Note: This is a fantasy about acts that would be immoral in reality.
The advantages to living next to Lake McCall are numerous. It's a gorgeous wooded area next to a national forest, with hiking trails and campsites nearby. If you have to go into the city, it's only an hour out. In the winter, the rich folk who treat their homes as summer homes head out, and it's quiet. Sometimes you get snowed in, isolated from the world.
The only real downside, as far as I'm concerned, were the neighbor's parties. My neighbors to the east had started letting their college-age daughter Jennifer use their house over the summer, while they're on a cruise or staying in Long Island. Unlike her parents, she didn't keep her music down or her parties under control. Nor did she reserve her parties for weekends, when a little bit of noise is not such a problem.
It was 2 a.m., on what I supposed was technically Wednesday morning, when I was woken up by a crashing sound. Like the idiot who dies in a horror movie, I put on a bathrobe and walked outside. Instead of a monster, though, I found Jennifer passed out in my lilacs.
The downside was that she'd crushed a dozen of my flowers when she drunkenly passed out. The upside, I had to admit, was that she was pretty cute. Her long, slender legs trailed across the border between the two yards, her bare feet lying in the lush grass on the far side. Her shorts only just covered her shapely ass, and did nothing to conceal her youthful curves. Her shirt had ridden up, revealing her tanned back and sides. Her black hair fell around her pretty face, but I could see her closed eyes and hear her gentle snoring.
I sighed. I didn't want to clean up her messes, even if she did annoy me with her parties at all hours, but I wasn't about to leave her outside like this either. So I stooped and tried to get her attention.
She didn't respond when I called her name, or touched her gently on the shoulder. It wasn't until I draped her arm over my shoulder and started lifting her up that she spoke.
"Nathan?" she mumbled.
I am not named anything close to Nathan, but it didn't seem like a time to argue.
"Sure, Jennifer," I said. "Let's get you inside."
I walked her up the path towards the side door. There were a dozen cars parked in front, so I was pretty sure she still had guests, but I didn't hear any loud music or signs of activity.
"I knew you'd come back, Nathan," she slurred.
"Of course," I said, sighing inwardly. "I couldn't leave you in the flowers by yourself."
"I couldn't drive to get more booze so I walked," she said, tapping her head.
"Clever," I said. I tried the side door and found it locked. "Can I have your keys?"
"Yes," she said. She did not move.
I sighed and reached over, gently patting her pockets until I found the bulge of her keys in her left front pocket. Delicately, trying not to grope her, I slid my fingers in and pulled her keys out.
"That's nice," she murmured.
"I'm glad," I said, trying to sort through the keys.
"You know I stayed on the pill for you," she added.
The downside to this statement was that it threw off my search for the right key by a good three seconds. The upside is that I found myself imagining what it would feel like to lead her to her bed and fuck her. From this angle I could see down her cleavage, and I imagined caressing her breasts, and kissing her, and filling her pussy with cum as she called me Nathan.
I reminded myself to focus, and managed to sort out the right key. The door swung silently open, and I led Jennifer into the dark hallway. Some of her guests were passed out on the couch, but none of them stirred as we passed.
I remembered, from a long-ago tour, that the main bedrooms were upstairs, so I led her up the broad carpeted stairs, feeling my way with my feet. The shades were mostly drawn, and only slivers of moonlight and an occasional appliance light lit our path.
"Here," she said, and I felt her start to stumble towards one of the bedrooms. I carried her in, turning her sideways so she went first, then stuck one leg out to see if the bed was within easy reach. It wasn't, so I hesitated a moment, waiting for my eyes to adjust.
"The pill still works if you skip a few days, right, Nathan?" she said, leaning her head on my shoulder.
I took a deep breath. I couldn't see anything, but I could smell her perfume, and her sweat, and the alcohol on her breath. I could feel the warmth of her skin beneath my hand, feel her chest rise and fall as she leaned on me. I could hear the almost imperceptible sound of her bare feet shifting on the carpet.
The upside to a question like this was that I now knew how easy it would be to swing the door shut and fuck her. The odds were good that she'd get pregnant, too. If she did, she'd probably throw fewer loud parties, and collapse in my flowers less often. I slid my hand down from her side to her belly, thinking of how she'd look pregnant. I knew there was a downside, but I couldn't focus on it. All that came to mind was what to say.
"Yeah," I heard myself say. "You're safe."
I reached back and swung the door shut. The darkness in the room was almost complete, with only a sliver of moonlight around the edge of the curtain. Gingerly, I started forward.
"That's good," Jennifer purred drunkenly. I reached the bed, and gently deposited her on it. I heard the covers shift as she crawled up towards the head. "Means I can welcome you back."
I pushed my robe off and let it fall to the floor. I'll need to keep track of these clothes, I thought as I kicked off my shoes and slid my pants down. I could hear the soft rustling as Jennifer stripped, along with a muted thump and a quiet "fuck" as she bumped into the headboard.
I dropped my shirt onto the ground. Naked, I climbed onto the bed. The blankets were soft beneath my hands and knees as I moved up until I touched her.
I laid down next to her, draping one arm across her belly. Her skin was soft and warm against mine as I caressed her. My wits were trying to remind me of the downsides, but I couldn't spare the time to think of them.
I rolled closer, pressing my body against her. I could feel the firm arc of her hip and the softness of her leg pressing against me, and smell her lavender shampoo.
The downside to keeping the lights off was that I knew how pretty she was. I wanted to see her perky breasts bouncing as I fucked her, wanted to watch her rock and twist as her pleasure rose, wanted to see her face as she came. The upside to keeping the lights off was that she was less likely to notice that I wasn't Nathan. So, instead of reaching for a lamp, I moved down to kiss her breast.
I found her side first, my initial kiss landing on her ribs. I could feel her gasp as much as I heard it, her chest rising beneath my lips. I moved up, my kisses rising up the gentle swell of her breast and discovering her nipple.
