Nikki learns everything she needs to know from Antonio
I stood naked in front of my bedroom mirror, inspecting every detail of my tight body. My dirty blonde hair fell over my shoulders tickling my erect nipples. 34C breasts sat high and firm on my 5‘4“ frame; begging to be touched. My fingertips strolled leisurely down my flat stomach to the manicured patch of hair guarding my most intimate area. Circling my clit with my thumb as one finger slid through the moisture escaping my pussy, I moaned softly. It happened every time I thought of Antonio Valtri. He’s the only man I have ever fantasized about in my eighteen years. He’s tall, 6’2” at least. His skin, the color of caramel, is accented perfectly by his almost black hair and eyes. He was built like a god. I’ve never seen a man as gorgeous as Antonio. I’ve been fascinated by him since my best friend, Frannie, moved in next door to me. Her mother and father had just gone through an ugly divorce. Frannie chose to live with her dad, Antonio. I somehow knew Antonio would teach me everything I needed to know about being a woman. My fantasies and desires changed over time, but by the time I was eighteen, I wanted nothing more than to be the moaning woman under his thrusting hips.
It all began on a warm Spring Saturday morning. I was up early. Peeking out my bedroom window, I saw a moving truck parked in the driveway next door. We had tons of boys in the neighborhood, so I said a silent little prayer. Please let it be a girl. Please! I needed a girlfriend. I busied myself with my chores, so I would have the rest of the day to myself. As I tossed the trash bag into the bin, I heard someone speaking. Looking up, I saw a beautiful girl. Her hair was long, dark, mahogany brown with a perfect wave. Her brown eyes looked as though they were outlined, but it was natural. Her lashes were thick and long. She was simply beautiful. I stared in awe of her.
“ Hi. My name’s Francesca. You can call me Frannie. I just moved in next door,” she said.
I gave her a warm, welcoming smile, thankful that my little prayer was answered.
“ I’m Nicole, but you can call me Nikki.”
From that moment on, Frannie and I were best friends. We did every thing together. Every opportunity, we slept over at each others house. I instantly had a silly crush on her gorgeous, Italian father.
Frannie and I met in her backyard, as we did every Saturday that we had not slept over. We tossed our clothes and towels on the patio table and jumped into her pool. We would spend hours out there. Antonio would check on us occasionally and brought us cool drinks. I gaped at him each time. I thought he was so handsome. I was always trying to get information about him from Frannie, without sounding like a creepy sex offender.
“ So, have your mom and dad been dating?”
"What? Are they dating…each other? No way. They can’t be in the same city much less date.”
“ No, silly. I mean have they started seeing other people? Moving on, ya know.”
“ Probably, I heard a lot of their fights before the divorce and I think there was some dating other people going on then too; hence the divorce.”
My eyes widen and I covered my gasp with my hand. Frannie and I both laughed. She didn’t seem bothered by the divorce. She was very mature for her age. Far more mature than I. I loved that about her. My parents were very strict and religious. I would still be in the dark about many things if Frannie wasn’t my best friend. She taught me all about boys. She kept me up to date with our peers. She taught me about drinking, drugs and sex. She was a daddy’s girl, but little did he know, she was a wild daddy’s girl. She had the hot, Italian lover’s blood pulsing through her veins. She would sneak out all the time. At sixteen, she was going to all the parties that the older kids were throwing. I couldn’t sneak out. My parents had our house locked up like a fortress. But, Oh! When I spent the night at Frannie’s, it was always an adventure. We didn’t have much supervision at her house. Her father ‘dated’ a lot.
It happened by accident. It was the middle of summer. We had been experiencing a heat wave in our tiny town. The power grids had become overloaded and the city was dark and powerless, from rolling blackouts. I woke up around two o’clock in the morning, sweating from the air conditioner being off. I innocently went to my bedroom window to see if opening it would bring any relief from the heat. Movement caught my eye and I glanced up. Everything was dark, but a small candle flickered, casting shadow figures in the window of the neighboring house. A man and a woman were hugging, caressing and kissing. Their bodies shifted toward the bed. I caught a glimpse of his manliness. It stood proud and large out away from his body. I couldn’t look away. I had never seen a naked man before. Truly, I wasn’t seeing one then, just the shadowy outline. The sight mesmerized me. I watched as the shadows rubbed up against one another. Blending seamlessly into one. She leaned over the bed, he positioned himself behind her and it happened. I watched as they had sex. Their window must have been open too. I heard the light moans coming from the woman as he pumped back and forth into her. Soon the moans got louder and then stopped. He leaned over her, not moving. They crawled up the bed together. Wrapped in each others arms, ignoring the stifling heat, they slept.
I hadn’t realized I was touching myself, until I noticed the moisture in my panties. That was new. I’d never experienced anything like that. I could hardly sleep, not from the heat wave, but from the heat stirring in my body. I didn’t understand the feeling, but I knew I liked it. Even though, at sixteen, I had never had any sort of birds and bees talk with my parents, I knew they would say this feeling inside me was wrong. Good girls didn’t talk about such things and certainly did not partake in such things. That was the night I discovered that I was not a good girl.
