“No, leave it on,” I insisted.
Shelly gave me a questioning look.
“A promise is a promise, Shelly,” I responded, sternly.
Shelly’s hands moved away from the heart necklace she said she had gotten from her college boyfriend — the one she’d promised she wouldn’t take off. It fell back to her chest, twinkling in the daylight, just above her pair of young, firm breasts. That necklace was all she had on.
“On the bed,” I continued. Obediently, if a little nervously, she moved to the white comforter and sat down. “No, turn around.” She flipped over and got on all fours, pointing her young, firm ass in my direction. Her pussy was glistening with slippery arousal.
“That’s better,” I encouraged, still not approaching her.
I admired the view for a moment before continuing. “Shelly, are you sure you want me to take you? If we do this, there’s no going back.”
She twisted her neck to face me. She was biting her lip, and it was all she could do not to touch herself. She nodded her head.
I still didn’t move.
Looking at me expectantly, impatiently, she finally let out a whimper. “Sam. Please.”
* * *
I had known Shelly for a long time. She had been the curious neighbor girl who had never hesitated to come over to my garage to watch me work on my car or watch baseball on TV. At the time, she was in middle school. Even when I wasn’t home, she’d let herself in — and she knew where I kept the junk food and lemonade.
That was almost ten years ago. In the time since, she had gone to high school and then college. As she grew up, she became interested in things like chasing boys and playing sports. Her visits became less and less frequent — in fact, I hadn’t seen her in years.
So it took me awhile to figure out that the beautiful, curvy young woman laying out on my neighbor’s lawn was that same girl I had known so long ago. Shelly had grown up, and she was hot.
“Hey, Shelly,” I said, walking up to the fence that separated our yards. She wore a string bikini, a heart shaped necklace, and nothing else.
Shelly looked up, not knowing that I had been admiring her swimsuit and her curves.
“Oh my God! Sam!” She beamed up at me, rising to her feet.
“Nice necklace,” I commented, trying to make an excuse for why my eyes wandered to her bust as she strolled over.
She fiddled with the pendant in her hands. “Oh, thanks. My boyfriend gave it to me. I promised I wouldn’t take it off while we were apart,” she said.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“What’s so funny,” she blushed. “He’s nice.”
“I’m sure he is,” I responded, dismissively. I paused for a second. “Hey, do you want to come over? For old time’s sake?” I decided to sweeten the deal. “I have lemonade and junk food…”
Before I knew it, Shelly had made herself comfortable at my counter. I handed her a glass of lemonade and decided to continue my questioning. “So this boyfriend is nice, huh?” I pried. “Is that all?”
Shelly didn’t hesitate to defend her man. “No, of course not. He’s cute, and I like hanging out with him.”
I was having too much fun teasing her to stop now. “Hanging out, huh? Do you mean…” — I gave her a knowing look — “banging?”
Shelly’s eyes got wide and her cheeks turned even redder. “No! Yes, I mean. I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re implying,” she said defensively. I raised my eyebrows but stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.
“I wasn’t talking about…” she trailed off, lowering her voice to a whisper and looking around. “…sex… I was talking about just hanging out.”
“Really?” I was clearly skeptical of my young neighbor.
“Really,” she insisted. “Besides, I’ve only done it a few times with him and he doesn’t last long enough for me to…” She trailed off.
“For you to what?”
“To… you know…”
I smiled. “Shelly, if you’re going to have sex, you better be able to talk about it.” I realized I was lecturing her and I changed my tone. “It’s me, Shelly. You can just relax.”
Shelly sighed. “He’s never made me cum,” she finally blurted. “I’m afraid there’s something wrong with me.”
I closed my eyes and exhaled loudly. *I hope I wasn’t like her boyfriend when I was his age,* I thought to myself. I refocused my attention to her. “There’s nothing wrong with you,” I reassured her. “You’re beautiful. You’re young. Your boyfriend is just an asshole.”
She stared at me, surprised by my candor.
I continued. “Is he even trying? Does he touch you? Lick you down there? Finger you?” She shook her head after each one.
“Jesus,” I sighed. *What a goddamn waste*, I thought. *If I was fifteen years younger, I would be doing whatever I could to bring this girl to orgasm every single day.*
“What if it’s me?” Shelly was clearly still worried.
“It’s not you. It’s him,” I said quickly. “Trust me.”
Shelly looked down at the floor, as if she was considering what to say next. Or maybe, trying to work up the courage. Finally, she spoke. “Well, what if you showed me?”
“Shelly,” I protested, “you should be with guys your own age.” As I said it, I allowed myself to admire the curves of her young breasts. And for the first time, I imagined what my young neighbor would look like without that string bikini, laying on my bed with her legs spread wide.
