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“I told you no!” Ms. Kim, his neighbor, shouted at her teenage daughter. Cameron tried to recall if this was the third or fourth row the two had had this week. “You spend all night on that damn thing and then you’re like a zombie in the morning. I’m tired of getting calls from your teachers that you’re falling asleep in class! And your grades have gone to shit! Your phone is coming to work with me and you’ll get it back when I see some improvements.”

“But moooom! I need it! How am I supposed to talk to my friends?” That would be Miranda, or Mira, as her mother often called her.

“I don’t really care,” came mom’s quick retort. “We’ve got a landline, call them with that.”

“God, I hate you!” came Mira’s shrill cry. “You must want me to be a social outcast and a loser forever! If you’re not happy then no one else can be either, is that it? No wonder dad left you!”

“Oof,” Cameron muttered around his mouth of slightly chewy quiche, giving up on trying to finish the news story.

“Miranda Jennifer Stanton, that is enough!”

Silence.

“I can’t look at you right now. You can walk to school this morning.” A long pause. “Go!” The sound of stomping feet and a slamming door. From his vantage point at his small kitchen table he could see down the short hall into the living room and out the front window where a small female form passed in front his curtains and stalked to the sidewalk.

He gave a silent prayer of thanks to the gods of birth control that he didn’t have kids. He felt a bit guilty at overhearing the family drama but it’s not like he could help it. At the volume they were screaming at each other, he’d hear it anywhere in the house. Through the wall he thought he heard the sound of sobbing and a muffled, “fuck”.

Cameron had only lived in the duplex for about four months. It was on a quiet little dead-end street in a somewhat rural suburb about 30 minutes from the city. He was far from the nightlife but the way he saw it, his hard partying days were behind him. He was almost thirty afterall, and it was time to be thinking long-term. Since he worked from home almost exclusively, he wasn’t worried about the commute that still plagued many who had to drive downtown. Besides, the rent was decent.

When he moved in, he shared a few conversations with Ms. Kim but for the most part he minded his business and they minded theirs. As far as he knew, there was no Mr. Kim. At least he’d never seen a man coming and going. He’d had less interaction with the daughter, Miranda, than her mother. His home office was opposite her bedroom and he’d occasionally hear what sounded suspiciously like K-pop coming through the walls but he usually had his headphones on while he worked so that wasn’t much of an issue.

A little while later Cameron was walking back from taking out the trash when he saw Ms. Kim. She was sitting on a deck chair on her side of the porch that they shared. He’d walked by her on his way out without even noticing her. It wasn’t much of a porch, maybe only twelve feet by four feet, and divided by a single wooden railing, but it served its purpose. At this time of day the sun was low and the porch was still mostly in shadow. The sun was only just beginning to creep up the steps that led down into the small yard.

“Oh, uh… Good morning, Ms. Kim.” She was a short attractive asian woman, somewhere on the unhappy side of forty and going a bit soft around the middle. She was dressed in her nurse’s uniform that was starting to pull tight around her stomach and holding a mug of coffee like it was a life line. As he ascended the steps he could see her eyes were puffy from crying.

“Morning, Cameron.” She gave him a small smile, then looked past him, more staring at nothing rather than at the covered driveway that occupied the end of the property where their cars sat. Cameron’s car was a sensible blue VW Jetta, but Ms. Kim drove a silver Audi. Nursing must pay pretty damn good, he’d thought to himself more than once.

“Tough morning, eh?”

Her dark almond-shaped eyes, almost black in the cool shade of the morning, snapped back to him and her still-smooth features soured into a grimace. “I guess you heard all that.” she said, her voice tired. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright.” Cameron tried to reassure her. “Teenagers, right?”

She stood up and joined him at the railing, the smell of her coffee wafting towards his nose . “I don’t know what happened to my sweet little girl. Mira was never this stubborn or hateful when she was younger. She was the little kid that always tried to help the other kids when they were hurt or felt sad. Always the first with the hugs. When she was three she went through a phase where she would try to hug everyone she met. It didn’t matter where–on the street, in the store, at the doctor’s office. She’d just go up and try to hug people.” Ms. Kim’s mouth curled up into a sad smile as she remembered happier times.

“Ha,” Cameron said. “That sounds cute.”

“Yeah, she was. The cutest little thing you ever saw. Now I struggle not to smother her in her sleep.”

“That bad, eh?”

Her face twisted with regret. “I shouldn’t say that. The last year has just been hard. For both of us.”

Cameron nodded. “Can I ask what happened? With you and her dad and all that?”

“Nothing all that interesting, I’m afraid,” she confided. “He’s military. Army. I met him when I was younger and staying in Korea. I was born in South Carolina but my folks were from Korea. Left in the 70s ahead of some political turmoil. After college and while my parents were still healthy enough to travel, we spent half a year in Seoul visiting family. That’s when I met Mira’s dad. I was young, thin!” She poked at her softening midsection. “And he was tall, very handsome and those blue eyes of his... A man in uniform and all that.” She rolled her eyes and they both shared a chuckle.

“But he was stationed there at the big military base in Seoul and we stayed in touch when we returned to South Carolina. When he came back to the states I applied for a nursing job in Georgia where he’d been moved to, and we got married.”

Cameron took a moment to study her and try to peel back the years and about twenty pounds. She would have been a looker. She was still attractive, just in the older mom sort of way. She had just the barest hint of crows feet at the corner of each eye, which were so dark as to be almost black, with that Asian eye fold that whiteys like him tended to call exotic. Amy’s lips were full and had a pouty cast to them. He didn’t know if he’d call her exotic (was that racist? He wasn’t sure. She was just as American as he was, so probably.) but she looked good. If she dropped the extra weight, she could easily turn heads,, he thought. The nurse’s uniform she wore was rather shapeless but he’d seen her in jeans and a t-shirt and she wasn’t bad at all. She had well-rounded breasts, from what he remembered since the blue top was hiding every thing. Even with her little paunch an image went through his head of her little asian body bouncing on his cock. Cameron blinked and tried to focus back on her words.

“Between his deployments and my hours we started to grow apart. Then I found out he was having an affair and the pandemic hit and everything just came to a boil. We finalized the divorce last fall but we’d been living apart long before that.”

“Did Miranda take it hard?”

