There he was again. It wasn’t enough that she saw him doing outside chores or even just walking to his car or the mailbox; now she was seeing him just before bed, looking down from her upstairs bedroom into his yard. Apparently, he’d taken over the nightly task of taking the dog out before bed, inadvertently fueling her bedtime self-explorations.
She’d known him most of her life, and they’d played together when young, but it was as her babysitter that the crush formed, grew, and even in his absence, flowered into a full-blown fantasy. More than three years separated them in age, but his going away to school created a physical distance as well. Her heart would skip a beat each spring when she’d see his car in the driveway. “Maybe this year?” she’d think to herself.
That wish took on new importance this year because April was now a high school graduate, leaving for college in August herself, and Logan was a senior, who would undoubtedly move on to a life away from home when he graduated from college next spring.
She’d tried boys – quite a few of them – closer in age, and she’d even developed something of a cult following of boys whose hands found their way inside her bra and panties, each hoping for the ultimate honor but sent away with a hand job consolation prize. A few had even managed to give her an orgasm of sorts as they fumbled feebly with fingers in her virgin pussy, but a 17-year-old will never measure up to the one she was afraid would now get away. Even then, she knew that Logan would do it right.
“Logan, honey! Can you go next door and help Angela? She has a leaky washing machine hose that needs replacing.”
“Sure, Mom,” he replied, having adopted his parents’ helpful neighborly attitude.
As he walked next door with a few tools in hand, it occurred to him that he hadn’t been in the Andersen home in quite a few years, probably since the last time he’d babysat April. He smiled when he thought of the cute little girl who was so well behaved and always vying for his attention. He didn’t think much of it back then. She’d inevitably end up on his team or paired up in some way when they’d played some neighborhood game, so her staying close in her home didn’t seem unusual.
He chuckled to himself, remembering how she’d talk him into watching some teen angst movie and offer to make popcorn so she had an excuse to sit close on the sofa to share. He thought of her as just a really cute kid who might have seen him as a father figure since her father had died when she was very young.
“Hello, Logan!” April said when she opened the door for him. When she’d heard her mother call next door asking for him, she made sure she was the one answering the door. She had just enough time for a quick wardrobe change, ditching the oversized T-shirt for a tight crop top.
“April!?” he questioned, clearly stunned. “Is that you?” He couldn’t believe how she’d grown up and filled out! “Cute, little April?”
“Yeah. It’s me!” she said shyly with a bitten lip as she stood back to let him enter, loving how his eyes kept scanning her body.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She was wearing a training bra the last time he saw her, but now had modest, but beautifully shaped tits. A narrow waist flared into shapely hips and a perfectly firm, round bottom. What really caught his eye as she stepped back to let him in was the hint of a cameltoe in the crotch of her tight spandex shorts. He couldn’t know that she’d removed her panties and pulled the stretchy fabric up into her crotch for his benefit.
He knew where the washing machine was, but let her lead him there after she’d closed the door behind him, his eyes glued to her sexy butt and her long blonde hair swishing behind her.
April was thrilled with his reaction. He clearly saw her in a different light, and now she had to figure out how to get him interested in more than just looking. She walked in front of him, feeling his eyes on her ass, and was tempted to try to swivel her hips a bit, but thought better of it, afraid it was too obvious.
“Hello, Logan! Thank you so much for coming over!” April’s mom said as they passed through the kitchen to the laundry room. “I really need to do some laundry, but this hose needs to be replaced first. I bought two of them even though only one is leaking. I hope you don’t mind?” she added, handing him the Home Depot bag with the hoses in it.
“Not at all, Mrs. Andersen! Happy to do it!” he replied as he would normally with his helpful demeanor, but also stole a quick look at April, seeing her as an unexpected bonus, and April noticed.
“Come, April! Leave Logan alone so he can get back to whatever he was doing before.”
“That’s okay, Mrs. Andersen. I haven’t seen April in years, so I don’t mind if she wants to stick around and watch. I’d like to hear what she’s been up to lately,” he offered, noticing a small smile on April’s face as a result.
“Okay. April, don’t interfere, okay?”
“Yes, Mom,” she said with a chuckle, lifting herself up to sit on the laundry folding table.
