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“Wow!” I exclaimed, looking at my neighbor’s daughter. “You look gorgeous!”

I had known Meagan and her family since I moved into the house, about 10 years ago. Her parents were about as good as it gets for neighbors, and I considered them friends as well. Meagan and her older sister Beth were good kids, and it was enjoyable watching them grow into beautiful young ladies. I hadn’t seen her since she went back to school after the holidays, about a month ago.

“Awww, thank you Kurt!” she exclaimed as she walked across the lawn to me. “Yesterday was my 21st birthday, and today’s Valentine’s Day, so Mark’s taking me out tonight for a celebration!”

I was never crazy about her boyfriend, but hey, this wasn’t my daughter, so my opinion was rather moot.

“You’re 21?” I asked, faking shock. “Holy CRAP, I feel old!”

“Oh, stop it,” she said, giving me a hug. “You’re not old, and you know it!”

“Aww, thanks, Meagan,” I replied. “You’re sweet. A terrible liar, but you’re sweet.”

She laughed and slapped my shoulder, and then twirled around for me.

“You really think I look ok?” she asked.

A tall, thin girl, Meagan, like her sister and mother, was gorgeous, and had done some professional modeling. She was a little thin for my personal tastes, but again, that was my personal tastes.

“You look better than ok,” I told her as my eyes wandered up her long, thin legs to her short skirt, and then further up her torso, over her small breasts, and up to her face. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you!” she squealed, giving me another hug. “I have to go back in and finish getting ready. I’ll see you later!”

“Have fun tonight,” I told her.

“Oh, I will!” she laughed. “My parents left this morning to go into the city for a Valentine’s weekend, so I’ve got the whole house to myself for two days!

“Oh boy,” I laughed. “I didn’t need to know that!” I told her.

She laughed, and started walking back to her house.

“Hey, do you know where he’s taking you?” I asked. “If you don’t mind, maybe I’ll stop by and buy you a birthday drink.”

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “I’d LOVE to have a birthday drink with you! I don’t know where we’re going for dinner, but I’m sure we’ll wind up at the Watering Hole.”

The Watering Hole was a favorite spot for the younger crowd in this area, so I knew that I wouldn’t stay very long, but I told her that I hoped to see her there.

*****

Later that night, after stopping off for a few beers at my favorite local, I went over to the Watering Hole to buy Meagan her birthday drink. The doorman gave me a look as I walked in, not even bothering to check my ID.

I walked up to the bar to order a beer. To my surprise, I knew the bartender, and described Meagan, asking her if she’d seen her.

Donna, the bartender, pointed her out toward the end of the bar.

There, I saw Meagan, arguing with some drunk guy that was not her boyfriend. I took my beer from Donna and started walking to the other end of the bar. As I got closer, I could see that Meagan had been crying, and this guy was obviously starting to annoy her.

“Is there a problem, Meagan?”I asked, placing my hand on her arm as I reached them.

“Who the fuck are you, Gramps?” drunk guy slurred.

“Yeah,” Meagan replied, looking at me with relief. “This asshole won’t leave me alone.”

“Hey! Asshole!” drunk guy yelled. “I asked you a question!”

“Piss off, son,” I told him very calmly.

“Fuck you!” he yelled, trying to push me.

“Son, you should walk away, right now, before you hurt yourself,” I told him in a very calm, even voice.

“You think I’m afraid of you Gramps?” he laughed.

“Son, I think you’re to stupid to be afraid, which is a very BAD thing right now.”

“Quit calling me ‘son!'” he yelled. “I’m not your son!”

“You’re right,” I replied. “My son is smart enough to know when to shut up and walk away. You, unfortunately, are not.”

Just then, two bouncers the size of mountains walked up behind drunk guy.

“Is there a problem here?” one asked.

Drunk guy started screaming something about me threatening him. When he was done, the bouncers looked at me.

“I came up to buy my neighbor a drink for her birthday,” I calmly explained to them. “When I got here, it seemed rather obvious that he was bothering her and wouldn’t leave her alone, so I politely suggested that he leave. That’s when he started yelling at me.”

They both looked at each other, and then at Meagan. “What happened?” one of them asked her.

“What he said is the truth,” she told them, looking at me. “I kept asking this guy to leave me alone, but he wouldn’t.” As she spoke, I noticed that she was slurring her words a bit.

Without another word, they took drunk guy by the arms and led him out the door. I then looked at Meagan and asked her if she was alright. She started crying, and told me that she needed to use the washroom.

Just then, Donna walked up behind the bar.

