Fill In The Gaps: (First Time Younger Woman Steamy Older Man Backdoor Punishment Seduction)

by Annabel Knightley

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  Fill In The Gaps

  Annabel Knightley

  Copyright © 2014 Annabel Knightley

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  After class, Mandy loved to watch the sexy new neighbor, George, as he moved in to the house across the street. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of his hot, strong body and his mysterious dark eyes as he unpacked day by day.

  When Bill, a guy she hardly considers a friend, tells her that George was packing something big underneath, she couldn’t keep her mind off of it. Was it really that big? She needed to see for herself.

  She wanted her first time to be special, but someone she thought she knew had something else in mind. Lessons will be learned and many gaps will be filled.

  Warning: This story contains explicit adult themes and strong language. All characters are of legal age and this story is for mature audiences only.

  Disclaimer

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. All characters are consenting, legal adults. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Fill In The Gaps

  “I’ve heard some dirty things about him, like, he’s definitely packing stuff underneath, if you catch my drift.”

  My friend Bill was telling me about the new neighbor in town. He wasn’t really my friend; just some guy who lived close by that always bothered me.

  From what I saw, the new neighbor across the street was an older man, probably in his 30’s or 40’s; it was really hard to tell because his face didn’t have too many wrinkles. All I knew was that he looked amazing for whatever age he was. It was like he was one of those movie stars who just looked better and better with age.

  “Packing what? I thought he just moved in…” I joked.

  “Seriously Mandy? You really don’t know what I’m talking about?”

  Bill was rather impatient and couldn’t pick up on sarcasm. He obviously had a thing for me but I wasn’t really into him. I liked older men, which he was, but he seemed childish for a man of his age. He didn’t seem to be good at anything, or useful even. He was sort of just there. That and he was a bit pushy and smelled kind of funny.

  “Do you really not know what I mean when I say he’s packing stuff?” he asked.

  I rolled my eyes at him.

  Bill moved closer and put his hand on top of my skirt my skirt.

  “Get the fuck off of me!”

  “Calm down, Mandy. Just relax, I’ll show you what I mean,” he said, moving his hand up my thighs.

  “No, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

  I slapped him hard in the face and he grabbed my wrist, wrestling me onto the grass. It was a Sunday afternoon and I just got home from school. I decided to get a better look at my new neighbor as he moved in when Bill decided to join me — uninvited, as always.

  I grew up in a rough neighborhood before moving here so I was practically raised with a lot of troubled kids. This meant I was used to dealing with scenarios like this one.

  “Seriously, stop it Bill.”

  The grass was partially wet and I was getting really annoyed. I don’t know why but for some reason, Bill was stronger than he looked even though he was a scrawny old man. I was stuck under Bill with both of my arms held down above my head, unable to break free from his strong grip.

  “Come on, Mandy. Don’t fight it, I know you’ve wanted this as much as I have.”

  “Bill, what the fuck? Get off me!”

  Bill began kissing my neck and I cringed. He was much stronger than I was and nothing I did was working to get him off. I’m going to kick him in the balls so hard when I get the chance.

  Bill was always a creep so I wasn’t surprised, I just couldn’t believe someone that lived a few blocks away was trying to take advantage of me. On my front lawn, in broad daylight. What an idiot.

  I closed my eyes as he kissed my neck, hoping it would all stop soon. That’s when I heard a loud thud and Bill fell to the floor with blood dripping down his forehead and broken pieces of wood landed everywhere.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” the deep voice yelled.

  “I-I’m sorry,” Bill said as he crawled backwards against the staircase leading up to my front door.

  In an instant, Bill was suspended in the air by his neck and suddenly more and more people came out of their houses to watch.

  I rubbed my eyes and pulled my skirt down to get a better glimpse. It was my new, mysterious neighbor. He must have heard all of the ruckus and rushed to save me.

  This guy wasn’t a tiny man. No, he was huge and looked incredibly strong. I didn’t know humans could be suspended so easily like that until I saw him holding Bill in the air with one hand like he was some sort of ragdoll.

  I couldn’t look away. Part of me wanted it to stop because Bill was well known around this town, probably for being nosy and annoying, but another part of me wanted George to beat the shit out of Bill for whatever he was about to do to me.

  “Mister Guy… p-please stop,” Bill choked. “Please, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again!”

  George squeezed his neck tighter and I could see Bill’s face turn into a dark shade of blue. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked like he was on the verge of passing out.

  George released him and he fell to the floor holding his neck while gasping for air.

  “Get the fuck out of here. I don’t want to see you around this pretty little lady anymore, you hear me?”

  “Y-yes sir,” Bill said struggling to get up. He ran across the lawn like a cheetah that just got ass fucked.

  This mysterious man walked over to me and knelt down with a smile. “I’m George,” he said. George pulled me up and stared into my eyes.

  “Are you all right?”

