Her name is Leah.
The first time I saw her, she totally threw me. Something about the way she smiled as she said hello when my co-worker Ryan introduced her totally floored me. That was it. I was completely sold on her.
She's not one of those drop-dead gorgeous, model-esque girls that most guys fantasize about. But she's not unfortunate looking either. She's cute. Better than average, I'd say.
Leah's mastered that girl-next-door thing. She's disarmingly charming, with a big heart and takes a genuine interest in everyone she talks to. She's got a smile that can light up a room. She's also smart, and can keep up a conversation about anything from mechanics to computers, current events to music and not skip a beat. I'm not exaggerating when I say she's pretty brilliant.
Don't get me wrong, she's definitely easy on the eyes too. She's short, probably around 5'3 if my guesses are correct. She's got an athletic build, and shoulder length, ash blonde hair that's highlighted to a bright, sunny blonde.
But the most intriguing thing about her is her eyes. Leah has these absolutely beautiful green, almost teal eyes. The way that they light up when she laughs is amazing. They're so expressive that I almost wanted to jump her right then.
It's safe to say that I'm completely infatuated with her. Fortunately for her, she doesn't have a clue. It's probably a good thing that Ryan doesn't either. That might cause a small issue, being that Leah and Ryan are married. I doubt that it would go over well for my workplace relationships if I tried to sleep with my co-workers wife.
So after that first day, I decided that I had better keep my distance. I don't handle rejection well, so attempting to pursue her, even though I know I have no chance, only to end up getting shot down and losing my shit might not be the best plan.
Unfortunately for me, the best decisions aren't always the ones I end up sticking to.
It worked for a few months. Sort of. But then, I decided that I had to talk to Leah again. So, I made up my mind that I'd accept Ryan's offer to get together with them for drinks. My heart skipped when I saw Leah. I swear she looked even better than I remembered.
The way she said my name as we talked made my thoughts wander off. I wondered how it would sound as she said it while she laid underneath me, writhing and moaning as I pumped in and out of her. I found myself getting hard while we talked even though the conversation was completely normal, the thought of hearing her beautiful voice crying out in the throes of passion stuck in my head. My obsession had officially started.
After I got home that night, I sent her a friend request. She accepted it. I spent hours looking through her profile and her photos. I made up my mind that Ryan was one lucky bastard. Everything about her was perfect. It made me want her even more.
I'm not even ashamed to admit that she looked so hot in one of her pictures that I jerked off to it. As I blew my load, I imagined how hot Leah would look on her knees in front of me as I shot my come all over her face.
I started talking to her quite often. Pretty soon, I had moved up to texting with her occasionally. One day Ryan and I were joking around at work, and Ryan made some sarcastic comment about hitting on Leah. My heart started racing. "I'm just kidding, Jason, it's okay." Ryan said, noticing my discomfort. Thankfully, he misread my anxiety. What he didn't know was how badly I wanted to do more than flirt with her.
It was around then that things started to get crazy. I started fantasizing about her often. I wondered how her body would feel underneath mine. I wondered how her kiss would taste. I started talking to her every day. I made off color comments just to see how she'd react. She was so innocent, it drove me crazy. I started driving by their house a couple times a week.
As the weather warmed up, I noticed as I drove by one day that she had started running. She had a decent pace, probably averaging about a nine and a half minute mile. Her legs were well toned. I couldn't stop staring. She had a nice ass too. I checked her out that first night I met her, but there was a big difference between the pants she was running in and the jeans she was wearing then.
Another thing that I noticed was how fair she was. Even after a couple of weeks, she still looked just as pale as she did the first day I saw her running. Initially I thought that it was because I met her in the middle of winter. But she truly had a porcelain complexion. She must reflect the sun or something, because I've never seen anyone stay so fair.
My stalking began to grow more involved. I found a secluded spot that I could sit and watch her without being noticed. She looked beautiful as she ran by, her blonde ponytail bobbing along behind her. She usually lapped by three times, four if she was feeling ambitious.
I started getting bolder. Leah was home alone a few nights a week, because Ryan was out doing whatever extracurricular that he was in to. After dark, I'd walk by the back of her subdivision. Through the blinds of her living room window, I could see her, curled up in a chair, reading a book, working on her laptop, or occasionally watching television. If it was open, I could occasionally hear when she had music playing. She listened to everything. Some nights, it would be country or 80's rock, other nights, metal.
