The next day, however, was a Saturday and Katie left for work at about 7:00. The kitchen light next door came on at about 7:20, like it usually did, but I didn’t move from my bed because I was ashamed of myself. I had spent all day wallowing in self-pity, touching myself a little and having shameful, although incredibly intense, orgasms that made me feel like shit (but that didn’t stop me from going back for more). Because mum and dad weren’t home, I wandered around in my underwear and touched myself on the couch, on their bed, waiting for the jug to boil for my hot chocolate…
I watched as the alarm clock beside my bed flicked over to 7:24 and the kitchen light turned off and the feeling of dread sunk into my chest. Lying alone in the darkness put things in perspective for me – maybe it was time to go and find myself a boyfriend that I could use. A guy my age might just be willing to learn how to please a woman – like, if I just used him for my pleasure, he would enjoy that – because what kind of young lad didn’t want a nympho girlfriend? And if I had this craving for consistent dick, they would never wanna leave me. At least they wouldn’t be married and everything, so that would be a plus too.
That gave me some hope, and I spent a few minutes daydreaming about what it could be like to have a boyfriend to fuck. Maybe I’d even move my bedroom around, and place my bed in the perfect position so I could fuck this boy in front of Guy – so he would know what he was missing. I’d make sure I was on top all the time, maybe even reverse cowgirl on him, so I could make eye contact with the man next door while I bounced up and down on my boyfriend’s dick – so Guy would go fucking crazy, like I had been.
Dipping my fingers into my undies, I began to rub my clit tenderly – pulling back the hood to graze soft fingers over the tingling little nub. My pussy lips were all swollen and wet, like they had been for days, weeks even. I think it just needed that one release – one that would get it to calm the fuck down. Rolling my hips against my gentle fingers, I began to get so lost in the moment that I barely even realised the sound of footsteps on the back stairs.
When the idea finally hit me, however, I sat up instantly – throwing myself out of bed and pulling on a shirt. Sneaking to my doorframe, I saw the porch light turn on. “Hannah?” Said Guy. “Are you home?”
“Yeah!” I barely managed to say, my legs nearly losing all feeling as I realised how alone we were. “I’m home.”
“We didn’t see you all day,” He continued, not coming any closer. “We were kinda worried you’d died or somethin’, after your headache last night ‘n’ all.”
“Yeah.” I forced out. “Nah, I’m alive.”
“Good.” He said.
“Yeah.” I replied.
“Well,” Guy stated weakly, and I heard the screen door squeak at the hinges. “Goodnight, girlie. Call me if you need anything.”
I couldn’t help myself, stumbling out of the doorframe to catch his startled look. “Wait!” I told him, and he swallowed deeply. “Do you— Do you still wanna watch?”
“… Hannah, I—” He looked down at me, uncomfortable with seeing me in just a nightshirt and undies. I hadn’t been bothered to put on a bra that day, and because I was so fucking horny, my nipples were sticking out something fierce. “We should stop all this.”
I just shot him a rebellious look and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head and shoulders.
The night air felt good on my bare skin and Guy swallowed again, leaning back onto the door. “Tell me to go home, Hannah.” He then snapped at me. “Tell me to go home.”
“No.” I was shivering with lust by that point, so turned-on that I was beginning to drip between the legs. I must have looked a sight, topless and shaking – the blue cotton of my underwear dampened at the crotch. “Please stay. I’m going crazy.”
“Just because you say ‘yes’,” He started towards me, unsure of his footsteps. “Doesn’t mean it’s okay, Hannah. This is wrong.”
“I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” I begged him, bouncing on my heels like a child so my tits would bounce along with me. “I really, really want you to touch me.”
“Shit, sweetheart. This is—” He stopped, chewing his bottom lip like he was ready to tear it off. “This is really wrong.”
“I’m legal—” I started.
“It doesn’t work like that.” He cringed, still unable to back away. I knew I had him from the wavering of his voice. “You’re also Linden’s daughter.”
“It’s not like I’m just gonna call dad and be like ‘Hey daddy, guess what just happened?!”” I couldn’t help but grin at the way he balked at my line. “Just once, then I promise I’ll stop. I promise! We don’t have to have sex, just—just touch me. Please?”
He paused, and thought and thought, and then thought some more. The man looked over me quickly, as if he couldn’t bear the thought, and then found my face. “Shit.” He said. “I’m going to hell. I’m going to hell in a fucking handbasket.”
