by Madison Faye
I remember the night was hot and sticky in that muggy way only Florida can get. We had an AC unit in our living room back then, but my parents being the conservationist sticklers that they were, we were stuck with only fans in our bedrooms for those long hot nights.
I tossed and turned that evening, kicking off even the thin sheet from my sweat-sheened body and then yanking my tank-top off before lying back in just my panties trying to get comfortable in the heat.
Part of it, besides the temperature, was that I had Jake Harding on the brain bad that night. My parents had thrown me a big BBQ cookout in the backyard by the pool to celebrate my birthday that night. I'd invited a couple friends, but mostly it was just my mom, dad, and younger brother, and of course the Hardings from next door.
I suppose it’s worth reiterating one teeny little detail here that Jake was not only much older - scandalously older, really - and friends with my parents, but also very much married. But Lenore, his wife, was always a little frosty I thought, and it wasn't just because I had the hots for her husband. They were one of those couples that just didn’t make sense to anyone. My dad had once let something slip about how Lenore’s father had given Jake a pretty great job after the Navy, before he started working for himself as college football scout, but my mom had hushed him after that, saying we had better things to do than pry into that.
Well, she might have, but understanding what Jake found appealing about women was something I was very much interested in.
Anyways, that night at the BBQ, she’d seemed extra standoffish, giving me only the smallest of cold smiles as she wished me a happy birthday.
Jake meanwhile had given me the best present I could have never actually asked for, which was part of the reason I was lying awake like this now, so late in the evening. When they'd walked over from their yard to ours for the party, he'd dropped a nicely wrapped gift on the picnic table, and then come over and picked me up in a big bear-hug! I about died right there as he'd swung me around, those big strong arms holding me tightly to his muscled body and making me squeal as he chuckled.
"How the hell did you get so big, Chelsea?" He’d said, grinning broadly at me at he set my trembling, blushing body back on the ground.
"Jake!" Lenore had rolled her eyes and smacked him in the arm. "You don't call girls 'big'. And watch your language!"
He'd rolled his eyes at my furiously blushing face. “Oh, heck, you know what I mean Chelsea. You grew up! And now you're heading off to college! Man, where does the time go?" He pushed his hand up through his thick brown hair, flashing me that handsome grin that got me hot all over. “Besides, Lenore, she knows I'm not calling her big." He'd looked at me with that melting smile across his jaw. “You know you're going to be a little heart breaker at school, don't you Chelsea?"
2
Chelsea
Ugh, that hug! Here I was hours later, long after the party had wrapped up and Jake and Lenore had gone back home, and I was still imaging his hands on my back, his arms wrapped around me, and the feel of his body so close to mine.
The schoolgirl crush was much more adult these days. I'd barely even kissed a boy, being the skinny geek that I was, but I did know what desire felt like, and what to do with those urges when they kept me awake at night like this.
Closing my eyes and bringing that memory of Mr. Harding's arms around me, I sucked at my bottom lip as I let my hand slip down my sweaty young body until it fumbled at the elastic of my panties. I pushed my fingers beneath them, gasping slightly as I pushed them slowly over my mound before they slipped down into the slippery wet folds of my tight slit.
I moaned quietly. In my head, Jake Harding wasn't stopping at just holding me in his arms. In my fantasy, he was kissing me hungrily, his lips devouring mine and his tongue wrestling with my own as he clutched me to him. I slipped my fingers deeper into my wet sex as I imagined him kissing down my neck, tearing my shirt off and putting his mouth all over my small breasts. I pinched my own nipple with my other hand, imagining it was his lips nipping at me.
He’d grunt as he pressed himself to me, and I'd moan loudly, crying out his name into the steamy night air as he-
Wait a second.
I froze, my fingers lingering on my pussy as I stopped and listened again. The moans I'd just heard in my fantasy had actually come from reality.
I listened hard, straining to hear it again. And then, there it was again, and I felt my pulse jump like lightening in my chest.
