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Eric pulled a beer from his refrigerator, rolling his neck, the muscles already starting to ache from his workout. At forty-nine years old he still enjoyed his workouts even if they were a little harder than they were twenty years ago, not that he would ever admit that to anyone.

He stepped out onto the wrap around porch and lowered himself into the Adirondack chair, simultaneously taking a draw on his longneck and wishing he'd brought another one, making a mental note to load up his ice bucket when he went back inside. The sun poured across his front yard and warmed his face as he took another pull on his bottle, closing his eyes.

'Evening Mr. C!' Eric opened his eyes, looking to his right where Melissa, his neighbor's daughter was walking up their front path. She waved.

'Hey, Mel,' he called waving back. 'How was work?' Melissa had worked in the local coffee house after school and on weekends for the last two years and he had to admit she looked cute in the uniform; white blouse, yellow skirt, and matching neckerchief.

'It was okay, can't wait to get out of the ugly uniform though,' she replied, tugging at the neckerchief and poking her tongue out the side of her mouth like she was being choked.

Eric laughed. 'Any plans for the weekend?'

'Oh yes! My girlfriend Gina turned eighteen yesterday so we're having a party.'

'Sounds fun. Boy/girl?'

'Yes, but just a few of the nice ones. Most of the boys at school are losers so we thought we'd just get some drinks and play some games and then watch scary movies until the sun comes up tomorrow.'

'Wow, I hope her parents are prepared for drunk eighteen-year-olds and lots of screaming,' Eric replied trying not to picture a bunch of cute teens in their pajamas.

'I hope MY parents are prepared,' Melissa said, laughing. 'We're having the party here. Gina's mom and dad are a little square and wouldn't let us have it at their place. Which is kinda sucky, I mean it's not like we're gonna wreck the place, just drink some beers and have some fun. Anyways, I better get inside. I gotta take a shower and try to make myself look cute, they'll be arriving soon.'

Eric smiled. He'd known Melissa since her family had moved in next door to him five years ago but, in the last six months, she'd really grown into a beautiful young woman who he tried not to look at when she was tanning in their backyard or hanging out laundry in jean shorts and tank top.

'Don't worry, we'll keep the noise down. We'll party responsibly.'

The screen door on her house slammed, punctuating her sentence and Melissa turned to see her dad standing on the porch. He was a few years older than Eric but looked ten, a band of gray hair around the back of his head and a paunch which pushed over the top of his slacks. As soon as she saw his face she knew something was wrong.

'I don't think you will be, honey,' Melissa's father said, pushing his hands into his pockets. 'We have a problem.'

His daughter's face dropped and for a moment Eric thought she was going to burst into tears right there on the front path. 'What is it, daddy?' she asked her eyes wide.

'We have a burst pipe under the house. We've had to turn off the water.'

'What?' Melissa said, dismayed. 'Are you serious? I can't believe it.'

'I'm sorry honey, we've called a plumber but he can't get the part until Monday. We've booked into a hotel for the weekend so just go and pack some things and I promise you can have the party next weekend.'

'No!' the pretty brunette cried. 'This was the only weekend when everyone was free. It was meant to be Gina's springtime birthday party. If we don't have it now it'll be her,' she eyes flicked across the lawn figuring out the weeks and months, 'late summer, early fall really late birthday party. And not all of my friends are going to college here like I am so I'll probably never see them again.' Her bottom lip started to shake and her father rushed down the steps to throw his arms around his daughter. Melissa's shoulders slumped and her head fell forward onto her father's shoulder.

'I'm so sorry 'Lissy,' he said holding her, using her childhood nickname.

'I know, daddy. It's not your fault. I'll call the girls and then throw some things in a bag.'

Eric watched the scene, for a moment an image of Melissa throwing items of underwear into an overnight bag popped into his head but he pushed it away with a barely perceptible shake of his head - she was cute but he was a nice guy and wouldn't let himself think of her like that. He took another draw on his bottle, Melissa's dad catching his eye, shrugging and smiling sadly. Eric nodded in understanding and looked away as Melissa pulled away from her father and bent to pick up her backpack, walking up the steps to the front door.

'Melissa, wait,' Eric said. She stopped, looking over at him. 'Look, if you want, you can have the party here. If it's okay with your parents.'

Melissa's eyes grew wide and a smile spread over her pretty face. 'Really?' 

'If it's okay with your parents,' he reiterated. Melissa spun to look at her father, her pleated skirt flicking, briefly revealing a little more of her slim, tanned thighs.

Her father paused, looking from Eric to his daughter. 'I don't know, honey. I don't know if we should be imposing on Eric like that.'

'But he said it was okay. It was his idea.' She turned to Eric. 'Right, Mr. C?'

Eric looked from Melissa to her father. 'It's fine with me, if it'll help. I was going to spend most of the evening out here anyway and my basement is kitted out with couches, bean bags, and a big-screen TV so they're welcome to use it.'

'Daddy? That sounds so awesome. Please?'

