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CHAPTER ONE
Megan
I’m in bed on a Saturday morning masturbating to thoughts of my next-door neighbor, Chip.
My next-door neighbor is hot.
I mean, I guess this isn’t a new revelation for me. It isn’t like I’m just discovering the man is hot but, to be honest, only recently do I realize he’s not just attractive but that I’m attracted to him. There’s a difference.
I guess it’s the difference between not wanting to throw a guy out of your bed and wanting to jump into bed with him. I mean, he’s always been kind of hot, with a very muscular body and—I’ll admit it—one of those denim vests that tells me he’s not just a guy with a motorcycle but a member of the Ridge Devils, the motorcycle gang that kind of runs this town.
That’s not really true. I guess most people in Diablo Ridge will say the Ridge Devils don’t run the town. They protect it. I mean, the crime rate here is far, far lower than the national average. There just isn’t much petty crime at all. Nobody is going to steal a car here. Nobody is going to get too wild at all because the Ridge Devils won’t put up with it. But they’re still a motorcycle gang and nobody is so naïve as to believe they don’t have criminal interests. I guess they just keep that away from the town.
So, he’s attractive and he’s a bad boy. Like I say, I won’t kick him out of my bed. I don’t care that I’m nineteen years old and he’s in his thirties, probably his late thirties. I won’t kick him out of my bed.
Except now I want to jump into his.
In fact, for the last three days, every night is filled with masturbation thinking about jumping into his bed. God, don’t judge me, but I gave my vibrator and my dildo a name. One name. The same name. Chip. I know it’s his name because it’s on his vest. The only thing either of us ever says to each other, and that happens only once a week or so, is, “Good morning, neighbor,” or, I guess, “Hey there, neighbor.”
He may know my name. This is because of eight bikers mowing his lawn and cleaning up his house two days before he comes home and provides the reason, I now masturbate with two toys each bearing his name. They meet me when I bring out a twelve-pack of cold soda since they’re working in the heat. I don’t know if they mow my lawn just because of the soda but they all know I’m Megan. Perhaps he knows, too.
When I masturbate, I assume he knows.
In fact, I’m naked on my bed imagining him whispering my name as Chip (the vibrator) buzzes and makes my clit send pleasure over my body, and Chip (the dildo) moves inside of me at a steady pace that drives my progress toward orgasm.
I suppose part of what makes him suddenly so much more attractive to me is knowing that he’s a single father with a newborn. I learn about that when he doesn’t come home for a few days, then shows up, exhausted with the baby in his arms. I don’t talk to him about it. In fact, I still haven’t talked to him about it, but knowing that he’s father to a newborn somehow makes him seem a thousand times more manly to me. When I find out from the other bikers that the mom died in childbirth and he’s raising the child on his own, he seems even more sexy.
I know it’s silly, but the thought that Chip is a tough, mean biker but at the same time a loving single father makes him the most attractive person on Earth to me. Something about knowing that he could win a barfight and also change a diaper just turns me on to no end.
“Oh, Chip,” I moan as I increase the speed with which Chip (the dildo) moves inside me. I imagine his thick hard cock moving in me and decide the dildo needs to go a little deeper to do him justice. I have no way of knowing how big he is of course, but since this is a fantasy, I can make him as big as I want.
“Oh God, Chip,” I moan, moving Chip (the vibrator) in slow circles over my clit.
I’ll admit I feel a little foolish for being so attracted to him. Whatever he might be besides, heisa criminal and probably a violent one and though violent men might have soft sides, that doesn’t mean their hard sides are any less awful.
I don’t feel foolish enough to stop masturbating to him though and as my nerves come alive and my pussy grows wet, making it easier for Chip (the dildo) to move inside me, I moan and gasp and imagine Chip thrusting hard and deep into me.
“Oh God, Chip, you’re gonna make me cum,” I whine.
I mean come on; he named the baby Gillian! Isn’t that just the most adorable name you’ve ever heard? How can someone like that be evil?
I think of Chip’s dangerous eyes and bulging muscles and imagine his stern, forbidding gaze directed on someone in a fight and decide I know the answer to that question. Knowing it does nothing to stop me and, I have to admit, even helps a little as I reach orgasm and scream from the power of the pleasure that courses through my body.
I keep moving the dildo and massaging with the vibrator until I explode, my body shattering into a thousand tiny pieces, then reforming only to shatter again. I keep going until I can’t take anymore and have to lay still, shuddering and moaning with the aftershocks of my climax.
When I can move again, I get unsteadily to my feet and head to the shower. I allow the warm, luxurious water to cascade over my skin for a long time as I clean myself and when I’m finished, I feel refreshed.
I work on my college homework for a while, then head downstairs to make dinner. On my way downstairs, I hear a knock at the door. I pause, then head over and open it.
My mouth drops open when I see who’s standing in front of me. He doesn’t have the baby this time, but he looks as hot as ever in his denim jacket, and suddenly, I don’t feel so foolish for my attraction at all.
CHAPTER TWO
Jonah
“Chip!” she says brightly, and it kind of derails my whole plan, not that my plan isn’t already pretty damned fucking humiliating.
“Um, I’m Jonah,” I say.
