Hard Core Page 14

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  A fter we were finished with dinner, my dad and Jake walked over to the bar cart in the corner of his living room. Dad was patting his back and nodding emphatically as they talked just out of earshot of the rest of us, and it occurred to me that we’d all pointedly avoided talking about Lenore all night. I took the moment to volunteer to clear the table.

  I was in the kitchen, poking around the cabinet underneath the sink for the switch to the garbage disposal when he must have walked in. The water was running in the sink, along with the dishwasher running next to me, which is why I never heard him until I heard the loud “Whoops!” from behind me. My head whipped around at the sound, and I think both of us froze in that moment of realization.

  You see, looking for that garbage disposal switch, I’d been bent over at the waist, one hand on my knee as I peered into the darkness beneath the sink. And as I whirled around at Mr. Harding’s exclamation, it’d only taken me half a second to realize what he was staring at with his face bright red and his eyes wide and so hungry .

  The skirt I’d worn that night was hardly inappropriate; if I was standing up, or even sitting down with my legs crossed, or beneath a dining room table. Bent over at the waist , however, was another matter altogether, and between the piercing focus of his eyes and the sudden feeling of air tickling up the bare backs of my thighs and my butt, I suddenly grasped exactly what was happening.

  My skirt was pulled right up over my ass, and just as he’d walked into the kitchen, Jake Harding had gotten an absolute eyeful of my tight young ass, split right down the middle by my thong panties.

  There was a moment where I just froze ; just deer in a headlights frozen. Jake had the same look. But quickly, after possibly the longest single second of my entire life, I stood up, blushing furiously and smoothing my skirt down. Mr. Harding quickly looked away, as if the refrigerator had suddenly and completely caught his attention. And just like that, we both pretended that he hadn’t just seen right up my skirt to my thong panties pulled tight across my pussy, and that I hadn’t lingered just a second longer than necessary to let him.

  Jake quickly smiled at me, his face probably as red as mine as he quickly moved past me to the kitchen counter with the stack of dishes in his hands.

  “So! School is good?”

  I could still feel my pulse racing, and I nodded at him as I swallowed heavily and tried to slow the pounding of my heart.

  “Yeah, it’s- it’s good.”

  He smiled at me as we stood there another second or two in not necessarily awkward silence, but silence none-the-less; just both of us lingering a bit too long in the moment.

  “You, uh- you really do look great, Chelsea,” he growled. “You’ve really grown up up there at school.”

  Mr. Harding ran a hand through his thick chestnut hair and smiled warmly at me as I sat there blushing like an idiot and wanting him more than I’d ever wanted him before for it.

  “Thanks.”

  * * *

  W e said our goodbyes later at the front door, giving our best to Jake and thanking him for dinner.

  He gave my mom a quick kiss on the cheek, high-fived Dennis, and shook my dad's hand warmly on the way out. As I passed by him though, he paused, freezing slightly before he pulled me in for a hug. I felt heady surge of heat grip my body as he pulled me close, even if it was for just a moment. The feeling was electric; just like that time before way back at my birthday when he'd hugged me close. And this time, just as before, I felt whole body glow and tingle under his touch.

  "Welcome home, Chelsea." He had that same slightly confusing look in his eye as he had in the kitchen before. He grinned at me once more before I turned and followed my parents back across the lawns to our house.

  7

  Chelsea

  L ater that night in my room after dinner, I found myself looking out the back window. It's not like I actually thought I was going to see him or anything, but so much of my attraction to this man stemmed from watching him from this very spot that it was almost second nature when I thought of him.

  That night though, in the darkness of the backyard, I suddenly saw a light flick on in the second floor window by the back of the house. I knew just from growing up next to the Hardings and from being in their house before that the master bedroom was on the other side of the house from the one facing ours across the driveways. The room that lit up was Jake's home office. I found myself blushing and quickly stepping behind the curtains as I had so many times watching him mow the lawn, or exercising, or fixing up his car. I could see him then, stepping into the light of the open window as he rummaged around his desk for something for other.

