by Ray Gordon
Desiree did her best to relax as he pulled her T-shirt up and exposed her naked breasts. Until now, no one had seen her mammary spheres, the ripe teats of her brown nipples. Embarrassment flooded her as he scrutinised her teenage breasts and she wondered whether they were big enough. Some of the girls at college were huge with deep cleavages. Hoping that Tony was happy with her petite mounds, she felt a quiver run through her young body as he encircled each nipple in turn with his fingertip.
‘They’re beautiful,’ he whispered, squeezing the hardness of her mammary spheres. ‘You have perfect tits, Desiree. Hard and pointed…They’ve developed into perfect tits.’
‘Yes,’ she said, not sure what to say.
‘They’re so hard. And your nipples are so long and suckable.’
Sucking her ripe nipple into his hot mouth, tonguing the sensitive protrusion, he slipped his hand beneath her skirt and massaged the soft swell of her tight panties. She could feel her clitoris stiffening, her juices of arousal seeping between her fleshy vaginal lips as he sucked hard on her erect nipple. How far did he intend to go? she wondered. Would he want full-blown sexual intercourse? She wasn’t ready for that. This was getting out of hand, going too fast for her. Fondling and massaging was one thing, but to have sex with him…
‘It’s all right,’ he whispered as her wet nipple slipped out of his mouth. ‘Just relax. I promise I won’t go too far.’
His words comforting her, she again closed her eyes as he sucked on her elongated milk teat and squeezed the firm mounds of her young breasts. As his fingers pulled her panties aside and massaged the fleshy swell of her moist outer labia, she let out a gasp. The feel of his intimate caress sent her into a dreamlike state and she parted her thighs further. This was heaven, she mused in her sexual delirium. This was what he’d wanted to do. This was love.
His finger slid deep into her hot vagina; this was the first time she’d been touched, the first time she’d found heaven. Her vaginal muscles tightened, hugging his finger, and she recalled masturbating the previous evening. The sensations had gripped her naked body, taken her to hitherto unknown heights of sexual ecstasy. Would Tony now take her to orgasm? she wondered. Opening her legs, allowing him access to the most intimate part of her teenage body, she hoped she’d experience another mind-blowing orgasm.
Writhing on the sofa, breathing heavily as he massaged the creamy walls of her tightening vagina, she wondered whether his penis was erect. Should she reach out and touch him there? she mused, as he slipped his finger out of her vagina and again caressed her solid clitoris. Should she run her hand up and down the hard shaft of his penis and bring out his sperm? She was learning, she mused. Learning, experiencing…
‘God,’ she whispered, trembling uncontrollably as he massaged her solid clitoris faster. Tremors of ecstasy rolled though her young body. She threw her head back and parted her thighs to the extreme as he continued to suck on her sensitive nipple and masturbate her. His teeth bit gently into her nipple, adding to her immense sexual pleasure. Suddenly she jumped as the doorbell rang out. Tony sat up, his fingers leaving her yearning clitoris as he gazed at Desiree.
‘Who the hell’s that?’ he whispered.
‘It’s probably my mum,’ she said, leaping up from the sofa and adjusting her clothing.
‘That’s bloody bad timing.’ He sighed, walking into the hall.
It was bad timing, Desiree reflected. Her panties wetting with her flowing pussy-milk, her clitoris yearning for attention, she again pondered on the future. A relationship with Tony was impossible, she decided. What with her mother lurking and Tony working away…She’d hoped that, living next door to each other, they’d have been able to spend a lot of time together. Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be, she thought dolefully. Brushing her long hair away from her flushed face, Desiree smiled as Tony led her mother into the room.
‘I…I was just about to come home,’ she stammered guiltily.
‘Your father’s on the phone,’ Belinda said, frowning at Desiree. ‘He wants to talk to you.’
‘Yes, right. I’ll see you later, Tony.’
Belinda waited until the front door had closed before saying anything to Tony. ‘Have I interrupted something?’ she finally asked him.
