Freshman (First Time 3)

After we were finished with dinner, my dad and Jake walked over to the bar cart in the corner of his living room. Dad was patting his back and nodding emphatically as they talked just out of earshot of the rest of us, and it occurred to me that we’d all pointedly avoided talking about Lenore all night. I took the moment to volunteer to clear the table.

I was in the kitchen, poking around the cabinet underneath the sink for the switch to the garbage disposal when he must have first walked in. The water was running in the sink, along with the dishwasher running next to me, which is why I never heard him until I heard the loud “Whoops!” from behind me. My head whipped around at the sound, and I think both of us froze in that moment of realization.

You see, looking for that garbage disposal switch, I’d been bent over at the waist, one hand on my knee as I peered into the darkness beneath the sink. And as I whirled around at Mr. Harding’s exclamation, it’d only taken me half a second to realize what he was staring at with his face bright red and his eyes wide and so hungry looking.

The skirt I’d worn that night was hardly inappropriate; if I was standing up, or even sitting down with my legs crossed, or beneath a dining room table. Bent over at the waist, however, was another matter altogether, and between the piercing focus of his eyes and the sudden feeling of air tickling up the bare backs of my thighs and my butt, I suddenly grasped exactly what was happening.

My skirt was pulled right up over my ass, and just as he’d walked into the kitchen, Jake Harding had gotten an absolute eyeful of my tight young ass, split right down the middle by my thong panties.

There was a moment where I just froze; just deer in a headlights frozen, and Jake had the same look. But quickly, after possible the longest single second of my entire life, I stood up, blushing furiously and smoothing my skirt down. Mr. Harding quickly looked away, as if the refrigerator had suddenly and raptly caught his attention. And just like that, we both pretended that he hadn’t just seen right up my skirt to my thong panties pulled tight across my pussy, and that I hadn’t linger just a second longer than necessary in letting him.

Jake quickly smiled at me, his face probably as red as mine as he quickly moved past me to the kitchen counter with the stack of dishes in his hands.

“So! School is good?”

I could still feel my pulse racing, and I nodded at him as I swallowed heavily and tried to slow the pounding of my heart.

“Yeah, it’s- it’s good.”

He smiled at me as we stood there another second or two in not necessarily awkward silence, but silence none-the-less; just both of us lingering a bit too long in the moment.

“You, uh- you really do look great, Chelsea,” he growled. “You’ve really grown up up there at school.”

Mr. Harding ran a hand through his thick chestnut hair and smiled warmly at me as I sat there blushing like an idiot and wanting him more than I’d ever wanted him before for it.

“Thanks.”

*****

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.