1. The Handsome Man Next Door


    Date: 12/23/2015, Categories: Fiction, Male/Teen Female, Older Male / Female, Oral Sex, Written by women, Author: sunflowers, Rating: 94.3, Source: sexstories.com

    A/N: I wrote this for women like me who are gettin' kinda sick of all the cliche man stories on here featuring the older man/younger woman thing. It has a bit of a long start to it, but it's a nice kind of build up, and hopefully it flows well and gets you off nice and easy. I'm thinking this will be a series but it took me a couple of months to put this together so it won't be a quick updating piece, just when I'm 'in the mood', I guess. Constructive comments always welcome and no advertising your kik, or your email etc, in the reviews section. Also, positive votes show me that I've done a good job! :) ------------ Mum and dad had been friends with the Harris’ for five years before I had gotten myself into my little predicament. They had moved in next door when I was 12, just before I delved into the most awkward stage of puberty anyone could have fathomed. At the age of 17, I felt I had kind of levelled out, after five years of getting taller and wider and cinching at the waist, bursting out of my brand-new bras every few weeks. I honestly felt sorry for my mother – she could never keep up. My body was continually turning into that of a woman’s, and it was getting very obvious to the boys at school. When I was younger, they used to make fun of me because my boobs were big for my age. They’d laugh and tell me I had ‘big jugs’, a term that made them laugh even more. By the time I was 15, however, they began to realise that their teasing had been a mistake, because I started ...
    blossoming into a pretty young lass. Not that I knew it at the time, considering I had the self-confidence of a teenage girl. I never did sport or anything, but walking to and from school every day kept me nice and trim. I had a cute little belly, nice and soft, which melded into wide hips that made it possible to wear the slimming high-waisted shorts and jeans that were in fashion. Having a dedicated craving for crop-tops, I was pleased that I had the body to keep up to date with the current fashions. All through my early teens I was such a lame-o, wearing embarrassing slogan teeshirts and baggy jeans – hiding my body away in my school’s sports uniforms. Being 17, however, seemed to change my life. I had lost my virginity at the start of the summer to a boy I thought I was in love with. Mum and dad had made me invite him over for dinner, and being casually relaxed parents, let him stay the night – so my lovely boyfriend and I rolled together between the sheets for the first time that night, fighting off the stickily hot Australian summer by ignoring it for our own source of heat. He dumped me two weeks later for a girl in the grade below us, and my heart was broken. Now that I dressed like someone who fit-in, and had lost my virginity (the coolest thing to do at the time, because EVERYONE was talking about sex) I took it in mind to make the most of my summer before I started my final year of high school. My parents let me have a low-key birthday party with a few friends, and ...
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