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It was early April when I returned to the house I had spent my entire life in, up until the previous September. I had gone to college on the other side of the country and had been incredibly homesick for the small town I grew up in, a place I had hated until I had to leave. I missed my friends, my neighbours, my parents especially, and I was incredibly excited to see everyone when I got back home. Unfortunately, I was the first of my friends to finish my final exams at school, so I was back in town two weeks before most of my friends would be back.

I didn’t mind, though – I was okay with catching up with some of my neighbours, my parents, and just generally relaxing until they got back. Most of the neighbours acted as though I had never left in the first place – they just treated me the same way as always.

That is, except for Mr. Parkman, our next door neighbour. He had come over just after my dad and I had gotten home from the airport. I had brought my suitcase upstairs and was just changing into a fresh outfit when I heard him downstairs, talking to my dad just the way he used to. I grinned and finished changing quickly, eager to run downstairs and say hi. The Parkman’s had moved in when I was a little kid, and I used to go over and stay at their house whenever my parents needed to go out. Mrs. Parkman was the kind of lady who loved to bake and do crafts, whereas Mr. Parkman liked to read and show me how to carve wood and things like that. I was a bit of a tomboy, and Mrs. Parkman was constantly after me to help her make cookies but I always seemed to find myself with Mr. Parkman in the den, trying to make little animals out of wood. Mrs. Parkman would come in and yell at him for letting me near sharp objects, but I never once cut myself, and even she had to admit I was very careful. I never understood why the Parkman’s didn’t have children. They would have made great parents.

So I was pretty excited to see the Parkman’s after so long. I rushed down to the kitchen, where my parents and Mr. Parkman were standing around the counter, talking about the weather or something equally as pointless, quite obviously waiting for me.

“Oh, there you are, Haley,” my mom said, interrupting my dad in the middle of his sentence. She grinned as he rolled his eyes.

“About time, it’s been months…” Mr. Parkman said as he turned around. His expression changed as he looked at me, just for a moment, just long enough for me to notice before he covered it up. “Months and months!” He laughed, though it seemed slightly strained.

“It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Parkman,” I said, pretending not to notice the slight change in his demeanour. I was curious about it, but brushed it off as I stood with them in the kitchen, catching up and telling Mr. Parkman all about my first year at college.

“Sounds like you had a lot of fun,” Mr. Parkman said. I nodded eagerly. “Now, for the serious question: how many boyfriends do you have?”

I giggled, blushing a bit. “None, actually,” I answered.

Mr. Parkman raised his eyebrows, giving me a look that made me shiver. Neither of my parents noticed, as they were both looking at me, relieved with my answer. I met Mr. Parkman’s eyes, silent for a moment, before he broke it and laughed. “No boyfriends? That’s got to be impossible, a pretty girl like you!”

I laughed too, blushing, and wondering why I kept thinking Mr. Parkman was looking at me differently. Both times had been short moments, hardly long enough to even mention. I was starting to wonder if I had just imagined it – after all, I was pretty tired, and I hadn’t seen Mr. Parkman in a long time. Maybe I was just over thinking things.

“No, no boyfriends,” I finally said.

The conversation moved on, ending with my parents inviting the Parkman’s over for dinner and drinks later, since Mrs. Parkman really wanted to see me but wasn’t home that afternoon. We said good-bye to Mr. Parkman and I went back upstairs, intent on lying down for a little while – I had been travelling all day, and nothing exhausts me more than a long flight and two hour drive from the airport home.

I sat down on my bed when I got back into my room, undoing the buttons on my blouse – I was hoping to wear it again for dinner, and I knew that it would wrinkle if I wore it while lying down. I stood up to lay it on top of my desk chair and had turned back around to lie down when I looked out the window.

Now, there used to be a large tree outside my window, between our house and the Parkman’s. For some reason, the tree had been cut down, and I could now see straight into Mr. Parkman’s den. I froze for a moment, realised I was clad in only my lacy white bra, and moved quickly to the side of my window so I wasn’t totally exposed.

Mr. Parkman was in the den, sitting in a big cozy chair that had been there since I was a kid. Whenever I went over, he would let me sit there, but I always knew that it was his favourite chair. I wasn’t too sure what he was doing, but I suddenly had the thought that maybe Mr. Parkman had acted so strange in the kitchen because he realised he could see into my bedroom. The thought made me nervous, but also sent a little shiver of excitement through my body.

I bit my lip as I studied at Mr. Parkman. He was a little younger than my dad, though still old enough to be my father – I’d put him in his early forties, though I couldn’t be totally sure. He had thick, dark hair that was peppered with gray, especially around the temples, strong features, and a great body. He wasn’t a body builder or anything, but he was in shape, and had broad shoulders, muscular arms, and large hands. I had never really thought of him in that way before, but as I studied him at that moment, I realised just how attracted I was to Mr. Parkman. I found myself wondering what he would be like in bed, and blushed almost immediately at the thought.

The fact was that I was still a virgin. I was a little bit embarrassed about it, but I had only just turned 18 that past December and really hadn’t had a chance to find myself a boyfriend at school. I felt exceptionally younger than everyone else, and I knew part of that was because of my lack of sexual experience. The problem was that I felt that being considered younger kept me from getting that experience. I recently had started trying to come up with a way to get some sexual experience, but I was so shy around most of the guys at my school – they seemed so much more experienced than me, and it seemed almost futile for me to attempt anything with all the pretty, experienced girls around.

