I Want You to be My First

Eric pulled a beer from his refrigerator, rolling his neck, the muscles already starting to ache from his workout. At forty-nine years old he still enjoyed his workouts even if they were a little harder than they were twenty years ago, not that he would ever admit that to anyone.He stepped out onto the wrap around porch and lowered himself into the Adirondack chair, simultaneously taking a draw on his longneck and wishing he'd brought another one, making a mental note to load up his ice bucket when he went back inside. The sun poured across his front yard and warmed his face as he took another pull on his bottle, closing his eyes.'Evening Mr. C!' Eric opened his eyes, looking to his right where Melissa, his neighbor's daughter was walking up their front path. She waved.'Hey, Mel,' he called waving back. 'How was work?' Melissa had worked in the local coffee house after school and on weekends for the last two years and he had to admit she looked cute in the uniform; white blouse, yellow skirt, and matching neckerchief.'It was okay, can't wait to get out of the ugly uniform though,' she replied, tugging at the neckerchief and poking her tongue out the side of her mouth like she was being choked.Eric laughed. 'Any plans for the weekend?''Oh yes! My girlfriend Gina turned eighteen yesterday so we're having a party.''Sounds fun. Boy/girl?''Yes, but just a few of the nice ones. Most of the boys at school are losers so we thought we'd just get some drinks and play some games and then watch scary movies until the sun comes up tomorrow.''Wow, I hope her parents are prepared for drunk eighteen-year-olds and lots of screaming,' Eric replied trying not to picture a bunch of cute teens in their pajamas.'I hope MY parents are prepared,' Melissa said, laughing. 'We're having the party here. Gina's mom and dad are a little square and wouldn't let us have it at their place. Which is kinda sucky, I mean it's not like we're gonna wreck the place, just drink some beers and have some fun. Anyways, I better get inside. I gotta take a shower and try to make myself look cute, they'll be arriving soon.'Eric smiled. He'd known Melissa since her family had moved in next door to him five years ago but, in the last six months, she'd really grown into a beautiful young woman who he tried not to look at when she was tanning in their backyard or hanging out laundry in jean shorts and tank top.'Don't worry, we'll keep the noise down. We'll party responsibly.'The screen door on her house slammed, punctuating her sentence and Melissa turned to see her dad standing on the porch. He was a few years older than Eric but looked ten, a band of gray hair around the back of his head and a paunch which pushed over the top of his slacks. As soon as she saw his face she knew something was wrong.'I don't think you will be, honey,' Melissa's father said, pushing his hands into his pockets. 'We have a problem.'His daughter's face dropped and for a moment Eric thought she was going to burst into tears right there on the front path. 'What is it, daddy?' she asked her eyes wide.'We have a burst pipe under the house. We've had to turn off the water.''What?' Melissa said, dismayed. 'Are you serious? I can't believe it.''I'm sorry honey, we've called a plumber but he can't get the part until Monday. We've booked into a hotel for the weekend so just go and pack some things and I promise you can have the party next weekend.''No!' the pretty brunette cried. 'This was the only weekend when everyone was free. It was meant to be Gina's springtime birthday party. If we don't have it now it'll be her,' she eyes flicked across the lawn figuring out the weeks and months, 'late summer, early fall really late birthday party. And not all of my friends are going to college here like I am so I'll probably never see them again.' Her bottom lip started to shake and her father rushed down the steps to throw his arms around his daughter. Melissa's shoulders slumped and her head fell forward onto her father's shoulder.'I'm so sorry 'Lissy,' he said holding her, using her childhood nickname.'I know, daddy. It's not your fault. I'll call the girls and then throw some things in a bag.'Eric watched the scene, for a moment an image of Melissa throwing items of underwear into an overnight bag popped into his head but he pushed it away with a barely perceptible shake of his head - she was cute but he was a nice guy and wouldn't let himself think of her like that. He took another draw on his bottle, Melissa's dad catching his eye, shrugging and smiling sadly. Eric nodded in understanding and looked away as Melissa pulled away from her father and bent to pick up her backpack, walking up the steps to the front door.'Melissa, wait,' Eric said. She stopped, looking over at him. 