Neighbors ( Closed for Veroe and I )

[Sweetp4u]

"Lisa Brannon, forty, single and head of Marrell Marketing.." She read aloud, a scowl pinching her features. "As if being forty and single is terrible!" Her muffin forgotten, she let the Times drop to the table and reached for her coffee. To her large patio doors she moved, staring off to the back yard as she sipped at the hot life-giving brew. She should have never agreed to do an interview then read the damn thing.

Thursday, a nice long five day weekend ahead of her and she is up at seven in the damn morning, preparing for work. A chuckle followed her upstairs, into her bedroom where the sound of a car door slamming caught her attention. Moving to one large window, she pulled the heavy drapes to one side and look over her street below. Searching until she found an older nineties something or other car parked right next door, being unloaded by a man in a University hoodie. With interest, she watched and wondered whom he was exactly? She had met her new neighbor just three months ago when the single woman moved in. A brief exchange, but this was the first person she'd seen come to the house since then.

Her name was Cathy? Catherine? Kate maybe, something.

With mug in hand, she found herself watching him. Each time he came back to the car, lifting another bag or box or duffel bag, enjoying the view of him bending, lifting.. Hell! "I need laid.." When he turned about, glancing up to where she stood at the window, it were then she got a real good look at him. He was not nearly as old as she had first thought him to be.

"Oh.. damn.." She sighed then, stepping back into her bedroom and out of his sight. A college boy, fairly sure he was close to half her age, twenty something young. She could see him from where she stood, through the drape gap, until he went behind the fencing and into the house next door. Wasn't a few moments later that she heard a window near by pushing open, scraping hinges and voices carrying across the feet separating their two houses.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Lucas Taylor

Luke was looking forward to this. He had always been the popular jock, the quarterback and star of the football team both in highschool and now that his sophomore year in college was done there too. He had started this year and was already being touted as the next great quarterback of this generation. The first pick in the NFL draft was almost a certainty for him.

He found it easy really. All the head-hunting linebackers, and ball-hawking safeties, and even the signature-hunting would be agents, and long-lost cousins were easy to maneuver around for Luke. He at least knew what game they were playing. No his problem was the other thing that came with fame and success...the girls.

He had just gone through a nasty break-up with Ashley his girlfriend of the last year, and he had had it. He didn't understand girls, the games, the secret meanings to the innocent things he said. He was through with it. The worst was the guessing games.

Why couldn't they just come out and say what he was supposed to do? But no, they had no idea what they actually wanted. They just knew he was the one who was supposed to know and got upset with him when he didn't do it according to the script.

So now when he was home visiting his mom and looking to take a much deserved break from girls. No more women, no more games, no more confusion, and no more frustration.

He pulled the last box out of his old beat-up 98 Mustang, and shut the trunk. As he lifted back up easily hefting the box in his muscular arms he saw a woman with a coffee mug watching him through the window next door.

He smiled to her in a polite greeting before turning to carry the box inside his mother's new house.

No more girls, period.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lisa Brannon

She could hear the woman next door through the open window and the distinct rustle of moving in. His mother was s-mothering him, gushing tones and hurried words of clear happiness. She did not try to hear what was said, didn't want to know to be honest. She never had that urge to ruin her body and drive herself insane trying to raise another human being into a decent adult. Was hard enough being her without added baggage.

Still, even with his mother's tones reaching through the separation of space, she could not get the young man's form out of her mind. The woman, she was fairly certain, was near her own age, would not like where Lisa's thoughts had traversed to in the short time span of laying eyes on her son. Though she could not relate to having a grown child, her thoughts were anything BUT motherly where this new neighbor was concerned.

A smile lift her full lips, those eyes shining with mischief as she dressed in her running pants, sneakers and sports bra. Her hair was pulled up and into a ponytail with ease of daily practice, her mind on the young man's form. He was athletic, but what he had been wearing did not reveal too much. Strapping on her I-pod, she slip the buds over her ears, her watch to her wrist and pushed the ear buds in place.

All the while in her mind she could see him lower, stretch and lift. Bend and stand, striding out of sight, over and over..

"Fucking hell.." Muttered out in frustration. It had been weeks since she tried another disastrous date. A few weeks since she even masturbated, she was riding high on hormones and the young stud next door did not help her thought process what so ever. For all she knew, the guy was gay. Seemed to be the theme these days with the younger generation. She needed to run, not jog. Run out the rush of hormones and energies pulsating through her system, and get that young man out of her mind.

Since her neighborhood was relatively quiet, gated and safe, she did not bother with phone or keys or even locking her door. Instead she cranked on the 90's hair band station, stretching on her front lawn before taking off to circle the community, each lap was a mile. And each day she did her best to do at least three full circuits, but today she may end up doing four or five.

Her eyes lift to her neighbor's house as she passes the mustang, "Hi Lisa!" was called from the door step, his mother beaming at her with paper in hand. A hand was lift in greeting, in passing as were usual. A one sided greeting as Lisa did not like to raise her voice, but the smile was genuine as she passed the house. If she recalled right, Kate was a LPN or some sort of nurse? She would have to stop being so snobbish and actually visit with the woman sometime..

Were her motives now altered because of him? Possibly.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Lucas Taylor

Lucas had been home only a few minutes, with his mother doting after him. She'd always been like that. Ever since his father had walked out on them. Shaking his head he began the tedious chore of unpacking into his new room, in her new house.

About halfway through he started to get thirsty and headed downstairs for a glass of water. As he was drinking he'd spilled some down the front of his hoodie. Great. Now he was being a huge klutz.

He pulled off the hoodie and began to walk out of the kitchen and headed down the hall to the stairs on the way back to his room and suddenly froze. His mother had left the door open as she went out to talk to someone. It was the woman that had been watching him through the window next door.

She was a full grown woman, dressed in tight running pants and a sports bra. Red hair done up in an pony tail. To Luke she was very hot.

Then he blushed as he caught her look as she saw him standing there in the open doorway with his shirt off. Something about that look made him feel like he was being naughty just being on the receiving end of it. It made his cock hard in his pants.

Blushing slightly he rushed back upstairs. He watched her jog off through his bedroom's window, specifically the bouncing of that sportsbra and the sway of her hips with each stride she made.

Luke had sworn off girls, but that was a woman. If only he was older.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lisa

Four laps. Four damn miles of looping the same old neighborhood, passing the same house, over and over again... All the while her mind was on a younger man, much larger than he first appeared to be, lounging in a doorway.. Shirtless! If he had not looked so flustered at her gaze, she would suspect he did it on purpose.

Sweet Jesus. That young man was astonishingly built, good looking and seemingly ignorant of that fact. That damn nagging wee voice in her head wouldn't shut up, and no matter how fast she ran, her libido was not going to quiet down. So distracted by what she had seen of him, she did not bother to try and cool down on her lawn. Barely giving Kate a glance as she halted on her own stoop, ignoring the mother tending her flowerbeds.

I-pod was yanked off and tossed into a basket at the doorway, stepping out of her sneakers, she made a bee-line for the kitchen and a bottle of water. She was soaked with sweat, her breasts heaved with the laboring breathing and still all she could see before her was his wall of muscled, sculpted chest. She drank deeply, trying to calm her pulse and get that boy's chest off her mind.

"Jesus, Lisa!" growling at her self, the less-than stellar control she always kept. She could not bring the lust to heel, no matter how bad she thought herself to be. Funny, she felt not one ounce of shame for her lusty thoughts. Only irritation he were her neighbor's son, and that he was half her damn age. And worse yet, he looked like he could fuck a woman into a coma after breaking the bed.