“Is that really your neighbor?” she asked, handing me another beer. “Or are you trying to pick up the drunk little hottie?”

“No, she’s really my neighbor,” I laughed. “I’m a bit too old to try and pick up someone that age.”

“I don’t know about that,” Donna said. “I’m a lot younger than you, and you asked me out.”

“So what happened with her?” I asked, ignoring her comment. “Why was she crying?”

“I don’t know, but about an hour ago, she came in with another guy, and right after I gave then their drinks, they started arguing. He left right after that, and she started crying. I have no idea what they were arguing about,” she said.

“Oh boy,” I replied. “What did the other guy look like?”

Donna then described Mark perfectly, and I started having a bad feeling.

“How much has she had to drink?” I asked.

“This is her fourth or fifth drink here,” she responded, motioning to the drink I bought her.

“Ok, thanks,” I said, handing her a $10 tip.

“So, am I ever going to get to see you again?” she asked

“I think that’s quite possible,” I told her, smiling. Donna and I had briefly dated a couple of years back, but stopped because our work schedules just couldn’t match up.

“I’d like that,” she told me as she walked off.

I watched as Meagan came walking back up to the bar. It was obvious that she had fixed her makeup when she was gone, but her eyes were still puffy, red and glassy.

“Are you ok?” I asked as she sat down.

Without saying a word, she picked up her full glass and downed the drink.

“I don’t want to talk here,” she said, turning toward me. She looked like she was ready to start crying again.

“Ok,” I replied. “Do you want me to take you home? Do you want me to take you someplace else?”

“No, would you take me home?” she asked, placing her hand on my arm. “I don’t have any other way to get there.”

“Not a problem,” I told her, offering my arm. “C’mon.”

I led her out the door and started walking toward my truck. As I helped her into the passenger seat, Meagan had to spread her lags a bit, giving me a view almost to her panties.

I shook my head as I walked around to my door, and then got in.

Before I could start the engine, Meagan started bawling.

Not knowing what else to do, I put my arm around her shoulder, and held her as she leaned into me.

“Oh. My. God,” she sobbed. “What an asshole!”

“Who?” I asked softly.

“Mark!” she yelled between sobs. “The son of a bitch broke up with me!”

“Holy shit,” I breathed. “Tonight? On your birthday?”

“Yes!” she yelled. “The bastard told me he’s been sleeping with someone else, and now she’s pregnant! SON OF A BITCH!”

“Oh geez,” I said. “You guys were together for a long time, weren’t you?”

“Six years!” she yelled and sobbed. “BASTARD!”

“Oh, Meagan, I’m so sorry,” I told her, rubbing her arm and shoulder.

“He told me that I wasn’t pretty enough, or ‘sexy’ enough, or good enough in bed, so he started fucking some slut,” she sobbed. “He’s the only guy I’ve been with!”

The more she went on, the more I wanted to find the little asshole and beat him, but I knew I had to take care of Meagan before I could think of doing anything else.

“He’s an asshole,” I told her. “He doesn’t deserve you. He got what he deserves in the slut.”

We sat there for a couple of minutes, and I continued holding her as she cried into my chest. Finally, she stooped and sat up a little.

“The drunk guy I was arguing with,” she told me, “was Mark’s cousin. The son of a bitch was trying to pick me up!”

“Oh shit!” I said. “I knew I should have hit him!”

Sitting up further, Meagan looked at me.

“Tell me the truth,” she said softly, “am I pretty?”

Looking at her, I had to shake my head.

“Are you serious?” I asked just a little louder than I intended. “Are you pretty? Meagan, you are what I call ‘scary beautiful.'”

“What’s ‘scary beautiful’?” she asked with a confused look on her face.

“You are so beautiful, most guys would be afraid to ask you out.” I explained. “As much as they would want to take a shot, the first thing that would go through their mind is, ‘There’s no way that chick would ever go out with me,’ so they would back off with out even trying.”

“So, if you were my age, would you ask me out?” she asked.

“Honestly, I might be afraid to, too,” I told her.

“Although I would spend a lot of time fantasizing about you,” I said. The words came out before I knew what I was saying.

Meagan had a stunned look on her face for a second. “Really?” she asked. “You would fantasize about me?”

“I’m sorry, Meagan,” I stammered. “I never should have said that. I must have had more to drink that I thought.”

“Aren’t you the one who taught me, ‘En vino, veritas?” she asked.

“Yes, I am,” I said softly.

“So, that means you think I’m sexy, too?” she asked.

