My new series about a college girl and her older neighbor.
What would you do?
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Allanah Macon leans against the door looking at Dan. She aligns her feet, and reaches towards the ground. Her white crop top falls down with gravity. Dan tries to avert his eyes. Before doing so he sees she's wearing a blue sports bra. Or is it black? Dan isn't sure.
"Where's Dad?" She says.
"Bathroom."
"Hmm." She pushes herself against the door frame lifting her hands toward the ceiling. "I'll wait for him."
She doesn't move. Her eyes are locked on Dan. He starts feeling a discomfort with her unending eye contact.
"So..." He attempts to fill the silence and avoid her glare. "What's up?"
"Mom left to go to her book club."
"Going to the gym?"
"Just got back."
"Any boys?"
"There are always boys."
"Do they stare?"
"Yeah—Kind of like you."
"I'm not—Sorry. If it seems like—"
"I'm kidding. You're like my Uncle."
It's true. Dan and Jeffrey had become fast friends after him and Samantha had moved in four years ago. Allanah was twenty then. Dan had been a part of their lives ever since. A part of it was the beer nights him and Jeffrey partook in. Birthdays, Super Bowls, other special events. The families had become connected. It was more surprising for Dan because all these years he had been a Bachelor.
An act of kindness that filled him with joy. Every year he thought it would be the end of his adopted family but every year it continued.
Until recently he saw Allanah as nothing more than the neighbor girl. She was becoming something else. In a silent fashion she had grown confident in her body. It had begun to show in the rest of her behavior. There was no one moment when Dan realized this. It was a conglomeration of different moments.
First it was when her breasts seemed to grow. Dan later figured out that they didn't grow, she had just started wearing pushup bras around him. Dan couldn't help but imagine himself grabbing onto and sucking them. It's a thought he tried to keep at bay.
Then it was her butt that came into focus. Or was it that her clothing style had changed? He knew he had seen her butt in the past and averted his eyes and thoughts. Now he would look over and her butt looked more than perfect. It fit just right into her yoga shorts, legging, anything she chose to wear. It was deliberate. Could he be blamed for noticing that she knew how to pick an outfit?
There was no moment but if one could be named, it was this moment. In a sort of silliness Dan imagined himself as the door frame. Her body pushed firmly against him waiting for Jeffrey to arrive.
Her continuous stretching pushed Dan's imagination further. When she bent over he imagined himself inside her. When she raised her hand he imagined tying her up. It was all almost too much. Or was it not enough? Dan felt a confused yearning in his pants. He knew what he should do & it wasn't this.
"Hey Daddy."
Jeffrey hugs his little girl and takes a seat besides Dan. Before he can say anything to Allanah she's gone.
"Did you have a good conversation?"
"It was—Uh, a conversation for sure."
"She's been doing that to me a lot. Walking away before I can say anything. She thinks it's a good way to avoid me telling her to do stuff. Jokes on her because I will track her down for my laziness. Anyway, she's looking awful cute, isn't she?"
"I wouldn't know."
"Shut up man. We both know she's growing up. Do me a favor and watch after her. She gets up to anything funky, stop her for me, will ya?"
"Sure."
The night proceeds with several more beers and laughs. The duo in their drunken stupor gets to wrestling. They knock each other around. Knock a beer over and it spills onto the floor.
"Ah, fuck. Let me go get a towel. Did it—Oh fuck—It got on you!"
Dan looks down and sees a dark blotch.
"Go get a shirt from my room man."
Dan blindly looks for a light switch against the wall. Between the alcohol, the stupidity, and the energy lost from wrestling, he is hardly intelligent enough to find it.
He sees Allanah's light is on. Dan stumbles over and knocks on the door.
"What?" She calls out.
Without thinking Dan opens the door.
"Do you—I can't find the light switch—In your dad's room."
Allanah stumbles out of bed and manages to find a towel. She wraps herself in it and walks toward Dan. She grabs his shoulder and walks him back to her Dad's room turning on the light.
Dan blinks in response to the bright lights.
"Where are your dad's shirts?"
"Jesus..." She sighs and pulls open a drawer.
Dan walks over and picks out a shirt. Removing his own.
"Are you naked?" Dan asks, processing the events of the last few minutes.
"I am. Enjoying the show?"
"I'm not sober enough. I think I missed it."
"Sad isn't it?"
"Kind of."
Dan put the new shirt on and when his head came out from beneath Allanah's towel is on the floor.
They stare at each other.
Dan stares at Allanah's thin body. He wants to walk up to her and grab her pert tits. He takes in the shape of her hips. The belly piercing she got two years ago. He sees she's shaved her pussy. An urge to grab her strikes him.
Allanah stares at Dan's face. Enjoying his reaction as his eyes explore her body. Enjoy his clear admiration of her form.
Dan takes a step forward. Allanah doesn't react.
"We shouldn't be doing this."
"You're probably right."
Dan licks his lips and walks toward the door. Taking a moment to look back at Allanah who hadn't moved an inch.
Her body called to him. Called to the member in his pants.
While stopped at the door frame he reached down gently rubbing the head of his cock. It was almost enough to get him to turn around but he walked on.
Jeffrey finished cleaning up. He patted Dan on the back.
"That's enough for one night."
Dan played the image of Allanah's body time and time again as he tried to sleep. He envisioned everything that he could have done if he had the time but time was the one thing he didn't have. If he had spent any more time above with her Jeffrey would have come searching and found something awful.
Dan fucking his baby girl hours after telling him to protect her.
*****
It was obvious to Allanah that she shouldn't have dropped her towel in front of Dan. She didn't know what she expected but it wasn't for him to walk away.
It isn't that she wanted him to grab her by the throat and ravage her... But she did. She had fantasized about a man taking control. Using her for sex. It isn't that she wanted to be used, it was that nobody was using her and that made her feel empty. A part of her felt unfilled...