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[Monday, June 5th]
Thirteen-year-old Ethan’s summer break had just begun, the season already thick with a heat that felt heavier than any he could remember. That year, the sun wasn't just bright—it was punishing. But even the sweltering air was nothing next to the restless fire in his own mind. His every thought was consumed by the imminent release of Grand Theft Nation VI. He ached to play it with his friends, to lose himself in that digital world, but his wallet was empty. So, on that very first morning of freedom, Ethan marched into the kitchen with a single mission.
"Mom, any chance I could get some extra pocket money this month? There’s this new game coming out in a few days… I really need it."
His mother was far from pleased, her expression tightening as she scrubbed the counter without breaking rhythm.
"You’ve already had this month’s allowance. We aren’t giving you anymore."
She swiped at a shelf with a sharp, angry motion, sending a small cloud of dust into the air.
"If you need cash that badly, then get off your ass and work for it."
Ethan’s resentment simmered, but his greed burned hotter. As his mother turned back to her chores, his mind began to race, scheming for some easy score. He stared blankly out the window, watching his father push the mower back and forth across the yellowing lawn. Then it clicked—a simple, obvious plan. He’d mow the whole damn neighborhood’s lawns and rake in the cash himself.
Ethan hurried outside to where his father was working, his request tumbling out in a rush.
"Hey Dad, can I borrow your mower? I wanna make some cash cutting the neighbors' lawns."
His father looked up, genuinely shocked by the initiative.
"It's good you want to earn your own money. But why the sudden hustle? Have you already blown through this month's allowance?"
After Ethan explained his desperate need for the new game, his dad finally relented with a sigh.
"Alright, if you want it that badly, you can give it a shot. But you take care of that mower and don't you go wandering off too far."
Ethan buzzed with excitement to launch his mowing business. He trudged through his neighborhood under a punishing sun, sweat plastering his thin sleeveless shirt to his skin just from pushing the clattering mower down the cracked sidewalks. His eyes darted from yard to yard, hunting for a lawn truly choked with wild, tall grass. Then he saw it—a house with a jungle of a front yard, unruly and neglected. The place had been for sale and vacant for ages, but a moving truck's fresh tracks in the overgrown driveway hinted at new occupants. With a grunt, Ethan wrestled his mower onto the ragged lawn, marched up to the weathered doorstep, and rang the bell. Silence hung heavy in the afternoon heat. Just as he lifted his finger to ring again, the door groaned open.
The breath left his lungs in a rush, his jaw going completely slack. She was a vision in her mid-twenties, poured into denim shorts so tight and so short they gripped the sinful curve of her hips, framing the toned swell of her thighs. The scrap of fabric she called a top strained desperately against the heavy, full weight of her breasts with every shallow breath, exposing a tantalizing strip of smooth skin at her waist.
“Uh… hey. I’m Ethan. I was hopin’ maybe I could cut your grass. For some cash.”
He finally got the request out, just as she settled against the doorframe. She didn’t speak, just leaned there, her gaze roaming over him—slow and quiet, taking his measure.
“Oh, hey Ethan. Always glad to see a young man willing to work hard in this heat.”
Her palms slid slowly down her own thighs, smoothing the already-tight fabric of her shorts in a long, absent caress that drew the eye. A soft sigh escaped her.
“I was just staring at this lawn, thinking how much I didn’t wanna deal with it. You’re a real lifesaver.”
She let her teeth drag over her plush bottom lip, her gaze wandering over the sweat-damp lines of his shirt.
“So, what’s a guy like you charge to take care of things?”
Ethan replied, trying and failing to focus on the topic at hand. His gaze was glued to her, tracing the line of her neck as a bead of sweat trailed down it.
"Umm, maybe twenty bucks for the whole lawn? I can do the backside, too."
The words hung in the hot air, sounding less like a business proposal and more like a suggestion.
“Yeah, sounds like a damn good deal to me. Just let me know when you’re finished with the front lawn. I’ll… take you to the back one, too.”
A heavy drop of sweat traced its way down Ethan’s temple. He gave her a slow, knowing thumbs-up before turning back to the mower, its engine roaring to life. With a last, lingering look at his working form, Vanessa turned and slipped into the cool, shadowed house, the screen door clicking softly shut behind her. The mower’s engine roared to life, but Ethan’s mind was already racing somewhere else entirely. Vanessa. Just the thought of her, standing there so close—he’d never seen a woman that sexy, that bold, right in front of him. His grip tightened on the handlebars as his imagination took over, filled with raw, spicy images of what she would be underneath her cloths. He pushed the mower in steady, hungry lines, left to right, right to left, each pass fueling the heat building low in his gut.
