The Nerdy Scientist

Amy emerged around nine, looking sleepy and very sexy, dressed in panties and one of my t-shirts, her extended nipples clearly visible poking out through the thin cotton material. In spite of our multiple lovemaking sessions overnight, I felt a stirring as she walked up to the coffee maker and filled her cup.

"How long have you been up? I've slept in and have to rush now to make sure to get the 10:15 ferry. I have a meeting at the lab that I have to attend this afternoon."

I must have looked disappointed.

"Don't be sad, Jake. I'll be back in a couple of days, and we can continue the research," she said, coming up to the island, taking hold of my head, and placing it under her t-shirt, giving access to those beautiful tits.

I licked and sucked her nipples for a while until she pushed me away.

"That feels great, and I can see you're enjoying it too," she said, eyeing my bulge, "but I need to have a shower and get going."

We sat on stools, eating our breakfast after she returned from the bathroom. I thought I should tell her about Brad.

"Before you go, I have some news to share with you about my family. My son Brad is coming to the island this afternoon. I won't go into all the details, because I know you have to leave soon. The short version is that he's struggling and wants my help. This has been going on for many years, and I've just about reached my limit. It's been very frustrating."

"I can find other accommodation if you like."

"No, I want you to stay with me. He can have the loft bedroom. I suspect it might be just an overnighter, so there's a good chance he won't be here by the time you return. I really care for you, Amy, and if you're comfortable with it, you can stay with me anytime you're on the island."

"Thanks, Jake. I wasn't looking forward to the tent! I would love to stay here and get to know you better. Fuck, I have to get going. I'm going to miss the ferry!" she said, checking her cell. "Sorry for the language."

She kissed me, grabbed her bag, and flew out the door, and I watched her running towards the ferry terminal.Well, that's a surprise. I didn't think she'd ever swear like that! There's still a lot to learn about her.

I went back to my morning routine, checking emails and attending online meetings. There wasn't much new going on with the project, so I arranged with my boss to have another week on the island with the proviso that I would be available if any decisions had to be made. Carrying a cell phone with me at all times would suffice.

The clouds cleared during the morning, and the sun had some warmth to it as I sat on the deck eating lunch. The forecast called for a late-season heat wave over the next few days with highs in the mid- to upper seventies. I looked out over the water and saw a ferry approaching. He'd be here soon.What the hell is so important that he has to come to see me personally? He is mostly likely trying to con me into giving him more money.I was feeling a fair amount of dread as the ferry docked at the terminal.

In about fifteen minutes, I saw him walking along the road, heading towards the cottage. He wasn't alone!

There are some stairs on the side of the deck. They walked up, both carrying backpacks, unlatched the gate, and Brad led the way as I got up to greet them.

"Dad, it's great to see you," he said, smiling and hugging me as if everything was perfect between us.

He had this charm about him that fooled a lot of people, especially a parade of girls over the past few years. He saw me looking at her.

"This is Jinny."

"Hello, Mr. Hudson." We shook hands. "It's nice to meet you. Brad has told me so much about you."I bet he has, mostly about me being a soft touch, always getting money from Dad when you need it.

"Nice to meet you too, Jinny. There are some muffins in the kitchen if you guys would like a snack. If you're hungry, I can scramble some eggs."

"No, that's cool, Dad. We ate something on the ferry."

While we sat around making small talk, I did an assessment of them. Brad had longer hair than the last time I'd seen him, about two years ago. He had grown and looked to be a couple of inches taller than my six-foot frame. Jinny was typical of the girls that my son was attracted to. She was cute, a touch on the heavier side and as she took off her jacket, revealing big boobs in a tight t-shirt, I was reminded of what we'd found under Brad's mattress when he was a teen. It was a skin mag, as we used to call them, solely devoted to the enormous tits of the porn star Wendy Whoppers. A few of the pages were stuck together, revealing what he was up to as he looked at them. Chloe was disgusted, but we decided to keep quiet about it after I convinced her that looking at dirty pictures and masturbation were harmless activities that all boys engage in.

Jinny left us after I gave her directions to the bathroom. I decided it was time to find out what Brad wanted.

"So tell me your news, Brad."

"You're not going to believe this, Dad."Probably not! "A month or so ago, I saw a poster at an employment office looking for workers at a company based at SeaTac. There's a training session lasting six months, and then, if you pass, you're hired!?"

"What kind of work is it?" I said, starting to get interested.

"Aircraft mechanic. You start at $35 per hour and keep getting raises as you take more training courses over the next few years."

I thought about how good he was at tinkering and fixing things on his dirt bikes. He was very interested in airplanes too, building models and suspending them from the ceiling in his bedroom.

"This does sound like something that could work for you."

