Leah took her book to the sun lounger by the pool, in the shade, close to the fence separating her yard from that of her neighbors, the Watsons. It was a swelteringly hot July day, and Leah, 18, had recently graduated high school and had the house to herself during the week in the summer, her mom and mom's boyfriend both working. She was shy and had found it hard to make friends since she moved here about a year previously, and wasn't particularly close with the friends she had made, which was partly why she had excelled so much in her senior year. With her curly, shoulder-length hair and dark-rimmed glasses and quiet demeanor, she appeared the epitome of "bookish". Her shyness had also meant that Leah didn't have a boyfriend, and never had, and nobody had ever touched her, and she had long since accepted that she would be a virgin upon starting college.
But how she longed to be sexually active, and the biggest secret she kept all to herself was her preoccupation with sex, juxtaposed with her inability to approach anyone she found attractive as well as everyone's apparent lack of interest in her in that way. Surely one day, she told herself from time to tim, one of the perpetually horned up boys in her high school would proposition her, ask her to at least give them a handjob in their car or something, which she would be so excited to do, hearing them moan as she stroked their cock and made it spray cum like a fountain. But she never received any advances, and felt incapable of making the first move, frozen by fear of rejection and ridicule.
She had resisted the temptation for so long but eventually this past year she began watching porn, her moral objection and instinctive aversion to it both crumbling as she became transfixed by the depictions of so many sexual fantasies, ones she didn't know existed and so many of which she found she shared. She licked and bit her lower lip in anticipation whenever she typed a phrase in the search bar of the handful of sites she frequented. She started, as so many do, with rudimentary terms like "sex" and "fucking", but had progressed to "huge cock", "anal", "cum", and although at first she was shocked and to some degree disgusted when she saw them, "facial" and "cumshot" had become a couple of the terms that most often filled her search bar. While at first she couldn't imagine why a woman would subject herself to that, eventually she found herself imagining herself on the receiving end of a stream of cum, wondering how it would feel on her skin, as her fingers probed her wet pussy and rubbed her clit to orgasm after orgasm.
Another thing happened as she watched porn - she surprised herself when she found the women attractive. She had never considered herself bisexual before that, but increasingly she was enjoying watching the women in the videos. Of course some of it was vicarious, imagining herself in their position, being licked, and fucked, and brought to orgasm, but she eventually had to admit to herself that sometimes she just liked looking at them and their naked bodies. From young women who must have been not much older than herself to "MILF" pornstars. And inevitably she began watching lesbian porn. At first she didn't know what to expect and wondered whether it would be stimulating enough with the presence of a man, of an erect cock, but she immediately realized she was just as into lesbian porn as anything else. She dreamt of what another woman's pussy would taste like, having tasted her own juices a couple of times, and of what it would be like to have an experienced woman go down on her and bring her to a shuddering climax.
Meanwhile, her attraction to men very much remained. More than once she felt so close to being overcome with temptation, when a delivery man knocked on her door, to tell him she was home alone and see what he would do. She fantasized about his face lighting up, a determined look coming across his face, before pushing her back into the house and into the living room, towards the sofa. There he would undo his pants, pull out his already hard cock, push her face first into the sofa and yank her shorts and panties down, before plunging his throbbing meat inside her virgin cunt, pumping away at her until he exploded inside her or over her ass and lower back. She yearned to be taken, to be seen as a sexual being. Instead, whenever this urge came over her, she took a breath as her stomach did somersaults, and the moment passed, and she was left to retreat to the sofa alone to bring herself to orgasm with her fingers as she indulged her fantasies.
So here she lay on the lounger, reading her book, as she did most days, while her mom and Carl were at work. Beads of sweat soon formed on her thighs and her brow, and within a matter of minutes Leah was thinking it was too hot and she'd have to either take a dip in the pool very soon or go back inside. But just then voices from the direction of the Watsons' back yard traveled over the fence and piqued Leah's interest.
The Watsons were a couple in their late 40s or early 50s by Leah's estimation, Kelli and Steve, and childless as far as Leah's know. She had heard Steve, who stood about 6 feet tall and had blond hair, owned his own company, while Kelli, a brunette, was a yoga instructor and appeared to be home a lot of the time, Leah having seen her coming and going at various times during the day while she was home during the summer. Once Leah had discovered her attraction to women, she found herself drawn to Mrs. Watson (as Leah referred to her). She was beautiful, with big breasts which Leah fantasized about, reminding her of more than one "MILF" pornstar she had watched so many times.
One of the voices she recognized as Mrs. Watson's, but the other wasn't so familiar, and sounded younger than Mr. Watson. Perhaps it was their gardener, or pool guy, but the tone of their voices seemed so playful that Leah's curiosity led to her to ignore her book and pay full attention to eavesdropping. She heard the splash of water, and when the voices went silent, Leah got up and walked over to the fence in hopes of catching a glimpse of whoever it was Mrs. Watson had been talking to.
Leah was pleased to find a hole in the fence she had never noticed before, so she peered through it, feeling naughty and adventurous to be essentially spying on her neighbor, and she was immediately so glad she did although it took her a few seconds to convince herself she wasn't hallucinating. Mrs. Watson, who Leah knew was married, was in the shallow end of the pool with a much younger man she didn't recognize. He also had dark hair, and a fit, toned body, and Leah guessed he was in his early 20s at most. And he was so hot, Leah thought to herself. Leah's mouth fell open as she watched Mrs. Watson and this young man kissing passionately, their tongues and lips writhing together, and she noticed Mrs. Watson's hand moving under the water around his crotch.
"You like that?" Mrs. Watson said, breaking their kiss for a moment.
"Fuck yes," he replied, his voice quivering.
"I thought so," Mrs. Watson said. "Let's get those shorts off."
Leah watched him stand, and then Mrs. Watson helped him to pull his red swimming shorts down his legs, revealing his thick, erect cock which immediately sprang to attention as it broke free of the waistband of his shorts. Leah put her hand over her mouth to silence the gasp that escaped her, not wanting to get caught watching them, desperate to see what was about to transpire. It was the first time Leah had ever seen an erect penis in real life, and she immediately felt a rush of primal lust and a longing to feel it, to caress it, to taste it, and to be penetrated by it. For now at least, she would need to live vicariously through Mrs. Watson.
The guy sat back down and Mrs. Watson began stroking his cock again, slowly, as it protruded from the water, and he reached across and began pulling at the straps on Mrs. Watson's bikini top. She ceased her stroking for a moment to help him, undoing her top and letting it fall into the pool, revealing her large, pert breasts which Leah had often found herself staring at when they were concealed by clothing. Leah never thought she would actually see them uncovered, although she had dreamt of it, and much like the erect cock she was seeing for the first time, she desperately wanted to taste them. She noticed she was actually drooling and wiped it away from the side of her mouth.
As Mrs. Watson stroked his cock, he reached out and began to squeeze and grope her tits, eliciting a moan from her. She took her hand off his cock and stood in front of him, leaning forward, and he accepted the invitation to take her right nipple into his mouth, sucking on her breast for a few seconds before switching to the left one.
"Mmmm that's it, baby, suck on those juicy fucking tits," Mrs. Watson said as he devoured her melons, while she resumed stroking his fat cock.
