“Hey, are you almost ready?” Bill’s voice called from the front door, impatient and anxious. Kelsey shoved a few more articles of clothing into her suitcase, zipped it up, and then grabbed her backpack stuffed with textbooks and notebooks. Even if they were just going off campus for a few days, she wanted to get some studying done. High school was nothing compared to the pressures she felt from her professors in college.
Kelsey stopped to glance in the mirror, ignoring another call from her boyfriend at the door. She brushed a few strands of strawberry red hair from her forehead and frowned at herself. Anxiety shivered through her body as she contemplated the forthcoming weekend. She and Bill had been dating for about a month, and this past week asked if she wanted to spend the weekend at his parents house. She couldn’t lie, the offer excited her. Meeting her boyfriends parents, that was a big deal. Or at least, she thought it was – that was what her own parents always said. When a boy had you meet his parents, that meant he was serious. He was in it for the long haul.
But nothing much about Bill was serious. He was a nice enough guy, funny in his own nerdy way, with a tepid vanilla kindness that by itself was enough to stand out from the douchebags and frat bros that seemingly crawled out of the woodwork. He was non-threatening – that was the phrase her best friend used. He never pushed her to do anything out of her comfort zone, he floated through his classes, didn’t seem to do much studying or anything else other than play video games or online poker.
But he was nice. And if what her mom told her was true, that should be enough. “A boy who won’t mistreat you, that’s what you need,” her mother had told her the day she packed up her bags and left for college. Her dad cried, her mother hugged her fiercly, and told her that if she ever needed anything at all, to call. But she wanted independence and the freedom of risk. But it was hard to break out of the shell she had built for herself all through her teenage years.
And sometimes she really wished Bill would do something to challenge her. She even brought it up to him one time and his response was to laugh it off and challenge her to a Mariokart race. They played, he won, he laughed, and then she went off to study while he went back to gaming.
He was nice, she supposed. She bit her lower lip and ran a finger from her lips down her chin to her neck. “Babe, C’MON!” Bill shouted.
“Coming,” she called out.
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The drive took about 3 hours. Bill put on some history of poker podcast while Kelsey put in earbuds and listened to music while she went over her notes for bio. Maybe they complemented each other in that way. They could both co-exist in a space together for hours without interacting at all. “At least he’s not screaming at you or beating you,” she heard her mother whisper in her ear. That’s true. Bill was about the least abusive person you could think of. The only real thing you could accuse him of was… inattentiveness. And was that so bad? She never felt scared around him. Just bored.
Finally, they reached his parents house. It was a two story brick building at the end of a cul-de-sac, wedged in the middle of one of the thousands of identical suburbs in the country. She could see the large wooden fence surrounding the backyard, and from what Bill told her, a large pool and hottub. As they pulled into the driveway, the front door opened and Bill’s mother emerged with a large smile on her face.
“Oh my God, I’m so happy to see you,” the woman said with a bright smile, first wrapping Bill up in a hug, and then turning to Kelsey. She was in her mid-40’s, attractive in a matronly kind of way, with short blonde hair cut in a bob. Kelsey anxiously smiled and then gasped as she felt herself pulled into a warm embrace by the older woman.
“Mrs. Miller, so nice to meet you…” she started to reply, and the woman laughed. “Oh no dear, you can call me Alice. Please, it’s so nice to finely meet you. Bill has said nothing but good things about you.”
“C’mon Mom,” Bill said as he pulled the suitcases from the trunk of the car.
Kelsey turned and looked at Bill, who grinned sheepishly. Did he really say nice things about her? She turned back to Alice and said, “Thanks for letting me stay with you this weekend.”
“You are always welcome, my dear,” Alice replied. “Let Bill get your stuff, and I’ll give you a tour. Bill’s dad is at work, but he’ll be home in a bit.”
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The house was tasteful and had that level of luxuriousness that wasn’t overbearing but it didn’t seem like they were trying to live above their station. The most ornate piece of furniture was a magnificent wooden grandfather clock in the foyer. Alice took Kelsey by the hand in a warm, comforting grip, and walked her all around the house. The bedroom upstairs where she and Bill would be staying (it had a TV, PS5 and Switch already set up, Kelsey noticed), the living room on the main floor with a large TV and comfortable looking leather couches, the kitchen with a marble island in the middle, and then the deck and pool out back. “I hope you brought a bathing suit,” Alice said. “Jack got this installed a few years ago and we never get to use it enough as we’d like, so I really want to see it put to good use.” Kelsey did bring a bathing suit, Bill had mentioned it. She looked at the clear blue water and smiled. She as looking forward to taking a dip at some point.