What did that make her? A predator? Cougar? The thought made her grin a bit, she was known for getting what she wanted. From everyone, out of everything. She did not accept no for an answer nor was failure ever acceptable. So, yes! Damn it, YES! It made her grin to think of herself as a predator, she was one.

But this? This was a whole different level of thought process and decision making. This was not an advertisement or some model looking to get a job, some celebrity's snotty diva ways to contend with. This was a regular guy, at home with his mom. Unlikely he would come to her on his own, she didn't have something he wanted. Hell, he had no idea who she was, other than an older neighbor.

"So.." How does she get him where she wants him?

She was not a young lady any more, she never was when she was supposed to be either. Mature for her age, always and far too driven and sensible to play silly mind games. She didn't do that crap.. Straight up and straight forward but she'd never been attracted to someone younger than her before either. She was in a whole new zone and a little out of sorts with the lack of HOW-TO knowledge.

The curtains weren't entirely shut in her room, and she knew it but until now no one was in the room across from hers. It did not hinder her from stripping as she made her way up the stairs and into her bedroom. Her watch went back onto the dresser, her hair being pulled down as she walked into the large adjacent master bath to turn on her shower. As she passed the window, her sports bra landed at the foot of her bed, and her jogging tights were shoved down long lean legs to bunch at her ankles. Stepping onto the soft material, she freed her feet as she thumbed over her phone screen, checking missed calls.

She stood with her back to the window, in nothing but a small pair of black bikini panty, sending a text to her secretary to find out who was on her schedule and who was asking for a meeting or a night out on the town. She drop her phone to the bed, turning just enough to present her profile to that slim opening and smiled with her thoughts.

He had noticed her or he would not have reacted the way he had. Clearly he was not gay at least, not with that blushing look-away he gave her. What had she done to cause him to react like that?

 

[Veroe]

IC: Lucas Taylor

There he was all unpacked. Luke nodded to himself and went downstairs to grab something to eat. His mom was buzzing about having him home again and unhurt after a full season starting as a Quarterback behind a shaky Offensive Line. He'd spent most of his time picking himself up off the ground, taking a Defensive Ends tackle after delivering the ball in perfect spirals down the field to his receivers for touchdowns. By some miracle all he'd gotten all year was many many bumps and bruises but nothing broken or torn-thank god.

He ate his sandwich talking of how his mom was getting on here in her new neighborhood. She was hoping the woman next door would become a good friend. His interest piqued at the mention of the woman next door...Lisa. So he had a name for the face now.

After Lunch he returned to his room and fell onto his bed sneakers off and feet crossed. He lay there just enjoying the quiet. With practice and fans and boosters and working out and classes and Ashley-Constantly there was Ashley. He hadn't had a quiet moment like this in so long. He'd forgotten how relaxing not having something he had to do in the day could be.

Just as he began to drift off for a nap he noticed movement in the window in the house next door. He lifted up on his elbows squinting to get a clearer view. In the narrow strip not concealed by the drawn curtains he could see...her...Lisa.

"Oh God!" He murmured when he realized she was getting undressed for a shower.

He should look away, he knew that, but instead he got off the bed and moved over to the window peaking around the side. Like some dirty peeping Tom.

What the hell was he doing? He was taking a break from girls. He should stop looking. He should leave her her privacy, but he didn't he stayed rooted where he was watching.

She was down to nothing but her panties now.

Jesus, she was hot. He liked that she was older...it showed experience...wisdom...confidence...knowing what she wanted.

He watched her make a phone call in only her panties. Then turning to show sideboob with a wicked smile turning up the corner of her lips.

Fearing she'd see him Lucas pulled back away from the window panting. His cock was rock hard again. What kind of voodoo did this woman have over him?

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lisa

Her shower was brisk, quick to get to the point where she could scratch that itch currently driving her crazy. Gain some control over herself, some.. sanity and less hormonal over drive to ride the guy next door! So she coached herself, silently, as she scrub away the residue of sweat. With her entire body clean, she could then focus on release. Much, much needed release.

All she had to do was lean back a little into the cold tiled wall, ease her foot to the ceramic cut out built for such things, like shaving, and let her fingers do the walking. Those light blue eyes closed and lips did peal open with her soft in-drawn breath of initial pleasure. Cupping hands lift her lovely firm C's to pinch and rove over the peaked rosy tips... her mind did wander a bit, seeking some fantasy that would give her that swift rise, rush of heat and release.

Her phone started to ring in the other room.

Ignoring that.. sound, she press harder to the tile, digging her heel into that cool curved surface and gave each nipple a hard little pinch. In her mind formed a man, tan .. sculpted. Visually working her mind's eye up his feet. Sexy feet too and she wasn't into that sort of thing but they were appealing to her now. She lap her lips, ignoring the seventh ring. Higher her mind did venture, over his thick thighs and dusted all-male skin, traces of dark hair leading in a trail down his abdomen captured her lusty thoughts. Made her mouth water to lap at that, and follow it down into.. Sweats?

Her phone started in again as her eyes popped open wide. "Son of a ..." She was picturing HIM again! Of all the men in her life, why him? Why the hell could she not get this college boy out of her system? Gregario was far sexier and her age, though he were bi-sexual and more towards men than women, he was still her age. Yet she did not see Gregario as a man she could fuck herself silly with.

Towel wrapped about her, she moved quickly into her room and pressed the answer button as well as speaker phone. "What!" Snapped out as she yanked up her window to let in some much needed air.

"Miss Brannon, it's Robert." The disembodied voice volunteered what she knew by his stammering apologetic tone. "There has been a delay with Dean."

She straightened up from the window, fastening the towel a bit tighter and moved to take up her phone. "Robert, we went over this on Tuesday. I gave clear instructions in the event Dean pulled this stunt of his on us, didn't I?"

"Yes, Miss.." The poor man tripped over his own tongue whenever he spoke with her, and truth be told, it were holding Robert back from advancing in the firm. He needed some god damned balls if he were going to be in this business.. So far, he was ball-less.

"Remind Dean and his partner that they're under contract and have until Monday to deliver me four unique jingles or I will be sure that they write for no one. Ever. Period." She did not raise her voice, she did not turn mean or spiteful with her words, clear delivered instructions not even Robert could fuck up.

"Isn't that a little hard? We can take them to court..." Robert tried to list of what could be done, but was cut off once more.

"No. They deliver what was promised or not even Cartoon Network will hire them to write crap french fry jingles." She cut off the call and sat down, falling back to her bed where the only part of her that might be seen were her knees down to her dangling toes.

Laying there with old business managing to cool her mood right off, she swiped through her text messages. Finding a few dinner date offerings from fellow colleagues, she instructed Beth to make arrangements for drinks later that night with Micheal. A divorced man, the right age and not too old. Someone acceptable for her to date, to fuck.. It wasn't two minutes after instructing Beth to accept the date that she were regretting the choice. But who knew how things may turn out?

Phone rang again, this time it was Kate, inviting her over for lunch. Try as she might to find some sort of way out of going next door and meeting this woman's son in person.. face to face.. Jesus!

"Alright. What time?" She waited, nodding as she resolved herself to getting this over with. "No allergies and I do like chicken, yes. Okay. See you then." She hung up and then forgot to even ask if she should bring something. Good hell! She was not this sort of woman, and certainly did not want to be 'besties' with the divorcee next door when all she wanted to do was fuck that woman's son.

No time like the present.. Right? Unfolding her towel, her body lay bare upon the bed, air drying. She could nap like this but her body was still in need of release. So much so that her pounding heart beat was literally throbbing in sync with her aching clit. What harm could it do to just get the fantasy over with, in the safety of her bedroom, alone? No one could read her mind, know her thoughts and Jesus .. if she were going to face him at lunch..

