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Some Things Can't Wait - Part Two

Jake was in his room when he heard the house phone ring, sipping on a soda while watching a cutscene for the game he was playing. He made no move to run downstairs and answer the phone, knowing his mother was present and that it was likely just going to be another scam or unsolicited sales call anyway. Sure enough the phone fell silent mid-ring as it was obviously picked up, and for a couple of minutes Jake fell back into the rhythm of his game with his only lingering thoughts of the phone being about how if it were up to him, he wouldn't even bother keeping the landline connected any more. The friends of his who needed his number could contact him on his mobile, never mind any number of social media channels, and he sincerely couldn't remember the last time that anyone had called the house phone outside of elderly relatives who to be honest he never really spoke with anyway.

The horse's ears twitched a short while later as he heard hoofsteps ascending the stairs towards him, but before he could call out through the door to his bedroom, standing slightly ajar, and ask his mother who the phone call had been from, a gentle knocking rang out against the door as the older mare addressed him from the hallway beyond.

"Hey, can I come in?"

Jake nodded as even before waiting for a response his mother's head poked through the doorway, and paused his game before setting down the controller on his cross-legged lap.

"Yeah, mum. What's up?"

She didn't look concerned or angry, just a little curious perhaps. Nothing that made Jake worried, at least to begin with. When she stepped inside however, and told her son why she was here, the younger horse's heart leapt into his throat.

"So, I just got a phone call from our neighbour, Mrs Robinson?"

Oh god.

Oh god. Fuck.

She'd told his mother. She'd told his mother what he'd done. What Mrs Robinson had seen him do. He was so fucked. He was so fucking fucked. They were going to ship him off to some sort of hospital or make him see a therapist and talk all about his sexual development. They were going to tie oven mitts to his hands at night so he couldn't jerk off, and...

"O-oh? Yeah? What did she want?"

Jake didn't let any of his utter panic show, of course. It simply boiled below the surface as he wondered why his mother wasn't yelling, why she wasn't screaming and sobbing at the realisation that her son was a complete pervert who didn't just get aroused watching people piss themselves, but because so turned on by it that he'd cum in his shorts. His mind raced with thoughts of how disappointed she would be, how ashamed his whole family would be if they knew just how much he'd been thinking about that since it had happened. How much he had been thinking about Mrs Robinson not apologetically or with any measure of guilt for how he had reacted to what was probably a fairly traumatic event for the wolf, but by getting more and more turned on each time he thought about it, up to and including a rather intense masturbatory bout during that morning's shower, painting the glass of the cubicle walls with a fairly substantial load as he imagined that the warm flow of the shower's water upon his cock was actually Mrs Robinson standing over him, tossing her head back and groaning in relief as she released her bladder over his straining erection.

"She wanted you."

Though his soda was sitting on the bedside cabinet, Jake choked as though he'd just chugged the entire can into his lungs by mistake as his mother's words dragged him from his panicked and guilt-stricken reverie. He fought to catch his breath, beating himself on the chest as though that coughing fit had been brought on by anything other than pure shock, while staring at his mother in absolute confusion. She just shrugged and smiled in what to Jake looked almost apologetic sympathy, before continuing to explain.

"Look, I know this is your summer vacation. I know you worked super hard to get your grades last year, and that you're gonna be working hard again when you go off to college, so you deserve the break. But... I guess Mrs Robinson saw you outside shooting hoops and thought maybe you were at a bit of a loose end for things to do. So, she asked if you'd go over this morning and help her lift some boxes down out of her attic. I think maybe she was a little bit embarrassed to have to be asking for help, especially since we don't really know her all that well beyond the occasional neighbourly chat. You know that her husband isn't around much, maybe she feels bad having to ask for a relative stranger's help when her partner should be there to support her. She sounded quite nervous, but I doubt she would have gone to the effort of calling if it wasn't something that she really needed. I know it's a lot to ask but... would you consider it? She said she'd ensure you were compensated for your time."