Her father shrugged, raising his hands.  'Okay, if you're sure, Eric. But -'

'Yes! Thank you, daddy!' Melissa squealed, dropping her backpack and running down the steps, throwing her arms around her father's neck, almost knocking him over. And then she was running across the lawn, up the steps onto Eric's porch, and bending to throw her arms around his neck. The scent of her perfume and warm skin wafted into his nose and he rolled his eyes, keeping his arms at his sides. 'Thank you, Mr. C!'

He laughed. 'You're welcome, but I'm pretty sure your father just said 'but'.'

'I know,' she whispered as she pulled away, and he noticed that close up the dark blue bra through the white blouse. Eric tried to ignore it, looking up at her, wondering how eighteen-year-old girls managed to wear bras that could be seen through their tops and apparently not notice.

'You're my hero,' she was saying, beaming. Eric nodded, looking down, trying not to notice, now that they were closer, that her blouse was also pulling across her breasts, having obviously been purchased when she was a cup size smaller.

'You're welcome,' he repeated. 'Now go find out about that 'but'.'

Melissa turned and skipped back across the lawn to her father.

'Lissy,' her father was saying as she approached. 'Eric is being very kind, but your mother and I were only happy with the boys attending the party when we were going to be there. Now that we can't I don't know that I'm happy for them to be there.'

Melissa smiled and rolled her eyes. 'Oh daddy, they're nice boys and we're all eighteen years old -,' her father went to speak but she cut him off, 'but I understand that you're worried so I promise to tell the boys not to come anymore.'

Her father nodded. 'Thank you, sweetheart. Now I don't want you girls getting too rowdy and causing Eric any problems. Eric, my wife, and I will be staying at the Days Inn across town so if you have any problems with the girls then, please, send them home and send Lissy to us.'

Eric nodded. 'No problem, I'm sure they'll be fine. The basement is pretty soundproof so I'm not too worried.'

'Thank you again, Mr. C,' Melissa, waving over at him. 'I'm going to take a shower and then I'll be over with our supplies -,' she paused when she realized Eric and her father were staring at her. 'Oh right! I can't take a shower.'

Her father shook his head and smiled at Eric. 'She's smart really. Top five in her class,' he said, turning to smile at his daughter who laughed.

'He's right,' she said, shrugging her shoulders, 'but sometimes I'm a little dopey.' 

Eric laughed at her candid reply. 'It's okay, you're welcome to use my shower.

'Thank you, Mr. C. I'll just grab my stuff.' Melissa hopped up the steps, her toned legs clearing them in one.

'Thanks again,' Melissa's father said. 'And if there are any problems you have my cell, just call me and I'll come over and pick her up.'

'Sure, it'll be fine. I can drop her at the hotel tomorrow.'

By the time Melissa returned with an overnight bag Eric had retrieved another beer from the fridge and filled his ice bucket which sat beside him on the porch.

'Tying one on tonight, Mr. C?' she said as she hopped up the steps and onto the porch.

'Just figured that with all your girls here screaming at horror movies I'd need something to help me sleep. And you can call me Eric.'

'Well, you're welcome to have some of our beers too, there'll be plenty to go round now that the boys aren't coming.'

'Oh, so you're sticking to that? I was half expecting to find them arriving now that you're parents have headed out.'

'No, I wasn't too bothered about them coming, plus my parents put their trust in me so I don't like to abuse that. They're a little old-fashioned but I quite like it, and they're good to me.'

Eric nodded. 

'Well, I guess I better get cleaned up. It was hot at the coffee house this afternoon so I'm a little sticky.'

Eric's teeth knocked against the rim of his bottle. Did she say things like that on purpose or was she completely unaware? But the look on her face made him think that she was just a teen who spoke faster than her brain worked.

'Sure, go ahead. The bathroom is at the top of the stairs. I have an ensuite so feel free to leave your stuff in the main one until tomorrow.

'Thanks, Mr. C  - Eric. I don't think the girls will be here yet but if they arrive are they okay to come in?'

'Sure, I'll show them in.'

She thanked him again and skipped into the house, her skirt flipping up again. Eric closed his eyes and took another drink.

The sun was almost at his eye line when he heard Melissa call him. 'Mr. C!'

He lifted himself out of his chair and stepped through his front door. 'Everything okay?' he asked, looking up the stairs from where her voice had come.

'How do you get the shower to go from faucet to shower?' she asked, her voice drifting from the bathroom.

'Sometimes the little lever sticks,' he was saying as he started to ascend the stairs.

'Mr. C!' Melissa called, stepping into the doorway. 'Did you hear what I -.' Eric looked up to reply but froze in mid-step. In front of him, framed in the doorway was Melissa dressed in just her dark blue bra and matching panties, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. As she saw him she let out an embarrassed squeak and stepped back into the bathroom but not before giving her neighbor a good view of her slim, tight body.

'Melissa, I'm sorry,' Eric stuttered, looking down at the stairs.