Guy took two steps forward, and then another two, and I decided to stir things up a bit and draw him closer to my bedroom. I didn’t want him putting a finger on me and then deciding against it all – I wanted him in my room and on my bed and with his cock out so I could look at it and touch it and have it be everything I ever dreamed. I wanted him to accept the fact that he was just as fucking perverted as I was, and I needed him to show me just how perverted he could be.
I was vibrating with excitement – I could barely keep my legs from shaking. Even the movement of walking was churning the arousal between my thighs, and I could feel how slick it was with each step backwards. The way my outerlips moved against each other, rolling against my swollen clit, was driving me very close to, what I hoped to be, my first orgasm of the night.
He got me against my bedroom door, his forearm braced above my forehead, and he was close enough that I could feel his breath. I swear I actually came a little in that moment, like the feeling of him being so damn close was shooting fireworks off into my one-track mind. I leant up and kissed him.
His hands found my waist, and his large palms squeezed at my hips – a groan muffled through his lips against mine. I let out a breath, and he dipped his tongue into my mouth – my lips sucking on it eagerly while his fingers crept up the small of my back. My bedroom door slipped open easily when I managed to turn the knob, leading him back with me while a rough hand found the back of my neck and pulled me in closer. Guy’s tongue was wet, and tasted like a cup of tea, and I could feel his dick straining through his jeans – his stubble biting at the soft skin of my innocent face.
The sight of my room, a teenage girl’s room filled with posters and old stuffed-animals, seemed to snap him out of his trance for a brief moment. Then I swear his dick got even harder, and he grabbed my hips and grinded himself against me with the most sexiest groan I have heard to this day.
He backed me towards the bed and I fell back as soon as the backs of my knees hit the mattress. Flopping down, I spread my legs and pulled myself up onto my elbows, looking up at him as his chest heaved and his teeth nipped at his bottom lip. “Shit Hannah,” he started, “You gotta tell me to stop right now.”
“Don’t you dare stop.” I blurted out, my shaking fingers snaking towards my underwear. “Please eat me out, Mr Harris.” Using his formal name like they did in the pornos, I tried to win him over.
He let out a noise and his eyes travelled to the wet spot glistening between my thighs. “Shit,” he said, “Hannah.”
I let out a shaky breath and said, “I really need you to eat my pussy, Mr Harris.”
Without another word, he crawled onto my bed and I shuffled back – his hungry mouth nipping at my knees as I got into a position we would both be comfortable in. When my head hit my pillow, I stopped, and he kept crawling – running his mouth up my belly and kissing my ribs, a nervous hand finding one of my tits and squeezing gently. The noise I made made him squeeze harder and he groaned again, dipping his face into my chest to suck gently on the hard nub he had captured in his palm.
It felt amazing. It felt so fucking amazing and my legs were shaking, hips pushing up into his chest as I ground my pussy against his chest hair – even the slightest tickle from the hair making these frenzied little noises push forth from my mouth. He scraped his teeth against the sensitive nipple and I let out a cry, hands reaching up to delve into his short hair, holding on tight as he kissed and sucked and licked. And then he started on the other, a whole new experience, the wet skin around the abused nipple catching in the night breeze and sending these amazing feelings through my body. I thought I was going to pass out.
His spare hand found my jaw, and he dipped a finger into my mouth, tugging down my bottom lip as he devoured my tits. My tongue flicked out to swirl around his fingers, his strong palm soon pushing my chin up and taking a hold of my throat. It was a light squeeze, but the quick shortness of breath made me grind harder into him – my choked moan snapping him out of focus before he pulled back.
“How long have you wanted this?” Guy asked me, a cool fire behind his eyes as a palm found the wet warmth of my pussy. The contact and his words made my eyes roll back into my head and I pushed against him, whining for a finger or something.
“Oh God,” I breathed, squirming against him. “I’ve touched myself thinking about this every night since my birthday.”
He seemed past it himself, really. I think we were both so wrapped up in each other that all boundaries had been trampled, and the way I was reacting to him told him that I was not going to run away and tell everyone that he took advantage of me.
“Touching yourself for me every night.” He repeated gently, his voice slightly shaky but his fingers on a mission as they tugged at the corners of my undies. I lifted my bum up to help him out. “I’d never thought about you like this before.” He drifted off. “But when you kissed me, I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.” Me and Guy made eye contact and he pulled me free of my panties, ditching them on the floor beside my bed. “You’re beautiful.”
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