by Ava Frost
"Are you positive that you want to do this?" The car was running in the parking lot of Emerald Place Condos. The parking lot’s lights joining the dim lights from the car, illuminating both of the girls inside the car.
"This is the one and only chance I have. My mother and father are gone for three days, I only have two nights to make this happen." Jennifer looked at Michelle anxiously. "You didn’t answer my question. Are you positive that you want to do this?"
Michelle stared through the car window and glared up at the lights at the top of the condo. They had driven around the parking lot to ensure that his car was there, and it was. He must be home. She breathed heavily, "Yes… I’m positive."
"But why? You have lots of guys that would like to take you on a date. Why this guy?" Michelle gazed at her and shrugged her shoulders. "I do not have any idea. There is just something about this him. He has always been by our side...my side." Jennifer’s eyes widened, so Michelle quickly kept on. "He is hilarious and affectionate. Kind and sweet. I have no idea why, but whenever he looks at me, I feel like melting into his arms. I'm aware that he is older than me… years older." "You think?" "But he is not older by much. He is my father's best friend, but he’s not old enough to be my father. Well unless he got my mother pregnant at fourteen or something like that. It’s not like him and my dad were old high school buddies or anything like that. They got to know each other at work and became really close friends. So, there’s no reason that I can’t be with him… right?” Jennifer stared blankly at her friend’s face and said, "Whatever you say", handing Michelle the phone.
"Alright, here goes nothing." Michelle stared at the tiny red cell phone in the palm of her hand and took another deep breath before dialing his phone number. She took count of the rings while she anxiously waited for him to answer. After about three rings she started to worry.
What if he went out with his friends and didn’t drive his car. Or worse, what if he took a woman out and was now with that woman in the very condo that she was parked in front of. Images of him making love to another women flooded her mind, making her envious and horny at the same time.
Michelle started to bite her lip. When she reached ring five she was close to hanging up and sobbing in anger, when suddenly she heard his voice. For a second she believed she had got to his voicemail so it took her a second to realize that it was actually a live voice at the other end of the line. "Hi...hi." His low tone rumbled into the cell phone and made Michelle stop for only a second. "Hi?" He stated once again, sounding frustrated.
"J-John?" Michelle stuttered. She wished she didn’t feel so anxious, even though the man she desperately desired was on the line. She had been waiting for this chance for two months already. Way longer if you count the months that she had a crush on him. It was just two months ago that she had turned nineteen and she made up her mind then that her birthday present to herself would be John Valente. Just one night with John, to feel his gently touch and feel him deep inside of her, was the best birthday present she could ever hope for. She had planned and waited for the perfect time. And that time was right now. She simply had to make this happen!
"Shelley?" She grinned at his childhood nickname for her and breathed out heavily, without having been aware that she was holding her breath. "Yes John, this is Shelley." "Is everything alright?" "Uh, yes... yeah. Everything is okay. Actually, sort of okay. You see I have a small problem-" "What is going on? Where are you?" He interrupted her. She could hear the nervousness in his tone and couldn’t help but gaze at Jennifer with a smile. "Hold on, hold on. I am okay, but you see, I have this problem." She crossed her fingers and started to recite the story she had practiced.
"My mom and dad left town for a few days to celebrate their wedding anniversary. When I left the house this afternoon to hang out with Jennifer I must not have been thinking and I forgot to grab my keys. So basically, that means I’m locked out of my house. I was hoping that you still have the extra keys."
"Uh...yes, I have them. I'm guessing you want me to lend them to you." Michelle gave Jennifer a thumbs up and continued on to the other half of her tale. "So, you see there's another small issue. Jennifer has to be home in about ten minutes, and if she’s late again she’ll be in huge trouble. There is no way she can drive me to your place to pick up the keys, drop me off at home, and still get to her house in time. But, your condo is on the way to her house. If she drops me off at your place, is there any way you would be able to take me back home?"