Suddenly, before I could say anything, Meagan launched herself at me and kissed me. Wrapping her arms around me and holding me tight, she kissed me hard and passionately.

I quickly pushed her away, holding her by her shoulders.

“Meagan…” I started to say.

“Can I tell you something?” she asked, looking deep into my eyes.

“What?” I asked, afraid of where she was going.

“I’ve fantasized about you, too,” she told me. “When you work out, doing your Martial Arts routines on your patio, I sometimes stand in my window and watch you.”

“A lot of times, I touch myself while I watch,” she continued.

“Meagan, that’s more than needed to know. I’m old enough to be your father,” I told her. “Fantasy is one thing, but reality is completely different.”

“You may be old enough to be my father,” she said, sliding closer in the seat to me, “but you don’t look like it. My father looks nothing like you. He’s getting fat, and gray. You … you’re still real fit. You’re sexy, especially for an older guy.”

“The key words there are ‘for an older guy’,” I told her.

“I don’t care,” she said, leaning in to kiss me again.

‘Holy crap!” I thought to myself as I tried to hold her away from me. ‘This is a girl I would’ve killed to kiss when I was her age!’

“Meagan, please. Stop,” I told her.

“Why?” she said, as she started crying again.

“I told you, I am way too old for you,” I said.

“But you said that you think I’m pretty, and that I’m sexy,” she countered. “So what’s your age got to do with it?”

“Unfortunately, a lot,” I told her. “Especially since I’m friends with your parents. I have to believe they would kill me, and I literally MEAN kill me, if they knew we had been together.”

“Well, then we just don’t tell them,” she said.

“No,” I said firmly. “You’ve been drinking, and you’re still in shock over what happened tonight. I’m going to take you home, and you’re going to bed. ALONE.”

“But …” she started.

“No,” I repeated.

“I’m not drunk,” she said softly.

Without another word, I started the truck and drove home.

I pulled into my driveway and before I helped her out of the truck, I turned to her.

“Meagan, what I told you tonight was the truth,” I said. “You are easily one of the most intelligent, beautiful, and sexy, young women I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, but I promise you that in a week, when you look back at this you’re going to realize that what almost happened here would’ve been a big mistake.”

“A week, huh?” she replied. “We’ll see.”

I shook my head again and climbed out of the truck. As I opened the passenger door, I reached in to help her climb out. Once again, I got a nice view up her skirt as she turned.

I walked her to her door, and as she opened it, she turned and looked at me.

“Just so you know,” she said as she stepped inside, “I know you looked up my skirt twice tonight. Once might have been a mistake, but twice … you can’t tell me you don’t want me.”

Before I could say anything, she turned and walked in the house shutting the door behind her.

*****

I didn’t see Meagan much over the next few days, and soon she was back downstate in College.

A couple of months later, I saw Rick, Meagan’s dad, loading up his wife’s SUV.

I walked over to talk to him, and he told me that he and his wife were driving down to Texas, to see their other daughter and son-in-law at their new home just outside of Houston.

“Hey, Meagan told me what happened that night she and Mark broke up,” he told me.

Not knowing exactly what she told him, I just nodded.

“I just want to thank you for being there,” he said, sticking out his hand. “Mark’s cousin Donny is a real piece of shit, and it scares me to think what could’ve happened if you hadn’t shown up.”

“Hey, it’s no big deal,” I told him as I shook his hand. “I’m just glad I could be there. She’s a good kid. I feel sorry for her, the way Mark treated her.”

“Well, she seems to be doing pretty well,” he replied. “She’s keeping her grades up, and she’s started dating again, so we’re hoping…”

“Good. I’m glad to hear it,” I told him.

Truth be told, I’d thought a lot about that night, even masturbating to thoughts of what could’ve happened between us if I’d let it. Now, hearing that she was dating again, I felt a little jealous.

“Well, anyway, she’s coming up for a couple of weeks, while we’re going to be gone. It’s her spring break, and she doesn’t feel like going anywhere, so she’s coming home.”

“Good for her,” I said.

“Can you do me a favor?” he asked softly.

“Rick, anything for you. You know that. Hell, I don’t even have to tell you where I buried the little bastard’s body if you don’t want.”

Rick laughed, and shook his head. “No, I’d just appreciate it if you could keep an eye out for her. Just kind of watch out for her while we’re gone,” he said. “I’d feel safer if I knew she was protected.”

“Not a problem, brother,” I told him, clapping him on the shoulder. “I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Thanks. You don’t know how much better I feel,” he said, shaking my hand again.

