When I turned the corner and my place came into view, I saw a woman in white peering through the windows into the garage bay. She rang the bell, then peered again.

No, not a woman. A tall girl, with honey-blonde short hair, in a white tee and shorts. Nice figure, too, it seemed from this distance, but what would she want with me? I started jogging.

The girl turned to leave, opening the door of a dark blue Accord. With a body like that, she could be selling encyclopedias, and I'd still want to say hi.

"Hey, 'scuse me, miss," I called. "You're looking for me?"

The girl looked up. As I drew close, I could see that her look was intelligent behind thin, steel-framed glasses. And she was smiling at me. Why did she look familiar?

"Hey, Doug!" she said, then closed the car back up. "Nice to see you."

"Same to you," I said, "but... oh, wait... Jess? You look different."

"That's me," she said, with a grin, "though I'm trying to go by Jessica now. Sounds a little less, umm, kid-sister-y."

"Sure, Jessica. It's good to see you."

Jess - Jessica - was the younger sister of my friend Gary, together with whom I rebuilt a couple of vintage cars while I was in high school. Jessica often came over to the garage with him, though she usually sat with her nose in a book. Back then her hair was longer, and straight, and she wore thick-framed glasses and heavy sweaters. I wouldn't have imagined she'd turn out like this.

"I saw your car in the garage," she said, "so I figured you were in. I've been knocking on your door for a while. Even tried your parents, but they're out, too. So I thought maybe you were out with them."

"Nope," I replied, unlocking the door. "They're away for a couple of weeks. I just walked to the hardware store. Do you want to come in?"

"Sure. But I'm here to ask a favor."

"You're selling girl scout cookies?" I grinned.

"Nuh-uh. Dad gave me this clunker." She waved her hand at the Honda. "I want you to look it over, and then show me how to change the oil. I'd like to learn to maintain it as much as I can, for when I go away next year."

That was typically Jessica, even back when she visited with Gary. Very self-reliant. Somewhat aloof, and highly intelligent, she tackled problems with great determination and initiative. Gary was always proud of her accomplishments.

"Okay, then," I said. "Let me get the beetle moved, we'll get your car on ramps and get a drink while it cools down."

So I parked the Volkswagen outside my parents' place, and guided her as she drove inside and onto the ramps I set up. She did a surprisingly good job of following my instructions in an unfamiliar procedure. Though, it was Jessica, I shouldn't have been too surprised.

"Wouldn't Gary have helped you?" I asked her, as we climbed the stairs to my room.

"Oh, yeah," she said, "I'm sure he would, but he hasn't been home much this summer. And he doesn't own his own work area."

The building belongs to my parents, and it's on their property, but I live there, in a studio apartment they remodelled over the garage. It worked out well during high school. It gave me a reasonable amount of independence, and allowed me to pursue my hobby without disturbing them.

"Well, that's fine," I said, "I'm happy to do it. I haven't seen you in over a year. I'm glad you thought of me. Coke?" I opened the fridge.


"Diet... Dr. Pepper?"

"Sure, great."

I don't have a lot of furniture. One chair that Jessica could sit on, an office chair under the desk, and the bed. I took the bed.

"Ya know," I said, "if you want to learn how to change the oil, you're gonna have to get under the car."

"Well, yeah," she said. "I know that."

"You're not exactly dressed for it."

"Shit," she said. "I googled what I need for this. I've got oil and a filter in the trunk. I've got a filter wrench. I don't have wrenches, because I know you do. I picked up a couple of free paper filters from the gas station. I thought that I'd thought of everything."

I grinned. "Sounds like you almost did. Tell you what, you can have my coveralls, and I'll give you a tee shirt."

"What will you do?"

"One: these clothes have seen their fair share of auto maintenance. Two: you get to pull the oil pan."

"Okay, thanks, I think," she said. "I guess I need to change."


Jessica looked good even in the coveralls. It was hard to believe this was the studious, somewhat nondescript girl that I'd known for years.

"Okay, let's get started," I said, and led her downstairs. She got the gear she'd brought out of the trunk, and I popped the hood.

"You like driving a stick?" I asked. Manual transmission made her ease of parking on the ramps more impressive.

"Yeah," she answered. "I feel like I have more control. And there's always a little extra power for getting onto the freeway."

I nodded as I checked visible belts and hoses. "The motor seems to be in nice shape," I said. "How does it handle?"

"It goes where I want it to go," she replied. "It doesn't shake. It stops. What else is there to a car?"

