"DAD!! Come here! Quick!" I called out. I was in the bathroom staring at a bug. But it was one of those trapezoid-shaped ones that are "crunchy." My dad rushed into the bathroom carrying one of his old shoes. I spit out my toothpaste that had occupied my mouth only moments before, I closed my eyes as he squished it with a loud "thwack" from the shoe. I cringed. He wiped the bottom of the shoe off with a tissue and threw it away.
"That's the sixth one we have seen today! And yesterday, we saw twelve of those little suckers! I think it's time to call an exterminator," he muttered to himself. I nodded in agreement and finished brushing my teeth, then headed off to bed.
The next day, an exterminator came to our house to check out the bug situation. He was probably in his 50's, he was fat, bald, and had a giant "plumbers butt" hanging out of his jeans. He told us that we would have to spend the next three nights at a hotel so he could spray the place. Knowing my dad however, we would not be spending the night at a hotel. He was a money-saver all the way, and he even convinced the exterminator to give him a 40% discount off of the total cost. But I knew that we would be staying at our next door neighbors house for the next three nights. I didn't necessarily mind, though. Our families had been close for over eight years, ever since we moved here. We had dinner together almost every Saturday night; my mom always cooked and I always made us dessert.
The Jackson's (the next door neighbors) had three kids, John, Keith, and Kerry. John was out of college but lived close by, so he still came to our Saturday night dinners. Kerry was a sophomore in college, and Keith was a senior in high school, as was I. I went to a private girls school though, and he went to our town's public high school, so we didn't see much of each other besides Saturday night.
Anyways, he looked exactly like his dad, except younger and in better shape. They both were 6"1' and had blonde hair cut into a crew cut; it always reminded me of Channing Tatum's hair. They both had green eyes, white teeth, and a slightly crooked smile. Keith worked out every day, which I knew because he blasted his rap music in the garage every afternoon so loudly, that I could hear it from my room. He also went running every day, and in the summer he would run by my house with his shirt off.
Now, John and Kerry were the complete opposite. They both looked like carbon copies of their mother. The three of them had long dark brown hair, well in John's case short, and dark brown eyes. Kerry and Mrs. Jackson were both a little soft around the edges, but still pretty beautiful. John was very buff, but in a different way then Keith. Keith was much more slim and sleek, while John was more of the body-builder type, with huge biceps and pecks.
The weekend we stayed at the Jackson's was a late August weekend, and in Rhode Island, it can either be really hot then or really nice and slightly cool. This particular weekend was perfect in my opinion; the days were still warm, in the 70's, and the nights would cool down to the low 60's with a slight breeze in the air.
I packed a small duffle bag full of clothes and toiletries, and grabbed my laptop and pillow. Heading downstairs, I killed another bug and threw some flakes of food into my fish's bowl. My little brother, Jonah, had his backpack stuffed to capacity and was waiting by the door. My parents came downstairs, so we locked up the house and headed over to the Jackson's.
We walked right in, not even bothering with the doorbell, and set our stuff down in the foyer. They lived in a very large, victorian house. They had three floors, and at least five spare bedrooms. Keith came to the door and took my mothers bags. He led us upstairs and showed us our rooms.
My parents were in a very nice pale green room with yellow bedding and curtains. It was at least twice the size of my room at home, and it had a balcony with a sliding glass door. Keith led Jonah and me down the hall to the next room, where Jonah would be staying. It had a large, flat screen TV and an Xbox, and Jonah looked thrilled. We left him alone, looking through some of Keith's games, and walked down the hall a little farther.
"So what's up Anna? It seems like I haven't talked to you in a while!" Keith said, looking sideways at me and grinning his crooked smile.
"Oh, god Keith. It hasn't even been a week!" I laughed and we walked up the next flight of stairs, to the third floor. "But I've been working on my tan a lot! Can you tell?" I grinned and so did he.