Just then, Annie, his wife, came walking out of the house, and she gave me a big hug.

“Thank you so much for protecting Meagan that night,” she said.

“Annie, I just told Rick, it was my pleasure.”

Rick then went on to tell her that I said I’d keep an eye on her while they were gone, and she almost had tears in her eyes.

“Oh my god,” she said, kissing me on the cheek. “You are such a good friend and neighbor! Thank you!”

*****

The following Saturday night, just as I was pouring a bourbon and getting ready to watch a late night hockey game, my doorbell rang.

As I opened the door, I saw Meagan standing there, wearing a long coat and smiling.

“Can I talk to you?” she asked.

“Ummm, ok,” I said, standing aside.

She brushed past me quickly, and walked into my living room. I could smell a very soft, sexy floral perfume on her in her wake.

I walked in to join her and I saw that she was sitting on my sofa, still wearing her coat. I could see her legs below her knees, and a pair of high-heeled roman sandals, laced around her calf up to just below her knees.

“Umm, what’s up?” I asked, wondering about her appearance.

“Do you have any wine?” she asked. “I could use a drink. I’m in a wine kind of mood.”

“Ummm, sure. White or red?” I asked after hesitating a second, wondering exactly what ‘a wine kind of mood’ meant.

“Red,” she replied, in a voice that started to worry me.

I walked over to my cabinet on the far wall of the room and pulled out a nice bottle of red for her.

I watched her out of the corner of my eye as I poured her a glass, and then brought it over to her.

Realizing that, expecting to be home alone all night, I was wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of old, well-worn sweat pants, I quickly excused myself and went to my room to throw on a pair of boxers.

“Do you want to take off your coat?” I asked when I returned.

“Not yet,” she replied softly. “Maybe later.”

“Ok. So, what can I do for you?” I asked as I handed her the glass of wine.

“Right now, I’d just like to relax and have a drink,” she said. “I don’t feel like going out. I feel comfortable with you. Safe.”

She took a sip of the liquid, and held the glass as I sat in my recliner.

“This is nice,” she said. “I love the warm feeling as it hits my belly.”

I didn’t say anything as I watched her.

We sat there for a while and started watching the hockey game. I explained the game to her, and she told me about school.

“Your dad told me you started dating again,” I said during the first intermission.

“That’s what I told him,” she replied. “I went on one date. It was a freaking disaster.”

“College guys just want to get laid, which wouldn’t be so bad if they gave a damn about the girl!” she continued. “They think that we should take care of them, and once they get off, it’s over. We’re just supposed to be there for their fulfillment.”

“Yeah, that’s not right,” I said. It was obvious that she was feeling the wine, having finished off most of the bottle, and I was on my third glass of bourbon and starting to feel that. As horny as I was already, and she was sounding, this was heading in a bad direction.

As the second period started, the conversation slowed down and we continued watching the game.

By the second intermission, she had finished off the wine. I had one more bourbon, and was definitely feeling a buzz.

As soon as the period ended, she excused herself to go to the washroom. When she came back, she was still wearing her long coat.

“Can we talk about the elephant in the room?” she asked after she sat down.

I had hoped that we could avoid the subject, especially since we had both been drinking, but it was obvious that wasn’t going to happen.

“Sure,” I replied.

“Well, you told me to give it a week, and I did,” she said. “I gave it more than a week. I think the only mistake I made was not trying hard enough with you.”

I started to say something, but she continued.

“I’ve thought about that night for the past couple of months,” she went on. “I thought about YOU.”

“I’m still pissed off at Mark, but like you said, he got what he deserves. And he DOESN’T deserve to have me. I thought I loved him, but now I just don’t care.”

She stood up, wobbling a little, and walked over toward me.

Standing in front of me, she opened her coat and dropped it to the floor. I watched as it pooled around her ankles, and then slowly dragged my eyes up the length of her body.

“Sweet mother of God,” I whispered.

She stood in front of me wearing a a lacy black see-through top, a short skirt, and her heels. Even in the dim lights, I could see a waist chain attached to her belly button piercing, and it was obvious she was not wearing a bra. Her dark aureola were in stark contrast to the black material of her blouse.

“You can’t tell me that you don’t like what you see,” she said.

“Your words may say ‘no,’ but your body is definitely saying something else,” she giggled, looking down at my crotch.

She stepped back to the end table and picked up her wine glass, finishing half of the contents.

“I don’t know whay to say,” I told her. “Yes, I definitely like what I see. I told you, you are amazingly beautiful.”

“I believe the words you used were ‘scary beautiful,'” she said softly.