One night, I had a near miss. I was so lost in my own thoughts as I watched her that I didn't realize she had come outside to water the plants on her patio. I was only a few feet away. In the twilight, she couldn't see me, since I was hidden in the bushes, but it was close. She was wearing pink fleece shorts that barely covered anything, and a gray tank top. The pale pink straps of her bra slid down her shoulders as she crouched down to pluck some dead leaves from one of the plants. Her hair was still wet from her post-run shower. I almost made my move and took her right then.
When I got home that night, I couldn't stop thinking about her. My desire for her had become too much. I had to have her. I found myself becoming instantly hard as a rock the second my thoughts wandered to Leah, which was becoming more and more frequently. It was time to put my plan into action.
It was a Wednesday, which meant Leah would be home alone. One thing that I had noticed from the times I had watched her, was that on days she ran when she was home alone, she put a spare key under the paw print stepping stone she had in the flowerbed. She was out for about forty five minutes. Plenty of time for me to swipe the key, make a copy and replace the original.
I hid in the bushes at the front of her unit as she left for her run. As she stretched in her driveway, I couldn't tear my eyes away. Damn she was flexible. As soon as she was off, and had made her way down the street safely out of view, I moved as quickly as I could over to the stone, grabbed the key, and took off. No one saw me as I walked back to my car.
Twenty five minutes later, I was back hiding in my spot, the key safely replaced in its proper place. About fifteen minutes later, Leah came into view. She was her normal hot, sweaty post-run mess. I could only imagine how she'd look all hot and sweaty from being fucked until she couldn't stand straight.
She walked inside, closing the door behind her. I didn't hear the lock click closed. My pulse quickened. I could follow her inside. I could take her. Catch her coming out of the shower. I felt myself growing hard as I pictured her wet and naked, toweling herself off.
I waited a few minutes, and approached the door. As I turned the knob, I felt the hesitation of the lock. I used the key that I had just made. I slipped quietly up the stairs, following the noise of the shower. I cautiously looked around the corner into her bedroom. No sign of her. I slowly moved so that I could see into the bathroom, but still be hidden from her view. There she was, the sheer curtain leaving little to my imagination.
I had originally planned on coming back. But now, as I hid, watching her shower, that plan went out the window. I had to have her now. I was going to do it. I slipped out of her bedroom, moving down the hallway to her laundry room. From the darkness there, I could watch her without being seen.
A few minutes later, the shower turned off. Leah walked out of the bathroom, her towel wrapped around her, hair wet and messy. She started rubbing lotion all over herself. I groaned quietly to myself as I watched. My cock was so damn hard that I thought it was going to tear through my pants.
Leah laid down on her bed, the towel still wrapped around her. One knee up, arms over her head. It was almost like she was begging for me to come fuck her. Now was my opportunity. I wasn't waiting any longer. I couldn't wait.
Leah's eyes snapped open as she felt me climb on the bed. She instantly brought her knees up and tried to push me off of her. But amazingly enough, she didn't scream like I thought she would. She was strong. It was a struggle to overpower her, but eventually I did. Feeling her fight back against me made me even harder.
As I pinned her down, she whimpered in protest. She knew that I had beaten her. "Jason? What are you doing?" she pleaded. Those beautiful green eyes were wide with fear. Her voice cracked. I could feel her shaking beneath me.
"Oh come on, Leah," I said quietly as I leaned closer to her, "you know why I'm here." My voice had a sinister tone. I wanted her to know I wasn't playing games. "Just do what I want and you'll be fine."
As she listened, I watched her response as it all clicked in her mind. Her fear gave way to terror. She knew exactly what I was planning to do.
"No." She whispered as she stared up at me, "Please Jason, don't do this."
"Don't worry; you'll enjoy this as much as I'm going to." I said to her. I grinned down at her as I pulled the towel away. She shuddered as I left her exposed. She wanted to cover herself, but she couldn't. I groaned as I looked her over. What I saw was far better than any fantasy. Her creamy white skin was so soft. Her small, A-cup breasts were perky, with small pink nipples that were begging to be teased. As my eyes ventured down, I noticed that she was totally shaved.
