Alone at Last... 15 Blush Worthy Stories -- They Never Thought It Would Go So Far... Short Story Off Limits Romance Collection

by Gina Mint

  Alone at Last…

  15 Lewd Encounters

  Explicit, hot, and sure to get you off!

  These stories of forbidden love and extreme penetration will give you plenty to think about…

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  Story One

  Locked Out Alone

  “Damn it.” I cursed under my breath, frantically digging through my duffle bag. The contents of my purse were already strewn across the welcome mat. I took a deep breath, tried to remain calm. I was sure I’d grabbed the keys to my parents house when I’d left my dorm this morning, but they were no where to be found. I’d driven four and a half hours home from my first semester of college to surprise my parents for Columbus Day weekend. I’d turned eighteen a few weeks before and I figured that I’d get some quality time with my parents and, as an added bonus, a nice dinner out to celebrate my official adulthood.

  Now, I was banging on the front door, tears welling in my eyes. I pulled my long, blonde hair up into a ponytail and gazed into the foyer. My mom is always home on Saturday afternoons, but the garage was closed and locked and I didn’t see her keys or handbag on the table in the entryway, where she always keeps them. I tried to turn on my phone to call her or my dad, but it had died hours before (I probably left my car charger back in my dorm room with my keys.) I tried a few of the windows to see if they’re open, maybe I let myself in by climbing through one. They were all locked and I couldn’t think of another way in. I sat on the stoop, defeated.

  I could have driven back but 500 miles is an awful lot with no cell phone. Plus, my parents could be have been home any minute and I did want to see them. I heard some noise coming from the neighbor’s back yard— the house next door had been for sale all summer after the Johnsons, our best family friends, had moved to Florida for Mr. Johnson’s job. I noticed that the sign in the front listing the home as available had been taken down, so I shoved my wallet and lip glosses back into my handbag, hoisted up my weekend duffle bag over my shoulder and walked down the driveway to my new neighbor’s backyard.

  As I approached I could smell barbecue and I felt my stomach grumble— I had forgotten to stop for lunch on my way in to town, hopefully my new neighbor would be able to help me call my parents and find out when they’d be home. Then I could grab some lunch. I pulled open the side gate and saw three men in the back yard. A tall, broad shouldered man with dark hair stood over the grill while two other men— one with blond hair and brown eyes, a Robert Redford type, and the other a thin, black haired man who wore square framed glasses and had a nice smile; sparkling white teeth— sat at a picnic table, drinking beer and snacking on chips and salsa. I found myself staring at the grill master. He noticed me first.

  “Hello… Can we help you?” I found myself a little out of breath, suddenly nervous in his presence. He walked closer until he stood only about ten feet from me.

  “Oh, I… I’m sorry to have broken in, or well, let myself in the gate.” The man didn’t look amused or annoyed— his expression was blank. I stepped further into the backyard, closer to him. “I’m Jen, I live— well I live at school— but my parents live next door and I came home to surprise them and they seem to be gone for the morning, and I didn’t know what to do so… Can I charge my phone?” All three men looked me up and down. The tallest one, who had been by the grill, smiled— I noticed he had bright blue eyes offset by some wrinkles, he seemed to be in his early thirties, he was very good looking and had an aura of confidence about him that made him seem established.

  “Your parents are our of town for the weekend, they’re meeting their old neighbors at a bed and breakfast a few hours away for the long weekend— did they forget to tell you?”

  “Oh. I guess they didn’t think there was any reason to.” I turned to go, nervous about the long drive back— I’d only gotten my license a few months ago and nine total hours of driving was a lot for one day.

  “Wait, charge your phone here and give them a call to let them know where you are. Stay, have some lunch with us. I’m Ben, I moved in about six weeks ago, your parents have been a huge help and it’s the least I can do.” I smiled up at him and felt my nipples perk up and harden a little. I blushed.

  “Thank you.” He was very good looking, his demeanor was friendly but something about his tone was a little disarming and intimidating, he seemed very nice, but Ben had a gravity that was different than anyone else I’d met before. He seemed experienced but comfortable. I felt at ease after the morning’s stress, I trusted him.

  “Please, sit down. Do you want a beer?”

  “Oh. no thank you— I don’t drink. Do you have lemonade?”

  “Of course, just a minute.” Ben went into the house , taking my phone and charger in with him. I sat with his friends.

  “I’m Max,” the blond looked over at me, he was more handsome than Ben, but he lacked his gravitas. Max just seemed at ease, his confidence was the sort that people are born with, Ben’s seemed earned.

  “John” The bespectacled man smiled warmly and I smiled back— he had a contagious happy energy.

  “Jen. Thank you guys for letting me join you for lunch. It was just my birthday and I was so excited to see my parents and I just…”

  “Which birthday?” Ben had appeared behind me, he set a big clear cup of iced lemonade in front of me as he spoke.