'Look, if you want, you can have the party here. If it's okay with your parents.'Melissa's eyes grew wide and a smile spread over her pretty face. 'Really?' 'If it's okay with your parents,' he reiterated. Melissa spun to look at her father, her pleated skirt flicking, briefly revealing a little more of her slim, tanned thighs.Her father paused, looking from Eric to his daughter. 'I don't know, honey. I don't know if we should be imposing on Eric like that.''But he said it was okay. It was his idea.' She turned to Eric. 'Right, Mr. C?'Eric looked from Melissa to her father. 'It's fine with me, if it'll help. I was going to spend most of the evening out here anyway and my basement is kitted out with couches, bean bags, and a big-screen TV so they're welcome to use it.''Daddy? That sounds so awesome. Please?'Her father shrugged, raising his hands. bahis şirketleri 'Okay, if you're sure, Eric. But -''Yes! Thank you, daddy!' Melissa squealed, dropping her backpack and running down the steps, throwing her arms around her father's neck, almost knocking him over. And then she was running across the lawn, up the steps onto Eric's porch, and bending to throw her arms around his neck. The scent of her perfume and warm skin wafted into his nose and he rolled his eyes, keeping his arms at his sides. 'Thank you, Mr. C!'He laughed. 'You're welcome, but I'm pretty sure your father just said 'but'.''I know,' she whispered as she pulled away, and he noticed that close up the dark blue bra through the white blouse. Eric tried to ignore it, looking up at her, wondering how eighteen-year-old girls managed to wear bras that could be seen through their tops and apparently not notice.'You're my hero,' she was saying, beaming. Eric nodded, looking down, trying not to notice, now that they were closer, that her blouse was also pulling across her breasts, having obviously been purchased when she was a cup size smaller.'You're welcome,' he repeated. 'Now go find out about that 'but'.'Melissa turned and skipped back across the lawn to her father.'Lissy,' her father was saying as she approached. 'Eric is being very kind, but your mother and I were only happy with the boys attending the party when we were going to be there. Now that we can't I don't know that I'm happy for them to be there.'Melissa smiled and rolled her eyes. 'Oh daddy, they're nice boys and we're all eighteen years old -,' her father went to speak but she cut him off, 'but I understand that you're worried so I promise to tell the boys not to come anymore.'Her father nodded. 'Thank you, sweetheart. Now I don't want you girls getting too rowdy and causing Eric any problems. Eric, my wife, and I will be staying at the Days Inn across town so if you have any problems with the girls then, please, send them home and send Lissy to us.'Eric nodded. 'No problem, I'm sure they'll be fine. The basement is pretty soundproof so I'm not too worried.''Thank you again, Mr. C,' Melissa, waving over at him. 'I'm going to take a shower and then I'll be over with our supplies -,' she paused when she realized Eric and her father were staring at her. 'Oh right! I can't take a shower.'Her father shook his head and smiled at Eric. 'She's smart really. Top five in her class,' he said, turning to smile at his daughter who laughed.'He's right,' she said, shrugging her shoulders, 'but sometimes I'm a little dopey.' Eric laughed at her candid reply. 'It's okay, you're welcome to use my shower.'Thank you, Mr. C. I'll just grab my stuff.' Melissa hopped up the steps, her toned legs clearing them in one.'Thanks again,' Melissa's father said. 'And if there are any problems you have my cell, just call me and I'll come over and pick her up.''Sure, it'll be fine. I can drop her at the hotel tomorrow.' By the time Melissa returned with an overnight bag Eric had retrieved another beer from the fridge and filled his ice bucket which sat beside him on the porch.'Tying one on tonight, Mr. C?' she said as she hopped up the steps and onto the porch.'Just figured that with all your girls here screaming at horror movies I'd need something to help me sleep. And you can call me Eric.''Well, you're welcome to have some of our beers too, there'll be plenty to go round now that the boys aren't coming.''Oh, so you're sticking to that? I was half expecting to find them arriving now that you're parents have headed out.''No, I wasn't too bothered about them coming, plus my parents put their trust in me so I don't like to abuse that. They're a little old-fashioned but I quite like it, and they're good to me.'Eric nodded. 