“So, I guess you’ve graduated?”
“Yeah, last month! Going to UCF in Orlando in the fall!” she added, trying to distance herself from high school to seem more like a peer.
“That’s a good school. Huge student body, though!” he cautioned, wondering how she’d keep to her studies with crowds of guys trying to get in her pants. She looked every bit the part of fresh meat upperclassmen would be watching for.
They talked the whole time he was working, with April eyeing his awesomely cute butt when he’d bend or stretch for the work. She felt like he hadn’t changed at all, except that he now spoke to her as more of an equal. She’d figured she’d catch his eye better than when she was young, but was overjoyed, and more than a little aroused, at his almost constant peeks at her body, and occasionally her face.
The work was easy, if somewhat taxing, as he muscled the machine away from the wall to get at the connections behind, but he couldn’t stop looking at this beautiful and sexy girl he used to babysit for. His girlfriend, having dumped him at the beginning of the last semester, left him with feelings for April he wasn’t prepared for. He’d known her so long she was almost like a sister – a sister who had very suddenly become the reason he was hiding a bulge in his athletic shorts. He hoped she didn’t notice.
She did, and the arousal was mutual. She was glad her shorts were black, so an inevitable wet spot between her legs wouldn’t be seen. He’d always been such a respectful guy, and she didn’t expect anything overt from him, though his reactions, especially the one between his legs, were much more than she anticipated. Would he actually do anything, though? She could imagine him asking her out on a date, which she’d definitely accept, but might he come on to her right now?
At one point, as he pushed the washer back in place, he turned and looked directly at her crotch. Immediately, she had the image of him yanking her shorts off and burying his face in her pussy come to mind, and had all she could do to keep from squirming in place.
The work completed, she jumped off the table and led him back to the front door, just stopping in the foyer, hoping he’d say or do something.
“It was really good to see you again, April! Maybe we … we could go out for a burger or something?” he said, still struggling with the comparison of her hot little body to the little sister image.
“Yeah. I’d like that,” she replied, a little disappointed.
“Well, see you later?” he said, offering a hug.
“Yeah. Later,” she agreed, hatching the next step of her plan on the word later.
He opened the door and disappeared when it closed.
April practically ran to her bedroom, tore her shorts off, and threw herself on the bed with her fingers pawing at her tender lips. Two fingers pumped furiously inside, while a middle finger traversed her slit, rubbing the hard little nub at the top. Not knowing where her mother was, she had to keep quiet, but her heavy breathing told the story her voice could not.
She came much quicker than usual, but didn’t let up, going for another that had her body shaking. She sat up, thinking that if that’s what he can do, just inspiring her finger fuck, imagine what he could do for real. It wouldn’t happen tonight, but if her plan came together, perhaps tomorrow?
Logan couldn’t get her hot, little body off his mind the rest of the day. Though he still struggled a bit with the sister image, it was losing ground to the desire to see that delicious body devoid of clothes. He figured he’d have to make the first move, but if her teasing him while working on the washer was any indication, she would succumb easily. He chided himself for the lame invitation to get a burger, and hoped the ‘or something’ would take its place.
He was still trying to figure it out when he took the dog out at the regular time. The dog liked to wander and usually led him around by her leash, but tonight something caught her interest, her nose sniffing in a bush and they stood in the same place for several minutes. He looked around, anywhere but at the dog.
A bright light came on in one of the upstairs bedrooms of April’s house. He looked up through the railing of a balcony and the French doors leading to it to see April standing with her back to the doors. He almost looked away when he saw her arms moving in front just before she quickly stripped off the crop top he’d seen her in that afternoon, revealing her bare back. He felt uncomfortable spying on her this way, but he couldn’t look away either.
April had been watching in the dark of her room for him to appear with the dog and smiled when he was right on time. She figured she’d have to get his attention before doing her semi-striptease, and the overly bright ceiling light, which she ordinarily never used, was the perfect thing. She flipped it on as though just walking into the room and took her place with her back to the French doors.
She wanted it to look harmless, like he’d just caught her going through a regular routine of undressing, but couldn’t resist playing with her tits for a few seconds before removing her top. She wished she could tell if he was still watching, but turning to look would spoil it if he thought he’d been caught looking. He’d likely turn away and go back inside.