  “I-I’m M-M-Mandy.”

  He grinned at my response. I’ve never seen a more beautiful man in my life. The expression in his eyes looked fierce, almost like he was mad but trying to be happy at the same time, and something about it turned me on. This wasn’t the first time I’ve had these feelings. I felt a similar way with a crush back in middle school, except this guy was a hundred times sexier. I tried to subdue them, but the feelings just kept coming back.

  It all started when he first pulled up in front of my house with his rental truck. I watched him from my window as he got out to unpack. He was shirtless and sweating harder and harder with every round. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of his well-defined abs and his large, muscular arms. I felt like a female version of Bill, but I really couldn’t help myself, I had to stare.

  George was a pretty big guy and I didn’t think he would be as sexy with his shirt on, but boy was I wrong.

  Every day for almost a week now, George always happened to pull up in front of my house ready to unpack, without his shirt on. I noticed a few of the other female neighbors checking him out, asking if he needed any help but he always smiled and denied.

  It was really hot today so he was glowing from the reflection of the sun against his sweat. He stood there strong and proud as the sweat poured down his hot body. His collarbones shun in the light and his cheeks were a hint of red.

  “I-I’m sorry a
bout that. He doesn’t usually go that far, I swear.”

  “Don’t move,” he said as he ran to his moving truck and back. He had a nice clean towel and began to wipe the sweat and gunk off my neck left over from Bill’s nasty-ass tongue.

  “Are you sure you’re alright, Mandy? I can have the cops over here in a second if you’d like.”

  The way my name slipped off his tongue made me melt. I wanted him there with all the neighbors still watching.

  “Yeah, it’s fine, George. He’s just weird, I’m sure he’s learned his lesson.”

  He stopped patting me with the towel and stared me in the eyes for a second. His piercing stare was intimidating and oddly entrancing.

  The only reason I couldn’t keep the stare was because I was so embarrassed. I looked down at the grass and wiped what was left over of Bill’s saliva off my neck with the back of my hand.

  “Did he hurt you?”

  “Not really, you came just in time.”

  He smiled and stood closer to me. His muscles were pumped from lifting Bill in the air. The sweat dripped slowly down his neck into his white t-shirt. George was glowing as he tried to catch his breath.

  “Let me get you a drink,” I offered.

  “No, no. It’s fine, I have plenty at home. Would you like to join me for a glass of lemonade or soda or something?”

  “Sure!” I said with a blush.

  I don’t know what came over me, this huge stranger who looked strong enough to rip a gorilla into pieces was inviting me in to his home and I just accepted. Maybe it was the shot of vodka that my friends from school poured into the orange juice in my water bottle.

  I really did only have one shot because they dared me to and the buzz I felt earlier was already going away. My heart was jumping out of my chest because of what just happened so I was in a bit of shock.

  “You do realize how bad that could have been? Good thing I moved in before it got any worse,” he said, his eyebrows scrunched.

  “Yeah, I’m sorry. Don’t worry about him, he’s kind of known to be the weirdo in the neighborhood. I just didn’t think he’d take it that far. It won’t happen again. I swear”

  “I remember that guy, he always gave me dirty looks while I unpacked. I didn’t know you two were friends.”

  “Hardly,” I sighed. “I hadn’t seen him in a while so I thought I’d be nice for once and let him stick around. He came by and wanted to gossip so I didn’t see any harm in it.”

  “He seems a bit old to be hanging out with girls your age!” he said. “How old are you?”

  “I-I’m old enough!” I replied. I hope he didn’t see me like a little girl or something, I mean, I am considered an adult now. George put his arm around my shoulder and held me closer. We hugged for a few seconds and he patted me on the head.

  I could feel his heart pumping in his chest. He was really worried about me and I felt so bad about everything.

  “Well, I’m glad you’re safe. Let’s go grab those drinks.”

  I nodded and followed him into his house. I could see all the women of the neighborhood giving me jealous looks. I stuck my tongue out at them and made my way in.

  “Look,” he placed the bottle of orange juice down on the table in front of us. “You seem like a smart, beautiful, intelligent girl. Are you sure you don’t want to press any charges or anything on him, even after all of that? He might be one of those sex offender guys, you know.”

  I looked into his beautiful eyes and nodded. Bill was a handful but he was harmless. Even though what he just did was terrible, I could that tell after the beating George gave him, he was going to stay far away from me from now on. I’m surprised George cared this much about my safety. He could have easily ignored the situation and let one of the other neighbor’s help or something, but he didn’t, and because of that, I owe him all my gratitude.

  He got me out of that crappy situation and now I felt obligated to grow into a strong, open-minded woman.

  “I hope I never see that boy again.”

  “He’s probably like 40 or something. He just looks like a boy cause he’s so scrawny and awkward.”

  “I know this wasn’t your fault, but I’ve experienced creepy guys like him before, so always be on guard.”

