Literature My Erotica Story

[Lucylynn]

Vroom. Vroom-vrooom. Vroom vroom vroooooom.

What in the fuck is going on?! Lucy rolled over, pulling her pillow over her head in an attempt to drown out the noise blasting through her window.

The noise happened again, this time she opened her eyes to stare at the wall, burning a hole into it with the intensity of the most powerful laser on the planet. The third time, her ears distinguished it to be a motorcycle, not in the distance or even on the street, but sounding more like right next door.


Vroom. Vroom-vrooom. Vroom vroom vroooooom.


The fourth time sent her over the edge and she shot straight up, her sheet falling to her waist. Who in the hell is working on a motorcycle at eight in the morning?!


Throwing back the sheet, she raced over to her window, peeking out from behind the curtain. In the neighbor’s driveway sat a motorcycle, its idling more subdued than the irritating revving of the engine. She searched for the culprit of who would have such the crazy idea of disturbing the peace so early. Her eyes didn’t pick up a soul and with a grumble and a sigh, she traipsed back to her bed, sliding under her sheets, their coolness wrapping around her naked body. Closing her eyes, she made peace with the fact she was awake, snuggling in, getting comfortable, slowing her breathing, all with the intent to drift off.


Vroom. Vroom-vrooom. Vroom vroom vroooooom.

Okay, whoever the fuck you are, this is bullshit. How fucking dare you ruin my first day of summer break from college?

Once again, she tossed the sheet aside, jumping out of bed, and grabbing for a pink tank top.

She added white shorts and she was down the steps in a heartbeat and to the outside without even bothering to stop to slip into sandals.

The motorcycle continued to idle, not anyone in sight. “Hello? Is there anyone around?”

No answer. She stepped closer to the neighbor’s driveway, now in the shadow of the garage, and even though it was warm on the Friday before Memorial Day, she felt goosebumps cover her body.

“Hey!” She yelled again, louder, more frustrated over how ridiculous this whole scene was playing out. She shook her head, turning, giving up on a peaceful morning.

“Miss, may I help you?” A deep baritone voice called out from behind.

She spun back around, the grass grinding under her foot. And she about fell over.

He was tall. Probably 6’3”, maybe 6’4”.

He was dark. Milk chocolate to be exact.

And he was handsome. A Greek statue to be exact.

He stepped closer, wiping his hand on an oily cloth he was carrying. His eyes dipped down to her chest, not lifting, not unabashed at his stare.

It made her look down at herself. Nipples is all she saw, protruding through the tank top.

Shit! I didn’t put a bra on.

Instinct took over and she crossed her arms to hide herself as she glared back, nodding towards the motorcycle. “Do you have to do that right now?”

He lifted his eyes back up to her, a grin plastering on his face, unspoken in saying he got caught looking but he didn’t care. “Why? Do we have a noise ordinance in the neighborhood nowadays?”

“Well. No!” She scoffed back, shaking her head, blond hair flying around her shoulders.

Chuckling, he moved to the motorcycle, moving some switches, and the bike shuts off. She stared dumbfounded over how much his muscles glided under his t-shirt, one seemingly a little small. It made his arms pop, the sleeves looking like they were cutting off circulation. The sun showed off his bald head and right then and there it was a turn on, especially with the small beads of sweat glistening.

“So why can’t I be working on my motorcycle?” Before she could even realize it, he was in front of her, peering down.

She looked up into brown eyes that were like little pools of mocha of which she wanted to dip herself into. “I-I was, well, um, I was trying to sleep in.”

“Where?” He replied, smiling down and she tightened her arms around herself to hide her breasts from his vantage point.

Twisting at the waist, she pointed, keeping her arm close, “Up there.”

“Hmmmm.” is all he said, looking up towards her bedroom window. “Sorry I didn’t check your schedule, Sleeping Beauty.”

Oh. Add humor to the tall, dark, and handsome. She wanted to giggle, biting down on her lip from having one escape, needing to keep up her chagrined girl personality so she wouldn’t jump in his arms and ask him to take her away. “Yeah you need to. Therefore thank you for your consideration of future manners of this sort.” She spun, trying to whip her hair into him, trying to add some spunkiness to his sarcasm.