They re-entered the living room as Bill finished storing their cases upstairs. “Okay, you alright Kelsey? I have a game in a few minutes.”
“Seriously Bill? You’re gonna get home and just disappear?” Alice said reproachfully, but Bill just waved her off. “I made a commitment Mom, and poker won’t win itself” he said. He gave Kelsey a brief shoulder hug and then trotted upstairs.
“He’ll be locked away for a few hours now,” Alice said with a sigh.
“Yeah, I know how that is,” Kelsey replied softly. Alice looked at her and frowned. “I’m so sorry dear,” the older woman said. “And I feel even worse for leaving now, but I have a doctor’s appointment this afternoon. Will you be okay by yourself?”
“Sure,” Kelsey said. Maybe she could get a little more studying done. She had a test on Monday that promised to be fairly difficult if the professors earlier exams were any indication.
“Okay. Feel free to watch TV, eat anything in the fridge, take a dip in the pool. What’s ours is yours.” Alice gave Kelsey another warm hug, cupped her cheek, and then collected her things and disappeared out the front door.
The house was silent after the door clicked close. Upstairs, she knew Bill had closed his door and had headphones on, buried in an online poker tournament that could last for an hour or five. She walked slowly around the living room, looking at framed pictures on the walls. There was one of Bill as a child – he was a pretty cute kid, and definitely took after his mother in looks. Pictures of him in a little league, halloween costumes, first day of school pictures – and then she came across a photo of Bill’s mom and dad. This was the first time she had seen a picture of his dad.
In the photo, the man was tall and handsome and young – probably taken when Bill was a baby. His dark hair was shaggy and unkempt. He was clean shaven save for a small soul patch on his chin, and had his arm wrapped around Alice as they both looked like they were laughing as the picture was taken. Bill looked almost nothing like his dad, except for the eyes – they were identical.
Kelsey sighed and went upstairs to the bedroom they were staying in. She knocked, entered, and found Bill on his laptop, focused seriously on his screen. He didn’t even look up as she took of her shirt and jeans, leaving herself only in a white cotton pair of panties and bra. She tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, I’m gonna go for a swim, you want to come?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“Nope, I’m fifty bucks up and I can’t get out now,” he said without even looking at her. She sighed and rifled through her suitcase, pulling out the light green one piece swimsuit. She took it and went to the bathroom to put it on, then went downstairs to sit out on the deck.
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The pool water was relaxing and calm, especially in the warm sun. Kelsey let mind float away like her body, closing her eyes and stretching out on one of the inflatable chairs Bill’s parents had stacked up next to the fence. As her mind wandered, she began to imagine Bill coming down and seeing her here. Bill’s eyes traveling up and down her body. But it wasn’t Bill she was thinking about though… even in the fantasy, she knew she couldn’t even imagine Bill being so… forward. They would kiss occasionally, but he didn’t seem that interested in the physical side of a relationship. But that was good, right? “Boys only want one thing,” her dad had told her seriously, “and that means you need to be on guard. Be with a boy who respects you.” And Bill certainly did that. But it also meant that for so long now, she could only imagine what being desired really felt like.
So in her fantasy, there was a faceless man, tall, strong, with big arms and shoulders. He wore nothing but a set of swim trunks, showing off his hairy chest and legs. Her fantasy man smiled at her, his eyes devoured her body, and she felt a small tingle run through her legs and up between them. Keeping her eyes closed, she placed her hand on her neck and then ran it down her chest, to her breasts. She cooed softly and caressed herself, squeezing her right breast gently, then a bit harder as she imagined the faceless man pulling her chair to him, running his hands up her bare thighs. She bit her lower lip as her hand traveled down lower, across her stomach, to between her legs. She teased herself as the man in her fantasy teased her, dancing fingers in her inner thighs, closer and closer, until finally she grazed her pulsating pussy. She shivered in delight as her mystery man licked his lips. He would pull her from the chair into his arms and she would feel… that. His… penis. His dick. His cock. The word thrilled her. She had never seen one in real life, and to imagine one touching her… her pussy throbbed with desire. She pressed her finger against her clit and begin to slowly rub back and forth, letting the pleasure tingle all throughout her body.
She gasped lightly and arched her back, spreading her legs. The soothing water flowed into her seat and she opened her eyes to adjust… and standing not five feet away on the edge of the pool was a man standing at the edge, eclipsing the sun. The bright light shone almost like a halo around his head as he looked down at her, a soft, almost predatory smile on his face. “Oh God,” she yelped as she closed her legs in a flash.