When I was stuck at home and Frannie was out chasing boys, I could always count on Antonio to put on a show for me. I never spent so much time in my room in my whole life. I thought he was hot before, but after seeing him with that woman, I saw him in a totally different way now. I couldn’t explain the sensations that swirled through me when I saw him. The worse part was I couldn’t talk to my best friend. She would be horrified if she knew that I had seen him naked and now thought of nothing else. No, this, I had to figure out on my own.
The first time it happened by accident, every time to follow, was a purposeful encounter. The first time was incredible, but it was so much better when the city wasn’t experiencing a black out. It just meant I had to be careful not to be seen. I watched as Antonio pleasured woman after woman. Each time, I experimented with my own pleasure and fantasized about Antonio.
Frannie and I were laying out by the pool. Antonio came out and kissed Frannie on the head. His eyes, dark as onyx, lingered on me a little too long and I loved it. It wasn't the first time I’d caught his eyes trailing along my well developed seventeen year old body.
“ I’m going to run some errands. I’ll be back soon, baby girl.”
Frannie and I smiled at him as he returned to the house. We both had on sunglasses, so I couldn’t see her eyes, but heard a sniff. Frannie was not the emotional girly, girl type. Not much rattled her, so for her to be that upset, it had to be something big.
“ Frannie, are you crying?”
“ Yes. I’m sorry. I’ll get it together.”
“ What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
“ Nikki, I’m in big trouble. I don’t know what to do.”
“ What is it? How can I help? You know you can count on me, Frannie.”
“ Not this time. There’s nothing you can do, unless you want to tell my dad that I’m pregnant.”
I was stunned into silence. My mind was working, but my voice refused to form words. Frannie sobbed into her hands. I joined her on the patio chaise and held her while she cried.
“ It’ll be okay, Frannie. I’ll be here for you. No matter what happens, I’ll be here. I’ll even come with you when you tell him, if you want.”
“ I’m not so afraid for me, I’m afraid for Alex. My dad doesn’t like him to start with and now he’s the father of my baby. My dad may just kill him. It’ll be horrible. My dad will be in prison, Alex will be dead and I’ll be all alone with a baby, at seventeen,” Frannie continued to sob.
“ Okay, that’s a little dramatic. It must be the pregnancy hormones talking. Your dad loves you. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. I’m sure he’s aware that killing the father of your baby will hurt you. Besides, you’ll never be all alone. You have me,” I reassured her.
“ Thanks, Nikki. I know. I’m just really scared.”
“ What did Alex say?”
Frannie started to cry again. My blood began to boil. That jerk abandoned her already? I’ll rip him a new one if he hurts her. I…I… Frannie hugged me tight, bringing me out of my plan to kill Alex, before Antonio even got a chance.
“ I haven’t told him. I’m going to do it today. Will you go with me?”
“ Sure. I’ll do whatever you need. Do you want me to drive?”
“ Yes, please. I don’t know if I’ll be in any condition to drive afterwards. Let’s go. I need to get this over with.”
We pulled our clothes on over our bikinis. I took a good look at Frannie. I thought I detected a small bump. Who knows. I may have been imagining it. We drove the ten minute drive to Alex’s apartment. Alex was twenty, one of the many reasons Antonio didn’t like him. Frannie knocked hesitantly. He opened the door with a huge smile and pulled her into an embrace. He motioned with his head for me to come in.
“ What are you doing here, Frannie? Not that I mind, it‘s just not like you.”
I sat quietly on the corner of the couch, as far away as I couldn get. I wanted to be there for her, but I wanted to give them a little privacy. Alex scrunched his eyebrows as his expression changed from happy to worried. Frannie took a huge deep breath, like she was gathering all the strength she could muster.
“ You’re scaring me, Frannie. What’s wrong?”
“ I’m pregnant,” she blurted without warning.
Alex was sitting on the edge of the coffee table in front of her. She started to sob, again. Alex was frozen. He looked like he was standing in the middle of a six lane interstate with eighteen-wheelers rapidly approaching from every direction. I watched his body language as he finally sucked in a breath. He shifted from the table to his knees. Kneeling in front of her, he took her hand and stroked it gently.
“ I love you and our baby. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you both.”
Frannie threw herself into his arms. He hugged her tight for a second, then released her. I thought he was about to back out or panic. But he surprised me again. He gently placed his hand on her stomach.
“ Careful, Mama. Don’t squish my baby.”
Frannie started to laugh. Alex picked her up, spun her around and laughed with her. He seemed to not have a care in the world. I started to cry. I don’t know why, I guess I was overwhelmed with all the emotions of day. Mostly, I was relieved that Alex was going to be there for Frannie.
“ Frannie, Does your dad know? Well, I’m still breathing, so I guess I already know the answer. I‘ll go with you. He needs to know my intentions. I‘m going to marry you and raise our baby, together. I want better for you and our child than I had. I‘ll work hard to make you happy, Frannie.”
