I was walking around the small park in the housing development where I lived, my not-too-short skirt swishing about my thighs as I lazily walked. There was a slight breeze that felt wonderful on the skin that was bared from my halter top in the summer heat. I by-passed the small walkway that would've taken me back around the park and continued on the sidewalk, taking the left that would point me towards home, and have me pass by the three houses closest to the park.
He was outside, mowing his lawn. I'd seen him in the neighborhood before, but I never took much notice of him. I don't know what made this time any different, but I slowly stopped walking and stood in front of his yard and watched him. The muscles in his back bunching, releasing, pushing and pulling all at once to get the job done. He was shirtless, he often was, but that fact didn't often cross my mind.
He was muscled, but not in a bulky body builder way. He had defined arms, a strong back and shoulders, with a nicely define stomach. He didn't have a six pack, or something like that, but more like a washboard stomach with well chiseled lines. His hair was short, and at the moment, sweat soaked. His legs were long, his height easily reaching five ten or five eleven. Not the tallest man in the world, but still taller than my own five four stature.
It took me a moment to realize that he had stopped mowing at that he was patiently waiting for me to take notice of his attention. His dark golden eyes looking over my body as I had been looking over his. I felt self-conscious for only a moment until I remembered that recently, anyone with a pair of eyes had been looking me over just as he was. I mentally rolled my eyes. My eighteenth birthday had been almost two months ago, a big enough event for my family that we swarmed the local park down by the lake for the celebration. There was even an article written about it in the local newspaper.
When he finished taking his look, his eyes sliding up to mine, I felt a small moment of dizziness. His eyes, so golden, seemed to burn into mine with a passion that I had never before felt -- including from past boyfriends. His eyes sent a small shiver of excitement down my spine. He smiled, an easy, slow-as-molasses smile that made my knees a tiny bit weak. I smiled back, shyly, my cheeks flushing.
"How're you doing today, Raevyn?" Oh, his voice was pure heaven. A smooth baritone with just a hint of a rough sounding bedroom voice.
"I'm doing ok, Mr. Bridges." I managed to reply. His smile changed so subtly into a smirk that I thought I imagined the smile in the first place.
"Just 'ok'?" I nodded mutely. "Well, what say you let me help you with that?" My eyes widened slightly. Was he suggesting what I thought he was suggesting?
"Alright, Mr. Bridges." His smirk took on a wicked twist.
"Let me just put my lawn mower away. You can go ahead and go inside, help yourself to some lemonade if you'd like. I'll just be a minute." I nodded, smiling softly as I walked up his driveway to his porch. Before I entered his home I watched him as he put away his lawn mower. His shoulders bunching and releasing as he walked, pushing the machine to the side of his house. I took a deep breath once he turned around the corner and let myself into his house, determined to look around for a minute before he came back.
His house was what I always pictured it to be, if I had to, that is. There was a large screen TV in the living room with a surrounding entertainment center with speakers, a DVD player and CD player. He had his own collection of DVDs, some action movies, comedies and a few romances with the occasional horror film thrown in. There was a dark green couch and a match love seat with a small black table in the center for drinks and things.
His dinning room had a matching black table with six black padded chairs around it. His kitchen was like the kitchen in all of the other homes in the housing development -- a lot of counter space and cabinet room with an island in the middle of the kitchen to help with cooking. The only difference that I could see is that he had removed the white counter surfaces and replaced them with a dark, lush green to match his décor. His pots and pans that were hanging from the ceiling, were also black. His fridge black and silver.
His bathroom was bare, but that was to be expected since it was the bathroom that was downstairs. I had just walked back out of the bathroom when the front door opened and he walked into his house. He smiled at me.
"Taking a look around?" I blushed lightly at having been caught and nodded. His smile grew. "Wait 'till you see upstairs. My favorite room is up there." As he walked by me into the kitchen I could've sworn he winked at me. I could feel butterflies in my stomach already. I took a deep breath and followed him into the kitchen were he was pouring two glasses of lemonade for us. He handed me one while he put the pitcher away.
"So, Raevyn, tell me a little bit about yourself. Something that they didn't cover in that article. Something that all of your neighbors around here know." I took a deep breath and thought for a moment. What exactly did he want to know? He must've read the article already, so what could I tell him? And things the neighbors didn't know? My face must have looked funny because he started laughing. My face started to flush again and I took a sip to cover up my embarrassment. I was always told my face looked funny when I was concentrating too hard on something.
