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

    him, watching him head towards the door. “Thank you for coming tonight, I’m sorry I’m not socialising with everyone its just—friends are here and everything.” “We understand.” He laughed at me, grinning when the pitch of my voice wavered and lowered with each excited syllable. “I didn’t wanna hang out much with the old people when I was seventeen... You’re on your last year of school now, aren’t ya sweetheart?” “Yeah, grade twelve now.” My head lolled a little and he let out another laugh at my sloppiness, taking a step forward to catch me just in case I fell over. “Pretty exciting!” “Sure is. I can’t believe how old you’re gettin’. Feels like you were only this big yesterday.” He held his hand to an offensive height and savoured the way I rolled my eyes at him. “You’re gettin’ to be a charming young lady, aren’t you?” He joked. “I’ve always been lovely.” I told him, slumping forward and snorting at my clumsiness, and he stuck out an arm to pull me up. He clicked his tongue and tugged up my shirt, which had slipped to show the top of bra – finding a double-edged sword when it hiked up and showed too much of my belly. He tugged it down again, probably a little tipsy himself, and sighed. “What is it with you young girls and wearin’ next to nothin’?” He asked, pulling it up again before he realised what he was doing. “I’m doing alright, thank you, Mr Harris.” I teased him, his charming smile picking up at the edges at my little dig at his age. “At least you can’t see half my ...
    arse tonight.” “That’s true. Though, I’m sure your mum would strangle you before she let you out of the house lookin’ like that.” Guy grinned again, taking a swig of his beer before glancing down at me. “You still got that boy followin’ you around? Whats-his-name?” “Kieran? No.” I sighed, weighed down by sad-feelings and intoxication. “I figured dad would’ve told you about him by now.” “Wait—he ain’t the one who—?” “Yeah.” “Ah, shit, Hannah. I’m sorry.” He smiled, nudging my bare shoulder with his beer. “Teenage boys can be cruel. I would know,” Guy continued, taking my other shoulder with his spare hand. “I’ve been one.” “Like fifty years ago, I bet.” I jabbed and he scoffed, tugging me under his arm to ruffle my hair. I huffed, having spent half-an-hour taming the brown curls into semi-straightness, and reached up to pull away. Hugging Guy always felt really nice because he was a lot like my dad. He was a lot taller than dad, but was stocky and strong. He had a bit of a beer gut, like most guys his age, but it didn’t take away from him at all – it made him seem more manlier, like he kept himself in good shape but still knew how to wind-down. I always kind of figured that I’d like a boyfriend like my dad or Guy, but most of the boys at school were into their cut-up singlets and neon-coloured shorts – like the idea of masculinity had been washed away over the years. I wanted a man like dad or Guy because they made me feel safe, and I knew that if I ever got in trouble I could ...
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