“ Do you two want to be alone? I can take off, if Alex will drive you home,” I suggested.
“ Oh no, Nikki. You need to be there too. I need all the support I can get,” Frannie said.
Alex looked at me with pleading eyes.
“ Yeah. I need a witness in case he does try to kill me. I‘m convinced I‘ll at least have the shit beat out of me," Alex groans and then smiles at Frannie. I‘ll take it…for you.”
Frannie and I loaded back into my car and headed back to her house. Alex followed us. He parked on the street, instead of the driveway. I smiled as he walked up to us.
“ Planning a quick get away?”
“ Just in case. Better safe than sorry,” Alex said with a straight face. He had to be terrified. Antonio was an intimidating man.
The three of us walked into the family room. Antonio was sitting in front of the TV watching a soccer game. He acknowledged me and Frannie in a sweet, loving voice. Then growled Alex’s name with a slight snarl. I saw Alex swallow hard, preparing for the worse. I moved in close to Alex, so he was flanked by me and Frannie. It was a show of support. A united front. Antonio took a deep breath and stood up, shoulders squared, in front of Alex. They stood eye to eye, not saying a word. Frannie tried to explain.
“ Dad, we…”
“ For Christ sake, Frannie. Why him? Why would you want to have a child and be tied to him for the rest of your life? Why?”
The three of us stood in silence. Antonio shook his head and took a step back to pace. He looked like a caged animal that needed to release aggression by ripping apart one particular prey. Alex.
“ Daddy? You know?”
“ Of course I know. Why else would he even set foot in my house? His only reason would be because he has to. He’s here to tell me he knocked up my seventeen year old daughter. Of course I know! Fuck! He’s me seventeen years ago. You see how well that worked out, Francesca. You deserve better. My daughter deserves better, Alex! How are you going to support a child?”
“ Mr. Valtri, sir. I love her. I’ll do right by her. I want her and our child to have a better life than I did. I’ll do everything in my power to provide a good life for them.”
“ You say that now and you probably mean it, but you’re twenty fucking years old. That’s too damn young for a man to commit to one woman. You’ll grow antsy and start to stray. The grass always looks greener, when you’re so young and you’re tied down to a wife and child. The same goes for you, Frannie. Seventeen is too young. Didn’t you learn anything from your mother and me? We were too damn young.”
“ Daddy, I love you. We’re going to make it work. We’ll be different from you and Mama. Please try to understand and support us. Please, daddy.”
Antonio pulled her into his arms and cried softly into her hair. His tone softened.
“ Frannie, I will always support you. I don’t have to like what you do in order to support you. I’ll be here for you - always. I love you, baby girl. I‘ll try my best not to hate you, Alex. You just remind me so much of myself when I was your age. I’ve lived the life you’re living now. It’s not been an easy road,” Antonio confesses.
“ I understand and I appreciate your effort. I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but here goes. You’ve raised an amazing daughter and I love her very much. She loves you and you love her. If our child is surrounded by this much love, I think we are off to a good start. I know we’re young, but we’re not unrealistic. We know it’ll be hard at times, but it’ll be great at times. I’ll strive to make the great times greater and the hard times easier. No disrespect, but one bull headed Italian man to another, I‘d love nothing more than to prove you wrong.”
Frannie and I snickered. Antonio squinted his eyes for a minute and chuckled.
“ Son, for once in my life, I would love to be proven wrong. You better treat her right. One bull headed Italian man to another, you know the consequences.”
Alex nodded and smiled. With that said, they shook hands. They called a truce to join in our united front. We were all there for Frannie and the baby she was carrying. We ordered a pizza and watched the game with Antonio. It was obvious he was not happy or at peace with the situation, but he was trying. The following week Frannie married and moved in with Alex. Her dad stood by her side at a quick court house ceremony. Antonio then lived all alone.
It was weird not having Frannie next door. I switched off my light and started to crawl into bed, when I caught a glimpse of Antonio and some blonde in his bedroom. YES! This is just what I need. I flipped the lock on my bedroom door, adjusted the curtains to have a better view and settled into my favorite chair. Of course, I slipped out of my panties as soon as I saw him. He just had that effect on me. Their room was dimly light. The bedding was already turned down. If I had thought about it, that was pretty arrogant. Turning down the covers before the date. He never had any doubt that she would be in his bed.
I sat with my butt toward the edge of the chair, my back pressed firmly into the back cushion and my feet apart. I watched as his hands roamed over her body. I traced my hands in the same pattern. I wanted to feel what she was experiencing. I moved my fingers between my legs. I didn’t have any idea what I was doing, but my head dropped back at the same time hers did, so I must have done something right. My fingers were wet from touching my pussy. I pressed my finger inside. It felt good, but I knew something was missing. I worked mindlessly as I watched his gorgeous body press her into his bed. My favorite part was watching him tower over her and his hips met hers. Then his hips moved back up and the muscles in his ass tensed and tightened. It was too far away to see everything I would like to have seen, but it was enough to keep me interested. Feeling brave, I slid a second finger inside. My hips thrust against my hand. It really made a difference with two fingers, who knew? Oh yeah, everyone, but me.