"Oh fuck me harder, Jake!"
Oh. My. God.
It was Lenore's voice, obviously, and I whirled to peer out my window. I had a view of the Harding's backyard from the back of our house where my bedroom was, which was also where I'd spent many an afternoon spying on Jake mowing the lawn or taking a dip in their pool. But this time, I gasped and felt my young body clench up tight with excitement at what I was seeing. It took me a second, but as my eyes adjusted to the moonlit glow of my neighbor's backyard, I saw it all.
Jake's body glistened with the hot summer heat as he grunted, his muscles bunching and clenching as he pumped his hips rhythmically against his wife Lenore, who was bent over the lawn chair in front of him.
"Oh God, honey! Fuck me with that big cock of yours!"
I gasped and brought my hand quickly to my mouth as I stared out my window. I almost couldn't believe what I seeing barely thirty feet away from me! Jake Harding was fucking his wife hard from behind, right there in the backyard!
You'd have thought I'd be insanely jealous, or heartbroken, seeing the man of my fantasies with another woman. And at first, I was. At first, it felt like something in my heart was breaking apart; tearing at the seams inside as the leaden feeling in my gut sank into the pit of my stomach. But, as I watched, I realized I was becoming more and more mesmerized by the whole thing. The more I watched with wide, shocked eyes, the more I couldn’t look away. Jake’s muscles rippled under the moonlight, and the more I watched, the more I got completely turned on by the whole thing.
I guess part of me wished that it was me bent over that lawn chair with Jake holding my hips and pumping me full of his cock. But that didn't mean I couldn't be totally turned on and dripping wet just watching it happen like some sort of voyeur.
And before I knew it, the burning desire from earlier that I’d stopped came rushing back. I moaned as I felt my pussy throb inside my panties as my arousal quickly began to dampen the fabric while I watched the Hardings in their backyard. I knelt on the ground by my back window, peering over the sill at my hunky neighbor fucking his wife and letting the sounds of their lovemaking wash over me as I eagerly pushed my fingers back into my panties and slid them wetly over my tight little slit.
They were facing me at sort of an angle out there in the backyard. From my vantage point, I could see Lenore's face scrunched up with passion as her gorgeous husband gripped her tightly by the hips and pushed into her again and again. Her breasts were much larger than my small little chest, and they swayed heavily beneath her as Jake's hands gripped her ass tight and he fucked her with deep strokes.
His glistening chest rippled in the moonlight, and I moaned into my hand as the fingers from my other slipped into my tight channel, imaging it was his cock pushing into me from behind. I rubbed my clit with my thumb as two of my fingers rhythmically pushed in and out of my wet slit, trying to time my stroking with Jake's thrusting across the yard.
I'd been close before, back in my bed with my fantasy. And as I masturbated right there, hiding in my bedroom and watching my neighbors making love in their backyard, I could already feel myself close to coming. I started to finger my pussy harder and harder as Jake's pace picked up as well. I could see his jaw gritting tightly and the heavy concentration in his eyes as he rocked his hips back and forth.
"Oh fuck yes baby! Come inside me! Shoot your cum and fill me up Jake! Fuck your cum into me and put a baby inside of me! Make me pregnant!"
Like a rocket, that did it - for both of us, apparently. I bit my hand har
d as my own orgasm began to clench and ripple through me, but I forced myself to keep my eyes open and watch as Jake's face did the same. He let out a heavy grunt, and with a final, powerful thrust, he slammed forward into Lenore. He roared, and I knew he was coming right along with me! My own body clenched and convulsed, my tight pussy seizing up around my fingers as I bit my hand hard trying not to scream as I came.
As I came down, I suddenly gasped again as Jake slipped wetly out of his wife, and his thick, throbbing, glistening dick bobbed into view.
Oh my God.