Finally, it was done. Ethan had successfully mowed her entire front lawn, but he was completely drenched in sweat. It had been a tough job in that brutal heat. He switched off the mower and walked back to the doorstep, his shirt sticking to his skin, and rang the bell again.
This time, Vanessa didn’t hesitate. She opened the door almost immediately, her eyes sweeping over him from head to toe. A slow, appreciative smile spread across her lips.
"Wow, Ethan, you really did a great job out here. But damn, you look absolutely covered. I don’t want you overdoing it. Why don’t you come inside and take a break?"
She stepped back, holding the door wider, an unspoken invitation in her eyes. Ethan’s pulse quickened as Vanessa’s friendly, almost playful manner stirred something inside him.
“No, really, it’s fine—I can just rest here for a minute. Don’t want to bother my customer.”
But Vanessa insisted, her voice soft yet persuasive. Part of her genuinely felt sorry for the boy working in the brutal summer heat while she lounged indoors—but beneath that sympathy flickered a much naughtier thought, one that made her insist a little more forcefully, her eyes lingering on him just a moment too long. Seeing how much Vanessa was insisting for him to come inside, Ethan finally gave in to her request. A flush of heat spread through him that had nothing to do with the sun, his simple attraction to vanessa making his heart beat faster as he stepped inside, eager to be near her.
Ethan stepped inside, and Vanessa closed the door with a soft, final click.
“I’m so glad you decided to come in. Please, make yourself comfortable. I’ve just made some fresh orange juice for you.”
As she turned toward the kitchen, Ethan’s gaze locked onto the hypnotic sway of her hips, the full curve of her ass moving with each step—a rhythm that made his cock stir and stiffen in his pants. Vanessa disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Ethan alone in the dimly lit living room. He sank onto the plush sofa, his heart pounding as he waited for her return. The house was silent, save for the distant hum of the refrigerator and the faint rustling of Vanessa's movements in the other room. After a few moments, she emerged, carrying a tall glass of orange juice. Her hips swayed gently as she walked, drawing Ethan's gaze like a magnet. She handed him the cold drink with a smile, their fingers brushing briefly—a touch that sent a spark of electricity through him.
"Here you go. You must be parched after working so hard in this heat."
Vanessa said softly, settling onto the couch beside him. She leaned back, crossing her legs and exposing a tantalizing glimpse of smooth, tanned thigh.
“Yeah, I didn’t know it would be so much harder, but I really needed the money for a new game.”
As he spoke, his gaze drifted down to her thighs. He finished his drink in one grateful gulp.
“Thanks for the drink, Miss Vanessa, but I guess I should get to work on your back lawn now.”
Vanessa watched him rise, a slow smile spreading across her lips. She uncrossed her legs and stood up, then leaned toward him just enough for her cleavage to be prominently displayed in the open neckline of her shirt.
“Of course. Let me show you the way to the back lawn, too.”
She led him into the backyard, her hips swaying with a slow, hypnotic rhythm that Ethan couldn’t ignore again. When he stepped outside, he saw a small, neglected swimming pool, its water cloudy and still. The yard was a jungle of tall, wild grass that swallowed the edges of the pool and brushed against the fencing.
“There you go. Just as overgrown as the front. I’m hoping you’ll do the same… fantastic job back here.”
Her eyes dragged over him, slow and deliberate, leaving a heat in their wake. Ethan gave a quick nod, trying to focus on her words, but his mind was already racing, searching for a path to bring the mower through the thicket.
“Don’t worry, there’s a side gate.”
She pointed a slender finger toward a weathered wooden gate nearly hidden by the overgrowth at the side of the house.
“Big enough for you and your equipment to come through.”
Before Ethan could even step forward to retrieve his mower, Vanessa moved in close. She pressed the fifty dollars into his hand as an advance for the work he’d already done and the work still to come. Her hand lingered on his shoulder as she leaned in, her body bending toward his. She told him she’d be working right alongside him to clean up the pool.
“Who knows? Maybe we can even use it when we’re done.”
The words were light, but the look in her eyes wasn't funny at all—it was a clear, burning invitation. Ethan’s heart hammered in his chest, Vanessa’s words lingering in the air between them. A raw, vivid image flashed through his mind—her in a swimsuit, wet fabric clinging to every curve of her body, water glistening on her skin.
“Yeah, sure… sounds good, Miss Vanessa.”
Swallowing hard, he forced a playful tone, though his voice still carried a nervous tremor. He’d completely forgotten about the fifty dollars until it was in his palm. Before wheeling the mower back to the shed, he glanced down at the cash, a rough, grateful smile touching his lips.