She stomped back to the front door, faking with all her might indignation. She wanted to be sure she was in charge of the early mornings around here, not him. The breeze carried to her ears another chuckle speaking volumes he didn’t quite believe her attitude. And it wasn’t lost on her she could feel his eyes all over her ass.

Hurrying up the steps, she wanted back in the house, so much so she didn’t care if he saw her bouncing or not. Because as soon as she was behind the closed door, she slid down to the floor, heat generated from her core she had been tamping down now raging all over her chest and upward to her cheeks. She was flustered, with weak knees and breathing hard as if she had run a marathon. But the biggest effect he had on her was the excitement between her thighs, the light dampness felt on her shorts, how she craved after only a few minutes to feel him there.

Sighing, she pushed herself up off the floor to go back to bed.

Well Lucy, it might be quite the summer.

 

[Lucylynn]

2.

The long holiday weekend proved exactly as such. She did it to herself she reckoned, one long party from Friday night until early Tuesday morning when she finally crashed into bed. One last weekend of college life she told her chagrined dad when he questioned and complained about her coming home at two or three o’clock Sunday morning.

It started innocent enough, waking up around three Friday afternoon with her phone call from her best friend in high school, Amy. “Let’s go out tonight and catch up. It’s been months since I’ve seen you.”

“Sure,” Lucy replied, sitting up in bed, feeling the tangled mess of her hair falling onto her shoulders. “Where to?”

“I was thinking The Ranch.” Amy’s voice purred through the phone. “I hear there’s a band playing there who’s really good.”

Raking her fingers through her hair, nodding, Lucy ventured another question for additional information. “What time? And are you picking me up or what?”

“I’ll be at your house around 8:30.” Amy answered, with a giggle. “So that means be ready at 8. Okay?”

“Yeah, yeah okay,” Lucy sighed, knowing full well Amy was teasing her about never being on time.

A click and Amy was gone, only silence coming from her cell phone. Lucy sighed and pulled up facebook, scrolling through it before switching over to Twitter, losing herself over the next hour, until a text popped up onto her screen.

I hear you’re going to the bar tonight.

It was her ex from high school, Johnny.

Yeah I am. Who told you?

She already knew before her phone pinged with the answer.

Amy. It’ll be nice to see you.

She didn’t give him any sort of a response. She shifted to sitting on the side of the bed, a mixture of emotion coursing through her. Excitement because after breaking up two years ago, Johnny still had a piece of her heart, even after she discovered he cheated on her while she was away at school. Which brought her to irritation because she knew damn well he wasn’t gonna leave her alone tonight.

And it’s exactly what happened. The moment she and Amy showed up at the bar, Johnny was all over her. All she wanted to do was have fun, get blitzed, maybe mack on some cute guy, and pass out in bed. He certainly contributed to the drunk part, buying her and Amy shots throughout the night. But didn’t allow any guy to even have much of a conversation with her. Anytime one would come up to her, whether at their table or out on the dance floor, Johnny would appear. Between little innuendos mentioned to these men or actions such as grinding against her as he danced from behind, she had no hope of attracting any guy. Which led her to failing to have fun, with frustration setting in and by two am, she was ready to pass out.

Except Amy left her hanging to drive around with Lucas, someone she had sort of started dating. But the giggle and gleam in her eye told Lucy that driving around really was code for fucking. And guess who readily volunteered to drive her home? Fucking Johnny.

She felt his hand practically on her ass as he helped her into his overcompensatory of a truck. Once he was settled in, he padded the seat next to him in which she declined to sit next to him.

“What’s the matter, you used to like sitting next to me, Lucy.” He chuckled as he started the truck, the engine adding to the fact the truck was more than he needed.

“That’s when I was your girlfriend,” She shot back, glaring, hoping the lights of the dash would show him her face. “You know, back before you cheated on me?”