The tight spandex shorts were the next to go, peeling them off to reveal her cheeky white panties. She turned slightly to her left as she bent to get them over her foot so he’d see a dangling breast as she did. The move also gave her the chance to see out of the corner of her eye that he was still there, still as a statue, and she smiled, hoping a desire was building within him that she’d capitalize on tomorrow.
Logan couldn’t believe what he was seeing. All afternoon, he’d imagined what she’d look like naked, and here she was innocently giving him a preview, unaware of his presence. Freed of her tight top, he saw her tits were a perfect handful when she turned to take her shorts off. While those shorts left little to the imagination of the shape of her tight ass, seeing those amazing cheeks half exposed by her sexy panties had his shorts feeling tight again. At least, this time, he didn’t have to hide it.
He groaned aloud when she turned sideways, taking her pajamas from a chair and bending forward to put the pink satin shorts on, showing her beautiful tits, both of them this time. She had the button front top in hand when she stood, seemingly thrusting her tits out as she put it on.
Though she wasn’t facing him, she could glance to the side to see him still standing there, his mouth open in a state of shock. With the top on, she couldn’t resist giving her tits a little lift and squeeze before buttoning the top closed. She bent down to pick up her shirt and shorts and tossed them on the chair, wiggling her butt just slightly as she bent. Walking away from the glass doors, the light went out, ending her show, but, in the darkness, she moved to the corner of the room where she could peek out the edge of the glass to see his reaction. She could lip-read enough to know he said …
“Oh fuck!” Logan groaned, shaking his head as though trying to wake from a dream.
He unconsciously rubbed his crotch quickly before he turned to go back inside. She imagined him in the bathroom, cock in hand, taking care of what she’d created with her tease.
He dreamt of her that night, going through the same striptease, except this time he was in the room, allowed to touch her as she changed for bed. The dream ended with her suddenly changing back into the little girl he babysat, giggling and turning him away at her door.
He slept a bit later the following morning, staying in bed even longer as he tried to decide what he should do next. He would definitely ask her out, but had to keep reminding himself that her show last night was something he shouldn’t have seen and shouldn’t read anything into it about her. He decided he’d ask her if she’d like to take a walk on the beach. A friendly evening that could turn into something much more exciting given the chance.
He walked next door to ask her, but found she and her mother had apparently gone out for the afternoon. He checked several times for her mother’s car back in the driveway, but didn’t see it until dinner time, when it was too late.
He ate dinner alone, his mom visiting a sister overnight, and his dad still on his business trip, both returning tomorrow. He wondered if he’d see her in her bedroom again. He knew it was wrong, but he had to walk the dog anyway, and if she was there again … well, he didn’t know what he’d do, but he doubted he could resist the lure of seeing her like that again.
He was a little nervous when he took the dog out. He didn’t really expect to see her again, but worried that he’d be caught if he did. He walked the dog around the back of the yard and returned to the side yard, already looking up at the glass doors. His mood instantly brightened when her light came on again, and as predicted, he stayed, feeling like his feet were glued to the ground, unable to turn away.
His heart started beating wildly when she appeared at the doors, facing directly out. Before he knew it, the door opened, and she stepped out. He quickly turned away so she wouldn’t see him looking up in her direction and started walking toward his door.
“Hey, Logan!” she called from the balcony.
“Oh! Hey, April!” he replied, trying, but failing to sound nonchalant. He turned back toward her, saying “Oh my God!” aloud before he knew it.
Wearing a short, silky robe of pale lavender, she’d left it open so he could see her lacy black underwear beneath. Standing at the railing, where a gap allowed a clear view of the crotch of her boy shorts, she let him stare for a few moments, the black underwear contrasting her pale Nordic complexion.
“Um. My mom’s out for the night. I could use a babysitter. Are you available?” she said, trying to look innocent, but failing miserably and smiling at his dumbfounded reaction.
He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He actually entertained the thought that it was a dream for a moment, but he tried to gather his wits about him, once he closed his mouth that dropped open at the sight of her angelic visage.
“Aren’t you a little old to need a babysitter?” he asked, trying to sound clever, but instantly regretted it. Sounding like he was trying to talk her out of it was just dumb.