  “I just turned eighteen.” I noticed Max and John make eye contact with each other and smile a little, I perked up. I felt very adult.

  “Well, happy birthday” Ben responded “to adulthood!” he tipped his beer toward me and I lifted my lemonade to meet his can. I took a sip, it was delicious. Cold and sour but not too bitter.

  “Thank you for everything.”

  “Don’t mention it again— we’re all happy to have some female company and youth around. Besides, as I said your parents have been so helpful since I’ve moved into the neighborhood.” Ben brought over plates of barbecued chicken and sausage, rolls, grilled corn, and caesar salad. I served myself a big plate and we all ate.

  “What do you study?” Max asked

  “I haven’t declared a major yet, but I think I’d like to do psychology or sociology.”

  “Are you in a sorority?” John smiled.

  “Not yet, but rush is in the spring, so I hope I’ll be able to join one!”

  We talked and laughed— I found out they are all best friends from college. Ben had started a logistics
company and when it started to grow he moved it to my town where he thought there was a stronger working economy. He hired Max and John recently (they’d all always wanted to work together) and they’d moved here last week. They were staying with Ben (the Johnsons’ old house, Ben’s new one had four bedrooms) for a few weeks until they figured out where they wanted to live. They were all warm and friendly— I felt safe with them, they’d known each other for more than ten years, so they felt like a family. As the conversation continued, I noticed how attractive all of the men were. Guys in college were cocky but unaccomplished, lazy, rude, they weren’t helpful or nice, plus they were all skinny, and didn’t have any chest hair, their faces were still filled with baby fat. I’d never been very interested in guys my age, though I did get my share of attention from them. Surrounded by these men, fourteen years older than me, I felt more and more attracted to them as they spoke. I kept making eye contact with Ben, staring at his lips, which were starting to look very kissable, noticing his broad shoulders, the way he ruffled his hand through his hair whenever he laughed, his tan and toned forearms. The men had fallen into a discussion of business and I started to imagine what it would be like to kiss Ben. I pictured him pushing my hair back from my face, his hand settling under my chin and pulling my mouth to his.

  “So, Jen, are you dating anyone at school?” Ben addressing me directly shook me from my fantasy.

  “No, not right now.” I felt myself blushing.

  “Why not? A pretty and sweet girl like you should have plenty of options.” Max smiled at me. I smiled back.

  “I guess I just haven’t found anyone. Boys at school— guys my age, I guess, aren’t really my type.” I made eye contact with Ben and smiled a little. “What about you, seeing any one?”

  “I broke up with a girl when I moved here.” John said. Max nodded.

  “I just ended something a few months ago, but it was never serious.”

  “Ben?” Max and John started laughing a little.

  “No one special,” Ben answered. “I do… date a lot, I guess.” Of course he’s a player, I thought. But, somehow, that made him more attractive to me. I started to fantasize about what it would be like to feel Ben’s older, experienced hands on me. “How about you?” He continued, “I’m sure you at least go on your share of first dates.” He winked at me.

  “I’ve been on a few, but I don’t know. I’ve never met anyone I felt like I connected with.”

  “You didn’t have a boyfriend in high school?”

  “No, I went to an all girl’s school.”

  “Any wild nights this semester?”

  “No, I actually…” I don’t know why I said it, for some reason I just felt like I should be honest with Ben “I’m actually a virgin.” All three men’s eyes popped— just like they say it happens in books! and I caught Ben glancing me over, I caught his eyes pausing for a little too long on my chest, which was flushed red with embarrassment.

  “Oh… I, um, well. Wow.” Ben said. The other two just nodded. I smiled sheepishly, turned my head toward my lap and looked up at him with just my eyes.

  “It’s not that I’m, you know, waiting for marriage or anything. I just never really met a guy who made me want to do it, you know?” Max, John, and Ben all looked at each other and smiled a little. They seemed to know something I didn’t which, I figured, made sense as they were so much older.

  “Well, how about we head inside for a while, we can come back out here for a drink this evening.” Ben said and stood up. I followed him inside and asked him for my phone, he pointed to it— charging on the kitchen counter. I called my parents who were ‘so sorry, they didn’t know’ and wanted me to have the ‘happiest birthday,’ they promised to come visit me and take me to dinner next weekend, but didn’t offer to come home.

  “Oh and Jen,” my mom said, I could tell she was anxious to hang up, “don’t drive back to school tonight— it’s going to get dark before you get back and I don’t feel comfortable with you on driving in the dark for so many hours.”

  “But mom, I’m locked…”

  “Okay Jen, love you— it’s time for us to go meet the Johnsons, thank you for visiting, we’re sorry we missed you, love you!” She hung up, and I let out a frustrated breath.

  “Everything okay?” Ben was moving our dirty dishes from the sink to the dishwasher.

  “My parents don’t want me to drive home tonight but, you know, I’m locked out.” I figured I could charge a hotel room to my dad’s credit card; he couldn’t get too mad— he was missing my birthday!