“Yeah. She loves her father a lot and I think she blames me for the marriage more than I deserve. I’m not perfect but I also wasn’t the one that started the affair. She wanted to stay with her dad but he’s still active duty and moves all over the world. His last email said he was in Germany. That’s no life for a kid.”

“No, definitely not.” Cameron agreed. “My cousin is an army brat and he’s all messed up. He’s due for another trip to rehab any time now.”

“Poor guy.” Ms. Kim said.

“Well, listen, Ms. Kim,” Cameron began. “If you need anything, or if I can help with something, just let me know. I grew up in a single-parent household so I know it’s hard.

She looked up at him and gave another tired smile. “Thanks, that means a lot. And call me Amy. I’m too old to be a Ms.”

“You got it, Amy.” Cameron gave her a smile and headed back inside to start work.

*******

Cameron let out a long exhale and set the kettlebell back on the ground. Fuck yeah, two hundred, he thought to himself. He glanced at his phone that was clipped to the fence and looked at the timer. Nine minutes and forty-three seconds. His forearms burned, he could feel a couple of new blisters on his hands, and his lower back was tight, but he’d done it. Two hundred kettlebell swings in ten minutes. He looked down triumphantly at the chalk-stained 24kg ball of iron sitting in the grass and grinned. As he paced around to catch his breath and mentally prepare for his squats, he saw a waifish figure on the deck of the duplex watching him.He wiped the sweat from his face with the towel hanging on the fence and squinted up at her.

“Hey, Miranda.”

“Hi, Mr. Daniels.” She waved awkwardly. Her long black-brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was wearing a small t-shirt that pulled a little tight around her teenage breasts and that left her perfectly flat navel exposed. She had on a small pair of red spandex shorts that hugged her burgeoning curves in a decidedly appealing way. In his mind he imagined her bent over as she slowly pulled them off, revealing her ass one inch at a time before her tight slit was bared. The image hit hard and he felt his cock twitch in his shorts. “Where the hell had that come from?” Cameron thought to himself. It must be because he’d been interrupted mid-workout. He was always a bit amped up after he got done. Some of the best sex he’d ever had with his ex was when they would come back from a run. Miranda did look damn sexy, though. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking that about a girl as young as her, but there it was. It had been awhile since he’d been out with anyone, as well. Blame the hormones, he thought. Young or not, he liked what he saw. She wasn’t very tall, maybe only 5’ 7” but being elevated on the porch and with those tiny shorts showing all the leg, she looked taller.

“That looks hard,” she called out.

“It’s not too bad,” Cameron said, still breathing a little heavy and trying unsuccessfully to drag his mind out of the horny jail gutter. “Did you need something?”

“Um…” she began, hesitantly. “I was wondering if I could use your computer or a laptop? My mom took my phone and she put a password on my laptop but I need to log into my school account and check some stuff for my homework. And print, if I can,” she added quickly. “I called my mom but she won’t give me the password.” Miranda made a face.

Cameron nodded. “Grounded, huh?”

“Yeah…” she trailed off. She frowned and twisted one of her shoeless feet on the porch. “I’m not allowed to use the computer unless she’s home. But I have a lot of work to do and if I wait until she’s home I’ll be up half the night trying to finish.”

Cameron thought about it for a moment. “You promise it’s just for school? I don’t want to get in trouble with your mom if she finds out you were doing stuff she doesn’t want you to do.”

“No no, I promise. Just school stuff.”

“Okay. Can it wait until I finish my workout?”

“Yeah, of course!” She gave me a big pearly white smile. “Take your time.”

Cameron squared up on his 36kg kettlebell, beginning to prepare for his squats and saw her sit down in the same deck chair her mother had used a few days prior. She picked up a book, a novel it looked like, and started reading it. But as Cameron worked through his squat sets he caught her staring more and more and he smiled to himself. He knew he was in good shape and it was nice to have it appreciated.

Now, instead of focusing purely on his form, he started to put on a bit of a show for her. Halfway through his squats, on the pretense of it being too hot, he took off his shirt. He felt the sun on his shoulders warming his skin and it did feel good, he had to admit. Between sets as he paced around, he started smiling at her more. As he continued his mind drifted to that meditative place it went to when he was deep in a workout and lost in the repetition. He often got solutions to work or life problems in situations like this. Some people called it a flow state.

Today, however, instead of puzzling through a particular coding problem or his lack of a dating life, he went more and more back to Miranda. Miranda and her biker shorts with that tight teen ass. Miranda and her smooth thighs on his ears as he tongued her teenage clit. Miranda with his cock between her soft pink lips, gazing up at him in adoration as he shot his load into her mouth. That last one almost made him lose his grip and the kettlebell came about three inches from slamming into his kneecap during an arm transition. Not good, he thought. Focus, god damn it. Lose focus with a moving kettlebell and you’d be in a world of pain.

He set his mind back on his task but his thoughts on Miranda keep churning in the background. Young girl, child of divorce, always fighting with mom, daddy issues… He’d never been in a situation like that before. However, seeing her lithe body sitting in that chair, skin exposed and bronzed and having given up on any pretense of studying, instead watching him hungrily, he knew he had to have her. By the time he finished, the beginnings of a plan had started to form in his head.

Workout done, he grabbed his stuff and started to head inside. Miranda stood up and greeted him with a big glass of ice water as he set the kettlebell down with a solid thunk on the wood of the porch by the backdoor.

“You, um… You look really hot– I mean you’re sweating a lot!”

Cameron grinned, but didn’t say anything.

“I, uh… I brought this for you,” she stammered before handing him the glass while her eyes took in the sweat running down his flat stomach.

“Thank you,” he said, smiling at her. He felt her eyes on his chest as he downed the water in one long pull. Handing her back the glass, he asked, “What are you reading?”

“Oh, it’s ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’. I have to read it for English.”

“I remember that book, I had to read it, too. It’s pretty good. A little depressing, though.”

She nodded. “I know, right! And those people were racist as fuck!” She caught herself. “I mean, they were um… really racist. And I’m pretty sure Boo Radley is some kind of psycho incel perv. Guy needs to touch grass.”

Cameron chuckled. “No, you’re right. They were racist as fuck. And Boo isn’t so bad. Keep reading.” He winked at her, and she gave him a relieved grin back, happy that he wasn’t going to say anything about her language. Her skin had a very light natural tan and in the sunlight it took on a golden. She had a splattering of freckles around her nose and cheekbones that he found adorable. Her eyes, more rounded than her mother’s given that she was only half Korean, were a soft amber brown. He noticed her teeth then.