My mind was wandering and I realized I wasn't even watching them. I glanced up and almost fell over backwards. Antonio locked eyes with me. Humiliated, I dropped to the ground in the darkness. From a different angle, I chanced another peek. He hadn’t stopped. He seemed to be thrusting harder and then I could tell he came inside her. He thrust and extended his body upward as his hips pressed firmly against hers. This was new. He usually collapsed on top of his partner when he came. Then I noticed him look in my direction again. Could he really have been doing that for my benefit? Did he like the fact that I was watching him? I really wanted to believe that. So, I did. I crawled under my covers with Antonio on my mind. Nothing new there.
The next day, while in my room, I saw him. He was fresh out of the shower and wrapped only in a towel. My breath caught in my throat as he strolled across the room. I couldn’t look away. I was in plain sight, not even attempting to hide. He glanced up and saw me standing there staring at him. He smiled and turned away from the window. I was just about to walk away when he dropped the towel to the floor. My mouth dropped open and went completely dry. I was certain it was because all the moisture in my entire body had just gushed to my panties. Sliding on a pair of black boxer briefs, he turned back to the window. He wasn't naked, but those briefs hugged in all the right places. There was no need to imagine what was inside them. He smiled again as he grabbed a pair of jeans. Finally, my senses had returned to me. I could tell my face was bright red. I turned quickly and exited my room. I only went into the hall, but I had to get away from that window. Oh, god. He was going to think I watched him all the time. Well, I did, but I didn’t want him to know that. For the next week I made sure I didn’t run into him. It would have been too embarrassing.
One week later, I pulled into my driveway after school. I saw Antonio washing his car. There was soap all over the hood, but Antonio dropped the hose and went inside. I felt the heat of embarrassment simmering up my body. He didn’t want to face me, either. I sighed and stomped up the stairs to my room. Upon entering, I threw my backpack on my bed. When I looked up, Antonio was standing in his bedroom window. He was watching me. I froze. He did want to see me. I didn’t know what to do. He continued to stare, expressionless. I don’t know what came over me, but I grabbed my bikini from my dresser. Standing boldly in front of the window, I peeled my shirt over my head. A small smile hinted at his lips. Feeling encouraged, I unclasped my bra and it fell to the floor. I stood there for a minute. It seemed like an eternity. Collecting my bikini top, I covered my boobs and tied the string around my neck and then my back. I looked up at him. He was smiling, but then made a pout face. His sexy, full bottom lip protruded. I smiled and dropped my jeans to my ankles. I cringed just a little, trying to remember what panties I had put on that morning. Taking a quick look, I was relieved that they were cute lace boy shorts and not something childish. Not that it really mattered, I discarded them to the floor too. I’d never been with a man, but I’d read enough to know that most men like the private area neatly manicured. I’d been waxing and trimming for years. Oh my god! He licked his lips and adjusted himself. My heart was about to beat out of my chest. I heard my mom calling my name as she climbed the stairs. I quickly stepped into my bikini bottoms and met her at the door.
“ Hi, honey. How was your day? Oh, you going for a swim?”
“ Yeah. It’s been a long day. I thought I’d swim some laps,” I said quickly, trying to get rid of her.
“ Okay. I was just going to do some shopping. I wanted to know if you wanted to go with me.”
“ No, thanks. Like I said, I’m going to swim.”
I got rid of my mom as soon as possible, but it was too late. Quickly, I spun back around to the window. Damn it! He was gone. I decided I was going to follow this through. I was going to utilize the open invitation to use his pool. I was going to his back yard and swim, without permission. Maybe he'll spank me. Oh, god. What is wrong with me? I grabbed a towel from the hall closet and hurried down the stairs, before I lost my nerve. I figured he was out front with his car. Instead of going through the back like I usually did, I paraded out the front door in nothing but my bikini.
My mojo was zapped instantly when I saw him standing in his front yard, talking to her. My mother. Bless her heart, if she had seen the parade of women and what he did to them, she would never have had the nerve to talk to a man like that. She was too innocent to even know how sexy he was or that she was way out of her comfort zone without even having a clue. It made me giggle. I smirked confidently as I rounded the corner of our houses and his eyes tracked my movement. I jumped into the water as soon as I could. I didn’t want to be too close to him if he happened to come back there. I have no idea how I know this, but…oh yeah, he’s coming back here. I smiled to myself and started my laps.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I surfaced to take a breath. Antonio was squatting down at the end of the pool. My icy blue eyes were probably the size of saucers as I stared at him.
“ Hey Nikki. It’s great to see your body in the pool. I mean somebody in the pool.”
He grinned and I blushed, but I couldn’t move away. He leaned in a tiny bit closer. His eyes sparkled as he spoke and his smile turned a little wicked.
“ You know, swimming is a great way to keep your body looking good. Feel free to workout here anytime.”