A foot lift and dug in at the end of the bed, her fingers already making their way down between her pale thighs, brushing over the soft hair and into the pink moist slit below. Her moans were not high in pitch, but husky and low, long and drawn out. Murmurs of pleasure as she let her fantasy run wild within her mind and could clearly picture that young man kneeling between her spread thighs, peering up at her as his tongue delve deep.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Lucas Taylor

Fearing she'd see him Lucas pulled back away from the window panting. His cock was rock hard again. What kind of voodoo did this woman have over him?

When he got the courage up to look again to his disappointment she was gone. She'd probably gone to the bathroom for a shower. She'd been jogging pretty hard after all.

Sadly he returned to his bed pulling open the latest copy of Sports Illustrated and started thumbing through the pages searching for an article that would hold his attention. He wasn't having much luck though.

Motion from the window in the house next door caught his attention again. He put the magazine down and sat up looking through the window once more. His eyes widened and mouth gaped open.

There she was fresh from the shower apparently a small towel wrapped around her. It must be the only thing she was wearing. He was frozen watching as she spoke to someone on the phone animatedly. The towel went only an inch or two down her thighs showing those long toned runner's legs she had.

He flinched when she came over to the window. Hurriedly he rolled off the bed and out of the line of sight she could possibly see him from. When he peeked around the window once more she had her back to him. He saw that she had pushed the window up to let in the warm summer air inside. It flirted with the still damp tendrils of her gloriously red hair.

Luke saw she was still talking in a strong and commanding tone. Maybe it was that tone, or maybe it was her voice, or maybe it was the powerful combination of both, but he felt its affects all the way down south below his belt. His erection was making a comeback and pitching a tent in his pants as her conversation continued on to end with her turning the speakerphone off.

Then she lay down on her bed holding her phone up and looking through it. Luke sighed rising to head back to his bed and the discarded issue of Sports Illustrated when she got another call. He overheard her conversation with his mother.

Lisa was coming over for Lunch! Luke felt a confusing mix of anticipation and dread at that news. Oh god how would he look the woman in the eye across the table after peeping on her like a pervert?

She hung up and set aside the phone and...Jesus Christ...and she opened her towel as she lay there. Her hand lowered between her thighs and began to...

...Oh God!

He should stop this. This was so wrong. He should turn around and go right now. Right now. He wasn't budging. His feet were planted where they stood and his eyes were wide as he watched Lisa, the woman next door he had not even officially met yet masturbate in her bed.

He was transfixed, enchanted, enthralled, watching every second of it and growing harder and harder with every rapid beat of his hammering heart.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lisa

"Oh .. damn!" The groan following was louder, stuttering as she gasped for air, as the world tipped and her orgasm began to rip through her. "Yes! Right there.." Fingers flew in rapid circles, mashing down hard as her hips lift and ground to her own touch, but in her mind it were his face she were writhing against. "Do it.. Tongue fuck meee!" Both heels dug deep, her hips and ass dip and dive in uneven, jarring movements as ripples of pleasure beaded sweat at each temple, caused teeth to peek out and her voice to go softer, agonizing in throws of release. A hand cupped and tweaked at nipple, groping her own soft mound into her left palm. Her keening, panting laboring until it hitched and held.. With veins popping and eyes rolling back into her head, she bucked harder, growled something foul and let go.

It took a few moments to come down from that pinnacle, for her back to stop arching from the downy bed and sink in spent euphoria. She grin, with eyes closed her damp face turned to the window and breeze, lapping over her parched lips as trembling hands lay in exhaustion upon her. The rapid rise and fall, that breathing began to normalize and damp fingers found their way to her mouth. Those lips parted to suckle the remnants of her release off each digit with a leisure she had not felt in a very long time.

A broad smile split across her face. Glowing from release, she rolled her head away as well as her back so that the cool air would caress her sweat slick back. She would go to lunch, she had to meet him. No other choice in this matter, she had to know the name of the young man who was haunting her days and most likely, her nights.. Rising from the bed, she snatched the towel with her and head to the bathroom to wash up and dress herself casually for her new lunch date.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Luke Taylor

He should stop this. This was so wrong. He should turn around and go right now. Right now. He wasn't budging. His feet were planted where they stood and his eyes were wide as he watched Lisa, the woman next door he had not even officially met yet masturbate in her bed.

He was transfixed, enchanted, enthralled, watching every second of it and growing harder and harder with every rapid beat of his hammering heart.

He continued to watch as Lisa brought herself higher and higher to the peak. His erection was getting uncomfortable in his pants. His hand drifted to the tent to stroke his fingers over it subliminally matching the pace and intensity of the motions of her own hand.

And then the pinnacle was reached she lay on the bed and he leaned against the wall, panting.

Shit! He was going to need to change his pants now.

Blushing he rushed over to his dresser to pull a different pair of jeans.

He'd jump into the shower to get cleaned up so he'd at least won't smell like he just came in his pants when Lisa came over for Lunch.

When he got out he toweled himself off and dressed in his new pair of jeans and an old T-shirt displaying the college football team's soaring eagle logo. He went downstairs to find his mother cooking her famous Chicken Francaise in the kitchen. She must have really wanted to make a good impression on Lisa. She put him to work on the steamed vegetable medley she always served as an accompaniment to her hands-down best recipe.

Luke was enjoying the return to the old days when he and his mother worked together to put food on the table. In a lot of ways with her pulling crazy hours at the hospital it was a rare and special bonding moment between the two of them, he seriously missed eating cups of instant ramen in his dorm at school now.

Before he knew it the door bell rang and his mother told him to answer it. He opened the door and froze, face to face with her, Lisa, the woman he'd peeped on...god she was gorgeous. He stood there forgetting to say something to greet her, forgetting to move, to breath, to think even.

Finally words slipped past whatever traffic jams seeing her was causing in his brain and Luke managed an awkward, "Uh...hi...uh...good to see you again."

AGAIN!!!???

He forgot this was supposed to be their first meeting. He hoped she wouldn't catch his mistake there.

"Uh...I mean...uh...good to meet you at last, Ms. Lisa." He gestured to the living room to one side of the hall. "Lunch is almost ready if you'd like to sit and relax until then."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lisa

"This is twice now I have seen you." She murmured with a warming smile, stepping up the stairs that brought her to the door frame, "Looming in the doorway and have yet to learn your name?" She pause there, waiting for his answer before brushing, with purpose, past him to walk into the foyer. He had a strange look on his face, but it did not detract from the pure sensuality of this young man's appearance. Being this close to him did not, yet, reveal any flaws in which to turn her off of him.

"It is Miss." She said after he gave his name, "I have yet to be married." She gave him a broad smile and wink as she then turn her attention from the young man to look about the living room. Tidy, clean and.. quaint. A mother's home, and a proud mother judging by all the photo graphs of her son, herself and them together. She move forward while he spoke of lunch not being too long out, lifting a photo of Luke in uniform. "You play sports I see." Turning from his picture to look him over, her smile warming as she met his gaze.

"Could I not be of some use?" She asked softly, setting his picture back to the decorative table in which she lift it from. Turning about, she tuck her fingers into her jeans, thumbs hooking a belt loop at each hip. She had on an old Yale T shirt and simple hip hugging blue jeans, a pair of flip flops revealing her pedicured and painted toes with the tiniest of gold ring loop about the longest. Casual meant casual and she was not trying to intimidate anyone here. She was here to make nice with Kate and scope out her built, sexy as hell, son.. She had to wonder, and let her eyes rove over him, what he had in his pants she couldn't quite see?

