I wanted to bury every inch of my cock inside her barely legal, college-girl pussy, and I wanted to come right inside of her. God help me, I wanted to empty every single sticky drop from my balls into that perfect, tightly teen pussy. I wanted to fill her again and again, dump load after load inside of her until it leaked out. I wanted to hold my cock right up against her cervix and flood her fertile womb with my seed.
That’s how I wanted to claim Chelsea McKenzie
The thought was so powerful that I ended up jerking it twice more in the shower after watching her in the window. I emptied my balls two more fucking times in the shower just thinning of her lithe little body and the way I’d seen her face scrunch up like that when she came. Fuck me, I’m almost forty for fuck’s sake, and there I was coming three Goddamn times in one night.
And I still needed more.
It wasn’t like I could very well just go over there, pound her door in, walk upstairs and plunge my cock into that slit. I mean Mike would probably kill me, for starters, and he’d have every right and reason to do so. Fuck, I mean what was I even thinking, having these sort of thoughts about his daughter, for God’s sake. Maybe I was the scumbag I was worried about being? Maybe I was the creeper pervert next door, leering at the nubile college girl home from break? Maybe I was toeing a line I shouldn’t be with this girl.
Maybe, I’d just have to find out.
Chapter 9
Chelsea
I didn't see or hear much from Mr. Harding over the next couple of days. I worried a little that he was avoiding me; that maybe he was embarrassed or no okay with what we’d done the other night in the windows across from each other. And the school-girl crush in me panicked a little that maybe I’d pushed things too far and that now he was going to avoid me until I went back to school and he could forget about having watched his best friend’s daughter come for him.
It was especially muggy and hot out on that fateful day - The Day - that would change everything. My parents had left early in the morning to take Dennis on the first round of that wonderful experience of awkwardly checking out colleges, and I'd managed to spend the day so far doing not much of anything. But I guess that's what a school break was all about.
My ears had pricked up when I heard the backdoor of the Harding's house slam open, and then my interest was really piqued when I heard the lawnmower start up. Grinning like a shy little school girl, I went to the window, only to grin even wider as I saw a shirtless Mr. Harding pushing the rumbling lawnmower across his backyard. He'd been outside for barely five minutes, but sweat was already glistening on his muscled chest, and I watched almost spellbound as his arms rippled and glistened in the heat as he pushed the mower around.
I'm not really sure what prompted me, but I supposed it was being young, it being hot out, and me feeling especially like I wanted to get his attention again that day. It wasn't like I was trying to "make a move" or anything; again, I guess I was just feeling flirty. But when I went to my dresser and blushingly pulled out the brand new bikini I'd picked out at school with my roommate, I already knew I was probably toying with a line of some sorts.
*****
Out by our pool, I lay a towel across one of the lawn chairs, making sure it was at least partially facing the Harding's yard. I grinned to myself thinking about how much I'd changed in a few months of being away at school. I really was just having fun and being a bit of a flirt being out here like this, but I realized I couldn't even imagine doing something like this before!
Of course, I couldn’t imagine stripping and then playing with myself like some sort of porn-star for the older man next door while he jerked his cock to me, either.
The lawnmower was still whining away in the Harding's yard when I lay back with my shades on in my brand-new, white bikini. It wasn't especially slutty or inappropriate or anything like that; not like it was a thong or anything. But, it was certainly a change from the conservative one pieces I'd have worn before.
I relaxed under the glow of the sun, feeling myself sink back into the chair as the world sort of dimmed around me. Actually, I was so zoned out and starting to melt into that sort of sun-trance where I started to think about taking a nap that I never even noticed the lawnmower shutting off.
"You've got sunblock on, right?"
I snapped out of my daze and jerked my head up to see Jake standing a few feet away from me, smiling at me as he toweled his face and neck off with a t-shirt.
"Skin cancer is no joke you know."
I grinned at him, feeling that heady rush I got whenever he was around. “Yeah, I'm coated."