Dan Carlson had welcomed Ted and Cindy Taylor when they had moved in across the street from him back around 2007, when their daughter Becca was just 2. He had been their emergency babysitter on occasion, and Becca had come to call him “Uncle Dan,” whenever he came over to the house, or when she spotted him gardening across the street. As her babysitter, Dan liked to bounce her on his knee, and Becca loved being bounced, squealing with joy whenever he played “bounce” with her. Dan tossed her gently upward, his strong arms holding her, then releasing her for a moment so that she felt weightless- like she was flying, and then gently catching her as she came back down on his big knee. Her giggling was contagious, and Dan often found himself laughing with the little girl as they played.

Dan always loved the sweet sound of the youngster’s voice, yelling in her high pitch, “Hi, Uncle Dan!” as she came out of the house on her way to school, or to one of her many friends’ houses.

When Becca got a little older, in her early teens, Dan evolved into more of Becca’s confidant and adult buddy, even as her parents told Becca to refer to Dan as “Mr. Carlson.” He didn’t need to babysit her anymore, but when her parents went on weeklong or weekend vacations, they would ask Dan to “keep an eye,” on Becca. Dan understood that this meant keeping an eye on the house and letting them know if Becca had hosted any wild parties or had done anything else that threatened their house or the neighborhood. Ted and Cindy also made sure that Becca knew that Ted was watching and would report anything out of the ordinary.

The actual situation was just a bit different. Dan didn’t mind coming over when Becca was having a party, and he never seemed to notice if the underage teens were drinking beers or making out in public. He told Becca that as long as the volume was kept down, and the number of kids involved was manageable, he would look the other way, and tell her parents that she had been a good girl. It usually wasn’t a problem as Becca was never a cheerleader or one of the popular girls at Springville High, so she rarely had more than two or three girlfriends, and maybe a couple of boys at her parties.

Her exclusion from the really popular group was probably because of her looks. While Dan had watched her body develop into a tall, lanky and sexy shape, her face was a little plain. She had a nose that was a little too long and too big, cheeks that were not blessed with high prominent cheekbones, and a smallish mouth with thin lips, over two front teeth that stuck out a little in an overbite that probably resulted from thumb-sucking when she was a child. Becca really didn’t do much to attract boys, as she often wore baggy clothes that hid her developing curves, and reinforced a tomboy look that she seemed to embrace.

Some of her friends were also tall, and skinny and had little interest in boys, as they would come to Becca’s house dressed in scruffy, baggy clothes, that completely hid their sexy young bodies. It was only when Becca would beg Uncle Dan to let her friends stay overnight for a sleepover, that Dan saw that the girls were developing into sexy little teasers. He loved making Becca beg him to let her have a sleepover, telling her that she needed to call him “Mr. Carlson,” and that he would consider her request.

He enjoyed those nights, and the big hug he got from Becca when he said “yes” to her pleading. He made sure he let Becca know that her secrets were safe with him when he let the girls have a sleepover. It was even better when the girls, bubbling with teen hormones and energy, would get involved in a giggling and screaming pillow fight. Sometimes they even tried to get Uncle Dan- or Mr. Carlson, as Becca told them they now had to call him- involved, by hitting him with a pillow, and then scampering away, giggling with delight. Dan resisted the urge to touch their nubile bodies, instead laughing with them, satisfied with enjoying the view of their sexy bodies, firm tits, and tight butts in little cotton panties as they cavorted around the house. The girls seemed completely oblivious to the fact that they were putting on a sexy and erotic show for Dan- a show that would fuel his fantasies on many nights.

So Dan was more than a little saddened when he saw Ted and Becca packing up a U-Haul trailer early in September, after her senior year. She had had a few parties that summer when her parents were gone, and Dan had enjoyed leering at a lot of hot, young teens, wearing everything from baggy sweats to tiny bikinis and even some sexy babydoll nighties during a couple of sleepovers.

“Hi, Uncle Dan,” Becca yelled across the street. “Come say bye, ‘cause I’m leaving with Dad to go to the University of Colorado this afternoon!”

Dan crossed the street and watched as Becca loaded pillows, bed linens and some favorite art and framed posters into the trailer. Ted helped her with a chair, a floor lamp and some other furnishings for her dorm room. As they finished loading, Becca came over to Dan and put her arms around him to give him a big hug. He noticed that Becca was now almost as tall as he was, her long thin body now about 5’11’. He also noticed that what had been small a-cup mounds were now firm b or c-cup torpedo-shaped tits, that pressed into his chest as she held him in a tight embrace. When he reached around to hug Becca, and his hands fell from her back, he also couldn’t help but notice the firm little bubble butt that filled out her cutoffs. He felt his cock stiffen noticeably, as she held him and hoped she wouldn’t notice.

