We said our goodbyes later at the front door, giving our best to Jake and thanking him for dinner.
He gave my mom a quick kiss on the cheek, high-fived Dennis, and shook my dad's hand warmly on the way out. As I passed by him though, he paused, freezing slightly before he pulled me in for a hug. I felt heady surge of heat grip my body as he pulled me close, even if it was for just a moment. The feeling was electric; just like that time before way back at my birthday when he'd hugged me close. And this time, just as before, I felt whole body glow and tingle under his touch.
"Welcome home, Chelsea" He had that same slightly confusing look in his eye as he had in the kitchen before. He grinned at me once more before I turned and followed my parents back across the lawns to our house.
Chapter 7
Chelsea
Later that night in my room after dinner, I found myself looking out the back window. It's not like I actually thought I was going to see him or anything, but so much of my attraction to this man stemmed from watching him from this very spot that it was almost a second nature thing to do when I thought of him.
That night though, in the darkness of the backyard, I suddenly saw a light flick on in the second floor window by the back of the house. I knew just from growing up next to the Hardings and from being in their house before that the master bedroom was on the other side of the house from the one facing ours across the driveways, but that the room that had just had the light clicked on was Jake's home office. I found myself blushing and quickly stepping behind the curtains as I had so many times watching him mow the lawn, or exercising, or fixing up his car. I could see him then, stepping into the light of the open window as he rummaged around his desk for something for other.
This time though, things were different; of course. This time, I wasn't just the shy girl from next door trying to secretly spy on her crush. This time, I was older, I was more ready, and there was one less thing holding me back.
And so this time, I found myself stepping out from behind the curtain in my semi-darkened room, standing there in my small sleep shorts and button-up pajama shirt. It took a second, with him still poking around his desk, but suddenly as if he knew he was being watched, he stood up straight and turned right towards the window.
I pretended that I didn’t see him, as if I was distracted by something else in my room and not aware that I was standing right in the window. But, out of the corners of my eyes, I could see his eyes flash as they saw me, right across from him, and I blushed forced myself not to turn and wave or anything. I could see the look on his face harden, his jaw tightening a little as he took in the sight of me.
And right then, all I could think about was how good he’d feel; how amazing I knew he'd make me feel as he took me for the first time. The naughty thought brought a pink flush to my cheeks, and I found myself biting my lip.
Suddenly, for no real reason that I can think of now besides that this new me was feeling extra naughty, and extra adventurous, a really salacious thought came into my head.
I knew my own parents were downstairs of my own house, my brother in his own room on the other side of the house. But apart from them, it was just the two of us - just Jake and I - not twenty-five feet across the way from each other. And right then, I wanted him as badly as ever, and maybe thats where my naughty idea came from.
I kept my head turned, as if focused on something across the room and totally oblivious to the fact that my curtains were opened. I grinned wickedly, and slowly I brought my hands up to my shirt. My fingers began to find the buttons at the front of my shirt, and then as I strained my sight out of the corners of my eyes, I could see the blaze in his.
I grinned, feeling his smoldering eyes bore into me as my fingers began to loosen one, and then another, and another of the buttons; slowly moving down my slender body as I undid more and more. Jake's face looked red and his eyes wild, and I could just catch the movement of him glance quickly out the window at the downstairs window, where my parents were in the living room below me.
I felt an erotic shiver shoot through me as I opened my shirt for him, shrugging it off my slender form as I stood there illuminated by the moonlight in my bedroom window. Without hesitating, I reached behind me and unhooked my simple white lace bra, before letting it drop slowly down my arms and off of my body.
Again, I didn't have all the curves some girls had. But what I'd considered gawky and too skinny back in high school, I guess I now thought of as slender and sexy. Besides that, Mr. Harding certainly seemed to like my slender frame, and my small but perky and sensitive breasts. And as I slowly bared my body to him then, I could see the sharp intake of breath, the flush in his face, the way his jaw tightened and his eyes flashed at me that told me he was very Okay with what he was seeing.
When my hands dropped to the front of my shorts, I could see his body stiffen all the more, and as he quickly glanced behind him, he dropped his own hand to the front of his jeans and slowly stroked it over the huge bulge growing there. I grinned to myself, feeling my breath catch.
Oh my goodness.
And it was right then that I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He wasn’t just not looking away, or trying to sneak furtive looks. He was standing right in the window across from me stroking his hardness right through his jeans. Even if he didn’t think I could see him already, all it would take was one turn of my head to see him there plainly, and the fact that he just didn’t seem to care if I did had my pussy throbbing with heat.
And so, I made my move.
I turned towards him, my small tits right out in the open for him as I took a deep breath and drew my eyes right up to his.
He may have played it coy before, maybe he’d felt awkward or flustered with our meeting earlier. But here watching me - the girl next door, in my window - seemed to have jolted him back into it all. And when our eyes met, he didn’t dart away, or hide. He didn’t even move his hand away from the bulge in his jeans. Instead, his eyes just flashed fire at me, and I found myself nodding slowly at him as we locked gazes.
I wanted this; I wanted to show him every part of me.
I turned as I hooked my thumbs into my shorts and began to slowly slide them down and ease them over my tight little ass. I glanced at him coyly over my shoulder as I pulled them down, showing him my ass and the tiny thong slipped tight between my cheeks. I could see Mr. Harding groan quietly, and saw his hand began to stroke the thick bulge in his pants harder and more purposefully now that we weren’t hiding or pretending. I moaned quietly to myself, loving that I was having this effect on him; that as inexperienced and young as I was, I could have that sort of power over this much older, much more experienced man. The naughtiness of it all was like a drug to me, and I realized as I turned back to him that my panties were soaking wet for him.
As I stood there shyly, half in moonlight and half in shadow, I slowly hooked my fingers into the side of my tiny panties. I could see Mr. Harding's eyes blazing as they stared at me, and as I shivered under his gaze, I slowly pulled the thin material to the side.
He groaned then, his face tightening and his finger going to the zipper at the front of his shorts. I gasped quietly as he pulled it down for me, and then again as he reached inside. But it was when he slowly pulled his hand back out that my eyes went wide and my jaw about hit the ground when I saw the thick, gorgeous cock wrapped tightly in his hand.
As he held it - the huge, fat shaft pulsing in his fist - I let my fingers slide gently down over the soft folds of my slit. I could see his jaw tighten as I did and he started to stroke his hand up and down his big dick as I began to explore my young pussy for him in the window.
It felt so dirty, playing with my pussy like that for Mr. Harding; so slutty, and that wasn’t a feeling I’d ever felt before. But at the same time, I loved how it made me feel. I love that I was his little barely legal slut, stripping and playing with myself for him like his own private porn show.
Jake's hand was moving faster and faster up and down his throbbing cock, and I groaned and let my own fingers slide deep into my folds. His jaw tightened again as he watched me penetrate myself, watched how the soft light of the moon glistened on my wet, sticky fingers as they slid in and out of my tight cunt. He watched how my young innocent face scrunched up with pleasure as my thumb brushed against my clit. We stood like that, just watching the other as our own pulses raced higher and higher and we both barreled along towards the inevitable; the sexy, totally forbidden and unbelievably taboo inevitable.