Chapter Seven: 
Giving In

	Stormy stepped into the familiar restaurant. The server at the host stand just nodded as Stormy strutted passed. She was well aware of where she needed to go, and he could tell. Ruby was seated by herself against the window in their favorite spot. She was looking out the window thoughtfully at the cars that passed. Ruby was dressed in a fancy pair of crisp jean and a jade button up shirt that hadn't been tucked in. No matter what she wore, she always looked classy.
	Ruby turned her head when she heard the approaching hoof falls, a smile pushing it's way along her plump lips. “There's a Stormy front coming!” She followed it up with her signature hyena laugh.
	“Ruby, it's good to see you.” Ruby was up out of her seat to embrace her.
	When she backed away, Ruby had a curious look on her face. Her eyes roamed over Stormy as if she could tell that her friend had a terrible secret, and was trying to figure out what it was. Stormy wore a brand new outfit- Tight jeans that hugged her full figure body, a tight fitting white baby doll shirt, and a push up bra underneath, giving her superhuman lift. A lightweight leather jacket clung to her shoulders, stylishly short in the body and arms. Stormy was looking fine, and Ruby would be crazy to think otherwise.
	“Girl, you got something to tell me, doncha?” Ruby moved to sit back down in her seat.
	Stormy wasn't sure if she did or not, but this was the best she'd felt in days. “Whatever gave you that idea?”
	Ruby's golden eyes followed her friend as she sat down. “Well, you were strutting over here with your ass in the air. You're wearing a brand new outfit that doesn't look like it came from the spring line. You spent some real money on those clothes. Bitch, I have an excellent sense of smell. I can smell past your perfume. There's a sexy scent wafting off of you, so sexy that I'm popping a boner. I don't have to be a genius to know something is up.”
	Stormy blushed deeply and shushed Ruby, who was talking too loud for this type of conversation. “Alright, alright. Nothing has really happened yet, but something might happen between me and Steven soon,” Stormy said, trying to hide her excitement under her false modesty.
	“How do you know?” Ruby raised an eyebrow.
	“Last night, before his lesson, he massaged my hands. I had told him earlier in the evening that they were hurting. He'd remembered it hours afterward. Then, when he was done, he sat back in my rocking chair, singing and playing love songs.” Stormy felt as though she might start hyperventilating from her excitement.
	“That's all fine and good, but how do you know he wasn't just showing you his skill?” Ruby's eyes grew wider, trying to piece together what her friend was rambling on about.
	“When he left, he kissed me goodnight.” Stormy whispered.
	“Woo girl! Wait, on the lips?” Ruby started to celebrate, but shut it down.
	“No, on the cheek.” Stormy rubbed the back of her neck.
	Ruby's face went lax for a few moments. “Not a good as on the lips, but damn girl, you're in! Good job snagging yourself a boy toy that's... how many years younger than you?”
	The thought pushed a blush to Stormy's face. “Nineteen, and I don't think I've snagged him. I just won't overlook the fact that I think he's interested in me.”
	“Oh, he is. Now you just gotta let him in deeper.” The sexual innuendo was lost within her excited voice. “And what a looker he is too. That boy is so fine.”
	“I know, right? I feel guilty about it. He deserves someone much younger than me.” Stormy squirmed in her seat, and she took a drink from Ruby's water glass.
	“If you're not interested, I'll swoop in and take him from you.” Ruby jested as she drummed on the table with her claws.
	“No!” A possessive tone creeping into Stormy's voice, that neither of them have heard from her before.
	Ruby smirked and disregarded it, chalking it up to Stormy being excited. “Well, I want you to know that I'm always available to come over and join you two. A few more appendages in the bed couldn't be a bad thing, am I right?”
	She was rewarded with the blush glowing across Stormy's cheeks. Little did she know, the flush wasn't because of the threesome comment, but because the thought had already crossed Stormy's mind earlier when she was in the shower.
	Ruby and Stormy had to settle down before they could order their food. Stormy still had three lessons to teach today, and didn't want to risk them running over into the time she could be spending with Steven. They ordered their favorite foods again and talked while they ate. Mostly they talked about Steven. Ruby recounted a few stories where she'd had a few run-in's with the boy. He was a good kid, smart, and exceedingly talented. Stormy couldn't help but feel that Ruby was a little jealous of her. When she brought it up, Ruby dismissed it and assured Stormy that she was happy for her.
