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Our neighborhood was big on block parties. During the Summer months after the sun went down on the weekends it wasn't unusual for a spontaneous BBQ or pool party to break out at somebody's house. Texts would be sent around and people would start filtering in and before you knew it there was a full-on party in progress. On this weekend I found myself in the backyard of a neighbor, sipping on a margarita and leaning back from a paper plate that held the remnants of smoked brisket and potato salad. The conversation at the table was a lively one, apparently a few of the neighbors played in the same poker tournament earlier in the day and they all had war stories about it. My attention was focused toward the pool. Kids were splashing around and jumping from the diving board. Streams of water criss-crossed in the air as a water gun battle raged on around the deck. The occasional shout from a parent only added to the festive atmosphere. And in the middle of it all on her own private island lay Julie. She had claimed a float to herself and was in the process of being lazily pinballed around the pool by the swirling children. Her eyes were closed and her fingers dangled in the water, the picture of relaxation. As I watched she picked her head up and looked around, orienting herself to her new random position in the water. She located her beverage where she left it and paddled her way over to it. It was a bright red drink with ice in it, I think it might have been vodka and cranberry juice. As she sipped out of her straw she caught me watching. I didn't try to pretend I wasn't. She gave me a smile nobody else saw and went back to floating. A little while later it was time to go home. It was after midnight when I found myself walking alone down the sidewalk. Suddenly I heard the sound of bare feet on the concrete behind me and I turned to see Julie running to catch up to me. "Hey! Where's your chivalry, aren't you going to walk a girl home?!" she asked with an evil smile as she sidled up, slipping her arm through mine to walk beside me. I could tell she was drunk, her body weight shifted back and forth in a manner that wasn't completely under her control, so she just leaned into me to solve that problem. She leaned her head onto my shoulder too as we walked, "That was a nice party, huh? The Gottleibs have the nicest yard." "Yeah they do, I'd be showing mine off all the time too if it looked that good." She picked her head off my shoulder to look at me, "You know, I just realized I've never seen your backyard." "It's not much to look at, really, but you can of course come by to see it whenever you'd like." "How about now?" she said with a nonchalant shrug. "Sure!" I let her in through the front door and watched as she stretched, reaching her arms above her head and standing on her tiptoes. Nervous energy, perhaps? I was feeling that too, my blood was alive just having this gorgeous woman in my house again. I could see every little muscle in her back, shoulders, and legs moving under her skin. I walked past her into the living room, "The backyard is through here, I'll show you." "Okay," she said, following. "But to be honest, Dean, I don't give a shit about your yard." I stopped and turned, "Neither do I." I took her into my arms and kissed her. She stood on her tiptoes again to meet my kiss and slid her hands up my back. My hands roamed her body as we lost ourselves in the kiss, both of us were wanting it and when the floodgates were finally opened, the power of our lust was like standing under a waterfall, it was impossible to think about anything else beyond it. I slid my fingers under the waist band of her bikini bottoms and over her butt, gently but forcefully pulling her harder into me. She moaned into my mouth and slid her hands up the back of my neck. She slid one of her legs up mine, pressing herself against me. She could feel how hard I was through my shorts, and I felt her move her hips against my dick. I slid my hands back up her body, taking my time with her. They explored the sides of her waist and stomach, where she was a little ticklish. They felt her back and shoulders, so small and delicate under my caress. They slid up her neck and into her hair, still slightly damp from swimming. She had to break the kiss for a moment to catch her breath. "God, Dean. I don't know what you do to me..." "I know what I'd like to do to you." She looked me in the eyes, "Show me." I hesitated for a moment. What I really wanted to do to her was... well I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to have my way with her, to use that body for my own desires. It was selfish what I wanted to do to her, and that's not the way I operate. But her eyes. Something in those eyes told me that she wanted the same thing I wanted. I saw desire there, sure, lust was heavy in the air. But I also saw trust... and surrender. I grabbed her arm and pulled her in front of me and against the back of a large leather chair in my living room. Her eyes went wide for just a moment when she realized where I was putting her, but she got it quickly and turned away from me. I bent her over the back of the chair and roughly pulled her bottoms down her legs. I reached down with one hand and freed my hard cock from my shorts, immediately positioning it at her waiting pussy. "Oh god..." she gasped as the full length of my dick entered her all at once. She was very wet, and very tight. I pulled out and thrust all the way back in again, going even a little deeper. She arched her head back and gave out a little cry of surprise and pleasure. I slid my hands over her hips and grabbed on tight as I started to fuck her harder. The sounds she made were nothing like the cute little moans and whimpers I'd heard before. She was panting, almost grunting. They were involuntary sounds brought out by pure physical sensation. As my cock buried itself inside of her over and over her pussy loosened up just enough to accept the force I was applying, she was taking me. She put her hands on the chair and raised up a little, changing the angle inside of her. She arced her head towards the ceiling, her hair being tossed back and forth by the motion. I slid one of my hands up her back and into her hair, grabbing a handful firmly in a fist and pulling back. She moaned loudly, "Fuck me, Dean. Make me your fucking slut..." She loved it. In the hands of a man she trusted with her sexuality she was a naughty little thing. I knew from the way she was breathing and moaning that she hadn't allowed herself to be fucked in this way before. I don't think she ever met a boy her age she could reveal this side of herself to. "You're gonna make me cum!" she screamed. I kept going, giving her a steady and predictable rhythm to move her body against. She reached down with one hand between her legs. Her fingers gently found my cock as it slid in and out of her and she left her hand there, letting me glide through her fingers for a while. Then she pulled her hand forward and started rubbing her clit. I could see her arm moving, working herself up. I could feel her hips moving along too, nursing a giant orgasm into being. Then she held her breath for a moment, her whole body froze in place, the only muscles that were moving were deep inside of her, the ones that were squeezing my cock as she came all over it. Her breath finally released into a wanton moan and her body started to move as she rode her orgasm. It was all almost too much for me, and I could feel my own start to build. She sensed it. Wordlessly, she rose up off of me and spun in place, facing me. She kissed me briefly but deeply, then slid straight down on her knees. She took me into her mouth without hesitation, and just as quickly I came. I filled her mouth, some of it leaked out onto her chin. Her eyes were closed and she continued to suck gently on the head of my cock as my orgasm subsided, swallowing as she did. I actually did show her the backyard that night. We sat out there on a couple of folding chairs in our post-sexual bliss, looking up at the Summer sky. "I think we might be moving again," she said. "When?" "Before school starts up." There was silence. "Well, we sure had a good Summer together," I said sincerely, smiling at her. "It's not over yet, mister," she said with an evil wink. 1FIIrvV luftwaffle99 1KZhfaw 1KZhfaw[1 comment]