"Yeah, I'm really excited about it. I took an aptitude test and then had an interview with them. A few days later, they called and offered me a spot on the course. I start at the end of the month."

"But what about the charges against you?"

"Well, that is the best part. I talked to my probation officer, and he says that if I pass the course, then all the charges will be dropped!"

"That's fantastic, Brad!" I said, with some reservation. I wasn't totally convinced that all of this was entirely true. He was quite the con artist and lied a lot to get what he wanted.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jinny walk out and lie down on a lounger on the other side of the deck. She was wearing short shorts and a tank top. She turned over on her stomach, reached back, unfastened the catch, and removed her top.

"Okay, so what part do I play in your new venture?"

"I need some money for the course."

"How much?" I said I was not surprised that this was the real reason why he was here.

"Five thousand, but it will be reimbursed when I pass. Also, more good news: you'll get the bail money back."

"So, how serious are you about this, Brad?"

"It's something I've always wanted to do. I'm very serious about it."

"Well okay, I'll take a chance. But if you screw this up, it will be the last time I ever help you."

"Thanks, Dad. I really appreciate it." he said, getting up and giving me another hug.

I glanced over, and Jinny was now lying on her back, her tits exposed. While I watched, she slipped out of her shorts and was now only wearing a skimpy pair of panties.

"Does she always do this, Brad?" I said, glancing towards her.

"Yeah, she's a bit of a nudist. You don't mind, do you?" he said, grinning.

"No, I'm okay with it. She's no Wendy Whoppers, but her boobs are still pretty big."

"You knew about that and never said anything!"

"Your mother and I agreed not to bug you about it."

"Thanks, but now I feel ashamed."

"Don't worry about it; it's just a normal part of growing up. But really, Wendy Whoppers?" I said, teasing him.

Brad and I spent the rest of the afternoon talking about the good old days and drinking a few beers. Yeah, there are a few positive things to remember. I realized that this was at least partly a game for him, conning me into thinking that we were buddies now. But I didn't mind. It was great to spend time with him. I told him about Amy.

"That's great, Dad. I'm glad you've found someone. I know I was a real shit when you and Mom broke up, but I've thought about it a lot, and I don't blame you anymore."

Jinny reclined on the lounger, surfing and checking texts on her cell phone. She was now completely naked. When she occasionally got up to go in and out of the cottage, she made no attempt to cover up. This was really turning me on, but I made a concerted effort not to let it show. This was my son's girlfriend, and I had one of my own, at least I hoped I did. I didn't want to fuck that up. It started to cool down when the onshore breeze started. She went inside and returned wearing a black satin robe. It was getting close to six, and I was thinking about what to make for supper.

"I'm assuming you guys are staying overnight?"

"Yes, if that's okay with you, Dad? And we can make supper, right, Jinny?"

"Sure, I've already checked out the fridge. There's lots of food in there."

They made a cheese omelette, and it was quite tasty. We shared a bottle of Pinot Grigio, and we were all feeling full and mellow, sitting and chatting on the sofa when Brad clicked on the TV. Fortunately I had changed channels! It was a bit chilly, so I turned on the gas fireplace. As we watched some new releases on Netflix, Jinny took off her robe, saying she was getting too warm. She was naked underneath, as I suspected, and the glow of the fire did an excellent job of showing off her voluptuous body. She was freshly shaved, and her pussy lips really stood out. I could not take any more of this, as my cock started to respond. I excused myself, saying I was getting sleepy, and headed to my bedroom.

I picked up my phone and sent a WhatsApp message to Amy, telling her about my day, not leaving out any details. Being at an early stage in our relationship, honesty was important. She responded in a while--'Well, you had an interesting day. I'm glad that your son is straightening out his life. Jinny sounds like she's quite the character. I look forward to meeting her.' She added that things went well at the meeting and they were caught up now. She would be returning to the island sooner than expected, probably by late afternoon.

In spite of only knowing her for a short time, I was really missing her and couldn't wait to see her again. Yeah, my lust for her was obvious to me, but there was something else. I envisioned much more; maybe this would develop into a deeper and perhaps long term romantic relationship.

I was reading for a while before sleep when I started to hear shrieks and moans coming from the living room. "Ahhh, they must have found the porn,"I thought. But the more I listened, I was sure that I recognized their voices as the volume increased. There were some descriptive phrases mostly coming from Jinny--'Fuck me harder,' 'Shit, I love your cock,' 'You're driving me fucking crazy,' and 'I'm cumming.' This went on for about half an hour until I heard them going up the stairs to bed. In the middle of the night I woke up, and they were going at it again. It was a bit strange at first feeling horny listening to them. This was my son; it shouldn't be turning me on. But that didn't last long. I started stroking until I came a few minutes later, imagining it was me playing with Jinny's tits and fucking her! Oh my god, I have to stop thinking this!

