As Daisy and I sat on her couch, I struggled not to sneak glances at her cleavage, though it was plenty visible in the tight, low-cut top she wore. The temptation was hard to resist, as she was right next to me, staring down at her notebook. 

"So, I should conjugate the verb this way, Lee?" she asked. Before I could answer, she swiftly looked up. Feeling caught, I stammered and flushed bright red. The smile on her face made me suspect she knew exactly what I'd been doing.

"That's right," I finally managed to say. 

For the past month, I'd been helping Daisy with French. Recently divorced, she'd gone back to school at the local community college, and a foreign language was one of her required courses. I'd taken a few years of French in high school and remembered enough to be a decent tutor for my older neighbor. 

Daisy was thirty-five, and the only person in our apartment building who had welcomed me when I first moved in. Though she was sweet and unfailingly friendly, I couldn't help but feel like the awkward twenty-four-year-old that I was while in her presence. That was probably due to the fact that Daisy was gorgeous. With ash blonde hair she normally pulled back in a convenient ponytail, and hazel eyes, she had the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen. 

And also, the most beautiful breasts. And legs. And ass. All of which I desperately tried not to stare at.

I had no idea why she and her husband had divorced. I could only assume the guy was a complete idiot. With my limited relationship experience, I also related to the loneliness Daisy sometimes confessed to feeling. Yet I had good reason to be lonely, whereas she must have been approached constantly. 

The last thing I wanted was to let her know how attractive I thought she was. Instead, I focused on being friendly but not overly so. This evening, however, she kept placing a hand on my arm when she asked a question. It was easier for me to maintain a proper distance as long as I was in teacher mode, but every time she touched me, that formal façade slipped a little more.

Suddenly, Daisy closed her notebook and set it aside. "Let's take a break, okay?"

"Uh, sure." 

Turning toward me on the couch, she folded her legs beneath her. Though the start of spring was still a few days away, that Friday had felt more like summer, and Daisy had on shorts. She'd opened a window to let in some fresh air, and as the shadows deepened outside, her smile seemed to grow even brighter. 

"What's a good-looking guy like you doing home on a Friday night, anyway?" she asked. "When I was your age, I was out most weekends. It was only after I got married that I settled down."

I didn't want to talk about my lack of a social life, so I steered the conversation back to her. "But you're single now," I pointed out. "What's stopping you from going out with friends?"

Daisy rolled her eyes in mild exasperation. "Most of my friends are married or in long-term relationships," she said. "They have families to keep them busy." Her smile dimmed a little. "It's weird, being in my mid-thirties and finding myself all alone."

At that moment, I wished, more than anything, that I could ask Daisy out. Though my ego was temporarily soothed by her compliment about my looks, I feared she was just being kind. I'd once seen her ex-husband, a beefy guy with a beard and steely dark eyes. He'd stopped by for some reason, but Daisy hadn't let him in, and their argument at her front door was loud enough for me to overhear.

If that was the kind of guy she was attracted to, or at least had been at one time, then I knew I had little to offer her. I was of average height and on the thinner side. If I tried to grow any kind of facial hair, it looked ridiculously patchy. My ex-girlfriend had told me that my wavy brown hair and large blue eyes were "pretty." 

And even if I could get past all that and convince myself Daisy really thought I was good-looking, there was another, far more shameful reason I'd never be able to date her.

It was as if she now intuited my despondency, for she placed a hand on my leg. I was still dressed in business casual from a day at the office, and I could feel the heat of her palm seeping through my pants.

"You and I could go out," she suggested, appearing almost shy. "My treat. It's the least I can do after you've helped me so much with my French." Her hand moved higher, inching along my thigh.

As affection-starved and sex-deprived as I was, my dick immediately twitched in response. I had to avert my eyes before she discerned my humiliation. "I can't," I muttered. "I'm sorry, but I can't."

Slowly, Daisy withdrew her hand. Whatever she saw in my face made her hurry to apologize. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, Lee. I just thought we could—"

"You don't want me." To my horror, my voice came out as a pathetic croak. I cleared my throat and swallowed hard before daring to continue. "I wouldn't be any good for you, Daisy."