	When lunch was over, the friends hugged warmly. Ruby whispered in Stormy's ear that she'd been given a great opportunity with Steven, and shouldn't squander it. She wanted Stormy to go home and do everything she could to entice that young man. If anyone deserved to be with Stormy, it was that fine young steed.
	Stormy left the restaurant, more confidently than she'd entered. The next few hours were going to be grueling while she waited for Steven to come home.
	Three new faces showed up at her door. Again, their skill levels were average. Only one of them was had trouble understanding what Stormy was talking about. She couldn't be sure if it was the student's fault or her own, for being so scattered by thoughts of Steven. It didn't matter. The woman had finally understood by the end of the lesson.
	When the last student had gone, Stormy decided to go upstairs and change into something she didn't mind getting dirty. When she returned downstairs, she wore a tight pair of gym shorts and the same tank top she had worn the evening before. The scent of Old Spice lingered in the air. Steven was there, and had let himself in.
	She looked for his clothes that she'd washed and left on the counter, but they were gone, replaced by a bag of burgers from the place down the street. Where'd he go? Stormy wondered. The answer arrived when she saw a shadow moving in the guest bathroom.
	When she peered through the gap in the door, she received quite a treat. Steven stood inside the room, naked, folding the clothes that he must have worn to his classes. Stormy didn't care much about those details. Her eyes fixated on what she wanted to see.
	The young man's sheath was larger than she imaged. It narrowed at the tip, hanging lazily against his pelvis. It grew more plump the further it went down to his heavy sac. The dark skin cast an alluring shadow across them, a natural tease. It was driving her crazy. The guilt that welled up inside her was being smothered by her growing desire. Steven reached down to cup those beautiful balls, rubbing and scratching them. They bounced around in his hand. Stormy began to regret her choice of not wearing panties under her gym shorts. They were already soaking through.
	Stormy pinched her hand to make sure she wasn't just fantasizing this, but nothing changed when she felt the sting. Her inner voice told her to look away, but she just couldn't. Soon, there wasn't anything left to see, anyways. Steven stepped down into his freshly washed work jeans, which she'd been nice enough to leave out for him to find. Stormy backed away when she saw Steven pick up his shirt and walk towards the door.
	“Hey Stormy. I hope you don't mind that I let myself in,” Steven said, pulling his T shirt down over his chest.
	“No, not at all. I was just upstairs changing. I don't want to mess up my nice clothes with all this manual labor we have to do today, you know?” Stormy shook her head, annoyed by the way she was dolling out excess information.
	“Thanks for washing my clothes. I feel bad, though. They're just going to get dirty again.” Steven moved passed her into the kitchen, grabbing the brown bag of burgers.
	“I'll just wash them again if I have too,” Stormy said, feigning exasperation, but Steven could tell she was teasing him.
	“Here, have a burger before we start. That way we don't have to take a break in the middle of working.” Steven held a sloppily wrapped burger out to her, and he started in on the one in his other hand.
	“It was sweet of you to bring dinner,” Stormy said, and climbed up to sit on the counter, her legs firmly crossed.
	“I was thinking. If you want, we can finish all the big stuff in the guest bathroom tonight. Then you can paint, wax the floor, whatever else you want to do in there tomorrow, while I'm in class,” Steven said around a cheek full of food.
	“What do we have left to do in there?” Stormy asked, trying not to picture Steven's naked body. Any more thoughts like that would make her explode.
	“I have to check the wiring. I brought the stuff to fix it, if it needs it. Installing and sealing the shower, after that. I'll mount the shower door before I leave.” Steven finished his list and took another bite of his food.
	When he said mount, Stormy's adult mind somehow managed to keep her horny teenage mind in check. “You're a life saver. I can't thank you enough.”
	Steven finished his burger and crumpled up the wrapper. “You don't have to thank me. I enjoy being here. There's no place I'd rather be.” Steven had such a casual demeanor that it left Stormy a little jealous.
	“What should I do while you're installing the shower?” Stormy asked, still working on her food.
	“You can keep working in here, putting away the dishes, if you'd like. But when I'm on the step ladder, I want you to hold it for me. I'm nervous about heights, even small ones.” Steven pushed himself up from the floor and stretched, getting his muscles worked up.
	“Okay. If you need anything, and I really mean anything, don't hesitate to ask.” The statement had sounded more innocent in her mind.
	“Thanks.” Steven flashed her a smile and slipped into the guest bathroom.