Jake's mind reeled. He considered what would happen if he said no. For one, his mother would be disappointed. She probably wouldn't call him out on it since it was a request out of nowhere and with zero time for him to prepare or plan for that constraint on his time, but knowing that he'd just be playing video games and hanging out bored in the neighbourhood otherwise would undeniably make his lack of helpfulness seem rather selfish. Far more nerve wracking thank his parent's disappointment however were the potential consequences of saying no to a woman who knew a very embarrassing secret about him. Was this Mrs Robinson's subtle attempt at the beginnings of blackmail, a suggestion to Jake that she could call up his family at any time, and perhaps that if he didn't do precisely as she suggested she might do so again with some vastly more damning things to say? Or, to be as optimistic as was conceivably possible in that moment, was Mrs Robinson trying to call him up to ensure his own silence about her embarrassing loss of control. Did she feel that he somehow held power over her for knowing what he had seen, and that they needed to talk about it in person in order to ensure that no-one, not his family, not his friends, definitely not her husband would ever find out? To Jake it would have been infinitely preferable to just take their mutual unwillingness to talk about it as proof of their desire to keep it secret, but he supposed that if his life wasn't about to end, if he wasn't about to be shamed publicly or blackmailed privately, that outcome was probably what he had to hope for.

And, with that outcome being the only one which his brain would allow him to cling to without also bringing about yet more blind, terrified panic, there was really no other way for the equine male to respond to his mother's question but to take a deep and steadying breath, and to nod slowly.

"Yeah, sure, mum. I'll just finish up this bit of my game, and... and then I'll walk over and see if I can help."

Jake's mother beamed, and reached out to gently tousle her son's hair, giggling as he scowled playfully and pulled away from her childish coddling.

"You're a good boy, Jake."

She smiled as she spoke with pride to the young stallion, turning away and heading back out of the room to continue the job she'd been in the midst of doing when the phone first rang. Even as she left the room and closed the door gently behind her though, she was surprised to hear his game console shutting off almost immediately, and the sound of hooves upon the floor as Jake immediately slid off his bed and headed for what sounded like his closet. She'd expected him to do as he'd promised of course, but hadn't thought she'd hear him leave for a good twenty or thirty minutes as he put off the end of what otherwise would have been a wholly relaxing and effort free morning. Maybe he was maturing faster than she'd realised with his departure for college growing closer by the day. Maybe he was becoming more responsible and thoughtful towards his fellow anthros.

She chuckled as she descended the stairs, shaking her head as she considered herself when she'd been eighteen. Or perhaps he'd just realised that there had been a suggestion of cash on the line for a job well done, and there was a new game or some other thing he wanted to buy. Whatever the reason though, she trusted her son to do the right thing in the end. She trusted him to make a good impression, and whatever it was that Mrs Robinson was asking of him, she trusted him to give his all towards giving their neighbour whatever it was that she needed.

*********

The doorbell rang, and Rebecca's bladder gave a gentle but insistent reminder that she had drunk rather more than normal that morning, and a trip to the restroom in the near future would be advisable to avoid further discomfort. The wolf whined and blushed as she purposefully ignored that instinct, took a final sip of lemonade from the large bottle in her hand before replacing it within the shelving of the refrigerator door, and hurriedly made her way to answer the door. Her whole body was trembling as she padded down the hallway, and her heart raced as she paused for a moment with one hand already outstretched towards the handle, debating whether she wanted to go through with any of this. It would be so easy just to open the door, tell Jake that actually she'd figured out a way to do her project solo, slip in a little reference to them hopefully being cool with keeping what they'd both seen yesterday quiet, and let him go about his day like nothing else was amiss. Hell, it would have been even easier just to let it go and not think about it, trusting that like herself Jake would have no desire to share what he had seen her do, because he knew what she in turn had seen him do. But, she hadn't called up his house that morning because she wanted this to be easy. She had called up his house that morning because since yesterday she hadn't been able to get him out of her mind. Because she had seen that handsome young man react to her in a way that no man ever had, certainly not the one to whom she was married, and because she wanted to see that reaction again.