“Hey, weren’t you wearing braces the last time I saw you?”

Her smile grew big enough to swallow her head. “I got them off two weeks ago! It feels soooo weird. I keep licking my teeth, like I can’t help it. But they’re so smooth and I can't stop! And I can finally eat popcorn again. What do you think?” She gave him another pearly white smile.

“I think you look beautiful,” he said, honestly. She had a narrow face that went down into a v-shaped jawline. Her lips were a soft pink and full. He could see bits of her mother in her face. Mostly around the eyes and her nose. He let his gaze move down to her neckline and admired the swell of her small breasts beneath her shirt.

She preened a little bit and looked down shyly but seemed to enjoy the attention. “Thanks.”

“Did you want to come in now?” He asked her, changing the subject.

“Is… that okay? Do you want to, I dunno, take a shower or something? You’re… ahem… very sweaty.”

“Nah, it’s alright. I’ve made you wait long enough. You can use my office while I’m in the shower, it’s no problem.”

Miranda bit her lip, stared at his bare chest again, then brought those honey eyes up to his. “That’d be great.”

“Come on in, then,” he told her.

She bounced down her side of the steps, around the railing, and then up his side. He walked in and sighed in blessed relief as the a/c-cooled air washed over him.

“My office is in the second bedroom. I’m guessing that’s your bedroom on your side of the house.” Cameron told her. She nodded agreement scanning his sparse but clean kitchen and followed him down the short hallway that led from the kitchen to the living room where the door to the second bedroom was located.

“Wow,” Miranda said appreciatively as she came in behind him and saw his set up. “What do you do, exactly?”

She took in the double monitors, mounted to the wall, the tower on the floor tricked out with flashing LEDs, the laptop situated off to the side, and the big gaming chair sitting in front of it all. The walls were decorated with some vintage movie posters and a large bean bag chair in a corner that he liked to collapse into when he was dealing with a particularly annoying problem.

“IT stuff, mostly. I work remotely, so this is my actual office.”

She was close to him and he could smell the floral scent of her shampoo. Her arms pimpled with gooseflesh and she rubbed them and laughed a little. Cameron could make out the slight protrusion of her nipples as they pressed against the little t-shirt. They small bumps weren’t very big and he could just make out the presence of a sports bra beneath. Pity. “A little cold in here after sitting outside in the heat,” she said. He caught her trying not to stare at his chest. She saw him catch her and she flushed again and looked away.

“Yeah, a bit. With all the electronics I keep this room extra cool.” He pointed up to the air vent in the ceiling which was open fully, pumping chill air into the small space.

“Which, um…Which computer should I use?”

Cameron pointed to the laptop on the left side of the desk. “That one should be fine to use. It’s just a Macbook I use if I have a client that uses their systems. It doesn’t have much stuff on it.”

“Oh,” she said cheerily. “That’s what I use at home. Can I print from it?”

“Yep,” Cameron said, and pointed to the printer on the small desk against the far wall. It’s all connected to the network so you shouldn’t have any trouble.”

Miranda looked at his shirtless chest again, then up into his face, “I’ll just… Get started then.”

“Cool. I’ll be in the shower. If something goes wrong, just hang tight and I’ll help you when I’m out.”

Miranda nodded. “Thanks, Mr. Daniels.”

Cameron stepped into the bathroom that was right next to his office and turned the shower on full blast. As it came up to temperature and steam started to fill the room, he kicked off his workout shorts and briefs and stared at himself in the mirror. He flexed a little and enjoyed the definition his muscles were showing. The gym bros said you couldn’t get size and definition with kettlebells but they were wrong. He’d never been stronger in his life. One positive of the pandemic is it got him out of the gym and all the bullshit there. His kettlebells were cheaper than a three-month membership to the gym and he could use the same ones for months without needing any new equipment. And he couldn’t argue with the results.

His mind then turned to the girl in his office, sitting there in her little white t-shirt and red shorts, just a few feet away. Thoughts of what he would like to do to that tight little body raced through his mind. Thoughts of how he could make her moan and quiver. He felt his cock start to stiffen and he checked that his bathroom door was strategically open a few inches. With an anticipatory grin, he stepped in to get cleaned up.

Twenty minutes later he emerged out of the bathroom, clean and freshly shaven, wearing only a towel around his waist. He thought the door had been opened just slightly more than he’d left it, but he couldn’t be sure. Not yet, anyway. As he went down the hall to check the office he saw Miranda sitting on the sofa holding a few pieces of paper that she’d printed out. Her eyes took in his nearly naked form and went wide. They lingered for a moment on his crotch where he knew his cock bulge was just visible. He’d checked before stepping out.

Pretending not to notice or care, he said, “Hey, did you find everything okay?”

Her soft brown eyes slowly pulled up from his crotch and she struggled to meet his eyes, her cheeks flaming red. “Ye– Yeah. No problem.” Her voice was a little quiet.

“Awesome. Well, I need to get dressed and then head to a lunch meeting.” He gestured to his bare chest and towel.

“Okay,” Miranda stood up and was looking anywhere but at his crotch. “Thanks for the help. You saved me a ton of time.”

“Yeah, no problem.” He reassured her. “If you need to use the laptop again, just let me know. For school stuff only, though.” He added with a wink.

“Okay, thanks.” She pushed a loose bit of hair back behind her ear and gave him an awkward smile. He could see her trying not to stare at his crotch and it made him want her even more. Mira got up and headed for the door. As she opened it, he said once more, “You really do look good without your braces. Very grown up.”

Miranda looked back one more time at him and gave him a genuine smile. “You really think so?”

“For sure. If I saw you at a coffee shop or something and didn’t know you, I’d think you were close enough to my age that I might ask you out.”

She giggled a little bit. “Oh my god! Thanks, Mr. Daniels!”

“Call me Cameron. Mr. Daniels makes it sound like you’re talking to my dad.”

She nodded her head. “Okay. Thanks, Cameron.