'No! I'm sorry, Mr. C. I didn't think you'd heard me. Oh, I'm so embarrassed.'

'It's okay, I didn't really see anything,' Eric replied, turning on the stairs. 'The water - you just have to jiggle the lever a couple of times and it'll flick over. I don't use that bathroom much so I haven't had it fixed. Sorry again, let me know if you can't do it.'

'Don't apologize, Mr. C, it's your house. I just didn't realize you had walked in. I did it!'

Eric headed back down the stairs and out the front door, trying to erase the image of his neighbor's eighteen-year-old daughter standing in his bathroom door in her underwear, but it was like a welding flash that stayed behind his eyelids every time he closed them. Lowering himself back into his chair he grabbed another beer and twisted off the lid.

By the time Melissa's party guests had begun to arrive she was back downstairs. She was wearing a short blue sundress with green leaves and red watermelon slices on it. The top of the dress was low cut, showing off just the smallest hint of her cleavage. On her feet, she wore strappy, heeled sandals. 

'This is Mr. C - Eric,' she said as her friends walked up the steps and onto the porch. 'He's letting us have the party at his house while mine is out of order.'

'Thank you, Mr. C!' the girls chorused, a couple of them hugging him, the soft skin of their shoulders brushing his neck as they squeezed themselves against him in turn. He nodded, saying, 'no problem', trying not to stare at the various areas of bare flesh in front of him.

'Okay Mr. C, we're going to head down to the basement now and leave you in peace,' Melissa said, ushering her friends into the house, slapping one of them playfully on the butt as she passed her in the doorway - the girl stopped, looking at Melissa and they both laughed.

The ice bucket was almost empty when Eric first started to feel a chill in the early spring air. He considered grabbing a coat from inside the front door and opening another bottle, but looking at his watch and seeing it was 11.30 he decided he'd had enough beer for one night and didn't want to wake up the next morning with a hangover.

As he opened the front door he could hear the muffled laughter of a dozen teenage girls in his basement and the dramatic music of a cheesy slasher movie. He smiled to himself as he walked up the stairs.

Eric turned out the light in his ensuite bathroom and slipped into bed. All his life he'd slept naked but tonight with a party of girls in his basement he wondered if he should put on some shorts and a t-shirt, but he knew he wouldn't be comfortable. He lay there for a few minutes staring at the ceiling before reaching for his book.

From downstairs he heard the basement door open and then footsteps that we unmistakeably bare feet on polished wood floor and calls to 'shh' followed by giggling. He froze, wondering if in their tipsy state the girls were thinking of coming up to his room. He shook his head, Melissa seemed too sensible to let her friends do something silly like, trying to get him to come down and join the party, and he relaxed when he heard the front door open.

In the distance, he heard voices saying goodbyes and the sound of car engines before the door closed again. He looked back at his book, trying to ignore the images of teens in dresses, but despite his best effort he couldn't help but feel a stirring below the covers - he shook his head and turned the page.

As he reached the bottom of the page he heard the sound of padding feet again, but this time they were on the stairs. He froze, listening and then relaxing again as he heard the bathroom door open and then close, he tried to ignore the fact that if he held his breath he could hear the sound of one of the girls peeing in his toilet. He shook his head again, admitting that when he'd offered them the use of his house for their party he hadn't really thought it through. He went to turn the page again, despite having not taken in anything written on the previous one when he realized that his hand was below the covers resting on his semi-erect penis. That's it, he thought, reaching for his Bluetooth headphones, finding an audiobook on his phone, but not before he heard the toilet flush, the tap run, and then the sound of bare feet descending his stairs.
 

Eric's eyes opened but he didn't turn to look at his clock, not wanting to disturb his comfortable position in the bed. He wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep but he knew it must be over an hour because the timer on his audiobook had turned off. He listened for sounds of the girls downstairs, but he decided that they must all either be asleep or watching a less terrifying movie that didn't cause them elicit screams and laughter.

He was just drifting back off to sleep when he thought he heard a knock. He waited, wondering if it was a knock or just his imagination. When the sound wasn't repeated his body relaxed, but then suddenly there it was again, a definite knock.

'Hello?' he said, his eyes opening, expecting to see one of the girls with a cut hand or twisted ankle looking for his help. But when his bedroom door opened it was with a slow, cautiousness and not with a burst that would accompany an emergency.

'Mr. C?' Melissa whispered, poking her pretty face around the door. 'Are you awake?'

Eric lifted himself up onto his elbow. 'Melissa? Is everything okay?'

'Yes, everything's fine - well except that the girls that are left have taken up all the couches, and the basement floor is cold.'

For a moment he couldn't decide what she was asking or telling him, but then he realized. 'Okay, no problem, the spare room is made up, you can sleep in there. I should have offered it to some of you before but I didn't think about it.'

Melissa paused in the doorway, biting her bottom lip. 'Okay,' she said finally. 'Thank you, I'll go in there.' She began to close the door, but she stopped just before the light playing across the bedroom floor disappeared. 'Mr. C, this is going to sound stupid, but that last movie really freaked me out and I don't think I want to sleep in a strange bed on my own.'