She wanted someone who felt so strongly about her, they couldn't hold back no matter how hard they tried.

She wanted someone who could give her everything she not only needed from a physical point of view, but everything that she selfishly, greedily wanted too. And if by using what she had seen yesterday to coax Jake into giving that to her by giving him exactly what it was which apparently he was so eager and desperately delighted by seeing, then she wasn't going to hold anything back in her attempts to do so.

That was why she had called him up, and why she did not chicken out at the last moment, but reached out, grasped the door, and flung it open to reveal herself clad in a tight t-shirt, a loose pair of shorts, and not a stitch more for the young, virile stallion to see.

"Oh, Jake! Good morning. I didn't expect you to be so quick."

Her eyes flashed playfully at that latter comment, and she smiled a reassuring yet at the same time devastatingly knowing smile at the stallion as any composure he had been trying to maintain utterly evaporated, and his expression immediately shifted from one of polite greeting to pure and unabashed anxiety.

"Please, come inside. I think we need to have a little chat, and it would be best to do it behind closed doors. After all... we both know that out on the street, you never know who might be watching."

The stallion, dressed entirely inappropriately for physical labour in a button down shirt and jeans, swallowed thickly as he stepped inside, Rebecca wondering if his mind was as filled in that moment with the memories of her losing control and pissing herself just as hers was filled with thoughts of him standing there and cumming in his shorts. Rebecca was barely able to stifle a giggle as she closed the door and saw him jump at the click of the lock mechanism sealing them away together from the world beyond, and in the wake of that found herself struggling even more to contain a soft moan as that bout of giggling made her bladder twinge and ache once again with the desire to use the bathroom. Again though she entirely ignored that physiological response from within herself, and instead led Jake through her home to the living room, located not at the front but the rear of her home's ground floor, with a large set of glass sliding doors opening out onto a wooden framed deck, then the grass of her high fenced back garden beyond. The only windows opened out onto the small path which ran down the side of her house providing a direct route from front to back, but with a gate at the front of the house which creaked loudly enough to warn anyone inside of its use, there was no fear of anyone seeing inside even with all those windows uncovered and rich morning sunlight streaming in to illuminate its occupants.

Rebecca settled herself immediately upon the couch, leaning back with her legs parted to give Jake an inescapable look at her crotch, albeit clothed, as he glanced around the room in turn. Nervously he headed for a seat on the far side of the coffee table, but froze as the wolf boldly cleared her throat. He turned to look at her, and the older woman trembled with delight as she patted the couch cushion right next to her, and sure enough he swallowed, nodded, and approached. Soon they were sitting side by side, Jake upright and tense, herself at least attempting to appear much more chilled out. They were alone. Together, and alone, and that meant only one thing for the wolf. It was now or never to take this plan from mere fantasy, and make it real for them both in no uncertain terms.

"So..."

Trying her best to sound both tender and domineering all at once, to play the role of counsellor and very much establish herself as the older woman in charge, Rebecca turned upon the couch so that her right leg brushed up against Jake's left, knee to knee. She felt him grow even more tense, but it was clear that he didn't dare pull his leg away for fear of seeming rude or even more anxiety-filled than he was. If Jake truly had been managing to restrain even a little of his nerves up to that point though, Rebecca had no doubt that he lost any capacity to do so as soon as she concluded that first comment.

"...it turns you on when a lady needs to use the bathroom, huh?"

Rebecca watched as Jake went into what was obviously damage control mode. As any attempt at looking casual or calm, however much it might already have failed, was cast aside and the horse simply sat bolt upright and began to shake his head, outright denying what Rebecca had so clearly and obviously seen the day before.

"N-no. I don't know what you mean, I... I mean, I know what you mean, what you did, but... I don't know what you think you saw me do. I was all the way across the street, you couldn't have s-seen... y'know, whatever it was you thought you saw. I don't even know if I saw anything. But if I did I'd never tell anyone, I'd never talk about it. And anyway, it doesn't matter what I saw, b-because... you didn't see anything, because I didn't do anything, so you couldn't have seen."