“Thanks for this—it’s more than I needed.”
His thumb brushed over the bills before he finally turned away. Ethan pushed his mower through the side gate and got to work. Moments later, Vanessa emerged from the house, clutching the long-handled pool net. She’d changed out of her white crop top and denim shorts into a skimpy bikini that left almost nothing to the imagination.
"Hope you don’t mind the outfit, Ethan. It’s just so damn hot out here."
Ethan’s words caught in his throat, his cock already stiffening at the sight of her.
"That’s alright."
All he could manage was a stiff nod and a rough reply. As he guided the mower back and forth, his eyes stayed locked on her—every bend, every stretch. Vanessa felt his hungry stare and smiled to herself. She worked the edge of the pool slowly, deliberately arching her back and bending low, giving him long, tempting views of her body. The afternoon sun beat down on them both, but the heat between them was even heavier.
Finally, Ethan finished his work. A deep satisfaction settled over him as he surveyed the cleared area, all that tall grass now gone. His gaze drifted away from the sparkling pool, taking in the surroundings, until he started to turn around—and walked right into the soft, full crush of Vanessa’s tits. She had stepped in close on purpose, leaving no space between them.
“That’s alright, sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice low as she lifted her hands beneath her heavy breasts, lifting them slightly toward him.
There she stood in her bikini, skin glistening with sweat under the sun. Her eyes roamed slowly over his body, lingering on every line and curve, a frank and appreciative inspection that held no pretense of subtlety.
“You did an amazing job, just like I knew you would.”
She let the compliment hang in the warm air between them for a moment, her expression softening into a suggestive smile.
“And you know… since I’ve got the pool all clean now, maybe if you weren’t in such a hurry, we could… enjoy it together.”
Ethan’s heart hammered against his ribs, the weight of Vanessa’s unspoken promise thick in the humid air. The heat coming off her sun-warmed skin was a tangible force, and the air between them smelled sweetly of salt, sunscreen, and her own clean sweat. His eyes, almost against his will, fell to the generous curve of her breasts, the thin bikini fabric straining with each breath she took. He swallowed, a dry click in his throat. The sensible part of him screamed to go home, to leave this temptation behind. But that other part—the part that was already burning up—won out.
A shaky grin touched his lips as he gave a slow nod.
"That... does sound nice," he managed, his voice rough. "You already overpaid me. Made my whole damn day. So... I'm free. Could use the cool down."
Vanessa’s smile turned wicked, her eyes darkening with pure, undiluted mischief and a hunger that made his stomach tighten. She took a deliberate step back towards the shimmering water, and with a boldness that stole his breath, she hooked her thumbs under the slender straps of her bikini top.
"Good. Then get that shirt off, Ethan. Let’s get wet."
Vanessa didn’t hesitate, heading straight for the pool. As they reached the water’s edge, Ethan pulled off his sleeveless shirt, soaked with sweat, and tossed it aside.
"Wanna jump in with me, Ethan?"
He’d never jumped into a pool before, but right now he didn’t give a damn—all his focus was on Vanessa. He just nodded, and she grabbed his hand, pulling him in with her. They hit the water together, sending a splash high into the air. But something went wrong. Vanessa’s bikini wasn’t tied very tight, and the force of the jump tore it loose. She didn’t notice at first, but Ethan’s eyes went straight to what was floating beside him: her skimpy bikini top. When he turned toward her, her bare tits were right there, exposed and perfect. She hopped a little deeper, pretending to be embarrassed as she covered herself with her hands—but this was exactly what she’d wanted him to see. Ethan’s cock stiffened in his shorts instantly.
He snatched the top from the water and swam closer.
“Umm, sorry, Miss Vanessa… I didn’t see anything,” he lied, his voice low.
His hard-on pressed against his trunks as he held out the top.
“Here you go.”
“Oh, don’t you worry, sweetheart,” she purred, a sly smile spreading across her lips.
Her mind was already spinning with filthy ideas.
“I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
She turned her back to him, holding the bikini in place.
“Would you help me put it back on? Tie it tight for me.”
Ethan moved closer, his hardened dick now almost brushing against the curve of her lower back and the swell of her ass. Vanessa knew exactly what she was doing—she leaned back subtly, pressing herself just a little closer against him. His fingers trembled as they fumbled with the strings of Vanessa’s bikini top. His touch was slow, deliberate—more than just an accident—as he brushed against the skin of her back. A shiver raced down Vanessa’s spine, and it had nothing to do with the cool water around them. His hands lingered on the thin straps, then drifted lower, grazing the sensitive curve just beneath her breasts.
