The Boy Next Door (52 page)

He groaned and dug his fingers into the pillow under his head. 
Dammit.

What now?

Wish I was there to help…  Or at least watch…

Use your imagination big boy.

That’s what’s getting me in trouble.

Ashley’s whole body tingled as she thought about his hands replacing hers.  She did not know if he was actually any good but at this point, she wanted him so badly, it really would not have made a difference.  Her stomach trembled and she moaned as she shuddered through her climax.

The next day her classes seemed even less interesting that normal.  She could not focus on anything in her real life and even contemplated finding a lover for the night just to ease the tension in her body.  But she knew it would do no good if it was anyone other than Clint.

Even her friends starting asking her what was going on, that she seemed so distracted lately.  She could not very well tell them what was really going on.  She could not even tell them it was some new guy she met.  They would ask way too many questions and she just did not have any answers ready.

Clint’s army buddies were also razzing him hard about the fact he was no longer picking up the barflies.  As frustrated and worked up as Ashley was getting him, taking home some random chick from the bar just did not seem like it was worth the effort.

Ashley’s school year was winding down quickly, and she knew she would be headed home soon for a visit before starting her summer job on campus.  She prayed Clint would be there for at least part of the visit but she also hoped he would stay away.  It was to the point where she could no longer resist any advances he might make.  Hell, it was to the point where she might be the one making the advances.

Clint had talked to his dad and knew very well that Ashley would be home over Memorial Day weekend.  He tossed and turned, debating on whether to take leave or not.  After several sleepless nights, he decided he had to find out once and for all.

A couple of weeks later, Ashley was lounging by the pool at her mom’s house.  Her string bikini left little to the imagination and very small tan lines.  She reclined on the lounge chair and enjoyed the feel of the warm sun on her skin.  She yelped when the droplets of cold water hit her stomach and jumped up out of the chair.

Clint grinned at her and watched as her full breasts shimmied under the small triangles of fabric.

“Totally worth the ass-kicking I’m about to get.”

“Clint…” she breathed.  He had to show up in nothing but swim trunks.  His cut, tanned muscles taunted her lonely pussy.

“Ashley.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Honestly?  I’m not exactly sure.  But my dad said you’d be here this weekend, so…”

“So you thought you’d drop by to interrupt my pool time?” She tried desperately to think of a way to stop herself from jumping him.

“Something like that,” he grinned.

She looked down at the glass of lemonade in her hand and back up at him.  Her eyes glittered with an evil spark and she tossed the contents at his chest.

“What the fuck—?” he hollered.  “Oh, no Ma’am.  You did NOT just do that!”

She grinned at him, “Seems only fair…”

He propelled his body forward into hers and then carried the two of them backwards until they landed squarely in the pool.

She came up sputtering, “Clint!  What the hell?”

He stared at her.  Her firm breasts floating gently in the water, her long brown hair slicked back from the water.  He closed the gap between them until he was standing directly over her.  Ashley looked up at him and blinked slowly.  His hands slowly circled her waist under the water and he pulled her against him.

“Clint…” she gasped.

And he crushed her lips with his own.

The heat from the sun seemed to radiate into her entire body, focusing on the throbbing between her legs.  His lips were surprisingly soft and his tongue teased her lower lip.  She moaned softly into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck.  As she parted her lips, she felt one of his legs separate hers until she was straddling his thigh.  She could feel his cock twitching against her.

He felt her full breasts against his chest and dug his fingers into the curve of her ass.  He was so close to ripping off her bikini bottom and his swim trunks and just sliding her down onto his cock.  Instead, he slid one hand up her smooth skin until it brushed the lower curve of her breast.  His thumb found her nipple under the thin fabric of her bikini and traced slow circles around it.

“Oh, God,” she murmured against his neck.  “Clint…”

“Ashley, we really…” He tried to stop himself but his fingers pinched her stiffening nipple until she gasped.

She was grinding against his thigh and his hand on her ass pressed her down against him harder.  Her thigh rubbed against his swelling cock and he swore softly under his breath.

Suddenly they both jumped apart panting for air.  The car in the driveway meant their parents had returned from the museum visit.  Ashley popped up out of the water and returned to her deck chair as smoothly as she could manage.  Clint opted to stay in the water until his interest in his stepsister was not as visible through his wet swim trunks.  They exchanged one wide-eyed electric look and he swam off under the water.

Before dinner, Ashley slipped upstairs to shower and clean up.  She stood under the hot water, letting it beat down on her skin, and hoped that it would rinse away the need that swelled in her pussy.  But at this stage of the game, there was only one solution for her.  And he was only one room away.  As she pulled a clean sundress out of her suitcase, her eyes fell to the thong that she had teased him with via text.  She could hear him talking with his dad downstairs so she slipped next door and laid it out carefully on top of his clothes in his suitcase.

When Clint came upstairs later to get cleaned up for dinner, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the flimsy lace on top of his own clothes.  He groaned and had to adjust his swelling cock. 
Damn her
, he thought.  He fished out his cell phone, flashed the camera, and fired off a quick picture of the visible swelling under his swim trunks.  She grinned when she received it, and pondered the thought of inviting him back to college with her for just a day or so.

Dinner was particularly awkward that evening with Ashley’s mom and Clint’s dad.  Hopefully neither parent noticed that the two of them were not even making eye contact.  They both feared spontaneous combustion if they looked at each other, or worse.  He was hardly able to finish his food since she kept bending forward just enough to show off her ample lace-trimmed cleavage.

