Mother’s friend made my study break unforgettable.

In my freshman year, I'd travel home on the odd weekend. It was quieter there, and I could at least get some solid study time in. Usually, it was just my mother at home, my father had passed away when I was little. My mom was happy, though, and surrounded herself with a close-knit group of female friends who often dropped by for dinner. Sometimes they'd stay late, watching whatever was on TV that night.

One warm spring weekend, one of her friends stopped by, Lea. She was much younger than my mother, probably in her mid-thirties. Fairly short, maybe 5'4", with dark hair, a cute smile, and very much single. Lea was petite, but she had a figure that turned heads. Tanned, flawless skin; slim but muscular legs; and those tight-fitting tops that left little to the imagination. I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like beneath them. On her small frame, I guessed she was a 32D, not that I had any way to know for sure. Lea and I got along well, so whenever she was around, I'd always make a point of taking a break from my books.

That night, I found my mother and Lea in our narrow TV lounge. The room was set up with a single lounge chair near the front and a snug three-seater positioned along the back wall.

My mother often had neck and back pain from her work as a horticulturalist. That's actually how she knew Lea, they worked together. I used to offer mom neck rubs while she relaxed in her chair. Nothing weird about it, just trying to help her out.

As I walked into the room that night, Lea looked over and asked, "Hey John, won't you help me out with one of your famous neck massages?"

I was a little taken aback, but I remembered they'd spent the week working hard on a new site, which involved a lot of lifting and bending. I figured it was harmless enough to give her a hand. My mother didn't seem to mind in fact, she handed me the massage oil herself, so I walked to the back of the lounge.

Lea had already made herself comfortable, perched on two pillows on the floor in front of the couch, behind the single-seater where my mother sat. I thought it was a bit odd being out of her line of sight, but I didn't question it. I sat down behind Lea, positioning my legs on either side of her shoulders and hips.

She was wearing a thin, strappy top and a pair of short shorts. I rubbed the oil between my palms, warming it up, and then got to work.

Lea was clearly enjoying the massage. Her head dropped forward as she sat cross-legged, and every so often she'd raise a hand and lazily gesture to where she wanted more pressure. At first, it was just her neck. Then she pointed lower and right between her shoulder blades, just above the clasp of her bra.

My mother, who'd been quietly watching TV, suddenly stood and stretched. "I'm heading to bed," she said with a yawn. "You two behave." Lea turned just enough to flash a playful smile. "Always." Mom chuckled and disappeared down the hallway, leaving us alone in the dimly lit lounge.

As soon as she was gone, Lea shifted slightly and glanced over her shoulder to make sure the coast was clear. Then, with one smooth motion, she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra beneath her thin top. She pulled the fabric up slightly, exposing more of her back. I got the message.

I warmed more oil in my hands and slid them lower, working the muscles around her spine. My thumbs pressed firmly down her back while my fingers curved forward, wrapping gently around her sides, just brushing the soft outer edges beneath her ribs.

Lea didn't stop me. In fact, she subtly leaned into my touch.

Emboldened, I let my fingers explore a little further. As they inched closer to the sides of her chest, she shifted again, raising her knees and lifting her arms behind her head. The movement pulled her top tight, arching her back slightly and revealing the faint curve of her breasts. I couldn't see much from this angle, but I could feel everything. The warmth of her skin. The way she breathed deeper. The unspoken invitation.

My heart was pounding as my fingers traced the tender curves at the sides of her perfect breasts. Lea tilted her head to the side, and I leaned forward, catching a glimpse down her top it still barely covered the front of her chest, but not by much. I couldn't believe she was letting me go this far.

Then, finally, my fingers found their target, her firm breasts and finally the edges of her tender nipples. My right index finger brushed over one, and it was already firm. I hesitated for half a second, then moved to gently pinch it between my fingers.

That's when she looked up at me, her eyes dark and knowing. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Don't stop what you're doing… but if you prove yourself, you'll need more than just massage oil."

I didn't fully understand what she meant, but I wasn't about to screw this up.

Confidence surging, I slid my hands around her chest and cupped her breasts, first the right, then the left… squeezing them softly. They felt incredible. Warm, full, and impossibly firm beneath my palms.

By now, my cock was straining hard against my gym shorts. And I wasn't the only one feeling the heat. I glanced down and saw Lea's left hand pressed between her thighs, slowly rubbing herself through her shorts.

I started to more forcefully tweak her now champagne-cork nipples. Her head cocked to the side as she bit her lip. Just then, she shuddered, bit down, and let out an erotic whimper.

Lea quickly turned around and kissed me hard on the lips, her mouth hungry and confident. Then she glanced back again, making sure the coast was clear, before slowly lifting her top, pulling it all the way up to her neck and revealing her beautiful breasts.

I didn't hesitate. I leaned forward, hands reaching to cup her breasts, my mouth close behind. She rose upright on her knees, arching her back and pressing forward, guiding my head firmly against her chest. I kissed her softly at first, tasting the warm, supple curve of her skin, letting my tongue trace its way across every inch.

As her breathing deepened, I took one of her nipples between my lips, swirling my tongue around it before gently biting down. She let out a sharp breath through her nose, her fingers tightening in my hair. I moved to the other, giving it the same slow, hungry attention: kissing, sucking, and teasing with just enough pressure to make her squirm.

Hardly a word had been spoken between us but somehow, we both knew exactly what we were doing.

She let go of my head and gently pushed me back onto the sofa. Then she reached for my gym shorts and wasted no time freeing my now fully engorged cock.

As our tongues met again, her hand wrapped around me, first teasing the tip, then stroking the full length of my shaft. I could feel every pulse of blood under her small, confident grip. Then she pulled away just enough to whisper, "I think you proved yourself tonight… and here's your reward."

Lea lowered herself, slowly, and opened her mouth. Her lips closed around the head of my cock, warm and soft, and she began to gently suck. One hand fondled my tight sack while the other steadied her as she took me deeper. Soon, almost my entire length was inside her mouth.

I was in awe not just of her skill, but the way she owned every second of it. I couldn't hold out much longer. I whispered, "I'm going to cum any second if you keep that up."

Her reply was a low, muffled, "Go right ahead."

That was it. I shut my eyes, bit down on my lip, and let go, spilling every last drop into her waiting mouth. She didn't flinch, didn't miss a beat. Her lips stayed locked around me, slow and steady, draining me with the kind of control that made it feel like she owned my release. Every pulse, every twitch, she took it all, milking me until I was completely, helplessly spent.

Once she could tell I was spent, she slid my shorts back up and leaned in, a wicked smile tugging at her lips. Then she kissed me slow at first, teasing, but full of heat. I could taste myself on her tongue, and instead of pulling back, I leaned in harder, needing more.

She moaned softly into my mouth, deliberately passing a heavy load of me back. It was filthy. Intense. And insanely hot. Our mouths moved hungrily, messily, locked in something far beyond a kiss. Her hand gripped the back of my neck, holding me there like she never wanted it to end.

I didn't even stop to think. I just wanted more of her every wild, unfiltered part.

And just like that, it was over.

Lea didn't waste a second. With that same quiet, effortless confidence, she reached behind her back and re-clipped her bra, I watched as her gorgeous breasts disappeared out of sight. Her eyes flicking to mine as she did it, knowing I was watching. She tugged her top back down, slowly and deliberately, then smoothed her hair with a practiced sweep of her fingers.

I stayed where I was, still sprawled on the couch, breath slowing, heart racing, completely stunned.

At the door, she paused. Turned. Our eyes locked. Hers were calm, knowing, playful.

She winked, blew me a kiss, and mouthed, "Call me when you're back in town."