This, I decided as Vicki and I crept through a dark backyard, was the dumbest thing we'd ever done. But just as plenty of eighteen-year-olds are stupid now, so we were back in the mid-eighties, when this took place. 

Vicki was my best friend and neighbor, and we'd just graduated from high school. She would soon be starting cosmetology school, while I'd head to community college in the fall to begin a two-year program. We both wanted more than what our small town had to offer, and we chafed at the lack of options. Vicki swore she would one day leave to open up her own salon in the city. 

Maybe our restlessness had gotten the best of us that Friday evening in late June. Maybe it made us reckless. We'd been hanging out at her house, bored out of our minds, when her older brother, equally bored, proposed a dare. 

"I dare you," he said with a sly grin, "to sneak down the street and steal that weird sculpture the new neighbor has on his front porch."

Vicki and I exchanged glances, trying to maintain neutral expressions. I knew the neighbor her brother was referring to. The guy looked to be in his early thirties, and he lived alone. Since moving here back in the spring, he'd kept to himself, offering only a wave whenever he drove by in his pickup. It was odd behavior for someone in this area. Most people quickly got to know their neighbors. 

I was aware of the sculpture, too. Vicki and I had noticed it near the guy's front door while walking around the block one day. It was some kind of abstract piece, made of metal. 

"Twenty bucks says you're too chickenshit to do it," Vicki's brother now taunted us.

"But that's stealing!" Vicki said.

Her brother made clucking noises and flapped his arms like wings. 

I didn't care for being called a coward, but I didn't want to be a thief, either. "It's probably too heavy to carry," I offered as an excuse to avoid accepting the dare.

"No, it ain't!" he scoffed. "It's probably fifteen pounds at most. You such a weakling that you can't manage it?"

Narrowing my eyes, I retorted, "You probably don't even have twenty bucks."

He withdrew a twenty from his wallet. "And just to ease your consciences, I'll let you take the sculpture back after I've had it a couple days. Then you won't have to cry about stealing."

Looking over at Vicki, I saw the pleading in her face. Her brother would torment her if she refused. Finally, I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Okay, we'll do it."

And that was how we found ourselves creeping through the shadows at almost midnight. When we reached the neighbor's yard, I was relieved to see that his house was dark. Ducking down, Vicki and I circled around to the front porch. A streetlight several houses away provided just enough illumination to keep us from stumbling. 

"You do it, Wanda," Vicki hissed at me. "You've always been able to run faster, and you're stronger, too."

"Then I get every penny of that twenty!" I hissed back.

Vicki started to argue but then thought better of it. I waited until she offered a begrudging nod before starting out on my own. I was wearing sneakers and shorts, along with a tank top. One of its straps kept slipping down my arm, threatening to expose my boob, and I impatiently yanked it back into place. At eighteen, I was still rebellious enough to go around without a bra, but I now wished I had one on. 

After taking a few breaths to steady my nerves, I sprinted toward the porch. Fireflies winked their lights in my peripheral vision, and I heard nothing but a whir of cicadas combined with countless crickets. Keeping the sculpture in my sight, I padded up the porch steps almost soundlessly. 

My heart thumped as I reached for the sculpture. My fingers had just grasped the cool metal when a low voice cut through the air. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

I let out a squeak that would have been comical if I wasn't about to pee myself. Behind me, Vicki released her own startled squeal.

And then she turned and fled. 

I didn't really blame her. After all, it was instinct that made her want to save herself. But her sudden absence made me doubly terrified. 

"I'm sorry," I blurted out to the shadowy figure sitting in a chair to my right. Through the shadows, I could just make out his form. I'd been so focused on the sculpture that I hadn't even bothered to look in his direction. And what kind of weirdo sat outside alone at midnight? 

The man leapt to his feet and started toward me, his long legs easily closing the distance. I thought to spin around and take off running, but I sensed he would follow. And he would catch me.

His hand seized my wrist. Ignoring my protests, he pulled me inside the house. "You think you're gonna steal from me? I'll call the cops."

"Please don't!" I cried. "I wasn't going to take anything."

"A liar as well as a thief." Still holding me fast, the man turned on a lamp, and I squinted at the brightness. He and I stood in a small living room. Swallowing a helpless whimper, I watched as he closed and locked the front door, then turned to me. 

"What's your name?" he demanded, folding his arms over his chest.

"Wanda," I choked out.

He looked me up and down, and I quickly did the same to him. He was brawny, with a beard slightly darker than his sandy blond hair. He wore a faded T-shirt and shorts, and his feet were bare. I couldn't help but notice his strong legs. No way would I have been able to outrun him. 

"I've seen you around." The man's eyes were full of contempt. "My God, what have you done to your hair?"

My hand flew to the strands which tumbled past my shoulders. I'd let Vicki experiment on me with different dyes, and I'd ended up with saffron, coral, and crimson locks. My parents were horrified, which made the wild hair colors totally worth it.