For some reason, though, I didn’t think Mr. Parkman would mind that I didn’t know all that much. He had always taught me how to do things, and always seemed to enjoy it. Maybe he’d enjoy teaching me about sex just as much.

I couldn’t keep myself from giggling quietly as I thought about Mr. Parkman teaching me how to do things. I thought maybe I’d like him to teach me how to suck cock first. My roommate at college always bragged about how she could get her boyfriend’s cock almost entirely into her mouth before she choked. I had only ever touched one boy’s cock before, my high school boyfriend Jeremy Gibbon’s right after prom. His cock wasn’t all that big, but I still couldn’t imagine trying to fit it all in my mouth. I did want to learn how to do it, though. I was sick of my roommate bragging about how well she sucked cock – I wanted to be just as good at it.

I sighed, shaking my head before lying down on my bed. As far as I knew, the Parkman’s had a good marriage, and I had to be half crazy if I thought Mr. Parkman would even consider me that way. It was nice to fantasize about, though, and there was a warm tingle spreading through my lower body as I thought about it. I was tired, though, and decided to save that warm feeling for later that night, when I had time to deal with it properly.

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, I could hear people laughing downstairs. I slowly rolled out of bed, stretching, and looked out my window. Mr. Parkman’s den was empty, but that was because he was downstairs in my kitchen. I slipped my blouse back on and smoothed my hair down, touched up my makeup, and headed down to the kitchen.

“Haley!” Mrs. Parkman cried the second she saw me. She rushed up and enveloped me in a big hug. “Look at you, look how grown up you are!”

I giggled and hugged her back. “Not all that much,” I said shyly.

She rolled her eyes. “Well you’ve filled out beautifully, dear, look at you!”

I blushed. I had gained a little more than the projected “freshman 15” over the year, but Mrs. Parkman would listen to none of that. “It was well needed,” she said, talking over my protests. “Sweetie, you’ve always been gorgeous, but you know, now you have some hips, some boobs! That’s what the boys like!”

My dad looked at me, assuming his over-protective father role, as my mom laughed. I’m sure I was red as a beet as Mrs. Parkman walked around me, basically checking me out. Not that I was uncomfortable with Mrs. Parkman doing it – it was the same as if my mom was talking about my boobs or ass and that was no big deal – but my dad and especially Mr. Parkman were standing right there listening to the two women trying to determine if my breasts had gone from a B to a C or a D, and to Mrs. Parkman exclaiming over how I had such a nice round butt.

I mean, it was true – before I had gone to college, I had been skinny as a rail. I had no ass, no hips. I guess my tits had been a little large for my small frame, but they were still proportionate at best. As Mrs. Parkman put it, I now had a “nice womanly figure” – I took that to mean the hourglass shape caused by the curves of my breasts and my wider hips. I was absolutely embarrassed – any thoughts I had about Mr. Parkman maybe liking me had vaporized the second they started talking about the pounds I had added. I mean, I might not have been huge, but I doubted Mr. Parkman really liked the fact that I now had a tummy, or the fact that my thighs were considerably thicker than when I had left in September. I pointed out both these facts quietly and embarrassedly to my mom and Mrs. Parkman, but they both just laughed.

“Silly girl,” Mrs. Parkman giggled. “Of course you would say that. That hardly counts as a tummy, and your thighs are meaty at most. They’re not bad at all, and even if they were, those boobs of yours make up for it. Don’t they, Jerry? Our little Haley has become a gorgeous little piece!”

Mr. Parkman cleared his throat. “Diane, I think we’re embarrassing Haley a bit,” he said softly. Mrs. Parkman looked at me. My face was red and I couldn’t even meet her eyes, and Mrs. Parkman touched my arm.

“Oh honey, I don’t mean to embarrass you, it’s just you’ve gotten so pretty and so grown up since we last saw you. Even your hair has finally grown out.” She touched my hair, and I had to admit she was right about that. I had short, chin length hair all through high school, but while I was school I never had time or money to get my hair cut, so my roommate would just trim the ends when I needed it.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Parkman,” I said quietly, smiling at her. I tried to ignore the fact that Mr. Parkman wouldn’t even look me anymore, and the conversation switched to my activities at college as I set the table for everyone.

Dinner went smoothly after that. Mrs. Parkman told me all about her volunteering and charity work, and I listened politely. She always tried to get me to volunteer with her, but I just wasn’t interested in hanging out with a bunch of middle age women trying to clean the highway or whatever it was they did. I needed a real job, and I mentioned that to her when she tried to get me to volunteer with her again.

After dinner, I helped my mom clean the kitchen while my dad and Mr. Parkman talked about what the two older women referred to as “guy stuff.” Eventually we finished and while my mom and Mrs. Parkman had a glass of wine, I went and sat with my dad and Mr. Parkman. For the first time since his wife had been examining my body, Mr. Parkman made eye contact with me as I sat down. My dad was talking about his new bar-b-que or something equally as exciting to him, and Mr. Parkman held my gaze, giving me the same kind of look that made me shiver earlier that day. This time, though, he didn’t look away. I was confused – I had no idea what was going through his head. All I knew is that there was a warm tingle shooting throughout my body from the look he was giving me.

The moment was only broken when my dad asked Mr. Parkman a question. He looked away from me and answered the question smoothly. It was that look that he gave me that made me sure I hadn’t been imagining his strange behaviour earlier, and it only served to make me more curious about what he was thinking. Was he, God forbid, disgusted by me? Or was it the opposite – was he turned on by me? Or, I reasoned with myself, maybe I was just preoccupied with sex and he was just not used to seeing me after so long. I almost laughed at myself when I thought of that. Of course, that was the most likely, and the most reasonable.

