Author: MeadeGunn

The Second-Floor Window’s Lit and the First-Floor Shotgun’s Loaded [MF] [Part 2]

[*Link to Part 1*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mpba8h/the_secondfloor_windows_lit_and_the_firstfloor/)

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# The Second-Floor Window’s Lit and the First-Floor Shotgun’s Loaded

**Part 2**

^(By Meade Gunn)

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Jake was staring down a screaming barrel of death. Whenever Roselyn had wanted some action in the last few months, she’d been turning on a red lightbulb in her room to summon him. An ideal arrangement to have with the girl next door. Tonight however, he’d been drawn like a moth to the flame by her father, who’d used their signal as a trap and surprised him with his shotgun.

“Now you listen. Both ears.” Roselyn’s father said, cocking his shotgun once more and sending an unspent shell flying. “You’re going to climb right back out that fucking window you came in through or Roselyn won’t need no special lightbulb to see red in her. You fucking understand me?”

For once in his life, Jake formed words under distress. “Yes, sir.”

“Git!” He said, charging forward with his shotgun. Read more »

The Second-Floor Window’s Lit and the First-Floor Shotgun’s Loaded [MF] [Part 1]

# The Second-Floor Window’s Lit and the First-Floor Shotgun’s Loaded

*^(By Meade Gunn)*

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It was like any other cookie-cutter home on Maple Avenue. Like the other’s it came in three colors, but offered only one of two floor layouts. Roselyn lived in one and Jake lived in the other. Besides their mirrored floor layouts, every inch of the house was the same, even the color.

When Jake saw Roselyn’s second-floor window lit with a red lightbulb at the top of the cul-de-sac, he knew she was aching for some late-night action. On the first floor however, he knew was her father. Happy for his shotgun to get just as much action that night.

Little brain called the shots tonight.

Jake’s Air Jordans whispered across the grass of his backyard as he made his way toward their shared fence line and toward Roselyn’s house.

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Just yesterday, Jake’s mirrored aviators hadn’t fooled Roselyn’s father as he studied her bikini-clad body poolside on their property while he sipped on beer from his. He’d stolen the beer from his father and slightly-underage drinking was a mark of character not appreciated by that man. Read more »