"You ready to fess up?" he went on. 

"Mister—"

He waved a hand, as if swatting away a fly. "For Christ's sake, call me Bennett."

"I'm sorry!" I repeated. My pulse was racing at a dizzying speed, making me fear I'd pass out right there. "It was a stupid dare, and I promise I was going to bring the sculpture back!" Briefly, I stammered out an explanation for my uninvited presence on his property. It sounded even worse when I confessed I'd done it to earn twenty bucks.

Bennett stroked his beard, appearing to consider my words. "How old are you, Wanda?"

"Eighteen."

"Ah, so the police won't go too easy on you for attempted theft, seeing as how you're an adult." His jaw tightened with what seemed to be barely contained fury. "My brother made that sculpture for me just before he died."

"Please don't call the cops!" I begged. "I'm so sorry about your brother, and for being so dumb." Fuck, my parents were going to kill me!

A sinister smile pulled at his lips. "I'll make a deal with you." His stare dropped to my breasts. The strap of my tank top had again fallen from my shoulder. "Show me your titties," he went on, "and I'll let you go."

My mouth dropped open. For a long moment, I was absolutely speechless. Then I squawked in outrage. "Are you kidding me?"

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Bennett shot back, his eyes flashing. "Come on, you're about to fall out of that top as it is. Wouldn't take much for you to flash your tits."

I wrapped my arms around myself as if to fend off his lecherous gaze. "You pervert!"

"Better a pervert than a goddamn thief." He made a show of looking at the clock on the wall. "It's getting late, girl, so make up your mind."

"My friend saw you grab me! She might have called the police already!" My tone took on a pathetic whine.

"Yeah, right. What's she gonna tell them? You think she'll call and confess? 'I was with my friend, trying to steal from our neighbor, and he caught her, so I ran.'" Bennett rolled his eyes. "She left you here high and dry. Some friend you got. And you know what?" Again, that smile. "You just might thank me for this one day, Wanda. I'm teaching you a valuable lesson right now: actions have consequences."

Tears of humiliation burned my eyes, but I knew he was right about there being severe consequences for what I'd done. Hell, my parents were fed up with me; if they found out about this, I might get thrown out. 

"Stop your crying," Bennett snapped. "And don't try to tell me you haven't shown your tits to anyone before."

I thought of my ex-boyfriend, whom I'd dated only a few months and had recently broken up with. I remembered the way he carefully handled my breasts as if they were fragile. Clearing my throat, I said, "And that's it? I just have to show you my boobs, and you'll let me go?"

"After a time," he replied. "I won't touch you, but I'm going to get a nice, long look at them. Hold on, let me get comfortable." He strolled over to the couch and sat down. 

I noticed the way he rested a hand on his thigh, just inches from his groin. Oh dear God, the man was going to jerk off in front of me! A swell of anger prompted me to ask, "What were you doing sitting out there in the dark by yourself, anyway?"

"Not that it's any of your damn business, but I was finishing a beer and enjoying the nice night. It's peaceful at this hour. Or it was, until your ass showed up." His hard stare returned to my chest. "Now, do it nice and slow. Show one to me, and then the other."

I looked down at myself. The top of my left breast was already visible. Drawing in a shaky breath, I took hold of the tank top's strap and slowly pulled it down my arm. More and more of my bare skin appeared until a trace of deep pink areola was exposed. 

"That's it." 

The obvious lust in Bennett's voice made me look up sharply. He'd begun rubbing himself through his shorts, his gaze riveted to my tit. My face burned with shame, and I had to remind myself this was a small price to pay to stay out of trouble.

"Keep going," he quietly urged.

I wondered if he could see me trembling as I pulled the stretchy material past my breast. My nipple, fully displayed, had already begun to stiffen.

Bennett let out a faint moan. "Ah, that's gorgeous! Now do the other, but don't rush."

I worked up the nerve to look at him while obeying his order. His lips were parted, and all the anger had faded from his expression. 

"I love big, heavy tits," he murmured, "but there's definitely something to be said for perky ones like yours. Cup them in your hands."

With an exasperated scowl, I gathered up my breasts as if to offer them to him. In the process, my fingers grazed my nipples, sending an involuntary current of arousal through me. "Happy now?"

"Very." Bennett tore his stare away from my boobs in order to meet my eyes. "Now don't get upset, but I'm going to make myself even more comfortable."

I knew what was coming, yet I couldn't suppress a gasp when he worked to free his cock from his shorts and briefs. It was fully hard, and I found it was larger than my former boyfriend's, which was the only dick I could compare it with. The veiny length twitched in Bennett's grasp as he started to stroke. 

"Don't be shy. Play with your titties while I watch," he told me in a guttural voice.