'Well, I guess I better get cleaned up. It was hot at the coffee house this afternoon so I'm a little sticky.'Eric's teeth knocked against the rim of his bottle. Did she say things like that on purpose or was she completely unaware? But the look on her face made him think that she was just a teen who spoke faster than her brain worked.'Sure, go ahead. The bathroom is at the top of the stairs. I have an ensuite so feel free to leave your stuff in the main one until tomorrow.'Thanks, Mr. C - Eric. I don't think the girls will be here yet but if they arrive are they okay to come in?''Sure, I'll show them in.'She thanked him again and skipped into the house, her skirt flipping up again. Eric closed his eyes and took another drink. The sun was almost at his eye line when he heard Melissa call him. 'Mr. C!'He lifted himself out of his chair and stepped through his front door. 'Everything okay?' he asked, looking up the stairs from where her voice had come.'How do you get the shower to go from faucet to shower?' she asked, her voice drifting from the bathroom.'Sometimes the little lever sticks,' he was saying as he started to ascend the stairs.'Mr. C!' Melissa called, stepping into the doorway. 'Did you hear what I -.' Eric looked up to reply but froze in mid-step. In front of him, framed in the doorway was Melissa dressed in just her dark blue bra and matching panties, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. As she saw him she let out an embarrassed squeak and stepped back into the bathroom but not before giving her neighbor a good view of her slim, tight body.'Melissa, I'm sorry,' Eric stuttered, looking down at the stairs.'No! I'm sorry, Mr. C. I didn't think you'd heard me. Oh, I'm so embarrassed.''It's okay, I didn't really see anything,' Eric replied, turning on the stairs. 'The water - you just have to jiggle the lever bahis firmaları a couple of times and it'll flick over. I don't use that bathroom much so I haven't had it fixed. Sorry again, let me know if you can't do it.''Don't apologize, Mr. C, it's your house. I just didn't realize you had walked in. I did it!'Eric headed back down the stairs and out the front door, trying to erase the image of his neighbor's eighteen-year-old daughter standing in his bathroom door in her underwear, but it was like a welding flash that stayed behind his eyelids every time he closed them. Lowering himself back into his chair he grabbed another beer and twisted off the lid. By the time Melissa's party guests had begun to arrive she was back downstairs. She was wearing a short blue sundress with green leaves and red watermelon slices on it. The top of the dress was low cut, showing off just the smallest hint of her cleavage. On her feet, she wore strappy, heeled sandals. 'This is Mr. C - Eric,' she said as her friends walked up the steps and onto the porch. 'He's letting us have the party at his house while mine is out of order.''Thank you, Mr. C!' the girls chorused, a couple of them hugging him, the soft skin of their shoulders brushing his neck as they squeezed themselves against him in turn. He nodded, saying, 'no problem', trying not to stare at the various areas of bare flesh in front of him.'Okay Mr. C, we're going to head down to the basement now and leave you in peace,' Melissa said, ushering her friends into the house, slapping one of them playfully on the butt as she passed her in the doorway - the girl stopped, looking at Melissa and they both laughed. The ice bucket was almost empty when Eric first started to feel a chill in the early spring air. He considered grabbing a coat from inside the front door and opening another bottle, but looking at his watch and seeing it was 11.30 he decided he'd had enough beer for one night and didn't want to wake up the next morning with a hangover.As he opened the front door he could hear the muffled laughter of a dozen teenage girls in his basement and the dramatic music of a cheesy slasher movie. He smiled to himself as he walked up the stairs. Eric turned out the light in his ensuite bathroom and slipped into bed. All his life he'd slept naked but tonight with a party of girls in his basement he wondered if he should put on some