He stood up with that same look still on his face as he walked away. Just before he went inside, he turned back to me.
“ I look forward to seeing more of you. Soon.”
I literally felt like I would explode. He was flirting with me. Wasn’t he? Why would he? He had women at his beck and call. Maybe I was just too infatuated with him, so I saw what I wanted to see. Oh crap. That was probably it. I was just being stupid. Grow up, Nikki . Frustrated with myself, I swam extra laps. I needed to wear out my over active imagination. I was exhausted. I hadn’t had a good swimming workout since Frannie moved out. I dragged my tired body up the ladder. Antonio came out through the patio door, holding a beach towel. He walked straight up to me.
“ Here, Nik. I didn’t know if you had a towel.”
He was close. Too close. He smelled so good. He wrapped the towel around my shoulders. His hands grazed my skin as he did. I don’t know if I inhaled too deeply, or if his touch was too much or if I swam too many laps, but all I knew was my legs felt like they had turned to jelly. I felt them giving out. As I started to crumble, Antonio caught me around my waist and held me firmly against him.
“ Are you okay, Nikki? Do you need to sit down? Do you want to go inside?”
I started to panic at the last offer. I struggled to stand on my own and pulled away.
“ No. I’m fine. You’re just too much for me.”
CRAP! Did I say that out loud? Of course I did.
“ I mean I swam too much. I…I…I need to go home.”
I was babbling like a talking monkey. Every word that spewed out sounded worse than the one before. The more I spoke, the wider his stupid, smirky smile got. SHUT UP, NIKKI! JUST. STOP. TALKING. I practically threw his towel at him. I stopped to grab my own towel from the chair. Antonio was still smiling, actually I think he was on the verge of laughing. If I’m honest, I must have looked and sounded pretty comical. I didn’t want to be comical. I wanted to be sexy. I was almost to the side gate when he called my name.
“ Nicole! You're gonna want to take that wet swim suit off as soon as you get home. You wouldn’t want to catch a cold.”
I tried to act cool, but I’m sure I oozed the nerdy kid vibe. I flung the gate open and walked as fast as my jelly legs would carry me. The further away from him I got, I started to think more clearly. As I climbed the stairs to my room, it hit me. What did he say? Did I hear him tell me to take my swim suit off? Oh, stop it, Nikki. I couldn’t help myself. The first thing I did was look out the window. Holy shit! He’s there. My body was still trembling from being so close to him and also from making a fool of myself, but in my room, I was much more brazen. I kicked my door closed and turned the lock. I stepped directly in the middle of the window and dropped my towel. I was going at my pace. He was going to need to have patience. Pulling out the elastic band, I bent with my ass to the window and shook out my hair. I looked over my shoulder to see if he was still there. He was there alright. His eyes seemed to be burning my skin. It was like I could feel him looking at me. It fed my need to play this dangerous game with him.
With my back to the window, I untied the strings to my top. I held it above my head and let it fall to the floor. I looked at him again. I made a spinning motion with my finger. He smiled and nodded. He wanted me to turn around. I laughed and shook my head no. Looping my thumbs in either side of my bikini bottom, I slowly lowered them to my ankles with my ass toward the window. I didn’t really think that through. Mid bend, I realized that far more than my ass was showing. I had just exposed my most private area to him. I was completely embarrassed and so freaking excited at the same time. I wanted to touch myself, there. I wanted to do it in front of him. Could I do that? It was my room. I could do whatever I wanted, right? I stood up and turned to him. My full naked body exposed for his viewing. I looked at him again. His face looked angry or like he was in pain. I noticed he was biting his bottom lip. Did I do something to make him mad? Did I push too far? I just stood there naked. He took a deep breath and motioned with his finger. Turn around and down? He wanted me to do it again. I smiled and did what he wanted. I wanted to please him. He licked his lips as he watched me. He held up his hand and mouthed something to me. I shrugged. I didn’t know what he wanted. I stared at his lips as he mouthed it again. TOUCH. Oh god. He wanted me to touch myself.
I had been straining so hard not to do that. I had never felt this strange feeling that I needed something. I didn’t know what I needed, but it was persistent. My mind was spinning faster than I could process what was happening. I was going on pure excitement. I slid my favorite chair in front of the window. Sinking into it like I did when I watched him, I began to touch myself. He had that pained look again. I didn’t know what I kept doing wrong, that made him look upset. I stroked slowly all around my opening. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I drove my finger inside, my back arched off the chair in sheer pleasure. I worked my finger in and out in a deliciously slow pace. Still feeling that sense of needing something, I increased to two fingers. My hips pressed forward. Rolling and meeting my hand with each thrust. I was lost in my own sensation for a few minutes. I almost fell out of the chair when I looked back at Antonio. His pants were unzipped and his erection was gripped in his fist. It was the first time I had ever seen a penis. His was enormous. He was stroking it at the same pace I was using on myself. He gritted his teeth and his brow furrowed. Oh god! He's going to cum. No sooner did I think it, spurt after thick spurt spewed from his cock. He had that face again. It was then that I finally figured out that the angry face was his holding back face. He took a ragged breath as he stared at me. I’m not sure which one of us was more shocked, but neither of us looked away for several minutes. Suddenly, he backed up from the window and disappeared. I heard my front door open.