"Sacrilige girl," I called, slipping backwards under the front axle. "Here, come join me. Bring that metal contained and those wrenches. How do you expect to maintain a vehicle when all you care about is its body, and not its soul?"

"Oh, I think I'll be fine," she said, "since it doesn't have one. It's all engineering."

"Ewww," I said, and gave a mock shudder. I patted the Honda. "Don't listen to her, she doesn't mean it."

I checked cabling and hoses from below. The engine was clean, and well=maintained. Then I showed her how to release the oil pan and catch the draining oil.

"So, what have you been doing while Gary's been at college?" I asked. "String of boyfriends?"

"There is a guy," she said.

"Anyone I know?"

"No comment," she replied. "I'm not jinxing my chances."

"Wait... you think a car's a mere machine, but you believe in personal bad luck?"

"Hey, I'm a complicated girl," she said. "You know that. But I guess... that's the other favor I want to ask you."

"Two favors? Sure, what is it."

"I want you to kiss me."

I cracked my head on a sharp bracket. "Shit," I yelped, in pain. "Can you pass me those paper towels?"

When I wiped my forehead, the towel was stained with oil and blood. Not a lot of blood, but enough to account for the stinging. I held a clean paper towel to the wound.

"Kiss you?" I managed to say. "What's that about?"

"I've never kissed a boy," she said, simply. "If I get with this guy, and I don't know how to kiss him, it will be embarrassing, and he probably won't want me to stick around."

One-handed, since I was holding the paper to my head, I showed her how to replace the filter and close everything up. Fortunately, she had no need of help.

"So you want to learn how... by practicing with me?" I said.

"I trust you," she responded. "And, for damn sure I'm not asking Gary for help."

"Jess... Jessica... kissing doesn't work that way," I said. I eased my way out from under the car and stood. When Jessica was clear I offered her my hand and helped her up. "You just do what feels right. There. Take the dipstick out and clean it, then start pouring. It's not a problem you can study."

"Everything's open to study," she said. "Will you do it, or not?"

"I'll kiss you, if you want," I answered. "It isn't going to help."

"We'll see," she said.


"I need to get a shower," I said. "You can get one, too, so you don't gunk up your clothes, but let me go first. I need to clean this cut."

So I showered, rubbed some anti-bacterial cream on my scalp and dressed in a clean tee shirt and jeans. Then I brewed coffee while Jessica showered. She emerged from the bathroom in her tee and shorts, and I gave her a coffee while she used my hair dryer to finish up.

Setting the dryer and coffee aside, she moved over to sit on the bed. "It's time," she said. "C'mon. You can't kiss me from over there."

Feeling very uncomfortable, I moved from the office chair to sit beside her. "Okay," I said.

Jessica was determined, and I guess I respected that. It was a bad idea, and it wouldn't give her the results she wanted, but then she'd know that for herself. But then, I didn't want her to be too disappointed. I liked her. I liked her back in the days of bulky sweaters and heavy glasses. I could feel jealous of this boyfriend, who would be getting the alluring body in addition to the sharp mind.

"So... umm..." I mumbled.

"I'm waiting," she said, maybe a little coyly.

"Oh, alright," I sighed.

Jessica's eyes closed as I moved my face close. I touched my lips to hers, finding them slightly parted, opened my own mouth slightly as I pressed my face to hers, then drew back.

"Wait, what?" she said.

"I kissed you. That was the deal, right?"

"What am I supposed to learn from a 'goodnight mommy' kiss?" She frowned at me.

I shrugged. "I told you it wasn't going to help."

"Well, of course it isn't," she griped, "if you're not going to put some effort into it. Look, I've googled french kissing, and..."

"Whoa, wait," I said. "Who said anything about french kissing?"

"I want to learn how to kiss," she said. "I thought you were going to teach me."

"I didn't sign up for that," I objected. "French kissing is just not something you do casually."

"People do it casually all the time," she countered.

"Well, yeah, but as part of a relationship..."

"Not true," she said. "It can be part of establishing a relationship. So there doesn't have to be one there to start with. Besides, we have a relationship. You've been a friend for years."

"Friend, yeah. Kissing like that is for two people who are attracted to each other."

Her mouth tightened. "You're not attracted to me?"

"Aww, hell. Yeah, you know I like you, but that's beside the point. It's the attraction between you and this guy you're wanting to develop, right?"

