I imagined taking her; claiming her and making her mine. I groaned as stroked my cock, imaging her climbing into my lap, straddling me, and sinking that impossibly tight little barely legal pussy down on my dick. I brought the thong away from my face and wrapped it around my trembling erection, growling at the way the soft little lacy cotton felt sliding over my cock. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, could feel my muscles bunching as I raced towards the inevitable.
Oh, please fuck my little pussy, Mr. Weaver!
That’s all it took. Imagining sweet little innocent, barely legal Christina Ames begging for my cock send me right over the edge, and I groaned as the cum came rocketing out of my cock. I moaned and kept stroking, just picturing her cunt wrapped tight around my cock as I emptied my balls inside of her until I collapse back in the chair.
Holy shit.
It was only then that I glanced down and winced. Fuck. There was cum all over her fucking panties. Like, coating them. I swore to myself, when I suddenly heard a cellphone that definitely wasn’t mine go off loud in the kitchen down the hall.
I jolted from my chair, my heart racing. “Christina?”
The house was silent but for the pulse roaring in my ears. I swore again as I grabbed tissues from my desk and started to try and wipe the cum from her panties as I yanked my pants up. I stuck my head out the office door. “Christina?”
I heard the toilette flush in the bathroom by the kitchen flush, and I swore again as I madly wiped at the sticky jizz all over her panties.
Fuck, she won’t notice.
Right?
I was out of time though, and I grabbed her clothes - panties and all - and quickly brought them back to the chair they’d been on in the kitchen.
*****
And here I was hours later, sitting by my pool with a whiskey in my hand and a frown on my face.
Fuck, why the HELL had I put them back? In the moment, I’d just shoved everything back in that chair, but now I just groaned thinking about it. I mean she hadn’t said anything when she’d come back in and changed before heading home, but I’d also locked myself in my office until she did.
I should have just kept them, really. Let her think they fell out of her pile of clothes when she was changing or something. Yeah, what I should have done was not jerk off into an eighteen year old’s panties.
Hindsight.
I shook my head as I took a sip of my drink. Yeah, the bigger issue here wasn’t just what had happened earlier that day. The bigger issue was that it wasn’t just me thinking inappropriate thoughts about some girl I shouldn’t have been having them about.
It was that I had Christina Ames on the brain bad. It was that hours later, that girl was deep under my skin in a way I hadn’t felt from anyone in, well, a long damn time. Maybe ever.
This might present problem.
Chapter 6
Christina
The next two weeks passed in a blur, and before I knew it, it was the night before I was going to be heading off to college. It was exciting, and scary of course, but I was only going to school an hour and a half train ride away in Boston. Plus, I was going to have Anna with me, which was going to make the whole thing easier.
I hadn’t ended up telling her about what had happened at Tyler’s house, but part of me still wanted to. Actually, I hadn’t even been back to his house since that day. He’d come by a few days before to wish me well at school, and I’d blushed just seeing him again for the first time since that day.
“Nah, you’ve got more important things to worry about,” he’d said when I asked if he needed me to come over at all to do any last organizing before I left. “You’re a big college girl now, you don’t need to hang around with old-guy bachelors like me,” he’d said with a wink before handing me an envelope full of what sure felt like money. “Here, for you and Anna.”
“Oh, I can’t take this.”
“Sure you can,” he’d said with a grin. Before arching a brow at me. “No spending that on boys, though.”
I’d laughed, and he’d given me a big hug. “Come back and visit us sometime, Christina.”
And so there I was, the night before heading off into the world for the first time, and all I could think about was his arms around me. Well, that and what I’d seen in his office. It’d been two weeks, and I’d had plenty else to think about, but I’d still imagined what I’d seen every single night since then. Every night, I’d been almost excited to go to bed, since it meant slipping my panties down my legs and pushing my fingers into my wet folds while I dreamed of Tyler Weaver’s incredible cock and all the ways I’d want him to use it on me.