by Anya Aurelie
But I didn’t dare try to repeat the experience. It was too risky. If my dad found out, I didn’t know what he’d do — but I wouldn’t have put it past him to kick me out of the house and stop speaking to Jamie, despite all their long years of their friendship.
So I tried to put Dad’s friends out of my mind….mostly.
I couldn’t help but spy, though. After all, Nate was so close, his house only yards from ours, and every time I saw him through the windows I couldn’t help but look. This was the first time I’d caught him naked, though, and I couldn’t have pried my eyes away if my dad, all my professors, and my childhood principal had walked in and demanded that I do so.
As I watched, Nate took his cock into his hand, and began slowly stroking up and down it. Then he grabbed his balls and squeezed for a moment before returning to his cock. I wondered what he was thinking about. I stared in rapt attention as he began lazily jerking himself, my breath growing shallow.
I couldn’t believe my luck. I imagined myself kneeling in front of Nate in that bathroom, taking his cock into my mouth. Afterward he’d turn me around and press my naked body up against the sink, plunging inside of me from behind. His cock was huge, I could see, and I knew he’d fill me up fully and stretch me wide open around it.
To my dismay, Nate stepped into the shower then, and was gone from view. Just knowing what he was doing at exactly that moment, though, was enough to almost send me over the edge. Moving away from the window, I collapsed onto my bed and pushed my hand inside my panties, shoving two fingers deep into my tight, hot cunt.
I spread my legs wide open and imagined that it was Nate who was pushing inside of me. Within a couple of minutes, my hand was soaked with my juices, and I was completely lost in the moment. A minute more, and the imaginary Nate was beginning to pour his cum deep into my pussy, throbbing and filling me with it, and my clit began to throb too.
I was breathing hard, and my orgasm was incapacitating. It felt like my whole body was throbbing. I could feel my pussy squeezing down on my fingers, clenching and unclenching around them, and I wondered if Nate was coming too at exactly that same moment, yards away in his own house.
I wanted to know so badly what he looked like when he came. But I would have to content myself with my own imagination. I knew one thing, though: In the next few days and weeks, the amount of time I spent at that window, hoping to catch another glimpse of Nate naked, would increase exponentially. I wondered if I’d ever be so lucky again.
***
The next morning, I lay in bed, barely conscious in the early-morning light. A sound had woken me up, but I didn’t know what it was. In my half-asleep confusion, I listened.
There it was again: knocking.
“Amber?” my dad’s voice called through the door.
Ugh. “Dad, what? I’m sleeping!” I called back in irritation.
“Time to get up! Want to go for a run?”
I groaned and threw a pillow at the door. I was not a morning person. “No!” I said. “You know I hate running, and it’s way too early to get up.”
“It’s seven-thirty,” he said. “I’m heading out for a run before work. If you don’t want to go, I’ll ask Nate, but I thought it might be fun.”
“No. That sounds awful.” I rolled over and faced the wall, where it was darker. I hoped I’d be able to get back to sleep. I didn’t have class until eleven, and there was no way I was getting up now. Why couldn’t he just let me make my own decisions?
“Suit yourself,” Dad said, and I sighed in relief when I heard his footsteps receding.
But I couldn’t get back to sleep. I lay in bed trying not to think about Nate getting all sweaty out there, running around the neighborhood with my dad. I wondered whether I’d catch him showering afterward, and the thought filled me with hope.
By the time Dad came home from his run, I’d given up on getting back to sleep. I pulled myself out of bed and peeked through the window toward Nate’s house, hearing the shower turn on in the room next to me. Nate was nowhere to be seen, though. Disappointed, I waited until I heard the shower stop, and a few minutes later Dad’s voice called out, “Bye, Amber! Heading to work!”
“Bye,” I called back. I lazily stripped off my pajamas and stood in my bedroom naked, trying to decide whether to masturbate before heading into the shower. If I’d caught a glimpse of Nate, even fully clothed, that would’ve tipped the scales, but I decided just to go straight to the shower.
Fully naked and still half asleep, I walked down the hall and pushed open the bathroom door — and stopped, startled.
Nate was standing in the bathroom, also completely naked and reaching for the shower knob. His godlike body was on full display in front of me, just like I’d seen from the window the day before…just like I’d seen in my fantasies over and over again.
“Oh! I — I’m so sorry,” I said quickly. “I didn’t know you were here.” I started backing out of the room, but couldn’t take my eyes off his body.
Nate straightened up and stared right at me, his eyes taking in my own nakedness. “Amber,” he said, his voice catching in his throat. He looked like he was trying to force himself to look away, but was having the same trouble I was with actually making his eyes comply.
