Lacy Abbott’s clothes clung to her body in the brutal late afternoon heat. It was the summer before her freshman year in college and she was hot, horny, and bored. Her boyfriend wasn’t interested in taking their relationship to the next level so she resorted to masturbation to release her frustrations. What she hadn’t realized was that the new neighbor was watching and he had plans for her beautiful body. Despite their age difference, Charlie fully intended to make her his own.
She dragged the lounge chair into the middle of the yard where she would get the best sun and settled in concentrating on the music as she let her thoughts drift. She imagined a pair of strong hands belonging to a gorgeous college boy roaming up and down her thighs and across her breasts. Between the sun and her steamy thoughts, she was close to racing upstairs to relieve some of her frustration. She could feel the growing dampness between her legs and wondered if she should shave down there before the party, a thought which turned her on even more just by the sheer naughtiness of it.
The hand on her shoulder made her jump. She opened her eyes while simultaneously pulling out her ear buds and looked up in horror at the face of someone that she felt like she should know but she couldn’t quite place.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He was holding grocery bags and wearing a large friendly smile. His brown hair was just long enough that it almost covered his large brown eyes.
“It’s alright,” she said weakly. She looked back toward her house and realized that she’d left her cell phone in her bedroom. She looked back at the man. He didn’t look dangerous but something about him unnerved her. He put down the bags he was holding and held out his right hand to shake.
“My name is Charlie Delaney. I’m your new neighbor.”
She shook his hand and gasped slightly. His grip was firm and confident and she felt a jolt of electricity pass between them which seemed to hit her directly at her core.
“Oh! Hi, Mr. Delaney. I’m Lacy Abbott. I live here with my dad, George.”
“I know.” He flashed her another smile and there was something devilish about the way he grinned at her. It was that moment that it occurred to her that he had been the one watching her from the window. She felt her face flush in embarrassment.
“I wanted to take a moment to introduce myself since I saw you out here.”
She didn’t miss the flash of lust in his eyes as his eyes quickly scanned her bikini clad body. He licked his lips and she felt another jolt of moisture between her legs. She felt like she had to focus to keep her breathing restrained. She was being absurd, she thought. He was at least thirty-some years old and married. He wouldn’t be interested in her.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Delaney.”
“Please call me Charlie.”
An awkward pause passed between them. He lingered there too long watching her and it was making her feel uncomfortable. She didn’t know what to say and was about to make an excuse to go inside and find something to do when he interrupted her train of thought.
“It’s really hot out here. I just made some iced tea before I went to the store. Would you like a glass?”
She should have said no. She should have made her excuses and disappeared into the safety of her house but there was something about him so compelling that her body was silently screaming for her to say yes. Feeling as though she were floating outside herself, she smiled and nodded.
“That would be lovely, thank you.”
What was she thinking? She set the iPod on the table next to her lounge chair as she stood up and offered to help carry his groceries inside. Charlie unlocked the back door and held it open for her.
His house was very much in the process of being decorated and furnished. Unpacked boxes lined the rooms, some of them open and the contents scattered around. Lacy followed him to the kitchen aware that her heart was beating so fast. She set the bag on the counter and watched him pull out two glasses from a nearly empty cupboard and fill them with fresh iced tea.
After the time she’d spent in the sun, the drink was very welcome and she drank quickly. She was well aware that as she tipped her head back to enjoy the coolness in her throat, his gaze moved along her body. She felt her nipples harden, straining the thin fabric of her bikini top and wished that she would have had the sense to bring a towel or a wrap so she didn’t feel so exposed. His eyes held a hunger that she wasn’t accustomed to seeing and she involuntarily shuddered.
“Are you cold?”
“I must have drunk too quickly,” she said forcing a smile and wrapping her arms around her to hide her aroused nipples.
Charlie put down his drink and took a step closer to her rubbing the sides of her arms lightly to help warm her, which did nothing for the ache in her breasts that longed to feel those firm hands on them, or the ache at her core that begged to be touched. She knew that she should step away and put distance between them but she was frozen, still in disbelief that he would find her attractive. She bit her lip as she looked up into his eyes wondering what he was thinking.
“How old are you, Lacy?” he asked in a slightly hoarse voice. Was it desire that she heard?
“I’ll be nineteen in September. I’m starting my freshman year at college.”
“That’s exciting,” he said taking another step closer and brushing her hair away from her face. She felt as though she couldn’t breath and the world stopped turning as he leaned down to brush his lips against her ear. “I like the show you put on for me.”
“What?” her voice betrayed her. She tried to step away from him but he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against him. The outline of his erection was unmistakable in his pants against the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms.
“Did you like doing that for me?” he whispered. He let his hands slide down to her behind and pulled her tight against him as he moved his hips ever so slightly against her. Her legs felt weak, overcome with arousal and desire, and she couldn’t think straight.
“Yes,” she said barely loud enough for him to hear.
“You have a beautiful body.”
She opened her mouth to say something but he crushed his lips against hers, sliding his tongue inside, overwhelming her senses. She gave in to him and wrapped her arms around his neck to savor the moment even though a part of her screamed that it was so wrong. His fingers traced the crack of her behind and stopped at the wetness of her sex, massaging her lightly through her swimsuit and making her squirm against his fingers.
“I can feel how much you like it,” he said as he broke the kiss.
He took her hand in his and led her to the front of his jeans where his erection begged to be free from the constraints of the fabric.
“Do you feel how hard you make me?”
All she could do was nod, shyly stroking the outline of his hardness through his jeans. She felt him twitch underneath her touch.
“When I watch you touch yourself, I can’t help touching myself,” he said softly not letting go of her hand, holding it close against his crouch and watching the flicker of desire wrestle with uncertainty in her eyes.
“Mr. Delaney… I … I should go home before my friend gets here.”
He held her for a moment more and she started to wonder if he would let her walk out of his house. She wasn’t sure that she wanted him to let her go. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to yank off her bikini bottoms and have his way with her. The look in his eyes told her that he craved being inside her.
“Call me Charlie,” he repeated.
“Okay. Charlie… I have to…”
He pulled her close again and kissed her and she felt him smile as her body willingly melted against him. He let go of her hand and used both of his hands to hold her face as he kissed her more passionately than she’d ever been kissed before.
“Will you leave the curtains open for me tonight?” he said as he let her go. She felt flushed and confused.
“Yes,” she heard a voice tell him and she knew that somehow it belonged to her.
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