Jodi’s parents had embarked on a six-week journey of a lifetime, leaving their nineteen-year-old daughter to fend for herself in the family home. Before departing, they had issued clear instructions: if anything went wrong, seek out their neighbour and longtime family friend. So, when Jodi stepped outside to check the mail and the door clicked shut behind her, locking her out, she knew exactly where to go.
She knocked on his door, wearing a simple black t-shirt and shorts, feeling foolish for her carelessness. When he opened the door, his eyes lit up with recognition and warmth.
“Hey Jodi, what’s up?” he asked, stepping aside to invite her in.
She explained her predicament, and he nodded sympathetically. “I think your parents gave me an extra key,” he said, “I’ll have to find it. Please, come in.”
Jodi smiled and stepped inside, unaware that his gaze had dropped to her ass, watching the way it swayed as she walked. He shook his head, trying to break the trance that her young body had cast over him.
He opened a drawer and started to rummage through all the bits and bobs inside, looking for the key.
“So, how’s living by yourself been?” he asked, continued his search.
“Oh, I love it,” she laughed. “Can’t wait to be old enough to move out.”
They chatted casually as he searched—she mentioned sunbathing in the backyard earlier that day, complained about the heat. He spoke of his mundane routine: work, home, repeat. Finally, he held up the key triumphantly.
“Well, if you ever want company, I am free,” he offered, an invitation hanging in the air between them.
She smiled. “Sure.”
“Actually,” he continued, seizing the opportunity, “I was going to do ribs tonight, if you would like to come over.”
“Really? Sure. I’m tired of pizza and burgers,” she replied, her face brightening.
“Great,” he said, his mind already racing with possibilities. “Bring your swimmers, and you can swim in the pool as I BBQ the ribs.”
“Okay, awesome,” she beamed.
He handed her the key. “About five, be okay?”
“Sure,” she smiled, taking the key from his hand.
He watched her leave, his eyes tracing her form until she disappeared from view. “See you then,” he called after her.
The afternoon passed quickly as he prepared the ribs and side dishes, his anticipation building at the thought of having her company for the evening—and perhaps more.
At five o’clock, she knocked again. This time, she stood at his doorstep wearing a little wrap over her bikini, and his breath caught in his throat. His eyes scanned over her body, taking in the woman she had become, no longer the little girl he had watched grow up next door.
“Hey Jodi, come in,” he managed, stepping aside.
“Thanks,” she smiled, walking past him.
“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked as they made their way to the kitchen.
“Sure. Anything with alcohol in it,” she chuckled, and he felt a thrill at her boldness.
He opened the fridge. “Well, there’s cider and beer. What do you want?”
“A beer, if you don’t tell,” she replied with a mischievous glint.
He pulled out a beer for her and a cider for himself, handing her the bottle. “No, my lips are sealed,” he smiled.
She opened the beer and took a sip. “Thank you. Glad you are so cool.”
“Well, a girl has to learn to drink at some stage,” he grinned, taking a sip of his own drink. “Shall we go out back? The ribs are on. They’ll take about an hour.”
“Okay, sure,” she said, leading the way.
His eyes dropped to her ass once again, and his cock responded by beginning to harden, pushing against the fabric of his shorts. They stepped outside into his private oasis—a pool, a patio, and a garden along the fence line.
“Welcome to my little oasis,” he said.
As Jodi looked around the backyard, her eyes widened. “Wow, I love it. You can’t see all this from our house,” she said, then removed her wrap, revealing the bikini underneath.
His eyes fixed on her body, taking in every curve, how the small triangles of fabric accentuated her breasts and hips. He stared, unaware that he was doing so until she caught him looking.
She smiled and walked toward the pool, descending into the cool water. He took his shirt off and joined her, sliding in from the side, grateful that the water hid the bulge forming in his shorts.
“This is so nice,” she said, floating nearby.
“Yes, it is. Good after a hard day at work,” he replied, acutely aware of his arousal hidden beneath the surface.