The rest of the evening passed quickly, and before I knew it, my mom and Mrs. Parkman had joined us, my mom yawning and Mrs. Parkman gently nudging her husband, quietly saying that she had a charity event the next morning. We walked the Parkman’s to the door, and I gave Mrs. Parkman a hug as I usually did. Mr. Parkman shook my dad’s hand and kissed my mom’s cheek, then turned to me.

I suppose he was going to just say good bye to me, but without thinking I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held my body close against his, just for a moment, before pulling back and smiling. “It’s so nice to be back and see everyone again,” I said, glancing from Mr. Parkman to Mrs. Parkman and smiling. No one seemed to notice anything about it, except for Mr. Parkman, who gave me another strange look, though this time it looked like he was the one who was nervous. I held his gaze for a little longer before Mrs. Parkman took his arm and they left.

My parents went off to do something and I sat in the living room for awhile, watching TV but not really paying attention. Truth be told, I was just waiting for it to be late enough for me to go upstairs and go to bed so I could finger the hell out of my pussy. The second I had pressed my body against Mr. Parkman’s, it felt like my pussy had gotten instantly wet. I couldn’t wait to go up to my room, strip down and lie in my bed, knowing that Mr. Parkman might be sitting in his den just over from me, knowing that he couldn’t see me when I was lying on my bed but that all I had to do was stand up and he would be able to see my fingers in my pussy.

I wasn’t sure what time it was, but the sun had gone down and I couldn’t take it anymore. I had been waiting for far too long for it, and hadn’t realised I was watching a Portuguese news program until I went to turn the TV off. I had been too preoccupied with continuing my fantasy from earlier – instead of teaching me how to suck cock, my fantasy Mr. Parkman had progressed to eating out my pussy, licking and sucking at my clit, teasing me with what I was imagining to be a very experienced mouth. I was sure my panties were soaked right through, and there was nothing that I wanted more than to slide my hand into my panties and playing with my dripping pussy.

I flicked the TV off and ran up to my room. I didn’t turn the light on right away, instead I looked through my window towards Mr. Parkman’s den. The light wasn’t on in the room, but I could see the door propped slightly open, a beam of light from the hallway spilling into the room. I doubted Mr. Parkman was in the room. He always shut the door behind him.

I flicked the lamp next to my bed on, my room flooding with a dim light. Stretching, I unbuttoned my blouse and threw it in the hamper, then slipped my jeans off and kicked them in the same general direction. I looked in the mirror above my dresser and sighed. Mrs. Parkman and my mom had been fighting over what cup size I was – my mom was certain I was a C whereas Mrs. Parkman had said I had to be a D. Mrs. Parkman had been right, I think. I had bought new panties and bras with money I had gotten for Christmas, when I had been about a 36C. Since then, though, I gained more weight – the new bras I bought went from a good fit to a little snug, and were now at the point where my tits were practically spilling out of them. I just didn’t have the money to buy new bras each time I gained weight. I looked at myself in the mirror, making a mental note to try working out a little more over the summer. I could see what Mrs. Parkman had meant – I did like the way I filled out, at least in the tits and ass department. I still didn’t like the tummy or the thighs, but I would just have to deal with it.

I undid my bra and sighed as it came off. It was just too tight, and a relief to get off. I rubbed my shoulders, the sides of my tits, underneath my breasts, glad to finally free them from the lacy white garment I had been wearing all day. I sighed, then bent over, hooking my thumbs into the matching white lace panties and slipping them down my legs. They were just as soaked as I had thought, and instead of standing up, I braced one hand against the dresser in front of me and couldn’t keep myself from slipping the other between my legs, sliding my fingers along my slit. I moaned softly as I finally touched my pussy, my fingers instantly soaking from my juices. I rubbed my fingers along my slit for just a few moments longer before I forced myself to take my hand away and stand up. I crossed the room, glancing out the window out of habit.

The beam of light that had been illuminating Mr. Parkman’s den was gone. I had to fight my impulse to stop at the window and gape out, instead pretending I didn’t notice anything at all and slipped onto my bed, turning the lamp out, just out of sight of the window.

My heart was pounding. I tried to convince myself to think logically – someone had probably just turned out the hall light – but something told me that the light was gone because Mr. Parkman was sitting in the room, in his favourite chair, in the dark, so he could see me undress. The thought should have mortified me. I was a fairly shy person, and would never think of doing it on purpose… or would I? I shivered, imagining myself putting on striptease just for Mr. Parkman.

Now, maybe I was just hoping. Maybe I was just wishing that Mr. Parkman had seen me bent over, my hand between my legs. But I believed he was sitting there, and it made my cunt throb just to think of it. I couldn’t take it anymore – I plunged a finger into my sopping cunt and immediately started finger-fucking myself hard and fast. I gasped softly and bit my lip to keep from full-out moaning. I worked my clit as best I could with my thumb, my hips straining up to meet my hand. My other hand moved to my large breast. I still wasn’t used to the size of my breasts, and I enjoyed exploring it. I rubbed the underside of my left breast, then my right, then cupped as much as I could in my small hands before I began pinching and tweaking my nipples.