"YES I can tell! You are so nice and tan!" He laughed and we continued down the hall. He brought me into a room right next to his. It was almost as big as the room my parents room, but not quite. Painted a nice off-white color, it had rustic-looking furniture and big poofy white comforter. There was a big bay window behind the bed, and a sliding glass door that led out to a balcony. The balcony stretched down the house and connected to Keith's room. It had a nice hammock, and I could see the full moon over head.
"Wow, it's beautiful out here!" I exclaimed, sliding open the door and walking out on the balcony. I sat down on the hammock. Keith came and lay down on it next to me, and pushed me down with him. I giggled and rested my head on his muscular arm. I had never been on their third floor, and although I knew they had a nice house, I had never realized just how nice it actually was.
"It sure is," he answered, looking at me as I gazed at the moon. I smiled and closed my eyes.
"You really grew up, Anna. I never really noticed how much older you got. I still think of you as a little 7 year old girl, playing dress up as I played super heroes," Keith said to me, and I smiled, thinking back to the first few years we lived here. Keith and I had been best friends when we were kids, but when I switched schools for high school, we started to grow apart. We hadn't really hung out for two or three years, and suddenly I missed him.
"And you too! Gosh you used to be a chubby little boy who hated all sports and just wanted to play video games!" I laughed and turned my head towards him. I stared into his eyes, and he reached up to my face with his big, strong hand. The wind had blown a lock of my straight brown hair across my face, and he tucked it behind my ear. His hand lingered there, and he leaned in and kissed me. It was a soft, perfect kiss. His lips were perfect and his breath tasted like mint. Keith opened his mouth slightly, as did I, and he pushed his tongue against my teeth, then eased it into my mouth. He was a really good kisser, and an even better french kisser.
"Wow, your a really good kisser, Anna," he whispered, breathless, as he came up for air. I smiled.
"You too!" I whispered back. He laughed softly and sat up. I frowned.
"Are you leaving?" I asked, sitting up too.
"I should get back to my room. I haven't even started my summer reading, and school starts in a week," he told me.
I sighed. "You're right, I should probably get my summer reading done, too," I said, slightly glum. He chuckled and stroked my hair some more.
"Don't worry. There will be plenty of time for kissing this weekend," he leaned in and nudged my nose with his. He stood up and pulled my to my feet.
"Sleep well, Anna," he whispered, and disappeared down the balcony. I heard his glass door slide open and close, and I went back into my room. He had left me feeling aroused, and I was disappointed he had left me so soon.
I sat down on the mattress, which was extremely comfortable, and stared at the wall. I didn't really feel like doing my summer reading, even though I hadn't even looked at either of the books I had to read yet. Finally, still aroused, I decided to masturbate. I pulled my duffle bag onto the big bed and searched through it, looking for the vibrator I had brought. I found it and pulled it out of my bag.
It was almost nine at night, which wasn't very late for me, but I knew Jonah would already be asleep and my parents would be in bed in less than half an hour. I crept to my door and closed it. I undressed and threw back the covers on the bed. I crawled in and started to massage my clit. When I was nice and wet, I turned the vibrator on the lowest speed and slowly inserted it inside my vagina. I was a virgin, but I was a pro at masturbating.
I stuck it in as deep as it would go, then pulled it out. I thrust it back in. I repeated this for a few minutes, then turned the vibrator up to the next level. The vibrator had five speeds; slow, medium, high, extra high, and highly crazy. Those were the actual names of the speeds, and I always laughed when I read the worn away words by the switch on the vibrator. The highest I had ever turned it was extra high, which alone was really fast and always made me cum in an instant.
