Unreal.
Evangeline. Such an ethereal name, suiting her exterior, with her small body, porcelain skin, and platinum hair. She was...angelic. Such a good girl, getting the best grades in her class, and although she was quiet, she was always polite. The perfect, southern-belle little girl.
Her family had gone on vacation, but because of scheduling issues on the plane, she came home on a different flight, only an hour before theirs. Except their flight had been laid over a few states away, and they wouldn't be home until the next two days.
Of course, all the blinds and windows were shut, but Evangeline, rarely ever having privacy, had all the doors in the house open, enjoying her lonesome. She had loud rock music playing from her speakers, something she could never do when her family was home, and was lost in her own world of the sexy lyrics rolling around her room. She was lying on top of her bed, in what she considered to be a scandalous, dark grey lacy underwear set, slowly teasing herself. She liked masturbating, but she knew she could only warm up. She had never cum alone, she could only orgasm with someone else. And even then, she had to be aroused in just the right way, with her own devilish fantasies playing in her head.
She was so focused on herself, the feeling of her fingers gently pressing her slit through the cloth, the way her nipples got erect even underneath the fabric. Combined with the loud music, she didn't even hear the front door open, the footsteps on the stairs. When she opened her eyes, intent on taking off her panties, and saw him smirking at her from her door way, she screamed shortly from surprise and ripped her hand away.
He laughed, shaking his head.
"Holy shit, Evan, I didn't know you listened to Nirvana." He walked into her room and lowered the volume on her speakers.
"Oh my god." She stated, mortified and covering herself.
Jasper wasn't the average boy next door. He had black hair that always fell into his eyes, tattoos that sleeved his left arm, and a hard, muscled physique. His voice was deep and a little scratchy, and no matter what he said, he sounded confident, like he knew something that you didn't. He was the rocker that she had always had a small crush on, especially when he would simply smile at her when he came over to hang out with her brother. They had known each other since they were small, and they were close in a neighborly way, despite rarely ever having full conversations. And for some odd reason, she had fantasized about him before, always imagining that he would be kinky, kind of possessive. Strangely, that turned her on. A lot.
But she was a good girl, and good girls didn't think about bad things like that.
He had been coming over for the past week they've been away, watering the plants and feeding the cat and such. She vaguely remembered her dad telling her that he would still be coming over today, and knew that they wouldn't be home until tomorrow night or the day after. How could she forget? Not knowing what to do, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to make everything go away.
"Jasper..." She trailed off, too humiliated to form coherent thoughts.
"Evan..." He mimicked, obviously enjoying her embarrassment.
"Please...just..."
"Touch you?" He offered. "Let you finish? Help you out?"
"No!" She said suddenly, causing him to give her his signature, crooked smile. "Jasper, please get out. This... This didn't happen."
He shook his head, grinning at her frantic state.
"Please, you can't tell anyone about this."
"Relax." He said, amused. "You don't have to worry about your daddy finding out his perfect little angel likes to touch herself with all the doors open."
Her face burned red. She kept her eyes shut tight, trying to figure out what to do. The idea to scream at him to leave didn't even cross her mind in the panicked haze. He had her hypnotized.
"Keep going, if you want. I want to watch you." He reached back and closed the door, locking it, then walked over and sat on the edge of her bed.
She pulled her knees up to her chest to hide herself more. She wanted to run, do something, anything, but it was like he had her paralyzed with his gaze. She felt cornered, like a small animal, and if she made any sudden move, he might pounce.
"You were putting on a real show." He said calmly. "You look sexy like that, with your knees up and your legs spread, your tits pushed out and your panties soaked through. What were you even doing?"
Her blush was furious, and she couldn't believe her situation.
"Were you just teasing yourself? Letting yourself get all needy?"
She blinked at him.
"Come on, Evan, answer me." He coaxed slightly, though his voice had a new, soft demanding quality that she had never heard before.
She nodded.
"Were you even going to get yourself off? Or are your little fingers not even enough for you?"
She shook her head blankly.
"That's kind of hot. Do you want some help?" He smirked.
"No," She said, regaining her senses. "Jasper, please get out, this never happened."
"So you don't want me to touch you?"
"No,"
"Fucking
liar
," He laughed, before leaning in closer to her, laying a hand on her knee. "I've seen you looking at me. I'm not like any other guy you've been with. I bet you've even thought about me before." He fixed his gaze on her lips and kept closing the gap between them until their foreheads were almost touching.
"I've thought about you." He whispered secretively, before closing the distance between their mouths.
Her mind was racing as he kissed her. He was so passionate, his mouth burning against hers. She realized then that she did want him, even though it was so incredibly unreal. He held her against him, taking control of her. She felt herself getting wet; she had never been kissed like this before. She kissed him back gently, sweetly, the only way she knew how. But the sweeter her kisses became, the rougher his were in return. He ravaged the inside of her mouth, and she let him. Honestly, she would have let him do anything he wanted.
They shifted again so that they were both half lying down, and half propped up on the head board. She was lying on top of him. She was trying to squeeze her legs together in a way he wouldn't notice, but when he did, he pulled one of her legs over his lap so that she was sort of straddling him, liking that he could easily intensify her adorable frustration.
It turned more into necking and touching. When his mouth fixed on her neck, she had to shut her eyes and grit her teeth to keep from moaning. She was positive that he left a hickey, but wasn't even concerned. When he moved back up to kiss her on the mouth, she trailed kisses up his jawline. Steadily, softly, his breathing deepened. She experimentally nibbled at his ear.
"Fuck," He responded.
"Too hard?" She asked, worried and embarrassed.
"No," He assured her. "Just didn't know you were like that."
Before she could say anything, he connected their mouths again, his tongue pressing against hers. With one hand, he unclasped her bra and it slipped off her shoulders.
Jesus Christ, he can take off a bra faster than me,
she thought.
Reflexively, she pulled away and covered herself with her hands, blushing. He smiled and grabbed both of her wrists in one hand, pulling them down and kissing her again.