His chuckle rang out within the confines of the truck and his hand found her thigh, sliding up to borderline inappropriate. She pushed his hand away. What the fuck, does he think he still has the okay do that?

He must have read her mind as the truck left the parking lot. “What? Can’t we be friends? With benefits? It’s not like I’ve been there before?”

“Fuck no Johnny,” She raised her voice to show anger. “You lost that fucking priviledge when you put your dick into another girl. What a fucking asshole thing to do.”

“Okay, okay, I get the hint.” His smirk was almost visible through the darkness. Except his next question revoked the idea he understood. “What about road head? You know since I’m driving you home so you don’t have to walk along the railroad tracks to find your way to your parents’ house.”

She sighed, shaking her head, looking out the window, resigning to the fact he wanted to use her as a pawn, a means to an end, But she wasn’t gonna go into it without offering her own end of the deal. She looked across the seat, his face flashing as he drove past street lights. “If I do that, will you leave me alone if you see me out? Like seriously, tonight was not okay for you to be all over me.”

He shifted in his seat, almost relaxing and stretching out. “Yeah, yeah, sounds good.”

She studied his face for a few seconds, trying to determine if he was genuine. She couldn’t tell. Fuck I don’t want to blow him but for fuck’s sake, I don’t want him hanging all over me every fucking night I go out.

Unbuckling her seat belt, she swung her knees up onto the seat, facing him and she leaned forward, unzipping his pants. A sharp intake of his breath resounded in her ears the moment she pushed her hand inside, finding him half hard. A couple of strokes and a rub along his tip, he was fully aroused.

“God damn it Lucy, that feels good. Give me your mouth.” His demand came in the form of a hiss as the wheel jerked beside her.

She complied, taking him into her mouth, lowering her lips down sliding along. Suctioning back up, creating negative pressure against his shaft. Up and down, her hair falling about her face, she provided stimulation for him, adding in a hand.

He must have started driving one handed because she felt his hand roaming from her neck, down her back, and to her ass. His hand squeezed it before coming back up and the truck lurched to the right, halting so quickly she almost slid off the seat. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

His words had barely reached her ears when she felt his warm liquid shoot into her mouth and she wasn’t allowed to pull off, his hand holding her down, making her swallow. She choked and gagged, feeling him twitch and throb until he was done, the pressure on the back of her head relieved, and she sat up.

“Fucking hell Lucy,” He exclaimed as he zipped up his pants. “That was good.”

“Screw off, Johnny.” His chalky taste all over her lips and tongue. “Just remember to leave me alone next time if you see me in the bar or even the fucking store.”

“Don’t be such a bitch. And by the way, you’re home.” He pointed past her and she followed with her eyes, indeed seeing they were sitting on the street outside her parents’ house.

“Good,” She snarled, pushing the door open with force. “Thanks for the ride I guess.” She slammed the door shut, pausing a moment to look up through the window back at Johnny. He didn’t say anything, only to look out his front windshield, the truck rumbling as if he was releasing the brake enough for it to move forward, signalling he was impatient to go. “Yeah, you’re welcome for the blowjob.” She hurled her words through the open window.

He said something she couldn’t make out over the truck engine and he took off, leaving her in a small cloud of exhaust.

And that was Friday night.

Saturday consisted of sleeping in and nursing a hangover. It was early afternoon when she rolled out of bed. Her parents were gone, some social event involving her mom’s work as a lawyer. She stood in the kitchen, still in last night’s clothes, popping a couple of tylenol to dampen down the raging headache. When out from the garage, pushing a lawnmower was the mysterious man she had met yesterday.

He was wearing a cut off San Francisco 49ers T-shirt. Its whiteness was a stark contrast to his dark chocolate skin. The sleeves were cut off, exposing arms as thick and as strong as the big wide steel pipes she had seen at her dad’s construction company. He pushed the mower effortlessly, as if he was out for a casual walk, his big hands completely wrapped around the handle. She wondered if he had a six pack under that T-shirt and she dismissed the thought, knowing damn well he did.