I continued thrusting it in and out of my vagina with my right hand, while still massaging my clit with my left hand. I turned the vibrator up to high, and I was already slightly out of breath. My thrusts were getting faster and faster, and I turned the vibrator up to extra high. My pussy started to convulse, and I knew I would cum soon. Deciding to be daring, I turned the vibrator up to highly crazy. It was so intense that my entire body was shaking. I let out a loud moan and my hips bucked up into the air. I came with a loud yelp and slowly pulled the vibrator out of my soaking-wet-pussy. I turned it off and licked my cum off of it. My chest heaving, I stuck the vibrator back in my bag and collapsed on the bed. I was still naked and slightly sweating, but I was now content. Tired, I closed my eyes and was about to fall asleep when I heard my door open.
"Anna? Are you ok?I heard some moaning coming from..." Keith's voice drifted off as he saw me laying on the bed, naked and still breathless. I sat straight up and flushed a deep red. Keith grinned widely.
"Ahh, I see. You were masturbating. Did I make you horny?" He asked, still grinning. His cock was forming a bulge in his boxers. He had changed out of his day clothes and was now wearing striped boxers and a white t-shirt that was tight, but showed off his muscles in a very nice way.
I nodded, still embarrassed. I chuckled and walked over to the bed.
"No need to be embarrassed, Anna. I masturbate too. I'm just so glad that I have the power to make you so horny!" Keith sat down next to me and placed his hand over my thigh. He rubbed it up and down, stopping about an inch away from my pussy and then stroking back down. I moaned again. His hand still resting on my upper thigh, he leaned in and kissed me. We started to french kiss, and I leaned back against the pillows, Keith on top of me. He pulled away for a second and pulled his t-shirt over his head and threw it on the ground. He lay back down on top of me, his 6 pack and pecks pressing against my soft 34 C breasts and flat stomach.
His hand found my breasts and fondled the left one as we continued to french kiss. His cock was pressed against my thigh, and it was rock hard. He pressed it against my still-wet pussy and lubed it with my cum. He slid the tip of his dick inside me, then pushed in a little farther.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked me between kisses.
"Yes," I whispered.
"Ok, I'll go slow then," he whispered back. Keith slid his dick slowly but surely inside of my, and pushed it in until I "popped." I winced and dug my fingernails into his back. He held it still for a moment, then pulled out slightly and pushed it back in. He did this a few times, until my pussy muscles relaxed around his dick. My shoulders relaxed back into the pillows and my face became crease-free again as I began to enjoy the feeling of his eight in cock inside of me.
"Are you ok now?" Keith whispered in my ear.
"Yes," I sighed and he kissed my neck and nibbled my ear. He continued thrusting his dick inside of me, picking up speed every now and then. Soon, I was completely out of breath, as was he, and his dick was slamming in and out of my at a very fast pace. I felt my pussy muscles begin to tense up.
"I think I'm going to cum!" I whispered into his ear.
"That's right, baby, cum for daddy. Cum all over my dick inside you. Come on baby," he encouraged me as he picked up his speed even more. i moaned in ecstasy and felt my juices rush out of me, all over his dick. Some of it dribbled out of my vagina. I sighed and relaxed my muscles, but Keith wasn't done with me. He continued to thrust his dick in and out of me, his balls slapping against my inner thighs. His thrusts became more urgent, and he came inside of my in one big rush. It mixed with my pussy juices and more dribbled out of me. He pulled out of me and rolled over so he was laying next to me.
Just as I was starting to catch my breathe, he sat up and crawled in between my legs. He licked around my clit in circles, then darted his tongue in and out of me. He licked up all of our mixed cum, and I moaned, my hands on his head.
"You taste so yummy," he said devilishly, and I laughed quietly. He sat up and lay back down next to me. He put his arms around me and I curled into a ball against his chest. He stroked my hair and hummed a tune as I fell asleep in his arms.
I must say that although I hate bugs, especially, giant, crunchy ones, I was overall glad that they had come and infested my house. I spent the weekend with Keith, and we had sex three more times while I was staying there. He still sneaks into my room every Saturday night after our dinners and has sex with me. Keith and I formed a special bond together, and I became his lover and he became mine.
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