She swam over to him, and he stood waist-deep, just enough to conceal his condition. Then she turned over and floated on her back beside him, her breasts barely contained by her top, rising from the water’s surface like an offering.
He took a gulp of air, trying to stop the thoughts racing through his mind. She closed her eyes and sighed. “I could stay in here all night,” she chuckled.
He laughed along, his cock straining painfully against his shorts. The words escaped before he could stop them. “Jodi, please forgive me if this is inappropriate, but you have a great body.”
She righted herself and looked at him, treading water. “You really think so? Why would that be inappropriate?”
“I don’t know,” he babbled, suddenly nervous. “I mean, you are my friend’s daughter, and I am a whole lot older than you. And yes, if I was a lot younger, I would…”
She smiled and waded over to him, taking his hand in hers. He looked at her with wide eyes, uncertain of her intentions. Then she opened her legs and floated up to him, wrapping her legs on each side of his waist.
His hands instinctively found her waist, holding her there. His heart began to race as she smiled up at him, her face inches from his. He hesitated, then leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers.
“Yes,” she moaned as their lips met.
His arms wrapped around her back, pulling her closer. Their lips parted, and he slid his tongue between hers, tasting her for the first time. She moaned again, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist.
He broke off the kiss, breathless. “What are we doing?” he asked, looking deep into her eyes. He saw the same hunger reflected there that burned within him, and he fell back into another kiss, this one more passionate, more desperate.
She lifted herself up, her arms around his neck, legs around his waist as they kissed deeply, the water lapping around them.
They broke apart, both breathing hard. “We going to do this?” he asked, his voice rough with desire. “I mean, is it what you want?”
“I want to if you want to,” she whispered. “But the ribs are almost ready,” she added with a playful pout.
“I can turn those off,” he smiled, his need overriding everything else. “I want this so fucking bad right now.”
He held her ass cheeks and lifted her up, carrying her out of the pool. He walked her to a banana lounge and softly placed her down, then raced to the BBQ to turn it off before returning to kneel before her like a supplicant before his goddess.
She smiled, her hand brushing his cheek. He leaned over her and pressed his lips upon hers again, his bulge rubbing against her crotch through the wet fabric as they kissed. She let out little soft moans into his mouth, sounds that drove him wild.
He kissed down her neck, taking his time, savouring every inch of her skin, then moved to her chest. His tongue ran around her bikini-covered nipples, teasing them through the fabric. Her breathing changed, becoming ragged as she felt his mouth on her breasts. She inhaled deeply as electricity flowed through her body.
He lifted her bikini top up and took a nipple between his lips, sucking it gently, pulling at it with his mouth while his fingers found her other nipple, rolling it between his thumb and finger.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned, her body arching toward him.
He swapped nipples and repeated the treatment, moaning against her flesh, the vibrations making her gasp.
“Mmmmm, you have me so turned on,” she breathed, and he knew she was wet between her legs, and not just from the pool.
He raised his body and kissed her lips again. “I want to fuck you, Jodi,” he growled, “but first…”
He kissed down her body until he was between her legs. Moving her bikini bottom to one side, he leaned in and licked her labia, finding her teen pussy perfectly groomed, the lips shaved and already wet with arousal.
The tip of his tongue ran up her wet lips, finding her clit and circling it before repeating the motion. Each time, it slid a little further inside her, tasting her essence. She gripped the sides of the lounge, her orgasm building as he ate her out with devoted attention.
His tongue slid deep inside her, rubbing against her inner walls, being coated with her juices. He moaned as he tasted her, the flavour turning him on even more, making his cock throb with need.
She cried out as she came, her body trembling beneath him, her back arching off the lounge. He held her waist, continuing to lick her pussy, trying to extend her orgasm, drawing out every spasm of pleasure.