"Raevyn, you shouldn't have to think too hard about how to answer that question." He said, smiling.
"Well, Mr. Bridges-"
"Please. Call me Mike." I nodded.
"Well, Mike... I don't like it when people ask such open and vague questions. I'd like for them to be specific so that it'd be easier to answer." He smiled, that wicked twist entering his smile again.
"Alright, Raevyn." He set down his glass and came to stand behind me. He took my glass from me and set it on the counter, his hands coming down to rest lightly on my hips as he slowly pressed against my back. "Tell me, Raevyn. What's the farthest you've even gone with a boy?"
My face flushed as I tried to answer with out embarrassing myself. "I've had sex, if that's what you mean. Though it wasn't anything spectacular. He didn't really know what he was doing and there was a lot of fumbling around, to be honest. And, when he finally managed to get it right and he was able to, uhm, get in me, I didn't really feel anything because he was just small, I guess." Mike made a sympathetic noise from the back of his throat.
"My poor darling. Having to put up with a fumbling boy who knows nothing about what he's doing." One of his hands moved down from my hip to slowly slide up my bare thigh and underneath my skirt. My breath hitched slightly as I looked down to watch his hand, now covered up by my skirt, move across my skin.
"What's the most adventurous thing that you've ever done with a boy in bed?" he murmerd against my ear.
"Honestly? The only adventurous thing he knew how to do was biting. I didn't suggest anything else because I didn't want to scar him for life."
"And what would you have suggested, Raevyn?" My face flushed a brighter red, my cheeks burning.
"Ah, well. I would've suggested that we try, uhm, that we try..." The hand that was under my skirt moved to cup my sex in his hand.
"Try what?" My insides clenched as my hips started to rock into his hand.
"Anal." I whispered. He let out a breath against my ear, his own hips pressing harder against the small of my back. I could feel his hardness through his jeans.
"I think that we can do that, Raevyn, and so much more." He licked my neck, right below my ear, and my eyes fluttered shut. I let out a shaky breath.
"Like what?"
"Oh, you'll see." I could only nod as Mike removed his hand and turned me around to face him. His dark golden eyes looking into mine for a brief moment before he leaned down and kissed me. It wasn't like any kiss I'd had before. It was rough, dirty and possessive. He didn't wait for me to reciprocate, he merely took what he wanted and I had to grip his arms tightly as my legs were trying to decide if they should hold me up or not. He pulled back after a moment and smirked.
"Come on. Time to show you my favorite room." Before I could move, he griped my hips tightly and lifted me off of the floor, in my surprise, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and wound my arms around his neck. He looked into my eyes and smiled, pleased with my response. He slid his hands underneath my ass to support me as he walked. He went through the dinning room, and by-passed the living room to take the stairs.
The walls up the stairs has pictures of different people and places on them. They all had a slight resemblance to Mike so I assumed that they all were pictures of his family. I smiled at a picture that showed a younger looking Mike pushing an older looking man into a lake. My attention was brought back to Mike quickly when he suddenly let me go. It was such a surprise that I didn't make any move to hold onto him.
I bounced twice before I settled onto the King sized bed Mike had dropped me on. The comforter was black, with dark green pillows, and what looked like black silk sheets peeking out from underneath.
I had landed in almost the center of the bed, my legs splayed and my arms supporting me at my elbows as I finished looking around his room. The walls were dark green with black curtain over the window. When I looked around the room once more, I noticed that Mike wasn't there. Before I could call out to him, he reappeared from the master bathroom, carrying a small bottle of what appeared to be lubricant. My insides clenched again when he set the bottle onto the nightstand next to the bed.
I looked up at him as he stood there, still shirtless and just in his jeans. He was looking down at me, focusing his attention on how my skirt had ridden up my thighs from my fall. It just barely covered my underwear, but that didn't matter when Mike knelt down at the edge of the bed, his eyes level with my clad sex. He grabbed my calves and pulled, my body sliding towards the end of the bed. He stopped when my hips were at the edge, my skirt having moved down between my thighs.
He stood up for a moment, his hands moving to the top of my skirt and pulling down. I lifted my hips in an attempt to help him, but with his strength he didn't need it. Before my skirt and underwear had even touched the floor, Mike was kneeling again, his hands pressing against my thighs to make me spread my legs wider.
I brought my feet up to the bed, my hands gripping my ankles to help keep my legs spread. I felt hot breath against my exposed sex before there was this strange sensation of something wet, soft-but-hard, and hot against my clit before my mind supplied
