I’ve been in love set up ch-04

“Well…never like this anyway,” he stammered just a little, eyes firmly glued to Tom’s nude body, one hand still outstretched even though she had taken the charge slip away from him, the other still cradling the warm carrier containing our pizza. Only then did he seemingly realize that, finally dropping his hand, even turning his head slightly as Tom now finished about in her purse seeking the exact change. Again, part of the ruse as she took her sweet time doing so, affording the young man more than enough time to overcome his shyness, once again looking at her directly.

“Damn! I thought I had cash. You do take credit cards, yes?”

“Ah…yes!” He almost spat, his eyes only then snapping upwards again as Tom turned, once more facing him.

“Good,” she said smiling, pointing at the table, once more bending over to reach inside her purse. “You can put the pizza over there then,” she added.

We all watched as Tom once more took her time fumbling around inside her purse, the young man walking around and behind her towards the table where she’d indicated for him to set the pizza down. He took a good look at her as he did, and standing as we were, looking into the mirror, we got just as good a look at Tom’s pussy as he was when he passed by. He in fact almost missed sitting it down on the table correctly.

He had a device on his phone which allowed him to quickly run the charges as Tom handed her card to him, watching as he completed the transaction, though his eyes made quick, hurried glances towards her even then.

“Oh damn!” She said again.

“I’m sorry…what?” The young man said, looking somewhat confused.

“I forgot to add in your tip!” She exclaimed.

He grinned broadly, looking relieved that nothing else was wrong. “No worries. I think you’ve given me more than an adequate tip,” he announced, perfectly content. But Tom, true to form, wasn’t having any of that.

“Nonsense,” She exclaimed. “I was young once myself,” She actually responded, cupping her breasts, lifting them up as though to somehow convey the fact she wasn’t as young, or as attractive perhaps as she once used to be. Tom could have won an Oscar for her role. “So I know how hard it is for a young man like you to try and make ends meet,” she added, once again sounding apologetic, simultaneously fishing. “You’re what…twenty? Twenty one?” She now asked.

He beamed proudly. “No mam…actually, I just turned nineteen last week.”

“Mam?” She asked once again. This time sounding almost hurt…discouraged. “I guess I really am getting old when young, handsome, attractive men such as yourself see someone like me, nude and all…and still call them mam. I bet I don’t even compare to the girls you’ve been with,” she tossed.

“Ah no mam. I mean…yes mam. I mean, what I mean is,” he attempted, sounding truly flustered now. “I didn’t really mean anything by that,” he spat, trying to collect his thoughts. “I’ve only really seen one other girl naked, and that was my older sister, so that really doesn’t count anyways,” he offered. “You’re the first real woman I have seen” he now confessed, blushing profusely, his eyes once again wandering of their own accord as though he didn’t have any control over them.

“So in a way…I really am your first?” Tom asked, sounding both surprised as well as excited by the prospect. And I got the feeling that things were about to head in a whole new direction here from what I’d first thought, including the twins as they both giggled excitedly, almost knowingly, though I soon cautioned them to once again remain quiet before giving us all away.

“I’ll bet you a week’s worth of room cleaning mom gets him to cum for her,” Sophia challenged.

“You’re on!” Hazel responded by taking the bet. “He looks too nervous to let things go that far, no matter what mom does to try and entice him,” she added to that. Once again I shushed the girls, admonishing them both to be quiet lest we be heard and discovered here. Though I wasn’t about to take any more bets myself…either way.

“Yes…” He caught himself before saying mam, once again fumbling with an obvious response.

“Call me Tom,” Tom replied. “And you are?”

“Ah, Robert,” he answered. “Though most of my friends call me Bobby,” he again blushed, growing a little more accustomed to seeing a mature woman still standing there naked in front of him.

“So am I to be considered a friend then Bobby?” She asked, catching him off guard for a moment. “Or should I call you Robert?”

“Bobby!” He responded quickly. “Definitely Bobby!”

“Well then…Bobby,” Tom said, backing slowly towards the couch, and then suddenly sitting down, though she had somehow managed to keep the balls of her feet planted on the couch cushions as she did, thus obscenely, and quite wickedly displaying herself. She had even reached down, taking her fingers, prying her labia apart so that Bobby had a pretty good, unobstructed view of her cunt. “Ever seen one up close and personal like this?” She teased.

“Not quite like that,” he answered, actually taking a step forward.

“So you have seen a woman’s pussy before then yes?”

“Well…sort of. Actually a girl’s pussy, not like yours, and never quite like this,” he offered, taking another step closer to where she sat. The two of them clearly in view now as he did so. One look into the mirror, and the three of us would be had. Two more steps, and a look in our direction would do it as well. There didn’t seem to be any real danger of that happening however. Bobby’s eyes were firmly glued to Tom’s pussy at the moment.

“Have you touched anyone’s pussy? Has anyone ever played with your cock?” Tom continued to question. “Have you ever fucked another girl?” She asked, obviously shocking him somewhat as he again fumbled with his answers.

“Sort of yes…and yes, again kinda,” he stated. “But no…I’ve ah, never ah…”

“Fucked a woman?”

“Yeah that,” he agreed.

“That what? Go ahead, say it. Let me hear you say the word fuck,” Tom pressed.

He hesitated, and then said it. “Fuck.”