It Wasn't Just One Time

I sat in my car, letting the cool AC blow on me. Even though it was only noon, my work day was over. A perk of going in at four in the morning, I suppose. It was mid-June in Utah and as bad as I felt for the rest of my crew that had to stay until five, if not later, I was happy to go home before we hit triple digits.

I made the short drive to my house, barely five minutes away, and smiled as I saw a gray Chevy S10 parked on the road in front of my house. It belonged to Amanda, the daughter of one of my co-workers.

Barbara was hired on just over a year ago and we quickly struck up a friendship. She was eight years older than me and although I generally was in charge of her, I wasn't her direct boss.

Barbara was a divorced mom of two, although only Amanda still lived with her. Her older son had already moved out. Amanda's dad was a real piece of shit from what I heard and as much as Amanda wanted him in her life, he didn't want to be.

Since I was also divorced and liked to help people, I had helped Barbara out a few times with different repairs at her manufactured home and that was what led to Amanda becoming a regular at my house a few times a week. She worked a part-time job, didn't go to college despite having just graduated high school the year before, and didn't like being home alone. So, a few times a week, she'd be at my house, usually just texting on her phone or watching a movie.

At first, I tried to engage her, but quickly figured out that she would talk when she wanted. When I started my gardening for the year in early March, I was surprised when she showed interest in it, despite her "skater girl, modern technology" style. She helped me start seeds inside, clear the garden, and plant everything when it was time. And we slowly developed a relationship, a father-daughter relationship that I didn't know I needed, not having kids of my own.

I parked my truck on the side of the house and walked through the garage to get inside. The second I opened the door, an unfamiliar smell in my house, but not one I didn't instantly recognize, hit my nose.

Marijuana.

"Amanda?" I called out but got no response as I put my keys and lunch bag away. The smell was coming from the back of the house and I walked toward it.

Amanda was sitting in a chair I had inside the house, facing the patio outside, with the door slightly cracked. She had her back to me, headphones in, and a blunt in her hand. I walked up beside her and looked down, suppressing a laugh as she jumped.

"Oh, shit, Alex," she exclaimed, trying to hide the blunt as she took out her headphones.

"Go dispose of it, then come talk to me," I told her, watching as she went to the kitchen and came back a second later, nothing in her hands.

She took a deep breath as she looked at me. "I'm sorry. I just...I..."

I held up my hand to stop her and said, "It's none of my business what you do. But, not in my house. Understood?"

"Of course. This is the first time I've done it, I promise. I won't do it again."

Amanda's nineteen-year-old face told me that she meant it. I simply nodded my head and softened my stance before asking, "How long have you been smoking for? I'm assuming your mom doesn't know?"

"A couple of years. Just here and there. Usually when I'm with friends. But, today, I just needed to get the edge off. I guess I didn't realize what time it was. I'm so sorry. Please don't tell my mom."

I finally laughed a little and said, "I won't but remember, I'm not your friend in that way. I've opened up my house to you but you can't just do whatever you want."

She nodded as she said, "I know. I swear. It won't happen again."

I wasn't sure what to do. I felt violated about my house since it still smelled, but was also seeing the humor in it all. Part of me said that I should tell her mom. Another part said that she was a teenager and needed to make her own choices.

"Just to be clear, never again do that here or bring it around. Got it?"

"Of course. Just don't tell my mom. I'll do anything for her to not find out. I could easily make it up to you," she said, taking a step closer to me.

"And what does that mean? I think I've made it clear that I won't tell your mom as long as you don't do it again."

"I know. But still, I feel bad. I never should have tried to take advantage of you like that. So, if you want...I could do something. For you. That's personal."

It took a second for me to figure it out, as I followed her eyes downwards, and I immediately said, "No. Not happening. I'm damn near twenty years older than you."

"I'm just saying..."

"No. End of discussion."

Amanda nodded, hung her head, and took a step back.

I let out a deep sigh before saying, "Look, Amanda, you don't fix mistakes like that. You're smart enough to know that. I'm not going to tell your mom, promise. Not because you offered me something, but because I'm choosing not to. And don't you ever offer me, or anybody else, something like that again, for those reasons. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," she said, nodding along eyes shiny.