But as he let go and let his hands brush along the side of what appeared to be last year’s shorts, he felt her press herself up against the bulge in his pants, as she whispered loudly in his ear, “I’m gonna miss you, Uncle Dan.”

“I’m going to miss you, too, Becca,” Dan said sincerely, looking into the teen’s pale green eyes, and giving her a light kiss on the side of her face. Becca shuddered a little, and she gave Dan a wet little kiss on his cheek, before pulling away and turning to get in her dad’s SUV. It was then that Dan was sure the cutoffs she was wearing were from last summer, as they were so small that butt cheeks were visible on both sides of the shorts, just above that sexy little crease where her muscular thighs met the curve of her ass. Dan’s cock stiffened in its painful pants prison as he watched her slide her hot ass into the Suburban.

As they drove away, Dan thought about all the sleepovers he had been lucky enough to attend, all the hot young teens he had watched cavorting, playing, and wrestling together. And all the little flashes of tits, butts, and firm abs he had enjoyed seeing. He had stored many of these images in his mental scrapbook, for later downloads when he was pleasuring himself.

Throughout the year, Dan heard little from Ted and Cindy about Becca and how she was doing. They always told him she was doing fine, but beyond that, it seemed they were enjoying the freedom of no kids, by traveling and cruising and going out regularly. The difference for Dan was that now, when the Taylors were gone for a week, he watched a silent dark house across the street instead of enjoying nightly teen pajama and bikini parties.

It was late spring the next year when Dan learned his company wanted him to attend a trade show in Denver, just a few miles from the UC campus. He casually mentioned to Ted that he would be in Denver, and asked if Ted thought Becca would enjoy a dinner off campus at a nice restaurant, while he was in town. Ted told Dan that it was a great idea. He told Dan that Becca was always complaining about dorm food, and he was sure she’d love a dinner out somewhere. Ted gave Dan her dorm address and her phone number, and thanked Dan for thinking of Becca. My pleasure, thought Dan with a smile.

Ted even gave Dan some cash to give Becca while he was visiting.

Dan knew he should have called ahead, and let Becca know he was coming, but he thought it would be more fun to surprise her. And since he was her “bud” for so many years, he knew that whatever happened, she would be happy to see him, and excited that he had paid a visit. He could hardly have guessed how happy she would be.

Dan landed in Denver late in the afternoon on Thursday, and since he had no events that evening, figured he would pay Becca a visit. He drove to the campus, and followed his GPS to the Lynx Crossing complex, a group of modern midrise dorm buildings within walking distance of the various UC academic buildings, arena and library. He parked his rental car, and walked a couple blocks in the crisp air, passing several sexy coeds along the way all showing off their nubile bodies and their smooth tanned skin in the bright sunshine. When he found Becca’s unit he followed a hot coed in the door, and watched her little buns as he climbed the stairs to the second floor where Becca’s suite was. He couldn’t help his cock from stiffening inside his pants, even though he didn’t really want to greet Becca with a boner.

He knocked, and immediately recognized Becca’s sweet voice, even as it wavered a bit when she said, “Who is it?”

“It’s Mr. Carlson, from across the street,” Dan said, as if she might not remember him.

“What,” Becca squealed, as he heard her feet pound toward the door. She threw the door wide open, and threw her arms around Dan without warning or opportunity for him to prepare. It wasn’t until she had been hugging him for a good 30 seconds that Dan realized Becca was only wearing a tight cropped t-shirt, and a pair of off-white lace bikini panties. Finally, Dan gently pushed her back and stepped inside her room.

“Let me see you Becca,” Dan said, as he looked her up and down. First he saw that her face was still plain and pale, with a too-big nose in the center. Her face was framed by a pair of thick blond ponytails, with simple black scrunchies holding the tails at each end. The little color in her face came from the much darker eyebrows that she had brushed on, which only made the rest of her complexion look a bit washed out. Her slightly protruding upper teeth were visible under her narrow upper lip, and she still had the pouty, somewhat fat lower lip that he had always kidded her about. Dan looked at her cropped thin t-shirt, restraining a pair of obviously firm, likely c-cup tits. Below the shirt, he admired her visible ribs over her firm and almost concave tummy. But his eyes were drawn downward, to her sensuous hips, and the lacy beige bikini panties that formed a bridge at each side and in the middle outlined the bulge of her labia and the slit of her young pussy.