After dinner, Clint headed back outside to cool off but was not rewarded for his efforts to escape.  Ashley joined him after their parents had started some terrible 70s movie on cable.

She perched on the arm of his lounge chair, making sure that her sundress rode high on her thigh.

“Hey…” she greeted him.

“You’d probably better get back inside.”

“Oh?  Why’s that?”

“Because otherwise our parents are going to look out here and find you bent over this chair with me behind you.”

Her eyes widened as she giggled in surprise.  “You wouldn’t…”

“Just try me…” his eyes flashed copper fire but she could not distinguish anger from lust.

She erred on the side of caution and removed herself from his chair.

“Swing by my room later.  I have a question for you.”

After he watched her ass sway back into the house, he rested his face on his palms.  There was going to be no escape.

He did stop by her room but paused for a long minute before knocking on the door.

“Come in,” she answered brightly.

“Hey.  You wanted to see me?”

“Actually, I want to see all of you.  But I’ll settle for an answer to my question.”

“Which is?”

“Want to come back to school with me tomorrow?”

“I can’t.  My leave is up tomorrow.  But what about next Saturday?  I could, um, drop by.”

She grinned. “Sounds good.  I’ll text you my address.”

He looked at her silently, almost staring straight through her, before turning and leaving the room.

That night she could not help herself, she had to relieve at least a tiny portion of the tension of the day.  She hoped he could hear her moans through the bedroom wall that separated them, and came ferociously against her own fingers as she remembered the encounter in the pool. 

Clint heard every rustle and gasp from her room, and grunted loudly himself as he thrust his hard cock into his own fist.  He knew exactly what next Saturday was going to bring, and he only hoped he could last longer than the sixty seconds he feared would happen.

All week Ashley was bouncy and giddy and nervous.  On Friday, she spent several hours at the spa, getting her manicure and pedicure and even a haircut.  On Saturday morning, she took a long hot shower to scrub and shave everywhere that needed it.  Everywhere. 

She chose a short thin sundress and a tiny white thong, and waited anxiously for the doorbell.

Clint got up early, too anxious and frustrated to sleep any later.  He started the drive down around noon, but was not sure when he was “supposed” to arrive.  He shifted his feet outside of the door for several minutes before finally pressing the doorbell.

Inside, Ashley’s heart jumped and her pussy clenched.  It was the now-or-never moment.

She opened the door and smiled at Clint who could not stop his own grin.  She stepped back into the apartment as he stepped forward.  They stood silent and motionless for a long minute, just staring at each other and mentally cycling through all of the teasing and all of the torturous moments that had led to this place and this time.

And then they combusted.

His hands slid around her waist and pulled her against him.  Their mouths pressed together, lips parted, tongues diving into one another.  One of his hands slid lower and slipped up under the short skirt of her dress to dig into her smooth ass.

“God Ashley, you’ve been driving me crazy…” he mumbled against her neck.

“Oh Clint, I didn’t think I could wait any longer,” she whispered back.  “I had to have you.”

He groaned and wedged one leg between hers.

“The pool was almost too much,” she confessed shyly as her hands felt the firmness of his chest and arms.

“Everything has been too much…”

She felt his thigh pressing up against her heat and tried to grind against him.  He withdrew his thigh and taunted her.

“Oh no Missy, now it’s my turn to torment…”

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the couch off to one side.  He easily spun her around and walked her backwards until she was up against it.  He lightly pushed her chest and she dropped down firmly.

He knelt in front of her and ran his hands up her thighs until they disappeared under her skirt.  He kneaded her silky skin, his thumbs drawing tantalizing circles nearer and nearer to the heat.  Clint leaned forward and kissed her hard, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip.  She gasped and moaned softly.

He caught the hem of her dress in his fingers and slowly slid it up, kissing and licking every exposed inch as it traveled higher and higher.  He groaned loudly when he caught a glimpse of the white satin and kissed his way around every edge and seam.  She squirmed on the couch, the heat rising and spreading from her belly to her pussy.

He slid it further up as his tongue tickled her stomach and traced the lower curve of her bare breasts.  He finally slid the dress up and off and his pupils dilated when he took in the large firm breasts that had been revealed.

“They’re gorgeous,” he breathed, taking one nipple between his lips.

He pinched it lightly, flicking his tongue over the taut surface.  She groaned and ran her fingers through his blonde hair, pulling him against her eager body.  His fingers and tongue tormented her aching nipples back and forth while she writhed and moaned.

He kissed his way back down her smooth stomach until he pressed his lips against the wet satin.

She gasped loudly, “Clint…”

He looked up, startled.  “Ashley?”

“I’ve never, I mean, no one’s ever…”

“Never?  Really?”

His fingers traced tortuous circles around her throbbing clit but never touched it.

“No, never…”

“Mmm, I like that I’ll be the first…”

He slowly slid her panties off and marveled at the smooth wet skin.  He exhaled warmly and she shivered hard.

“Clint, I don’t know…”

“Relax, it won’t hurt at all…”

He pressed his lips against her closed lips, letting his tongue graze softly.  He relished in her moans and gasps as she felt all new forms of torment.

Her heart beat so fast in her chest she thought she might end up with a broken rib.  His lips and tongue felt so delicious but she was so nervous at what he was about to do.

His tongue delved inside and her back arched.  He zeroed in on her tender pulsing clit, grasping it lightly between his lips and dancing his tongue across the taut surface.