My Dad's College Friends - Cassandra Dee Page 0,35
created behind my locked door, I become immersed in the new romance novel of the series I’m addicted to. But when it comes to the sex scene, I’m imagining the hero as Trent from next door. It’s his strong arms that lift the heroine from her horse. It’s his raging hard-on I see when she strokes his bulge. It’s his breath I feel on my neck as he lays the heroine down in the straw.
I feel my pussy contract with lust and I moan at the frustration that’s building between my legs. Feeling restless, I get up and start pacing about my room, trying to dispel the pent-up sexual energy. Suddenly, my gaze is caught by something glinting outside my window. It’s late by now, so the darkness stops me from seeing properly. But the movement is coming from Trent’s garden. I hastily turn off my lights so I can see better while staying in the shadows myself.
My breath catches in my throat as I realize it’s Trent himself, taking a midnight dip in his pool. I squint, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness and as my pupils grow large under the full moon. The silver light of night glints off the water as Trent finishes a lap and suddenly rolls over onto his back, allowing his muscular, tattooed body to float effortlessly on the surface, his arms and legs outstretched, black hair floating around his perfect face. He’s so hot!
As if he couldn’t possibly get any hotter, he pulls his arms in carefully so as not to lose his float, letting his hands rest on that sculpted chest for a moment. Then he slowly runs them down his washboard abs. I can’t believe it when he pushes his fingers under his swimming trunks and pushes them down off his legs, grabbing the fabric and flinging it onto the side of the pool. Because holy shit, he’s naked! He swims around a little and I can’t see much; I imagine he must be enjoying the feeling of the water flowing freely around his private parts. I swallow as I imagine his cock floating between his thighs and bobbing in the water. But I don’t have to imagine much longer.
Arriving on the shallow side of the pool, he hauls himself out of the pool to sit on the cement ledge. Wow, this guy is powerful and perfect in every way, with bulging shoulders and a carved, muscular back. He shakes the hair out his face, sending little silver droplets flying, before smoothing the strands back with one hand. The moonlight shines off his dripping, rippling muscles and as he turns slightly, I see it then. A huge, thick cock hangs heavily over one thigh. Holy shit. My heart starts beating faster. Even from here I can tell that thing is the size of a baton, and if it were erect it would easily be as thick as my forearm.
To my scandalized astonishment, Trent then seizes his cock with his hand and shakes it gently, as if to show off its heaviness. My mouth goes dry as I watch it grow bigger and bigger is his hand, getting harder and harder. He strokes it gently as he tilts his head back for a moment, his strong jaw outlined by the shadows the moon is casting. I can see him biting his bottom lip as he lets his head rest backwards and continues stroking his cock. Then he lets it go and looks down with a slight smile on his features. By now, his shaft stands straight up like a monument to masculinity: huge, strong, and so virile. I watch his hand go back to it as he encloses his fist around its thickness and starts jerking in earnest now.
I’m beside myself with lust. My hands are on my tits as I squeeze the creamy mounds, panting with excitement as I watch Trent stroke his cock up and down below me. Instinctively, I let my right hand drop to my pussy and feel it through the material of my pajamas, pressing my fingers against the top part - it sends a wave of pleasure through my pussy and I do it again, this time hungrily plunging my hand into my panties. Feeling my naked folds with my fingers, I realize I’m all wet and slippery and I push a finger into the creaminess, before stopping myself. I’m not sure how it works, but I don't want to be the person entering my pussy for the first time. So reluctantly, I let my fingers slide back up to my clit and gasp with sudden pleasure while pressing down on the button.
As Trent jerks his cock faster and faster, I imitate his movement and move my fingers faster and faster over my clit, imagining that it’s our new neighbor stroking my pussy. I moan suddenly, out of control, and place my left hand against the window frame to steady myself, parting my legs to get a better angle. I stare down at Trent as he lets his head fall backwards again, his strong jaw opening in silent pleasure, those washboard abs tensing up as he beats at his cock, now bigger than ever. I slide my fingers over my clit faster and faster as I moan, the tension inside my inner channel becoming more and more unbearable. A creamy liquid starts leaking out of my wetness as it starts to contract in pleasure, while below me, Trent gives his cock a few more strong jerks. And then to my aroused surprise, a thick white liquid, almost the same color as the moonlight, shoots out of the tip of his cock and sprays all over his abs and pecs. It’s too much for me. The tension in my pussy explodes then, shattering into a million bright lights. I moan loudly, feeling my knees buckle beneath me as my cunt pulses, hot spasms jerking through the soft folds.
But then I hear it. There’s another moan, distinctly female, sounding out somewhere close by. Oh god, does Trent have a woman with him? But no, the handsome man is still alone on the pool deck, pulling at his cock as the last drops squeeze out.
My eyes fly open as understanding dawns in my mind. Because it has to be Vivian. Gross, she must be having sex with Chris somewhere in the house!?! Why, oh why, would she get it on with a guy she just divorced a couple months ago? But at least my mom will have been distracted and not heard me having my fun in my room. So straightening my clothes, I stand up, heart still pounding in my chest and in my pussy from the excitement. But as I turn my attention back to Trent’s garden, I see that our new neighbor is gone. While I was thinking about Vivian’s problems, he must have picked up his swimming trunks and headed back inside the house.
I slump down onto the edge of my bed, waiting for my breath and heartbeat to return to normal. A small laugh escapes and I’m incredulous at what just happened because I’ve never been able to understand how to pleasure myself. It’s always been a mystery how to satisfy the building tension between my legs, or how to find an outlet for the lust coursing through my body. But then my gorgeous next-door neighbor moves in, and bam! Problem solved. Trent is thoroughly incredible, hung, and soooo male. Too bad that he has no idea what just happened … or how much I want him.
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To be continued …
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About the Author
Cassandra Dee is a bestselling author of dozens of hot and steamy contemporary romances. She started out writing erotica but transitioned to romance after falling for one too many book boyfriends.
When she’s not tapping away furiously at her laptop, Cassandra can be found drinking gallons of coffee and watching lots of reality TV. She also enjoys taking the neighbor’s dog for walks, aimlessly wandering the local grocery store, and of course, reading too much about the lives of her favorite celebrities.
Cassandra is living her own HEA with her husband and a beautiful baby boy.
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