The car door slammed behind Allison as she stomped up the front walk. She heard a squeal as her date drove off, and threw up her middle finger without turning back. Once inside she slammed the front door with some satisfaction; her parents were away for the weekend again, so there was no one to complain about the noise. She shuddered in disgust. Drew had been so cute, but he had absolutely no skill whatsoever.
His tongue, thick and wet, had plundered her mouth clumsily and he groped her breasts with no finesse whatsoever. Then without even asking her, he'd dropped his hand between her legs and rubbed her briefly through her jeans. When she squirmed away, he'd looked entirely too pleased with himself and then pulled his dick out of his pants—right there in her driveway—and asked her to "return the favor" with a blowjob.
Allison had been so surprised that she'd actually laughed at him, which had naturally pissed him off. He'd said some uncomplimentary things to her, she'd said a few back... all in all, it hadn't been the worst date she'd ever been on, but it was right up there. She tapped her foot in frustration. It was the first week of summer vacation and she planned to enjoy herself to the fullest before heading off to college. So that was it: no more dates with idiots.
The problem was, all the guys her age she'd been out with were basically idiots. The few guys she had gone out with that she suspected weren't idiots she just hadn't clicked with. Of course, this raised the possibility that she was only attracted to idiots, but she brushed that aside. Maybe she was just more mature than most of the guys her own age, and she couldn't manufacture chemistry with just any decent dude.
But she had to figure something out. Just before graduation she had made a pact with her three best friends: they would all have sex before summer was over. None of them wanted to go to college a virgin and have to deal with the meat market they'd heard freshman year was without at least a little experience under their belts... so to speak. Even worse, the pact had been her idea. She couldn't back out, and in fact was determined to be the first to do the deed. She would just have to figure it out.
But not tonight. She changed into cotton short-shorts and a tank top, and decided she'd go drown her sorrows in a pint of ice cream. Just as she stepped into the kitchen, someone knocked on the door and she had to stifle a shriek. Who would be here at this time of night?
Allison stepped to the front door quietly and peeked through the peep hole. It was their across-the-street neighbor, and she took a few seconds to drink in the sight of him before opening the door. She'd had a huge crush on him ever since they'd moved in when she was 13, back when he had a girlfriend. Her crush had only grown stronger in the five years since then, and she had always wanted to figure out excuses to go over and talk to him. Now he was here on her porch, dressed in a sharp and well-tailored suit... at eleven at night.
"Hi, Mr. Henderson. What's up? Oh," she added, remembering her manners, "here, come on in and sit down."
She stepped back to let him pass and followed him into the living room. He turned and swept his gaze over her briefly before giving her a little smile.
"I suddenly feel overdressed," he teased, and Allison glanced down at herself. Realizing she was wearing a tank top that was so thin as to be nearly see-through, she turned pink. "I'm sorry," he added, "I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"It's fine," she said. "Don't worry about it."
"I only just got home from work a little while ago and I happened to see you come home. You seemed upset, so I wanted to come over and check on you, make sure you were all right."
"Really? That's so nice," she said, warmth spreading through her belly.
"Well, your parents did ask me to kind of keep an eye on you."
"Oh." The warmth evaporated. "Well, I'm fine, so..."
"Bad date?" he asked kindly.
"God, you were watching us?" Allison put her head in her hands. This was a nightmare. This gorgeous older guy had seen her humiliation.
"Not watching," he said quickly. "But when a strange car pulls up in my neighbor's driveway when they're away, I like to keep an eye out. I didn't realize you weren't home, and you seemed upset."
"Yeah, I was. Am, I guess."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"I... it's embarrassing."
"Having been a young man of that age, I can take a guess."
"Oh, did all of you think with your dicks?"
"Pretty much," he said ruefully. "Luckily some of us grow out of it."
"When?" It burst out of her before she could stop it. "I want... I need... and they're just so... they can't even... They can't even be bothered to make sure I'm wet before they try to stick their fingers in me! And last night, he didn't even try to do that. He just jabbed at me a few times and then sat back and expected me to give him a blowjob, like I should be grateful or something. And the worst part is that he wasn't even the first guy to treat me like that. I'm just so sick of it. But I..." She sighed heavily, catching herself before she could blurt out that she was absolutely desperate to lose her virginity. It was true, but he didn't need to know that.
"I can understand why you're frustrated," Matthew said gently. "You deserve to be touched by someone who cares about making you feel good."
His gaze lingered on her just a moment too long. Then he cleared his throat and stood.
"Are you going to be all right?" he asked. "I should head home."
"Yeah. Thanks for listening, Mr. Henderson. I'll walk you out."
Allison followed him to the door and watched him walk down the front path. Suddenly an idea popped into her head, and she didn't know why she hadn't thought of it before. He was hot, he was currently single as far as she knew, and she could tell, she could just tell that he knew how to please a woman. Perhaps she would go to bed early after all. She had plans to make.
*****
Matthew took a shower, refusing to give in to the urge to jack off. It would be wrong, he thought, wrong to do it while he was still thinking about a teenager in her tiny pajamas. And why was he thinking about her, anyway? He must be twice her age. But when he'd sat there in her living room, the shadow of her nipples almost visible through her top as she talked about how she wanted a boy to pleasure her... fuck. He had started to get hard right there thinking about it.
He just wouldn't think about her, that's all. It was Saturday morning, and he always did his lifting on Saturday mornings. It would take all of his attention to max out his weight safely. He stepped out of the shower and toweled off, glancing at himself in his bathroom mirror as he did. He supposed he was fairly attractive—dark curls, green eyes, sleek and defined musculature. Perhaps it wasn't completely ridiculous to think that Allison could be attracted to him. For a moment he pictured her there in front of him, her thick chestnut hair twisted in his hands as she... His dick twitched.
Nope. Couldn't go there. He shook it off and went to change into a pair of workout shorts. In the garage he opened up the door and took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. Summer mornings were still cool, thank goodness. He did some gentle stretches, working out any remaining stiffness from the previous night, and then sat on his bench to begin his curls. A flicker of movement from across the street caught his eye, but when he glanced up he saw nothing. Shrugging, he switched over to crunches. He had just counted out sixty crunches when he heard a little squeal. Sitting up, he saw something so delectable his mouth actually went dry.
Allison was across the street, washing her car in the driveway. She was dressed, if you could call it that, in cut-off denim shorts that rode so high he would swear the bottoms of her ass cheeks were visible and a string bikini top. From the soap bubbles he saw clinging to her bikini and the rivulet of water running down her stomach he guessed that the shriek had been from a splash of cool water hitting her bare skin.
He didn't really mean to watch, but chose his next set based on what would allow him to have her within his eyesight. She washed her car thoroughly, stretching and bending—ahh, the bending—to get every speck of dirt. When she rinsed, a mist of cold water sprayed back on her, and he watched in fascination as her nipples hardened beneath the bikini. Allison was meticulous, he would give her that. She dried her car with microfiber towels, and when she bent over her hood and presented him with her long legs and her round ass, he groaned aloud.
Fuck. What was he doing? He shifted and suddenly noticed his dick was hard again.
Allison was dumping out the dirty water. Finally, she would go back inside and he could finish his workout in peace. Instead she picked up bucket and sponge and walked across the street. Toward him.
Fuck.