  This time though, things were different; of course. This time, I wasn't just the shy girl from next door trying to secretly spy on her crush. This time, I was older, I was more ready, and there was one less thing holding me back.

  And so this time, I found myself stepping out from behind the curtain in my semi-darkened room, standing there in my small sleep shorts and button-up pajama shirt. It took a second, with him still poking around his desk, but suddenly as if he knew he was being watched, he stood up straight and turned right towards the window.

  I pretended that I didn’t see him, as if I was distracted by something else in my room and not aware that I was standing right in the window. But, out of the corner of my eye, I could see his eyes flash as they saw me, right across from him. I blushed and forced myself not to turn and wave or anything. I could see the look on his face harden, his jaw tightening a little as he took in the sight of me.

  And right then, all I could think about was how good he’d feel; how amazing I knew he'd make me feel as he took me for the first time. The naughty thought brought a pink flush to my cheeks, and I found myself biting my lip.

  Suddenly, for no real reason that I can think of now besides that this new me was feeling extra naughty, and extra adventurous, a really salacious thought came into my head.

  I knew my parents were downstairs and my brother in his own room on the other side of the house. But apart from them, it was just the two of us - just Jake and I - not twenty-five feet across from each other. And right then, I wanted him as badly as ever, and maybe that's where my naughty idea came from.

  I kept my head turned, as if focused on something across the room, totally oblivious to the fact that my curtains were opened. I grinned wickedly, and slowly I brought my hands up to my shirt. My fingers began to find the buttons at the front of my shirt, and then as I strained my sight out of the corners of my eyes, I could see the blaze in his.

  I grinned, feeling his smoldering eyes bore into me as my fingers began to loosen one, and then another, and another of the buttons; slowly moving down my slender body as I undid more and more. Jake's face looked red and his eyes wild, and I could just catch the movement of him glancing quickly to the downstairs window, where my parents were in the living room below me.

  I felt an erotic shiver shoot through me as I opened my shirt for him, shrugging it off my slender form as I stood there illuminated by the moonlight in my bedroom window. Without hesitating, I reached behind me and unhooked my simple white lace bra, before letting it drop slowly down my arms and off of my body.

  Again, I didn't have all the curves some girls had. But what I'd considered gawky and too skinny back in high school, I guess I now thought of as slender and sexy. Besides that, Mr. Harding certainly seemed to like my slender frame, and my small but perky and sensitive breasts. And as I slowly bared my body to him then, I could see the sharp intake of breath, the flush in his face, the way his jaw tightened and his eyes flashed at me that told me he was very okay with what he was seeing.

  When my hands dropped to the front of my shorts, I could see his body stiffen all the more, and as he quickly glanced behind him, he dropped his own hand to the front of his jeans and slowly stroked it over the huge bulge growing there. I grinned to myself, feeling my breath catch.

  Oh my goodness.

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sp; And it was right then that I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He wasn’t just not looking away, or trying to sneak furtive looks. He was standing right in the window across from me stroking his hardness right through his jeans. Even if he didn’t think I could see him already, all it would take was one turn of my head to see him there plainly, and the fact that he just didn’t seem to care if I did had my pussy throbbing with heat.

  And so, I made my move.

  I turned towards him, my small tits right out in the open for him as I took a deep breath and drew my eyes right up to his.

  He may have played it coy before, maybe he’d felt awkward or flustered with our meeting earlier. But watching me - the girl next door, in my window - seemed to have jolted him back into it all. And when our eyes met, he didn’t dart away, or hide. He didn’t even move his hand away from the bulge in his jeans. Instead, his eyes just flashed fire at me, and I found myself nodding slowly at him as we locked gazes.

  I wanted this; I wanted to show him every part of me.