Both of the girls gave each other anxious expressions under the lights. Michelle extended her fingers out to grab hold of Jennifer’s hand, needing her help while she waited for John's reply. She heard him sigh. "Yes, I can do that. Where are you now?"
Michelle squeezed Jennifer's fingers and grinned. "Like four minutes away from your condo. I'll see you in a bit. Thank you so much John. You’re the greatest!" She made a kissy sound into the cell phone and quickly hung up.
"Eeeeeeek!" Thhe girls hugged each other and squealed with excitement. "Oh my god! Oh my god! I can’t believe that worked," Jennifer pulled back and examined Michelle's facial expression. Well, I guess you're actually going to do this. You're actually going to attempt and seduce your father's best friend." Michelle once again looked at the lights in the top condo window and bit down on her lip. "Yes, I definitely am." She pressed her legs together while the mere picture in her head made her pussy throb with excitement. "Alright. So, let's get this party started." Jennifer drove out of her parking space, so she could circle around the neighborhood. They decided that it would be better for her to pull up at John's condo, just in case he happened to be looking out his window for Michelle.
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John put down his cell phone and shook his head. Man, why the heck does this crap always happen? Here he was prepared to have this nice quiet evening at home, and now that plan was completely ruined. Thanks a lot Shelly, he thought to himself. Lord if there ever was a physical temptation, it had to be Michelle. He had known her ever since she was a young teenager, but had only recently become aware of what a beautiful young women she had grown into.
Everything was normal until about a year ago. Up until that time, he never thought of Shelly in any other way besides his best friend’s daughter. But suddenly he found himself looking at a shockingly gorgeous women. The years of dancing and playing sports had helped to maintain her agile, slender, strong physique. Her hair went from the black of childhood to a lighter, sumptuously hued brunette. He was not sure if she had dyed it or if it just lightened by itself, but whatever the case, it was sleek and gorgeous and every once in a while he caught its light orange smell when he gave her a hug. Her eyes continued to be the most gorgeous shade of purple-black, that had never varied. She had always had eyes that would change color depending on what she was thinking or feeling. You can always tell if she was mad because her eyes would turn more of a purple color, but during the autumn her eyes would become this strange close to black color, as if she was trying to complement the weather. John suddenly found himself wondering what color her eye would be when she is horny. His penis started to stir at that picture.
Lord, what would her father, his best friend, do to him if he found out that he was having these positively explicit thoughts about his daughter? John scrubbed one of his hands over his face. He never wanted to find out the answer to that question. He just needed to grab the keys and get Shelly back to her house as soon as possible. A quick in and out, he moaned at the awkward turn of the saying, and then after that he could get back to his plans for a quiet evening. Or to be more exact, his lack of plans for the night. Figuring that this whole mess would be over the sooner he had Michelle in his car and on her way home, John grabbed his car keys and the extra keys to Michelle’s house and walked outside to wait for her.
He went downstairs and allowed the evening breeze to wash over him, wishing that it would blow the dirty thoughts he was having about Michelle from his mind. Resting against the railing at the bottom of th
e staircase he waited for Michelle and her friend to show up.
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"Oh shit!" Michelle moaned when she saw John lounging on the bottom of the staircase. His legs were crossed at the ankles and his fingers were inside his pockets. The chilly air messed up his hairdo and she had the temptation to walk over to him and put every hair back in place. "Huh? What is going on?" Jennifer asked her. "What is going on? He needs to be upstairs inside his condo. How am I going to get him to have sex with me if I can’t even get him inside a bedroom with one bed?" Michelle groaned.
Jennifer attempted to reply with support, "Well, there is always the backseat in his car." Michelle mock slapped her friend on the shoulder. "I’m for real. What the hell am I supposed to do now? It looks like he’s ready to just hop inside his car and take me to my house. I have to get him someplace where we could get, you know..."
"Nude?" Jennifer asked.