Eric could see her eyelids fluttering rapidly as if she were nervous and she went back to chewing her lip. 'So what are you saying?' he asked, rubbing his eye with his free hand.

There was a moment of heavy silence between them before the teenager spoke again. 'Could I stay in here - with you?'

'Melissa,' Eric said, sitting up a little more, the covers sliding off his toned shoulder. 'The floor in here isn't going to be any more comfortable than in the basement.'

'I know. Couldn't I just sleep in your bed?' she asked quietly. 'I'm pretty small, I won't take up too much room.'

The rushing of blood in Eric's ears was the only thing that was louder than his heart pounding in his chest. Was his neighbor's gorgeous teenage daughter really asking to share his bed? No. No. That would be a terrible idea.

'Mr. C? Is it okay? It's getting chilly standing here.'

'Well - I -'

'Oh thank you, Mr. C!' Melissa said in a loud whisper, pushing the door open again and stepping into the room.

'Wait, let me put some pillows down the middle of the bed while you get your pajamas on,' Eric was saying, moving to one side under the covers.

'Oh, I don't have my PJ's. My friend Tash took them out of my bag and put them on because she was cold and now she's asleep in them,' she said, standing at the side of the bed. 'But don't worry, it'll be warm enough in the bed for me with both of us in it.'

Eric looked up from rearranging the pillows to see Melissa left her dress over her head, dropping it on the floor. 'Melissa wait,' he said, trying to slide backwards across the bed but being blocked by the pillows. Melissa looked at him. 'Don't look for a second, Mr. C,' she said, reaching behind her back, unhooking her bra and dropping it on the floor next to her dress, allowing her neighbor a glimpse of the silhouette of her pert breasts against the streetlight coming in behind the blinds. And then, before he could protest any more he saw her bend at the waist, shimmying her panties down, stepping out of them.

'Melissa wait -,' he protested as she pulled back the covers. 'You need to sleep on the other side of the bed.'

'Don't worry, Mr. C, I don't take up much room,' she said as she hopped into the bed, making a shivering sound as she pulled the covers up around her shoulders. 'It may be spring,' she said, 'but it still gets cold at night. I'm covered in goosebumps.'

Melissa, you need to slow down. I - I,'

'What's up, Mr. C?'

'Melissa, I sleep naked.'

'Me too,' she replied, grabbing a pillow and flipping it over. 'I like the cold side, don't you?'

She flipped onto her side with her back to him.

'Melissa -,' Eric started again.

'Aren't you going to lie down, Mr. C?' she asked looking over her shoulder at him. For a moment Eric remained propped up on his elbow but realizing he had already lost to a more determined opponent he laid down. The room fell silent and to his dismay, he realized that he had become aroused, his shaft flexing with each breath he took. Maybe if I just lie here she'll go to sleep.

'Mr. C?'

'Yes.'

'Are you okay? You're very quiet.'

'I thought we were going to sleep.'

'Right... Unless.'

'Unless what, Melissa,' he asked, a note of frustration in his voice.

'Unless you want to talk for a while.'

'It's kinda late. Don't you have to be up in the morning?'

'No. I don't have school or work tomorrow.'

'Right.'

'So, you wanna talk for a while?' Melissa asked, suddenly flipping over to face him, the sudden movement making the bed shake and causing his erection to rock from side to side.

'I guess. What do you want to talk about?' He heard Melissa take a breath.

'Well, my friends were talking tonight - actually, they've been talking about this stuff for a while, about how some of them have had sex and some of us haven't.'

Eric closed his eyes in the dark, his penis like a steel bar, his balls beginning to ache. Please don't do this to me. There was silence for a moment.

'So as you might have guessed, I fall into the second group - the have nots. And when we were all talking my girlfriends who are in the know said that having an older guy for your first time is better because they have more experience and it feels better - for the girl.'

'Okay, I understand what your friends are saying, but I think what they're referring to are boys who are maybe a couple of years older than you.'

Melissa propped herself up, resting her cheek in her hand and Eric was sure that her breast grazed his shoulder. She began to talk again, the faint scent of alcohol reaching his nose as she continued, her warm breath on his ear. 'No I get that, but that got me thinking. If a boy who's a couple of years older is better than a boy who is my age, then a guy who is a LOT older would be amazing.'

'Melissa, I can see where you're going with this,' he started, trying to inch his way across the bed away from her, but she moved with him ending up even closer, her breasts pressing against his arm, her thighs again his.

'Okay, great,' she said, a hint of excitement making her voice higher. 'So we can -.'

'No, Melissa!' Eric said, trying to move again but finding himself at the edge of his bed. 

'Aw, c'mon Mr. C,' the pretty teen said, her free hand tapping his rib cage below the covers. 'I really want my first time to be amazing so if the corelation works then you're the perfect candidate - you're the oldest guy I know. No offense.'