‘No, not at all,’ he replied with a chuckle. ‘We were just chatting. As Desiree said, she was about to leave.’
‘Is that wine?’ Belinda said, eyeing the two glasses on the table.
‘Yes, would you like some?’
‘I don’t want Desiree drinking. She’s sixteen, Tony. I don’t want her –’
‘She’s not a kid,’ he interrupted her. ‘Surely, a glass of wine won’t hurt?’
‘Did you make it clear to her that you’re only friends?’
‘Belinda, you’re going to have to give Desiree some space. And you’re going to have to trust her.’
‘I do trust her. It’s just that…I remember when I was her age. My hormones running wild, I thought of nothing other than boys and sex. I don’t want Desiree to make the same mistakes I did.’
‘We’re friends, that’s all. Perhaps I shouldn’t have given her the wine, but it was only one glass. You worry too much.’
‘Not without good reason.’
‘What do you mean by that?’
‘Desiree came home from college, changed, and then came straight round here. She hasn’t finished yesterday’s work, let alone…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be having a go at you.’
‘It’s all right, I understand. Look at it this way. She’s far safer here with me than out somewhere meeting boys. She’s only next door so you can call her home any time you like.’
‘Yes, you’re right. I’m sorry.’
‘You don’t have to apologise. Why don’t you have some wine?’
‘No, thanks. I’d better get back.’
‘All right. And don’t worry.’
‘I won’t. Thanks, Tony.’
Making her way home, Belinda felt that she’d made a fool of herself. Going on like an old mother hen, she wondered what Tony must have thought. He’d told her several times that he wasn’t interested in Desiree, so what was the problem? At least he was understanding, she mused, closing her front door. But she’d rather Desiree didn’t call round to see him every day. Realising that her intervention had to be subtle and not seen to be unreasonable or demanding, she decided to have a chat with her daughter. Tony understood, she reflected. But would Desiree? Finding the girl sitting in the lounge, Belinda sat opposite her in the armchair and asked what her father had talked about.
‘The line was dead,’ Desiree said accusingly. ‘Was it a ploy to come and get me?’
‘Of course it wasn’t a ploy,’ Belinda said. ‘How could you think such a thing?’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘If you don’t believe me, then ask your father the next time he calls.’
‘I said I’m sorry.’
‘Desiree, I think we need to talk.’
‘We are talking.’
‘You know what I mean. You’ve changed since Tony moved in next door. We used to get on so well, spend time together and…’
‘I was only round there for a few minutes.’
‘Twenty minutes.’
‘Oh, you’ve been timing me?’
‘No, no. Talk to me, Desiree. Tell me what the trouble is.’
‘What trouble? There’s nothing wrong.’
‘Talk to me about Tony. How do you feel about him?’
‘He…I…I like him a lot.’
‘Desiree…I hate to have to tell you this, but he’s not interested in anything other than friendship.’
‘Did he say that?’
‘In so many words, yes.’
‘You’re lying.’
‘Desiree, please…’
‘If he only wants to be friends, then why did he kiss me?’
‘He kissed you?’
‘Yesterday, and today.’
‘What else has he done?’
‘He kissed me properly, on my lips. He said that he wants to be more than friends, so why are you lying?’
‘Desiree…’
‘I’m going to my room.’
Pacing the floor as Desiree bounded up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door shut, Belinda held her hand to her head. Tony had lied, she reflected. She instinctively knew that this was only the beginning of a nightmare. Her worst fears were emerging from the darkness and coming to life. Desiree thought that she was in love and…Belinda left the house and rang Tony’s doorbell. She had to put a stop to this before it went any further.
‘Oh, hi,’ Tony said, smiling as he opened the door. ‘Changed your mind about a glass of wine?’
‘I need to talk to you,’ Belinda snapped, walking past him into the hall.
‘Talk away,’ he invited her, following her into the lounge. ‘What’s the problem?’
‘You kissed Desiree.’
‘I don’t believe this,’ he said, shaking his head and laughing. ‘Yes, I did kiss her. It was a friendly kiss, Belinda.’
