She sighed. -‘For fuck’s sake, just THINK! The sex, for one, would probably be better. Not that it would take that much of an effort on your part. And don’t you give me that ‘I could have been your father’ sermon. I’m grown enough to want – hell, to NEED – sex. You’re most definitely grown enough, and, seeing as you’re a single father, I really cannot see that much of it coming your way, huh? And here it comes, served on a silver platter!
I’ve carte blanche to drop by here whenever I feel like it and stay a couple of hours without anybody, least of all my parents, worrying. After Thomas has fallen asleep, not even an earthquake could wake him! He sleeps, we sleep together, I shower and go back home. What’s not to like?’
I must have looked rather doubting. Well, perhaps ‘disbelieving’ fit the bill better, as she kept trying to convince me, as if I needed any prodding.
-‘It’s not like I’m dying to try any more guys my age, and waiting for them to gain experience? Hell, no! Fuck knows how long that’s gonna be, anyway. And you… Well, as I said – I can be here whenever I want without anyone questioning it, and, like, I don’t think you’re very likely to brag that you’re fucking the neighbour’s teenage daughter, are you?’
The little devil stabbed its pitchfork clean through the angel, ending the discussion. Ella didn’t notice, though, so she kept going. -‘Just THINK, will you? How often do you think a seventeen-year-old asks a thirty-something if he wants to sleep with her, no strings attached? Do you think this is likely to happen twice in your life? Hell, it’s now or never!’
I managed to put a faint smile on my face, shaking my head in disbelief. -‘Well, with that angle, it is hard to disagree, I’ll give you that…’
An instant, triumphant smile blossomed. -‘I’m probably going to regret this, but I’d regret if I didn’t, too. We’ll do it, Ella. If that’s what you truly want, we’ll do it.’
She leant back in her chair, giggling as her smile grew into a big grin. -‘So shall it be written, so shall it be done, then.’ She glanced over at me. -‘We just watched Ben Hur in history class. I nicked the line from there. Ooooh, I’m SO looking forward to this!!!’
Her gaze fell to my lap, where no amount of denim fabric could even make an attempt at hiding my massive erection. -‘And, it would seem – as do you!’ she giggled.
I reached for my beer and had a good, long sip. This evening had certainly taken a turn for the unexpected.
-‘I’d be happy to have one, too. A beer, that is’, the girl which had, moments ago, taken the step from ‘nice neighbourhood girl’ to ‘femme fatale’ chirped.
I shook my head. -‘Not going to happen. No one is going to be able to come here and say I first got you drunk, then shagged you. Not going to happen.’
I got a massive eye-rolling for my trouble. -‘I don’t think a small beer is going to make all the difference in the grand scheme of things if someone were to find out you’ve been shagging me, as you so poetically put it. However, if it can ease your conscience somewhat, I can steal one. Would you like another, lover-to-be?’
She got on her feet, and I caught myself eyeing her with renewed interest – her lanky limbs, narrow hips, those oh-so-adorable, perfectly round, small breasts pressing against the slightly tight-fitting sweater… This could be fun.
I gave in. -‘Mhm. Make mine a Two Captains, will you? Thanks.’
She giggled as she floated past me. -‘I’ll just pour mine in that ludicrously big tea mug of yours. No worries, your reputation will be safe. For now, at least.’
I shook my head, still in semi-disbelief. I wasn’t convinced this was the smartest endeavour I’d ever agreed to – but of one thing I was certain: It wouldn’t be boring, either.
Ella returned, handing me a beer bottle and hoisting a mug in a mock toast. -‘Cheers, then, neighbour.’
What the hell. I popped the cork and toasted her. -‘Cheers, neighbour. To exciting times.’
-‘I sure hope so!’ came the reply. She took a long sip from the mug, sighed contentedly and faced me. -‘Let’s get the practical matters out of the way first – I’m on the pill and as clean as fresh snow, Fred didn’t get within six feet of me until he’d put on a condom. Unless you’ve caught something I’d rather not have, let’s just have at it au naturel, huh?’
I nodded. -‘Duly noted. And when did you plan for, ah, our undertaking to get underway?’
She smiled her broadest grin and winked as she raised the mug to her lips again. -‘In half a beer’s time? It’s probably too late in the day for me to get the full treatment, but perhaps you could give me a quick teaser, just to make sure I come back tomorrow to get more, ah, to put Thomas to bed, I mean?’
Wow. I felt the pulse throbbing in my painfully erect member. Soon. Soon she’d be wrapped around me.
We shared our evening beer in silence; I hardly knew what kind of small talk was appropriate while counting down to having sex with her – and Ella? Well, she appeared to be perfectly content just nurturing her beer while watching the sunset. I’ll hand her that, though – it WAS a beautiful sunset.
Eventually, she glanced into her mug. -‘Empty.’ she observed. -‘I’ll head in, just come along when you’re ready, huh?’
When I was ready? Heck. I had a last sip from my bottle, shrugging. I’d rather have Ella than more beer, but didn’t want to seem half as desperate to get her laid as I felt. I shrugged again. I decided to give her two minutes, then I’d follow.
Softly closing the porch door behind me, I headed for the bedroom – I figured I’d find her there.
Bingo. Her clothes were in a heap on the floor, suggesting the teenager under my duvets was as naked as she’d been when she entered this world; she’d pulled the duvet up to right under her chin, covering her fully. She giggled as I just stood there, mesmerized, looking at her while leaning against the doorpost. -‘I’m sorry,’ I said, voice thick with emotion. -‘I just need a moment to process this. As you said, this doesn’t happen every day. Hell, it is a sight I never, ever thought I’d behold in here.’
-‘Never? Have you NEVER fantasized about seducing the babysitter? Be honest!’ she giggled from under the duvet, before pulling it aside enough to show a hip with a narrow, fading bikini line on it, before quickly covering herself up again.
-‘If you want to see more, you’ve got to come here…’
I didn’t take much persuading; stepping closer, I started undressing, trying my best not to rush it. -‘By the way, I honestly have never entertained the thought that you’d end up in here – I won’t pretend to be a saint, it’s more that the women I secretly undress in my mind are mostly, say, at least in their late twenties, preferably even in their thirties. Let’s just say you went under my radar. Until fifteen minutes ago, that is.’
I pulled down my jeans before stepping out of them, pulling off my socks – and then, without further ado, dropping my boxers. Ella let out a giggle and a muted whistle as my cock sprang free – while not the most generously endowed of men at some 6 inches, I’d been blessed with a rather significant girth as if to compensate.