“ Nikki, honey. I’m back,” my mom called.
I managed to pull on my robe and unlock my door before my mom made it upstairs. Mentally and physically exhausted, I fell across my bed. I didn’t know how to process what had happened. I knew it felt good, but I knew it was wrong. Very, very wrong. I purposely steered clear of the window and Antonio for the whole next week. I thought about him every waking minute, but I stayed away from that window.
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon. My mom and dad were throwing me a birthday barbecue bash. Several friends from school and every relative I had ever known were milling around in our back yard. I heard Frannie squeal from the side yard. I ran to meet her.
“ There’s the birthday girl!”
“ I miss you being next door," I said. "You think maybe we can talk Alex into moving here?”
We both laughed at the thought of Alex and Antonio under the same roof. As if things were not already a contender for a Jerry Springer episode, that would definitely push us into dysfunctional television stardom. Next on Jerry: My seventeen year old best friend is pregnant by her twenty year old boyfriend and I undress and touch myself while her dad watches and jacks off in the window next door. I had to laugh. When did I get so disturbed? I was snapped back from my thoughts when I felt arms wrap around me in a hug. I hugged back, instinctively. When the embrace was over, I let out an audible gasp. Antonio. I had not seen him since the incident. Yeah, that’s what I called it.
“ Happy Birthday, Nikki,” he said. His sexy Italian accent made every word sound seductive. Probably only in my head, but it was my birthday. I went with it.
“ Th…thank you,” I murmured. Not a hint of sexy or seduction in my voice.
He handed me a small gift bag and smiled warmly. I started to relax. If he could be relaxed, then I could relax. We were both just pretending it never happened. Antonio moved around the yard to the grill. He positioned himself next to my dad. Oh, perfect. I was trying to relax and he wanted to get all chatty with my dad. I tried to ignore him, but I could feel him look at me. Each time I felt it, I looked up and he was watching me. I saw my dad point to the back door and give a few hand gestures as directions for Antonio. He disappeared into our house for several minutes. The next time I saw him, he had a shit eating grin on his face. He seemed very pleased about something. I was dying to know, but terrified to get anywhere near the man.
The party died down around nine. We had been out in the sun all afternoon. I was saying goodbye to Frannie when Antonio walked up. He kissed Frannie goodbye, on the cheek and then did the same to me. I felt paralyzed from his warm breath on my cheek.
“ Happy Birthday, Nikki. I hope the rest of your night is great.”
“ Daddy, don’t you want to stay a little longer? I don’t get see you as much any more,” Frannie whined.
“ Nah, baby girl. I’m going to go home to a cool shower and spend the rest of the night in my bedroom.”
His eyes moved to mine as he told her his plans. I watched helplessly, unable to think of anything other than him wrapped in a towel and water glistening on his body. Alex wrapped his arms around Frannie.
“ We should be going, too. You need your rest.”
After everyone left, I helped my mom with the clean up. Finally, I wandered up to my bedroom. I showered and then plopped down on my bed. I felt something tucked under my blanket. Folding the blanket down, I found a very small pink box. I didn’t recognize the name printed on it. I also couldn’t figure out why or how it ended up in my bed. I popped the lid off and folded back the layers of pink tissue paper. My jaw nearly hit the floor. There was a tiny black lace bra, matching panties and garter belt, complete with thigh high stockings. The card read: I miss seeing you. A chill ran down my spin. I pulled back my curtains to see if Antonio was there. He was sitting in a chair in front of the window. He was looking at the TV and didn’t see me. I was a bundle of nerves. I dropped the curtain before he saw me. Locking my bedroom door, I unwrapped from my bath towel and shimmied into the ‘outfit’. I gazed at myself in the mirror. My reflection actually heated my blood. I looked…sexy. I had never seen myself like that. I certainly never felt sexy, until that moment.
My breath was coming faster and my body had that needy feeling that I didn’t know how to fix. I reached for the curtain, but stop. Instead, I snatched my robe off the bed and wrapped it tightly around me, covering the ‘outfit’. I tiptoed through the dark house. With the finesse of an experienced cat burglar, I broke out of my own house. As quickly as I could, I darted through the backyard. Before I knew it, I was ringing the doorbell at Antonio’s patio door. Lights flicked on deep inside the house. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I stood shaking like a frightened animal, as he opened the back door. His eyes widened in surprise and he muttered.
“ Nikki? What are you doing over here?”
“ I…I just…I just wanted to show you what I got for my birthday.”
I tugged the satin belt of my pink satin robe and the sides fell open. Antonio towered over me. I never realized how tall he was compared to me. My bottom lip quivered. His eyes were glued to my body. His fists were clenched at his sides. He gritted his teeth together. He had that ‘holding back' face.
“ You have to go home, Nikki. You can’t be here. Go!”