‘A friendly kiss? On her lips?’
‘Look, you’re going to have to allow Desiree to grow up. Chasing after her like this…’
‘I don’t want you to see her again, Tony. Do you understand?’
‘I can’t stop her from coming round. If she wants to see me, then I’ll invite her in. You’re going way over the top with all this.’
‘Am I?’
‘Yes, you are. You come storming round here…’
‘Has anything happened? Have you done anything with her?’
‘What if I have? What if I’ve taken her to my bed and made love with her?’
‘If you dare to…’
‘She’s a very beautiful girl, Belinda,’ he taunted her. ‘She has a lovely body and –’
‘Stop it. I don’t want you talking about my daughter like that.’
‘All right, all right, calm down. Nothing’s happened between us, and it’s not going to. I told you yesterday that she’s far too young for me. If I was looking for a relationship, then I’d go for someone of your age. We’re about the same age, aren’t we?’
‘I’m older than you,’ Belinda said with a sigh. ‘I’m sorry, Tony. I know that I’m overreacting.’
‘Yes, you are. OK, so I kissed Desiree. As far as I was concerned, it was a friendly kiss.’
‘That’s not what she thinks. She’s fallen for you. She’s fallen for you in a big way.’
‘Sit down and have a glass of wine.’
‘Thanks, I think I will.’
Sitting on the sofa as Tony went to the kitchen, Belinda wondered what Desiree was doing. The girl had never been like this. Moody, argumentative, slamming her bedroom door…To accuse her mother of lying, making out that her father had phoned as a ploy to get her home…Taking a glass of wine from Tony, Belinda wondered why he’d said that he’d invite Desiree in if she called to see him. He wasn’t helping the situation, she ruminated. Then again, why should he send Desiree home if she called to see him? Feeling confused, she sipped her wine. She knew that she’d gone over the top.
‘I don’t want to fall out with you or Desiree,’ Tony said, sitting next to Belinda. ‘If she comes to see me and I tell her to go away, she’ll think I’m being rude.’
‘I know.’ Belinda sighed. ‘And I can’t stop her from seeing you. She said that you want to be more than just friends.’
‘She’s got the wrong end of the stick. Either that, or it’s wishful thinking on her part. And the kiss was nothing more than a friendly gesture.’
‘It’s rather stupid to say that you only want to be friends and then kiss her.’
‘Where I come from, the way I’ve been brought up, friendly kissing is perfectly normal. Look, why don’t you come round now and then?’ he suggested. ‘If Desiree knows that you’re here, she’ll keep away.’
‘That’s an idea. But I can’t come round every evening.’
‘You won’t have to. Just call in now and then for a chat and a drink.’
‘All right, I’ll do that.’
‘It’s nice having Desiree come round, but I’d much prefer to see you. As I said, if I was looking for a relationship, then I’d go for someone of your age. I like you very much, Belinda. You’re a very attractive woman.’
‘I’m also a married woman, Tony.’
‘No, I didn’t mean…Actually, that’s an idea.’
‘What is?’
‘You and me. If you want me to keep Desiree away from me, then…’
‘Tony, for God’s sake.’
‘I was only joking.’
‘Don’t you say anything like that to Desiree. If she tells her father that I’ve been…’
‘Having an affair with me?’
‘Yes, no…Look, I’d better get back and make sure that she’s all right.’
Belinda finished her wine and followed Tony to the front door. She wished that she could turn the clock back as he smiled at her. If she’d not called and introduced herself, if she’d kept Desiree away…Locking his eyes to hers, Tony promised her that Desiree would be safe. He wouldn’t lay a finger on the girl, she was far too young for him, he’d rather be with someone of Belinda’sage…As he moved forwards and kissed Belinda’s full lips, she couldn’t believe what was happening. Finally pushing him away, she gazed wide-eyed at him as he again smiled at her.
‘I couldn’t resist,’ he whispered. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘That wasn’t a friendly kiss,’ Belinda said, locking her dark eyes to his. ‘Tony, please…I’m married.’