It wasn’t going to take long for me to cum, not after how long I had been waiting. I pushed up to grind against my hand, fingering myself fast and hard, my back arched to get my fingers as deep as I could inside me. An image of Mr. Parkman filled my mind, the image of him licking my pussy, and I let a soft moan escape my throat before I bit my lip again. I moved my fingers faster, pinched my nipples harder, and before I knew it my pussy was tightening around my fingers as I came hard on my own hand. My body stiffened on the bed, my back arched, tits thrust in the air, hardly able to contain my moans, as my orgasm rocked through my body. I was gasping for breath as I came down, still gently rubbing my pussy with one hand, my other resting on top of my breast. I sighed as my glow slowly faded away, yawning as I started to feel sleepy.

I decided, however, to look out the window one last time. I slid out of bed and moved just beside the window, glancing out towards Mr. Parkman’s window. The room was still dark, but I could have sworn I saw a beam of light just fading as someone closed the door. I grinned, crawling back into bed and curling up, knowing I was likely just imagining it, but enjoying the idea anyways.

That night was the beginning of a routine I kept for the next few days. At first, it was terrifying. I never would have done anything like that until I realised what a rush it was. I would go up to bed just after the sky darkened, knowing that the fantasy would be ruined if I could see into Mr. Parkman’s den before I got undressed. Each night, I got more and more adventurous, wondering if Mr. Parkman was watching me, wondering if he knew I could see him, wondering if he got hard watching me. The thoughts made me blush but it seemed so naughty, so forbidden, that I couldn’t help myself – every night I ended up in bed, my hand between my legs as I thought about him sitting in that chair, maybe with his cock in his hand, watching me undress.

When I think back on it, I must have been so obvious. The first night I undressed, I had done it unconsciously, thinking Mr. Parkman had gone to bed. The second night, I faced the window as I unhooked my bra, pretending to be looking at my reflection from the side in the mirror. The night after that, I turned my back to the window, and if Mr. Parkman really was sitting there, he got a full view of my round ass and dripping pussy when I bent down to pull my panties off. I started wearing my sexiest panties and bra sets, and prancing around my room naked for much longer than I usually did – until I couldn’t take it anymore, until I had to touch myself. After a few days, I stopped waiting until I was lying in my bed. I mean, most nights I snuck my hand between my legs for a few moments, just to feel myself, but one night I turned my bedside lamp on, settled myself against my dresser, spread my legs, and proceeded to finger-fuck myself until I came hard, in full view of anyone who might or might not be sitting in Mr. Parkman’s den.

I should have felt bad about what I was doing, now that I think about it. I never really considered that if Mr. Parkman was watching me, it meant he wasn’t with his wife. But I was so horny when I was in my room, thinking about Mr. Parkman watching me, that I never really even considered it. I really liked Mrs. Parkman, but truth be told, I had never even seen the Parkman’s kiss or touch or hold hands or anything. Even my parents would kiss in front of me, and hold hands, and act like every other couple in love, and I had the feeling that my parents were either really quiet or that my mom as a frigid prude because I never heard them having sex.

Like I said, though, I never thought about it. Every night I would try to come up with new ways to show off for Mr. Parkman, even though I was never really sure that he was actually there – for all I knew, I was just caught up in my fantasy world, showing off for an imaginary person in the next house. As the days went on, I found myself wondering more and more if he was watching me. I wanted to know if he liked what he saw. If he knew I was doing it just for him. That last one was the one that especially ate at me. Each night, as I was undressing, I would glance at his den window at least once, hoping he would see me, hoping he was as turned on as I was.

My little shows soon became a ritual, and even though it was only about a week later, I felt like I had been doing it for ever. I didn’t see either of the Parkman’s that week, though I knew Mrs. Parkman had visited my mom at least twice. Both times, I had been out job hunting. I didn’t know if Mr. Parkman had come over at all. If he did, I never saw him, and I was dying to – if I saw him, maybe he would give me some sort of clue about if he saw my little shows or not. Either way, it had been the most sexually satisfying week of my life as of yet, all thanks to Mr. Parkman, and he hadn’t even touched me. He hadn’t done anything, really, except potentially sit in a chair facing my bedroom window. And as nice as the results had been, I was craving more.

I didn’t have to wait long for it. One night, shortly after, everything changed.

It started off the same way as the past few nights had started. My eyes were practically glued to the window, waiting for the last few rays of the sun to go down so I could run upstairs to my room. On that particular night, my parents were out – my mom had dragged my dad to some charity fundraiser. My dad hated going to them, and I was nearly guaranteed he would be drunk out of his mind within the first hour and having fun within the next, so they wouldn’t be home until much later that night. So on that night, I didn’t have to take nearly as many precautions – the TV wasn’t even on, I simply sat on the couch in the living room, looking at the sunset out the front window.

The second I couldn’t see any more sunlight, I ran upstairs. I began unbuttoning my jeans in the hallway, lifting up my T-shirt as I crossed my room and turned the lamp on. By that point, I had stopped checking for the beam of light in Mr. Parkman’s den. It didn’t do me much good to look for it anyway, as I would never be certain whether he was there or not.

I don’t know what made me do it – the fact that my parents weren’t home, the fact that I had been a little more daring every night – but I did things a little differently that night.

I started by practically tearing my clothes off. My jeans were already slipping down my hips, and I had my T-shirt up over my head. I hadn’t worn a bra that day, so my tits just bounced out of my top as I took it off. I threw it to the floor, tossing my head a bit to get my hair out of my face. I then stood in the middle of my room, topless, my jeans around my hips, showing just the top of my lacy black panties. I faced the window as I slid my jeans down my legs, slower than I had ripped my shirt off, and stepped out of them.