"How am I going to build anything with a kiss if I don't know how to kiss? You're not making sense."

I frowned. This was a bizarre conversation, but I was starting to feel a nervous excitement. "You do know how," I said. "You just do what comes naturally."

"And if you'll help me out," she said, "then I'll know what that is when I need to, won't I?"

"I don't think you understand what you're asking."

"No," she objected, "I understand perfectly. I don't think I understand what you're saying. So, show me."

"God," I said. My chest felt a little tight. "I'm telling you, this is a mistake."

She raised her eyebrows. "But you'll do it."

"It's the only way, isn't it?"

She nodded.

"Alright, then." My nervousness increased tenfold, but I moved my lips to hers. Her eyes closed again, and I closed mine as I parted my lips, her mouth softly mirroring my movements.

Moving my lips slowly against hers generated an agreeable warmth in me. I extended my tongue to brush her lips and felt her breath tickle my cheek. Her mouth moved against mine, and I extended my tongue slightly further, brushing hers.

After a moment, Jessica's tongue pressed hard against mine, pushing it back into my mouth. I pulled away from her.

"Hey," I said, quietly, "no need to get aggressive."

"Sorry," she said.

"That can come," I said. "Best to let it build. Let feelings grow, then it's more exciting than intrusive."

"Okay," she said. "See, you're teaching me."

"You'll figure things like that out quickly enough," I said. "So, again?"

She nodded, and I moved my face back to hers.

This time I explored her lips and tongue lightly, then drew my tongue back to let her do the same. When her tongue was extended slightly into my mouth, I brushed mine against it, toying and circling. She responded, gently playing with my tongue, and I rocked my head slowly, then slid my mouth back from hers, my lips catching her tongue as I moved away.

Her eyes shone. "How was that?" she asked.

"How did it feel to you?" I replied.

"Nice... I think," she said. "But I need to know if I was doing okay."

"There's no right or wrong way," I said.

"I think you're avoiding answering," she said. "What was I doing right? How did it compare to kissing other girls?"

"Jeez, Jessica," I said. "It isn't a contest. I liked it. Isn't that what you wanted to learn?"

"No," she said, then, "well, yes, but... is it enough? It feels like we were barely getting started."

"Well, that's true," I said.

"So I don't want to feel like a beginner," she said. "And I feel... I feel that you're still on the other side of the room. Wouldn't it be better if we, like, touched each other? Put our arms around each other, or something?"

"You will, when you kiss this guy for real," I said.

"That doesn't help now, though, does it? I really want to know how to kiss someone who likes me."

"You keep twisting what I say. I like you."

"Then you'd be perfect for the task, if you meant it," she retorted. "How would you kiss your girlfriend?"

"I don't have one," I said.

She rolled her eyes. "Then how would you kiss your girlfriend if you did have one?"

"Maybe a little differently," I admitted. "I'd probably put my arms around her, or hands on her waist, or something."

"Then show me?" she insisted.

"But it's difficult..."

"Why? Because we're sitting here like a couple of people watching a football game? This matress is too high to get comfortable, should we move?"


She pushed herself backwards to sit in the middle of the bed. "This would work better. We could sit here without feeling we're going to slide off. Then maybe you can show me how you'd hold me."

I moved up beside her. As I turned to face her, her hand snaked around my neck and drew me to her parted lips. "Mmph," I objected as our mouths touched.

Jessica's jaw moved with more confidence, though her tongue explored delicately. She drew me closer, and I set my hand on her waist. Her touch and her kiss were turning me on, and I felt myself beginning to respond.

She released my lips without moving her hand from my neck. "How's that?" she asked.

"It's fine, but..."

"But? Doesn't this feel pretty good to you? It did to me, this time."

"Well, yeah. But the idea isn't to make me feel good."

"Why not?" she frowned at me.

"Because it's about this... guy, right?"

"I don't see why you should be so squeamish about it," she insisted. "Here and now, you're being very considerate of my need to learn. It would mean a lot to me if you'd let yourself relax and feel good about what you're doing."

"Jessica, wait," I said, as she tried to draw my mouth to hers again. "I like kissing you. I really do. But the feelings we get when we're doing this..." I realized I couldn't communicate what I was trying to say any better than earlier. I shook my head. "Alright," I said. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

"Okay," she said, simply, then drew me close.

There wasn't any point in fighting to hold back. I let myself enjoy the stimulation as our tongues met, stroking her waist. Her hands moved around my back, holding me close.