After she had gone and Cameron had dressed, he sat down at his computer. The main one, not the laptop. He pulled up the app that controlled the home security cameras he’d had installed. There were only two inside, one in the living room that caught part of the couch, the front door, and the door to his home office, and one in the kitchen that caught the back entrance. The other two were doorbell cameras on the front and back doors. He’d worked out a deal with the landlord because he had a lot of expensive hardware in the apartment and wanted a bit of extra protection besides the deadbolt. The landlord agreed readily enough, saying he might be able to lower the property insurance payments if Cameron had the system installed and gave him the go-ahead as long as it was done by a professional. They were small cameras, tucked securely into the corner of each room to give a full field of view and white to match the paint. If you didn’t know they were there, they were almost unnoticeable.

He scrolled back about a half hour and stopped when he saw himself and Miranda come into the room. They both emerged from the short hall on the left side of the screen and then went into the door of his office. A couple of minutes later Cameron saw himself come back out and go to the bathroom just a couple of feet back up the hallway. Through the open door he could just make out Miranda’s form sitting in the chair and turning on the laptop. It took her only a few minutes to log into her school’s site and pull up the info that she needed. She got up, grabbed the print outs, shut the computer down, and then emerged back into the living room. He watched as she looked around and saw when she noticed the bathroom door slightly ajar. She looked at the couch, then back at the door and it was obvious she was trying to make a decision. Then she walked almost on tip-toe to the bathroom door which was just barely visible at the left side of the frame. He saw her lean in from the far side and could just detect the slightest movement of the door as she nudged it open a few more inches. She lingered for a good two minutes and he hoped she was enjoying the show.

Cameron had set his phone to play some music while showering to give her cover if she was worried about any noise and spent an extra long time lathering up his short brown hair in hopes that she would be tempted to watch a little longer and it looked like it had paid off. She’d taken the bait.

She jumped suddenly and backed away from the door and then sat on the couch where she began trying to look casual while thumbing through one of his coffee table books. He stopped the playback there. This was very promising.

*****

Cameron swore into his headset as his character was sniped. Again.

“Dude, did you die?” a guy whom Cameron only knew as ChickenLov3r asked through the headphones.

“Yeah,” Cameron–or as was known in the game, Harambe4Prez–replied, his voice tight with frustration. “It’s that same guy. He’s taken me out four times this match.”

“Guy is probably hacking.” ChickenLov3r said. “Saw some people in game chat saying the same thing. Can report him after the game.”

“Fucker,” Cameron muttered. “15 seconds on the respawn then I’ll join you at the checkpoint.” Just then his phone buzzed. It was his neighbor, Ms. Kim. He saw the time. 11:43pm. This can’t be good.

“Hey, gimme a minute I got a call.” He told Chicken.

“Nonono! Aw shit! No worries, I’m dead anyway,” came the reply.

He muted his headset and slipped it off of his ears, swiping the phone open with his other hand. “Hey, Amy, what’s up? Is everything okay?” They’d swapped numbers the week before after a little more conversation. Just in case.

“Hi, Cameron, I’m sorry did I wake you up?” her voice sounded strained.

“No, not at all. What do you need?”

“Oh, good.” Some of the stress left her voice in a huff. “I’m sorry to call so late but one of my nurses came down with something mid-shift and had to go home. I’m going to be stuck at the hospital for another couple of hours at least until we can get someone in to cover the shift. I tried to call Mira but she’s not answering the landline. I’ve called four times but she’s not picking up. I’m freaking out a little bit and I was wondering if you could go over and check on her.”

“Yeah, of course.” He told her, trying to ease her panic. “We’re neighbors, right? I’d be happy to check.”

“Thank you so much! If she doesn’t answer the door and it’s locked we have a spare key in one of those fake rocks under the back porch. You can use it to get in.

“Of course,” he said. “I’ll go right now.”

“Thanks! You’re a lifesaver.”

Cameron jumped back on the game and told ChickenLov3r that he’d be back in a bit, to go ahead and play without him and he’d rejoin the lobby when he got back. After logging off, he left the office and went out his front door, walking the few yards over to the neighbor’s door. He peered in through the oval of frosted glass but it was mostly dark. The living room, bathroom, and kitchen lights were all off. He did see a small wedge of soft light coming through what was Mira’s room. He knocked and waited. Nothing. He tried the door and it was locked, so he rang the bell and waited again. Still nothing.

He jogged around to the back of the house and poked around the ground on their side of the porch until he found the fake rock. With a quick twist he popped it open and pulled out the key nestled inside, then went up the steps and unlocked the back door. It slid open silently and he was in.

One of the first things he noticed was the smell. The cabinetry and appliances were all the same. Their fridge had a lot more pictures and lists tacked to it than his did and their counters more cluttered, but not dirty. Just full. But the smell stood out. There was a spiciness in the air that he couldn’t quite place. Maybe she cooks a lot of Korean food, Cameron thought to himself. He heard the sound of the air conditioning blowing through the vents but otherwise the house was silent.

He saw slippers and shoes placed neatly beside the door and remembered that a lot of Asian people take their shoes off when entering a house. Not wanting to be rude, he slipped his sneakers off as well, leaving them beside the door.

“Miranda? You home? It’s Cameron, from next door.” His voice carried in the quiet house and echoed off the walls. He moved down the hall towards that pale light coming from the small opening in Mira’s bedroom door. The only other light was the glow of the street lamps coming in through where the curtains on the front room window were parted.

As he got to the door a peculiar smell hit his nose. It had been a few months but it was definitely a smell he recognized. It smelled like sex. His pulse picked up a little. Slowly he moved the door the rest of the way open and took in the sight before him. Mira was sprawled on her bed, passed out. One leg was over the covers and the other partially under her black comforter. She had on an old band t-shirt from 311 that looked very worn, sporting several small wholes where her skin peeked through and was big enough to be a nighty on her small frame. Cameron guessed it must have belonged to her dad at one point. It was currently bunched up around her waist and… She wasn’t wearing panties. Cameron stared for a bit, enjoying the view. Just next to Mira’s sleeping form was a small dildo, maybe five or six inches long and molded like a real cock.

