For those that were fans of the first two instalments (And I am flattered if it's even just one person) I apologize for the delay in part 3. Again, this is a story about an older married man, Brad, and how he had a mid-life sexual awakening with his eighteen-year old neighbor, Catherine. The names are changed slightly but I draw inspiration from very real people who occupy very real fantasies in my life. I'm new to this and I always love feedback and even encourage suggestions on ways to take these characters. I take the intimacy and reality seriously so women, let me know how I did! Enjoy and hope it does the trick!!
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The Suburbs Just Got Interesting, Part 3
Up until this point in my life the suburbs felt like my life on spin cycle where it was slowly washing away the color and excitement from my younger days. The routines, the lack of spontaneity, the referring to Lacrosse as "Ball" (Everyone knows "Ball" is Basketball), and the droning, banal conversations about full day Kindergarten or which subpar restaurant was the best had me sleepwalking through the first three years of white picket fence living. That was until I got to know my teenage neighbor Catherine a bit better.
We have had two encounters in the past week. First, I caught her in her parent's basement on her knees, sucking three high school boys while her two girlfriends looked on and rubbed their pussies. My dick made a questionable decision to interrupt that little party and (thanks to the little guy's indiscretion) I, along with the other three boys, ended up blowing a load all over Catherine's angelic face as the girls got off on the couch watching the action. I left that night sexually satisfied but utterly terrified by what consequences may await a married man who just face fucked his eighteen-year-old neighbor while being watched by a pack of kids from a generation that's notoriously famous for sharing everything.
The bad choices didn't stop there; the next day circumstances brought me face to face with young Catherine, alone, in my basement. I was scared she was going to regret our dalliance but also excited at the prospect of it happening again. We talked, laid down the parameters of whatever it is we're doing, and then I fingered her wet pussy as we grinded and groped each other to orgasm. We agreed to continue this thing but acknowledged it had to be discreet. I watched her ass bounce out of my house and across my lawn and knew the next time had to be soon. I needed Catherine. I needed to fuck her.
So, that leaves me here, a week later, sitting in front of my computer at work, my mind wondering to thoughts of Catherine's small, pert, porcelain tits while I look at my family calendar on the phone. Saturday and Sunday are blocked off with the event reading "Trip to Parents." My wife's parents live about two hours north of us in New York and we take the kids up there from time to time for holidays, birthdays, or in this case, just to hang out. My In-Laws wanted to take the kids to an animated movie that just came out and my wife wanted to get some shopping done with her Mom, which means she wanted to take advantage of her mother's generosity while picking up a few things she's had her eye on.
I sat staring at the event in my calendar and knowing that I wasn't going to be there this weekend because the thought of an empty house and a teenage girl living next door with an incredible sex drive had become an idea I couldn't suppress. The idea grew into an obsession and the obsession manifested itself into a plan. Whatever the logistics, the endgame was my family two hours away and me deep inside Catherine's pussy. I pulled up my texting screen and typed in "Wifey."
Me: Hey, would you kill me if I didn't go this weekend?
Wifey: Really? Why?
Me: We just got notes back from the client and I need to do work this weekend
Wifey: How much work? Do it in my Dad's office.
Me: It's quite a bit. And as much as I love your parents, it's not a great place to hunker down and work. I'll make it up to you next week. Promise
Me: Plus you don't need me around to shop, My credit card is useless when your mom is around ;-)
The blinking "..." on my screen drew every breath out of my body and I hung there, paralyzed, waiting for an answer.
Wifey: True. That's ok, it's more for my parents to hang with kids. But you owe me dinner next week!
Me: Done and done. Love ya
I put down my phone and took a long, deep breath. "Ok Brad, now you got the house, now how do you get the girl?"
I sent a second text to someone named "Dave"
Me: Hey what's up!? Give me a call, let's catch up!
I glanced out of my office which was a small 8 X 10 room with no door and all glass. Co-Workers outside of my door furiously typed and frantically shuffled from desk to desk and I sunk into my chair, hoping the buzz of the workday would drown out the immoral conversation I was about to have. Within a minute my cell buzzed and informed me "Dave" was calling. I answered quickly.
"Hey there, that was quick." I whispered from the deepest recesses of my office chair.
"Well, I told you I am good at this sort of thing," Catherine (Or "Dave" as we agreed upon to insure discretion) cheerily responded on the other line. "So what's up? I have to imagine this is good."
"It is, what are you doing this weekend?" The knot in my stomach wasn't expected, why was I so nervous?
Catherine hesitated for a second but then spoke up, "Nothing. Why? Aren't you going out of town?"
"No, not anymore. I got out of it so now I'm home all weekend," I paused, "Alone."
"And...what did you have in mind?" Catherine's cheeriness was now replaced by a measured, nervous tone.
"I thought you could come over Saturday night and we could continue to get to know each other." My voice cracked at the end leaving the sentence somewhere between a statement and a question.
"I'm supposed to go over to Ellen's house but, yeah, I'll come over. I could tell Ellen what I'm really doing, she won't care." She stumbled as she put together a plan of her own.
"Really?"
"Yeah, in fact she liked you! I bet she'd be more than happy to hear about how my night goes. You could pick me up there after my parents drop me off. Then back to your place for the night!" The bounce came back in her voice.
"I think that sounds like a wonderful plan." I started to caress the outline of my cock through my jeans thinking about the possibilities.
"Right! I can't wait. So...What do you want to do?" The cheeriness melted into an exaggerated husky voice.
"Ummm..." I slunk back into my office chair and lowered my voice, "I want you to suck me again."
"Um hm...and"