The wolf made no effort to interrupt or contradict the horse, Jake doing more than enough of that to himself without any assistance whatsoever. She simply let him get it all out of his system, before posing a question of her own to the visibly trembling, wide eyed young horse when finally he fell silent.

"So, I didn't see your big cock all hard inside those basketball shorts of yours?"

She murmured just loudly enough that there was no doubting what she had just said, and just tenderly and softly enough to let the stallion know that this was not an accusation, not a threat, but a curious query. She also added just enough emphasis to the descriptor of his erection, big, to ensure that the eighteen year old knew that one of the takeaway memories she had received about his cock even from that distant glance was its size, and how impressively, notably large she had found it to be.

Jake swallowed, blushed, shook his head and croaked a bashful response.

"No. How could you have? I... I wouldn't ever let myself get hard out in the open like that where anyone could see me. W-who would?"

Rebecca nodded like a mother patiently listening to her child explaining why he hadn't stolen cookies out of the cookie jar, despite the fact that he had chocolate smeared across his face and hands, and was sitting amidst a pile of crumbs.

"I see. So, you weren't turned on by seeing me so desperate to use the bathroom. You didn't get hard and horny seeing me struggling to get into my house, to get to the toilet quickly enough. And, you didn't feel the slightest bit excited watching me lose control, and piss myself right there on my front step, where you and anyone else who might have been around at the time could see me humiliating myself."

She watched the stallion's eyes dilate and his muscles clench as she described her situation yesterday, forcing him to relive it, to remember exactly what she had seen and hopefully how he had felt at the time. Her ears twitched as a ragged gasp escaped his lips just before the horse cleared his throat and nervously, shamefully shook his head. Her own eyes widened a little, and the wolf licked her chops as she saw Jake shift his hands from where they had been very purposefully resting by his sides until now to cover his crotch protectively. She knew that now was the time to strike, and thus she did so, stating outright precisely what she had seen so that there was no denying it, no hiding from the fact that Rebecca was fully and completely aware of precisely how debauched the situation outside had gotten yesterday.

"And I suppose if you didn't do any of that, then you definitely didn't cum hands free at the sight of me wetting myself? You definitely didn't flood your basketball shorts with more cum than I've ever seen any man I've been with produce at once... and all without touching yourself, all because of what you saw me doing, just as out of control as you were."

For a few more seconds, Jake's eyes blazed with pure panic.

"I..."

He stammered, looking around as though hoping for some trap door down which he could leap to endless oblivion.

"I j-just..."

He was so obviously trying to think up any plausible explanation to describe what Rebecca had seen. Any way to explain it which didn't involve the truth, and which he could equally explain to his parents, to the police, and to anyone else who asked if Rebecca tried to tell her side of the story to anyone else. Finally his gaze returned to the wolf's own, and only then did Jake's eyes widen as he noticed something which Rebecca had been very deliberate and careful about trying to show upon her face this whole time.

There was no malice in the wolf's gaze. No accusatory anger, and no threat. He still clearly didn't understand why she wanted him to admit what had happened, but as their eyes met in that moment, he clearly began to realise that it wasn't because of some master plan to blackmail or punish him.

He swallowed thickly, took a deep albeit strained and still ragged breath, and nodded.

"I... I don't know what happened, Mrs Robinson. I don't know why, I don't understand what made me react that way, but... please, you have to know that I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I didn't mean to take advantage when you were so vulnerable, and..."

The stallion fell abruptly silent, his already wide eyes bulging as suddenly one of the wolf's hands rose up and pressed three of her fingertips to his lips, three fingertips which though the stallion had no way of knowing it had been buried in Rebecca's pussy earlier that morning as she woke up thinking about him to the point that she had already been dripping wet.

"There's no need to apologise, Jake. No need to be apologetic or nervous at all, in fact. Not if you'll do two things for me."

She paused, and gently removed her fingers from the horse's lips a few seconds later when it became clear that he wasn't going to say anything in return, just to listen. Smiling, her face burning red beneath her grey fur and her own heart beginning to race at a level which probably equalled the stallion's own, Rebecca posed her requests to Jake before she could lose her nerve.