"Horizontal," Michelle replied. Jennifer laughed, "O babe, horizontal is totally not required!" Michelle chuckled in response and then tried her best to relax. Breathing in she stared at John waiting for her and then back again at her friend.
"Pray for me?" "Honey, who needs a prayer when you got breasts?" Jennifer grinned and pulled Michelle into an intense embrace. "Alright, prayer." "Thank you." Michelle hugged her back. She grabbed her bag and got out of the car, waving goodbye she turned towards John while Jennifer drove off.
She held her breath while John pushed himself off the staircase and walked toward her. Frantically she tried to think of a way to get him to stay at the condo with her. The evening breeze carried his sweet aroma to her and made her thighs weak.
John reached out and gave her a hug. As his heat covered her body, she felt like just falling in his arms. She rotated her face against his neck and was barely able to stop herself from devouring him. She shook with lust. John felt her shake and pulled away. "Are you alright?" "Yes... yeah," she stuttered, her sudden arousal making it hard for her to think, much less speak. Suddenly, she had a second of inspiration. "Uh...John, I hope it’s not too much trouble, but is there any way I would be able to use your restroom before we go to my house?"
John hated the idea of having to control himself around her for any longer than necessary. Heck, just hugging her had his dick throbbing and his mind racing with all sorts of dirty thoughts. He gazed at the staircase leading to his condo and moaned to himself. Everything inside of him told him to get her in the car and take her home before he lost control and did something that he would regret. But what could he do? Tell her she would have to hold it until she got home? "Yeah sure, let’s go," he heard himself say.
Michelle led the way up the staircase to John’s condo, walking more seductively than usual, moving her hips and ass from side to side as she climbed the stairs in front of him. She hoped he was paying attention, but she did not dare look over her shoulder to check.
John could not take his eyes off of her perfectly round ass as Michelle climbed stairs. Gulping, he attempted to look at something else. I beg you Lord, please take my mind off of her gorgeous behind, he prayed. John searched for something else, anything else to focus on and his eyes landed on her delicate fingers grabbing the railing. He started to imagine the way her hands would look wrapped around his dick. He let out a moan. Michelle heard the strange noise that came from behind her and turned to face him. "Are you alright John?"
He was a couple of steps below her, and once she turned around he was eye level with her full, perky breasts. John's mouth became dry. He attempted to gulp, attempted to talk. "Yes...yes okay," he muttered. He quickly walked in front of her to unlock the door to his condo. Although he was aware that it was impolite, he wasn’t able to think about anything else except covering up the erection that had formed inside his pants, so he walked through the doors and kept on into the kitchen.
"Restroom is all the way down the hallway, very first door on the right side. I am just going to get a quick drink," he screamed out over his shoulder. Michelle ran down the hallway and went into restroom. She shut the door and rested her head on it. This was not going at all the way she had planned it. Alright, it's not as if she had a detailed plan. The idea had been to get him alone and then after that… just allow nature to take its course.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She was aware that she was not drop dead beautiful, although she certainly wasn’t ugly either. Guys seemed to be attracted to her, and she believed that John was attracted also, judging from the couple of times she had caught him staring at her.
But what was going on now? He seemed as if he could not wait to get rid of her. What if he had important plans tonight? What if she had interrupted something?
Biting down anxiously on her lip, she started to wonder. Alright. Then, he would just have to change his plans! She knew exactly what she wanted, and she wanted him, goddamnit!
Squaring her shoulders she washed up and came out of the restroom. She found him standing still right in front of the kitchen sink with his back facing her, he was guzzling a cup of ice water and staring out the window. She stopped at the threshold of the kitchen. "John?" She said his name lightly. "Huh?" He replied, without turning around.
"John," she said again. "Did I do something wrong? Did I interrupt something?" His arms fell to his sides. "Nope," he breathed out. "I am just exhausted and was hoping for a quiet evening at home and to get some rest. That’s all, I apologize if I’m acting a little strange. Look let me grab the keys and we will leave."