She almost missed the 90's where college boys wore tighter jeans. That left nothing to the imagination.. Now, they were all into casual and relaxed fit and it gave no hint what so ever to their package, unless of course they were hard. It made her eyes sparkle and flash a bit with.. mischief as she contemplated seeing if she could arouse the young man, but it was then that she heard Kate calling from the kitchen to, "Come on in here!" a cheerful tone hailed. And with that, she stepped past Lucas, a smile lifting for him in passing as she strode by. As their houses were almost identical, she knew where to go.

"Kate, thank you for inviting me." Smooth, sweet and happy she greeted the woman with an open smile, "You have a lovely home and a gracious host." Indicating Luke who was some where trailing behind her.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Luke Taylor

"Uh...I mean...uh...good to meet you at last, Ms. Lisa." He gestured to the living room to one side of the hall. "Lunch is almost ready if you'd like to sit and relax until then."

"This is twice now I have seen you." She murmured stepping up to him.

She smelled nice...Wait!? Did she just say she saw him twice before? When did...?

"Looming in the doorway and have yet to learn your name?" She continued waiting for an answer.

Luke took a step back to reorient himself, "Uh...it's uh...Luke...err...Lucas, Lucas Taylor, ma'am."

"It is Miss." She said with a smile and wink that could melt the coldest of hearts, "I have yet to be married."

"Err..right..." He said as she walked into the living room trying desperately not let his eyes wander to the ass encased in her jeans.

This was so wrong. He was acting like such a dumb ass and a perv right now.

She went over to the wall where his mother had hung up family photos of the two of them. She reached out taking one in hand with him in uniform side by side with his beaming proud mother holding her son's trophy in her hands.

"You play sports, I see," She said turning to look over her shoulder to regard his tall well-muscled athletic frame. There was that warm and slightly secretly naughty smile crossing her face again.

"Yes Ma'am," He confirmed with a sheepish nod to her. She must not keep up with college sports, probably any sports. It was kind of a relief actually. Most people who knew of him treated him like some sort of stuck up rock star instead of just another guy. "Football to be exact. That was from highschool a couple years ago the night we won the state championship. I am the quarterback for the Harmon University Soaring Eagles now." He tapped a finger of the school mascot on his T-shirt to emphasize the point.

She placed the picture back down asking, "Could I not be of some use?"

He shrugged, "Uh...well..."

She stood there and...and if he didn't know any better...he'd say she was definitely checking him out. That was ridiculous of course. She was an older woman after all. She probably liked older men closer to her age. She most likely just saw him as no more than just a big kid to her.

"Come on in here!" His mother's voice called in from the kitchen.

Smiling Lisa left the living room and into the kitchen and Luke inadvertently walking behind her got a good eyeful of that tight little ass. If only he was like ten years older and wasn't taking a break from relationships.

His mother gestured to the fridge. "How about you get the bottle of wine I got at the store and we start by taste testing it until dinner is ready. Luke isn't old enough yet so just hand him one of the cans of soda."

Oh thanks mom. Lucas sighed in vexation. He would turn twenty-one in eight months, but now Lisa would definitely see him as only a kid.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lisa

"Thank you, but I must pass. Alcohol is very unhealthy, specially for athletes." Her tone was soft, sweet and her smile never left her face, as she was all too happy to mingle with mother and son. "Water or orange juice, perhaps coffee?" She added as Kate flittered about the kitchen. She move to the island, opposite of Kate and with her backside to Lucas, she did lean forward into the cupboard. Tucking her left foot on top of her right, she hung out there.

"I do not follow sports, Lucas." An apologetic tone but her darkening eyes were anything but! "With work, meetings, house maintenance, more work, more meetings. I have little time for much R and R." Her eyes found Kate's glancing smile and look of pity. "I am sure you know what that is like, Kate? Aren't you a nurse?"

"Yes, Mercy General. Well.." His mom shrugged and blushed a little, "A licensed practical nurse." A timid thing, but pretty in her own way. Lisa found herself returning the smile as she were handed a large glass of water. Which meant Lisa was right and as long as Lucas was home for, on this break of his, would mean he would have many nights alone.

Her lips found the glass edge and drank deeply, and when finished she did happen to give the young man a glance over her shoulder, a smile meeting his gaze before she returned her attention to his mother. "It is legal at nineteen here to drink, they just do not advertise it." She would know, she did enough of their Don't Drink and Drive ads for the entire state. Before either could speak she inhaled deeply and let out a groan, "Oh Kate, you have got to give me this recipe, it smells delicious!" Which of course sent Kate off on a lovely little description of how she had prepared dinner, the recipe which she herself, with help of her son, came up with and it was a 'family secret'. However, Lisa was always welcome to come over for dinner again to sample further of Kate's cooking.

She would have guessed that the single mom was lonely and over worked, and maybe, perhaps? Just a bit shy and afraid of dating? She didn't pry, not because it were rude but because she did not care to know. It were other people's business how they lived their lives, she handled only her own.

She followed along, a third wheel in the family gathering but she did not feel out of place nor angry, merely doing the motions of polite guest. A role she were very familiar with and when they reached the table, she sat herself across from Lucas intentionally.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Lucas Taylor

His mother gestured to the fridge. "How about you get the bottle of wine I got at the store and we start by taste testing it until dinner is ready. Luke isn't old enough yet so just hand him one of the cans of soda."

Oh thanks mom. Lucas sighed in vexation. He would turn twenty-one in eight months, but now Lisa would definitely see him as only a kid.

"Thank you, but I must pass. Alcohol is very unhealthy, specially for athletes." She replied a warm congenial smile on her face, "Water or orange juice, perhaps coffee?"

Luke watched her lean over the island as his mother poured her a glass of water. This brought out her denim encased ass right out front and center for his eyes. He wanted to reach out give those buttocks a good squeeze.

While Lisa and his mother talked he broke off the ogling of her ass to cross the kitchen for the fridge. There he grabbed the orang juice for a glass for himself.

He hoped Lisa and his mom became good friends. After his dad abandoned them she had devoted herself entirely to him, but with him off going to college now...Luke worried that his mother was getting very lonely alone in this house.

He drank his orange juice as the two women mingled and chatted with eachother, getting good looks at Lisa's but while he did so.

Finally the food was ready and they sat down around the dining room table to eat. He sat across from her. His mother tried to continue making small talk. Nice weather they were having, or So what do you do for a living Lisa, Oh marketing how interesting...Thankfully Luke was not paying much attention. He was watching Lisa. She had him under her spell again.

God she was hot. Just sitting there talking, laughing, eating. If only he were older. He'd do anything to be with a woman secure in herself like her...alas...it was not meant to be however.

Inevitably dinner ended and she left after promising to visit for supper some later time.

His mother had to work early tomorrow morning at the hospital so she headed to bed to get some shut eye pleased with how well her day had gone for her. Luke staid up heels propped on the coffee table in the living room watching late night TV when he noted the lights of Lisa's car pulling into her driveway. He glanced out the window to note she was not alone, an older man, closer to her own age was with her.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lisa

Shedding the overcoat at the door, Micheal followed close on her heels. As her coat dropped, so had his. Backing up the stairs, she said nothing more than, "Come with me." It gave him no options, not that he wanted any. Crooking her finger, she smirked at him in his eagerness to please her, as he hopped the foyer on one foot, then the other. Dress shoes went two ways, her fingers found her large button front dress and began to unfasten.