As for Mira herself, her head was off to one side and a small snore could be heard with each deep breath. She was wearing some expensive set of noise-canceling headphones and he could see the lights flashing on a small bluetooth radio. According to the open CD case next to it, it was actually playing an old Dave Matthews Band CD. Cameron had vague memories of hearing them when he was in elementary school but they were before his time. Next to the radio he could see a mostly empty glass with a dark red-purple liquid in the bottom. He picked it up and sniffed. Definitely not grape juice. The end of her bed held a rather thick chemistry textbook and some papers with chemical equations scribbled on them. He recognized a few of them but most of it was gibberish to him. Chemistry hadn’t been his subject in high school. Still, it looked difficult, so whatever her faults, Mira wasn’t stupid..

His eyes were drawn back to her obviously well-fucked pussy. She had a small mound of short black pubic hair and even in the soft glow of her bedside lamp, he could see the gloss of her dried juices. One hand rested just where her leg joined her hip in that little groove that ran down the inside of her leg while the other was flung up behind her head. From the looks of things it seemed like she’d gotten stressed out on homework, snuck some of mom’s wine, and decided to relieve some of that stress. Given that her mom was supposed to be home soon, he suspected Miranda hadn’t intended to pass out. But what to do now? Wake her up?

No, he wouldn’t wake her up, he decided. Not only would it scare the ever-loving shit out of her, she would probably die of embarrassment and it might spoil the plans he was forming. Instead, he plucked the dildo off the side of the bed and placed it in the top drawer of her dresser. Then he gently pulled the covers up over her exposed pussy, grabbed the wine glass off the nightstand and went to the kitchen to wash it. He then saw where Mira had gotten the wine. There was a small wine rack on the counter that could hold five bottles, three of them occupied, two having already been open. She’d had the foresight to put the wine bottle back in place, at least. With the evidence cleaned and put back into their cabinet, he slipped his shoes back on and called Amy just as he was stepping back outside, remembering to lock the door behind him.

“Hey, she’s fine.” Cameron told her, once she picked up. “She passed out with headphones on while doing some homework.”

“Oh, thank god!” Amy said. “I was so worried.”

“I didn’t wake her,” Cameron told her. “Once I saw that she was okay, I came right back out. The door’s locked behind me.”

“Thank you so much, Cameron. I owe you. I’m sorry again that I called so late.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I’m happy I could help.”

“I’ll find some way to make it up to you. Do you like Korean food?” she asked.

“Haven’t eaten it much, to be honest.”

“Well, I'll make you something,” she said, a note of finality in her voice.

Cameron laughed as he walked back into his side of the duplex. In his head, he thought to himself, ‘well, what I really want to do is cum on your daughter’s sweet little face’. Instead, he said “That’d be great. Good luck with the rest of your shift.”

*****

Two days later, right as Cameron was starting to cook his dinner, there was a knock at his back door. He looked up and saw Miranda standing there in the fading sunlight. Flipping off the burner, he walked over and unlocked the door. She stood there in some old jean shorts and a Billie Eilish t-shirt and looked like she’d rather run to the hills than stand there and talk to him. She was very tense.

“Hey, Miranda. Is everything okay?”

Hi, Mr. Dan– I mean, Cameron.” She fidgeted. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure, come in. I’m just making dinner.”

She came in, slipping her shoes off without even thinking about it, and she was all awkward glances and no direct eye contact. Cameron pulled out a chair for her and he sat down on the opposite side. As she made herself as comfortable as she could in the plain wooden chair his mind once again flashed back to her exposed and satisfied pussy, still damp from her exertions. Truth be told, he’d had trouble thinking about anything else.

“So what did you need to talk about? Did you need to use the computer again?” He secretly loved watching the play of emotions over her face.

After several seconds of her waging whatever private battle was going on in her head, she blurted out, “Did you see me the other night?”

“You mean when I…” He let it trail off.

She cringed and then everything came out in a rush. “My mom woke me up when she came home and she was a little annoyed. She said she’d had to call you to come check on me when I didn’t answer the phone and that you’d come over. But the wine glass was gone and my—” She cut off and he could see the red flare creep up her neck turning her ears a violent shade of red. “My… thing was in my drawer.”

“Ah, that.” Cameron said, pretending rather well, he thought, that he was surprised by her line of questioning. “Yeah, I saw.”

“Dude, that is seriously fucked up!” she almost yelled. “How could you just come into my room like that? And how could you touch my… my…” She devolved into inarticulate anger, frantic hand gestures, and embarrassment.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Cameron said, his hands up. “Hold on there, Mira. Would you rather your mom found you drunk and half naked with a rubber cock in your bed?”

“Well… No! But you saw… me!” Her hands gesticulated around her body. “Naked!”

“Look.” He said, trying to sound matter-of-fact. “Your mom said she called you like four times, you didn’t answer, and she was freaking out. I knocked on the door, I rang the bell, I knocked at the back, I called out for you when I came in… What else could I have done? I had permission from your mother to enter and there was no way I could have known that you’d passed out after having a little happy fun time.”

“Oh my gooood!” she whined, anger turning to mortification, and she put her head down on the table, face in her hands. “This is so embarrassing!”

“I knew if I woke you up there would be screaming and you’d think I was there to rape and murder you, or whatever. I also knew that you wouldn’t want your mother to find you like that. Better she think you just fell asleep after doing your homework.”

She groaned into her hands.

“Look, it’s alright.” He tried to reassure her. “We all do it. Your mom probably has her own in her room, too.

“Not likely,” came Mira’s muffled voice. “That woman’s so uptight you couldn’t pull a needle out of her ass with a tractor.”

That crack got a legitimate chuckle out of him. “I’m not going to say anything to your mom, your secret is safe with me.”

Miranda didn’t move, maybe afraid to look him in the eye. “You want a drink?” Cameron asked, shifting gears. “I don’t have wine but I could make you a rum and coke.”

That got her attention. One eye peaked up. “What? You’re offering a minor alcohol now?”

He grunted. “I’m not offering to get you drunk, I’m offering you something to take the edge off. One glass, not even that strong. It will help you calm down a little. Your mom’s at work, right?”

Miranda sat up slowly, perhaps coming to terms that maybe she didn’t need to feel so bad. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I figured you wouldn’t be over here talking about your dildo if she was in the living room watching Netfilx or something. What time is she due home?”

“Eleven, I think.” She looked contemplative.

“Hours yet,” he said.

Cameron arched her eyebrow at her, waiting for her to make up her mind.

“Okay,” she said finally.

“Besides,” he began as he got up to make her drink. “You’re almost out of high school, right? Won’t you graduate this year?”

