How could I forget June 14th? I probably never will. Just seeing the date written out makes me start to lose myself in the memories.
I had taken the week off work to use up some vacation days. My wife was at work and I was enjoying entering into an alcohol-fueled stupor in the backyard. Elle was next door, goofing around in the pool after having graduated from high school the previous weekend.
It felt like August came early. The beer bottle and my forehead had the same beads of moisture clinging to their respective surfaces.
If I turned just right I could see her through the fence–running around in a little pink bikini with the cutesy skull designs on it. She was not remotely close to a curvy girl, but it was a flattering swimsuit. The boys over there with her certainly acted quite stimulated by the skin she was showing off.
Going into the second hour, I had grown tired of listening to those dopes fawn over Elle. The three of them had no subtlety at all. She pretended to enjoy their flattery, but it was obvious even from where I was sitting that she was not impressed by their overly effusive praise. She saw them for what they were: clueless teenage boys saying anything to try to get in her tight pink bikini bottom, but they had no idea what to do if they got that chance.
I must had made a louder reaction than I realized to one particularly eye-roll inducing line because I saw Elle take a quick glance at me. She stood up and I focused on how her body was tight all over in ways that my wife left behind ages ago. Then the big grin came with wide wave as she seemed to be amused by the surprise of the old guy next door being home on a weekday afternoon.
I waved back and probably should have felt embarrassed, but didn’t at all. I yelled, “When you’re ready to ditch the losers, come say hello.” Dirty glances from the boys ensued, but I could tell she was considering it. I tipped my bottle in her direction and then I threw it back.
Then the sunny afternoon disappeared into darkness.
* * *
I came to in a state of confusion.
“Mr. Ficeler, what the fuck are you doing?!?!” Elle screamed out.
I found myself viewing myself from above, as if I was watching someone else pull down her bikini bottom beside the fence in broad daylight.
I was dumbfounded by my old cock as hard as I was when I was Elle’s age thrusting into her shaved pussy. I used my strength to hold her down into the grass by the back of the head as I began my rhythmic assault from behind, pounding so hard her flat little ass shook despite it’s seemingly impossible firmness.
It was not an easy pounding. She was mostly dry and she kept trying to move, but I was so much stronger than her she really had no chance to get away from me until I stopped.
I heard her sobs as I filled her with warm spurts. I left my cock inside her until the erection finally subsided; a river of cum followed the head as I unplugged from her tight teen cunt. I watched in a daze as the juices dripped onto my grass while she hurriedly pulled her bikini bottom back up from her knees.
Suddenly, the world returned. I was no longer viewing this from above. This really just happened. I heard lawns being mowed, children yelling, and the sounds of the pool pump.
“Oh my god, Elle. I…”
Before I could finish, I heard the siren.
* * *
The officers explained that boys had called for help when I scared them off with a tree lopper I had drunkenly waved at them after retrieving it from my garage. The only motive I could surmise was that I lost my patience to have my alone time with Elle.
They were worried that I might hurt her and the cops responded quickly. Not quickly enough for Elle, though.
I had run through what the remainder of my life might be like through my mind. Facing my wife. The courtroom embarrassment. Prison.
Utter confusion hit me when the cop who had been babysitting me started to leave with his partner. They turned back before leaving my backyard, “Sir, just keep a cool head and don’t scare these kids. We know they can be annoying, but you don’t want to end up in jail over it.”
I looked over and Elle shrugged her shoulders, eyes watering.
After the cops left, I kept my distance. “I don’t know what came over me, Elle. Jesus, I didn’t know I was capable of doing something so terrible.”
A couple tears fell down her cheek. “Yeah, not how I pictured us finally fucking, Mr. Ficeler. I wanted to anyway, you know. I even do like it rough. Don’t be an asshole next time and just ask!” She ran over and slapped me hard across the cheek.
Before I could say anything, she ran back next door.
* * *
She never told anyone. We had a neighborhood cookout that weekend. Her parents were completely normal towards me. The boys were even there and only gave me the same dirty looks as before.
As time went on and I realized I really wasn’t going to be punished, I did decide to make one change: I stopped drinking. I knew deep inside that the drinking hadn’t caused me to force myself on Elle–it only lowered my inhibitions so I acted on the desires that had been there all along. Yet, I couldn’t risk letting that side of me out so carelessly again.
Elle and I did not stop fucking that summer.
The last night before she left for college, after everyone was asleep, we met in my backyard. She was in the same bikini that she wore the day of the attack. She got on her knees and buried her face in the grass, raising her tiny ass towards me.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about June 14th. Fuck me like that again before I leave, Sir. I want to rub my clit to this all Fall.”
I grunted assent and tore her bikini bottom as I ripped it off. I felt how wet they were in the area that had been covering her slit. Before I lingered too much on my discover, I shoved the bottom in her mouth to keep her quiet since we’d do it much longer this time.
As I pushed into her dripping snatch, I thought that I’m really going to miss Elle these next few months.
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