“Yes, I did,” I said. “I also told you that I am much too old for you. You need to find someone your own age.”

Meagan looked at me, and then downed the rest of her wine.

“I don’t want anyone my own age,” she said, slowly getting up and walking toward me. “I want someone with experience. Someone who’s not going to play games.”

“I want you,” she said softly, standing at my feet.

Meagan took another step toward me, straddling my legs, and then sat on my legs.

Her skirt was short and tight enough that it barely covered her ass and crotch as she sat with her ass on my knees.

She then bent her knees and slid closer to me in the chair.

“I’ve never worn this top before without a bra,” she said softly. “Does it look ok?

“Yes,” was all I was able to get out.

Her knees were up to the tops of my legs, and her crotch was inches away from my thickening cock. I was definitely getting aroused by what Meagan was doing, and part of me was hoping that she was going to stop soon. Most of me, however, wanted to see just how far she was going to take it.

“Good,” she replied. “I’m glad.”

Meagan placed her hands on my shoulders and slid forward on my lap, until she was almost sitting on the quickly expanding bulge in my sweat pants.

She then reached one hand around to the back of my neck, placing the other hand on the side of my face, and leaned in to kiss me as she pulled me toward her, sliding even closer on my lap.

Instinctively, my hands reached around her and slowly slid up her back and across her ass.

Meagan moaned softly as our tongues began dancing with each other, and she slid even closer, now sitting completely on my lap.

“Oh my god,” she breathed when our lips parted. “You are an amazing kisser!”

“Thank you,” I replied. “You’re pretty good yourself.”

“It seems like someone else is enjoying, too.” she giggled as she wiggled her hips, brushing her pussy against my shaft.

“Meagan, I really don’t think…” I started to say.

“Oh, shut up,” she cut me off, leaning in to kiss me again.

This time, her kiss was hard, firm, and intense. She held me tightly, and ground her pussy against my bulge. I could feel her hard nipples poking me in the chest as she pressed herself against me.

A couple of minutes later, she broke off the kiss and leaned back.

“Are you going to argue with me any more?” she asked.

“If I do, are you going to kiss me like that?” I asked, teasing her as I finally gave into the situation

“Probably,” she replied, “but that means you’ll miss out on everything else I want to do.”

“And I do mean, EVERYTHING.”

“Oh? Like what?” I asked as I continued sliding my hands up her back.

“Well, like this,” she replied softly, as she started pulling my shirt up over my head. She tossed my shirt backwards over her head, and then leaned in and started kissing my bare chest.

I moaned softly as she slowly slid her ass backwards as her lips traveled further down, until she was kneeling on the floor between my legs.

I looked down at her, and I could see a wet spot on my sweats on the top of my bulge. Seeing the location, I knew that spot was definitely not from me!

I watched as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my pants, and I lifted my hips as she began sliding both my sweats and my boxers down.

“Oh geez!” she gasped as my hard cock sprang up.

“You’re huge!” she said softly as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft. “So thick!”

I knew I wasn’t really THAT big, but I wasn’t about to argue with this beautiful young woman reaching for my hard cock.

“Ohhhh,” she said as she wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. “You’re a lot bigger than Mark!”

While I had to admit that I was proud to hear that, I also wasn’t too happy about hearing her mention him at that moment. Fortunately, I was quickly distracted when she started licking all around the head of my shaft.

“Oh, damn!” I gasped a couple of minutes later when I watched her stretch her lips around my cock and slowly slide them down the length.

Meagan took me deep into her mouth, and wrapped her fingers around the last couple of inches. She started stroking me as her head began slowly bobbing up and down.

After a couple of minutes, I watched as she placed both of her hands on the tops of my thighs and, locking eyes with me, opened her mouth wide and dropped her head, taking me as deep as she could.

Her saliva coated my shaft as she gagged, trying to take me as deep as she could, and then finally wrapping her lips tightly around my cock.

“Oh, shit,” I moaned as I felt her tongue work my shaft while her lips slowly massaged it.

“MmmHmmm,” she moaned as she slowly slid her lips up and down my rod.

Her hands squeezed my thighs as she continued sucking my cock and kept her eyes locked on mine.

For a girl who’d only been with one other guy, she really knew how to suck cock! It wasn’t long before I knew I either had to stop her or I was going to cum.

“Oh, shit, Meagan!” I gasped as she tried taking me deep again. “You’ve got to stop!”

