Chapter 103: First Time

Alyssa Myers was all of barely seventeen since last week. She lived with her family in Illinois, but would occasionally stay at her grandmothers nearby for a weekend. Now that she was seventeen, she was having other ideas about her weekends.

Alyssa was no stranger to dating. She’d dated two boys, both briefly, short-term romances that never went farther than serious kissing. Mark had felt up her boobs once, when she was sixteen, but they broke up soon after that. She was thinking more about her next boyfriend than what her grandmother was cooking tonight.

Alyssa’s grandmother had this creepy old guy that lived next door. She’d turn around and he’d be standing over there, staring at her. He was such a weirdo. Average in size, he was some old retired guy that was always staring at her. If he ever spoke to her, his eyes would be looking all over her body as he did. Such a creep.

Jason McGill was a retired machinist. Jason had issues, mental health issues, but his parents had died early and he’d gotten a job at the factory, where he worked quietly. Always alone, he’d lived in this house his who life. Now retired, he kept the yard immaculate. Yet, the slightest disruption would set him off. Being alone, he alone had to deal with his mental traumas alone.

Jason had few hobbies, but one thing he did a lot of was looking at porn sites with his old Mac computer. Now that he was older, his mind would wander into all kinds of sex. He was into young girls when this girl had shown up next door. He watched her every chance he could. She’d come for a weekend, then go away. He took pictures; guessed she was maybe 13. Just starting to show breasts. Nice legs, her loose-fitting gym shorts revealed quite a bit. Taking a video once, he’d jerked off to that many a times.

As time went by, the girl would occasionally show up. Each time she was even more developed physically. One day he’d spoken to her. She’d said she was fifteen. Jesus! She may be 15, but she had the body of a much older girl.

One Friday night, he’d been out back smoking some weed. He hadn’t taken his meds in two days, either. The girl was visiting next door again. He’d been fantasizing about her and now she was back. He wondered if she had grown even more. Suddenly, the back door opened and the girl walked out. She came out a few steps, stopped, looked around and lit a cigarette. Eventually he called out quietly, “Hey, we usually smoke over here.” She was surprised, but then walked over. As she got closer, she could smell the weed and she grinned. In the darkness he could easily tell. She had definitely developed more since last year.

As she stood there, he shared his joint with her. She was talking, but he wasn’t paying any attention. He couldn’t stop staring at her incredible cleavage. Whoa. His mentally twisted mind, lacking proper meds and high on pot, went down a road where logic had no place.