It went against every aspect of my shy personality, but I then looked straight out my window, at the square of black that was Mr. Parkman’s den window. I stepped forward, slowly, until I was directly in front of the window. I raised one hand, resting it on the window frame, as I slowly slipped the other hand into my tiny little panties. I stared at the window, my heart pounding, knowing that if Mr. Parkman was there he must nearly be having a heart attack at my blatant display. If he was there, and if he had been wondering if I knew he was there, it was definitely clear now. I fingered my clit, biting my lip as I stared out the window, my fingers sliding along my dripping slit, so close to the window that my tits were nearly pressing against the glass. My nipples were so hard that they brushed against the glass when I moved, the coolness of the glass making me jump and shiver.

I was nervous, watching Mr. Parkman’s window, hoping he was in the room watching me. I was out on a very long limb here, taking a huge step, making it known that I was showing off for Mr. Parkman. I don’t know what I was expecting, if I thought the room would just stay dark. If I thought that Mr. Parkman would reciprocate my step forward. I hadn’t thought that far ahead. I didn’t think about it then, either, as I fingered my clit, working myself towards an orgasm.

I was breathing hard, my eyes half-shut as I moved my fingers hard and fast. I could feel myself getting close, and I gasped, moaning out loud. My hips bucked forward to meet my fingers, and I was just on the edge, ready to cum, when the light in Mr. Parkman’s den flicked on.

I cried out, stumbling back from the window, but my body was ready to cum and I couldn’t stop my orgasm from quaking through my body. I moaned, trembling as I looked out the window, not knowing whether I was in trouble or if my sex life was about to get a lot more exciting.

Mr. Parkman was sitting in his chair, the door closed, the lamp on the table next to him on as he stared out the window. It wasn’t until the phone on my bedside table rang that I realised that he was holding a phone to his ear. Suddenly nervous, our eyes locked, I pulled my hand out of my panties and took a step forward, picking up the phone on the third ring.

He didn’t let me say hello. “Put on a long coat and go wait in front of your house,” he said. My mouth was half-open, still ready to say hello, and I stared at him for a long moment. My heart was pounding harder than it had been all night, and I felt dizzy and almost drunk as I nodded.

“Yes, Mr. Parkman,” I finally whispered into the phone.

“Two minutes,” he ordered, then hung up the phone and turned the light off.

I stood frozen for a moment, then nearly tripped over my own two feet as ran to my closet. The longest coat I had was a spring jacket from the year before, and I didn’t know if it would fit. I pulled it off the hanger and slipped onto it. It was fine until I tried to do it up over my breasts. Cursing, I tried whatever I could to get the buttons done up over my tits, which were two cup sizes bigger than when I had bought it. I managed to just get it done up, but the material was strained to the point that my skin was showing through the holes between each button and I didn’t know that the button would stay on if I moved suddenly. If I bent forward, for example, it tightened around my tits, not allowing me to breathe. I didn’t have enough time to care, though, and I did up the rest of the jacket. It just barely covered my ass, but Mr. Parkman had said a long coat – I assumed that meant no pants, no skirt. I wasn’t even sure if I was allowed to keep my panties on but I decided to risk it. I grabbed the first pair of shoes I saw, which were a pair of strappy heeled sandals I had worn to my high school graduation, and ran downstairs. I slipped them on at the front door, scribbled a note to my parents telling them I’d gone to a friends, and left, locking the door behind me.

Mr. Parkman’s car was waiting in front of my house. I was shaking, I was so excited, wondering where he was going to bring me – after all, it’s not like we were going back to his place if he had gotten his car out. I hurried towards it, my heels clicking on the driveway. The passenger door was open, and I slipped in as best I could, though I’m pretty sure Mr. Parkman got an eyeful of my black panties as I struggled to manoeuvre in the tight jacket I was wearing.

He let me get settled, and I found myself staring at my hands in my lap, too nervous to actually look at him. It was silent in his car, and he didn’t start driving. I could feel his eyes on me, looking at me, likely staring at the strained material covering my breasts, and I knew my skin was flushed from my cheeks to the base of my neck. Though, in all fairness, most of that was from the extreme amount of arousal I was feeling rather than any kind of embarrassment. The silence between us was the only thing more unbearable than the tension, and Mr. Parkman finally broke it by reaching one hand out and touching my shoulder tentatively. I could see him open his mouth out of the corner of my eye, trying to figure out what to say. Even just the slight pressure of his hand against my shoulder was making my entire body tingle. I turned my head to look at him.

“Haley… if…” he started to say. I knew where it was going – he had that tone like he was going to tell me I could leave if I wanted and while I wasn’t sure where things were headed with us, I knew I didn’t want to hear that. So I put my hands on Mr. Parkman’s shoulders and pulled myself close to him across the front seat, kissing him hard.

Whatever he was going to say, it was lost. Mr. Parkman’s hands were on me in an instant, on my arms, my breasts, my waist. He held me as close as he could across the seats, kissing me hard, his tongue tracing my bottom lip before he bit down on it lightly, making me cry out. He cupped one of my breasts with one large hand, my tits still more than his one hand could hold. My nipples were hard, my jacket so tight that it almost hurt as they strained against the material.

Mr. Parkman moved his lips from my lips to my jawbone, then towards my neck and just under my ear. “You’re such a tease,” he growled, biting me gently. I moaned softly and he squeezed my breast harder. “I felt horrible about watching you. Felt like a dirty old man spying on my gorgeous little neighbour. Then you started showing off, prancing around like a dirty fucking slut.” I cried out when he called me a slut, partially because he punctuated his sentence with another nip on my neck. “I can’t believe the little girl I used to watch when her parents went out turned into such a whore.”