“Ugh! No.” she said, audible frustration in her voice. But he could see her relaxing a little bit. “Not for two more years.”

Cameron made a show of stopping midway through, his hand still on the cap to his bottle of rum. He knew from talking with her mother exactly how old she was. “Two years? Wait so that makes you…” he trailed off, pretending to think.

“Old enough for one drink!” Miranda cut in, not wanting to lose the opportunity. “Anyway, I read that in like France and Italy people my age drink wine all the time. Rum’s not that much different. Right?” She got up from the table and walked up to the counter opposite him. He could see her trying out her cute teen pouty face.

Cameron let her stew for a minute, then “reluctantly” conceded. “I am one quarter Italian on my mother’s side…” he said, as if thinking it over.

She grinned, reveling in her perceived victory.

“Okay, okay,” Cameron said. “One drink. But that’s it. You go home and sick up in your bathroom and your mom finds out, the gig is up. I’ll deny all knowledge and confess that I saw you drinking the wine when I was there and hadn’t told her because I didn’t want to cause any trouble. I will totally throw you under the bus.”

“No no,” Miranda said, with a touch of mock solemnity in her voice and stood up straight. “Scouts honor. Won’t sick up, Mr. Cameron, sir!” She placed her hand over her heart while saluting with her other hand.

Cameron laughed at her awkward salute and went over to his fridge to get out a can of Coke. With his back turned to her he added an extra shot’s worth of rum to the glass and skimped a little on the coke. He knew it was strong but he was counting on her willful determination to power through, even if it wouldn’t taste that good. He poured himself one as well, more to his taste, and joined her back at the counter. Condensation was already forming on the glass as he passed it over.

“One rum and coke, for the young lady old enough to drink in Italy.”

“Thank you, sir.” She gave a little mock curtsey. Taking it from his hand, she sniffed it and he watched a slight widening of her eyes as the strong scent of the rum fizzled up through the coke and went into her nostrils. She let out a little cough.

“Too strong?” he said, quickly. “I only put in about a half shot. Here, let me water it down a little. I’ll get a bigger glass and add more coke.”

“No, it’s fine!” her voice came out in a rush. “I’ve just… I’ve never had rum before. I’ve only snuck some of my mom’s wine a few times.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” She nodded her head. “Should we toast or something? That’s a thing people do, right?”

“Sure,” Cameron said. He held up his glass. “A toast. To dildos and orgasms!”

Miranda snorted and started laughing. “Oh my god, gross!” But she grinned and that red hue crept up her neck and cheeks again. She pointedly did not look at him.

Cameron clinked his glass to hers and gave her a wink.

He took a sip of his drink and watched her as she brought it to her soft pink lips. Once it hit her throat she immediately coughed and sucked in a breath.

“Ah, see, I told you, too strong.” Cameron moved to take the glass from her.

“No, I got it,” she assured him, her voice tight as she pulled the glass closer to shield it from him. “Just wasn’t expecting it. Really, it’s fine.” She took another drink to prove her point, and only coughed a little this time.

Cameron let her finish her second sip and then reached into his cabinet and grabbed a bag of tortilla chips. Definitely not keto, but if this didn’t count as a special occasion, nothing did. “Here, snack on this. The salty flavor helps.

“Thanks,” Mira squeaked, trying her best to look cool. “It’s actually pretty good.”

“Yeah, rum is nice. It’s got a very mellow flavor. I never liked whiskey, so this is a good substitute.” They snacked together in silence for a moment.

“You’re really cool, Mr. Daniels,” she said after a moment.

“Cameron,” he corrected.

“Cameron,” she repeated back. “When my mom woke me up the other night I was freaking out. I didn’t mean to pass out like that, but I got so sleepy after I…” her voice trailed off and that tinge returned to her ears. “Anyway, after. And I thought she saw everything. But the wine glass was gone and my–” She halted again, too embarrassed to say the word.

“Your dildo,” Cameron supplied.

“Yeah,” she said quickly. “It wasn’t in my bed. I panicked after she went to the bathroom to shower and tossed the blankets, looked under the bed, everywhere. I thought you’d stolen it, that you were some kind of perv. I was really freaking out. But the next morning I found it when I was getting ready for school.” She took another sip, this one going down more easily.

“How did you get that thing, anyway?” Cameron inquired, munching on another chip.

“Wasn’t hard. I have my own bank account. My mom puts money in there for me and my dad does, too. Just ordered it from Amazon when I knew my mom wouldn’t be home to get the mail. She has her schedule two weeks in advance, so it was a piece of cake.”

Cameron grabbed the chips and his drink and invited Mira to join him on the sofa. He sat on one side and her on the other, with the middle cushion empty between them. She folded her legs up and sat cross legged facing him and it took real effort not to stare at the soft, slightly-tanned skin of her inner thighs as her shorts rode up.

The conversation was mostly casual stuff. She talked about her work at school, her trouble sometimes fitting in being one of the only Asians in a nearly all-white school, and the fights with her mom. Cameron complimented her several times, telling her she was handling the stress of the divorce and their move afterward very well. That she was very mature for her age. She lapped it up. Before the glass was even finished he could see a slight sheen to her eyes. She was giggling a lot more as well. He asked her about boys and she said she had kinda sorta dated a couple of guys at her school but it hadn’t gone anywhere.

“So your only real experience is with the toy?” he asked, choosing then to start steering the conversation where he wanted it to go.

“Yep, only artificial dick for me.” She laughed at her own joke. “This girl I follow on tiktok was doing some reviews of her favorites so I decided to get one myself. Why wait, right?”

“Absolutely,” Cameron agreed. “It’s a little harder for guys. There are things like fleshlights but they require a lot of maintenance. I just do it the old fashioned way.”

Cameron watched her eyes travel down his chest to his crotch. He wasn’t sitting cross legged against the sofa’s armrest like she was, his legs were much too long, but his left leg was cocked up on the cushion and he was leaning into it so he could face her. He was wearing a loose-fitting pair of basketball shorts and they had flowed seamlessly around his legs as he sat down. He was wearing boxer briefs but the more he stared at that spot between her legs, the more his cock had swollen. Now that she was looking, he was pretty sure it was clearly visible through the fabric.