shorts and a t-shirt, but he knew he wouldn't be comfortable. He lay there for a few minutes staring at the ceiling before reaching for his book.From downstairs he heard the basement door open and then footsteps that we unmistakeably bare feet on polished wood floor and calls to 'shh' followed by giggling. He froze, wondering if in their tipsy state the girls were thinking of coming up to his room. He shook his head, Melissa seemed too sensible to let her friends do something silly like, trying to get him to come down and join the party, and he relaxed when he heard the front door open.In the distance, he heard voices saying goodbyes and the sound of car engines before the door closed again. He looked back at his book, trying to ignore the images of teens in dresses, but despite his best effort he couldn't help but feel a stirring below the covers - he shook his head and turned the page.As he reached the bottom of the page he heard the sound of padding feet again, but this time they were on the stairs. He froze, listening and then relaxing again as he heard the bathroom door open and then close, he tried to ignore the fact that if he held his breath he could hear the sound of one of the girls peeing in his toilet. He shook his head again, admitting that when he'd offered them the use of his house for their party he hadn't really thought it through. He went to turn the page again, despite having not taken in anything written on the previous one when he realized that his hand was below the covers resting on his semi-erect penis. That's it, he thought, reaching for his Bluetooth headphones, finding an audiobook on his phone, but not before he heard the toilet flush, the tap run, and then the sound of bare feet descending his stairs. Eric's eyes opened but he didn't turn to look at his clock, not wanting to disturb his comfortable position in the bed. He wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep but he knew it must be over an hour because the timer on his audiobook had turned off. He listened for sounds of the girls downstairs, but he decided that they must all either be asleep or watching a less terrifying movie that didn't cause them elicit screams and laughter.He was just drifting back off to sleep when he thought he heard a knock. He waited, wondering if it was a knock or just his imagination. When the sound wasn't repeated his body relaxed, but then suddenly there it was again, a definite knock.'Hello?' he said, his eyes opening, expecting to see one of the girls with a cut hand or twisted ankle looking for his help. But when his bedroom door opened it was with a slow, cautiousness and not with a burst that would accompany an emergency.'Mr. C?' Melissa whispered, poking her pretty face around the door. 'Are you awake?'Eric lifted himself up onto his elbow. 'Melissa? Is everything okay?''Yes, everything's fine - well except that the girls that are left have taken up all the couches, and the basement floor is cold.'For a moment he couldn't decide what she was asking or telling him, but then he realized. 'Okay, no problem, the spare room is made up, you can sleep in there. I should have offered it to some of you before but I didn't think about it.'Melissa paused in the doorway, biting kaçak bahis siteleri her bottom lip. 'Okay,' she said finally. 'Thank you, I'll go in there.' She began to close the door, but she stopped just before the light playing across the bedroom floor disappeared. 'Mr. C, this is going to sound stupid, but that last movie really freaked me out and I don't think I want to sleep in a strange bed on my own.'Eric could see her eyelids fluttering rapidly as if she were nervous and she went back to chewing her lip. 'So what are you saying?' he asked, rubbing his eye with his free hand.There was a moment of heavy silence between them before the teenager spoke again. 'Could I stay in here - with you?''Melissa,' Eric said, sitting up a little more, the covers sliding off his toned shoulder. 'The floor in here isn't going to be any more comfortable than in the basement.''I know. Couldn't I just sleep in your bed?' she asked quietly. 'I'm pretty small, I won't take up too much room.'The rushing of blood in Eric's ears was the only thing that was louder than his heart pounding in his chest. Was his neighbor's gorgeous teenage daughter really asking to share his bed? No. No. That would be a terrible idea.'Mr. C? Is it okay? It's getting chilly standing here.''Well - I -''Oh thank you, Mr. C!' Melissa said in a loud whisper, pushing the door open again and stepping into the room.'Wait, let me put some pillows down the middle of the bed while you get your pajamas on,' Eric was saying, moving to one side under the covers.'Oh, I don't have my PJ's. My friend Tash took them out of my bag and put them on because she was cold and now she's asleep in them,' she said, standing at the side of the bed. 