Mrs. Jenkins and I

As a guy, I was never a ladies man. Honestly I never even kissed a girl. That all changed that one night. I went about my usual day. Getting lectured by teacher after teacher, writing down homework I’m not going to do, go to cross country practice.. etc. It was towards the end of the day when I got a txt message from Mrs. Jenkins to babysit her 10-year old boy.

I quickly accepted in need of easy cash. She said she would pick me up around 6. At this time I was 15 and, like every other guy, horny. I wasn’t big by all means, but I wasn’t small either. I was about 5’ 6 and 120 lbs. I couldn’t use my upper body to save my life, but my legs were different. Being on the Varsity Cross Country team as a sophomore and the JV basketball team was something I was very proud about. Oh, my name is Daniel btw.

School went by slow, like usual, we ran 8 miles that day for practice. My legs killed as I was walking home. It was about an hour walk, after about 15 minutes, I see a car slow down and drive with me as I was walking. I joked in my head saying I was going to get shot (Being one of the only white people in a mostly colored school in a wana-b gangster town). I watch as the window roles down, I unplug my ipod from my left ear and lean forward to get a better view of the driver.

It was Mrs. Jenkins. Of course once she offered a ride I happily accepted. She asked if I wanted to go straight to her house and hang out for an hour before they had to go, instead of hanging out at home. I figured, sure, why not? I got in the car and looking Mrs. Jenkins up and down. She was definitely in work clothes, but I’d figure I should ask if she was on her way home from work anyway.

She responded yes with a gorgeous smile. Mrs. Jenkins was the women that every guy new the husband was too lucky. She wasn’t amazingly stunning, but definitely beautiful none the less. She’s maybe 5’4 with 36C breasts (I’ve looked through the hampers), a decent amount of belly fat, but not anywhere close to being real fat.