  “Why don’t you just stay here tonight? I have an extra room.” Ben stared down at me, I noticed him glancing from my chest to my eyes and back again.

  “Oh, I don’t want to impose but if you’re sure you don't mind?”

  “Of course not, I’ll show you to the spare room.”

  It was still early in the day, but I set my things down and took my hair out of the ponytail I’d thrown it into before and changed from my crew neck tee-shirt to a lower cut black tank top that showed more cleavage. I also put on some mascara and blush, you know, just in case Ben (or even Max or John) was looking at me. I walked downstairs to find Ben on the couch, alone.

  “Thank you for everything— where are Max and John?”

  “They ran to the grocery store to pick up some sodas, ice cream, and some other stuff we need around here. They should be back in an hour, maybe less. I hope you don’t mind being here with just me.” He winked at me and I felt my nipples harden, I could feel a chemistry that I hoped he felt too. I was getting myself excited, I almost couldn’t look at him, I kept thinking about what his chest would look like if he peeled off the his grey tee-shirt.

  “I don’t mind.”

  “Great, want to watch some TV? I’ll grab you another lemonade.” I nodded and sat down on the couch, when Ben came back he sat close to me, rather than on the other side of the couch. He turned on some movie, I can’t even remember what it was, and I felt myself get turned on and horny with him just being near me. I pulled my legs up onto the couch and then, just to see what would happen, pushed my feet under his leg. He turned his head toward me and smiled and then put his hand on my knee. “You know you’re really a very pretty girl?” He said, “I’ve always liked blondes. You’re a little shy too, but sweet and confident.” He turned back to the television and I stared at him, my nipples pressed against my bra and I had butterflies. I blushed and finally whispered something thanking him. Ben turned the volume off the tv and winked at me.

  “Why don’t you come here?” I scooted closer to him, I couldn’t believe what was happening, I hoped Ben would kiss me. It was my lucky day, I guess, because he leaned down and kissed me softly and then, quickly, more deeply. I felt his tongue move in and out of my mouth. I had tingles all over my body. He was self-assured as he let his hands explore. He gently pushed me on to my back and then positioned himself on top of me, between my legs. I kissed down his neck, slowly licking and sucking, letting my hands explore his back. His right hand reached up under my shirt and gripped my breast, he pulled it out of my bra and slowly started flicking and pinching my nipple.

  “Mmm, that feels good, Ben.”

  “Let’s get this off of you.” He answered, pulling at my tank top. He pulled it over my head and sat up for a second, staring at my base torso. My left breast was out of my lacy pink bra and he grabbed it and started massaging it. “These are very nice, Cs?”

  “Thanks, um, yes 32C.” I giggled and reached back to unhook my bra, eager to show Ben more of me. He threw my bra on the floor as I pulled at his shirt. He lifted it over his head. His chest was broad and hairy, tanned and well defined. “God, you’re hot.” I felt embarrassed immediately after complimenting him, like a silly kid blubbering on in the presence of her favorite actor or something. He just leaned down and took one of my nipples in his mouth while he massaged the other with his hand. I moaned, savoring how well he read my body. He bit down, just barely, on my nipple and I
let out an involuntary moan. I could tell my pussy was getting very wet. I started to grind it up against him.

  “You’re an eager little thing, aren’t you? I like that.” Ben kissed me and trailed kisses down my neck. He reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, I lifted my hips and shimmied them off. He kissed down to my panties and then came back up and kissed my mouth, teasing me. I pushed my self back up against him, grinding hard. Impossibly turned on and desperate for release. I could feel Ben’s cock straining against his jeans. His hardness turned me on even more.

  “Please” I whispered.

  “Please what?” Ben said, but he slipped a hand into my panties and quickly found my clit. He rubbed me slowly, while I moaned and ground against him, desperate for more. “You’re very wet. Do you like having this older man’s hand in your panties?” I breathed out, hard and nodded up at him. “Mmm, good. Want more?”

  “Yes.” He pushed a finger into my throbbing, soaked pussy and pulled it in and out of me quickly, teasing and fucking me with it. He kept his thumb on my clit. It was too much. I started to breathe more heavily, and grind back against him. I moaned as Ben slid a second finger into me. He started pushing his fingers in and out of me just a little more quickly, I felt myself getting wetter as I gripped his fingers with my virgin pussy. Ben felt amazing, I’d been fingered a few times before, but college boys didn’t know anything compared to Ben. His hands were strong and he knew exactly how to touch and tease me. I felt myself convulse around him, “fuck” I whispered into his ear as I came. Moaning. “Oh my god, that was amazing.” Ben brought his mouth down onto mine. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, feeling more confident in my post-orgasmic glow. “I want to make you feel good too.” I made strong eye contact with him. Ben smiled and shifted so that I was on top of him.