	Stormy swooned over the young man's charisma. It was getting so bad that she wondered if she was making it all up, and her body was just reacting to her misconception. Stormy didn't want to waste too much time thinking about it. She had other things that she needed to take care of first. She took down the last bite of her burger, wiped her hands on a dish rag, and went back to unpacking the pile of boxes that lined the kitchen floor.

	Nearly an hour passed before Steven called her into the bathroom. He'd finished installing and sealing the shower stall. Even in the sunset's dim light, she could see the glistening white goo of the sealant. Steven already set up the step ladder and gathered everything up that he thought he was going to need. Stormy picked up a flashlight and stationed herself next to the step ladder to keep it steady as he climbed.
	Once he was up on the ladder, he unscrewed the light fixture and pulled it down from the ceiling, so it hung free. The ladder trembled under his nervous frame. A fall from that height wouldn't have been detrimental at all, but it didn't stop him from being scared.
	Steven started to teeter, and squeeked. Stormy wrapped her arms around his legs to steady him. Her cheek pressed firmly against his lap, and she felt the heat radiating from there. Her soft pink tongue flicked over her dry lips.
	The self control was fading, or had already fled entirely- it was hard to say. She reached up and unbuttoned his jeans. Steven flexed at her forward behavior. Stormy cautiously unzipped his fly, freeing his goods. Her eyes flicked up to meet his in the flashlight lit room. She was concerned that he would be mad. What she found made her tremble like a blade of grass in a storm. He was smiling down at her. He nodded, inviting her. Steven was a smart boy. He knew exactly what she wanted.
	Stormy reached into his pants, feeling the heft of his balls, the soft skin against her fingers. She helped free them, letting them rest in her fingers. The heat radiating from his lap was even hotter against her face now. Before she could control herself, she nuzzled his heavy sac, her dry lips tracing over them in a passionate kiss. The scent of his Old Spice spray was overwhelmed by his natural thick scent. It smelled good to Stormy, young and wild.
	Her wide pink tongue moved along the soft flesh, ears twitching as she heard him groan. Her tongue explored along the heated path until she reached his sheath opening, where she dipped the tip into his loose sheath. The salty, sweaty flavor pulled a moan from her throat. The flat head of his cock was freed from its prison, thanks to her attention. Her tongue formed little circles around it, welcoming it, promising to shower it with affection.
	Stormy brought her other hand up to give the growing length a squeeze. She could see her saliva glistening along the broad tip, met by a well of pre-cum that gathered at the hole. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to the tip, suckling it, tasting the slick juices. She felt his hand at the back of her head, guiding her to take him deeper.
	“Don't squeeze so tight,” his melodic voice whispered to her.
	“What?” She whispered against his lap.
	“You're squeezing my legs too tight. I can't feel my feet.” Steven's tone was playful.
	When Stormy opened her eyes, her face was buried in Steven's jeans. The entirety of the inside of her thighs were soaked with her juices. It looked as if she'd pissed herself. She could feel his hand at the back of her head, petting, as if he were trying to get her to relax so he could have his legs back. 
	When Stormy looked up at him, her horror must have showed in her face. Steven swallowed hard and started down the step ladder. When he reached the floor, he moved around the step ladder to touch her shoulders.
	“I'm okay. I was only teetering a little. Even if I fell, I wouldn't have gotten hurt. You don't have to be scared.” His voice was even and calm. “I appreciate you holding onto me, though.”
	It wasn't until then that she realized that she must have looked like hell. “I was just worried. I didn't want you to think I couldn't handle such a simple job.”
	“I would never think that.” Steven touched her cheek, then pulled away. “Crap. I'm bleeding.”
	Stormy reached up and touched her cheek, feeling the blood. She pulled her hand away to look at it. Concern fluttered through her stomach. “Are you alright?”
	“Yeah. I just snagged my knuckle on something while I was climbing down,” Steven assured her, but looked down at the cut with faint surprise registering on his face. An alarming amount of blood flowed from the wound.
	“Alright, come upstairs. I have a first aid kit up there. We'll get you patched up.” Stormy took his uninjured hand in hers and led him along. She was sure he could feel her trembling.
	When they got upstairs, Stormy instructed him to sit on the toilet and hold his hand over the sink. She rummaged around the hall closet and quickly found what she was looking for- the first aid kit. Stormy gave him a reassuring smile before turning the water on, helping him to clean the wound. He winced and grunted, but did his best to act tough. Stormy guessed that he wouldn't appreciate the antibacterial wash.
	She was right. He sucked in a hard gust of air through clenched teeth, and glared at her from under furrowed brows.