She placed a hand against my face, waiting until I was willing to meet her gaze. "I don't know why you're talking about yourself that way, sweetheart. I think you're a wonderful young man." Her expression was so tender that it made me ache inside. "And I love how quiet you are; you're mysterious that way, making me wonder about you. Most guys never shut up about themselves!"

I forced a smile while still feeling absolutely miserable.

"I'm sure we could have a lot of fun," Daisy went on. Again, her hand returned to my thigh. "I realize I'm older. Maybe you think I'm too old for you."

"That's not it at all," I insisted.

"Then what is it?" she pressed. "Have you started seeing someone? Because I thought you were single."

Flushed and sweating, I felt like a cornered animal. I'd never dreamed Daisy would show any kind of interest in me, so I certainly didn't have an excuse at the ready. There must have been a part of my brain hellbent on self-sabotage, for I heard a voice in my head, saying over and over, Tell her the truth! Tell her how pathetic you are.

"Lee, calm down," Daisy urged. "You're breathing too fast. Just take a deep breath and tell me what's wrong—"

"My dick is too small, okay?" I blurted out. "There's no way I can satisfy you."  

Every second of the silence that fell between us intensified my agony. I expected her to politely tell me that it was late, after all, and then walk me to the door. 

Instead, Daisy moved even closer until our thighs were touching. I couldn't bring myself to look at her, for I feared the judgment I'd see in her eyes.

"That's really all you're worried about?" she said quietly. 

My face had grown so hot that I felt lightheaded and sick. Still, I managed to let out a snort. "Trust me, it's plenty cause for worry."

"Can I at least touch you? Is that okay?" Daisy whispered.

I could feel my heartbeat tapping in my throat. Why hadn't she already suggested that I leave? What on earth could this sexy, incredible woman want with me?

Finally, I nodded. Daisy wove her fingers through my hair, her touch soothing. Neither of us spoke for several moments, and I found myself relaxing against the couch. My eyes closed as I let out the breath previously caught in my lungs.

"Look at me, Lee," she coaxed.

When I did, Daisy guided my mouth to hers. Her kiss started out tentative, as if she feared my reaction, but I quickly returned it, my arousal getting the better of me. She moaned and parted her lips, welcoming my tongue between them. 

As the kiss deepened even more, she placed her hand between my thighs. Though my shame might have lingered, a more primitive part of my brain dictated my level of horniness, and I was soon rock-hard. Daisy moaned again while stroking me through my pants. She must have felt how insubstantial I was. Still, she didn't stop until I had to pull back to take a breath.

Daisy rewarded me with another smile. "That was nice, wasn't it?" she asked, her tone hopeful.

"So nice," I answered. Looking down, I saw that my erection was barely visible beneath my pants and underwear. 

"It would feel even nicer if we didn't have layers of clothes between your cock and my hand. Why don't you take it out for me while I close the window and draw the curtains?"

Without waiting for a response, Daisy stood and walked over to the window. I waited until her back was turned, and she'd pulled the curtains closed. Even after we were hidden from view of anyone outside, I still hesitated.

But then she turned off the brightest floor lamp, leaving only a small one glowing on a table near the door. Heading back toward the couch, she pulled her top over her head, then took her hair from its ponytail. 

The sight of her breasts in that lacy, rose-colored bra made me lose some of my inhibition. My hands were shaking as I worked at my belt buckle. Though Daisy almost certainly noticed my nervousness, she pretended not to. Tossing her hair over her shoulders, she closed the distance between us and took her place by my side.

My erection faltered just before I freed it from my boxer briefs. I wanted to swear in frustration. Fully hard, it was just over three inches long. Flaccid, it wasn't much shorter, but I needed all the help I could get while first showing it to Daisy.

Once my pants and underwear were lowered down my thighs, my hard dick throbbed in time with my pulse. To Daisy's credit, she didn't try to convince me it wasn't small. Upon getting her first glimpse of it, she didn't say anything at all.

She simply wrapped her fingers around my shaft. That initial contact made me groan with pleasure, but my shame returned when I noticed that my fully erect penis was almost completely hidden in her grasp. 

Daisy began fondling my tip, the pad of her thumb gently gliding over the hole. "You know," she said as I muffled another moan, "size isn't everything."

