It had been a month since Emma's first tryst with her next door neighbor Stephen. Twice she'd had sex with the man and twice she'd felt guilty for enjoying it.
Now it had been a whole month since she'd last been alone with Stephen and she was feeling that itch again. In that same month her parents had elected to use up a lot of saved vacation time to get some things done at home. Concurrently her temp job downtown ended. That meant she was had no excuse to slip away to her neighbor's bed to further explore the miracle of the male appendage.
Over the intervening weeks she and Stephen had exchanged pleasantries in the yard and her parents noticed Emma's newfound civility towards their neighbor. They just accepted this new wrinkle as their daughter simply being more polite and courteous.
The emotional impact of having been intimate with Stephen was also settling in on Emma. She unexpectedly found herself having feelings towards him that she never thought she'd have. He was older, he was sweaty, he was a little out of shape, and somehow it mattered to her what he thought of her.
Emma was also torn by the worry of becoming pregnant so when her period showed up on time she was relieved. But at the same time she found herself worried because she knew she wanted to be with Stephen again. At night she would dream of him making love to her and in some of the dreams she'd even feel his cock sliding in and out of her body. A few mornings found her waking up and having to satisfy herself before she could start her day.
It had been a week since her period ended when her parents went away to Arizona to visit one of her grandmothers for a few days. Emma slept hard the night her parents left. She tossed and turned and a big part of her wanted to go see her neighbor in the middle of the night.
When she woke up early in the morning she jumped into the shower and then made herself pretty. Knowing what she wanted to do she decided to wear just a strapless terry cloth dress and her flip flops. The panties and bra were left behind.
Going downstairs she went out the back door of the kitchen and slipped into Stephen's yard. She was just about to knock on his backdoor when he opened it himself. He was wearing just a tank top and boxer shorts.
"I was wondering when you'd be back." he said.
She looked at him and hesitated, "How did you know I'd be back?"
He smiled. "Because here you are and you're not here just for the coffee, are you?"
She demurely started at her feet and replied, "No, I'm not."
He gave a small laugh and then took her hand and led her back to his bedroom. The bed had clearly been occupied just a short time before.
He kissed her and she kissed him back. Emma didn't complain as his hands pushed the terry cloth dress down her body, letting it puddle at her feet. His tank top and boxers rapidly followed.
Emma looked at Stephen and then down at his hardened cock. It bounced from his heartbeat. She studied the head of it and as she wondered about it being deep inside her body she flushed with arousal.
He guided her to the bed and she felt his warmth in the sheets as she laid back. The older man moved quickly yet gently as he got onto the bed with her.
His warm mouth promptly clamped onto her right breast and started sucking on it. Hard. His hands went to her other breast and kneaded it before one hand went to the place between her legs. She responded as he motioned for her to spread her legs and then she felt one of his fingers easily swipe through her pussy lips. Despite her misgivings she realized that she was completely aroused and ready for him to...mount her.
'Yes', she thought to herself, 'that's what he's going to do'.
And she realized she wanted him to. A lot of thoughts crossed her mind. She was torn at the prospect of being a pregnant eighteen year old. She felt impulsive and stupid for deciding to come see Stephen again. She had gotten so lucky that Stephen hadn't made her pregnant the month before. Was this a mistake? Was Stephen the right choice for her? Would he make a good father? Would he make a good husband? Would she end up a single mother?
As she tried to reconcile all of these thoughts Stephen had gently gotten himself on top of her. The weight of his hips uncomfortably pressed into hers and she instinctively spread her legs wider to relieve the discomfort. His body quickly and perfectly settled into the saddle of her hips.