I felt a tear stream down my face as I trembled in front of him. I was scared and crushed and so damn needy. I looked up at his big brown eyes.
“ Please. Please don’t send me away. I was brave enough to come. I may never be this brave again. Please, Antonio.”
“ It’s not bravery, it’s naivety. You have no idea what kind of man I am. You wouldn’t be here if you did. Go home, Nikki. I’m sorry.”
I touched his face with my trembling fingers. He closed his eyes and tried to breath through it. His eyes softened a little. He pleaded with me.
“ Please just go home, Nikki. I can’t let you in.”
“ Why? I thought you…I don’t know what I thought.”
“ I don’t trust myself, Nik and you shouldn’t either.”
“ Sorry…but I do trust you. I want to come inside…with you.”
He rubbed his hand over his eyes and down his face. He grabbed my left forearm forcefully as he looked around the neighboring yards. He tugged me inside as he closed the door before any neighbors could see me.
“ Fuck! I didn’t mean for this to lead to anything more than looking. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. Shit, you couldn’t string together a coherent sentence around me two weeks ago and tonight you’re half naked on my doorstep. What happen to you?”
I whispered and stared into his eyes as I stepped closer to him.
He shook his head and stepped backwards, recoiling from my touch.
“ No, Nik. Please don’t touch me. I…”
I stepped closer again and reached for his hand. I brought it to my breast. He closed his eyes and sighed.
“ I want you to touch me. Please?”
He stood his ground. He was the one shaking now, but still he stood his ground. I continued to push.
“ Antonio? What if we just continue what we were doing before, just here, instead of the windows? I want you to teach me how to touch myself. I need something, but I don‘t know what and I don‘t know how. Please?”
“ Nikki, don’t you understand? I can’t be near you like this, much less with you touching yourself. I won’t be able to control myself. I can’t Nik. I’m begging you, please go home. Please, Nikki.”
I took a deep breath and tried not to cry. I was humiliated that I was dressed like a whore in the outfit he gave me and he didn’t find me desirable. I didn’t understand what was happening in my body. Why had he coaxed these sensations out of me, but wouldn’t teach me what to do with them?
“ I need to use your restroom, then I’ll go.”
He nodded and backed up to sit on the couch. When I came out of the bathroom, he started to get up.
“ Don’t bother. I’ll see myself out. I’m sorry I bothered you.”
He buried his face in his hands as I made my way through the kitchen to the back door. This was turning out to be the worst birthday ever. Antonio pried himself shamefully from the couch. He stopped to turn out the bathroom light on his way to bed. In the bathroom floor, he found his gift in a crumpled pile that also happened to contain my heart. He scooped the items up and brought them to his nose. He breathed in my scent.
“ They smell so sweet, just like the girl. Oh, god. What am I doing? Just walk away, Antonio,” he mumbled to himself as he stalked to the back door.
He grabbed my arm just as I opened the door. He spun me toward him. I gasped, as he kissed me. He pressed his lips to mine, moving them gently until I parted mine. His tongue dived deep inside my mouth. Tentatively, I moved my tongue with his. A low growl escaped his throat and he swept me into his arms. Still kissing me passionately, he carried me up the stairs to his bedroom. He placed me in his bed and untied my robe. He stood beside the bed as he gave me directions.
“ Lay back, Nicole. Get comfortable.”
I followed his every command without question. His voice changed back and forth. Firm and confident when he said Nicole. Soft and needy when he said Nik.
“ You are gorgeous, Nik. You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you in my bed. Do you still want to stay for a while? You can change your mind if you want. Okay?”
I nodded, never taking my eyes off him. He smiled, but continued to stand next to the bed.
“ Touch your breasts for me. Take your nipple between your finger and thumb and roll it. Pinch and tug, sweetie. Mmmm. Do the other one. Uh huh. You look so hot. Does it feel good?”
“ Yes,” I whispered softly, unsure of myself.
“ Do you want to keep going?”
“ Yes.” This, I was sure of.
“ Spread your legs apart. Wider. I want to see all of you. Mmm, you look so good. I’d love to… I don’t know how much longer I can do this, Nik. Touch yourself. Are you wet?”
I swiped my finger along my pussy and dipped my finger inside. Antonio smiled and sat on the edge of the bed.
“ Slow down, baby. Move your finger to your clit and massage.”
I just stared at him. I didn’t know what he was talking about.
“ Your clit. Here.”
He took my finger in his hand and guided it to the right spot.
“ Feel a little hard bump? That’s it. Move your finger in firm, fast circles over it.”
My body arched almost immediately when I put pressure on the sensitive little bud. I jerked my hand away and stopped.
“ No. No, Nik. Keep going. Relax and focus on how good it feels. Move quickly. You’ll love it, I promise.”
I started again. My back arched again, but I didn’t stop. How had I not known about this? I felt a strange feeling. It wasn't a throb or a tingle. More like a vibration that started low in my stomach and quickly spread through my whole body. I screamed out as the sensation raced through me. My body tensed and spasmed.