"No, leave the lights off.." She said as he had tried to reach for the light at the foot of her stairs. Both fists took hold of her dress, pulling it open to reveal just what was underneath her dress. He growled at her and she could only grin in delight at that look within his eyes.

FINALLY! Thank god, a man who would fuck her.. or should fuck her senseless! He better.. Was her only thought, she had to get Lucas off her mind, out of her system. Micheal looked a lot like an older version of Lucas, but not completely.. Would she admit this to herself? No.

Their lips fused as he reached the bottom step, taking two steps at once to reach her. His hands found her ass, groping at her as hot biting lips trailed her throat. "up stairs!" She hissed out, gasping as the goose bumps liberally sprung up. She had to peel him off, eyed his still mostly clothed body and gave a growl of displeasure. "Strip." Ordered as she spun on heels and strode with purpose into her room.

A lighter in hand, she began to light the candles about in her room. On dresser, on a little end table across the way and to her bedroom window she did move to pull back the heavier drapes, the window still half way open to allow in some summer air. She slipped the sheer robe over her lingerie, to complete the set, a tingle spearing in her center, warming her with thoughts of Micheal's reaction to her now.

It were pitch black next door, obvious no one was home.. Or so it seemed. Good. Or was it good?

"Lisa?" She turn, smiling as he came into her room. Now he were only in his dress slacks, but his eyes were roving her body like a starved man in need of sustenance. He had that look, of where do you want me now? Poised and waiting for permission, as she had expected of him.

"Come here.." inviting him closer, her back pressing to her tall dresser as he drew nearer. Her head lift up and back as he towered over her by nearly a foot. "On your knees, Micheal." She pointed down to her feet as she stepped wider, her hand lifting to run over his abdomen, up his chest and nipple. Toying at it, watching his pleasure as she did so. He went without a word, to his knees before her. His large hands sliding up her side, to her hips and one to her covered breast. His nose nuzzling at her, his lips trailing across her stomach.

"Lower, Micheal. I want your tongue on my clit, those lips need to be kissing and coaxing if you want to fuck me.." Her lips curved into a wicked little smile, shifting as she put one long lean leg over his shoulder. Her fingers threading into his dark long hair, pushing his head down until he was mouth to lace covered pussy level.
"Eat me.." She instructed, "Like this is the last pussy you'll ever get.." Her eyes on his free hand as he let his cock loose. The initial lap of his tongue had her gasping, the dresser banging against the wall behind her as she jerked before him.

"Again! Do that again.." rushed out in a needful groan, a wildness in her eyes did then lift to the window and dark night beyond. Her lips parting, gaping as he did so, tongue lapping the entire seam from her butt to her clit, mashing that lacy scrap into her slit with each passing stroke of tongue.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Lucas Taylor

His mother had to work early tomorrow morning at the hospital so she headed to bed to get some shut eye pleased with how well her day had gone for her. Luke staid up heels propped on the coffee table in the living room watching late night TV when he noted the lights of Lisa's car pulling into her driveway. He glanced out the window to note she was not alone, an older man, closer to her own age was with her.

Luke was stuck now. He could stay and keep watching TV or head up stairs and maybe catch some of the action like before.

No, it was wrong. He sat back down on the sofa and tried to focus on the talk show host interviewing the movie star with the new movie coming out next week. He drummed his fingers on the arm of the sofa unable to keep his attention on the TV. He kept looking out the window.

He wondered what they were doing over there. He could imagine quite a lot actually, and that was the problem.

This was wrong. This was so wrong.

Without even turning off the TV he rushed upstairs.

He should not do this. He wasn't some sort of creepy peeping tom.

He slowed down and slipped inside his bedroom peeking through the window. It was lit by candlelight, and she saw them there.

"On your knees, Micheal." He could hear her say, and he felt that tone go straight down to his cock. Without hesitation the man lowered and began to eat her out. He saw her leg lift over his shoulder with the words, "Eat me..Like this is the last pussy you'll ever get.."

Luke eyes widened at that. The sound of her voice, the confidence, the command, the...knowing what she fucking wanted and taking it. There were no games from her. No casting about for what to do next and what the other guy may think of her...no, if she even cared she didn't show it.

The man pushed his face in tighter against her and she jerked saying with a voice drenched in aroused desire, "Again! Do that again..."

Luke had never before felt jealousy towards another man, but he did now.

Lisa had turned her head towards the window and the wild lust-fueled look in her eye was speaking directly to his own cock. Like before his hand had strayed down to the tent in his jeans again.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lisa

He hooked a finger into the crotch and tugged down her lacy panties. Lowering to stand on both feet, she turned to blow out the candle behind her. The way that dresser was knocking, she did not need a fire to ruin the mood. Quick fingers slid into the cups of her bra, lifting and pushing both at the same time, to bring out both breasts from the black prison. Adept with his hands, Micheal made quick work of stripping her down just enough to have access to her sweet spots.

Taking time to kiss her lips, his mouth went to her right nipple first. Lapping, sucking and laving at it generously. Teeth and hands knead, nip and tug as she wets one and then the other. Watching her reactions, enjoying as much as she did, those little noises she uttered in pleasure. "Oh yes!" Her smile lift, her hand tightening into his long dark hair, watching his brown eyes as he stared right back at her.

When he went back down, trailing kisses on his way, it were then she caught movement through the window. At first she thought it were a trick of light and shadows. The candle light reflecting in the glass of her bedroom window, but it were not the candle light as that was on the other side of the window pane. Sharp eyes lift without really showing direct focus, if he were really over there watching them, she wanted to see him better than that.

Wishful thinking maybe?

Yet as Micheal drove his tongue deep within her once more, she kind of lost all focus and ability to think.. Still, her gaze did not leave the shadowed window across from her own. Though her eyes threatened to roll back into her head and her hips were grinding down hard on Micheal's face, there was something .. there! An urge, a thought? A wicked little wrong that felt so damned sinful, it had to be fed desire? Whatever it was, she did not lower her eyes from that window and shadowy black figure which loomed partially out of being completely revealed as a living breathing, horny young man.

"Do it.." She spoke on a hunch, to Luke. "Come on..." Ordered, dared was more like it. Her smile lifting her lips, a wicked little smile. Though she gambled he was there and that he would do as she command and reveal himself, it were Micheal who thought she were speaking to.

"Yeah?" His voice was hoarse, his hands taking her by the hips and turned her around, pressing her against her own dresser.

Shit! What to do now? She hadn't been speaking to Micheal but he was taking firm action on what she had said. Too late to change what she'd done and said, as he had risen to his full height, and was pressing his cock head to her pussy. With the rattle and topple of more items off her dresser, he lift her and turned her to bend in open air, between dresser and bed, facing the window.

Eager hands groped between her thighs, at her hip as he pressed up in to her. "Oh fuck!" Rushed out, her hair a tangle mess as it clung to her lips and lashes. Up onto her toes she was pushed as he thrust within her, his grunt filling her room. His cock filling her well enough. Hands brush and flick at her hair, getting it out of the way as she lifts those eyes back to the window in front of her, to that large shadow just at window's edge.

Not really focused on what Micheal was about to do, not even really if she was going to be cumming soon or not, she wanted to see Luke step out of hiding.. If he were? So strong was the desire to see that happen, she had to question if what she thought she saw were real or merely her mind fucking with her?

He slid almost entirely out of her, his hand taking hold of her breast, thrusting with all his strength up into her. His grunt and groan, his filling motion had her moaning, swearing as she reach back to dig nails into his hips. "Harder!" She ordered.