“There,” he murmured, his voice a little rough. “All tied up.”
But neither of them moved apart. Vanessa turned slowly to face him, a soft “thank you” leaving her lips as she curled them into a subtle smile.
“You were good at that,” she added, her gaze drifting downward.
She could feel something thick and firm pressing against her thigh through his shorts. Her tongue swept across her lips, wet and slow, before her eyes lifted back to his.
Vanessa closed the distance for the kiss, and Ethan didn’t resist. He let her press her lips to his, her tongue sliding deep into his mouth. She gripped the back of his head with one hand while the other roamed boldly over the front of his trunks, feeling the hard shape of his cock beneath. Ethan’s hands found her hips, pulling her closer as the pool water swirled around their bodies.
She finally broke the kiss, breathless, and whispered, “Looks like someone’s really excited.”
His hands were still on her, sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing it tight. His heart was pounding, his instincts taking over, leaving him speechless except for a rough, “Yeah… I am.”
“Good,” Vanessa purred. “I want to see your cock. Sit on the edge of the pool, facing me. I can help you out properly.”
Ethan was already moving. He hoisted himself out of the water and sat on the cool edge without wasting a second. Vanessa moved between his legs, her fingers hooking into the waistband of his trunks and pulling them down slowly. His cock, already fully hard, sprang free, standing stiff and eager.
A low groan escaped him as he said, “I haven’t been this hard before.”
The thick length of him pointed straight toward her, waiting.
Vanessa’s hand closed around his cock, her fingers slowly tracing the hard length of him. She glanced up at Ethan with a sly smirk before whispering,
"Damn, Ethan… you’ve been hiding quite a gift down here."
Then her lips parted, sliding over the head of his shaft before taking him deeper into the warmth of her mouth. Ethan’s hand settled firmly on the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as a low, rough groan escaped him. Vanessa picked up the pace, her mouth moving on him with hungry rhythm, each stroke more eager than the last.
Ethan’s hand tightened in Vanessa’s hair, his fingers twisting deep into the roots as she picked up her pace, the rhythm becoming more urgent and demanding. He could feel the control slipping from him completely, his muscles tensing and his hips beginning to buckle involuntarily against the overwhelming sensation. A rough, strained grunt was torn from his throat as he felt the inevitable peak rushing toward him, the warning tumbling out in a burst of desperate words.
“Fuck—I’m gonna cum. It’s coming…”
But Vanessa did not stop. She did not pull away or slow her motions. If anything, she took him deeper, her mouth enveloping him fully with a practiced, relentless hunger that communicated a clear, wordless intent—she wanted every last drop he had to give. When the climax finally seized him, he emptied himself in hot, pulsing streams directly down her waiting throat, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
A bit of his cum dripped from her swollen, puffy lips. She didn’t let it go to waste. Slowly and with purpose, she licked herself clean, her tongue sliding over her skin to gather every drop before swallowing. Ethan’s chest rose and fell heavily, still fighting for air as shivers of pleasure rippled through him—his body trembling from the powerful release Vanessa had just drawn from him. She gazed up with a smug, satisfied grin, her lips shining wet with a blend of pool water and his own sticky cum.
“That was… fuck, that was too good,” Ethan panted, his voice ragged. “I’ve never felt anything like that, even by myself.”
Vanessa’s hand rested gently on his half-hard cock, stroking it slowly as she watched him.
“Glad you liked it, sweetheart,” she purred, leaning closer. “But there’s so much more I want to do with you. How about it? Want to be my partner in this… in sex?”
She said it playfully, offering him a role in whatever pleasures she had in mind. As she began to rise from the pool, water cascaded down her curves, catching the light. Ethan stared in awe, his eyes tracing the dip of her waist and the round swell of her hips.
“Really? So we can do a lot of… you know… this kind of stuff?”
Vanessa laughed softly.
“Haha, silly Ethan. Of course. Now come on inside—let’s dry off.”
They stepped out of the water and onto the pool deck. As they walked toward the house, Ethan couldn’t resist. His hand slipped around her waist and gripped the soft, full flesh of her ass, squeezing possessively. A smirk spread across Vanessa’s face—she didn’t pull away, only swayed her hips a little more as they moved inside. Ethan was no longer nervous. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face as he realized just how lucky he was. His mind began to wander, picturing all the things he could do with Vanessa over the long, hot summer break. The possibilities, each one more tempting than the last, filled his head with a hungry anticipation. This was going to be one hell of a summer.