'None taken,' Eric replied, rolling his eyes, the sentiment going a very small way to reducing his aching erection. 'But we can't.'

'But why not? I'm eighteen, we wouldn't be breaking any laws. Plus I think you're really hot.'

Eric's erection was immediately back to full strength. He wanted to protest some more, but he found that the words wouldn't come.

'Did you hear what I said, Mr. C?'

'I did.'

'Do you think I'm hot too? Or do you not think of me that way? Because it's cool if you don't.'

He paused. 'Of course, I do. How could I not, you're gorgeous.'

'Okay good, now I don't feel bad for watching you when you're cutting the grass in your backyard.'

Eric's head turned to look at her for the first time since she had climbed into his bed.

'I hope you don't mind,' she said.

'When have you watched me in the backyard?'

'When you cut your grass. I can see you from my bedroom window. You usually wear cargo shorts and no shirt.'

'I do. I didn't think anyone could see me.'

'I don't think they can, just lil' ol' me. Does that freak you out?'

'I guess not. I mean, it's a free country and people can look out of their windows if they want to.'

'Exactly. Plus you have really nice arms.' Melissa reached over and ran her finger down his sinewy bicep. Eric tensed up at her touch. 'And you have a really nice chest too.' Her finger moved up over his arm to his chest. 'I don't know if I should admit this, but I get a little turned on when I see you. If I'm in another part of the house when I hear your lawnmower start up I make an excuse to go to my room.'

'Melissa, I don't think we should be talking about this. I mean I'm -.'

'Old enough to be my dad? I know, but you're in great shape and really good-looking. Can I tell you a secret?'

'Haven't you shared enough?'

Melissa ignored his question. 'I've get myself off watching you.'

'What!'

'Get myself off - it means I touch myself and -,'

'Yes, I know what it means!'

'Oh cool,' she replied, smiling in the dark. 'I mean, I do it other times too, but I really like watching you when -,'

'Okay, that's it,' Eric said, sitting up in the bed but too late realizing that the movement revealed the fact that he was hard under the covers. He tried to adjust the sheet but Melissa sat up with him, the sheet no longer covering her firm breasts. She moved closer to him and Eric could feel his resolve weakening.

'Please, Mr. C? I really want my first time to be great and I think it would be with you. I mean, just watching you gets me really hot.' She pressed her face against his shoulder. 'When I watch you in the yard I get so turned on and when I know my parents aren't likely to walk into my room I sit at my desk and play with myself until I cum.'

'Fuck, Melissa,' Eric said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

'Does that mean we can?' she asked, whispering back, her lips brushing his shoulder.

'I don't know, I mean -.'

'If I know I'm definitely not going to be interrupted then I get naked to play with myself.'

Eric groaned, his head dropping forward.

'Are you imagining it? You don't have to, I'm naked now. I'll let you see me.' Before he could protest Melissa was crawling out from under the covers towards the foot of the bed, her lithe, slender body moving through the half-light until she was kneeling in front and slightly to one side of him. 'Google, lights on,' she said, and suddenly the room was bathed in artificial light from the sconces on the walls.

Eric lifted his head to look at her. Her brown hair fell around her slim shoulders, her breasts sitting pert and firm, her nipples hard, and as his gaze roamed over her body she lifted herself up onto her knees until he could see the smooth cleft between her thighs.

'Melissa I -.'

'Do you like how I look, Mr. C?'

'Of course, I do.'

'No one has ever seen me like this before,' she said, her voice finally showing a hint of the nervousness she now felt. 'No one has ever seen me naked, you're the first. And if you touch me, you'll be the first man to do that. And if you make love to me you'll be the first man to be inside me.'

And then Eric was reaching out, taking her hand and climbing up onto his knees in front of her, his erection only inches from the soft skin of her stomach, no longer caring that she might see how aroused he was. He leaned forward and kissed her lips, finding hers open and inviting. Melissa wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest and her stomach against his erection.

Their kiss broke and she looked down. 'This is the first penis I've ever seen,' she paused. 'That wasn't in a school book. Can I touch it?'

Eric nodded, his eyes following her's down, watching as her fingers encircled his hard shaft. 'It's so hard, and smooth.' She looked back up at him. 'You can touch me.'

For a moment he paused but then his hand lifted, taking her breast, his fingers moving over the underside, moving up until they were scissoring her nipple. Melissa gasped at his touch, watching his fingers teasing her stiff bud, and as his other hand moved to caress her other breast she instinctively gripped his shaft a little tighter.

'Did I hurt you?' she asked. Eric shook his head, his eyes still on her firm breasts, leaning forward to take them in his mouth in turn. Melissa's head dropped back and she pushed her chest forward gasping again as the older man sucked her nipples between his lips, shuddering at the sensation.

'Mr. C?' she whispered, looking back down, watching him suck on her nipples. 'Will you make love to me?'

'Not yet,' he whispered. He kissed her mouth again, his strong hands taking her shoulders and easing her over to the side, laying her onto the bed.