“You must be Kelsey,” the man said as he knelt down. “Sorry, I didn’t want to bother you. You looked like you were busy.” As her eyes adjusted, his features came into focus. First it was the hair, dark and grey and shaggy. Then his sharp eyes, older and wiser, but the same eyes as Bill’s nonetheless. And finally his well formed and stately chin with a dark 5 o’clock shadow. He was wearing a grey suit with charcoal pants and a loosened red tie. He smiled again as she rolled her legs to the side, unwittingly giving him a glimpse of her asscheek.
“Oh God, Mr. Miller, I’m so sorry, your wife said…” she began to speak, but the man raised his hand, halting her. It was almost automatic.
“Don’t worry about it Kelsey. What’s ours is yours. I’m glad you’re… enjoying yourself.” He smiled again and Kelsey felt a flutter of apprehension and… something else swirl in her stomach. It couldn’t be the same feeling she was having earlier, in her fantasy, could it be? He had to have been watching her, but the embarrasment flowing through her body prevented her from saying anything.
“Where’s my lazy son?” Mr. Miller asked as he stood up. “I would have expected him to be out here given such a nice view.” Kelsey blushed as he glanced down with a smirk on his face. This was not what she expected. She didn’t know what she expected out of Bill’s dad – maybe an older version of him. But Mr. Miller had a gravitas that Bill completely lacked. A presence that felt almost suffocating even out in the open air.
“Um, he’s upstairs, playing poker,” she said.
“I should have known,” Mr. Miller sighed. “Oh well. He can play his little games, whie we get to know each other.” He grinned and Kelsey found herself smiling back at him. She couldn’t help it. The warmth in his voice matched the warmth in her stomach and she nodded in acquisence. “Okay,” she said softly.
“You stay there. I could use a dip myself.”
—-
A few minutes later, Mr. Miller emerged from the house wearing a t-shirt and swim trunks. His legs were muscled and toned – he obviously worked out. He pulled his shirt off and she found herself entranced as the sun hit his bronzed shoulders and broad chest. Her fantasy man had a face now – the resemblance to her imaginary seducer was uncanny in body type. Mr. Miller looked down at her and smiled again with a flash of white teeth and then sat down on the edge of the pool and slipped into the water with nary a ripple. He vanished underwater and she leaned over the side of the floating chair to see where he went… and suddenly she felt a wave as he emerged right next to her.
“Ah!” she gasped out in surprise. He was right next to her, one hand on the arm of her chair, and the other on her ankle. He was so close. His strong hand gripped her ankle firmly as he slowly spun her around to face him. Kelsey could feel his body heat this close, and he emitted some sort of energy she couldn’t quite place or understand. She had never experienced this kind of intense focus up close… his eyes seemed to bore into her, travelling from her eyes, down her neck to her collarbone, to her chest and stomach and she found herself pressing her thighs together with an anxious and anticipatory desire that was unfamiliar and yet intoxicating.
“You know, I was surprised when Bill told us he was bringing his girlfriend home for the weekend,” Mr. Miller said smoothly. “And I never thought you’d be this… cute.” He smiled again. The hesitation before saying ‘cute’ made her think he wanted to use a different word, but she didn’t know what it was. “Thank you Mr. Miller,” she said, her natural shyness coloring her words.
“No need to thank me, my dear,” he replied as he spun her around slowly again. “I’m just glad to finally meet you.” The fingers on her ankle massaged it tenderly and then slid upwards to her knee. She gasped softly and he chuckled. “Am I making you nervous?”
“N-no…” she said. “But…”
“I think we’ll have a really fun weekend,” Mr. Miller said, completely ignoring her, and his hand slid farther up to her thigh and she bit her lower lip in confusion. What was going on? This was the last thing she would have expected from Bill’s father. He hadn’t said anything about… well, anything like this!
“You want to have fun this weekend, right?” Kelsey’s head was spinning from the sudden escalation of his wandering hand, and found herself floating next to him. One of his arms was resting on her legs, his fingers softly massaging her thigh. He brought his other hand up to stroke her damp hair, down to her cheek, to her chin. She swallowed and looked at him, hoping for something, not sure what, but something to happen, and he leaned in towards her, his lips closing in and her eyes closed…
“Jack! I’m home, need some help!” Alice’s voice came from the house and just as quickly as it had appeared on her leg, his hands disappeared.
“Coming!” he called out. She opened her eyes and he was pulling himself from the pool. He looked back at her as he dripped water onto the stone and winked. “We’ll talk later,” he said softly, and then he grabbed a towel and disappeared into the house leaving Kelsey floating in the pool with a throbbing pussy.
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((This is the first part of a multi-part story. I’m posting this as I’m writing it, so I hope you enjoy this set-up. More to come.))
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xwfhs2/m42_f18_visiting_her_boyfriends_house_over_the