She slowly slid her lips back, and I felt the cool air on my wet shaft as she sat back on her heels.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Don’t you like it? I know I haven’t had much practice, and I’ve never had anything that big before, but…”

“Meagan, stop,” I told her as I caught my breath.

I reached my hand down to her and cupped her chin. “That was incredible,” I told her. “If I didn’t stop you, you would’ve made me cum.”

“Why is that bad?” she asked, giggling and reaching out for my pole again.

“Because I’m not your age any more,” I told her. “It would probably take me too long to get it back up, IF I could get it back up tonight.”

“So, it wasn’t me?” she asked softly.

“Oh, it was you alright,” I told her, “but in a good way.”

“The best way,” I added.

“Good,” she replied, looking at my cock as she stroked it.

“Come here,” I told her as I reached my arms out.

Smiling, Meagan took my hands and I pulled her on to my lap and kissed her.

“Oh my god!” she gasped when I released her. “Mark would never kiss me after I went down on him.”

“We’ve already established the fact that he was an idiot,” I told her, annoyed that she brought him up again.

She giggled and leaned in to kiss me again.

When our lips parted, I told her to wrap her arms around my neck and hold on tight as I stood up. Her legs quickly, and tightly, wrapped around my waist, and I started walking toward my bedroom.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“You deserve to have our first time together to be in a bed, not on a couch,” I told her.

She sighed and pulled my head in to kiss me, and I continued walking to my bed.

As soon as I felt my knees bump up against the edge of the mattress, I slowly lowered her down and lay next to her.

Our tongues wrestled and danced together as I slid my hand across her body, softly passing over her hard nipples.

As my hand reached her belly, I began kissing my way down the soft skin of her neck, and then across the lacy fabric that still covered her upper body.

“Oh yesss!” she gasped when my lips reached her hard nipples.

I started sliding her top up her body and pulled my head back just long enough to pull the soft lace over her small breasts and bunch it up below her neck.

“Oh god!” she hissed as I kissed her stomach, briefly flicking my tongue into her bellybutton, working it around her piercing, and slowly worked my way back up to her chest.

Her nipples were standing up tall by the time I slowly dragged my tongue across one of them. Meagan moaned and pulled my head into her firm tits.

“Oh god!” she breathed. “My nipples are so sensitive!”

“Mmm,” I moaned in response, and began flicking my tongue across one nipple while my fingers were gently pinching and rolling the other.

Meagen’s breathing was getting shorter and heavier as I switched nipples, and I slowly slid my hand across the front of her skirt, pressing my fingers against her mound.

“Oooohhhhh!” she gasped as I pressed against the top of her pussy and gently bit down on her nipple.

I felt her raise her hips, increasing the pressure against my hand, and she pulled my head down harder against her tit.

“Oh god!” she gasped, moving her hips up and down.

Thinking that she might cum soon, and wanting to delay that for a while, I then slid my hand over to her thigh and softly stroked it as I started kissing down her belly, causing her to moan in frustration.

My lips reached the waistband of her skirt, and I flipped it up, exposing her bare, trimmed pussy.

“Young lady,” I said, “you seem to have forgotten something!”

“I didn’t forget anything,” she breathed, smiling at me.

I looked down, and saw her pussy lips spread wide and glistening with her juices.

I leaned in and softly blew across her clit, causing her to gasp. I then slowly slid my tongue up her wet slit, from her pussy up to just below her hard clit.

“Ohhhhmyyyygod!” she gasped loudly. “Mark would never do that! That feels sooo good!”

“Ok,” I said, straightening up, ” I am not Mark. Mark is an idiot, and he’s not here. He had his chance, and he blew it. I do not want to hear that little weasel’s name spoken here again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she replied softly. “I’m sorry. I just…”

“Stop,” I said, pulling my body back up to kiss her. “I’m sorry I got mad. I just want you to enjoy, and stop thinking about that loser. He’s done. No more.”

“Ok,” she said, puling me down to kiss her.

When our lips parted, I slid back down her body until my face was between her legs again.

“Now, where was I?” I asked.

“I believe you were right HERE,” Meagan replied, placing her hands on my head and pulling it down to her pussy.

She moaned softly and gripped my head tighter as my tongue parted her dark, sparse pubic hair.

“Ohhhyessss!” she moaned, pushing her hips up at my face as I flicked my tongue across her clit.

It felt like she was trying to push my face into her pussy, she was pulling so hard, but I wasn’t going to stop her. I wanted her to let loose and enjoy her first pussy licking.

I began moving my head back and forth, lightly and quickly flicking my tongue all through her wetness.