“ Oh my god. Antonio, what’s happening? Ohhh, god. It feels so good.”
“ Mmmm. I told you. You just made yourself cum, baby. It looked like it was a pretty good orgasm. You look so fucking hot, Nik.”
“ It was amazing. That’s what I needed. I feel so much better, but…”
“ What? But what?”
I took a trembling breath as I stared at the sexiest man I had ever seen. I needed him.
“ Are you going to touch me? I want you to touch me, Antonio.”
“ Nik, I can’t. I wouldn’t be able to stop at touching. Now, you know how to satisfy that needy feeling. You don‘t need me.”
“ I still want you,” I whispered.
“ Can I see you?”
My request caught both of us by surprise. I was in too deep. I needed more.
“ You’re persistent, aren’t you? You don’t understand how hard it is to control myself. If I undressed I would loose it.”
“ I came to your door half naked and I’m in your bed, fully naked. I understand loosing control.”
He stood up. His eyes locked on me as his hands went to his belt. The belt was unbuckled, jeans unbuttoned and the zipper down. I watched as he reached inside his pants to remove the huge bulge that had been straining against his jeans. He gripped it with his fist and pumped it a couple of times. My eyes widened as it grew even bigger and stiffer before me. He smiled confidently. For the first time since he told me to lay back, I moved. I crawled closer to inspect. He inhaled deeply, trying to steady himself. I raised my hand, but stopped, to look up at him.
“ Can I touch you? Please?”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t say no. I gently ran my fingers along it’s length. It was so soft, like silk was covering steel. There was a bead of clear liquid on the tip. I ran my fingers over it. As I inspected it, he spoke for the first time since I touched him.
“ Taste it,” he said in a low raspy voice.
I looked up at him in shock. It didn’t seem like something I would want to do, but the strain in his voice, told me it was something he wanted. I closed my eyes and sucked my fingers into my mouth. I savored the taste and something switched inside me. I couldn’t control it. I flicked my tongue over the tip of his erect cock and then wrapped my lips around him.
“ Ooohhh, Nikki. You can’t… Please. Oh, fuck this,” he growled.
He twisted his hand in my hair and started to thrust his hips at my face. I don’t know why, but I loved it. I was more turned on than ever before. His cock plunged deep into my throat. I gagged a couple of times, but quickly found my rhythm. I sucked and licked as he moved in and out of my mouth.
“ Suck me, Nikki. You feel so fucking good. Harder, baby. Oh, yeah. Fuck!”
Suddenly, without warning, he pulled out of my mouth. He made an animalistic sound as he shoved me back on his bed. He kissed my mouth and neck. His huge erection was rubbing at my wet opening. He moans.
“ Nikki, is this what you want? Do you want me?”
His chest was heaving rapidly. His words came out in strangled breaths.
“ Are you sure, baby? Are you sure you want me to fuck you? I won't be able to turn back from here. God damn, I want to fuck your sweet pussy. Tell me. Say yes, Nik.”
“ Yes. I want you inside me, tonight.”
He pressed into me slowly.
“ Holy hell! You’re so tight,” he growled
He continued to press firmly against the resistance. I cried out as the resistance gave way to his hard cock.
“ Owww. Oh god, Antonio. It hurts.”
“ Ooohhh, Nikki! It’s your first time, baby. We gotta break through your virginity. Then, I‘ll make you feel good, baby. Try to relax.”
“ Stop, Antonio. It really hurts.”
“ I’m sorry, Nikki. I can’t now, baby. Hold on just a little longer. I promise it’ll feel good. I want
to make you feel good. I’m going to fuck you, just like you asked me to.”
He started moving out, then back in. Slow and easy at first and just like he promised, it started to feel good. No, it felt incredible. Once I relaxed and moaned softly, he thrust harder and faster. He looked in my eyes as he slammed into me. I moaned over and over, lost in the lustful desire that he created in me.
“ You like this? You like getting fucked by a grown man. I love how my dick feels in your hot pussy. Your little cunt is milking my cock, baby. You feel even better than I imagined.”
“ Yeah, Antonio. It feels so good. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“ You’ve watched me, Nik. You know I like to fuck all night. You want me buried inside you all night, baby?”
“ God, yes. You’re amazing. Fuck me, Antonio.”
“ Mmmm! That’s my girl.”
He made good on his word. He fucked me into the early hours of the morning and in ways I wouldn’t have imagined were possible. He walked me through giving myself my first orgasm, but then he gave me at least six. That was when I lost count, at least. He walked me to the kitchen door at four in the morning. We kissed softly, before opening the door.
I stared up at him. I loved to hear him say my name. He is the only person that has ever called me Nik. I used every bit of control I had left to keep from wrapping myself around him. I was not ready to leave him. He smiled and motioned for me to go before my parents woke up.
“ Nik, come to me again tonight.”
I smiled inside and out. I couldn’t wait to be back in his bed. I ran across the yard and sneaked back into my house. This was the best birthday ever! Not only did I become an adult, I became a woman. Antonio's woman.
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