, and the next, he’d turned around, and she handed him a drink, but she hadn’t been thinking about keeping his thirst sustained.
She had looked at him, and she wanted him.
There was no other word for it. She wanted him more than she wanted any other man in her life.
The truth was, she had never been on a single date. She went to prom without a date, made her own prom dress, because she wanted to, and danced with a few of the girls, but no one wanted to dance with her. It had been a fun night, but she had gone dateless.
She didn’t know how to talk to men, or to date them. So, she thrust herself into her work, and now she stared up at Jaxson, and the pain that had suddenly gripped her ebbed away. She took a deep breath, feeling the pressure of his cock inside her.
Perhaps it was the heat, or this was what they were building toward, she didn’t know, but she didn’t want him to stop, and Jaxson looked a little ... terrified.
“You were a virgin,” he said.
She nodded, because right now, it didn’t seem right to speak. He was still rock solid inside her, but at least the pain was lessening with every passing second. Although, he looked complete and totally shocked.
“You’re scared?” she asked.
“I ... did I hurt you?”
“It’s gone. The pain is gone.”
This had to be the most embarrassing moment between the two of them. There were no other words for it.
He looked down at her, and then frowned. “Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “Not unless you want to stop?” What did she say? That she wanted to see where this went and the pain had lessened, and it was starting to feel good.
She didn’t know how she had become a twenty-nine-year-old virgin, but it happened, and now she wasn’t.
“Fuck, I don’t want to hurt you.”
She put her hands on his chest. “You’re not. You’re not. There is no pain.” She attempted to wriggle on his cock, to show him there was no pain, but he groaned, and now she was worried she had hurt him.
“Shit, crap, did I hurt you?”
“No, you didn’t hurt me.” He let out a laugh, but he didn’t sound entertained. Actually, he sounded far from it.
She looked up at him and waited. All the time, she was getting aroused just by the feel of him.
Jaxson’s hands were pressed either side of her head, and she knew if he pulled away right now, she was going to be absolutely mortified at the prospect of what would come next. She was afraid he was going to pull away. Nerves started to get the better of her.
And then he pulled out of her, and just when she thought he was going to pull all the way, he paused, then thrust inside her. She gasped.
“Shit, did that hurt?” he asked.
“No, no, no, it felt good. It felt really good.” And she was not lying. It did feel really good. Better than good.
Jaxson started to thrust inside her, going deeper, pumping his cock within her, making her arch up and gasp as each thrust seemed to touch a part of her she wasn’t prepared for. It was magical.
He took hold of her hands, locking their fingers together and pressing them either side of her head, as he started to pump within her. The pain was completely gone, as if it wasn’t even there to begin with.
It happened in a frenzy, as Jaxson all of a sudden gritted his teeth. “Fuck, it’s not meant to be like this.”
And then he closed his eyes, thrust hard, and she felt his cock as he filled her. Each pulse as he came. She looked at him, and then he dropped his head, nestling against her tits.
He let go of her hands, and she didn’t know if she should stroke his head or keep her hands by her head.
Finally, she settled on touching his head, stroking the hairs back, and his head was soaked with sweat.
They were both completely sodden as her sewing room was like a sauna, which was why she had been in the garden.
Suddenly, Jaxson lifted up and looked down at her. He didn’t look angry now, and she touched his cheek while he pressed his face against her hand.
“Did you not enjoy that?” she asked.
“I did, trust me, I did.”
“But you said it was not meant to be like this.” She was a little confused.
“It wasn’t supposed to be so quick. I wanted to take my time with you.”
“Oh, so you finished, uh, quickly.”
“Yes, quicker than I usually do,” he said.
This did not make her feel any better. “So, you do this often, having sex with customers?”
“Shit, fuck, no, that is not what I meant. Fuck me, I am bad at this.” He groaned and dropped his head down to her shoulder. “I wanted it to be good for you.”
“I did enjoy it.”
“But you didn’t orgasm,” he said.
She could not believe she was having this conversation with Jaxson in her sewing room.
“Okay,” she said. Could this be any more awkward?
“Go out with me,” he said.
This surprised her. “Like a date?”
“Yes, like a date.”
She nodded her head. “Okay.”
“Tonight?”
“Sure.”
He leaned down and kissed her, and her heart leapt within her chest. She never felt this way about anyone before.
Maybe it was the heat.
Or perhaps it might be something else.