She moaned, breathing hard as she came down from her peak, her body limp and satisfied. As her orgasm died down, he sat up, smiling as he wiped her juices from his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Now for the main program,” he quipped, standing up and taking off his shorts. They dropped to the ground, revealing his hard member, standing to attention, thick and veined with desire.
Her eyes widened as she saw his cock for the first time. He noticed her staring. “Want to touch it?” he smirked, walking closer.
She looked up at him and started to giggle, her cheeks blushing a deep crimson. His cock stuck out, throbbing in front of her. He leaned down and picked up her hand, placing it on his member.
She gripped it, her fingers wrapping around the shaft, feeling the warmth as it throbbed in her hand. She slowly stroked it, looking up at him for direction, innocent and eager.
He moaned at her touch. “Yes, just like that. Is this the first cock you have touched?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir,” she said softly, continued to stroke him.
“And what do you think?” he asked, knowing this was all a first for her, that he was now her guide into a world filled with lust, desire, and sex.
A wicked smile filled her face. “I like it. Do you think it will fit?”
He smiled, playing with her. “Where do you want it to fit?”
She looked at him, puzzled, then whispered, “Inside my pussy.”
“Well then, yes, it will,” he assured her. “Want to try it?”
Her smile changed to anticipation. “I am ready,” she whispered, spreading her legs wider.
He walked around between her legs and lowered himself. Holding his cock, he positioned it at her opening and looked up into her eyes. “Are you sure? Because once we do this, there’s no backsies.”
“Yes, I am sure,” she confirmed, her voice steady despite her nervousness.
He thrust his hips forward and slowly slid his cock into her tight slit. She moaned as she felt his shaft fill her slowly, the sensation overwhelming. Once his full length was inside her, he let it sit there, allowing her to get used to the feeling of being stretched, being filled completely.
He looked up at her, seeing the expression on her face. “How is it?”
She was breathed hard. “It hurt a little, but better now,” she admitted.
He slowly began to thrust his cock in and out of her pussy, the head just staying in before he thrust back into her, using slow, deliberate strokes to ease her into it. She moaned louder as it began to feel good, the pain giving way to pleasure.
He increased his speed, moaning from the feeling of her warm, tight pussy clamping down on his cock. “Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned.
Her moaning increased in loudness and frequency as she received her first fuck from a man she had, until tonight, thought of as gentle and warm. He stopped and repositioned himself, his cock not leaving her pussy, kneeling in front of her and placing her legs up on his chest. He held her waist and continued fucking her harder, deeper.
Her head tilted back, mouth open, continuing to moan as her focus narrowed to his cock deep inside her pussy, the sensation of being taken, being claimed. He kept fucking her, his pelvis now slamming against her with every thrust. He grunted and groaned as he felt her pussy starting to pulse around him, knowing she was near the edge again.
“Yessss,” she cried out as she felt herself cum, her moaned louder, more desperate. “Feeling so good, so intense.”
He kept fucking her through her orgasm, her pussy clamping down on his cock in rhythmic pulses. “Fuck,” he moaned, feeling himself getting to the point of no return. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned.
She was moaning and panting, her juices covering his cock, making it slick as he continued to pound into her. With one last thrust, he buried himself deep and shot his load inside her quivering pussy. He let out a loud, guttural moan, “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccck,” as spurt after spurt of hot cum filled her.
She was breathing so hard, taking him so deep, feeling his seed enter her, marking her as his. He stood up, and his cock slid out of her, glistening with their combined juices.
“So,” he asked, looking down at her flushed, satisfied body, “how was your first fuck?”
“Wow, it was amazing,” she gave him a little smile as she lay there, still shaking from the experience, her chest heaving.
His cock, glistening with her juices, started to soften. “How about we have those ribs,” he suggested, “and then, if you want…”
She chuckled, stretching languidly. “I don’t know if I can move.”
He laughed, holding his hand down to help her up. She took it, rising on unsteady legs. “Wow,” she breathed, looking at him with new eyes.