Melissa let him take control, allowing him to move her onto her back. She looked up at him, his arms at her shoulders, holding himself up as he allowed one more look at her pretty face before lowering his mouth to her nipples again. She sighed at the sensation which coursed through her like electricity and she reached again for his penis, but Eric was already moving down her body, over the thin flesh on her ribs to her flat teenage stomach. She froze, unsure what to do with her hands, aware that the older man was continuing to move lower, planting soft kisses on her skin as he went, and in that moment she didn't know what to do. At any moment he would reach his destination and she didn't know how to react. 

He was now at the very base of her stomach, only an inch from her vagina, and her body started to tremble. She knew he was about to touch her there and it frightened her and excited her in equal measure. And suddenly he was no longer there, no longer touching her.  She opened her eyes and saw Eric lift his mouth from her skin, moving down to the inside of her thigh, the sensation of his lips on the tender flesh making her tremble again. 

As Eric kissed the inside of Melissa's thigh he got the scent of her excitement and it made his erection flex. Starting to kiss his way up he looked and saw the tight cleft between her thighs and beyond it her stomach, rising and falling with each excited breath.
Reaching her vagina, Eric paused, taking in the musky scent of her.

'Mr. C -,' she whispered, looking down at him, and for a moment he thought she was going to ask him to stop, but she spoke again, her voice a little husky from excitement. 'Touch me.'

And then he was moving closer, his tongue reaching out, sliding up and over the soft folds hiding her entrance. Melissa's legs shook, the soft skin of her inner thighs trembling, and she gasped as she felt his tongue slide between her lips, tasting her, gently probing inside her. Eric couldn't help but think about how untouched she was, how his tongue was the first to slide inside her, to taste her wetness. He pushed further into her and he felt her knees bend either side of him, he slid his hands under her buttocks, lifting her to his mouth and she let him, allowed him to move her. He lapped just inside her opening and her hands held the back of his head as she panted.

'That feels amazing,' she whispered. 'Just ama -.' But her words were replaced with a throaty groan as Eric's tongue slipped from her cleft and up to her clitoris, wetting it before running up and down in slow deliberate strokes. Melissa panted and moaned with each of his movements.

With her eyes shut tight, her stomach trembled at his touch and she could feel her climax drawing closer, the sensation familiar and yet strange, only being used to her own touch, always knowing what would come next. But with him she didn't know how his tongue would move, some movements eliciting more pleasure than others, keeping her on the edge of orgasm without letting her go over the falls.

He seemed to know which of his motions was more pleasurable than others and he alternated, keeping her there like a marionette. Melissa gasped and moaned, her hips moving with him, her body bathed in pleasure but being denied the full release, and she was torn between wanting him to keep her there on the edge and needing him to finish her. She could feel liquid slipping down between her buttocks and she knew it was a mixture of both of them.

Suddenly he made the slightest adjustment with his tongue, pressing it firmly over her now ultra-sensitive clitoris, flicking it faster. Her body trembled and bucked as her orgasm tore through her and she cried out, gasping, holding his head in place, pressing him against her. Eric felt Melissa's legs clamp against his shoulders as she came and he lifted her buttocks, holding her in place as his tongue continued to lap over her clit, keeping her orgasm going.

Lost in the ecstasy of her climax Melissa's stomach muscles tightened and her head lifted up off the pillow before dropping back down with a gasp. She moved her hands to Eric's temples, lifting him away from her, now too sensitive. But instead of moving away, slipped his tongue back between her wet folds, licking inside her.

For several moments they lay like that, Melissa with her eyes closed, her breasts rising and falling, relishing the feel of her neighbor's tongue nestled between her velvet lips.

'Mr. C,' she whispered finally. 'I don't know what to say.'

'You don't have to say anything,' he replied, moving his mouth from between her legs. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, suddenly self-conscious about being naked and open in front of a man - in front of anyone - for the first time. Slowly Eric moved up the bed to lay beside her, unable to take his eyes off the pretty face and firm young body. Her skin was perfect, and her breasts firm and round.

She looked up at him. 'That was - indescribable,' she said, pushing strands of hair out of her face. 'I mean, I've had orgasms before when I've masturbated, but having you do it was so much better. It was like I didn't know what was coming next, what you were going to do next. Thank you.'

He smiled down at her. 'You're welcome. I'm glad it was good for you.' 

Melissa reached up and pulled his face to hers and kissed him. 'I want to make love to you,' she whispered in his ear as if it were a secret someone else might hear.

Eric's stomach flipped. Lying there all he wanted to do was make love to his beautiful teenage neighbor, but he was still torn.

Looking him in the eye she said, 'I know you're not sure if you should, but I want to. I want my first time making love to be as amazing as my first orgasm was, and I think it will be with you.'

Eric's answer was to smile and kiss her soft mouth, their tongues touching, and Melissa's heart began to pound harder at the realization that she was going to lose her virginity right there. Their kiss continued and she could taste herself on his mouth.