  I nodded. A smile came across my face and I looked away.

  George held my chin up and squinted. He brushed the hair from my face and gave me another pat on the head.

  “I should freshen up, I’m all gross from all that packing,” he said.

  “Oh, I’m sorry I used your towel.”

  “No, no. It’s fine, I have plenty anyways,” he smiled. “Hand me that over there please,” he said pointing at a shot glass in a half-empty box.

  I placed the shot glass on George’s palm and he slammed it down onto the table. He wiped the sweat from his head away with his forearm and lifted a bottle of whiskey out of a nearby box and began pouring a shot into the glass.

  “Have you ever drank before this?”

  “No,” I said.

  “Really?”

  “Really, this would be my first time if you offered.” I had many opportunities to drink in college, but I chose not to. My parents raised me to be sort of a goodie-good and what happened today was just a terrible slip in judgment. I’m not sure what came over me, maybe it was the thought that I’d get to kick Bill’s ass for once if I somehow got away, or maybe I had a strong feeling that sexy George here would save the day, but I really didn’t expect anything to happen the way it did.

  He gulped down the shot and poured in another. “Okay, well since you’re still not legally allowed to drink, I guess I can’t really offer you some can I?”

  “B-but—“

  “I’ll be right back, I need to go to the bathroom?”

  I never thought I’d be able to drink with my neighbor so I was stunned. He was right, but he didn’t know my real age. I just became an adult about a year ago and if there was anyone that would keep me safe if I drank, I'm sure it'd be him. At least that’s how I felt around him. He’s been so kind to me so far. He had a way of talking to me that made me feel comfortable and I didn’t feel pressured at all.

  I poured myself a shot and drank it as fast as I could while he was in the bathroom. It’s okay to fuck up sometimes, I said to myself. Just try not to fuck up too much, and make sure you learn from every experience.

  I took another shot slowly, drinking it in four gulps until I finished.

  “You know you’re supposed to down the entire thing in one gulp, right?” George said from behind the wall. Fuck, he caught me.

  “Yeah, but I think my mouth is too small,” I said.

  He chuckled and poured himself another shot. “For the record, I didn’t offer you any.”

  “Yeah, I’m sorry. I was just, you know, thirsty?” I said as I took a sip from my glass of orange juice.

  “Yeah, but after this, no more drinking until you’re 21. You have to promise me that.”

  “Okay, George. I promise!”

  “A-ha! I knew you weren’t 21,” he joked.

  Dammit. “Or am I?” I replied.

  George rubbed his chin as he looked at me. I’m really big on trust so if one of us made a promise, it was to be respected and never broken.

  “I promise not to say anything, don’t worry,” I said.

  “No worries, I didn’t see a thing,” he smiled back. “You were just in here to drink some orange juice.”

  My body felt strange after the second shot. I wasn’t sure how alcohol was supposed to make you feel but I guess I was starting to feel a little bit drunk.

  “One more for me before I get back to packing. After this, you can go back home, okay?” George said smiling.

  “Sure George!” I said with a smile. “I’m just going to pour myself one after you drink yours while you look over there at that unopened box, then we’ll just high five since we only have one shot glass so we can’t cheers,” I said.

  George laughed and lifted his ha
nd. “Cheers!” He took his shot and I grabbed his wrist in a panic.

  “Oh my god, you’re bleeding!”

  “What? Oh, I didn’t even notice,” he chuckled.

  I ran and grabbed some napkins on his kitchen counter.

  “Is it safe to drink when you’re bleeding?” I asked, wiping the blood from his hand.

  “Well, I’m alive,” he laughed.

  “Pour some alcohol on it,” he said.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yeah, just do it.” I grabbed the alcohol and poured a little on his cut. He closed his eyes and smiled, pretending like it was nothing.

  He pulled back a little because of the sting and I looked up and smiled at him.

  “It’s okay, George. I’ll fix you!”

  “Do you have any bandages?”

  “Yeah, there should be one under the counter.”

  After placing the bandage on his hand, I gave it a kiss. I hope he didn’t hurt himself too bad and I felt even more ashamed that the only reason he got injured was to because he had to save me.

  “Thanks, beautiful,” he said pouring another glass before leaving the room, which I think he meant to pour for me.

  I managed to drink the shot in two gulps this time.

  “Good girl,” he said from behind the wall. “You did it!”

  George’s face was flushed and I started to feel the alcohol. It made me excited for some reason and I thought that maybe now was a good time to tell him about my feelings. It’s weird how brave alcohol can make a person.

  “George, you were really incredible back there,” I said, giggling. “Like some kind of super hero or something.”

  Even though I started college, I didn’t sleep with any of the guys. There were many hot students walking around campus but I never really found them attractive enough to sleep with. I found it awkward to even think about private parts touching each other.

  Although I had these thoughts, I wouldn’t reject George if he wanted to do anything. I think I unconsciously saved myself for him.