He pulled her to her feet and guided her to the outdoor table, pulling out a chair and helping her sit down. She sat, still naked, her body glowing in the fading light.
Then it dawned on him. He had cum inside her. “You’re on birth control, aren’t you?” he asked, suddenly concerned.
She looked up at him, her expression unreadable, as he turned the BBQ back on to warm up the food, the evening air filling with the scent of ribs and sex.
“I’m on the pill,” Jodi said, her voice casual as she leaned back in the chair, her naked body glistening with a sheen of sweat and pool water. “Have been for a year now.”
He exhaled, relief washing over him as he flipped the ribs on the grill. “Good,” he said, glancing back at her. “Because I got carried away.”
She smiled, her legs parting slightly as she sat there unabashedly nude. “I wanted you to,” she admitted. “I wanted to feel you cum inside me.”
The words sent a fresh jolt of desire through him, his cock twitching despite having just emptied himself into her. He focused on the food, plating up the ribs and side dishes, then brought everything to the outdoor table. They ate in comfortable silence, the air thick with the scent of barbecue and sex. Jodi devoured her food, her appetite apparently sharpened by their exertions, and he found himself stealing glances at her breasts as she ate, watching them sway with every movement.
“This is amazing,” she said, licking sauce from her fingers, the gesture obscene and arousing. “You’re a great cook.”
“Thanks,” he replied, his eyes fixed on her mouth. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
They finished eating, and he cleared the plates, stacking them in the sink to deal with later. When he returned to the patio, Jodi was already back in the pool, floating on her back, her body illuminated by the underwater lights that cast an ethereal blue glow across her skin.
“Join me?” she called out, her voice sultry.
He didn’t hesitate, walking to the edge and diving in, the cool water enveloping him. He surfaced near her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs finding his waist again. They kissed, slow and deep, their tongues dancing as they treaded water together.
“I want to try something,” she whispered against his lips, her hand sliding down between them to find his cock, already hardening again in the water.
“What’s that?” he asked, his breath catching as she stroked him.
“I want to taste you,” she said, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of innocence and hunger. “I’ve never… I want to learn.”
He groaned, the thought of her virgin mouth on his cock almost too much to bear. “Are you sure?”
She nodded, her hand still working his shaft. “Show me what to do.”
He guided her to the shallow end, where the water came up to his chest, and she could kneel on the submerged steps. She positioned herself before him, looking up with wide eyes as he stood before her, his cock bobbing at face level, thick and veined in the blue light.
“Just take it slow,” he instructed, his voice rough. “Use your tongue, your lips. You don’t have to take it all. And if you don’t like it, you can stop.”
She nodded, then leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the tip. He moaned, his hand finding the back of her head, not pushing, just resting there. She licked again, circling the head, tasting the saltiness of his precum. Then she opened her mouth and took him inside, just the first inch, her lips sealing around his shaft.
“Fuck,” he breathed, looking down at her. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
She began to move, bobbing her head slowly, her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock as she pulled back, then sliding forward again. She gagged slightly as she tried to take more, and he soothed her, stroking her wet hair.
“Don’t force it,” he murmured. “You’re doing perfect.”
She found a rhythm, her hand wrapping around the base of his shaft, stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. The sensation of her inexperienced lips and tongue, the sight of her kneeling before him in the pool, it was overwhelming. He felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening.
“Jodi,” he warned, his voice strained. “I’m going to cum. If you don’t want it in your mouth, you need to pull back.”
She looked up at him, her eyes watering slightly, and instead of pulling away, she took him deeper, her hand pumping faster. That was all it took. With a guttural groan, he exploded, his cum spurting into her mouth in thick ropes. She coughed, some escaping down her chin, but she kept her lips sealed around him, swallowing instinctively as he filled her mouth.
When he finished, spent and trembling, she pulled back, licking her lips. “Was that okay?” she asked, wiping her chin with the back of her hand.
He laughed, breathless, pulling her up into his arms. “That was incredible,” he said, kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue. “You’re a natural.”