I drew my tongue back, making her chase it, then sucked hers as it penetrated my mouth, sliding my lips back along it, then extending my tongue and playing with hers in the open.

Jessica caught my mouth with hers, then forced my lips apart, parting hers wide. I ran my tongue around her teeth. She sighed as I found her tongue and stroked it with mine.

I felt her upper body pressing against mine, pushing me down onto the bed, and put my right arm around her back as I settled on my left side, and she snuggled closer to me. Then she ran her hand over my shoulder and back.

Moving my hand lower, I squeezed her butt, then slipped it under her tee shirt to caress her back.

Our mouths moved firmly against each other, tongues constantly darting, seeking, stroking.

She drew back. "So," she whispered, "should I get aggressive now?"

I grinned at her. "What comes naturally, remember?"

She nodded, fixed her lips to mine, then pushed her tongue hard against mine, rubbing and stroking at it. I closed my teeth around it and sucked, and she groaned. Then I pushed back, rocking my face against hers, holding her body tightly to mine.

After a couple of minutes I released her. "It seems to me," I said, quietly, "that you've figured out everything you need to know."

She nodded. "Yeah," she replied, a little breathlessly. "Are you... is this still feeling okay to you?"

"Very," I answered. "Which means it's probably time to stop."

"Yeah," she responded. "I think I understand that now. But... not yet."

"Should I insist?" I asked.

"No, don't," she said. "Please."

"You keep asking me how I feel," I said, stroking her waist. "How do you feel?"

"Warm," she said. "When we kiss, it makes me glow inside. And that makes me want you to touch me. It's a very... interesting sensation. I'm liking feeling it." Then she wriggled closer and kissed my cheek.

After I'd joined my lips back to hers, I eased my left hand under her belly and rolled onto my back, using both hands to bring her with me and rest her on top of me. She continued to return my kiss hungrily.

My arousal had developed into an erection, fortunately held in check by my tight jeans. Jessica seemed to have no clue how much being turned on would affect either one of us. It was certainly affecting me, and it was only fair that she get a taste of what she was putting me through. So with my hands on her hips, I used the small movements of her body against mine as we kissed to slide her groin against my leg, which I lifted slightly to press against her.

Her kisses were becoming ever more eager, our lips separating and meeting again, tongues tangling whether or not our mouths were touching.

Running my hands up and down her waist, I moved her body against my leg. After a few minutes I could feel that she was pressing herself against me in the same rhythm. I pulled my lips from hers, and moved my head to the side, so that her chin rested on my shoulder. We continued to move against each other, and her breathing was quite pronounced. I took her earlobe between my teeth, sucked it, and nuzzled and blew in her ear. She sighed happily.

Using my fingers and palms I caressed her back and waist. Her tee bunched up under her bra strap, giving me plenty of silky skin to play with. With our tongues again stroking each other, I slid my hands down over her ass, kneading firmly, squeezing her tightly to me, while increasing the motion of her body against mine. She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck, hugging me to her, and continuing reinforce her body's motion.

She moaned as we kissed, and breathed heavily through her mouth, so I felt it within our kiss rather than against my cheek. I released her ass and ran my hands up and down her side.

I broke our kiss to watch her face. She was flushed, her eyes open and soft, her lips parted. She extended her tongue, and I raised my face to lick it, then closed my mouth around it, and she groaned.

Sliding my palms higher, I ran them over her wide bra strap, then moved the fingers of my right hand downwards to toy with the cup of her bra, gently pressing and squeezing.

Jessica broke her lips from mine immediately, and turned her face from me. I knew I'd gone too far. She didn't say anything, but it was clear that she'd been shocked by my touch. I thought she would immediately end our play.

And yet...

She didn't stop moving. Her body continued to slide against my thigh, and her breathing was still audible. I lowered my hands back to her waist, feeling her muscles bunch rhythmically, and when I caressed her in time to her motion, she squeezed her thighs against me.

I heard her breath catch occasionally as she moved. Occasionally she sighed softly. The sounds she made seemed to be becoming more excited.

Then her head turned back partway, and she caught my ear between her teeth and tugged, painfully. Then she kissed it, breathing hard against me, which made me shiver. I turned my face back to hers and she dove for it with her mouth, kissing me savagely and breathlessly, mercilessly hunting down my tongue.

Her hands started roving in a way they hadn't. She got them under my tee shirt, gripped my ribs, then lifted slightly to move her fingers over my chest, tweaking my nipples with her fingernails.