"Good."

"Can I still stay here until my mom gets off?"

"Of course. Go find a funny movie to watch. If you're going to be high, you may as well laugh."

"Thank you, Alex."

That night, lying in bed, my thoughts drifted back to her offer. All alone, I couldn't help but think that a blowjob sounded good.

The next few times that Amanda was at my house when I arrived home for the day, the weed or the offer weren't mentioned. Instead, I found her either out in the garden, tending to weeds, or splashing around in my swimming pool.

Until one day, I came home, and she was in the kitchen, handing me a plate of food when I walked through the door.

"What's this?" I asked, setting it down on the counter and taking a seat on the barstool.

"Food, duh," Amanda said with a smile. "My mom said you were having a bit of a rough day and kept complaining that you only had five minutes to eat this morning. So, I thought I'd make some lunch for when you got home."

"Oh, thanks. That's really nice of you."

It was a simple lunch, a ham and cheese sandwich, and chips, but I was still grateful for it. Amanda had one too and stood across the counter from me, eating while looking at me.

"What? Do I have something on me?" I said after swallowing a bite.

"No, just wondering how to say something."

"Yeah? You know you can tell me anything. No judgment here. Obviously, especially after what you did a few weeks ago."

"Yeah. It's about that. Look, I wasn't asking because I messed up or because I wanted to try to trick you or anything. I asked because I wanted to do it. And, I just want you to know, if you've had a tough day and a blowjob would help you relax, I'll gladly give you one."

"Amanda!" I exclaimed, shocked, and about dropped my sandwich. "I thought we agreed to never talk about this again."

"We did. Well, you did. But, I'm an adult and can bring it up again if I want to. Look, I know you're my mom's friend and all, but you're cute, I like to give blowjobs, and I trust you. So, if you want one, just say so."

I took a bite of my sandwich and closed my eyes, deep in thought. The lonely nights. The lack of human touch. The riskiest of it. I finally opened my eyes and looked right at Amanda.

Long black hair, a piercing in her nose, minimal makeup on her cute face. She dressed like a normal teenager. Today it was a black spaghetti-strap tank top, cut low, easily showing her cleavage and her bra. Tiny shorts. Always showing off her belly button piercing. She didn't have any tattoos that I knew of, but it wouldn't surprise me if she had one hiding somewhere.

"You can't un-ask this," I finally said.

"I know," she said simply, leaning over the counter, trying to show herself off. She wasn't smiling. Or flirting. Just looking at me steadily.

"One time. Just so you get it out of your mind. Got it?"

"Ok," she said, now smiling a little.

"Not here. Bedroom," I said, finishing my sandwich, Amanda's long gone, and stood up from the barstool. I walked towards my bedroom with Amanda right behind me, opening the door to it and letting Amanda in, shutting it behind her.

Turning to face her as I could feel myself growing, I looked down at her, standing at least four inches taller than her, and said, "One time. And nothing else happens."

"Of course," Amanda said, kneeling in front of me as I pulled my pants and underwear down.

Amanda smiled as my semi-hard cock appeared in front of her. I briefly wondered just how much experience Amanda had and if this was truly a good idea, but stopped thinking at all when Amanda wrapped her hand around my shaft, rubbing up and down, and swirled her tongue around my tip as I finished growing to my full length and thickness.

I had almost forgotten how a woman's touch had felt around my cock and moaned as she wrapped her lips around my tip. She kept her hand on my shaft, softly moving up and down, as she slowly bobbed her head, pushing it down a few inches before going back to my tip.

Amanda had her eyes closed as she blew me, her cheeks bulging out, a slight gag reflex I could hear as she took me into her mouth, and a very eager hand moving on my shaft. Amanda clearly knew what she was doing and what she wanted to accomplish, but her inexperience showed in her speed and eagerness. Not that my body or cock were complaining about it.

Instead, I could already feel my orgasm building up after just a few minutes. "I'm almost done if you need to grab a tissue for me to finish in," I told her.

Amanda opened her eyes, moving her mouth to my tip, swirling her tongue around it, while keeping her hand moving up and down my shaft. I briefly reached out my hand, but pulled it back before touching her, not wanting her to expect anything else.