Gripping the counter hard, feeling her finger tips whiten, another thought crossed her mind, one involving how her small frame would fit with his and she blushed wildly at the thought.

Get a hold of yourself, Lucy!

You need to go back to bed some more before going out with Amy again.

And so she did exactly as she instructed herself to do, even as certain parts of her body screamed to stay and watch him out the window. Dragging herself up the stairs, she also ignored her body’s requests to peek out her bedroom window for another viewing. Instead she turned her phone on, bluetoothing her spotify playlist to a speaker to drown out the lawnmower noise. Then she buried herself under a multitude of blankets and a bedspread to fall asleep.

It was a restless one to attempt, finally falling into one. Until he walked in, the man next door, now with his shirt off so she could confirm the rock hard abs. All sweaty from working outside, he sat down on the edge of her bed, pulling her covers back. She laid unmoving on her side until he placed a hand on her shoulder to push her onto her back. Complying, she watched his eyes as they moved to her breasts, his expression saying he enjoyed what he saw. She ragged a breath in, wanting him to touch them and must have given him a hint because his hand slid down to her left one, completely cupping it over her blouse. She moaned from a little ripple of pleasure as his thumb caressed her nipple and her brain begged for more. But for some reason, her phone started pinging impatiently, over the music being played, demanding to be answered.

She woke up.

Fuck that was a dream??

 

[Lucylynn]

3.
Amy met her at her house for a second night out Saturday and as the Uber left, they discussed where to go. Not even letting Amy get a chance to suggest The Ranch, Lucy suggested they go into the city. She received an inquisitive look from Amy, who was about to ask why but Lucy beat her to the punch.

“Cause it’s something different and may be a bit fun.”

That reasoning didn’t match with her thought.

I fucking don’t want to see Johnny.


About a half hour later, the uber was pulling up to this hip-hop bar called Tazzles. As they were both getting out, she hollered at Lucy over the roof of the car. “So what’s the goal tonight?”

Lucy giggled, shrugging, throwing her hands into the air, “I don’t know. Get drunk, meet some cute guys, and maybe fuck them?”

Amy’s laughter rang out over the music coming from inside the dance club. As the Uber drove away, they clasped hands together to scurry to the line forming outside the club, their heels clicking on the concrete. Luckily it was early yet and a few minutes later, they were inside.

They split up as Amy went to the bar for drinks and found a round circular table for them. She had only begun to survey the room when Amy returned, two martini glasses in hand.

The music was loud, the lights blazing out over the dancefloor and Amy had to shout to be heard. “So what are the prospects tonight?”

“I don’t know yet.” Lucy yelled back, her eyes roaming the other tables, until she found what she was looking for, two guys sitting, each with a bottle of beer in hand, probably looking around the room much as she was. She elbowed Amy, nodding their direction, and together they nodded. Their prey had been sighted and now it was time to reel them in. Lucy threw her head back, chugging down her Cosmo, and then raising her empty glass in the air, toasted the two guys, tipping the glass side to side to show it was empty.

One guy certainly got the signal, nudging his friend, and saying something. Seconds later they were at their table. One of them leaned in, shouting over the music, “What are you ladies drinking?”

Lucy giggled, looking at Amy before responding to the one asking the question. “Cosmos, mixed drinks, shots, whatever you want to buy us tonight.”

The guy laughed and spoke to his friend who let her and Amy know they would be right back.

Lucy took the opportunity to make sure the deal between herself and Amy still stood when it came to guys. She leaned over to her friend. “So we still let them choose who they wanna be with,right?”

Amy only nodded, laughing, and as Lucy waited for round 2 of drinks, she danced in place next to the table, the music already making her jam.

The two guys returned, one with probably more Cosmos and the other with four shot glasses. Lucy hooted as it was all set down on the table, fist pumping as two of the shots were pushed across the table. She and Amy picked up the glasses and together, the four of them all shouted something the music stole away from everyone’s ears. The glasses clinked and everyone threw their head back to down the shot. It burned for Lucy as it did, it was warm as well and as she swallowed, she figured it was Fireball.