Meagan’s breathing was getting heavier and her hips were moving faster and harder, and I decided to step it up a notch.

I slipped my arm underneath my chest and brought two fingers to the wet opening of her pussy. As I began to slowly slide the fingers in, wiggling them as I did, I also wrapped my lips around her clit, which was sticking up taller, and began to gently suck on it.

“Ohhhhmyyyygodddd!” she exclaimed loudly, pulling my head in even tighter.

Keeping my lips firmly around her clit, I gently shook my head and slid my fingers in deeper, pressing against the top of her hot, wet hole. The further my fingers slid in, the more I noticed how tight her pussy was, even as wet as she was.

I soon found the bumpy ridged area I was looking for, and started pressing my fingertips against it.

“Ohhhhh!”

I sucked a little more firmly on her clit as my fingertips played inside her pussy, and then I released her clit.

“OhhhhGOD!” She pulled my head in tightly, pushing her hips up at me, holding tightly to my head.

I began flicking my tongue across her now blood-engorged clit while I alternated pressure with my fingers along the roof of her pussy, pressing first one, and then the other, sometimes both, other times neither, but moving my wrist around.

“Ohhhhhhyeeeaaahhhh!”

After a couple of minutes, Meagan’s breathing was getting heavier yet, and her hips were bouncing off of the mattress.

“Ohmygod!” she screeched. “I’m gonna cum! Oh my god!”

I continued playing with her clit and pussy, and I soon felt her pussy start to clamp down on my fingers.

“Ooohhhhyeessss! Ohmygod! I’m cumming! Oh my god I’m cumming!”

Meagan’s hands slammed into the mattress, and she grabbed a handful of the sheets, pulling up on them as her orgasm swept over her body. Her pussy was almost gushing her juices, and when I looked up at her, her nipples were standing about an inch-and-a-half, and she had a big red splotch between her tits.

I slowed down my licking, and eventually her body collapsed onto the bed. I pulled away for a second, and then leaned in and gave her clit one last, slow lick as I slid my fingers out of her still spasming pussy.

“Oh SHIT!” she gasped, her body jumping as my tongue hit the tip of her clit. “Stop! I’m too sensitive!”

I then started slowly kissing my way back up her body, my tongue flicking her belly button piercing as I passed it.

I firmly sucked on both of her hard nipples, gently biting down on them, and then kissed up her neck, until I reached her lips.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me intensely.

“Is that how I taste?” she asked as I raised up, pulling my lips from hers.

“Yes, it is,” I replied, extending my arms.

“I kind of like it,” she responded, licking her lips.

“So do I,” I told her as I moved my hips, sliding the top of my hard cock along her wet pussy.

Meagan’s eyes widened as I slowly moved my hips, sliding my shaft up and down her slit.

“Please go slow,” she whispered.

“Would you like to be on top?” I asked her.

“I’ve never done it like that,” she told me.

“Well, then this is the perfect time,” I replied, as I leaned back down to her and kissed her again.

Holding on to her, I rolled us over until I was on my back, and her legs fell to the sides of mine.

“This way, you can control the pace,” I told her.

“Ok,” she replied, smiling.

I slid my hands up her body, slowly pushing back until she was sitting on my hips. My shaft was pressed against her ass, and she wiggled her hips, giggling softly.

Meagan then raised herself up on her knees, and she reached down and wrapped her fingers around my hard pole.

We both moaned as she began sliding the head of my cock up and down her wet slit, covering it with her nectar.

Once my head was coated with her juices, she nestled it in the warm mouth of her pussy, and then slowly began lowering herself.

“Ooohhhhhh!” she softly moaned, my cock only half way inside her.

“Oh yeah!” I moaned as her ass finally rested on me. “You are so damn tight!”

“Oh damn!” she gasped. “That’s because you are so damn big!”

I placed my hands on her hips and held her still, allowing her to get used to me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and gripped them, and a couple of minutes later, I felt her start moving her ass. I released her hips, sliding my hands up her body.

“Oh shit!” she gasped as she slid her ass back and forth on me. “This feels so fucking good!”

“That’s it, baby. Ride me,” I told her as I squeezed her tits.

“Ohh yessssss!”

Meagan ground herself against me for a few minutes while I squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. Every time that I pinched them, she would moan louder and press her hips harder against me, so I started pulling on them.

“Oh yess!” she exclaimed as I extended her hard points. She then stopped her grinding, and started bouncing her ass up and down.

“Ohhh! Ohh yeah!”

“Oh shit! Yes!”

“Oh god! This is SO good!”