I watched her for a second before having to close my eyes, the intense feeling building up in me too much to handle. I took a deep breath, sucking in as much air as I could, then released it as I climaxed.

Amanda kept her hand moving up and down, pumping my cum out of my cock and into her mouth. Her lips stayed right at my tip, sucking on it, as her tongue caught my cum, and she quickly swallowed it down, stream after stream. As I finished my orgasm, Amanda used her tongue to lick all over my shaft and tip, then her lips to clean them off, all while staring up at me.

When I was done, Amanda stood up and said, "There. One time only."

As she left the bedroom, leaving me to clean myself up, I think we both knew that wasn't going to be the only time.

It lasted about a week before we were back in my bedroom and Amanda was swallowing another load from me. And two days after that. For the rest of June and the month of July, Amanda gave me a blowjob at least twice a week, if not three times. It was never talked about, asked for, or expected.

Most of the time she blew me, she just followed me into the bedroom and dropped to her knees. One time it was after she caught me checking out her body as she swam around in a bikini. Twice it was after she helped me in the garden.

Eventually, she started texting me a little more. She'd always had my number, but usually only contacted me if necessary. But now, she started doing it just to chat. At first, it was a little awkward, especially when texting her when I was around her mom. But, she was an easy person to talk to over text and our conversations flowed easily.

Then the pictures started. Nothing too revealing or that she wouldn't post on social media. I thought about putting a stop to that right away but honestly, it was kinda nice to see a cute face and a nice body popping up on my phone at random times during the day.

I never reacted to the pictures, unless I was asked about it, and then I would compliment her shirt, hair, or tell her to clean her room if she was in it. Finally one day, she asked me, "How would you react if I sent you a nude pic?"

I read the text while I was at work, looking up from my desk to see Barbara working not too far from me. I was half-expecting a picture to follow, but nothing came through after a few minutes. How would I react? As much as I wouldn't admit it to her, I did find Amanda attractive, and had fallen asleep some nights while fantasizing about going farther with her.

Instead, I did the adult thing and said, "Amanda, I would be forced to end our little fun activities and probably not allow you in my house anymore. Yes, it's fun and yes I enjoy them and you, but if we try to do anything else, we'll have to think of the end game. Do you want a relationship? I'm too old for you and frankly, I'm not interested in a relationship with anybody right now."

"I understand. Just trying to have some fun. I don't want a relationship either, with you or anybody else. I just like to show off and have some fun and would rather do it with somebody I trust and know will take care of me."

"Thank you for understanding and not forcing things. I just don't want things to be awkward between me and you or me and your mom."

Right after sending that, I also sent, "Speaking of your mom, she's walking my way right now. Probably to ask a question. Do you really want a nudie of you on my phone for her to potentially, accidentally see?"

I sent the message, then put my phone down as Barbara walked into my office and took a seat. We talked for a few moments and I heard my phone go off a few times. I looked at my smart watch and saw that it was an image from Amanda. I thought to myself that there's no way she actually sent a nude, not after what I just said, but also realized that I was growing hard at the thought of seeing more of her.

After Barbara left the office, I quickly picked up my phone and unlocked it. I clicked on the message and held my breath as the image loaded.

She wasn't nude. But damn close. She was wearing a white tank top, no bra, with her nipples poking through it. She was standing in her room, in front of a full-length mirror, slightly turned to capture part of her butt in the picture. I couldn't quite see her underwear, but it definitely looked like a thong. I was immediately hard as I looked at her body, truly looking at it for the first time.

I didn't reply right away. I stared at the photo for probably longer than I should have, examining every detail of her body. I locked my phone when I thought somebody was coming, then unlocked it again. I did that a few more times, trying to figure out how to respond. My first instinct was to shut it down completely, draw the line I'd already told myself was there but I couldn't bring myself to pretend I hadn't seen it or reacted the way I did.

"You've got a way of pushing things without saying much, and you're definitely testing my self-control a little. Just be smart about timing and situations. I don't want this turning into something messy for either of us."

Amanda agreed with me and kept the more risqué photos for when I was home and very rarely sending them. And still nothing nude.