She beamed, proud of herself. “I liked it,” she admitted. “I liked making you feel good.”
“You did,” he assured her, his hands sliding down to cup her ass. “Now I want to make you feel good again.”
He lifted her easily in the water, positioning her against the pool wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he guided his cock to her entrance, still sensitive from his recent orgasm but hardening again at the thought of being inside her. He thrust up into her, the water making her buoyant, and she gasped as he filled her once more.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her arms gripping the edge of the pool as he began to move.
The water sloshed around them as he fucked her against the wall, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, her moans echoing in the night air. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, his hands supporting her weight as he drove into her again and again. The sensation of the water, the heat of her pussy, the way she clung to him—it was sensory overload.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her head thrown back against the concrete edge. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
He had no intention of stopping. He shifted his angle, grinding against her clit with every thrust, and felt her begin to tighten around him. She came hard, her body convulsing, her nails digging into his shoulders as she cried out his name. The feeling of her pulsing around his cock pushed him over the edge, and he came inside her again, his thrusts becoming erratic as he emptied himself into her depths.
They clung to each other, breathing hard, the water settling around them. “Inside,” he panted. “I need to fuck you properly. On a bed. On a couch. Everywhere.”
She nodded; her eyes glazed with lust. “Yes. Please.”
They climbed out of the pool, grabbing towels but not bothering to dry off completely. He took her hand and led her inside, the air conditioning hitting their wet skin and raising goosebumps. They didn’t make it to the bedroom. In the living room, he bent her over the back of the couch, entering her from behind, her hands gripping the cushions as he pounded into her with renewed vigour. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mixed with her moans and his grunts.
From there, they moved to the kitchen counter, where he sat her down and fucked her slowly, watching her face as she came again, her expression one of pure bliss. Then the hallway, pressed against the wall, her leg hooked over his hip as he thrust into her standing up. By the time they finally made it to the bedroom, they were both exhausted, their bodies slick with sweat and pool water and each other’s fluids.
He laid her down on his bed, her hair fanning out across the pillows, and entered her one last time. This time was different—slower, deeper, more intimate. He looked into her eyes as he moved inside her, watching her expressions shift from pleasure to something deeper. They came together, their bodies trembling in unison, and then collapsed, tangled in each other’s limbs, too spent to move.
He woke the next morning to the sound of birds chirping outside and the warmth of a body pressed against his side. Jodi was asleep beside him, her head on his chest, her arm draped across his stomach, her breathing soft and even. The morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating her face in a golden glow. She looked peaceful, innocent even, a stark contrast to the woman who had begged him to fuck her harder just hours before.
He lay there, staring at the ceiling, his mind racing. What had he done? She was his friend’s daughter, barely more than a girl, and he had taken her in every way possible—by the pool, in the water, against his furniture, in his bed. He had introduced her to sex, to carnal pleasure, to the things that happened between a man and a woman in the dark.
And yet, as he looked down at her sleeping form, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. She had wanted it as much as he had, had initiated as much as he had. But what came next? Her parents would return in five weeks. Would this continue? Could it? Should it?
She stirred, her eyes fluttering open, and she smiled up at him, warm and content. “Morning,” she murmured, her hand sliding down his stomach.
“Morning,” he replied, his voice rough with sleep and lingering desire.
She propped herself up on one elbow, her breast exposed, the sheet pooling around her waist. “What are you thinking about?” she asked, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.
He hesitated, then spoke the truth. “I’m thinking about what this means. For us. For the future.”
She was quiet for a moment, her expression thoughtful. Then she leaned up and kissed him, soft and sweet. “Let’s not think about the future,” she whispered against his lips. “Let’s just think about now.”
And as she slid beneath the sheets, her mouth finding his already hardening cock, he decided that perhaps the future could wait. For now, there was only Jodi, and the way she made him feel, and the endless possibilities of the next five weeks stretching out before them like an unwritten story.