  I turned as I hooked my thumbs into my shorts and began to slowly slide them down and ease them over my tight little ass. I glanced at him coyly over my shoulder as I pulled them down, showing him my ass and the tiny thong slipped right between my cheeks. I could see Mr. Harding groan quietly, and saw his hand began to stroke the thick bulge in his pants harder and more purposefully now that we weren’t hiding or pretending. I moaned quietly to myself, loving that I was having this effect on him; that as inexperienced and young as I was, I could have that sort of power over this much older, much more experienced man. The naughtiness of it all was like a drug to me, and I realized as I turned back to him that my panties were soaking wet for him.

  As I stood there shyly, half in moonlight and half in shadow, I slowly hooked my fingers into the side of my tiny panties. I could see Mr. Harding's eyes blazing as they stared at me, and as I shivered under his gaze, I slowly pulled the thin material to the side.

  He groaned then, his face tightening and his finger going to the zipper at the front of his shorts. I gasped quietly as he pulled it down for me, and then again as he reached inside. But it was when he slowly pulled his hand back out that my eyes went wide and my jaw about hit the ground when I saw the thick, gorgeous cock wrapped tightly in his hand.

  As he held it - the huge, fat shaft pulsing in his fist - I let my fingers slide gently down over the soft folds of my slit. I could see his jaw tighten as I did and he started to stroke his hand up and down his big dick as I explored my young pussy for him in the window.

  It felt so dirty, playing with my pussy like that for Mr. Harding; so slutty , and that wasn’t a feeling I’d ever felt before. But at the same time, I loved how it made me feel. I love that I was his little barely legal slut, stripping and playing with myself for him like his own private porn show.

  Jake's hand was moving faster and faster up and down his throbbing cock, and I groaned and let my fingers slide deep into my folds. His jaw tightened again as he watched me penetrate myself, watched how the soft light of the moon glistened on my wet, sticky fingers as they slid in and out of my tight cunt.

  He watched how my young innocent face scrunched up with pleasure as my thumb brushed against my clit. We stood like that, just watching the other as our own pulses raced higher and higher and we both barreled along towards the inevitable; the sexy, totally forbidden and unbelievably taboo inevitable.

  With my legs spread and panties pulled wetly to the side, I fingered myself faster and faster, feeling my own desire drip down my fingers from my dewey slit and my aching clit buzzing as my thumb flitted across it. Jake's cock looked even bigger then, and his face flushed bright red as he shuttled his hand up down his enormous dick quicker and quicker. I knew I was close, and I knew that I wanted him to see me.

  I wanted Jake Harding to watch me come for him.

  As I fingered myself higher and higher up the cliff to the edge, watching Mr. Harding pump his cock in his fist as the muscles in his forearm bulged, I heard the backdoor of the house fly open. The sound of my mother’s voice called out into the darkness.

  “Chelsea? Chelsea, your aunt wants to talk to you on the phone, are you out here?“

  And just like that, as if we both suddenly realized just how totally wrong this was, I found my whole body seizing up as I started to tumble over the edge. With a clenching gasp, I moaned quietly into my bedroom curtains as I came hard around my plunging fingers.

  Jake wasn't far behind, and as I watched, gasping through my orgasm, he suddenly jerked rigid as his cock throbbed and pulsed in his hand. Thick ropes of white cum erupted from his cock head and splashed down across the hardwood floor of his office as he threw his head back and gasped.

  As I panted and sagged against the window-frame, my body shuddering in the aftershocks of my climax and my panties still pulled wetly to the side, I watched the man who'd taken up and invaded every fantasy I’d ever had pant to himself with his thick cock just pulsing in his hand. He stared across the divide at me, grinning.

  Suddenly, we could both hear my mother stomping around the corner of the house, as if about to check the garage to see if that’s where I was. You know, the garage that had a pretty clear view up to Jake’s office and my bedroom windows. I giggled as I watched him tuck his cock quickly back into his jeans and zip up with a flash. He stopped for just a moment and looked back at me, and I winked and blew him a kiss before scampering away from the window.

  I hid behind the curtains, watching him leave the room, only to reappear a few moments later downstairs at his backdoor taking the trash out.

