Emma had been wanting to have sex for some time now. She'd played with sex toys and simulated the experience but after a while that just wasn't enough. She'd tried to pursue her boyfriend but he wasn't interested in getting that serious. Dan had plans for college in the fall and he didn't want a girlfriend complicating those plans. He was also starting to wonder if he was gay.
That left the girl frustrated in a way she totally understood: she needed to get laid.
One day she was walking home from work and her older next-door neighbor Stephen was leering at her again. He wasn't a bad person but since his wife had died he'd had a hard time hiding his lust for Emma.
Emma cringed at the man's gaze and made a polite smile and gave him a courtesy wave when he gestured at her. The older man coughed as if to speak to her, "Emma, you know you're always welcome to stop by for coffee! I'm here all day tomorrow if you're interested!"
She stopped and looked at him for a moment. She considered him in a new way and assessed him as not looking too bad for a guy in his forties.
"Maybe I will." she replied and then walked away.
That evening she fantasized about the older man and what he might do. In some ways he seemed gross but she also appreciated that he was a sure thing. She'd finally get to feel what it was like to be with another person and she'd satisfy that need she'd been feeling for so long.
She woke up early the next morning with some sizable misgivings and apprehensions about what she was planning to do. Her parents left for work around seven and she did some tidying up around the house before checking her phone and replying to some messages. Around eight she took a shower, shaved her legs, washed her hair, and put on a spritz of perfume.
While she was about to get dressed she thought about her choice in clothes and decided on something simple. Panties, a button down dress, and flip flops. She was only going next door and knowing what she had in mind she didn't see the point in dressing up.
For his part Stephen had stayed up late cleaning the house. He'd let a few things go since Marianne passed away and he wanted to make a good impression on the eighteen year old Emma just in case she actually showed up. In the morning he was up at five to wash the sheets and make the bed. He then followed up with his own morning ministrations of showering, shaving, and putting on some aftershave. His choice of wardrobe was a t-shirt and a nice pair of exercise shorts. It was warm enough he didn't bother with slippers.
As an afterthought he made scones with the hope that the smell of something fresh baked would put the younger woman at ease.
He was looking at the clock at precisely 8:36 when he heard the light tapping on his back door. She'd obviously slipped through the back gate so no one would see her visiting him. Her effort to hide her actions told him what he needed to know and he grinned.
He opened the door and welcomed Emma in. The girl responded with typical pleasantries and sat down in the kitchen.
"Coffee?" he asked.
"Yes, please. With cream would be nice."
He nodded and poured the requested cup. Pouring himself a cup he brought both cups to the table and sat one down in front of Emma. Then he sat down.
It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra and Emma always wore a bra. Her tits weren't big by any measure, but they were pleasantly full and they hung on her chest with the vigor of youth. He liked the message she was sending to him.
They sat and chatted for a while and eventually sipped a second cup of coffee.
Stephen figured it was time to be bold. He stood up and gestured towards the hallway, "Would you like to move our conversation to the bedroom?"
It was the moment of truth and Emma purposefully delayed a moment by sipping her coffee. She sat the cup down on the table and considered it for a moment.
Standing up she quietly nodded and followed Stephen to the bedroom.