I could see a thin layer of sweat starting to build up on her chest, so I decided to take her over the edge, and quickly.

I reached my hands around her back and pulled her down to me. As her hard nipples pressed against my chest, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her, holding her tightly.

As our lips pressed against each other’s, I slid my hands down to her ass and started bucking my hips.

Meagan moaned softly as I started fucking her and she held on to me. Holding tightly to her asscheeks, I lifted my legs, so that my feet were planted on the mattress, and I began thrusting my hips up.

She began moaning harder, and started to straighten up, so I slid my hands up to her lower back and held her down firmly. I then started fucking her harder and faster, until I was moving my hips as fast as I could.

Meagan pulled her lips from mine and buried her face in my shoulder.

“Oh shit!” she moaned softly. “Oh my god, yeeaahhhhh!”

I slid my hands back down to her ass and she kept her body pressed against mine as I squeezed her asscheeks again, and pulled them up and apart.

“Oh shit! Oh my god! Yes! Fuck me! Oooohhhhhhhh yeahhhhh!”

Meagan pushed up on her arms, raising her body just a couple of inches, and started pushing back against me. Suddenly, just as I was starting to tire, she shrieked loudly and collapsed back on top of me, and I felt a gush flowing down over my balls.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Ohhh fuuuuck!” she moaned, as her body quaked.

As I slowed down, I could feel her tight pussy squeezing my cock and could hear the squishing as I slowly continued to push up into her.

“Oh my god! Stop!” she gasped.

I slid my hands up to her hips as I rested my ass on the bed, and she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed her body back up, extending her arms.

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed, looking down at me. “What the hell did you just do to me?”

“I think I just made you cum,” I replied, smiling and bucking my hips up at her.

“Cum?!?” she exclaimed. “I didn’t cum! I’ve never felt anything like that! My body felt like it was exploding!”

“Well, that’s a good thing!” I told her.

She quickly lowered herself back down to me and kissed me. She pressed her lips hard against mine and kissed me passionately, moving her hips sideways and back and forth.

“I can’t believe you’re still hard,” she said softly as she pulled her lips from mine.

“That, also, is a good thing,” I replied, bucking up at her again.

“Oh yeah!” she said, wiggling her hips.

I slid my hands back down to her ass and started to sit up. “Hold on to me,” I told her.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and her legs around my waist, and pulled herself tightly to me.

Still buried deep inside her hot, wet hole, I slid to the edge of the bed and stood, holding on to her ass. She gasped and moaned again as I stood, and I turned around.

Gently, I lowered her down to the bed, and she slid her hands from my shoulders.

“I want you to cum,” she said softly, looking in my eyes as she wrapped her legs around my waist. “I want to feel you cum inside me.”

“Are you sure?” I asked as I started sliding my cock in and out of her again.

“Yesss!” she moaned. “Please cum for me! Cum in me!”

I knew that I wasn’t going to last too much longer, so I tried to delay the inevitable as much as I could. I moved slowly, savoring the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around my pole.

I soon felt her heels digging into my ass, spurring me on to fuck her harder and faster, so I gave in and began moving my hips with the intent of hopefully finishing us both off at the same time.

“Ooohhhhyesssss!” she hissed as I picked up speed. “Fuck me so good!”

I looked down at her slim, fit body, her small tits shaking as I thrust harder into her, and I soon felt the beginning of my orgasm.

“Oh yeah!” she moaned loudly. “I’m going to cum! Oh god, I’m going to cum again!”

She gripped my forearm tightly, squeezing it, as her eyes opened wide, staring into mine. That sight, coupled with the sensation of her pussy starting to squeeze around my cock, set me off.

“Oh shit,” I groaned. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Cum! I’m cumming too!”

I slammed my hips against her a couple more times, and I then felt my balls contract.

“Oh fuck!” I bellowed, as my cock exploded, spewing my load into her.

“Yes!” she screamed. “Cum! Oh my god! I’m cumming! I can feel you! Oh my god! Yes!”

We held tightly to each other as our bodies were racked with our mutual orgasms, both of us sweating and shaking.

All too soon, I felt my shaft begin to shrivel, and I slowly slid it from her warm, wet depths.

“Oh my god! That was amazing!” she moaned as I knelt on the bed next to her. “I have never felt like that before!”

“You are an amazing young woman,” I told her as she rolled over and lay her head on my chest.

Soon, I felt myself start to drift off to sleep, and I pondered the thought that I had just fucked, and was falling asleep with, a woman less that half my age. My friend and neighbor’s daughter, no less.