Chapter 7: The Boy and the Teddy

“Happy fucking Valentine’s Day to you, too,” Stephen muttered as he pushed at his cock to get it to settle down. It wasn’t going anywhere—just poking straight out in his wet shorts. He headed straight for the shower between his room and Crystal’s, where he stripped off the shorts and stepped into the hot steamy spray.

So close! He’d been so close. What had he done wrong?

He hadn’t been looking in on Mrs. Abbott. Not that he’d never peeked through the fence when she was lying by her pool. Just not this time. She’d come to the fence and invited him over for a drink. Granted she gave him water, but that seemed to be a good idea anyway. They sat and talked, and she invited him into the hot tub. She controlled where they sat, pulling him down right next to her, so their legs were touching.

She’d gotten them both glasses of wine and he was sure she knew how on display her stellar butt was when she bent at the bar. He could watch that butt for hours. She’d sat even closer to him when she brought him his wine and he was absolutely positive she invited the kiss. It was just a little touch of the lips at first. He was sure she wasn’t going to go any further at first.

But then, she started running her fingers up and down his chest and pulling him into a deeper and deeper kiss. It wasn’t until she let her hand drift down to his shorts that he started exploring a little himself. He’d never had a more passionate kiss! What teenage girls could learn from his neighbor!

Finally, his hand had come to rest on the bare flesh of her boob. More than a handful, for sure, but her bikini fell away from it and left it free for him to explore. He stroked across her hard little nipple a few times and had just dipped his head to sample it with his lips when she stiffened up.

Her grip on his cock became painful as she gasped for air and sounded like she was in pain. Then she pushed him away, covered her breast, and stood to get out of the tub, muttering about how she’d had a long day and needed to prepare things for her husband.

And she was gone. Just like that!

He’d put the cover on the hot tub and found his own way out of the yard and back to his house.

The soapy hand gliding up and down his bare cock in the shower was his own, but he could well imagine it being Louella Abbott’s hand as she kissed him fervently. He’d had his hand on her bare boob! He’d felt her nipple! He was going to...

He did. His semen splashed against the walls of the shower and he shook as the water beat down on him.

It was the way all his dates ended. He couldn’t believe Mrs. Abbott was just a prick tease. But she’d sure teased his prick good. And then disappeared. Had he dreamed the entire encounter? No. All he had to do was close his eyes and he could feel her tongue in his mouth and his hand on her boob. It was real—right up until the moment it wasn’t.

He sighed and turned off the water.

He’d just had a good come, but his cock was still more than half rigid and tingling. He toweled off and went to his room, trying to decide what he was going to do for the rest of the evening. His parents were out for their own Valentine dinner date. His sister, who never lacked for a date, was out with that guy Luke. Well, that was one guy who wouldn’t go home frustrated. Crystal had made no secret that she liked to fuck her dates.

What was he going to do if he hadn’t been called to an impromptu fantasy with the neighbor lady?

He was in the process. A heavy workout followed by shooting some hoops. Then a shower and an evening spent in front of his computer watching porn until he couldn’t get his cock up anymore. The thing was that having had a live boob in his hands and a woman’s tongue in his mouth, watching other guys with other girls while he stroked his own meat lacked a significant amount of appeal.

Which didn’t mean he didn’t try it.

After an hour, he decided he really didn’t care for porn that showed another guy’s cock doing what he wanted his cock to do. Cocks didn’t interest him. He just wanted to see the girl and imagine she was welcoming him into her. He shut down his laptop and cupped his hands behind his head as he lay back on his pillow. Yes, his cock was still hard.

He glanced at the clock. Only just after ten. His parents might get home early, but he was sure Crystal would barely make it by her midnight curfew. Mom and Dad wouldn’t do anything if she didn’t make curfew. It was more of a guideline than a rule. Maybe Luke would take her to a motel and stay the night. Anyway, her room was currently empty.

Stephen went through the bathroom and opened the door to Crystal’s room. As he assumed, empty and neat as a pin, just like she always left it. He stepped over to her bed and reached for Teddy, careful not to disturb any of the other animals or the pillows on Crystal’s bed.