Letting the Neighbor In

Jamie knew she should not have let Mike, her neighbor, come inside her house, but he had just moved in next door and when he asked whether she had anything cold to drink (and the temperature was in the 90’s), she walked from the side yard into the house with him following. They chit-chatted for a half hour or so, drinking Cokes, but soon she noticed him looking at her, almost continually and more importantly, the obvious huge lump inside his pants which showed just how excited he was.

Soon it was his turn to watch her eyes stay continually trained on his erection. He opened his legs slightly, knowing his growing cock would be even more obvious in this position. Then out of the clear blue sky he asked:

“Have you ever touched a man’s cock?”

She was very surprised by his casual use of the obscenity. More frightening was the unfamiliar sensations that his words stirred inside her. The new neighbor was talking more intimately with her than any man ever had before. She suddenly grew more suspicious of the situation which was quickly developing. She bit her lip and shook her head.

“No, of course I haven’t, never!”

“Never what?”

“What you said. I’ve never touched a man’s . . . you know . . . thing.”

“No of course not, you’re only a kid. You can’t even say “COCK” can you?”

Jamie swallowed hard. She’d said the word many times but this was very different from giggling innocently in secret with her friends. She’d heard men say “cock” before, but when he said it, the word suddenly took on a new meaning. He was talking about HIS cock and it wasn’t meant as a swear word – it was an actual object, that she was fascinated with. It was a man’s sexual organ. It was HIS sexual organ; he was referring to.

She was also shocked to discover that, despite the menacing situation she was in, she found the thought very exciting. She was too innocent to realize why he wanted to hear her say the word, but she realized instinctively that it would be a mistake to try to placate him by giving in.

“I’m not a kid! I just don’t like to hear bad language.”

“You should practice saying it. One day you’ll want a cock inside you . . . and that I promise.”

Jamie ‘s heart lurched and she felt an unfamiliar flutter in the pit of her stomach. To be fucked – that was what a cock was for. Of course she knew that in theory . . . but his words made the concept real. His cock was for fucking with. For fucking girls – and she was a girl.

“I don’t need to practice because I’ll never say that,” she said trying to convince herself.

He shrugged, “It’ll happen one day . . . maybe very soon.”

He moved his hand casually to Jamie ‘s slender shoulder and caressed her neck softly with one finger. His voice was gentle and reasonable.

“Do you know what I think? I think you’re afraid that stroking a real cock might get you VERY excited. You might find that you like it so much that you want to do more of it.” A second finger grazed the soft skin of her neck and sent a shiver through her body.

“So what do you think about stroking my cock . . . right now.”

The youngster was being affected by his touch. Mike allowed his thumb to sink into the front of her top. This surprised Jamie . . . but what was the real surprise is that the movement of his fingers actually triggered an excited feeling in her little pussy. She was a sixteen-year-old school girl and she didn’t have the experience to deal with this situation. She must do something to get out of this situation she thought.

“I know . . . I want us to be friends.” There . . . she said what she was thinking.

“Okay. Prove it to me.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Just stroke my cock . . . that’s all.”

“I can’t . . . I’ve never done anything like that before. I don’t know what to do.”

He stared into her wide blue eyes and laughed softly. She knew instinctively that the more she protested her innocence and inexperience, the more he would want her to do it.

“It’s just like stroking a dog or a cat, but you’ll enjoy it much more.”

“How do I know that?”

“Let’s give it a try. Kneel down in front of me and gently stroke . . . MY COCK.” At this point, Mike molded his fingers around and over his shaft, almost like a commercial. This sudden request took her by surprise. But there was something about how big his cock had become . . . that attracted her to follow his suggestion. She couldn’t believe what she was about to say.

“All right, I’ll do it. But just for a few seconds.” Secretly she was imagining what his cock might look like under his jeans.