I set us down on the couch in her living room, laying her out and along it with her legs still draped over my lap as I leaned over to peer carefully into her face. ”Do you feel nauseous? Any sort of ringing in your ears or blurring in your vision?"
I was leaning down close over her, genuinely concerned, but also trying way harder than I should’ve had to to keep my eyes on hers and not let them drift over the mouth watering expanse of teen flesh barely contained in that tiny little bikini. Her body felt so warm next to mine, her skin practically buzzing against mine where my arm cradled her head as I leaned down close over her.
"No, no; I'm ok." She looked up at me, blushing. And suddenly I was remembering everything we’d started to talk about before the phone and before her slipping, and of course, everything about the other night. And then I was very acutely aware that the girl in my arms, wet, blushing, and practically naked was the girl I’d watched finger her pussy to orgasm in her bedroom window the other night.
And I was instantly rock hard.
Instantly, every thought I’d had before about screwing this girl’s brains out, about showing her how a man fucks and dumping every drop of my cum inside of her tight little pussy came rushing back.
“Mr. Harding, about the other night.” She looked up at me, blushing brightly, her pink tongue dancing out to wet those perfect, utterly fuckable lips. “I’m sorry if I crossed any sort of line the other night, when- you know, when…”
She trailed off, and her sudden bashfulness had this insanely erotic effect on me, consider what I’d watched her do the other night. Considering what she’d watched me do, too.
"I'm not,” I growled outlaid, before I could stop myself. “Sorry that you did, that is.”
She went quiet and bit that bottom lip as she looked up into my eyes. Every single part of my brain was screaming at me that this was a bad idea. Every single cell up there was doing everything it had to get me to get up, walk the fuck away from this situation and get out before I did something stupid.
Except, I wasn’t thinking with my brain anymore; not with a girl as sexy as original sin like this draped under me.
"I liked watching you, Mr. Harding,” she said quietly.
I watched the conflict of excitement and fear play out over her face. "Chelsea-"
"In fact, I think about it all the time, I-" She paused and bit her lip again, swallowing heavily. "I think you all the time when I touch myself, actually.”
I literally groaned out loud, my jaw going tight and my eyes blazing as I stared hungrily at her young body.
“Chels- Shit, I-" I looked around the room wildly. “I should go."
I should get the fuck out of here before I do something stupid. Something like fuck the shit out of this girl just like she wants me to.
"You don't want to hear about how I play with my tight, young pussy, just thinking of you like that? How I imagine you fucking me and just pumping your cum into me?”
My jaw dropped at the dirty words coming out of that sweet young mouth. "Chelsea, we shouldn't-"
"I loved watching you, Mr. Harding."
And just like that, I felt the very last shred of willpower drop from my face. Just like that, I shoved decorum, and rational thought, and the fact that Mike was my buddy out of my head, and I just went for it.
She gasped as I suddenly pulled her small body tight against me as my lips crushed into hers. She moaned hungrily, opening her lips to my tongue as I groaned into her mouth. All the scattered thoughts in my head went wild as those perfect young lips melted into mine, but I growled and shoved them aside as I concentrated on taking that innocent mouth with my own and making it mine.
My big hands slid down and around the bare skin of her waist, pushing her against the couch as I kissed her hard and pressed myself against her. She gasped loudly as my mouth broke away from her lips to nip and suck at her neck, and she threw my head back against the cushions behind her as I sucked at the delicate and sensitive skin at her collarbone. She hugged me to her hard, rolling her hips against me as if needing me, wanting me as badly as I wanted her.
I knew she could feel the throbbing bulge in my shorts pulse against her thigh then as I pressed against her. My hands slid down from her waist to slide around and cup at her ass, my fingers slid
ing just beneath the elastic edge of the bikini to grip tightly at her bare young skin. I pulled her against me, grinding myself against that small, tight body as she clung to me, pushing back with her hips and grinding herself against my bulge.
“Oh, Mr. Harding!” She gasped and moaned into my ear. My cock throbbed at the sound of that innocence in my ear; roared at the thought of taking that innocence and making mine. Her hands slid up my bare torso, running over the hard muscles of my back as she clutched me tightly.
"Chelsea, honey, this is so wrong!” I growled, as her mouth sought my face, my neck. Her mouth latched onto the skin there and I grunted as I felt those tender lips suck at my neck.
"We shouldn't be doing this! You're- Jesus, you're way too young!" This was the girl from next door. I was friends with her fucking parents for God’s sake. I was a recently divorced, thirty-nine year old man, and this tight, barely legal nineteen year old should’ve been the last girl in the world writing against me on that couch
She gasped as she slid her mouth up to my ear. “I'm old enough, Mr. Harding" She panted, sucking on my earlobe to punctuate.
I growled. “I know, honey, but this is bad, we-"
“Let me show you how bad I can be, please Mr. Harding?”