“I better check on the cookies so they don’t burn.” Andrea dropped the bowl in the soapy water and dried her hands off.
When Andrea turned and walked to the stove I followed her with my eyes. For a few glorious seconds I was treated to a perfect view of her heart-shaped ass when she bent over to take the cookie sheet from the oven. She placed it atop the stove and turned to face me.
“I haven’t baked cookies for anyone besides myself in a long time. I’m glad you’re here to help me eat them. Lord knows I don’t need to put on any more weight than I already have.”
Andrea frowned as she tossed her pot holder on the counter. I was thinking about her comment and eying her, but was too shy and nervous to make a remark. When Andrea noticed me looking her over she smiled.
“It’s okay — you can agree with me, Nick. I won’t be mad,” she said with a rueful look on her face.
“No, I wasn’t thinking that at all. To tell you the truth, I was thinking that you look good,” I said, although I feared that I had been too honest.
“You were always such a polite kid, Nick. I always knew you’d grow up to be a gentleman,” Andrea remarked. She smiled and her eyes regained the lustre they had when she was outside.
“Thanks,” I said.
Andrea let out a sigh as she sat down at the table to my right. “It’s encouraging to know there are good men out there. It’s just my luck that the only one I know is half my age,” she lamented.
I let out a nervous laugh, although her compliment pleased me. “Don’t give up; you’ll meet a nice guy,” I said, trying to sound encouraging.
Andrea shook her head. “No. I’ve given up. I keep picking losers.”
“It’s not your fault that Richard was an asshole,” I sneered.
“Well, he was a real prince compared to Brian’s father. At least I could blame that on being a teenager and in love, or at least I thought I was. But I have Brian because of that experience, so I can’t consider it all bad.”
“Yeah — Brian’s a great guy,” I chimed-in. “I miss him.”
“Me too.” Andrea sighed again. “There are so many things that he used to help me with around here.”
“If there’s ever anything I can help you with, just let me know.”
“Thanks, Nick. That’s kind of you,” she said.
“I mean it, Andrea. When Nick emails me he always asks if I’ve seen you and how you’re doing. He asked me to check on you sometime, but I would have felt like I was intruding, so I didn’t,” I told her.
“That’s sweet, but it’s not necessary. But you wouldn’t be intruding; you’re like family, Nick,” Andrea said.
“Thanks.” I gave Andrea an appreciative smile. “You’ve always been like a second mom to me. When I was a kid I wished that you could adopt me because you were cooler than my mom,” I told her.
Andrea let out a soft laugh, then gave me a teasing mile. “I don’t think that would have worked out so well,” she remarked.
“No. Mom wouldn’t have been too happy about it, that’s for sure,” I joked.
“What I meant was it would have been kind of awkward, since you had a crush on me.” Andrea gave me a shrewd smile.
Instantly I felt myself blush and turned my eyes from Andrea. When she noticed my rosy cheeks and the abashed look on my face she frowned.
“Oh… Nick, don’t be embarrassed. I thought it was cute how you used to follow me around and look at me like you did,” she said, seeming happy as she recalled those days.
I was still blushing, so when Andrea got up and began putting the cookies in a tin box I was relieved to have her not looking at my expression anymore.
“There’s milk and Pepsi in the fridge. Help yourself, like always,” she said, turning her head towards me.
I brought the bottle of Pepsi from the fridge and poured myself a glass.
“Could you get me one too, please?” Andrea asked. “If I’m going to break my diet today I may as well go whole hog,” she added.
“You don’t need to diet, Andrea.” I handed her a glass of Pepsi, then took a cookie from the tin. I smiled as I began chewing and savouring the familiar taste I had not enjoyed for a long time.
“That’s easy for you to say. You don’t need to lose weight,” Andrea replied. She bit into a cookie, sucking on it for an instant as her eyes met mine.
“And neither do you,” I retorted.
Andrea and I were standing at the counter, almost a yard apart. After I made my comment I realized that my eyes were roaming over her curves, lingering on her chest and ass. Once I stopped myself from ogling her I discovered that she had a smirk on her face.
“Still the same old Nick I see,” she teased, grinning.
I smiled, not needing to ask what she meant. My erection was growing and pushing out at the front of my jeans. “That’s ’cause you’re still the same,” I countered.
