Everyone has started to have sex around me. Where I grew up, sex hasn’t been talked about much, but now, in senior year, every girl is doing it with their boyfriends—everyone except me. It’s not that I am ugly, I have a full figure with good tits and I'm conventionally attractive, I just haven’t thought about it much because in my household it’s an unmentioned topic.
Having to hear all the sex stories everyday at school has left me sexually frustrated, I want that as well. The only problem is, I don’t like any of the boys who are at my school. I’ve had a little crush on the older neighbor across the street. Thing is, I can never do much with my parents always being home, until this weekend where they had to urgently leave for a work trip with their company. They told the neighbor to check up on me every once in a while and that I should go talk to him if I ever needed anything. Well right now I need sex, so I might as well follow my parents rules and go over “to talk” with the neighbor.
I’m standing in front of my closet, trying to decide what to wear. I need something that would make me look fuckable; I need him to want me, to be hard just by seeing me. Otherwise, this won’t work. I scan over my closet and finally see a see through black lace summer dress. It’s a bit longer but if I wear lingerie underneath, it will look good since it’s see-through. I put on some red lipstick and put up my black long hair in a ponytail so that my neck is showing. I put on a pair of black thongs and a black lace bra that barely fits my boobs that have grown recently. I see my reflection in the mirror, I look good, I look confident. I gather up the courage and walk across the street to his house and knock on the door. He opens the door, his face covered in shock when he sees how I look.
“Hi! My parents said I should come pay you a visit if I ever need anything. I was gonna bake a cake but I realized I'm so dumb and don’t have sugar,” I say, innocently smiling.
"Uhm, yeah, sure, come in. I’ll give you some sugar, it’s in the kitchen, top cabinet,” he says, still completely baffled and shocked. I slowly walk towards the kitchen and then Get on my tiptoes to reach the cabinet, I push my ass a bit back making sure he could see the thong.
"Uhm, can I offer you a drink or something?” he asks out of politeness, still completely lost at how to react to my revealing outfit.
“Oh yes, that would be perfect,” I say, still innocently smiling with my big blue eyes staring at him. I walk past him to sit down at the kitchen counter and I “accidentally” rub against him. His face turns red and he tries to ignore the growing bulge in his pants. I sit down on the counter and pull my dress up a bit to get more comfortable. He hands me the drink, too scared to look at me. While taking the drink I touch his hand and he quickly pulls it away, too scared to touch me.
"So, um, what’s the occasion? Why are you dressed so fancy for baking a cake?” He asks shyly, still not looking at me.
"Oh, you know, no reason; it’s just so hot this spring that I wanted something more refreshing,” I answer, pretending to be completely innocent while I eye his growing bulge in his pants, knowing that he likes the outfit.
“Does it get lonely living alone?” I ask him. He finally looks at me and smiles.
“I mean, yeah, but you wouldn’t understand; I bet you have boys over at your house all the time,” He teases me. I roll my eyes and smile at him.
"Oh, I have never had a boyfriend, I'm as innocent as they come,” I tease him back.
“Really? With that outfit, I would have guessed you are planning to fuck someone later today,” he says, properly looking at my whole outfit now.
"Yeah, I am planning on fucking someone…you,” I say innocently, looking up at him with my big eyes and smiling. He stares at me without responding. I jump off the kitchen counter and approach him. I place my hands on his shoulders and step closer to him so that my thigh is touching his hard dick now. He continues to stare, completely shocked.
“No, uh, no, we can’t do that. You aren’t even legal, I'm twenty years older than you, this is insane,” He finally responds by stepping away from me.
"Oh, come on, I turned eighteen last week, that makes me legal, and I know you are older. That means you know what you are doing, unlike the boys at my school,” I say, stepping closer to him again, letting my dress strap fall off my shoulder. I see him thinking about this whole situation.
“I really shouldn’t do this…” He tries to reject me but I don’t let him finish the sentence and I lean in to kiss him. To my surprise, he doesn’t resist anymore, he grabs my ponytail and pushes my lips closer to his. He grabs my ass and continues to makeout with him. Then he lifts me up and I hold on to him by putting my legs around his waist. He carries me to the bedroom and it finally hits me what I am doing. This is so wrong, what would my parents think, what would my friends think? I can’t do this. I suddenly get nervous and try to break the kiss. He grabs my jaw so that I stop moving and lays me down on the bed still kissing me. He starts taking off my dress.
