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

    count on them to look after me if something ever went wrong. My fingers tickled the back of his neck and Guy rested his forearm on my lower back, saving his beer from spilling onto the concrete beneath our feet. I smiled up at him gently before beaming like a drunken lunatic, giving him a tight squeeze. “You’re not that old, Mr Harris. Pretty old, but not THAT old.” He seemed to like the way I giggled, and he gripped my forearm to keep me steady. “Thank you for coming to my party.” “My pleasure, sweetheart.” He gave my arm a nice squeeze and I pulled myself in a little closer, looking up at him and searching his face for any kind of discomfort. I liked the way he held me when he gave me hugs. The last time he gave me a hug that tight was when I failed my math class in tenth grade, and mum was angry with me because I hadn’t tried hard enough. Dad was in hiding, because mum was really strict about grades, so I slipped into the neighbour’s yard to get away from her bad mood. The Harris’ didn’t mind me stopping around, as I had done it for so long, and I had thought that they were both still at work. All I wanted to do was hide on their back patio and sulk for a while, but it turned out that Guy had already finished work for the day and found me sobbing like a deranged loser. (“Now, darlin’, school is important, but one failed class ain’t gonna colour the rest of your life.” He told me, as I cried like a dumb baby into his work shirt. “You’re already a smart girl, don’t worry ...
    too much about it, hey?”) I really liked how he looked after me like a dad, because my dad could be very distant when it came down to it. I’m sure it was not dad’s fault; I knew he could be quite thoughtful. He was a quiet kind of man, whereas Guy was more outgoing and a bit of a joker. Pulling myself up to give him a quick kiss on the chin in thanks, the old man scoffed at me when I leant back. “You’re a very friendly little drunk, aren’t ya?” He teased me and I rolled my eyes again, not wanting to pull away even though I felt him start to shift. “Nooo, I’m just happy that you’re here. You’ve done so much for me and I’m so happy that you’re here. Thank you.” “Oh darlin’, honestly—“ He must have started to get a little embarrassed at my cooing because he began to pull away. “It’s not a problem. You’re a good kid.” I beamed at him and pushed up again, the shift of weight making him step backwards. I took in his face and caught his cautious look, obviously wondering about how weird it would be to be caught in this position with his neighbour’s 17 year old daughter, but I tightened my arm around the back of his neck and stood on my toes and caught him on the mouth. His lips were warm and wet, and tasted like beer. “Thank you for coming.” I said again, barely pulling back and relishing the thrill that shot through me. I had always wanted to know what it would be like to kiss someone for a simple thank you. I had no romantic intention lurking behind my kiss, but he sort of froze and ...
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