“Mira,” he said after her gaze stayed locked on his crotch for a few seconds. He put a serious note in his tone. She pulled her eyes away and blushed although it was a little less noticeable now thanks to the flush in her cheeks the alcohol had given her. “Since we’re becoming friends–” He paused. “I think we’re becoming friends, right? She nodded. Cameron continued. “Well, since we’re becoming friends and being honest and everything,” he locked his gaze on her. “I know you spied on me in the shower the week before last.”

Mira’s mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide. “I–” but she couldn’t finish the sentence. The girl could not keep a poker face to save her life, he thought. Silently, he pointed above and behind him, where the small security camera was nestled into the corner of the living room. She broke her eyes away from him and looked up, saw the little white oval then looked back at him, fear all over her face.

“I get alerts sent to my phone whenever there’s activity. It highlights the section for review. It showed me when you came out of my office and stood at the bathroom door.”

This was only half correct. While it would alert him to new activity, it was only set to do that if he left the house. The app on his phone was connected to the security system wirelessly and would see when he went out of range, thus activating the alert function. But Miranda didn’t know that.

“I’m sorry!” She said, finally. He actually respected her for not trying to weasel out of it. “I saw that the door was open and I was just curious. I’m really really sorry, Mr. Daniels.”

“Cameron,” he corrected her again.

“I’m so sorry, Cameron.”

Cameron smiled at her, which seemed to throw her for a second. “I guess that just means we’re even. You saw me by accident, I saw you.”

He could see the gears turning in her head, coming to the realization that she was not going to be yelled at or shamed. Her eyebrows went up a little.

“Yeah, I guess so.” She downed the rest of the rum and coke in a single shot. “Fuck, you scared me. I thought you were going to freak out.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” he chuckled. “It’s my fault for leaving the door open. Old habit. The bathroom vent doesn’t pull the steam out very well so I usually leave it open. I live alone so no one to see anyway.”

“You’re really not mad?”

“Nope,” he said. “But I did wonder…”

“What?”

“Did you… Like watching? Because in the video you watched for a while. Almost two minutes.”

Mira’s head went down and she fidgeted with her hands between her legs. After a few seconds, he heard a quiet, “Yeah… I’ve never seen a real–” her voice broke off. Then her eyes slowly came up and met his. “I’ve never seen a guy naked before.

Both Cameron’s eyebrows went up. “You’ve never watched porn?”

“No, I mean I have, but like not a real guy. I’ve never seen a real…” Another pause. “Cock. I’ve never seen a guy’s cock before.”

“Not sure how I compare to porn stars,” Cameron winced. “Maybe I should be embarrassed, too.”

“No no, yours is great! Bigger than my toy, even!” Then she realized what she said and she groaned again. “Oh god!” And she buried her face in her hands. “Just kill me now.” She folded herself up and looked like she was trying to sink into the sofa. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

“Hey, no, thanks for the compliment,” Cameron said with a smile. “I’m glad you liked your first ever real cock.”

Mira barked a laugh and it ended with a loud burp. This made her laugh more and they both descended into giggles.

“Can I tell you something,” Cameron asked her.

Through big breaths as she calmed down, she nodded.

“I like that you saw me. Sure, it was an accident but you’re an amazing young woman and I’m glad that we share that between us.”

Her rum-clouded thoughts processed this and he watched her face move through a series of emotions. It looked like both elation and some sadness, then excitement.

Her voice timid, she said “You really think I’m amazing?”

“I do. I know you and your mom have mini wars over there, but she and I have talked a little and she told me what you’ve all been through. I think you’ve been incredibly strong. I’m not sure if I could have handled it so well at your age.”

Cameron had a momentary thought go through his mind that wondered if he should feel bad about how easily the lie came to his lips, but it was gone almost as quickly. Miranda was in the palm of his hand. He couldn’t have planned this any better. His cock was so hard it was aching.

“That means a lot, Mr. Dan– Cameron. Really.”

“If you were a little older, we could…” He let the sentence trail off.

Her face perked up a moment then he saw her frown and fidget. “Yeah…”

“I like you a lot but you’re too young.”

“Yeah, but… You did say I was mature for my age,” Mira said, slowly. “And I am!” she added, quickly. “Even my friends say so.” Her voice had a bit of the plaintive quality to it when she was trying to talk him into making her the drink.

Also, he could hear the eagerness. She was desperate for validation and acceptance. Would that all girls had daddy issues, he thought to himself.

“Tell me something,” he said to her after a long pause. She nodded, her glossy eyes wide, her face open. “Did you think about me when you were using your toy the other night?”

Her eyes went down to her hands again and she mumbled a non-committal, “I dunno.”

“Mira,” he said, a note of mild rebuke in his voice. “We’re being honest, aren’t we? You want me to believe that you’re mature for your age, remember?”

She huffed, then brought her face back up. “Yeees.” Her voice definitely had a sulk in it. “Okay, yes! I was thinking about when I saw you in the shower.” She wouldn’t meet his gaze.

“That’s very sexy,” he told her. Even though she still wouldn’t look directly at him, she smiled.

“That night, when I got home, I masturbated, too. And I was thinking about you.” She finally brought her face back to his.

“Really?”

“It was probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Cameron told her. “You looked gorgeous.”

Miranda sat up a little straighter and drew her shoulders back, a tentative smile on her lips. “Really?”

“I swear,” he said. Time to push the advantage.

“Mira, would you like to see my cock again?”

Her eyes immediately went to his crotch and there was no mistaking the look of hunger on her face. She bit her lip, looked towards the darkness behind his curtains, then looked back at him before slowly nodding.

“Ye– Yes.”

“You have to tell me,” Cameron said with a note of authority in his voice.

Miranda swallowed and he could see her hands shaking between her legs. With her eyes locked on his crotch, she said in a near whisper, “I want to see your cock again.”

“If I show you, you tell no one. No friends, nothing on social media, nothing.”

Miranda shook her head. “Of course not.”

“I mean it. I’m trusting you here. You said you were mature enough to handle this and part of that means keeping it a secret.”

“I promise,” she said, seriously.

Cameron’s heart was pounding and he could feel every beat in his cock. It was hot against his leg and he already knew he had a damp spot. He wanted to grab her, rip her shorts off, bend her over, and fuck her into next week, but she was a live wire right now. A wrong move would send this whole thing crashing down. Play it cool, he repeated. Be cool, honey bunny.