Over the next hour or so, the shot glasses slowly lined up along with martini glasses and beer bottles. Lucy didn’t hold back, the feeling of drunkenness too enticing, too desirable, too needy not to shy away from. In between all the drinking, Lucy and Amy found out the guys’ names were Brad and Jackson, high school friends, one going to Stanford and the other to UCLA. Much like the girls, they were out partying, glad the college semester was over, and looking forward to the summer.

The music became louder, the strobe lights making the room spin when coupled with the alcohol, all as the time marched forward. The drunk haze blurred her eyesight, but not enough she didn’t lose focus on how incredibly hot both Brad and Jackson were. She made sure she talked to each of them, flirted and teased, and even sassed them. It was what she and Amy did, the innocent little dance to help the guys along in choosing who they like more without them realizing what was happening.

But the time came in the night she needed to move. Specifically to dance. And so she shouted to the group exactly what her plans were. And as the upbeat of the music, the bass pounding into her core, she danced her way to the dancefloor, arms above her. It didn’t take long for her to be joined as she felt hands sliding around her waist, pulling her back. It was Brad and she laid her head against his rock hard chest as he controlled her hips, making her grind into his bulge. She reached up with a hand caressing his brown hair, and he leaned over to kiss her. She pressed her ass harder against him, feeling him thicken, teasing him as she gyrated hard. The music was too uptempo for what she was doing but she didn’t care. She was horny and she only had one end goal in mind.

So she made her final move. Turning to face Brad, she hooked him around the neck, pulling him down as she leaned up, straddling his thigh. She kissed him hard, deep open ended kisses meant to draw his tongue in. She sucked on it, delivering a message of what it and her mouth could do elsewhere. It worked because he breathed hard, his hand grabbing her ass to wedge her onto his leg, forcing her rub herself along his jeans, tearing her mouth away from his, she kissed and bit along to his ear where she simply stated.

“I’m going to the bathroom.”

She pulled herself away, the fiery raging heat between her thighs making it difficult for her knees to work. Or maybe it was all the alcohol, she didn’t really care. At the edge of the dance floor, she stopped, throwing a look back to Brad, a ‘come hither’ look she hoped he would pick up on. Then she disappeared into the crowd to seek out the bathroom.

It was the typical bathroom type, a toilet and sink with a mirror and she didn’t lock the door once inside. She looked into the mirror, trying to do some justice to her wet damp hair due to the heat of the bar. She grabbed a paper towel to dab around her collarbone, drying away the sweat when the door opened behind her.

Brad had gotten the message. He stepped in and Lucy heard the faint click of the door locking. She was alone with him, exactly what she wanted, and needed.

He didn’t waste a second, stepping up behind her, his hands on the hem of her skirt, sliding it up around her waist.He cupped her ass as he groped her, the other hand applying pressure to the back of her neck to bend her over the sink. She complied, stepping back into him, feeling his full hard-on, and she widened her feet to both brace herself as well as making herself available. Brad’s hand left her ass but she felt it between them, hearing his zipper, and then the hard rod he had laying against her ass. She felt him grab it, positioning it, and thrusted hard.

The wetness she had from the flirting and the teasing, the grinding, and making out was brought to fruition. Brad drove himself into her, his cock stretching her inner folds around him. She lost focus of herself in the mirror for a few seconds as spirals of light representing the depth his cock reached, the internal nerves on fire as he pulled back, thrusting again.

Lucy did her part, bouncing back as he fucked her. He controlled her by her hair while he shoved a hand up her top, pushing her bra off a tit so he could squeeze and pinch her nipple. That drove her crazy wild, sending waves of excitement between her thighs. His fucking was hard, powerful, pressing her hot thighs against the cold porcelain of the sink. He picked up the pace, clamping down on her tit, starting to grunt as he pounded into her. Leading up to one big moan disguised under the blast of music outside the door as he cummed inside her, spurt after spurt of cum hitting her cervix.