I peered at him, freezing in place now. “So what are you doing here?” I asked. Yes, maybe I was stalling. Maybe I wanted another moment in his presence. From the look on his face, he didn’t mind seeing me naked too much either.
“I’m having some plumbing problems,” he said. “The plumber’s coming over later, but in the meantime Roger told me I could shower over here.” He looked flushed, and I wasn’t sure whether it was left over from the run or from being in the presence of his best friend’s naked nineteen-year-old daughter. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to…I didn’t know you were here either.”
“That’s okay,” I said, laughing. “It’s not like the door was open.” So why couldn’t I walk back out? Why couldn’t I force my legs to move me away from there, give him the privacy he deserved to take his shower?
Without meaning to, I glanced down at his cock. It was starting to harden in front of me, and I couldn’t help but stare. I glanced back up at his face and felt his eyes searing into me. He was attracted to me. He was getting hard just looking at me.
And so instead of turning and walking back out the bathroom door, I stepped forward, toward him.
“What are you doing?” he asked, but his voice was husky and low.
“It’s so big,” I whispered, watching it inflate more and more right before my eyes.
Nate looked conflicted, the desire swirling on his face with something something darker, the knowledge that this was so wrong, that if we were caught my dad would never forgive either of us.
He sucked in a breath and reached out a tentative hand toward my breast. His fingers were shaking, and I could tell he was having the exact same dilemma I was. We were alone in the house, with nothing and no one to stop us from doing exactly what we wanted to do to each other.
Nate’s fingers closed around my breast, then pulled back and stroked my nipple in tiny movements. He pinched it into a point, and I felt blood pulsing toward my clit, felt my nipples hardening at his touch. “You’re so fucking hot,” he breathed. “How could Roger leave me alone in this house with you?”
My heart beat faster, and I smiled up at him. He was almost a foot taller than I was, and probably twice as heavy, full of muscle. His cock was fully erect now, thick and long. I stared at it in awe, wanting nothing more than to feel its warmth in my hand, and in my mouth. In my pussy.
“We shouldn’t,” he groaned, as if reading my thoughts, but as he said it he closed the space between our bodies and pressed his bulk up against me. I could smell his sweat from the run, could feel his warm muscles against my chest. My breasts bore into his body, pushing into his skin with my nipples.
Nate’s hand reached for me again, stroking my side and then down to grab my ass. His fingers sent shivers through my bod
y. His cock was pressing into my stomach, but I didn’t dare touch it. Slowly, as though it didn’t count if he moved only incrementally, inch by inch, he moved his hand between my legs. My breath got shallow as I felt him getting closer and closer to my clit, to my hole.
I shifted a fraction of an inch toward him, and his finger was on my slick clit. I knew I was wet even before he moaned, “Wow.”
And then I grabbed his cock, pulling away from him just far enough to fit my hand between our bodies. I wrapped my whole hand around the width of it and squeezed it between my fingers. It was strong and firm, like a muscle itself, and I felt a gush of wetness in my pussy upon touching it.
Nate had thrown his head back in pleasure when I’d touched him, but now he seemed to gather up everything he had and pulled away from me, pulled his cock out of my hand.
“Amber,” he said, his voice pained, “we shouldn’t. You’re Roger’s daughter. He’s one of my oldest friends. He’d kill me.”
“I know,” I said. But my fingers crept back toward his cock, and a moment later I was stroking it gently, up and down the length of it. Nate pushed into my hand, fucking it like a pussy, in and out of my fist. His precum lubricated my hand, and I could feel myself throb, wanting him inside of me.
He picked me up then, all of a sudden, and set me down on the countertop next to the sink. I lay back, resting my head and shoulders on the mirror and staring back at him with a grin. He couldn’t resist me. That felt good.
Then Nate spread my legs open, and I let him, exposing my naked pussy to him. He knelt down in front of me, and I felt his breath getting nearer and nearer to my skin, until his tongue was on my sensitive nub, licking me and causing me to moan in pleasure and spread my legs wider to him.
He stood up after a minute and pushed first one and then a second finger deep inside of me. I sucked in a breath at the sudden feeling of him spreading my cunt open around his fingers, my eyes opening wide. He grinned at me and massaged my insides, pushing into my G spot and tickling my clit with his thumb at the same time.
Oh fuck, this was so dirty and wrong…and so deliciously sexy.
He pulled out of me then and rubbed the moisture from my pussy onto my breasts, one at a time, lubricating them with the juices and then sliding his thumb and middle finger off my nipple over and over. I felt his fingers popping off my skin and almost came right then, without any further stimulation.
Nate’s eyes were dark with desire, and I knew that neither one of us could stop now. I reached out again and grabbed his cock, and he pushed eagerly toward me. Then I doubled over on the counter and leaned into him. I took his cock into my mouth. It was warm and big, and it stretched my lips wide around it. He seemed hesitant, but spellbound.