Again he slid out and slapped back in, clapping of hips meeting buttocks. He swore behind her, his hold tightening. Tremors began, more worked up than Micheal actually deserved to feel coming from her.. It were Lucas that was feeding her frenzy, her need to cum. The thought of him watching her, wondering if he would stroke himself as he did so, if he was hung as well as he was built.. All of it and the taboo nature of lusting for some college kid had her tightening up around Micheal's thrusting dick.

"Shit! Hold on.." Was all the warning she was going to get, Micheal swearing again, louder, "So tight.." Was it an excuse? Really?!

"Wait! Micheal!?" She tried to get him to release her hips, to stop thrusting but there was no holding him off.. Shit! He didn't even try to stop himself from cumming! He grabbed hold and stuffed her a few more thrusts, pumping his seed into her before he let go of her, stumbled to the side and sat at the foot of her bed, panting as if he just ran a damn marathon.

"Oh god! That was... WOW!" He chuckled as he lay back, sweaty and slumped on her bed, his slacks at his knees as his stick cock began to deflate before her eyes.

What the fuck was that!? More than stunned by his lack-luster performance, she stepped away from him and lean once more to her dresser. His sticky mess dripping down her stocking clad thighs.. Was this it? That is all he had to fucking give her? Just.. unbelievable!

Silence ensued as he lay there trying to catch his breath with that stupid grin on his face that she just wanted to wipe off in the most hateful way imaginable.. But she couldn't do it. Had she been paying attention and not lusting after the boy next door, she could have postponed his orgasm at least long enough to get herself off.

Speaking of.. She lift her gaze back to the window across the way..

 

[Veroe]

IC: Luke Taylor

Lisa had turned her head towards the window and the wild lust-fueled look in her eye was speaking directly to his own cock. Like before his hand had strayed down to the tent in his jeans again.

Luke was frozen in place looking into the face of the older woman next door. Thank god she couldn't see him.

She turned around to blow out the candles on the dresser behind her. It gave the action a sexy fluttering play of light and shadow over their bodies like on a softcore move's sex scene. The man had pulled down her panties and freed her breasts from the bra as he continued to eat her out.

"Do it..." He heard her voice all low and positively dripping with her arousal, "...Come on..."

Fuck! This was hot. She was hot. His hand was stroking over the tent in his pants again, and it was reaching the point where it was not enough anymore.

The man agreed immediately and rolled her around to face the wall. Luke watched the man he wished was him rise up behind her and line himself up to enter her.

He took her and threw her on her bed at an angle where she stared directly out her window and into his and straight at him. Thank god it was too dark for her to actually see him staring back at her.

Luke did not want to soil another pair of pants in the same day so trying to be as ninja like and stealthy about it he undid his pants and fished out the iron beam his cock had become.

The man was inside her now her body shaking with each thrust into her causing her hair to spill over her face. Damn, he wanted to look into her eyes as he jacked off to her getting fucked from behind.

She reached behind her grabbing hold of his hip moaning out, "Harder!"

The man surged forward, harder and faster into her now. It wasn't very long before he began to pant and shake. He warned her of the inevitable seconds before reaching his climax.

"Wait! Micheal!" She cried out before he staggered back out of her falling to the floor.

She raised back up to her feet looking down on her date completely frustrated and unfulfilled by their truncated lovemaking. Luke could sympathize with her. He was standing there hand over his dick totally dissatisfied with the end of the show they were giving him.

She glanced back out the window towards his, and just then someone's car came up and parked at the side of the street in front of the house on the other side of Lisa's home. Someone pulling their coffee cup from the cup holder accidentally nudged the switch to turn on the bright setting of the headlights. The light shined between their houses banishing the shadows that obscured him from her view. He was standing there his cock out and fingers curled around it looking right back at her.

"Oh shit!!!" He exclaimed ducking out of the window hurriedly pulling up his pants. Jesus Christ, he was totally going to get it now. There was no way Lisa was not going to tell his mom he was peeping on her. How in hell was he going to face her ever again.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lisa

She had been right, not much of a gamble considering how she played it but right none the less. He had been watching her, and from what she had seen of him.. He had been enjoying himself while doing so. Just thinking about him fisting his cock, stroking himself while watching her was enough to make her knees want to buckle and her lust spike once again with absolute need.

Fuck! Still trembling, still needy as hell, and that thought only made her want to stuff something into her aching sex and cum hard. A soft rustle behind her, reminded her that she wasn't alone.

Micheal...

What a disappointment that was. She moved to her bathroom, turning on the water as she fished out a cloth. Wetting it, ringing it out, she took it to him. "I will call you a car service." She didn't wait for him to make excuses, try and get in for the night at her place, in her bed, nor to 'try again'. Been there, so many times, tried it.. Found it seriously lacking. She didn't 'nest' with men, she fucked and they went home. Perhaps it may seem cold, but it wasn't personal at all. She preferred living alone, taking care of herself.. well outside of the bedroom.

Cell in hand, she barely gave Micheal a look over as he washed himself off. Calling in an Uber to come and pick him up as she stood in her bathroom, once more turning on the shower.

"Was great, Lis." A broad grin on his face, in he came to bend down to kiss her cheek. "Maybe we can go out for drinks again sometime?" His hand rubbing at her lower back, sliding over the silk and lace before lowering to cup her ass.

"We'll see." She gave him a tight smile, polite small talk. Her mind returning more on Lucas than Micheal. Moving with a nudge as Micheal went to relieve himself her in toilet.. with her in the room.. Men, really had no shame but was not unfamiliar to her.
"Think you left most of your clothes downstairs." another smile, still not reaching her eyes. He pat her passing again, kissed her briefly and moved off.
"Car will be here shortly. Sleep well." And off he went, heavy foot steps taking him down stairs, thumping the whole way. She could hear him shuffling around, picking up his stuff and within five minutes, he was out the door.

"Fucking hell!" Hissed out, removing her lingerie. She were more frustrated now than she had been the entire night. Micheal was a complete let down, but she couldn't blame him for it. It took two to make it work and she was focused on a third. A third who was next door right now, probably freaking out and losing it. He knew she saw him, no doubt in that as their eyes had met and held for far too long to leave any doubt in his mind.

What was he doing? Was he freaking out or fucking himself to orgasm? She didn't get a good look at him exactly, but he sure as hell had one hell of a cock.. From what she could see. The water pressure was set to high on her shower head, beating down on her with a near painful force. Her groan carried through the bathroom, into her room and no doubt, outside as well. It hurt but it felt so damn good both at the same time, letting it beat down helped to relieve some of the tension in her body..

Now only if it could ease the damn ache between her thighs!

She dry off, some what. Needing only to wash away the residue of Micheal from her body, it were a short shower. She contemplated masturbating to get off, but she'd done that earlier and it hadn't done squat in easing up the damned need within her. She was beginning to feel desperate, predatory and hungering for cock enough to do something drastic.. A sensation she was not familiar with, an edgy lack of control that was throwing caution out the damned door.

A door Lucas had walked right through. Knowing now how he reacted to her, how strongly he had reacted to her.. A shiver passed down her spine, spreading that lovely heat of desire as it went, those thoughts invoked such a wonderful response out of her. One she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Now she knew her affect on him, circumstances and age be damned too! She was going to find a way to feel that young man's thrust.

She avoided getting to close to the window edge as she made her way back into her bedroom. The only window, if she stayed back far enough, that could see in was his. The rest were closed with heavy drapes to keep out the morning sun as much as keep out neighbor's eyes. Well, all but one. She thought of shutting the curtain, but then it would give him the wrong idea. Would Kate come into his room and notice? Not too sure but some how doubted Lucas would leave his open if that were the case.