The second week of August, I went on a week-long camping trip, leaving behind phones and civilization. I had thought about inviting Amanda to come with, but wasn't sure how my friends I was with would react or what Barbara would think, so I didn't. But, I did find myself wondering what she was doing and if she was throwing a party at my house.

I returned home on Friday afternoon, finding my garden still taken care of and my house cleaned up, along with a note to text her when I was home, which I did.

Her reply came a few minutes later. "Hey, my mom is at the bar tonight and I don't want to be alone. I'm sure that you're exhausted and wanting time but can I just come hang out?"

"Of course," I told her as I walked out to my truck to unload it. She was over within ten minutes, helping me to put away my camping gear.

"Too bad you didn't invite me. I could have cooked for you guys and kept you warm at night," she teased me, taking my tent and putting it on a shelf.

I laughed and said, "I could only imagine what your mom would have said."

"You know, she actually asked me if we were sleeping together," Amanda informed me, taking a box of supplies from me.

"And what did you say?"

"I asked if she'd be jealous if I said yes."

"Amanda!"

"Just kidding. I told you that you wouldn't do anything but let me give you blowjobs."

I stared at Amanda, giving her a stern look, until she laughed, took the last box of supplies from me, and said, "Just kidding. I told her that you're an ugly old man and I feel safe here because I know you'd never try anything. Plus, you have snacks."

She climbed off the step ladder she had been standing on to put things away and walked up to me, a sheepish look on her face. "When I said you were ugly, she immediately said that she thought you were pretty handsome."

Before I could respond, she poked the tip of my nose and bounced into the house, leaving me to shut the garage door. When I got into the house, Amanda was on her phone, and I asked, "Are you planning on staying long? I was thinking I could order us a pizza."

"That sounds good. I like anything from anywhere," Amanda replied. I quickly used my phone to order them, then went to take a shower, leaving Amanda to wait for the pizza. Although, a part of me was sort of hoping she would join me.

An hour, with me freshly showered and the pizzas finally arriving after a short delay, Amanda and I sat in my living room, some random show on the TV, eating the food. We were talking about life and such when I asked, "So, does your mom go to the bar a lot? Does it bug you?"

"Not a ton. Maybe twice a week. It doesn't really bug me anymore, especially now that I can leave the house."

"It's none of my business, but does she ever bring anybody home? Is that why you like to leave?"

Amanda laughed and said, "Yeah, she does. Not a ton. Maybe once a month, if even that. And she is usually pretty good about warning me. Gives me time to prepare myself."

"Thin walls?"

"And she's extremely loud."

"Ew. I did not need to or want to know that," I said, making Amanda snort with laughter.

The conversation died a little as we each ate from our plates and grabbed a new slice of pizza.

"Does it bother you, hearing stuff like that?"

"Not really. It's life. Mom deserves to do whatever makes her happy."

"Yeah. That's a good way to look at it."

Another brief moment of silence followed until I looked over at her, and asked, "Again, it's none of my business but are you...?"

I left the question hanging in the air, unsure how to ask it or if I even should. And a little nervous about what it could lead to.

Amanda laughed again and said, "Am I what? Loud? Do you want to find out just how loud I get?"

I laughed this time, my face turning red as I stumbled out, "No! Not that. I was actually trying to ask if you were a virgin. I'm sorry, that came out totally wrong."

"Oh," Amanda said, a smile still on her face. "I guess that answered it, right?"

"I guess so," I answered.

After we finished eating, Amanda helped me to clean up and put away the leftover pizza. We sat back down together on the couch, close enough to each other that the slightest movement would cause us to touch, and continued to watch the movie.

I wasn't at all surprised when Amanda

put her hand on my leg, moving towards my groin and asked me, "You wanting this tonight? Or are you too tired."

I smiled at her as she looked at me and said, "I'm never too tired for that."

Amanda's hand glided softly over my groin, rubbing my cock through the shorts I had on. As I grew hard at her touch, Amanda hooked her fingers into the hem of my shorts and pulled them up and then down, just enough that she could slip her hand inside my boxers and pull out my cock.

She wrapped her hand around my base and started to stroke my shaft, moving her hand up and down it. She looked at me one more time, as I leaned back on the couch, before she leaned over my lap, lowered her head down, and kissed the tip of my cock.