'What position do you think we should use?' she asked, her breath almost catching in her throat as the moment drew closer. She wanted this, she wanted him, but it was new; it was exciting but frightening at the same time. 'My friends said that sometimes its better for the girl to go on top for her first time because she can control the depth. What do you think?'

'That makes sense,' he replied softly. 'It might be painful so that way you can control it.'

Melissa nodded and watched as Eric moved onto his back. She looked at his hard body, tanned and weathered beside her, his penis lying back on his pelvis, hard, the head swollen.

'You have a really nice dick, Mr. C.,' she said lifting herself up until she was kneeling beside him. 'Would it be okay if I put it in my mouth?' Eric nodded, his eyes roaming over her from her face down to her legs.

With a slow deliberate movement, she reached out and took his erection between her fingers, like picking up a shell on the beach, watching intently as it flexed at her touch. Eric inhaled and watched as she bowed her head, her mouth opening.

She stopped, looking up at him. 'Tell me if I'm doing it right, okay?' she said, her eyes on his, her lips inches from his penis. He nodded. 'And if I'm not, tell me what to do.' And then she was lowering her head, taking the tip between her lips, until they covered the ridge. The sensation of having her mouth so full was strange to her, and the salt taste of his pre-cum was unusual but not unpleasant, like finding a French fry that had been resting in the salt on her plate. 

Eric groaned. It had been a long time since a woman had taken him in her mouth, and for a moment he worried he would cum right there, but the sensation passed and he watched as she held him in her mouth. As she became used to the feel of him Melissa recalled conversations from her friends - "Don't try to take it too deep." "It's called a blow job but suck, don't blow." - and she sucked gently, her cheeks forming hollows.

Eric groaned again and she lifted her eyes to look at him, his face intense as he watched her, her breasts hanging above his thigh, her mouth engulfing the head of his penis.

'Is that okay?' she asked, trying not to touch him with her teeth.

Eric nodded. 'Yeah, that's amazing.'

'Should I do anything else?'

'You could use your tongue.'

She nodded, sucking deeply again, feeling the underside of his cock with her wet tongue. Eric twitched at her touch and for a moment she thought he would cum. She knew that guys like to cum in a girl's mouth and that some girls liked it and some didn't. She wasn't sure if she would but she reasoned that it would have to be something you'd have to try to know.

But Eric didn't cum. Part of his brain wanted to, part of him wanted her to speed up her movements so that he let go in her mouth, but he didn't know that she would like that and he also wanted to be inside her. He tried to relax, controlling his breathing, watching as Melissa started to bob her head up and down on him, her free hand cupping his balls as her confidence grew. In the glow of the wall lights she could see his face bathed in sublime agony and she knew he was close. But this wasn't how she wanted it to end, she wanted him inside her, to take her. She lifted her mouth off him and licked her lips, still holding his stiff shaft.

'I want to ride you, Mr. C.'

'I want that too, Melissa.'

She smiled at him, releasing his cock and lifting one leg over him, straddling his waist.

'Melissa,' he said, stopping her with a hand on her thigh. She looked down at him, worried that he would ask her to get off. 'We need protection. I think I have condoms in my drawer.'

She paused, her eyes blinking rapidly for a second. 'It's okay, Mr. C, I'm on birth control.'

'You are?'

'Uh-huh,' she nodded. 'It helps with my period. So if you're good to go without a condom then I am. I've heard it feels better without.'

She paused, looking serious. 'But I would only do that with you, not if I was with a boy my own age.'

Eric didn't say anything.

'That's a compliment, Mr. C. It means I trust you not to have anything.' She smiled at him. 'Are you ready?'

He nodded, watching her lithe body as it perched over him, her smooth vagina almost touching the shaft of his cock as it lay back on him. Carefully Melissa took him in her hand again, lifting his erection until it was vertical, raising herself up at the same time. Eric reached up, taking her breasts in his hands, feeling their firmness. She sighed and smiled at his touch, closing her eyes as she positioned herself over his erection. She could feel the head at her liquescent opening and she paused, knowing that it would be painful. But then she felt Eric's hand on hers, gently moving his erection in circles, opening her lips, spreading his pre-cum on them and her wetness on the head of his cock. Allowing him to take control of his penis, Melissa concentrated on lowering herself, almost imperceptibly at first, down onto him.

She felt her lips begin to part around his head, stopping to allow herself to open around him. She stopped again.

'Are you okay?' he asked softly, watching her face, one hand now on her thigh - it trembled.

'It stings a little,' she said.

'We can stop if it hurts,' Eric replied.

'No, I want this. It's always going to hurt the first time. I'll be okay, I just need to go slow.' She looked down at him and he smiled gently.

She smiled back, moving her hips slightly, easing herself lower onto him, the pain increased for a moment but then it was gone and she felt him filling her, her excitement lubricating him as she went lower. And then he was inside her, the sensation, like having him in her mouth, alien but even more pleasurable than she had expected. 'Oh Mr. C, you're so deep inside me.' She opened her eyes to look at him. 'It feels amazing.'