I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t a whore, but he brought his lips back up to mine and kissed me hard. “Please Haley, tell me you want this… tell me it’s okay…” he mumbled against my lips.

I hesitated for just a moment – now that things were so real, I was suddenly incredibly concerned with a lot of things I hadn’t thought about before. The fact that Mr. Parkman kept switching gears was confusing me, too – ready to ask me if things were okay, then calling me a slut, then asking me again. “I want it, Mr. Parkman,” I whispered, finally answering him. “But… Mrs. Parkman…”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about her,” he said, cupping my cheek. “She’s okay with it. She loves letting me fuck other women. She likes to watch sometimes.”

My mouth dropped open, and Mr. Parkman laughed. “She saw you the other night and knew in a second that I’d want to fuck you. Why do you think she was talking about you like that?”

I could hardly believe what he was telling me, and Mr. Parkman just chuckled, pulling me close to him again and kissed me, his hand firmly gripping my hair. “How did you know I was watching you, hmm?” he asked as he kissed me.

“I hoped,” I gasped. “I didn’t know if you were there or not.”

“What made you think I’d be there in the first place?”

His mouth moved to the base of my neck as I explained to him how I saw the light from the hallway, and then how it was gone. He kissed and nipped at my skin, sucking lightly, just light enough to not leave a mark on my fair skin.

“You nearly drove me crazy when I saw you. If it weren’t for your parents I would have grabbed you and fucked your young little cunt right there,” he said.

“God, Mr. Parkman…” I whispered. I had no idea Mr. Parkman was so dirty – in the good way, of course. His words were making my cunt throb. My panties were already so wet from before that my juices were starting to coat my thighs. I had no doubt that Mr. Parkman would be buried deep in my pussy by the end of the night, and as much as I was looking forward to it, I was also a little scared. Mr. Parkman didn’t know I was a virgin, and I’m pretty sure he was assuming I wasn’t one. I didn’t know how to tell him, though – I loved the way he was talking to me, and I knew that if I told him he would stop. So, I had no plans to say anything.

We stayed there for a bit, until Mr. Parkman pulled himself away. “We’ll go somewhere else, in case your parents come back,” he said. “Is that okay, Haley?” I nodded and he started the car. After he turned the corner, he put his hand on my thigh, which was bare – the jacket had ridden up to the point where my panties were almost showing.

He rubbed my thigh as he drove, his eyes on the road, but his hand slowly moving up my leg, until he was stroking my pussy through my lacy black panties. He teased me, keeping his fingers away from my clit and just feeling my pussy lips through my panties. I tilted my head back in the seat, so excited that I could hardly breathe. “Mr. Parkman, please…” I begged.

“Oh baby,” he said, but his fingers still just teased my pussy. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” I gasped immediately. His hand cupped my pussy, grinding his palm into me. I raised my hips to meet his palm, but he wasn’t going to let me get what I wanted.

“Tell me how you like it,” he ordered.

I froze. I should have just made something up, I know that, but I honestly couldn’t think of anything in my state. My mouth just opened, but nothing came out. Mr. Parkman glanced at me. “Did you hear me?”

“I-I don’t know, Mr. Parkman,” I whispered, looking down at my lap. My legs were spread just wide enough for his hand to fit between them, and I bit my lip at the sight.

“Don’t know how you like to be fucked?” he repeated. I shook my head, blushing. I couldn’t believe he didn’t get it, but then, I guess people don’t just ‘get things’ like they seem to in movies. Plus, Mr. Parkman had good reason – I did act like a slut for him, stripping for him, teasing him… he had every reason to assume I had lost my virginity. “Come on,” he said when I didn’t answer. “You must have a favourite.”

“I’m sure I will, once I try some,” I whispered, seeing no way around telling him. Mr. Parkman frowned for a moment, then realised what I meant.

“Haley… you’re a virgin?” he said.

“Yes, but I want to keep doing like we’re doing, Mr. Parkman, please don’t stop…” I said quickly, moaning in disappointment as removed his hand from my pussy. “Please, I want to so badly!”

“I know, baby,” he said. “But if this is your first time, it’s happening the right way.”

“The right way…?” I repeated. “I didn’t know there was a wrong way.”

He laughed. “There isn’t really, but I’m not… I mean, I don’t want you to lose your virginity in the backseat of a car.” His hand returned to my thigh, but much lower, in comforting way rather than a sexual way. “I still have to look out for you.”

I blushed, and knew at that moment that if anyone was going to take my virginity, I wanted it to be Mr. Parkman. At least he cared about me – I mean, sure, it would be nice to lose my virginity to a guy I loved, but for one, I didn’t want to miss out on all that sex before I got married, and another, based on the fact that guys my age were inconsiderate douchebags, it would take a long time to get a guy who treated me as good as Mr. Parkman was. That, and someone who could was that good to me and could still say the dirtiest things. I put my hand on top of his and smiled.

We drove quietly, and I knew Mr. Parkman was looking at my breasts every chance he got to glance over. His hand moved ever so slightly on my thigh, ensuring I was just as ready as ever when he stopped in front of a hotel that was known to be pretty fancy. I looked at Mr. Parkman, incredulous.

He cut me off before I could protest. “You deserve somewhere nice,” he said, leaning across the seat to kiss my forehead.

“Mr. Parkman, I can’t go in there the way I’m dressed!” I exclaimed.

He laughed. “They won’t even notice.”

