Attic Arrangement

Billy pulled into Tina’s driveway with a mix of nerves and anticipation thrumming through him. His mother had been blunt over breakfast: Tina had agreed to teach him a few things about sex, and he was expected to show up ready to learn. At twenty, he wasn’t exactly inexperienced, but the idea of his mom’s sharp-tongued best friend taking charge sent heat straight to his groin. He knocked, and the door swung open to reveal Tina in a fitted tank top and shorts that hugged her curves. “Right on time,” she said, one eyebrow arched. “Your mom said you’d be eager. Come in.”

They stood in the hallway, the air already thick. “So this is the big lesson plan?” Billy asked, trying for casual. Tina smirked, crossing her arms under her breasts. “Don’t get cocky. We move something from the attic first. Then we’ll see if you’re worth teaching.” Her voice was low and teasing, the kind that dared him to keep up. He followed her upstairs, eyes lingering on the sway of her ass, already feeling himself grow hard.

In the attic, dust motes floated in the light as Tina pointed to a heavy trunk. “That needs shifting to the corner. Think you can handle it without breaking a sweat?” Billy grabbed one end, muscles flexing, while she took the other. Their hands brushed, and she didn’t pull away. “You’re stronger than you look,” she said, voice dropping. “Bet that’s not the only thing that’s hard.” He laughed, the sound rough. “You always this direct with your friends’ sons?”

“Only the ones who need it,” Tina shot back, stepping closer once the trunk was moved. She wiped a bead of sweat from her collarbone, drawing his gaze. “Your mom thinks you’re too uptight. I told her I could loosen you up.” Billy’s pulse hammered. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?” She leaned in, breath warm on his ear. “By making sure you know what a woman wants before you even touch her.” The words hung between them, charged and electric.

They descended to the bedroom, the pretense of chores abandoned. Tina turned, hands on her hips, strong and unyielding. “Strip. Slowly. I want to see what I’m working with.” Billy obeyed, peeling off his shirt, then jeans, his cock springing free, already hard and throbbing. She hummed approval, circling him. “Not bad. But can you use it?” He reached for her, but she caught his wrist. “Patience. First, show me you can follow directions.”

Tina pushed him onto the bed and straddled his thighs, still fully clothed. Her fingers traced his length, making him twitch. “Tell me what you want,” she demanded, voice laced with wit. “A blowjob from the woman who used to babysit you? Or are you man enough to ask for my pussy?” Billy groaned, hips lifting. “Both. God, Tina, you’re killing me.” She laughed, low and throaty, then lowered her mouth, tongue swirling over the head of his cock before taking him deep. He panted, hands fisting the sheets as she worked him, wet and relentless.

She pulled off with a pop, lips glistening. “My turn.” Stripping quickly, she revealed smooth skin and a dripping pussy that made his mouth water. Climbing over his face, she gripped the headboard. “Lick. And don’t stop until I say.” Billy dove in, tongue lapping at her folds, tasting her arousal as she rocked against him, moaning praises mixed with sharp commands. Her thighs trembled, but she stayed in control, grinding down until she came with a sharp cry, juices coating his chin.

Flipping positions, Tina guided his cock to her entrance and sank down in one smooth motion. They both gasped at the tight fit. She rode him hard, ass slapping against his thighs, sweat beading on her skin. “Fuck, you feel good,” she panted, nails raking his chest. “Deeper. Make me feel it.” Billy thrust up to meet her, hands gripping her hips as she set a punishing pace, her pussy clenching around him.

The rhythm built, bodies slick and frantic. Tina leaned forward, whispering filthy encouragement between kisses. “That’s it—fill me up. I want to feel you come.” He did, with a guttural moan, cock pulsing as he spilled deep inside her, cum dripping down her thighs when she lifted off. She collapsed beside him, both of them sweating and breathless, yet her eyes sparkled with mischief.

Tina traced a finger down his chest, already stirring again. “Lesson one complete. But your mom only booked me for the basics—there’s plenty more to cover next time.”