'You feel amazing too, Melissa,' he said, looking up at her, his hands moving to cup her breasts. 'So hot and tight.'

She smiled cheekily. 'That's virgin pussy for ya,' she said, squeezing herself around him. Then she began to lift up off of him, and back down, moaning with every movement. 'I guess this is where I find out if I'm one of those girls who can orgasm from having a dick inside them.'

'I guess so,' Eric replied.

'If I'm not I guess I can always play with myself in this position.' She moved her hand between her splayed thighs, her finger finding her clit.

'As much as I would love to watch you do that,' Eric said, 'if you lean forward a little and grind against me you might not need to.'

Melissa opened her eyes and looked down at him. Eric released one of her breasts, placing his hand on her shoulder, moving her forward until the angle meant that her clitoris was pressing against him.

'Oh!' she said in surprise. 'I see what you mean. That is better, Mr. C.'

'Now grind against me. You can control the speed and pressure.'

Placing her hands on his chest Melissa began to move her hips, combining pressing her clit against him and sliding up and down his erection. Eric's hands played across her breasts, pinching at her nipples, pulling them, bringing pleasure across her body, inside and out. Melissa moaned, her movements increasing as she felt another orgasm building. She pressed harder against him, using one hand to hold herself in position while the other pressed Eric's hand harder against her breast.

'Ohhh, Mr. C, I can feel it,' she whispered. 'You're so hard inside me, I feel so wet. Mr. C, I really wanna cum again.'

'Cum for me Melissa,' he urged, watching as her body moved on him, a bead of perspiration appearing at her neck and running down between her breasts. She shuddered as the first wave of her orgasm started to build.

'Oh fuck, Mr. C,' she groaned, the first profanity he'd ever heard coming from his neighbor's teenage daughter making his cock flex inside her. And then she was cumming; for the second time that night, her body tensed as her orgasm built around her clitoris and her vagina. 'I'm gonna cum,' she said, as if talking to herself, coaxing her climax.

Melissa's body trembled as the waves washed over her and she moved as her climax dictated until she was spent, falling slowly forwards, her panting lips pressing against her neighbor's.
'That was even better than the first one,' she whispered into his mouth, feeling his hands move down to her tight buttocks. 'I think it must be your turn now.'

She lifted herself back up into a kneeling position. 'Mr. C, your dick feels amazing. You're so deep and hard.'

'Melissa, if you keep doing that it's going to make me cum.'

'That's the idea, Mr. C. I want you to, I want to feel you cum inside me.' She could see the concern on his face and she smiled wickedly. 'Unless you don't want me to make you cum? Unless you don't want to cum inside my tight little pussy. I want you to, I want you to be the first man to fill my little pussy.' She increased the lengths of her strokes on him. 'Cum for me, Mr. C,' she gushed, repeating him from moments before.

'I'm close Melissa.'

'Good, I want to feel it.'

'Don't stop, Melissa.'

'Are you ready to cum?'

He nodded.

'Tell me. Tell me you're gonna cum.'

For a moment he was silent. 'Melissa - I'm gonna cum.' His eyes on her face and breasts.

'Yes...' she whispered, watching his face as she felt his body tense, his hips pushing up, thrusting himself harder into her and she rode him as he exploded, filling her with his cum.

The pretty brunette watched as his body began to relax but she kept riding him, more slowly now until she fell forward onto him. 'You were amazing, Mr. C. Thank you.' She lay there his arms wrapped around her. 

The room was silent for several minutes and Eric was starting to drift off to sleep when he felt Melissa move, lifting herself to look down at him, her breasts still pressed against his chest.

'That was amazing Mr. C,' she said smiling down at him. 'Thank you for doing that for me.'

'You're welcome, Melissa,' he replied, blinking to clear his vision.

'Well, I'd better get going.' She rolled off him to sit on the side of the bed.

Eric looked over at her. 'Okay. You're welcome to sleep here if there's no room in the basement, or in the spare room.'

'Oh that's okay, Mr. C, I'll just head home and sleep in my bed.'

'And leave your friends here in my basement. Won't they be mad when they wake up?'

'Oh no, they all left an hour ago,' she replied reaching for her underwear before standing a bending to step into them. Eric sighed at the sight of her vagina between her slender thighs. She turned to look at him, her bra in her hand. 'I just said that because I thought that if I said I wanted to sleep with you right off the bat you'd have sent me away.'

Eric opened his mouth to speak but couldn't think of what to say.

Melissa shrugged as she dropped her bra onto the bed and slipped her dress over her head. 'I really wanted to lose my virginity to an older man before I went to college and I really wanted it to be you.'

'Why me?'

'Because you're hot and you're kind and I just figured that you'd be good at it. And I was right.' She smiled adjusting her dress and picking up her bra. 'Thanks again, Mr. C.' She leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek, before turning and walking out of his bedroom.