"First... tell me the truth, let me hear in your own words what happened to you yesterday while you were watching me."

Jake balked at the very idea, but his body tensed up, only to relax for the first time since setting foot in this house as he felt something close to his lap, and looked down to see one of Rebecca's hands resting against his own, not taking it actively into her grasp, but running her fingers along the back of his own hand. He groaned softly in embarrassment but also in relief, unable to believe he was actually going to be able to talk to someone about this whole confusing situation, someone who for some bizarre reason might not hate him, or even judge him at all for it. And then, after taking one final attempt at a cleansing breath, he did precisely as Mrs Robinson had asked of him.

"I... I saw you get out of your car, you looked so desperate. So out of control. Like you could barely think, like... I've never seen anything like it before, and... I barely even noticed that I was getting turned on, until I couldn't ignore it any more. I couldn't look away. Couldn't stop myself. It was like I was just as out of control as you were just by seeing it happening to you. Then you let go. You actually started to, a-and... and when I saw that, when I saw you doing it right in front of me, even after you saw I was there... I... o-oh god, Mrs Robinson, I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stop it, not for anything."

By the time Jake fell silent, both he and the wolf were breathing heavily enough to see one another's chests rising and falling with each gasp, mutual excitement clear to see no matter how much they tried to conceal the effect that confession had inflicted upon them. Still though, Rebecca pressed for more as she made her second request of the young stallion.

"And second, Jake... please, tell me honestly, has anything, or anyone ever made you do that before?"

The horse whinnied audibly in nervous embarrassment, and for a moment Rebecca thought she had pushed one step too far, that he was going to stand up, walk out and leave right there and then before she could even reveal the true extent of her plan to him. Instead though he seemed to bolster himself, to find some deep reserve of confidence or at least some ability to persevere even through his unrestrained nerves, and delivered not only what sounded to Rebecca like an honest answer... but the very answer she had been silently begging him to give from the moment she conjured forth this plan in the midst of one of the prior night's masturbatory reveries.

"Never, Mrs Robinson. Never, I swear. Only that, and... only you."

Rebecca shuddered in pure elation, and though Jake was the one with the history of doing that, the wolf felt for a few moments as though she could have cum just from hearing Jake admit that right there in front of her had she just squeezed her thighs together for a few moments. Somehow though, she resisted. Somehow she kept control of herself enough to realise that this wasn't the end of the plan she had made, in fact really it was only the very beginning. She had ascertained that what she had suspected was responsible for Jake's release was in fact responsible, and more importantly she had learned that it was as much a shock to him as it had been to her, meaning he was neither prepared emotionally or physically to deal with those feelings. He was a grown man, but still naïve and inexperienced. Hell, for all she knew he was a virgin completely, though she dared not risk asking him that outright for fear of him taking the question as an insult and setting back what she was hoping to develop between them.

"I'm glad to hear that, Jake. Very glad."

She murmured tenderly to him, smiling and continuing to stroke his hand, letting her gaze linger upon his face for the most part, but occasionally glancing down to his lap where his hands were undeniably being used to try and shield the fact that his jeans were starting to look a little tighter upon his person than they had been when he first arrived.

"You are, Mrs Robinson?"

Jake gasped back, wide eyed, confused, more than a little overwhelmed. The wolf giggled and nodded, and finally she slid her hand around and beneath his own, both to grasp it properly at last, but also to allow herself to press her fingers against the fabric of his jeans themselves, and sure enough to feel the distinctive throbbing of building arousal through the material. He snorted softly in embarrassment as she took his hand, but made no effort to pull it away from his own hand, nor to drag her paw away from his crotch. He looked nervously at her as his building arousal strained against the mere presence of her touch, further adding to Rebecca's belief that he had never been touched so intimately by any woman, by any person regardless of gender before now. When she smiled tenderly back at him though, he gave a weak, nervous smile back in return, and squirmed as she squeezed his hand tighter in her grasp as she addressed him once again.