I mean, I'd never really seen a penis before, aside from spying on my friend Jenna's older brother in the shower years ago, or the few glimpses of porn I'd seen. But I knew enough to know that the thick, gorgeous looking cock jutting out from Mr. Harding's muscled abdomen was decidedly enormous.
There was nothing following their lovemaking. No cuddling, not even a kiss. Jake was still panting and pushing his fingers through his hair when Lenore quickly got up from the chair, brushed her knees off, and went inside. I frowned as I watched Mr. Harding shake his head and mutter something before he followed her inside.
After that, I slumped back into my bed to grin and blush to myself about what I'd just seen.
"Put a baby inside of me! Make me pregnant."
Why was it that line in particular that had pushed me over the edge? It was like just hearing that from Mrs. Harding's lips had sent me crashing right into my orgasm, as if just imagining Jake making her pregnant like that right in front of me has made me come.
It was so hot, in fact, that I actually fingered my still buzzing slit into another mini-orgasm right there in my bed just thinking about it before I finally drifted off to naughty dreams that night.
3
Jake
This was going to be a real fucking problem.
It’d been one of those days with Lenore. Hell, it’d been one of those weeks, or hell, those years with her. We just…shit, I don’t know. We didn’t work anymore; at all. It’d gotten to the point where I honestly wasn’t sure why she’d ever married me, or I her for that matter. Her father, I suppose, and the job he landed me with the U-Miami football division before I went free agent as a recruitment consultant. Seems like a silly reason to have married into the family, but the more I thought about it, the more I was pretty sure that was it. I got the job, she got stability and the little cookie-cutter life she wanted.
Of course, I was anything but cookie-cutter, especially after the Navy and after my time on the road in the pro leagues. I was not white picket fence guy, or pot-luck dinner with the neighbors guy, or hell, a marriage guy.
But hey, there we were, and where that was, I wasn’t even sure anymore. I don’t think she did, either.
And then we had things like the BBQ earlier that day, and the whole storm of “what the fuck” that came with it. A whole shit-storm of confusion and roaring hormones like I was some kind of teenager again. And that storm had a name:
Chelsea McKenzie.
I mean Jesus fuck, when had that girl - no, woman - when had she become a woman? And when the hell had she gotten so hot? It was almost criminal is what it was; almost literally, actually. But somehow, right next door, cute little Chelsea McKenzie had gotten jailbait hot, and that was a problem.
It wasn’t like she’d suddenly grown tits or anything, or wild curves like some men go for. I mean shit, she was still rail-thin, with small tits and tiny little ass I could probably palm with one hand. But somehow, she was womanly in her litheness; all soft, demure curves and soft swells, like some sort of runway model without all the bullshit attitude. Actually, the way she carried herself was like she didn’t even know how hot she’d gotten; how fucking tempting she’d turned. She was light, and youthful, but then there was something so much more adult about her. She was smart as a whip, and she read intelligent, nerdy things like Isaac Asimov for fuck’s sake. She was a total nerd in a sense, of course, but there was something about that girl that got me hard as fucking stone. She’d somehow gotten herself hot, and hot in a way where she sure as shit didn’t know it.
But, I sure knew it, and that was the problem.
It hadn’t happened overnight, I knew that. I’d slowly started eyeing her in ways I seriously shouldn’t have ever since she’d turned eighteen, and not in a creeper way, just in this “you can’t help but see it” way. I’m only a man for fuck’s sake. But seeing her at that BBQ really hammered things in.
And I really shouldn’t have hugged her, that’s for damn sure. The feel of her warm body and her soft skin under my hands, the way she giggled into me and the way her whole face lit up with that hug. I mean, Jesus, I was like some sort of horny high school boy with a damn boner and a crush; tied up in a way I really wasn’t used to when it came to women.
So that’s where my damn head was, standing in the buff in my backyard after Lenore had gone back inside. I knew we probably shouldn’t have been outside doing that, and that I should probably have had some fucking pants on at that point, but I stayed another minute, letting the thoughts percolate.