Brad gyrated himself against her, his cock teasing and jolting her clit, and she gripped hard onto the sink to keep from her knees giving out. She wanted to cum herself but she understood the constraints against her, the public restroom, the alcohol hindering her body to fully enjoy, and probably the fact that Brad just wanted to use her.

“This was hot as fuck.” Brad said, out of breath and zipping up. As she straightened up, he pulled her back into him, landing a kiss on her cheek, and growling. “You felt good and I hope we can do it again.” Then he was gone, back out the door, and she was left alone. He was already leaking out of her but she didn’t care as she tugged her skirt down and adjusted her breast back into her bra and smoothed her top out. Lastly, she tossed her hair, fluffing it, and peered into the mirror to try to make sure she had no evidence outwardly of being fucked.

Even though she hadn’t cummed, the thrill of bathroom sex and possibly getting caught kept her legs from working properly. She was weak in the knees from the hard pounding given to her by Brad and as she walked out of the bathroom with sticky thighs, everything was subsiding inside her. It was late, she was beyond drunk, and she was in a state of bliss from fucking. She was ready to go home.

Back at the table, Brad was already there drinking another beer. Jackson had an arm around Amy’s waist. Lucy stopped in front of her friend, leaning in, “I’m ready to go home.”

 

[Lucylynn]

Amy nodded and said something to Jackson who was obvious with his facial expression he was disappointed. Amy grabbed her phone, probably to dial up an Uber which she confirmed when she said, “Our ride will be here in five minutes.”

Lucy acknowledged she heard, grabbing her purse off the table. Once again, a message was passed to Jackson who relayed it to Brad. A nod of understanding crossed over Brad’s face as he took another drink of beer before setting the bottle down to follow her outside.

“Can I get your number? He asked as the Uber pulled up.

She nodded, replying, “Yeah it’s 818-279-0631.”

His fingers flew over the keys to store her contact info and she followed Amy into the backseat of the car. Both of them waving goodbye, Lucy’s body was giving way to exhaustion and drunkenness. She leaned against Amy, resting her head on her shoulder, and her friend held her close.With closed eyes, the swirling of drunken stupor behind eyelids, Lucy mumbled, “I hope you had fun.”

Lucy felt her hair raked gently through and a “Shhhh” from Amy. It was all she needed to pass out on the car ride home.

 

[Lucylynn]

4.
Lucy got out of Amy’s car, around 10 Sunday night. This morning hadn’t been too good to her, a hard Sunday morning coming down. Hungover, queasy, a headache that would kill most men, and blurred memories of last night. Lights, loud music, rows of shot glasses, and images of her in a bathroom sink mirror as she was being fucked. She was barely able to keep her birth control pill down and all she could do for most of the morning was lay in bed, unable to sleep well, more like a restless drifting in and out, while the blood vessels in her head threatened to pop out. Back and forth between hot and cold, sweating at times as her body worked out all the poison she drank last night, smelling of booze, sweat, and sex, it was about three in the afternoon when she began feeling better.


So when Amy texted her around then to see if she wanted to do something tonight, Lucy, knowing she was all partied out, suggested going out to eat instead. And it’s what they did, enjoying good food at Olive Garden.

Carrying some leftovers in her hand, she made her way to the back door, intending to go to bed. But a baritone of a voice followed by a chuckle in the darkness, one that sort of made her giddy, stopped her.

“Not out partying it up tonight?”

The voice came from next door and she knew exactly who it was. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome. “She hollered into the darkness, “No, not at all. And how do you know what I’ve been doing?”

The voice responded. “If you want to know, then come over. Join me for a bit.”

She hesitated for a second, sleeping did sound good. But also, so did seeing up close this guy who towered above her and with whom she’s had a sexual dream about.

Crossing the little strip of grass separating the driveways, following another chuckle that told her he was amused by her decision. She found him sitting in an enclosed porch, only his silhouette outlining where he was. She opened the screen door, the smell of weed drifting to her nose and he put his feet down from the stool he had them on, motioning her to sit in a lounge chair next to his.