‘That doesn’t make you unattractive.’
‘And I thought you were after my daughter.’
‘No, Belinda. It’s you I’m after.’
‘There’s no future for us, Tony. I can’t believe this. I’m happily married.’
‘Yes, I know. Why don’t you come back later? Check up on Desiree and then come round for a while.’
‘No, I don’t think so.’
‘She’ll be studying, you’ll be sitting alone, I’ll be sitting alone…Come and have a couple of drinks with me.’
‘No, Tony. I…I don’t want to.’
‘It’s a sure way to stop Desiree coming round.’
‘No.’
‘She did say that she might come back later this evening. If you’re here, then she won’t bother.’
‘Well, I…I might. I’ll see what she’s up to and then…I might come back.’
Leaving Tony’s house, Belinda couldn’t believe that he’d kissed her. Thinking how wrong she’d been about him wanting Desiree, she felt a lot easier. Desiree had obviously fallen for Tony but, ironically, he’d fallen for her mother. Flattered, and feeling rather guilty, Belinda prepared a ham salad but Desiree said that she wasn’t hungry and wouldn’t come out of her room. Eating alone at the kitchen table, Belinda knew that Desiree would get over Tony at some stage. As long as this didn’t affect her studies, everything would turn out fine.
Sitting at her dressing table, Belinda applied a little make-up and ran a hairbrush through her long black hair. Butterflies fluttering in her stomach, she felt like she did when she was in her teens. Sexy, horny, excited …Tony had flattered her, but she was old enough not to play silly games. The idea of going to see him was to keep Desiree away, she reminded herself. Once Desiree realised that her mother was also friendly with Tony and called round to see him now and then, she’d forget all thoughts of love.
‘I’m going out for a while,’ Belinda called, tapping on Desiree’s bedroom door.
‘Where to?’
‘Tony’s place. He invited me round.’
‘Why are you going to see him?’ Desiree asked, opening her door.
‘You’re stuck in your room and I’m feeling bored. He asked me round to…to talk about curtains. He’s not sure what type of curtains to get.’
‘Oh, right.’
‘I won’t be long.’
Sighing as Desiree closed the door, Beli
nda made her way down the stairs and decided not to worry about the girl. She’d get over it, she was sure, as she left the house. Knowing that Tony wasn’t interested in Desiree was a great relief. The fact that he was interested in her wasn’t a relief, but it made Belinda feel good. A teenager again? She wasn’t unattractive, she thought happily. Her figure was good, her hair was nice…And a younger man fancied her. Smiling as Tony opened the door and invited her in, she didn’t want to appear too keen so she told him that she couldn’t stay for long.
‘That’s all right,’ he said, leading her into the lounge. ‘I’m just pleased that you came. Er…I’ve got wine or vodka.’
‘Oh, vodka would be nice. Do you have any orange juice?’
‘Vodka and orange coming up. I’ll have to stock up on drinks. And food, for that matter. So, how’s Desiree?’
‘She’s all right,’ Belinda replied as he passed her drink. ‘She’s sulking, but she’ll be all right.’
‘Now you can see why I don’t want silly teenage girls. I don’t mean that Desiree is silly.’
‘I know what you mean.’
‘Giggling one minute, sulking the next, and then tears and tantrums…That’s not for me.’
‘We haven’t got off to a very good start, have we?’ Belinda said. ‘As neighbours, we should have –’
‘We’re fine,’ he broke in, sitting next to her on the sofa. ‘There’s no problem.’
‘My daughter’s fallen for you, I went off at the deep end, you kissed me…’
‘It’s all sorted out now. Desiree knows that I want nothing more than friendship. I can’t say that when it comes to you, though.’
‘Tony, don’t start that again. All I want is friendship, OK?’
‘If you say so.’
‘I do say so. The only reason I’m here is to keep Desiree away.’
‘Really?’
‘Well, and because…because I’d like to get to know you. As a friend, I mean.’