Again, I was breathing too quickly, but it was from the power of my lust this time. "A lot of women think it's important."

"Maybe," she conceded. Pre-cum oozed from my cockhead, providing lubrication for her fingers. "Guys probably obsess about their dick size the way women obsess about their weight. But I'll let you in on a little secret."

Looking up from her hand, I met her hot gaze. "What secret?" 

"Your size doesn't matter to me at all," she revealed. I started to argue, then fell silent when she shook her head to stop me. "You see, I can't have an orgasm from vaginal penetration. Many women can't. I don't get any real pleasure from a man's fingers, or cock, inside me. The only thing I enjoy from the experience is the intimacy, the connection, with my partner."

Something about her revelation served to relax me further. Soon, I felt comfortable enough to show how turned-on I was. As I started thrusting my hips, Daisy made a circle with her thumb and index finger, allowing me to slide through it. The sensation had my balls tightening, and I feared I'd come in no time.

Trying to distract myself, I rasped out, "It doesn't feel good to have a big cock filling your pussy?"

"Not in and of itself. I'm lucky I have a very sensitive clit."

That knowledge brought me right to the edge. "Daisy, I'm about to come," I warned.

"Go right ahead, baby. At your age, you'll get hard again in no time."

Now that I had her permission, and she was sliding her fingers up and down my shaft, I surrendered fully. My hips bucked wildly, as if I were fucking hard and fast.

I let out a desperate cry, then came with a shudder. Semen spurted onto her hand, and a few drops even rained down on my thigh and lower belly. 

"Mmm, I'll clean you up." Daisy positioned herself on her hands and knees beside me before lowering her head. I felt her tongue snaking along my skin, and then along the length of my dick. 

"Ah, fuck!" I was almost too sensitive, and still mostly hard.

Sitting back up, Daisy licked more cum from her hand. I stared at her in breathless astonishment. 

"I'll let you in on another secret," she said while reaching behind her to unclasp her bra.

My God, her tits were amazing! Full and round, the left was just slightly larger than the right. Her nipples and areolas were a lovely pink. Noticing my admiration, Daisy pressed her breasts together, her fingers fondling the hard peaks.

"Don't you want to hear my secret, Lee?" she asked with a teasing grin.

"Yes, please," I immediately said, even as my mouth watered at the thought of sucking her nipples.

"It's not just that I can come only from clitoral stimulation. I also have a very strong gag reflex."

I blinked, waiting for Daisy to elaborate. Before doing so, she drew me toward her, giving me what I most craved at that moment. I let her guide me to her right breast. Eagerly, I took her nipple between my lips and suckled noisily. 

"Oh, that feels wonderful!" Stroking my hair, she went on in a low voice. "I've always wanted to suck cock like the women do in porn. But as soon as I get the tip in my throat, I start gagging and drooling. My eyes water and my nose begins to run. Needless to say, it isn't sexy at all." She released a self-deprecating laugh, then moaned as I flicked my tongue over her nipple. "My ex-husband was always trying to push my head down, wanting me to take more. I finally got so fed up that I stopped blowing him altogether."

Lifting my head, I met her eyes. "I'm sorry he did that to you, Daisy."

She shrugged, though I sensed that the memory of it still bothered her. "I've never been able to truly enjoy giving oral, even when I was desperate to please my partner that way. It was such a struggle when I couldn't take much more than the head in my mouth. But with you..." Her fingers again sought out my dick, which had never completely softened and was now ready for more. "I think I'd have a great time sucking you off, Lee." 

I gasped, unable to suppress a needy shiver. 

Daisy's smile was playful as she said, "Do you want to go to the bedroom and get more comfortable?"

The thought of taking things further filled me with trepidation; I worried once we tried to do more, I'd only end up disappointing her.

But I couldn't deny myself this one chance. Seeing me at my most vulnerable, Daisy was now inviting me into her bed. 

"I'd love to," I murmured. Before she could climb to her feet, I cupped a hand against the back of her head and kissed her with a desire I made no attempt to hide.

When Daisy finally withdrew, she was breathing faster. I was astonished at being the cause of her hard nipples and flushed cheeks. 

Grasping my hand, she said, "I have no doubt you'll be able to satisfy me in all kinds of ways."