"Yes, Jake. Very glad. Now... I wonder, could you do something else for me, Jake? An even smaller favour, but one that would make me so happy."

She licked her lips. She felt his cock strain against the undersides of her fingers as she rested her hand in his against his lap. She trembled in excitement, giggling as she felt Jake do the same in perfect unison, and when he nodded both nervously and eagerly in equal measure, she wasted no time in telling the stallion precisely what she desired of him.

"There's a bottle of lemonade in the fridge, and glasses in the cupboards. Could you be a dear, and fetch them for us?"

Jake immediately glanced down to his crotch, and Rebecca giggled as she let go of his hand, onto to much more purposefully run her fingers along what was becoming a more defined and obvious outline of the stallion's substantial manhood.

"Oh, don't worry about that, sweet boy. Nothing I haven't already seen, after all. And... besides, if it makes you feel any better, I'll tell you an embarrassing secret, so we're even again. I haven't had a chance to use the bathroom all morning, and I already kinda need to go."

Jake's cock lurched beneath her fingertips, and Rebecca groaned happily at the response, not to mention the look of awe and lustful disbelief that was beginning to replace the simple fear and embarrassment upon the horse's features.

"So..."

Rebecca prompted the stallion tenderly, going slow so as to let his obviously whirling mind connect the dots.

"...now that you know that, why don't you stand up, and go get me that bottle of lemonade, so I've got something more to drink while we talk to one another. Hmm?"

She saw the young stallion doing the mental arithmetic. She saw his eyes dart towards the kitchen, then back to her, then down briefly towards her crotch, then back to the kitchen and that supposed bottle of lemonade, and then...

His eyes bulged, and his cock strained urgently within his jeans once more as Jake stood bolt upright so suddenly that for a second Rebecca thought he was going to lose his nerve and flee from her home right there and then. Instead though, with his jeans tented rather obscenely already and what might have been a slightest darker spot right at the apex of the bulge snaking its way down the left leg of his trousers, Jake stood there for a few seconds as he drank in the sight of Mrs Robinson shamelessly staring at his tented crotch with obvious excitement. It seemed to have finally and completely dawned on him what she was suggesting, what she might well have been offering to him. Thus, he rather hurriedly darted out of the living room in search of the kitchen without waiting for any further prompting, and left Rebecca sitting upon the couch with a giddy grin spreading wider and wider across her face... even as she squirmed on the spot, thinking of the impending glasses of lemonade which lay in her future, and how she was already finding herself more and more definitively wishing to go and pay a visit to the bathroom with each passing minute.

If Jake stuck around long enough, and she fully intended on making the next little while more than enjoyable enough to coax him into doing so, Rebecca felt as though she genuinely wouldn't be able to keep herself from giving the stallion a repeat performance of what he had seen yesterday. And in return, the very thought of it already making the wolf's pussy ache every bit as potently and irresistibly as her bladder, all she wanted was for him to unabashedly make use of his obvious and intense arousal... and put it to work not within the confines of his own clothing, but deep, deep inside of her, again, and again, and again.

"Oh, and Jake?"

She called out after the horse, playfully reaching down between her legs and rubbing at the front of her loose shorts as she heard the rattling of a cupboard door within the kitchen. He didn't answer, but she knew that he'd be able to hear her for sure as she sat there, teasingly touching herself as her bladder and clit throbbed in lustful tandem.

"When you get back, feel free to take off those jeans if they're getting in your way."

There came another loud clatter, the sound of something almost being dropped, then a distant but unmistakable whinny of desire and delight. Rebecca giggled, rubbed herself one more time before withdrawing her hand as she heard the stallion's hoofbeats beginning to grow louder, and spoke up again with the same light-hearted, playfully encouraging tone.

"I want you to be nice and relaxed while we enjoy our lemonade, and maybe then I'll tell you every little detail of how I got myself into such a state yesterday. Of how I ended up so desperate that I lost control... and how I'm starting to feel that way all over again, right here and now, with you."

By Jeeves

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