“I won’t tell anyone,” she insisted. Her hand touched my shoulder, breaking me out of my trance. “And besides, you said it yourself: my boyfriend is doing something wrong.” She paused. “So show me what he should be doing so I can teach him.”
She leaned up and kissed my cheek and her hand moved to my chest. A shiver went through my spine, sending blood rushing into my cock.
*This is wrong,* I thought. *It’s Shelly! Then again, she’s old enough to know what she’s asking for…*
Again, I was jolted from my trance as I felt her hand on my lap. She smiled when she realized my manhood had grown hard.
“Do I turn you on, Sam?” Shelly asked me, legitimately surprised. She didn’t yet understand how most men reacted to her body and her touch.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I let her fingers explore my mature cock. She ran her fingers along its length and grasped it through my pants. I watched her face as she worked her fingers around my shaft. She moved her other hand to my crotch, cupping my balls and scrotum.
Again, I envisioned this beautiful young woman, naked on my bed. I thought about how it would look as the head of my cock pierced her labia and slid between her moist, young pussy lips. I decided I wanted to see it for real.
“Shelly,” I finally said, “If we do this, you have to do exactly what I say, okay?”
Shelly enthusiastically nodded her head.
“Okay,” I nodded, slowly taking in what was about to happen. “Come with me.”
I picked her up and carried her to my bed. Slowly, gently, I slid her bikini bottoms over her hips, then her knees, then her feet. She pulled her top over her shoulders.
She smiled at me as I kneeled before her. The smell of her sweet, fresh sex filled my nostrils as I kissed her knees, then her hips, then her thighs. Finally, my tongue slid to her clit.
“Oooh,” Shelly moaned, feeling a man’s tongue bathe her sensitive clit for the first time. Her hips involuntarily bucked at the new sensation. “Oh, Sam. Don’t stop…”
* * *
“Sam,” Shelly repeated, still on all fours on my bed and playing with the necklace from her boyfriend that I insisted she keep on. “Please. Take me.” She rocked back, moving her ass and pussy an inch or two towards me.
Her pussy was wet with her own juices and plenty of my saliva. My tongue, lips and fingers had brought her to orgasm twice already. But she wanted more. She wanted to feel what it was like to be fucked by a man. By me.
“Sam…” she repeated. “I want you.”
I decided I’d kept her waiting long enough. Shelly gasped as she felt the tip of my cock press against her tight, young opening. She groaned loudly as my member speared her pussy, pushing deep inside her — much deeper than she knew possible.
“Oh, Sam… oh my god!” Shelly couldn’t help herself from vocalizing her pleasure. Her pussy, wet and quivering from my tongue and fingers, stretched to accommodate the larger girth of my hard cock.
Her breasts bounced and heaved as I thrust against her body. Her nipples, hard with arousal, dragged across my comforter — along with that heart-shaped necklace. She whimpered and moaned each time my cock plunged into her tight hole.
I could have watched my cock disappear into her from behind all afternoon, but I wanted to look into her eyes when we finished together. So I grasped her hips and turned her on to her back.
Without a word, I lowered myself down on my young lover, pushing my cock into her yet again. Our eyes never broke contact as I fucked her missionary.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I commanded. She did without hesitation, and I could see her eyes widen as I was now able to push even deeper into her wet snatch.
My hands moved from her neck to her breasts. My right hand moved to her stomach so that I could flick her sensitive clit with my thumb.
The pressure of my thumbtip on her button set her off. “Oh, Sam,” she whimpered. “I’m going to cum again.”
“That’s good, Shelly,” I encouraged her. In truth, I was close to my own orgasm. As her body began to convulse and her eyes rolled back, I felt my balls tighten and send a flood of cum rushing toward the head of my cock, anxious to fill Shelly’s receptive depths.
I grunted loudly, pulling my dick out of her uncovered pussy just in time. My semen shot harmlessly towards her breasts, splashing against the underside of her bosom. I breathed a sigh of relief as my cock twitched again and poured more warm semen into a pool on her tight, tanned stomach.
Her third orgasm of the afternoon finally fading, Shelly opened her eyes and looked at me. “Okay, Sam,” she smiled, “you were right: It’s definitely my boyfriend’s fault, not mine.”
I laughed, handing her a towel wipe the sticky evidence of our tryst that I had left on her breasts and stomach.
“Still,” she said, still beaming with afterglow. “I have a lot to learn. Maybe I should swing by again tomorrow?”
I looked into her eyes — the eyes of a girl I had know for years, though our relationship had just been forever changed. “Of course, Shelly,” I said. “You know my door is always open.”
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