Time would tell and tomorrow she'd have to stop by and say good morning.. Of course, after Kate left for work and after her morning run. This would give Luke time to wake up, get mobile and hopefully not go any where.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Luke Taylor

He had shut the window and closed the curtains of his bedroom. Even then he slept fretfully. He kept worrying about what would happen now that Lisa knew what he had done.

Thankfully his mother left for her shift at the hospital with out yelling upstairs using his full name. After she left he double checked the answering machine to his relief Lisa had left no message telling on him. Maybe she was just going to say it was all water under bridge.

He showered and tried to eat some breakfast waiting for the shoe to drop. The morning news held no interest for him. He found himself staring out the window. So he saw when Lisa started her morning jog. He watched her do laps around the neighborhood.

That was when it hit him. This was childish. Hiding afraid in his own home of the consequences of what he had done. He wasn't thirteen or fourteen anymore. He may not be fully grown, but he was still a grown man now. It was time he started acting like one.

When she was jogging past for the third time he opened the door and walked out to meet her. Whatever will happen will happen. Cowering in his own home was doing no good. If he was going to reap what he sewed then might as well get it over with.

"Lisa," He told her, "We need to talk about what happened last night."

He couldn't think of what to do with his hands so he slipped them in his pockets before continuing, "I'm sorry I was peeping on you and your date last night, and I even watched you masturbate earlier yesterday."

He looked into her eyes hoping she'd see the sincerity in his own as he said, "I am so sorry. I objectified you. I violated you. I should've turned away and given you and your boyfriend your privacy, but I didn't and for that I deeply apologize."

He looked down at his feet, "I hope this does not destroy any chance you and my mom have in becoming friends despite my juvenile behavior."

He shrugged his shoulders, "It's just that with me staying on campus at Harmon for most o the year and her being alone in this new house and neighborhood...I worry about her getting lonely...and she really hopes the two of you will be best friends."

He looked back up to face her, "I hope no matter what you may think of me you'll give her a chance."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lisa

Rounding that last curve was a relief, she was tired and hungry this morning and a mile was all she had to give. She was supposed to be on vacation, enjoying herself. Instead she was pushing herself, frustrated and not lounging about like she aught to be doing. Catching some sun.. drinking at noon...

Her thoughts came to a halt as she just cleared the swell of road and lawns, to see Lucas standing there, hands in pockets and waiting..

Hello Balls..

A brow lift, her smile bit back as she came closer. With heaving chest, she bent and placed her hands on her knees a moment. Sucking for air, she did not miss his deep voice when he spoke up, "Lisa," He told her, "We need to talk about what happened last night."

Two fingers pressed to her pulse as she counted, watching her watch as she did so. She needed to stretch and cool down but this was so not that place.. Not with him there, wanting to have THIS conversation out in the open.

"I'm sorry I was peeping on you and your date last night, and I even watched you masturbate earlier yesterday."

Whoa! He had been? Jesus! Her eyes went wider, both brows shot up as she stopped all movement and lost her damn count. "Really?" She was a bit shocked but not in an unpleasant way, more amused than shocked.. Fuck, that's hot!

"I hope this does not destroy any chance you and my mom have in becoming friends despite my juvenile behavior." Was he staring at his feet? Anxious.. or shamed? She couldn't really tell just yet, he wouldn't look at her.

"Come on." She said, moving to her front door and pushing it wide open, "Get in there." Her tone did not give him room to argue, her hard stare almost dared him to defy her order. "The front lawn is not a place two adults have these kinds of discussions.." She motioned him in and then followed, firmly shutting the door behind him and the world outside away. Her house was well insulated, her designers working to be sure that sound from inside and outside never really cross through the barrier of her walls or windows. She liked it like that, it kept it warm in winter and cool in the summer .. Also made it so she could sleep any time, day or night.

She skirt around him as he stood in place, moving to the kitchen to fetch a cold bottle of water from the fridge and towel from the island. Opening the seal, she drank deeply as he went on speaking. Setting it down, the towel was next in wiping away the sweat from her face and chest.

He shrugged his shoulders, "It's just that with me staying on campus at Harmon for most of the year and her being alone in this new house and neighborhood...I worry about her getting lonely...and she really hopes the two of you will be best friends." He looked back up to face her, "I hope no matter what you may think of me, you'll give her a chance."

"What should I think of you, Luke?" After her breathing had settled to normal and he seemed to have finished with his speech, she finally spoke up. Her lips did twitch up in a smile, a brow lift with her question as she hefted the bottle once more and drank the last half of it down. "That you're a growing man and have a healthy appetite? That you're interested in women, even older ones?" She asked rhetorical questions, moving closer to him as he still haunted her entry.

Towel slung over her shoulder, she bent over and began to untie and remove her shoes. This of course would afford him a look down her sports bra and full breasts. She took her time in untying each and removing it. Letting it set by the stool nearest her, she did straighten up in her socks and smiled. "Curios why you felt the need to apologize?" her tone a little more dangerous, inviting in it's growled warmth. No shame in taking what you want of life.. Consensually speaking.

"I wish to discuss this further, if you will have a seat? Can get a drink from the fridge if you would like one? I need to shower, but I won't be long." Her invitation wasn't quite an invitation but an order to remain in this house and wait on her. With another bold once over, she studied him before turning her back and heading upstairs. From below he could hear her movements easily, even the pull of opening her shower glass door and turning on the faucet.

Would he wait as .. sort of.. asked to do or would he escape? He seemed rather determined and quite bold to own up to his behavior. God, that was sexy as hell. Had he any idea how many men slunk off into the shadows and never faced a damn thing? Men, women.. Of all ages. Seemed the thing to do in this day and age, denial and avoidance. Neither of which Lucas seemed capable of.

Now if he remained downstairs or not...

She showered, dried and wrapped herself into a robe and hair into a smaller towel. It were time to face the firing squad and see how he would react, if he were down there..

As she cleared the steps, she did not see him but she spoke anyway, "Do you think that I am the type of woman to ever accidentally forget to shut my window or curtains?"

 

[Veroe]

IC: Luke Taylor

"Lisa," He told her, "We need to talk about what happened last night."

"I'm sorry I was peeping on you and your date last night, and I even watched you masturbate earlier yesterday."

"Really?"

What did she mean by that? Was it an upset 'Really' or a shocked 'Really'?

"Come on." She said, moving to her front door and pushing it wide open, "Get in there." Her tone did not give him room to argue, her hard stare almost dared him to defy her order. "The front lawn is not a place two adults have these kinds of discussions.." She motioned him in and then followed, firmly shutting the door behind him and the world outside away.

He was a little taken aback. Where did adults have conversations about this? He followed after her stepping through her front door.

He looked into her eyes hoping she'd see the sincerity in his own as he said, "I am so sorry. I objectified you. I violated you. I should've turned away and given you and your boyfriend your privacy, but I didn't and for that I deeply apologize."

She stepped past him and down the hall those running pants molding to that tight sexy ass as she stepped into her kitchen.

No, that was the sort of thing was what got him into this mess. Why did she have to be so damned sexy?

He shrugged his shoulders, "It's just that with me staying on campus at Harmon for most of the year and her being alone in this new house and neighborhood...I worry about her getting lonely...and she really hopes the two of you will be best friends." He looked back up to face her, "I hope no matter what you may think of me, you'll give her a chance."

"What should I think of you, Luke," She replied returning from the kitchen towel slung over her shoulder and an opened bottle of water in hand.

He paused trying to consider what he should answer to that, but she continued without letting him answer.

"That you're a growing man and have a healthy appetite? That you're interested in women, even older ones?" she said coming right up to him standing there like an idiot at her door.