He was sure wrong about that. I mean, even as I got out of the car, I flashed my soaking panties at Mr. Parkman, and anyone else who might have been in the parking lot. Mr. Parkman took my arm in his as we walked into the hotel. He kissed my forehead before going to the front desk. I waited in the lobby, biting my lip, feeling like everyone was looking at me. They probably were – my ass was almost hanging out of my jacket, my nipples poking out the front, my heels making me look like a hooker. I blushed and looked at the floor until Mr. Parkman came up and took my arm again.

Our room was on one of the top floors, and because it was so late, we were the only ones on the elevator. Mr. Parkman took the opportunity to press me against the wall, his body pressed against mine for the first time that night, and kiss me hard. I moaned as I felt his cock pressing against me, his large hands ravishing my body, touching every bit of me he could get his hands on. I could have spread my legs right there and let him have me, but the elevator stopped. The doors open just a bit too quickly, giving the people waiting a view of a man old enough to be my father with his hands on my breasts. I blushed and the woman waiting laughed awkwardly before I grabbed Mr. Parkman’s hand and pulled him off the elevator.

“Slow down, baby. You don’t know where we’re going,” he teased, holding me back a bit by wrapping his arms around my hips and pressing his body against mine from behind. I giggled and wiggled my ass, grinding into his hard cock. He let me do it for a moment before leading me to a room at the end of the hall. After fumbling with the key for a moment, he opened the door.

I didn’t have time to take in the room all that much. All I saw was that it was more extravagant than anything I’d ever stayed in before, and that the bed was huge and covered in what looked like the softest sheets and blankets I’d ever seen.

But like I said, I didn’t have time. Mr. Parkman pressed me against the wall, harder than he had in the elevator, and practically tore my jacket off. My tits literally bounced out after being contained by the tight material, and Mr. Parkman’s mouth was on them before I had even let the jacket fall to the ground. He licked and sucked the tops of my breasts before running his tongue along my cleavage, then focussing his mouth on my nipple. He sucked each nipple eagerly, nipping softly at them, twirling his tongue around them. I raised a hand to his head, pressing it harder against my tits. Mr. Parkman groaned, the sound muffled by my breasts.

“Your breasts were beautiful before, Haley, but they’re fucking amazing now,” he said, and I moaned in response. “So big… so firm… so young…”

He stopped sucking my breasts after a bit, though I think it took all his strength to do so. It disappointed me a little, too – I could have let him suck my tits all night, it felt so good. But I knew the best part was coming up, and Mr. Parkman did too. He kissed me gently, running his fingers through my hair. “Doesn’t it bug you?” he asked.

“Hmm?” I said, kissing him back.

“That I’m old, baby,” he said. “I could be your father, you know.”

“I know, Mr. Parkman,” I said, then giggled. “I kinda like it.” He groaned and ground his hips against me. “Don’t you, Mr. Parkman?”

“Yes baby, I love it. You’re like the little girl I never had, but better – I get to fuck you, too,” he growled, kissing my neck.

I moaned in response. “Mr. Parkman, I want you to fuck me now…”

“Not yet,” he said, then surprised me by swiftly lifting me up. He walked over to the bed and gently lay me down, his body on top of mine, his lips moving down from the base of my neck, spending a good amount of time on my breasts, down my stomach and towards my dripping pussy. His large hands tenderly pulled my lacy panties down as he placed a kiss just on top of my pussy, before spreading my legs and sliding his tongue all along my dripping slit.

I had never had anyone lick my pussy before, and the feeling was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Mr. Parkman’s tongue teased my clit, danced along my slit, and probed at my dripping hole. He controlled every single tingle that ran through my body, every sound I made whether I was moaning or begging him for more. My hands were tangled in his hair, attempting to get his mouth closer to my cunt, but even as I raised my hips to get more, he was in control. He feasted on my pussy for what seemed like ages before slowly pulling himself away. I cried out in disappointment. “Please, I don’t want you to stop!”

“I’m not, baby,” he said, “Just moving.” He made me sit up, on my knees, then he lay on his back and pulled me to him, making me straddle his face. I could see a bulge in his pants, and as Mr. Parkman pulled my dripping pussy towards his mouth, I reached forward to undo them. I pulled them down quickly as Mr. Parkman continued to tease my pussy with his mouth. I moaned softly as he sucked on my clit, then gasped, though the gasp was because I had just pulled out Mr. Parkman’s cock.

I know now that Mr. Parkman’s cock was fairly average, though at the time it looked huge to me. The length was average; it was the thickness that got me. I could hardly wrap my entire hand around his cock. I was sure glad Mr. Parkman couldn’t see my face, though, because my mouth dropped open and I’m sure I must have looked worried – I was freaking out, trying to figure out how the thing would fit inside me. I didn’t say anything, however. I didn’t want Mr. Parkman to know I was scared, so I touched his cock slowly, tentatively at first, before nervously bring my mouth closer to it.

Now, like I said before, I had never sucked a cock. I had no idea where to start, really. I was determined to try, though – Mr. Parkman was paying such amazing attention to my cunt with his mouth that I had to at least attempt to return the favour. If I did it really wrong, I’m sure he’d let me know. So I studied his cock for a minute, determining what I would do.

I started by sticking my tongue out and licking the drops of pre-cum off his tip. I felt Mr. Parkman groan into my cunt, so I took that as a good sign and continued to lick his cock, running my tongue up and down the shaft, twirling it around the tip, until his cock was glistening from my saliva. I paid a little more attention to the tip before I opened my mouth, wrapping it around the head.