	“Sorry, but I don't know what you cut yourself on. I don't want you to get lock jaw or something.” Stormy was relieved to see that the bleeding was already slowing.
	She knelt down in front of him and wrapped two standard blue band-aids around his finger, finishing by seal of waterproof medical tape. “ There you go. Good as new.”
	“Am I going to live, doc?” Steven chuckled.
	“I sure hope so. I don't know what I'd do without you.” Stormy had meant it as a joke, but the look that came to Steven's face told her that he took it another way.
	They stayed there for a long moment, sharing a companionable silence. His charming smile was echoed by a sweet one of her own. Steven lurched forward, pressing his lips to hers.
	Stormy's eyes shot open. There was no way this could be a fantasy. If it was, it felt better than any fantasy she'd ever had. She could see that his eyes were closed, feel that his lips were parting, inviting her to deepen the kiss. Her common sense told her not to, but the throbbing deep inside directed her otherwise. It was hard for her to concentrate. The kiss was making her head spin.
	Her head rolled to the side as if she weren't even controlling it anymore. Her tongue moved along his, caressing it's rough texture. A soft, submissive moan escaped her throat. Steven wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her close. She felt his heartbeat against her breasts.
	Steven pulled away from the kiss and looked into her eyes. He offered no apology, no stammering words. It was all made apparent to Stormy by the glassy look in his eyes. She watched Steven stand up and pull his shirt off, dropping it on the floor beside her.
	Stormy didn't make a move. She just watched, waiting to be sure that it wasn't a fantasy after all. Steven licked his lips, and unbuttoned his jeans. He was visibly trembling, either from anticipation or nerves. It didn't matter to Stormy. Who was she to judge? She was trembling just as hard.
	Stormy reached up, looping her fingers through his belt loops on his hips, and pulled the jeans down around his ankles. Steven hung free from his sheath, half hard from her attentions. Stormy gave him a reassuring smile. He seemed as nervous as she was. The number of men that Stormy had been with in her entire life could be counted on one hand. That wasn't knowledge she liked to share with anyone. She sensed that Steven wasn't used to this kind of attention. He needed comforting, but that's not what Stormy had in mind tonight. She was going to give Steven something just as good- confidence.
	A deep moan escaped his lips as she ran her tongue from his tip, along the top of his long, dark length, all the way to the base. The soft ringlets of black pubic hair tickled her nose. She mouthed tight little circles there before returning to the tip. That had been enough to get him fully erect. His whole body was quaking. More confidence, she thought, letting her tongue travel again, from the head, all the way along the underside of his cock.
	His musky scent intoxicated her, driving her crazy, but her experience held her on the edge. The voice inside her insisted, got to think only about his needs right now. By the time her tongue reached the base again, his sac was tight and full against her cheek. He gripped the back of her head. There it is, the voice said.
	“Careful...I'm gonna...” Was all he managed to get out, before he took a sharp shuttering breath.
	Stormy knew he was close, even before he knew himself. She had him right were she wanted. Not heeding his warning, or just not caring- it was hard to tell what was going on in her mind now- she rose up on her knees and took his tip into her mouth. She took in more of his cock until there was no room left in her mouth. It would have been impossible to take his entire length, but she got enough in there to make him moan.
	First came the suckling, locking him into her mouth, followed by the grinding of her tongue along the thick vein that ran along the underside. A sharp gasp left his lips as he grabbed the hair at the back of her head. There was a conflict in him, she guessed. One side wanted to pull her away before he finished, the other side wanting to buck into her mouth crazily. The final step, she started bobbing. Usually she would slow, but she knew Steven wasn't going to last much longer.
	She was right. The young man cried out, and a rush of thick fluid against the back of her throat was a just reward for her selfish behavior. It had been a long time since she'd tasted cum, and it was just as unpleasant as she remembered. But Steven needed all the confidence she could give him. He had to know that he'd done the right thing. She knew that spitting would diminish his ego.
	She looked up at him, and he looked back, his eyes heavily lidded. His chest rose and fell in a panting rhythm. I have to do this just right, she thought, as she let his softening tip slip from her lips. She swallowed in an exaggerated way, so that he could hear it. A deep sigh left him. The torrent of trembles subsided.
	In some sick way, Stormy knew that she had him now- that he couldn't get away from her. That was when she actually felt the first physical pang of her guilt. What had she done? The look in his eyes, that beautiful baby boy smile, hurt her more than she could have imagined.