Whether it was intentional or not, purely coincidental who really knew, but the only way to that chair was to slide past him. And he didn’t make it easy. The back of her knees brushed along his lower legs, the first time they shared skin contact. And it drove her a bit longing to keep the feeling and so she maybe hesitated, taking time to step around the stool. It wasn’t lost on her she was paying a price for her slow squeeze by. She knew his eyes were fixed on her tight pink shorts she was wearing, and could literally feel them following the curvature of her ass.

Plopping down in the plush chair, she could see him now in the moonlight.

Fucking hell, he’s gorgeous.

“So? Mr. Spying on Your Neighbor, how do you know what I’ve been doing?”


He chuckled before lifting the blunt she obviously missed in his hand to his lips, taking a drag. The smoke enveloped her, forcing her to inhale as he leaned over, holding the blunt out. “Want a hit?”

She shook her head no and he shrugged his broad shoulders, leaning back into his chair, placing his feet back up on the stool. Noticing no shoes, she realized she was trapped, no way to escape if she wanted to.

“Let’s just say I notice things that require noticing.”

What the fuck does that mean?

She placed her thoughts into words. “Okay, Mr. Smoking Weed Man, what does that mean?”

He laughed, tilting his head back, before lowering his chin to look at her through the dim light. “I mean when I see a fine ass looking girl, I tend to notice what she does.”

An intense wave of heat boiled up from within her, splashing across her cheeks, and she was thankful he probably couldn’t see it. She tried to play his words off, shrugging her shoulders. “Well,I ain’t that.”

“Bullshit. You’re sexy as fuck.”

His directness was bold to say the least and it energized her, making her wiggle. For a few seconds, she pictured him peeking out his window, watching her come and go, waiting to see her. This feeling, one never before given to her, was intoxicating, and she found it hard to resist.

She attempted to take control of whatever was going on between them, the sexual tension suddenly built from his one simple statement. “So who are you? And what are you doing here? Where is Francine?”

A slow sigh resonated from him and she could faintly see his shoulders slump. He gave her his own hesitation before reply. “Francine was my mom, she passed away a few months ago.”

A sudden recall of her mom telling her of the passing over the phone while she was at college floated into her mind. Lucy felt the sadness now as she did then, the singular thought of black fingers floating over the white keys of a piano as the elderly neighbor taught her how to play.

“I’m sorry,” She replied, wanting to reach out to him so he knew she was genuine. “She was a great lady, I really liked her.” She paused as he took another drag. “So how is it I’ve never met you?”

“Well, probably because I’m much older than you.” He replied, holding the inhale in to get the full effects of the weed. “And my career kept me up in San Francisco instead of around here. So I would only come here for visits and if you were a kid, then you probably wouldn’t have noticed me.”

Lucy nodded in the darkness. “Yeah, that makes sense. So what do you do up in San Francisco? And wait, I don’t even know your name.”

“I’m retired now.” He replied. My name’s Terrence Knight.” He leaned forward, a hand extending towards her.

She placed her own hand into his and when he gently squeezed, she thought her entire hand felt lost within his grip.. It was the second time they have touched and she exhilarated on the thrill, enjoying the electricity transferring between them.

“How do I know that name?” She questioned, noticing he really wasn’t letting go of her hand.”

“Maybe it’s because a lot of people were cheering for me on Sunday afternoons.” He offered, his thumb caressing along her hand.

She wiggled from the soft touch, trying hard to pay attention to the subject they were talking about and less on the fact she felt she was the subject of what his thoughts could be about her. Trying to decipher his words, figuring out what he meant, she realized he had slid his hand up onto her lower arm, rubbing it. She quickly withdrew, but not before a lightening bolt of erotica jolted her as the sexual tension rose even higher.

“Okay, Mr. Mysterious Man, who are you again?”

His chuckle drilled into her core as he sat back and inhaled another drag. “I used to play for the 49ers, I’m retired now.”

“Wait! You’re the Terrence Knight?” She exclaimed in response, sitting up. “You grew up next door to my parents. Do they know? I’ve always heard my dad saying your name watching the football games but I never knew where you were from.”