I could taste the salty precum on my lips, and I opened up as wide as I could, getting his cock nice and wet. I took it deeper and deeper into my mouth, pretending I’d done this plenty of times before, but I don’t think he was fooled. He seemed to get even harder when he realized my inexperience, and he helped guide his cock in and out of my mouth.
Nate grabbed my hair by the back of my head and began fucking my face, faster and faster, and I allowed him to use me, loving it. When I glanced up at him as his cock thrust in and out of my mouth, I saw that he was staring down at me, watching himself disappear between my lips. The look on his face was one of concentration mixed with pleasure mixed with helplessness — as though he desperately wanted to quit but couldn’t.
I knew the feeling.
As I watched, Nate’s eyes shifted and I saw him looking in the mirror above my body. I knew he was staring at my ass in the reflection, and I wiggled it for him. One hand still held my hair, and the other wandered down my body and slapped my ass gently as I sucked on him.
He was so big. I tried to take more of him into my mouth, but couldn’t get him any further in. I gagged when I tried, and he pulled out a little to let me breathe.
Then he released himself from my mouth all the way, dripping with my saliva, and I sat up. His eye glinted at mine as he moaned my name again. “Your mouth felt so good,” he said.
“My pussy will feel good too,” I assured him, and watched the statement roll over his face in a fit of barely controlled lust.
Nate picked me up as though I were weightless and set me on my feet, then guided me to the bathtub. He folded me over it so that I was standing up but leaning down over the tub on my elbows, my ass straight up in the air. He stood behind me and slapped me again, three times on each side. I felt the sting of his hand and jumped each time he struck me, my pussy getting wetter and wetter.
Then, finally, he spread my ass cheeks wide open, and I knew he was staring at my exposed pussy. Keeping me open in front of him, I felt him position something blunt and wet against my tight hole, and then push. His cock slid into my cunt slowly, and even as turned on as I was he barely fit. I felt stretched tight around him, and I took in a sharp breath, trying to relax to let him deeper in.
Sensing my tension, Nate pulled out a little way, then pushed back in more slowly. This time he inched further inside of me. He pulled out again and pushed a third time, and then he was all the way inside of me. This was only the second time I’d been fucked, and I couldn’t believe that both times had been with my dad’s friends. What kind of a daughter was I?
But there was no time to consider the question, because as soon as Nate was all the way inside my body he began thrusting, holding my hips in place and moving his slick cock in and out of me. I braced myself against the edge of the tub, feeling split apart in the most wonderful way.
“Fuck, you were right, your pussy is amazing,” he grunted, and increased the pace.
“I can’t even believe you fit inside of me,” I said, glancing back at him with a wicked smile.
“Never tell your dad,” he said, as he thrust back into me with even more force.
“Never,” I agreed. He began pounding me faster, and then reached around with one hand to squeeze my breast, claiming it, as he thrust. The other hand remained on my hip, bracing me against his movements.
I could hear his balls slapping against me and wished I could see the view he saw, his thick rod disappearing inside of me and reappearing even slicker than before.
I carefully lifted one hand off the tub and reached between my legs. God, my clit was wet. I stroked myself as he fucked me from behind, tracing tight circles over the engorged skin.
Soon, the combination of my fingers and his cock on and in me had me breathing in shallow breaths, gulping at the air, and a moment later I knew I was about to come. I could feel the sensation building inside of me, growing with every breath I took and every thrust Nate made into me, every circle of my finger on my clit.
And then the bubble burst within me and I mewed out my release like a cat, unable to hold back, almost screaming in pleasure. I could feel my pussy clenching his cock, gripping and ungripping around him.
“Come for me, Amber,” he begged, and I only throbbed harder at his words. My dad’s best friend was giving me an orgasm, and it was amazing. I couldn’t imagine a better one, had never given myself a better one on my own or imagining Nate’s cock while staring at him through his window. It may even have been better than the orgasm Jamie had given me two weeks earlier, when he’d popped me open for the first time. Then, I hadn’t known what to expect. It had felt amazing, but it had felt so new and different too. This time, I had known more what it would be like, and that allowed me to relax a bit and just enjoy it.
I turned my head and looked back at Nate, stared him in the eyes as I the pleasure continued to wrack my body. Then finally, it was over, and he stopped moving with his cock deep inside of me, as though he knew I’d need a moment to catch my breath, as though he knew that my pussy would be way too sensitive for him to keep going for a moment.
I loved how experienced he was. I loved how he could read me and my body unlike any boy my age.
To my surprise, though, rather than waiting for me to recover and
then starting back up again, Nate pulled out of me. I stood up, almost dizzy from the orgasm, and looked at him questioningly.