In the morning, I had plenty of time to answer work emails and make decisions on the most pressing issues of the day. I was tasked with writing up a proposal for a possible merger with another company that had been doing research on electric motors for airliners. This was going to take a lot of my time in the coming week. Brad and Jinny finally emerged after ten. They were looking very tired as they slowly and carefully walked down the steep stairs. Jinny was dressed in a t-shirt and panties.

"Looks like you guys didn't sleep very well. I was kind of worried when I heard all the noise."

"You heard us? We tried to be quiet."

"Sorry, Mr. Hudson," she said, with a mischievous grin.

"Not a problem. I was young once."

"You don't look that old, Mr. Hudson."

"Thanks for saying that, Jinny. And call me Jake. Mr. Hudson makes me feel old!"

They got busy making breakfast while I continued to tap away on my laptop. It was nice to have someone preparing meals for me. I had been alone for so long. After a while, we sat down to eat.

"Dad, I have to go over to the mainland today and take care of a few things at the training site. Oh, I'll need a check from you if that's still okay. I asked if it could be paid for online, but they prefer doing it the old-fashioned way. Another thing, Jinny and I need somewhere to stay for a few days until our new place is available. Is that alright?"

"Sure, that's fine with me. It will be great to have you. I'll get my checkbook. It might take me a while to find it!"

A few hours later they were ready to go.

"Hey Brad, I'm just going to hang here. There's no point in me going with you. Okay, Mr.... I mean, Jake?"

"Fine with me. But you'll have to amuse yourself. I have lots of work to do today."

"No worries. I can read a bit and then maybe hike a few trails. The weather looks good for that. Any suggestions?"

I showed her a few of my favourites on an island map. She kissed Jake, and he left to catch the ferry.

"I'll be back sometime tomorrow," he yelled as he hurried away.

I sat down to work at a small desk in the corner of the living room while Jinny was lying on the couch and reading.

"Jake, do you mind if I strip down? I just love the freedom of being nude."

"Sure, go ahead." I was a bit concerned about where this was going, but my gut feeling told me she was a free spirit and she wasn't trying to seduce me. However, I wasn't completely sure of that! I was turned away from her as I worked, but when I got up to get another cup of coffee, I got a good view of her on the couch with her head on a pillow and her legs slightly spread with the right one raised. Her pose reminded me of a painting that I saw years ago at the Botticelli Museum in Florence. Beautiful!

"Hey Jake," she said, looking up at me.Uh-oh!But it wasn't at all what I thought might happen.

"Can you take a break for a while? I see a chessboard over there. How about a game?"

"I'm pretty busy, but I can take a short break, maybe up to an hour. Sure."

This was surprising to me, but I was thinking,"Why not? It's always nice to teach a novice."

We lined up the pieces. I allowed her to have white. I asked her if she needed any advice. "No, I'm good." I tried my usual tactic with beginners, trying to mate in a few moves if they didn't counter my advances. I was impressed that she saw through that and gave me a little smile, as if she knew what I was up to. I realized by the tenth move or so that I was in for a battle. Because of my early haphazard strategy, I was in a bit of trouble. I was doing more thinking before making moves, and I wasnotlooking at her naked boobs anymore to keep from getting distracted. Each time I took a turn, she would move a piece within seconds, as if she already knew what I was going to do. After an hour and a half, when it had reached the endgame stage, I offered a draw, which she instantly accepted.

"You played well, Jake, but you underestimated me, didn't you, thinking I was just some airhead slut with no brains. Sorry, but I could see that look on your face at the start of the game. Appearances are deceiving, aren't they? And you might wonder why I'm in a relationship with your troubled son, but I see something in him that, after a bit of nudging and encouragement, he can make a great life for himself. And as a side benefit, he's great in bed," she said, with a chuckle.

"One more thing. I can see by the way you look at my body that you want to fuck me. Hell, I feel the same way about you. If you have a cock as nice as your son's, I would love to play with it and feel it deep inside my pussy. But I think we shouldn't do anything that we'll regret later. What do you think? I'll leave it up to you."

Wow, this was a lot to process. We both wanted to fuck each other but knew that it could screw up our relationships. The strange part about it was that she was giving me an option. I could fuck her if I wanted to. Oh, the moral dilemma.

"Yeah, you're right; you go for a walk, and I'll get back to my work." I couldn't believe I was saying that, but it was the best decision, considering the consequences. I went over to my laptop, and my erection gradually subsided. She left for a hike clad in shorts, a t-shirt, and a fleece jacket. I had a few hours until Amy was scheduled to return.