My face had flushed feverishly hot by now. Thrusting out my breasts, I alternated between squeezing them and fondling my nipples. With one hand, Bennett caressed his cockhead. With the other, he stroked his shaft. I was fascinated by the way his foreskin moved. 

At some point, my breathing had quickened, and my body responded to my touch. Though I didn't want to admit it, I knew I was also getting excited from seeing Bennett masturbate. I should have been disgusted, even furious. Instead, I grew more and more aroused watching him so eagerly watch me. This began to feel less like punishment and more like I was putting on a naughty show for him, which he clearly loved.

"See? We're just enjoying each other," he said. "Does it excite you, Wanda? Knowing you've gotten me so hard?"

"Yeah," I said in a breathy voice. "I like..." The words faltered on my tongue, and I had to try again. "I like watching you touch yourself."

As if to reward me for my honesty, Bennett bucked his hips, driving his cock through the circle his fingers made around it. It was obscene, that simulated fucking, but it made my panties wet. 

"Why don't you touch yourself?" he suggested. "Just slip a hand down your shorts; you don't have to show me your pussy."

I dared to slide a hand between my breasts, my fingers trailing over my warm skin. Locking eyes with Bennett, I did as he said. My fingers, trapped within the confines of my panties, wove through the damp curls covering my outer labia. 

"Are you wet?" he asked, observing me with keen interest.

"Uh-huh." Since I was practically panting, my tits rapidly rose and fell. With slick fingertips, I sought out my clit. A shameless moan escaped me as I rubbed that sensitive pearl. 

"Mmm, yes, baby, play with that pussy for me!"

His words encouraged me to masturbate at a more fervent pace. My heightening arousal seemed contagious, for he began jerking faster in response. As I stood before him, doing things I'd never dared even with my ex-boyfriend, horniness was like an unbearable heat spreading beneath my skin. 

I quickly worked my feet out of my sneakers. It satisfied me to catch sight of Bennett's surprise when I began tugging down my shorts. His hand paused its stroking while he focused his full attention on me. 

Doing my best to act alluring, I lowered my shorts and panties and then stepped out of them. I stood only in my socks and tank top; Bennett seemed to like the way my top was now bunched under my tits. 

"I must say, I do love this side of you, Wanda." His gaze roamed over my naked body. "Will you spread your pussy lips for me?"

He was asking now, no longer demanding. Flashing a playful grin, I parted my folds to reveal the slick flesh between them. 

His stare grew hotter as he studied my most intimate place. "Now that is a glorious cunt!" 

Never before had a guy looked at me with such blatant desire. It was like a drug, making me crave more. Tentatively, I approached him. He grew very still; only his cock pulsed fiercely as I drew closer.

Neither of us spoke while I climbed onto the couch, moving to straddle him. Deep within me, I felt an insistent throbbing that was almost painful. I knew it would abate only when I'd taken this man's cock inside my pussy.

Before I could, Bennett cupped my tits. I moaned at the feel of his fingers sliding over my nipples. Leaning closer, he captured one of those peaks with his lips. His hot, suckling mouth made me cry out. Burying my fingers in his hair, I held him to me as my eyelids fluttered closed. My hips started gently swaying, and the movement served to brush my pussy against his dick. 

"What a naughty girl you are." I could hear the smile in his words. 

"You're the one who's gotten me so wet," I pointed out. "And remember, actions have consequences."

Lifting his head, Bennett stroked my cheek. I let him guide my mouth to his. Our first kiss wasn't anything like what I'd experienced in the past. Sensual and lingering, not at all overeager, his lips coaxed forth my tongue. He groaned from low in his throat when the kiss grew even deeper.

"You're so fucking sexy." He was breathing faster now, too. 

In reply, I reached between us and took hold of his cock. He gasped at my touch but didn't try to stop me from lining up my pussy with his erection so I could easily sink down upon it. 

"Oooh God!" I said in a quavering voice. Inside me, Bennett felt even larger than he looked, and I inched lower at a careful pace. He stared downward, seemingly transfixed by the sight of me accepting his dick. Resting his hands on my hips, he gripped me tight. 

Finally, I settled all the way upon him, a blissful smile resting on my lips. "You feel so good, Bennett."

"There are no words for how incredible you feel!" His voice sounded strained, which made me wonder if he was struggling to keep still. Yet he remained careful with me. 

We'd lost all interest in teasing. As our self-restraint faded by the second, our movements grew more passionate. I worked up to a sensual rhythm that made my tits bounce. Bennett couldn't resist sucking one, and then the other. His eager mouth soon had me releasing pleasured mewls that echoed off the walls. I never dreamed I would carry on in such a way, but I found it impossible to subdue my need. 

I paused my enthusiastic cock riding only to allow Bennett to give me a hard kiss. With his lips pressed firmly against mine, he used the pad of his thumb to rub my clit. My resulting shriek was muffled by his mouth. 

"Your pussy is drenched!" As Bennett...