“Maybe,” she started, leaving a theatrical pause, “but I do need a special kind of care tonight.” She, too, thought her response sounded a little stupid and decided to throw caution to the wind. “Come on, Logan! The side door is open. I’ll be waiting up here,” she finished and turned to walk back inside. She looked over her shoulder to see him running the dog back inside and expected to see him in her doorway soon, which had her both very nervous and very wet.
Logan took a few moments inside for some deep cleansing breaths. He wanted her badly, and she clearly wanted him, but she was expecting someone who knew what he was doing, not some overexcited schoolboy. He went to his parents’ bar, poured himself a shot of Jack for some Dutch courage, took another deep breath, and headed over, walking calmly and deliberately, suspecting she was probably watching him.
April had been sitting on her bed, still with a view of his yard, but when she saw him coming, her nerves ramped up. She stood up and went to the door, holding it as though she had just opened it for him. She hoped that she could stop acting, staging everything once she was in his arms.
“I’m so glad you came,” she said when he appeared at the top of the stairs, and she was practically quivering when he stepped up to take her face in both hands.
“April, you’re clearly not the little girl I used to babysit, and I would love to give you what I think you want, but you’re also a special friend, so I want to be sure you really want this.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this!” she confessed. After a pause that seemed much longer, but was only a second or two, he took her in his arms and kissed her. “Ohhh!” she sighed as each kiss got progressively longer and more passionate. ‘Finally!’ her mind shouted.
“My God! You are so beautiful!” he said as he pushed the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and put his hands on her tits, caressing them through the scratchy lace.
Her eyes darted between his eyes and his hands on her chest, disbelief still plaguing her. So eager was she that she wanted to strip the itchy underwear off, throw herself on the bed, and beg him to take her virginity. That was a secret she wouldn’t share. With her rather blatant attempts at seduction, he probably expected her to be much more experienced than she was, so she was going to let him lead and do almost anything he wanted, not to be viewed as that little girl, or even his special friend tonight.
Leaning in for another kiss, his hands slid behind, deftly opened the clasp on her bra, and stood back again for the unveiling. She loved the smile on his face when her perky tits, with nipples pointed upward, came into view, and how he just looked at them as though saving them as a special treat for later.
He was saving them, but not for long. With a single, swift motion, his T-shirt landed on the floor. He took her face in his hands again, pulled her in close, and kissed her deeply, passionately, loving the feeling of bare chests pressed together, as April sighed into his mouth.
She had a startled look on her face, as if it were all unexpected, and to a large degree it was. Though they had a ways to go, she already felt like she was making love to him, since all her past sexual explorations were devoid of loving feelings, grabbing a quick climax with no investment in the other.
“Oh, Logan!” she sighed when he knelt with hands on her bare breasts now, feeding one, then the other into his mouth for gentle licks that became gradually more urgent, suckling on those delicious upturned nipples. Pushing them into his face, she had to remind herself not to rush it.
Feeling her pressing them against his mouth finally killed the nagging doubt that he was taking advantage. He moved his hands to her ass and, finding her bare lower cheeks, caressed the exquisitely smooth curves, reminding him of girls of her age in his past and how he didn’t appreciate the finer points of their beauty. He gave each hard nipple a sucking kiss before his tongue traced a serpentine path to her pussy.
Her tummy vibrated with the touch of his tongue, knowing where it was headed. So many things she’d never done, never felt. His face, pressed into her crotch, had her trying to squirm, but his hands and face had her clamped tightly between, squeaks and squeals telling him this was new. Her wish that her panties were gone was granted when he didn’t want to lick her through the coarse lace.
“Oh my God!” she cried when he kissed her bare pussy before her panties had even fallen to her feet, then, “Logan!” when his tongue slithered between her moist lips.
She marveled at the incredible difference between a practiced tongue and fumbling fingers, whether her own or one of the guys she’d let in. She wondered if it was his tongue that made the difference, but when his fingers joined the party, she knew it was what he did with them, not what he used. Her gasps and moans became more frequent as her hips got in the act and a finger found that special spot inside. She warned of her looming climax, which only spurred him on.
