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He wasn’t looking to keep her. Grant wasn’t into keeping girls around for long. He just wanted a taste, maybe a few tastes. He knew that Melissa wasn’t all that his impressionable teen mind had cooked up, the goddess of way too many fantasies. If he got ahold of her and managed to get her in his bed and under him, he would finally be done with that fantasy and could scratch her off the bucket list of unfulfilled teenage dreams. And hopefully stop comparing every woman to her.
“Hey,” her breathy voice knocked him out of his raunchy thoughts. She had crossed the yard and stood at the foot of his porch. He hadn’t noticed, too caught up in his ridiculous plans.
“Hey.” He straightened up and descended the stairs to stand next to her.
“I had forgotten how pretty your mom kept her gardens. The smell is divine.” She smiled and chewed her bottom lip. He imagined that mouth wrapped around his cock and shifted as his pants tightened further. He cursed himself. He hadn’t popped wood like this since he was fifteen.
“She’s hired a landscaper since I can remember, and I’ve kept up the tradition, even though he charges an arm and a leg.” She frowned and took a better look at the meticulous lawn.
“Your parents don’t live here anymore?”
“Only one weekend a month. They bought a condo in Florida, living the retirement life,” he said. It was his turn to smile.
“Wow, so it’s just you in this big house?”
“Yeah, it’s spacious, I get to stretch out.” Grant sat down on the back steps and patted the spot next to him to invite her to sit with him, trying to think pure thoughts to make his cock go down. She obliged, leaning her back on the post and facing him. She didn’t cross her legs, her skirt riding up and exposing long tan legs. Now his cock was never going to go down. “What made you move back, Melissa? I heard you were living the dream in New York City.”
“My mother. She says she’s broke. I’m here to help her figure things out.”
“Your mother ain’t broke from the gossip at the Club. I heard she got a pretty penny from your daddy's life insurance policy. You might be surprised when you delve into those finances. She might be just lonely.”
“If that’s the case, I’ll be relieved. Pissed. But relieved. I gave up a good rent-controlled apartment.”
“I’m glad she talked you into it. I get my eye candy back.” He winked and felt like a perv afterwards. He had been shooting for smooth and he was dishing out perv hick.
“You always did like to watch me. You gonna pick up where you left off, Grant?”
“No, Melissa, because I won’t be watching you with other guys this time. I intend to be the guy you’re with.” Grant watched as her cheeks flushed, and she quickly breathed in a deep breath. He could tell the idea excited her.
She shifted in her seat uncomfortably and her eyes traveled up and down his body. He could tell she liked what she saw and he felt a smug satisfaction. Even though she was still blushing, there was no mistaking that Melissa wouldn’t mind reenacting a few of the darkest fantasies he had cooked up in his head when Melissa lived next door.
Melissa was no virgin. He knew that for a fact. She liked sex, and she liked it a lot from what Grant saw as her neighbor. Grant had watched many of her exploits from where he currently sat, right here on these steps.
In the back of the Barrington house was a landscaped area with a pergola at the center. Her mother had furnished it with an outdoor fire pit and curved outdoor sofa. It was Melissa’s favorite place to take her dates. Grant had a clear view of that spot from his back porch, but it was shielded from view on the Barrington side. He could see everything her parents couldn’t. What he had watched Melissa do on that sofa had haunted his thoughts for years. Her perfect tits, the way they would bounce as she rode the guys that were lucky enough to be taken there. How she loved to suck their cocks before she took them into her body.
She had been so enthusiastic. Sometimes she would let them take her from behind, her hands gripping the back of the sofa and he would imagine she could see him sitting on the porch watching as she took them inside her. She would moan their names as they made her come and he would fantasize she called out his name.
He had watched as she sucked their cocks and let them come on her face and those perfect tits. Grant had heard her moans in the night and wished with every fiber of his being that it was his name she had called out, it was his come on those perfect tits, it was his dick buried in her sweet pussy.
As he began to become sexually active he expected every girl to act as Melissa had with those guys, but he was always disappointed. Not one acted like Melissa. Not one girl moaned with sweet abandon like Melissa had. Not one sucked his cock with enthusiasm like he had watched Melissa do. She was a fantasy. Like a favorite porn star. He had to talk girls into sucking his dick. Not one of them had fallen to their knees like Melissa did, excited about unwrapping a cock like it was a present. He thought she was the norm, that when he was old enough, he would get to experience a girl like her. But he hadn’t. And he had damn sure tried.
“You intend to be the guy I’m with?” She said with a laugh, not breaking eye contact. “You’re still my younger neighbor. Isn’t there a law about things like that? I probably should have been arrested if you saw everything I did out here.” She looked over, and a slight blush traced her cheeks when she saw the view of the pergola from where they sat.
“So, you did know I watched you.” Grant smiled as he confirmed what he had suspected all this time, what he had hoped–that she had gone to the outdoor sofa for him. “And I’m twenty-one, stop trying to make me out to be a kid, so you have an excuse to keep me at arms-length.” He shook his head, knowing she was playing coy.
“Still young,” she whispered.
“Give me a try. All thoughts of my age will fly right out of that pretty head of yours when I have my face buried in your pussy.”
4
Melissa
Melissa's cheeks were flushed red, and she squirmed in her seat from the intensity of his naughty words. She could feel the wetness pooling in her panties, and her irrational mind wanted him to stop talking and start acting. This was not the right thing to do. This was not how she wanted to be. She had only just come home. She couldn't fuck the first guy that had her hot and bothered, especially since he was her neighbor. Things could get really ugly if it didn't go over well. Not to mention she would be falling into her old patterns again.
Her eyes were drawn to how his body moved under his tee and how he looked at her like she was his favorite dessert and he was starving. She almost scooted closer. Almost.
Her mind flashed on the skinny kid he used to be. How she would see him on his back porch, his eyes on her. Always watching her. He had been so young, but the intensity of his stare always had excited her, like she was the only thing in his universe, his sun and his moon. She liked the way he looked at her. It had made her feel alive.
