Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Now, I’m back inside the house, yet my mind keeps going back to that dirty little girl’s peep show. Every time I replay the sexy scene in my mind my cock grows a little larger.
Goddamn, I want to teach Misty a lesson. She could use a man like me in her life. She sure as hell wouldn’t be getting herself off outside for everyone to see if she did. How old is she, anyways? What is she doing alone at home? Where were her parents?
I still can’t wrap my mind around this. I want her, but I know I can’t let myself act on my desire for her. I reprimand myself for even watching, and especially for orgasming with her in my sights. She’s still in high school for Christ’s sake! I know her parents mentioned something about Misty graduating soon, but still. I’ll be lucky if she’s eighteen.
Then again, teenager or not, Misty really got me going there, but I won’t let myself touch her. I’m a better man that that. I can’t let my carnal desires get the best of me because it’s just not the right thing to do. Especially not with a girl who lives just across the way.
Next time she pulls an erotic stunt like that I’m going to ignore her.
Growling, I drop my shorts in my room and round the corner into the bathroom. I take a look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I look at the large scar on my side.
Knife wound. 2008. Iraq.
I look at my still half-erect cock.
Misty. 2021. Iowa.
Fuck. Turning the shower on cold, I step inside, submerging my face beneath pounding water. My mind slows down and the world around me dissipates as stinging needles beat into my back.
After an exceptionally long shower, I turn the handle from cold to off. Standing there with beads of water still running down my face, I hear the doorbell ring. Goddamnit. Who the hell could that be?
3
Jordan
Quickly, I towel down, running the terrycloth over my broad form. I’m not expecting any visitors, and I know practically nobody in this town, so who the fuck is at my door right now?
Tying the towel around my waist I quickly dash down the stairs, the pounding of my wet feet echoing through the house as I do. With both hands I swing the double doors open and then stop short.
Oh fuck.
My eyes grow wide and my lips involuntarily fall open at the sight of the half-dressed girl from next door. Misty’s in a white bikini so tight that I can see her nipples pushing through. She’s holding a baking dish filled with homemade chocolate-chip cookies.
“Hi, I realized today that I never formally welcomed you to the neighborhood! I’m Misty,” she says with a confident smile.
I stammer like an idiot.
“Um, thanks. I’m Jordan, nice to meet you. You live next door, right?” I ask, as if I didn’t see proof of this just a mere hour earlier.
“Yep! I brought cookies,” she says, pushing past me into the house. “Where should I put them?”
I’m dumbfounded and yet pleasantly amused. How many teenage girls act like this? I look outside to make sure no one is watching, and fortunately, there’s not a soul in sight. I don’t want to get in trouble after all. Closing the doors behind me, I begin to follow the curvy girl into my house.
“Kitchen is to your right,” I call. She prances forward, and my eyes are glued to those luscious hips as she sways. Then she plunks the sweet treats down and turns to me with a bright smile.
“Mmm, I just love the smell of fresh baked cookies. Don’t you?” I feel myself growing hard beneath the towel. I shoot her a wry grin as I grab a cookie. Might as well go with this little charade. We both know what happened earlier today, but it seems that Misty wants to act like an innocent.
I take a bite, devouring half a cookie in one go.
“Yeah absolutely, and these are amazing. What’s your secret?” I ask.
She shoots me a mischievous look.
“Well Jordan, I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”
I laugh at this witty comment. I take it word of my last career choice has already made its way through this sleepy town.
“I wouldn’t want to risk that.”
I sneak a glance at her unveiled body. Her skin looks so soft and those curves were surely made for sin. It would be all too easy to rip this towel off and give this girl a real orgasm that would put her on Cloud Nine. But where are my manners? I say, “Listen, you caught me stepping out of the shower, but it’s fine. I’ll be right back, I’m just going to throw some shorts on. Make yourself at home in the meantime.”