The feeling of her body trembling against his face and in his hands was nearly as pleasurable as cumming himself. He felt like he was giving her something she’d never had, though with her overt enticements, he doubted it. He stood and held her tightly, a comfort she welcomed.
Disbelief of something so extraordinary overwhelmed. With just his fingers and tongue, he’d made her feel something in both her body and mind, so far beyond anything before, she clung to his body for fear he might leave her a virgin still.
“That was unbelievable!” she said when she lifted her head off his chest, soliciting a tender kiss that quickly grew with unbridled passion.
Her hands on his chest, kneading and massaging, told him she wanted to return the favor. She smiled demurely as she reached for another kiss, her hands sliding down to the waist of his shorts and pulling the drawstring open. Her turn to kneel, she pulled the shorts and briefs down together, only to find his sneakers blocking the way. Toe to heel, he helped her get them off and with them, the last of his clothes, leaving them both naked.
She licked her lips as she looked up to see his cock, more than ready to accept her gratitude. Afraid she’d reveal her lack of experience with her mouth, she started with what she did know, and both hands took hold of his shaft. What she wasn’t used to was taking her time, as so many of the handjobs she’d given were stolen moments in places they couldn’t linger or a quick fix to send a guy away satisfied. She almost took hold and started stroking, but caught herself and let her fingers gently explore: the tip, the veiny shaft, the sac.
“Mmm, that’s so good, April!” he said, as a hand finally wrapped around, caressing rather than jerking.
Her other hand cradled his balls as her hand job intensified, and when she saw a drop oozing from the tip, she did something she’d never done: she licked a cock for the first time. Proud of herself, her tongue lapped at his glans, knowing that even with her hands, it was the most sensitive spot. Putting fear of showing her ignorance behind her, she took the tip in her mouth, sucking and licking while her hand continued with what she knew best.
He encouraged her with words and motions. There was something special about April, as though he’d been waiting for her for a long time, even though it had never even occurred to him until yesterday, when he’d seen what a beautiful flower she had become. She was somehow even more than the special moniker he’d used.
“Ohh yeah! Mmm! April! I’m gonna cum, April!” he warned when her mouth and hand were sliding up and down his cock.
She didn’t want to stop, feeling she was just getting the hang of it, but she could feel it coming and pulled it out of her mouth just in time as strings of seed shot over her shoulder. She smiled meekly as she milked the last couple of drops out, then stood to be taken in his strong arms again.
“April, I’d really like to …”
“So would I!” she interrupted excitedly. “I want us to cum together – with you inside me!”
He loved the mixed pleading and joyful look on her face. He kissed her tenderly, savoring that unidentified quality he’d newly discovered in her. Her confession that she’d waited a long time for this, for him, had to be part of it.
“Will I need protection?” he asked softly.
“My mom put me on the pill for college,” she giggled. “I bet she didn’t realize how soon I’d need it!”
“I’ll need a few minutes before I’m ready for that, but another taste of your pretty little pussy ought to do it! May I?”
“Oh God, yes! I loved that!”
“Why don’t you get more comfortable?” he suggested, directing her to lie on the bed. Something about her last comment, and how she lay on the bed with her legs still together, had him wondering. “April, are you still a … a virgin?” he asked gently as he leaned over her, kissing her face and lips.
“Yes,” she admitted as though embarrassed by it. “I’ve always wanted my first time to be with you,” she confessed further, hoping that didn’t sound too mushy. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry! I’d love to be your first! And I hope this won’t be the last,” he said, trying to be as comforting as possible.
“Oh, Logan! Me too! I want you even more now!”
“Let’s get us both ready for that, okay?” he said as he moved to the end of the bed, taking in her naked beauty, and her legs parting as he approached.
Kneeling between her legs, his hands slid up the insides of her thighs to her appreciative moans that became gasps when they reached her pussy. One hand tousled the sparse patch of fine blonde hair on her mound while the other played in her slit, rubbing in circles, traversing her slippery, wet valley, but avoiding any penetration. He wanted his cock to be the next thing inside her.
“Ohh! I love this!” she sighed, and, grabbing hold of her legs behind the knees, pulled them up and further apart while lifting her head to watch what he was doing.