Without another word, Cameron stood up. Mira’s eyes tracked him and grew wide and she took some deep shuddering breaths. She watched his fingers slip behind the elastic waistband of his shorts and her breath caught in her throat. With a deliberate slowness he began to move his shorts down. It bulged out noticeably when it got to his iron-hard erection and he pulled the waistband out, giving it room to spring free, which it did with a sharp swing upward. Just a couple of feet away, Miranda jumped with a little yelp in surprise. He looked down at his pulsing shaft, just a bit under seven inches with a nice thickness, and then at her. She only had eyes for his hairless cock. The soft light from the end table lamps glistened off his cock head, slick with precum.

He sat back down on the sofa, the blanket that he had over the cushions tickling his bare ass rather pleasantly.

“Mira,” Cameron said, trying to get her attention. She looked up at him, eyes wide, but didn’t say a word. He could only guess at what was going through her mind. “This is your first time so we’re going to go very slow, okay?”

There was a look of panic on her face and something broke through the shock. “I… I don’t think I can have s– sex with you, Cameron. I’m sorry but I–” He cut her off with a gentle smile.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m not going to touch you and you’re not going to touch me. We’re just looking. She visibly relaxed. Play it cool, he repeated again in his mind. Everything’s cool, honey bunny.

“I’m going to stroke my cock for you and I’m going to cum for you. But I want you to do something for me in return.”

She went from excited to a little nervous in a flash. “What?”

“I want you to touch yourself, too. We’ll do it together.”

“You want me to… To take my shorts off?”

He shook his head. “Only if you want to, but I want us to do this together. You can watch me cum, but I want to watch you cum, too.”

She thought on that awhile, her freckled half-asian face a study in nerves and excitement. Finally, she reached a decision. “I’ll take my shorts off but is it okay if I leave my panties on?” Her voice was hesitant.

“That’s fine.” Cameron assured her. Totally fine. Slow and steady wins the race. “I’ll stay on my side of the sofa, you stay on your side.”

This made her feel better, and she uncrossed her legs, then stood up. With a snap and a zip, her shorts were open and they slid smoothly to the ground at her feet. She looked shyly at him as she turned back to face him. Her Billie Eilish t-shirt was long enough to go down to just past her crotch and it concealed whatever panties she was wearing.

“Can you show me your panties?” he asked her gently.

She gave a half nod. “Okay.” With her right hand she grabbed the front of her t-shirt in a fist and brought it up to her navel. Her panties were purple with a bit of lace around the elastic waistband and even in the low light he could see a dark wet patch on the front. She was incredibly aroused and it made his dick pulse. She noticed.

“You can sit, if you want, Mira.” She returned to her spot against the sofa’s armrest but this time she didn’t cross her legs. She stretched one long leg out along the back of the sofa and her foot rested just behind his knee. Her skin felt cool on his. Her other leg was bent, foot resting on the floor.

“I’ll start,” he told her. He brought his hand to his cock and cupped his balls, letting her see them fill his hand. She watched entranced as he massaged them for a moment, then he brought his hand up to the base of his cock and gave it a squeeze.

“I want you to touch your pussy, too Mira.” Not looking away from his cock, her right hand came between her legs and slipped beneath her panties. He saw her shudder as her fingers settled in place and began to slowly rub.

“Good girl,” he said to her. “You are so sexy, baby.”

Her chest heaved and her breath caught in her thought as her fingers found a spot she liked. Cameron rewarded her with some slow strokes of his cock. The precum was a long thin line down to the cover. He was already so turned on that it would only take a few strokes before he exploded but he had to make this last. It was an endurance trial that put two hundred kettlebell swings to shame.

Miranda watched his hand stroking up his shaft like it had hypnotized her and she began to whimper as her fingers picked up speed.

“Good girl, Miranda. Look at my cock. You like it, don’t you?”

Her head went back for a moment as her body began to shudder. There was a distinct wet sound coming from her panties as her fingers began to move in and out.

“Look at me, Miranda. Say ‘Yes, sir I like your cock.’” that note of command in his voice. Her head came back down and her eyes were wide, pupils fully dilated in the warm glow of the light behind him. Her breath came in gasps. “Yes, s– s– sir! I like your cock.” Her body gave a full shudder and her whimper became a full cry. Her leg stiffened and her back arched as her fingers began to rub furiously at her clit. “Yessir, yessir yessiiiirrrrrrrr!” she squealed as her orgasm crashed into her.

Cameron couldn’t hold back anymore. With two quick strokes his cock exploded and he joined her in muscle-spasming, back-arching ecstasy. He was sure he’d never cum so hard in his life. He had enough presence of mind to open his eyes as the last few blasts of cum arched across the sofa and landed on her. He could see some of it splattered on the Billie Eilish shirt, the highest almost up to her neck, while more was dotted across her forearm and along one leg. Fuck, he had cum buckets. Mira didn’t even notice. Her hand was still, her breath ragged, and her head was thrown back over the arm of the sofa, eyes closed. The only thing moving was her heaving chest.

He reached over to the coffee table and grabbed some tissues from the box there. He got the cum off his hands and thought to himself that, if things proceeded well, he’d have a sexy little fuck doll to do this for him in very short order. With her tongue. And she would thank him for it afterward.

He reached forward with some extra tissues and wiped the cum off Miranda’s leg as she stirred and sat back up. She registered the cum on her arm and her shirt, but didn’t react much. Her eyes were glazed and she looked a little out of it.

“May I?” he pointed to the arm that was still down the front of her panties. She nodded wordlessly, not moving.

Scooting closer to her, he wrapped two fingers around her delicate wrist and extracted her hand from her panties.

“Something to think about if you ever want to do this again,’ he told her. He brought her still damp fingers to his mouth and began to suck them. She shuddered and he could see her hips thrust upward slightly. She tasted amazing. There was a slight tang but it was only just noticeable.

Fingers clean he continued to clean the cum off of her while she watched. She hadn’t spoken a word since her orgasm. Once she was clean, he brushed some hair away from her face as she stared at him, then ran a finger down her cheek.

“You’re so beautiful, Miranda. An amazing young woman, like I said.”

He saw a little moisture in her eyes. “Really?”

She was definitely his. He hadn’t even touched her pussy yet but it was already his.

“Really,” he said. Then he kissed her.

End Part 1

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