She squeezed her legs to me, groaned loudly into my mouth, then lifted herself off me. My fear that she'd sought one final burst of feeling was quelled when she tugged my tee shirt up, forcing me to stretch my arms to let her take it off. Then she shucked off her own tee, and lay back down against my side.

I explored her waist and stomach with my fingers as we kissed. She drew back, licking my lips slowly, then barely touching my lips with hers, but her breathing was ragged, and when I parted her lips with mine, she breathed deeply through our kiss, then moaned in excitement.

Not absolutely sure I was doing the right thing, I stroked her bra strap again, slowly circling my fingers forwards, over her breast. She didn't pull back, and I stretched out my thumb and squeezed.

I saw Jessica's hand drop to the front of her shorts and snap them open. I didn't need any clearer an invitation; I caressed her ass, then eased her shorts over her hips, sitting up for a moment to slide them off her unresisting legs.

Lying back down, I hugged her close, then rolled back, getting her on top of me again, squeezing her ass through her panties as I wedged my thigh against her sex. She breathed heavily as we moved together, and I stroked and squeezed both breasts through her bra.

I parted her lips wide with my own, then wrapped my arms around her back to hug her tightly. She shuddered as our tongues met, and as she groaned I unsnapped her bra, then slid both hands down to cup and fondle her bare breasts.

Jessica twisted out of her bra as we kissed, and I squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples as we moved. Then I rolled her slightly to my left, and lowered my face to her left breast, while caressing her ass through her panties.

Her breasts were firm, with pale nipples, which had hardened with my pinching. I licked and kissed her left nipple, while sliding my right hand between her legs to stroke her pussy. She licked and bit my neck as I suckled, her breath rasping in my ear, and I slipped my hand inside her panties.

I rubbed her sex, and she gasped. Her face contorted in apparent pain, but when I eased off, thinking I was hurting her, she groaned, "Don't stop!"

She dragged my face back to hers, and moaned into my mouth as I quickly rubbed my fingers against her sex. I squeezed and rubbed harder, and she started panting, then bit my tongue painfully. Her body twisted, and she released her lips from mine, panting roughly, the strangled sounds and expression on her face both seeming agonized, but she pleaded, "Oh, God, just a little more!"

As I kept running, her body stiffened and shook against me, and she sobbed. Then her cheeks relaxed, and her mouth widened in a smile of pure ecstasy.

"Ohhh, wow," she breathed. "Wow."

Still rubbing her pussy gently as she kissed me, I felt her unfasten my jeans. She released my mouth and tugged off my pants and underwear. Then she stripped off her panties, and would have straddled me without a moment's pause if I hadn't stopped her while I found a condom in my nightstand.

I unrolled the condom onto my shaft, and Jessica smoothed it down and ran her fingers over it before starting to work it inside her, which took quite a while. She was well-lubricated, but the process was unfamiliar to her, and obviously a little painful. She winced several times, and I tried not to give in to my desire to push.

Eventually, though, I was inside her, and she smiled as she lowered herself down onto me.

We rocked slowly until Jessica began to moan softly. After that, her progress was quick - but not quick enough. The afternoon's sexual tension overflowed in me, and I found myself unable to hold back. I lifted her and twisted my shoulders to get my mouth to her left breast, and slid the fingers of my right hand between her legs to stroke her pussy as we moved.

She moaned with passion as I felt myself start to come, then as I rubbed her sex rapidly and sucked hard on her nipple she cried out and her body tensed, and I knew that I had succeeded.


After I had disposed of the condom, and returned to the bed, I found her lying on her side, smiling at me. Her body seemed to glow; her eyes shone, her pink nipples still erect on perfect breasts.

"So, how did your student perform?" she asked, as I lay down beside her.

I kissed her firmly on the lips, then thought for a moment. "For, umm, technique and passion, brilliantly, O my student. For resolve, eh, maybe not so great."


"As amazing as that was, I guess your experiment failed," I said.

"What experiment was that?"

"This guy you've got your sights set on. You wanted to hone your skills for him, not have wild sex with me." I kissed her again. "So although I'm more than happy with the outcome, I guess I hope he never finds out just how you put your abilities to the test."

"Oh, I'm sure he'll figure it out," Jessica said.

I frowned. What could she mean, and why didn't she look in the least bit contrite?

"In fact, I'm sure he'll figure it out any moment now," she added. "From my perspective, the 'experiment' was a complete success."