It was a cold November night. A light dusting of snow had just started to fall as James sat in his car. Waiting. He sat patiently across the street and observed the small house whose occupant he knew to be inside. A college student. A girl of only 19 years old.
The porch light remained off. It was getting later and later. Surely he should make his attempt to go in soon. And he was getting impatient. He could feel his balls ache from both anticipation and retention of his sperm.
He was anticipating imminent relief from his forthcoming ejaculation.
The front door slowly opened and a shadowy figure emerged. A young male college student. He was glad he waited just a bit longer. It would have created a difficult situation to have surprised them both. His intention was for her to be the only occupant of the house when he entered.
As the male figure slowly walked away and down the street he began to make his move. Silently, slowly, he crept across the street and up to the front door. The porch light was still off, obscuring his presence from anyone that might possibly be watching or driving by. James was a very big man. Not fat, but rather tall and muscular. Well over six feet, his broad shoulders and imposing presence would certainly alarm someone who ran into him unexpectedly in the dark. That scenario had to be avoided.
His hand reached for the door knob. He found it locked. Apparently the individual that just left the house had locked it behind him prior to leaving.
Good boy.
Heaven forbid someone enter the house in the middle of the night and rape the unsuspecting occupant. No matter. In no time at all he had reached into his pocket and produced a single silver key. The door unlocked and swung silently open. After he closed it behind him he locked it again, including the dead bolt.
Silently he padded across the living room and toward the young woman's bedroom. The interior of the house was totally dark. But he didn't need any light to help guide him. He already knew the layout of the floorplan well. He knew exactly where she would be, and where he would find her.
His cocked twinged as he felt a quick rush of blood begin to engorge it. Fueled by lust, he would soon have his urgent needs met.
The open curtains of her bedroom window allowed reflected light off the snow outside to stream in, giving him sufficent illumination to observe the interior. He found the occupant in her bed, laying on her side and covered only by a thin sheet. Her small form, while thin and waifish, still showed the signs of a curved feminine hip.
He closed the curtains without making a sound. By now his eyes had adjusted to the dimmer light and he could move freely to the side of her bed without bumping into anything. She still had not moved.
His hand reached down toward the bedside table. His fingers made a twisting action. The lamp illuminated with his action.
The girl's eyes opened, squinting due to the sudden light. She turned her head to look up at him, and with a gentle smile she spoke, "It's about time. I was wondering if you would show up."
Her eyes finally began adjusting to the light and began to open, revealing their brilliant blue hue. Her long strawberry blonde hair was slightly curly, but was messy. unkempt, and spread out across her pillow.
It was the hair of someone who had just been fucked.
James sat down on the side of the bed and looked at her. She rolled onto her back and gave him a somewhat mischievous grin. He reached for the top of the sheet that obscured her from his view and began to slowly peel it back. Her small, athletic frame began to come into full view. The freckels that lined her neck continued down her sternum, between the two pale, small mounds of her breasts. She was barey an A-cup, and they would have been hardly noticeable except for their two quarter-sized bright pink nipples that were fully erect.
Pink Hershey Kisses. James' mouth watered.
He flung the remainder of the sheet toward the foot of the bed, fully revealing the remainder of her thin, youthful body. A full patch of strawberry blonde pubic hair adorned her between her legs. There was no doubt left in any of her lovers' minds that her hair color was totally natural.
"I got your text message earlier this week," he said. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."
His hand pressed against the top of her chest and began to trace down her sternum. He rubbed first one breast and then the next, cupping what flesh there was and feeling the hardness of her erect nipples in his palm. She arched her back and moaned.
"I knew you would show up. There's no way you could pass this up," she replied in a sultry tone.
