Angela was the girl next door. Literally. She lived next door to David and he had effectively known her all her life. She was quite pretty and a trifle shy, and David had been wanting her since she first started to mature. Unfortunately, being almost twice her age was a slight drawback, as there was just no way she was going to see him as anything but a sort of honouree uncle.
Tonight though, things were going to change. Her parents were away for the weekend. They considered that, at nineteen, Angela was quite capable of looking after herself and were quite happy to leave her at home alone. They had, of course, let David know they would be away so he could keep a fatherly eye on Angela, just in case she needed something.
David watched, waiting for the lights next door to go out. Then he waited a little longer. It was a hot night and it might take Angela a while to drift off to sleep. He didn't mind waiting.
Eventually, considering the time was right, David headed over. Being a trusted neighbour he had a spare key, and he was finally putting it to good use.
Moving quietly into Angela's bedroom David paused for a moment, admiring the girl lying on the bed, bathed in moonlight. Making allowances for the hot weather, Angela was clad only in a light t-shirt and panties, and the bed covers had been flipped to the side.
Stripping, David then approached the bed, considering his next move. Ideally, he wanted Angela naked before she woke up. It would make it a lot simpler if he didn't have to tear clothes off a struggling lover. Anticipating this problem David had brought a solution with him.
Teasing up the edges of Angela's panties, a pair of sharp scissors made short work of the thong straps. The panties were still in place but would fall away as soon as she moved. Similarly, a long cut along the side of the t-shirt, including the short sleeve, and the t-shirt would also fall away. It might remain tangled on one arm, but that wouldn't bother him.
Satisfied, he sank down onto the bed and started stroking Angela, not trying to move any of the material away at this point, content to be just touching.
Angela woke with a start. Someone was touching her. She gasped and sat up with a jerk, feeling her t-shirt falling away from her as she did so. Eyes wide, she tried to take in the enormity of the figure sitting on her bed and holding her breast. (David had been quite happy to take hold of her bounty as soon as the t-shirt had dropped away.)
"Who are you?" she demanded. "Get out before I scream."
"Calm down, Angela," came a voice she knew well. "There's no use screaming. There's only you and me here. I thought it was time to get to know you better. A lot better."
The hand on her breast was pressing against her, forcing her back down onto the bed. Angela attempted to roll away from David and off the far side of the bed, but David swung one of his legs across her, pinning her down and effectively leaving her lying there with her legs spread.
"What do you think you're doing?" Angela demanded. "You shouldn't be here. Just go away. Please!"
"What I'm doing here is initiating you into being a proper woman," drawled David. "I've watched you grow. Now I want to see what you've become."