He put the cup inside the sink and turned to face her. The view of her standing there, looking slightly worried and biting on her lip just about did him in. The small gesture of weakness and doubt rocketed an arrow of longing towards his stomach. He felt like taking her in his arms and comforting her, although he knew that was the path to destruction.
He gazed at her while she moved her feet around nervously, her doubt becoming even more noticeable. "Is there something wrong, Shelley?" "Well, uhh...I don’t want to cause any problems. I have a few dollars, if you can’t give me a ride I could just grab the keys and take a taxi to my house."
Her voice trembled a bit at that suggestion and he could tell that was not what she wanted to do. "I just mean, I don’t want to bother you," she kept on.
Michelle felt like sobbing. She feared that her whole plan was falling apart and that nothing was going to go the way she had hoped. She must have been a fool to think that John would ever want her. He didn’t even seem to want her in his condo at all. She wondered if she should just take a taxi home and forget about the entire thing once and for all.
She lowered her head and attempted to get her feelings under control. When she finally raised her head to meet John's gaze, she discovered him narrowly assessing her.
"Okay, out with it. What is going on? What’s the problem?" He asked her gruffly. Somehow he was aware that this was about much more than just being locked out of her house. The tension inside the room was palpable and he was unsure of the reason.
He took a guess at what might be bothering her. "Is it about your mother and father being far away? Are you scared to stay at your house alone?" Michelle batted her eyelashes. Perfect, she thought to herself.
"Yeah, I am sort of anxious to be in there on my own." She thought quickly about the best way to use this to her advantage. "It’s just that, the house is really huge and without mom and dad there it just seems so empty, you know? I guess I didn’t realize how..." She allowed her voice to fade, wishing that he would complete the sentence and not ask her to describe an emotion that did not exist. She kept batting her eyelashes, attempting to seem scared and sad.
John moved around and cleared his throat. Shit, what the heck am I going to do now, he wondered. He looked at her standing there, still very upset and he knew that he had a real problem on his hands. Before he even had a chance to think about it, he heard himself blurting out a response.
"Alright. Look you can sleep over just for this evening." Michelle squeaked and threw hers
elf at him. "Oh thanks John!"
The next thing he knew, his arms were filled up with her lush, warm body and he was once again hard as a rock. Pushing her away, he attempted to give himself some space to gain control.
"Yeah, so. It’s just for this evening. Tomorrow you can sleep over at a friend’s or something," he stated gruffly, his immediate horniness making his tone ragged and low. She nodded her head. "Obviously," she stated. She would worry about the next day later. The only thing that was important right now was that for this evening, she had him completely to herself.
"Have you eaten yet?" He asked her, rotating once again to cover up his erection. He opened up the fridge and looked inside. The chilly air felt great on the flaming warmth of his body. "I’m not sure if I’ve got anything, but I can probably scrounge something up." It was now Michelle's turn to study him, and she could've sworn that she noticed a bulge forming inside the loose pants he had on.
"Uh, Jennifer and I grabbed some food earlier, but don’t let me to stop you, if you are hungry." He stood still for some seconds in the cool air. "Nope, I'm okay." He closed the doors and turned to look at her. He was wishing that he had his body under control, or at least that she wouldn’t notice how turned on he was. I beg you Lord do not let her to realize.
An awkward silence filled the room. "Well, uhh..." Both of them began. He stopped and she chuckled. He clenched at the noise. "Well," he began once again. "There is an extra room at the end of the hallway where you can put down your...Agh heck, you don't have anything, do you?" He asked her. She looked down at the floor and shook her head. "Alright," he started. "You can wear one of my t-shirts to sleep in. It should be big enough. It is just for this evening anyway, right?" Michelle gave him a little grin and nodded her head.
Not if I can help it, she thought to herself. But she would let him believe whatever he wanted. Once again there was an uncomfortable silence. At last Michelle could not hold it any longer. "I do not feel like causing any trouble. Are you positive you did not have any plans this evening?" She asked him.