He laughed, deep and hard. “Yeah I’m guessing your dad knows about me. And your mom as well. They’re kind and nice people.”

“Mhmmm.” Lucy replied. It was really all she could muster because she was focusing on the other day when she had first seen him. Yes he was built like a football player. Broad shoulders and wide sculpted chest defining pecs. Firm and hard. Along with his thick arms that would be perfect to hold her in, to make her feel small against his big frame. Upper body of guys was an absolute attraction to her, to run her hands all around was a treat, to kiss and nibble even better, and to sit on one where she could feel breath between her thighs was heaven to her.

But she was never lost on how a guy’s lower body would affect her as well. How there was thrusting power, wide strong thighs pushing and holding hers apart, abs helping with the control of movements.

“You’re awfully quiet over there, Miss…” His voice trailed off, letting the last of his deep tone rumbling through her.”

His words brought her out of the wet and horny stupor she found herself in and she stumbled with her words. “It’s, um, my name is…, my-my name is Lucy.”

“Yeah, I already knew that. Lucy.” The pause before he said her name, coupled with how he said her name, revealed to her he was in control, he was dictating how this conversation was going to continue. And she would ever be so obliging to submit, a decision she made right then and there.

“How-how did you know?”

“Your friend was saying your name last night when I carried you into your house and up to your bedroom.”

 

[Lucylynn]

His statement, calm, cool, and collected floored her. Stupified her to be honest.

Wait! Amy did not tell me this!! How could she keep this from me?

Terrence provided the explanation neither Amy nor her memory provided her. “ It was well after two in the morning when she got you home. The Uber driver couldn’t help her out, you were basically passed out. Your friend was begging you to get up and walk, you were practically laying in the driveway. I was sitting here much like I am now, unable to sleep, so I offered to help her out.”

All of this new information threatened to overload her senses as she realized that last night was the first time they actually had touched, not tonight. She quivered in place, needing more details. “How did you carry me?” She asked, imagining him as a gentleman, one arm under her back, the other under her legs.

“I just put you over my shoulder and carried you in, you’re pretty light.”

What the fuck! Her imagination went crazy. Picturing her passed out, slumped over his shoulder, tits pressed into his back. His arm wrapped around her legs to hold her onto him, who knew how close to inappropriateness he was, or even if her skirt kept her covered.

“I bet you liked that.” She retorted, trying to be serious but a giggle escaped her. “Did you cop a feel?’
His laughter rang out and in the dimness, he shook his head. “I’m not a pervert, I like to have consent before I touch a woman in a sexual way.”

“Well aren’t you a gentleman.” She replied, giggling again. :I appreciate you not groping me.”

Chuckling for probably the hundredth time, Terrence replied, “I ain’t some horny twenty year old who can't keep his hands to himself."

“Yeah, you are old!” She giggled more, sitting up, tucking her blond hair behind her ear, leaning forward, well aware her low cut blouse was falling open.

She knew, more felt like his eyes were on her chest in the darkness, plying inside to see her cleavage. The long pause and a sharp inhale said as much as he retorted “38 isn’t old.”

Lucy stood up, she needed to go before she jumped and rode him. “Well 38 is old for me. At any rate, I need to go, it’s time for bed.”

He nodded, lowering his feet off the stool for her but that was it. He made it not easy for her to get by him, tripping over his feet, and causing her to catch herself using his knee. Once again, she knew his eyes were looking at her tits and she blushed so hard she thought he would see the red even in the darkness.

“Okay, Lucy, I’ll see you around.” He replied, finally looking up so their eyes locked and lingered a few seconds before she finished the little dance necessary to finish stepping past him. As she moved to the screen door, his next words stopped her in her tracks. “21 isn’t too young for me. Just saying.”

She slipped out the door and as she walked over to her house, she became acutely aware of how turned on she was. Hard nipples, the dampness of her shorts, excited thighs, and a yearning clit. All to be given and touched and felt by Terrence.