Her facial expressions entertained him as his fingers manipulated the petite, glistening lips. She looked up to see him looking at her. He smiled at her as he leaned in to lick her pussy with the flat of his tongue, her eyes wide in wonder at the touch.
With his mouth still in her slit, he shifted his legs back under him to lie flat on the bed and wrapped his arms around her thighs, with his fingers spreading her lips apart for his tongue. Coaxing her clit out of hiding with fingers, he concentrated his attention there, licking, nibbling, and flicking it with his tongue. She responded instantly, her excitement evident in her writhing body and exclamations.
“Oh, God! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she said repeatedly until she did, and with her thighs trembling, he continued bathing her pussy with his tongue until he was sure she’d had a second orgasm right on top of the first.
Kneeling again, he looked down on her as shudders continued to pass through her like electric jolts.
“So beautiful! So precious!” he said, a smile on her face, her only reaction. “Are you ready?”
“Uh-huh!” she squeaked with an uncertain look.
She’d fantasized about his face and tongue between her legs, but it didn’t come close to preparing her for what it really felt like. Apart from the physical touch, there was also a feeling of receiving a precious gift. And now, in this overstimulated state, she was about to feel his cock penetrating her, filling her up, knowing her imagination would again come up short.
She lifted her head to watch as he approached, cock in hand, guiding it to the passage she wanted filled so desperately. Her eyes were fully open when the tip touched her, sliding up and down, searching for the opening, and went wide with her mouth open as she felt him push slowly inside her. ‘No, don’t go!’ she thought when he pulled back a bit and then back in a little further each time until he was all in.
“Oh fuck! That feels SO good! Just … just stay there!” she cried as her hips moved, getting accustomed to the incredible feeling of his cock stretching her tight pussy.
Logan lay atop her, kissing her tits and face as she squirmed beneath, savoring the unbelievable tightness of her no-longer virgin pussy. When he felt her pushing against him, he took it as a signal that she was ready for more.
He pulled out and back in a little further each time, loving her high-pitched cries of joy.
“Oh my God, Logan! So good! I never imagined,” she offered, a stuttering, ongoing dialogue on how wondrous it felt. Her hips had remained stationary, letting him do the work, but when she felt a climax approaching, they started matching his movements, pushing against his thrusts. “Oh God, I’m gonna cum again! Ohhh fuuuck!” she screamed when it hit, her hips pressed hard against his.
He gave her a few moments to savor paradise before he started again. Feeling like he would probably cum soon, he paced himself until he was sure she was on the edge again and then gave it all he had. Their hips moved together with a slapping sound when they met in the middle. Both were panting and gasping with the effort to sustain the pace while holding on for more as long as they could, until finally …
“Oh fuck!” she cried when she came.
“April!” he cried at the same time.
He pushed all the way in, wrapped his arms around her body, and rolled them both to their sides as their bodies reacted involuntarily, trembling and shaking from the fantastic orgasm they shared. He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her over and over again on her neck, face, and lips as they rejoiced in what they’d given each other.
He rolled onto his back, while she rested her head on his chest, still purring. Their bodies more or less calm, she lifted her head and offered the sweetest smile he had ever seen.
“Oh, April! I hope that was at least half as good for you as it was for me?” he phrased as a question, though pretty sure of her answer.
“Never in all my dreams could I have imagined it would be like that!” she said, her eyes glassy with tears.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, afraid he’d done or said something he shouldn’t have.
“I’m just so happy! Happy that it was with you!”
“You are amazing, April!” he said, trying to give her all the credit. “Come here,” he said, taking her in his arms for tender, loving hugs and kisses.
They lay together basking in the afterglow of their incredible first time together, saying nothing and letting the gentle touch of bodies, fingers, and lips say all that needed to be said.
“My mom’s gonna be home soon,” she said eventually with disappointment, wishing he could stay all night and just hold her.
“Wanna go to the beach tomorrow?” he asked, reviving his original plan to get together with her. “Late in the afternoon and stay for the sunset?”
“I’d love that! And I’ve got a cute little bikini I’d love you to see me in!” she added with a devilish smile.
“You’d be beautiful in a paper bag!”
“Oh, Logan!” she said, biting her tongue on three more words.
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