'But don't worry, it'll be warm enough in the bed for me with both of us in it.'Eric looked up from rearranging the pillows to see Melissa left her dress over her head, dropping it on the floor. 'Melissa wait,' he said, trying to slide backwards across the bed but being blocked by the pillows. Melissa looked at him. 'Don't look for a second, Mr. C,' she said, reaching behind her back, unhooking her bra and dropping it on the floor next to her dress, allowing her neighbor a glimpse of the silhouette of her pert breasts against the streetlight coming in behind the blinds. And then, before he could protest any more he saw her bend at the waist, shimmying her panties down, stepping out of them.'Melissa wait -,' he protested as she pulled back the covers. 'You need to sleep on the other side of the bed.''Don't worry, Mr. C, I don't take up much room,' she said as she hopped into the bed, making a shivering sound as she pulled the covers up around her shoulders. 'It may be spring,' she said, 'but it still gets cold at night. I'm covered in goosebumps.'Melissa, you need to slow down. I - I,''What's up, Mr. C?''Melissa, I sleep naked.''Me too,' she replied, grabbing a pillow and flipping it over. 'I like the cold side, don't you?'She flipped onto her side with her back to him.'Melissa -,' Eric started again.'Aren't you going to lie down, Mr. C?' she asked looking over her shoulder at him. For a moment Eric remained propped up on his elbow but realizing he had already lost to a more determined opponent he laid down. The room fell silent and to his dismay, he realized that he had become aroused, his shaft flexing with each breath he took. Maybe if I just lie here she'll go to sleep.'Mr. C?''Yes.''Are you okay? You're very quiet.''I thought we were going to sleep.''Right... Unless.''Unless what, Melissa,' he asked, a note of frustration in his voice.'Unless you want to talk for a while.''It's kinda late. Don't you have to be up in the morning?''No. I don't have school or work tomorrow.''Right.''So, you wanna talk for a while?' Melissa asked, suddenly flipping over to face him, the sudden movement making the bed shake and causing his erection to rock from side to side.'I guess. What do you want to talk about?' He heard Melissa take a breath.'Well, my friends were talking tonight - actually, they've been talking about this stuff for a while, about how some of them have had sex and some of us haven't.'Eric closed his eyes in the dark, his penis like a steel bar, his balls beginning to ache. Please don't do this to me. There was silence for a moment.'So as you might have guessed, I fall into the second group - the have nots. And when we were all talking my girlfriends who are in the know said that having an older guy for your first time is better because they have more experience and it feels better - for the girl.''Okay, I understand what your friends are saying, but I think what they're referring to are boys who are maybe a couple of years older than you.'Melissa propped herself up, resting her cheek in her hand and Eric was sure that her breast grazed his shoulder. She began to talk again, the faint scent of alcohol reaching his nose as she continued, her warm breath on his ear. 'No I get that, but that got me thinking. If a boy who's a couple of years older is better than a boy who is my age, then a guy who is a LOT older would be amazing.''Melissa, I can see where you're going with this,' he started, trying to inch his way across the bed away from her, but she moved with him ending up even closer, her breasts pressing against his arm, her thighs again his.'Okay, great,' she said, a hint of excitement making her voice higher. 'So we can -.''No, Melissa!' Eric said, trying to move again but finding himself at the edge of his bed. 'Aw, c'mon Mr. C,' the pretty teen said, her free hand tapping his rib cage below the covers. 'I really want my first time to be amazing so if the corelation works then you're the perfect candidate - you're the oldest guy I know. No offense.''None taken,' Eric replied, rolling his eyes, the sentiment going a very small way to reducing his aching erection. 'But we can't.'