  “Oh, hello Jake!” My mother said cheerily. I blushed bright red as I saw Jake jerk his head around at the sound of her voice. He forced out a smile.

  “Hey there, Sarah.” His eyes darted quickly up to my bedroom window. “Hey, uh, thanks again for coming over tonight. Great to see you guys as always.”

  “Oh of course! ” My mother smiled at him. “Listen, you doing okay with everything?”

  Yeah, I’d say he’s doing very okay.

  Jake nodded quickly. “Uh-huh, yep. Doing great.”

  “Well, you let us know if you need anything. And you know, Chelsea is around for a few weeks if you need a hand with anything around the house.”

  I watched from behind the curtains as Jake’s face went a little paler as he swallowed thickly and nodded.

  Yeah, I was certainly available to give him a “hand” with anything in the world he wanted me to put my hands on anywhere in or around his house.

  My mom waved to him again before turning away and heading back inside, none the wiser. She had no idea he'd just shot his load while watching the nineteen year old girl next door play with her pussy.

  8

  Jake

  H oly fucking shit , what was I doing?

  Having the sort of thoughts I was having about that girl was one thing. Going to bed at night dreaming about her tight little body and those big eyes staring at me as she let me spread those long legs was bad enough. But apparently I’d graduated from dirty thoughts to jerking off along with her in the window of her bedroom, with her fucking parents downstairs.

  And the wildest part about all of that? It wasn’t enough.

  It wasn’t. Watching that nineteen year old jailbait across the way finger her pussy until she came for me wasn’t enough . I mean how crazy does that sound? Because I wanted more, and I wanted it right then. Fuck, I still wanted it.

  I found myself gritting my teeth in rage when I thought about what could have changed this girl into this little sex-kitten up at school. I couldn’t even imagine what those shit-head little college boys had gotten a taste of up there in Boston with this girl. Fuck, I got furious just thinking about it. I wanted to find each every one of them - anyone who managed to touch her, or taste her, or fuck her - and bury them all in shallow graves for it. Because none of them deserved her.

  Her . Her being, this girl I had no claim to whatsoever. Her being this gir
l I should have nothing to do with past smiling across the driveway or benignly asking about classes at a school. Certainly not the girl I should be imagining moaning for me, or coming for me. Certainly not the girl I should be jerking off in front of while she fingers her tight, off-limits pussy for me.

  But I want it, and I knew there was nothing on this Earth that could dissuade me if it hadn't already.

  I wanted to claim her. I wanted to claim and take her in every conceivable way. I wanted to pull her down on my cock, and bounce her up and down on my shaft until she flooded my balls with her honey. I wanted to bend her over and suck the sweet juices from that perfect, fresh cunt. I wanted to lick that tight little asshole until she couldn’t make words anymore.

  I wanted to bury every inch of my cock inside her barely legal, college-girl pussy, and I wanted to come right inside of her. God help me, I wanted to empty every single sticky drop from my balls into that perfect, tight teen pussy. I wanted to fill her again and again, dump load after load inside of her until it leaked out. I wanted to hold my cock right up against her cervix and flood her fertile womb with my seed.

  That’s how I wanted to claim Chelsea McKenzie

  The thought was so powerful that I ended up jerking it twice more in the shower after watching her in the window. I emptied my balls two more fucking times in the shower just thinking of her lithe little body and the way I’d seen her face scrunch up like that when she came. Fuck me, I’m almost forty for fuck’s sake, and there I was coming three Goddamn times in one night.

  And I still needed more.

  It wasn’t like I could very well just go over there, pound her door in, walk upstairs and plunge my cock into that slit. I mean Mike would probably kill me, for starters, and he’d have every right and reason to do so. Fuck, I mean what was I even thinking, having these sort of thoughts about his daughter , for God’s sake? Maybe I was the scumbag I was worried about being? Maybe I was the creeper pervert next door, leering at the nubile college girl home from break? Maybe I was toeing a line I shouldn’t be with this girl.