“Oh, I don’t know. There’s more of me now,” Andrea replied.
“Yeah… and right where there should be.” I was becoming quite horny and enjoying the risqué talk with Andrea. I took another glance down to her chest.
Andrea smiled as her eyes followed mine. She straightened her back slightly. It was then that I noticed how hard her nipples had become. They were thick and protruding from her pullover very noticeably now. Her sizable breasts strained the fabric so their proportions were obvious.
“You’re making me feel very guilty right now, Nick.” Andrea sounded timid, but she still had a faint smile on her face.
“Why’s that?”
“Because you’re Brian’s best friend and in the back of my mind I still think of you as that kid playing with his toys in the yard,” she explained.
“I know what you mean about being Brian’s best friend; I feel guilty because of it too. But I’m not a kid anymore, Andrea.”
“You just like to play with different toys,” she teased with a sexy giggle.
I smiled, stealing another look at Andrea’s bustline. “Yeah… bigger ones,” I said, noticing that I sounded as horny as I was.
“How much bigger?” Andrea’s voice was softer now and slightly huskier.
“About a C-cup…” I retorted, darting my eyes up to hers.
When Andrea let out a burst of laughter at my remark I noticed her breasts quiver from beneath her pullover. “Good guess, Nick,” she answered with a wink.
There wasn’t a sound in the kitchen for several seconds and the air was thick with sexual tension. I could feel my cock throb and wondered if Andrea was getting turned-on, or just having fun teasing me. When her soft voice broke the silence my heart began to pound as I listened to her speak.
“If I let you play with my… toys… do you promise to never tell a soul? If Brian ever found out…” Andrea’s voice faded out as she gave me a wary look.
“I know… no… I’d never breathe a word of it to anyone, Andrea,” I vowed.
“Come here…”
Andrea tugged at my hand and brought me into the living room. She stopped a few feet in front of the couch, still holding my hand. Her touch was soft and gentle and fed my arousal. She took a step closer and I felt the back of her hand graze my left thigh.
“I’ve seen you staring at them sometimes when you’ve been over here visiting Brian,” Andrea said in a hush.
I gave her a guilty nod and a smile.
“It made me wet…” Andrea blushed and lowered her face, smiling.
“Like now?” I asked.
Andrea nodded without looking up at me. She sucked on the corner of her bottom lip and gave my hand a squeeze.
When I slipped my right hand under her pullover Andrea never resisted. Her stomach was soft and smooth as I glided my fingers over it’s curve. I felt her quiver beneath my trembling hand as she began breathing faster. When my fingers stroked the underside of her left breast she gave a quiet gasp and looked down. Her tongue darted out and she sucked on her bottom lip. When I pinched her thick nipple and gave it a gentle tug she moaned and grabbed my hips.
“No one has played with them in so long… that feels so good, Nick,” she breathed.
I slowly began tugging Andrea’s pullover up. She watched as I uncovered her beautiful body, but said nothing. Once I had exposed her breasts she gave me a nervous look. Her breasts were lovely. They hung down slightly, but retained their nicely rounded shape. I licked my lips as I stared at her light brown nipples and large areolas.
“God… you’re beautiful, Andrea,” I said, not taking my eyes of of her bared torso.
“Thanks… I hope you’re not disappointed. I mean, you’ve wanted to see them for a while, haven’t you?” Andrea gave me a shy smile.
“For years…”
I cupped Andrea’s heavy breasts in my hands and began kneading them and rubbing her swollen nipples. She swayed her hips a bit and closed her eyes while I fondled her.
“Suck on them…” she urged, cupping the back of my head in her hand.
Andrea’s nipple felt thick between my lips. I sucked and tugged at it, then swirled my tongue around it, listening to her sexy moans. My mouth moved from one nipple to the other as I held as much of her breasts in my hands as I could. Andrea was holding onto my shoulders now. Her breathing was rapid and I was surprised by how turned-on she was. When I pinched her right nipple between my teeth and gave it a slight tug she cried out, digging her nails in my shoulder.
“Oh shit… we better stop, Nick… I’m sorry, but… oh god, that felt too good…”
Andrea was pushing at my shoulders. I backed away and frowned.
“Sorry…” I mumbled.
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