"I...I'm not...I mean...You're really really hot, but...that is...it's not..." He stammered trying to figure out what she wanted him to say here. It didn't help that she bent down right there in front of him giving him a perfect view of her cleavage held snugly in her sports bra. She was even taking her sweet time about it all.

He caught himself staring and forced himself to look away. He was trying to be the mature adult here, and she was doing this?

Was she trying to torture him?!?

Finally she finished with her shoes and raised back up with a gesture towards her living room, "I wish to discuss this further, if you will have a seat?"

He stepped into her living room and sat down on her sofa as she said, "I can get a drink from the fridge if you would like one?"

"Uhh...." He Stammered again. Why was he feeling like he was throwing from the back foot here? "No thank you. I am fine."

"I need to shower," She told him before heading up stairs, "But I won't be long."

He sat in the sofa and waited...waited...waited. What was he doing here? He should go. This was intolerable. Like waiting for-what was it called-that thing from literature class...'the flaming sword of Damocles'...he thought to fall on him.

The clock on the wall said only a few minutes passed but it felt like years, but eventually he heard the shower turn off and a few moments after that she came down the stairs.

Her voice came from behind on her way down. "Do you think that I am the type of woman to ever accidentally forget to shut my window or curtains?"

At her question he stood up and turned to face her and froze, his eyes wide, his mouth agape at the sight of her in her robe. It was very short showing her long legs and open deep showcasing her cleavage without revealing her breasts.

"Are you saying you wanted me to watch you last night," He asked carefully.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lisa

"Are you?" She asked, moving towards the space in which he stood, a smile lifting, "Truly sorry for.. What did you say? Objectifying?" She lift a single brow at that, a grin forming as she sauntered past him and into her living room. A comfortable setting, with over stuff furniture in white leather and blue velvet throw pillows.

"Come, sit." She turn, putting her back into the corner of the couch, angled to watch him as she kicked back and sank deep into relaxation. "You're only sorry because you were seen. Only sorry because society has told you to be that way. That women aren't sex objects.." She held up a finger to keep him silent but pointed to the couch instead. "You've been schooled to believe these things, to act how a female driven society wishes you to think and generations taught to control their baser needs in favor of emotional support and plastic participation trophies."

When he sat down, finally, she swung her bare feet up and set them quite near to his thigh. "I am more curios in what you thought about what you saw last night?" An elbow went to the pillow cradling her side, palm and fingers brushing through between towel and her scalp. "I know, I saw the delightful ...." Her eyes lowered to his hand resting atop his thigh, then his hidden cock as her smile lift. "Reaction it caused to your body, but what were your thoughts, Luke?" She skipped over the question until last, "Yes. I left it open and gave you a choice to make of your own free will." How would he feel about that news?

"I am not playing a game here, I know what I want. Question is, what do you want, Lucas?" The towel came undone, reaching up with both her hands to lift and shake out her red hair, she kept her eyes on his the entire time. Through the jiggle and shake, breasts bouncing and robe coming open more and more. She wore nothing under it but she had her thighs shut so not to completely shock the guy.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Luke Taylor

"Are you saying you wanted me to watch you last night," He asked carefully.

"Are you?" she asked him stepping down from the steps and walking casually over into the living room and stopping right in front of him...close...way too close.

He looked at her a little lost, "...Am I what?"

"Truly sorry for.. What did you say? Objectifying?" Her brow arched at that.

"I..." He paused. He knew he should be sorry for that, but a part of him, the part that had made him stand there last night and jack off to her show, the part he tried not to pay attention to very often...that part didn't feel it had objectified her at all.

In fact he had only raised it because it was what his ex-girlfiend, Ashley, would've wanted him to say in that situation. However in light of this new and frankly confusing information Lisa had just given him...

She had sit down into the corner of the sofa, "Come, sit."

Luke stood still completely uncertain of the game she was playing here. He had picked up that she was playing something...setting him up, but again he was playing catchup here with her.

"You're only sorry because you were seen. Only sorry because society has told you to be that way," She held up a finger to silence what he was about to say to that as she continued, "That women aren't sex objects.."

He looked at her taken aback at her words. She couldn't be serious. Women, especially grown women didn't make such a statement...she had to be playing at something, like Ashley would.

"You've been schooled to believe these things, to act how a female driven society wishes you to think," She pressed on, "And generations taught to control their baser needs in favor of emotional support and plastic participation trophies."

He came around and sat at the far end of the sofa trying to figure her out. The things she said, how she was acting, was so not how he expected it was seriously fucking with his mind.

"I am more curios in what you thought about what you saw last night?" she raised her long legs and rested them inches away from his thigh.

He looked back up to her. "I know, I saw the delightful..." He couldn't be wrong that her eyes lowered and she looked pointedly at his crotch, "Reaction it caused to your body, but what were your thoughts, Luke?"

Was she seriously asking him what he thought as he was watching her having sex with another man?

Again hurricane Lisa struck switching tracks. "Yes. I left it open and gave you a choice to make of your own free will."

"What..." The audacity of her just coming out and saying it really knocked him off balance.

"I am not playing a game here, I know what I want," She told him reaching up to undo the knot keeping her hair up free. With the towel loose that glorious red hair fell down around her face spilling about her shoulders and down to the opening of her robe. Her motions had spread it open widers showing more of her chest and just the first hint of the inside slopes of her breasts to his eyes, "Question is, what do you want, Lucas?"

She was serious. She had to be, right? She was taking this much too far for just some cruel trick or joke or something. "To be honest...I don't know. When I was watching you I had no idea what I was doing...I mean...I knew what I was doing, but it was nothing I was conscious of...I was just reacting naturally to what you were doing."

He looked down somehow his hand had moved on his own and was rubbing his thumb in soothing circles into the sole of her foot. "See what I mean, I had no idea about wanting to give you a foot rub right now, but its what I am doing just because you put your foot next to me."

He shook his head pulling his hand away, "When it comes to you I have no gameplan...I feel out of control, and constantly surprised with what I am doing."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lisa

"To be honest...I don't know. When I was watching you I had no idea what I was doing...I mean...I knew what I was doing, but it was nothing I was conscious of...I was just reacting naturally to what you were doing."
He looked down somehow his hand had moved on his own and was rubbing his thumb in soothing circles into the sole of her foot. "See what I mean, I had no idea about wanting to give you a foot rub right now, but its what I am doing just because you put your foot next to me."
He shook his head pulling his hand away, "When it comes to you I have no game plan...I feel out of control, and constantly surprised with what I am doing."

She sank down further into the couch, her foot tingling where he had begun to rub and let go before she got too much into it. A soft sigh left her, but her foot lift and set to his thigh. Temptation, and why the hell not? He would touch her if he knew he had a green light, but it were still a guess.

"You're warring with yourself. What you want, and maybe even need verses what you believe to be right and wrong. Society does this, they teach us not to excel at things, not to want more than our lot in life. They train girls to seek marriage, security and do their best to sexually repress us all. It takes girls much longer to discover what they want and need, than it does a man. Young women are more socially conscious of judgement and ridicule. Too easily caved in to peer pressure and the latest trends. A grown woman, like myself, has discovered that already and knows what she needs, wants." She flashed him a wicked little grin, "And we don't give a fuck any more about what others think."

She sat up enough to grab up her hair, roll it a bit and then toss it behind her. Settling back once more, those light blue eyes lift to find him watching her every move. He didn't seem quite with her on this, as if he suspected her or something, some dishonesty maybe? "You do not seem to believe me, Luke? Why is that?"