Lenore had taken my moodiness that night as being in that kind of a mood, and then my hard-on thinking about Chelsea McKenzie as something else.
“Oh, good, we can try tonight.”
The baby. Jesus, the baby we “had” to have, according to her parents. Like this was some sort of feudal land and we needed an “heir” to carry on the the name and title or something. I mean this was Florida for fucks sake, not Camelot.
It was the baby neither of us wanted to have; at least, not with the other. Hell, I’d have loved to be a father. I’d wanted to be one for years, and getting married had probably had a bit to do with that, at least subconsciously. But with Lenore? Her, a mother? No fucking way; not a chance. It was laughable if you’d met her for even five minutes; the woman didn’t have a warm bone in her whole body.
And I don’t know what had possessed us to be outside like that that night. Too hot, too much wine, a last shot at trying to make things hot and romantic maybe? But there was no romance, no seduction with this woman; anymore, or ever before, actually. With her that night it was pajama pants off, bending over chair and turning to just say “Do it, Jake.” And she wasn’t bending over to be sexy, she was doing it because - well, my guess is because she didn’t want to look at me. She just wanted the act, and the result, and that’s all.
Welcome to life at forty, Jake Harding.
And then it was done, as fast as both of us could make it. She left and I was sitting there with my cock out under the night sky getting hard all over again thinking about my barely legal, next door neighbor. My buddy’s daughter.
Chelsea.
Fuck.
Like I said, this was going to be a problem. Thank God she was about to go away to school. Out of sight, and out of mind, and I could just go on with my strange, unsatisfying life.
4
Chelsea
Two weeks later, I was off to school a thousand miles away. I'd only seen Mr. Harding a handful of times since the night of my birthday, though every time, I'd blushed and stammered even more around him. I couldn't even look his wife Lenore in the eye when they'd come over for dinner a few days before I left.
School was tough, and definitely kept me busy. It was also another whole world entirely from the small town I'd come from. Where I'd been gawky, a little shy, and thought of myself as an outsider back home, at school, I seemed to come into my own almost right from the start! I’d gotten my braces off right before I left, and within weeks, I was also taking the time to style my hair a little better in the mornings, I’d started buying clothes that flattered my slender, not-very-curvy frame, and even started making a point of trying to be social with people. It wasn't that I was changing who I was in any sort of bad way, I was just finally realizing who I was and what I was capable of.
There were boys, of course; especially when I'd started to dress better and go out to social events. And it was flattering, and exciting to sudde
nly have real male attention for the first time in my life. But as ardent and as tempting as some of those boys were, I kept thinking of them as just that; boys. In my head, and in my heart, there was still only one man I wanted, even if he was more than a thousand miles away, married, and my dad's best friend and neighbor.
Man, talk about a stacked deck.
But still, I pined for Jake Harding all those nights away at school. Sure, I went on dates, and I even had quite a few hot and heavy nights of making out with boys. But it never went further than that, I made sure. Ok, so there was a teeny bit of schoolgirl crush left in me for Jake, but it's not like I was saving myself for him or anything. It's just that none of the other guys I met at school did it for me like, well, Jake had.
And so I went through the first semester like that; a couple hot, steamy make-out dates, followed by many a night of me quietly fingering my tight slit to a clenching, seizing orgasm while my roommate snored across the room.
And I thought of Jake, and that big beautiful cock of his every single time.
As time went on, another thought slowly began to take root in my head. As I kept saying no to boys, and as my own confidence kept growing, I knew that really, there was only one man I wanted to give that special gift to. It became all I thought about, my every and only fantasy. I knew then that as improbable as it was - as crazy as it was - I wanted my first time to be with Mr. Harding; older man, married man, neighbor, and best friend to my father.
Now, how on earth I'd possible get that to happen was another question, and so for the time, it was just a fantasy.