That had to be really good, because Mr. Parkman thrust up into my mouth, groaning again. I loved it when he groaned. It felt amazing, sent shivers through my body. I kept taking Mr. Parkman into my mouth, taking as much as I could without gagging, bobbing my head on top of him. Mr. Parkman responded to my sucking by focussing his mouth on my clit and bringing one of his large hands up between my legs, slipping one long finger into my tight, dripping pussy.

That made me moan, and Mr. Parkman really liked that. He groaned and thrust into my mouth again, only that time he hit the back of my throat. I choked on his thick cock, and strangely enough, I think he liked that too because he did it again. As he thrust into my mouth, he sucked hard on my clit, pumping one finger inside my cunt. I was beginning to build up again, and I unconsciously started grinding my pussy against Mr. Parkman’s face. He continued to eagerly suck my clit, moving his finger faster inside me.

His finger felt amazing, and I moaned loudly, though the sound was muffled by Mr. Parkman’s thick cock. I was now practically riding his face and fingers, my orgasm building up. I bobbed my head at the same pace that I was moving my hips. Mr. Parkman quickened the pace of his fingers moving inside me. I was on the edge of cumming, and all it took was Mr. Parkman flicking my clit with his tongue for me to go over the edge, my cunt tightening around Mr. Parkman’s fingers as I came hard on his face. I moaned, crying out, the sounds muffled by his cock, and I continued to suck him as I came down.

Mr. Parkman lapped lightly at my cunt, letting me suck him for a few minutes longer, before he gently pulled me off him. I was still catching my breath, and he laughed at me, grabbing me and pulling me next to him. He kissed me hard, and I could taste my juices on his lips. His hands were all over my tits again, squeezing and tweaking my nipples. I had just cum, but I knew I wanted more.

“Mr. Parkman,” I mumbled as he kissed me. “I’ve been waiting all night… will you please fuck me now?”

“You sure you’re ready, baby?” he teased, pinching my nipple.

“Yes!” I moaned. “Please!”

He rolled me onto my back, kissed and licked my breasts, before gently spreading my legs and moving himself between them. I shivered, partially due to excitement but mostly due to nervousness, as I felt his cock resting against my dripping slit. He kissed me gently. “Are you sure you’re ready, Haley?” he repeated.

“Y-yes,” I stuttered. There was no way I was going to back out. Mr. Parkman didn’t ask again. He started to position himself at my entrance. “Do it fast, Mr. Parkman. I just want to get it over with.”

He chuckled. “Just the first part, I hope,” he said. I giggled and nodded, and hadn’t even finished laughing when Mr. Parkman shoved his cock deep inside me.

I didn’t scream or anything, but I cried out a bit as his thick cock stretched my virgin pussy. Pain shot through my body. Mr. Parkman wasn’t moving, but I was gasping, trying to get used to the foreign feeling of something so big inside me. My head was tilted back, my eyes slammed shut, and I could feel Mr. Parkman’s lips on the top of my breasts and my neck.

After a few moments, the pain subsided, and I was suddenly very aware of the full feeling inside me, of the thick, throbbing cock that was enveloped by my cunt. I opened my eyes and looked at Mr. Parkman, who was watching me. “Feeling okay?” he asked.

“I’d be better if you started fucking me,” I replied.

He didn’t have to be told twice. Mr. Parkman began moving inside me, slowly at first, but gradually going faster. “Fuck, baby,” Mr. Parkman groaned, his face buried in my shoulder. “So tight… I don’t think I’ve ever fucked a pussy this tight…” I don’t think he was exaggerating, either. I felt like my pussy was stretching to fit him inside, like if his cock was just a bit bigger, he wouldn’t be able to move at all.

He fucked me deep, hard, making me moan and gasp with every thrust. My legs were wrapped around his waist, giving him full access to my cunt. “God, Mr. Parkman…” I cried.

“You like it, little girl?” he growled. I moaned in response. “Oh yes, baby. I never thought I’d fuck little Haley from next door…” He pounded his cock inside me, thrusting hard. His words made me moan and I could feel another orgasm building up, a warm tingle from my stomach down to my toes.

“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped. “Mr. Parkman, you’re gonna make me cum!”

“Yes, cum for me, baby,” he growled. He fucked me faster, harder, so hard that my tits were bouncing. “Come on, little girl, I want to be the first cock that you cum on.”

I came for him, and I came hard. My pussy tightened around his cock and I cried out, my body racked with pleasure. I guess maybe it was my tightening pussy that pushed Mr. Parkman over the edge, because he came just as I did. The feeling of his hot seed spurting inside me was so foreign, but so amazing. I looked down at his cock inside me, looking at my pussy lips stretched all around it. His cock had stuffed me almost full to begin with, so some of his cum had no choice but to drip outside before Mr. Parkman had even pulled out of me.

After a few moments, he pulled his softening cock out of me, rolling on his side. I lay on my back, feeling Mr. Parkman’s cum drip out of me. It was such a strange feeling, but so amazing. Mr. Parkman wrapped an arm around my stomach. “Are you okay, Haley?” he asked.

I turned my head to look at him, grinning. “Amazing, Mr. Parkman,” I giggled, kissing him. “Did I do good?”

He laughed and kissed me back. “Oh, very good. I think I should definitely help you practice a little more, though.”

I was definitely not opposed to that. And Mr. Parkman came through on it. We practiced a few more times that night alone, and then almost every day after that. Mrs. Parkman happily let me come over whenever I wanted, so long as I had a cup of tea with her once in awhile. And every night that summer before I went to bed, unless I was already at Mr. Parkman’s house, I stripped in front of my window, showing off for Mr. Parkman before going to sleep.

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