Did that really happen last night? The thoughts going through my mind, the feelings my body had, the passion I felt last night. This is what I have been yearning for, I know what I want not, and can I find it when I go back to school? I can still feel him inside me, his cock was a perfect fit in my pussy and down my throat, I need it again. Should I text him, or go over and check on him?

I pull up our very brief text conversation, but what do I even send him? Hey can we fuck again? You okay that you fucked your neighbors daughter? My fingers seem to have forgotten how to even type, maybe I should just get out of bed and find coffee and figure out what to say to him later.

Thankfully no one is home, my parents both have worked banker hours my entire life, and I can have the house to myself. I start the coffee maker and hop in the shower for a quick shower while I wait on much needed caffeine. The best part of being back where I grew up is the lack of neighbors, besides Lawrence we have no other neighbors for a couple miles in any direction, which is the perfect reason to wear super short overalls. It covers pretty much nothing, but with no parents or strangers around who cares if all you can see are my butt cheeks and every part of my breasts but the actual nipple.

I decided to walk around the yard and enjoy some sunshine while drinking my coffee, maybe it will help me think of my next plan and how to talk to Lawrence. What do I want to do with the rest of my summer? There is only a month left before I have to move back to the dorms. The intrusive thoughts started to come back the moment I saw Lawrence’s truck in his driveway, his kids appeared to be gone still, should I go check on him? My mind is back racing again as I feel my phone vibrate.

All the text says is how long are you going to stare at my truck before you come over? I replied and told him that I’m not sure how to approach this new situation. His response only said to just do it.

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He was waiting at his front door when I walked over into his yard, he was still in just boxers, drinking coffee. His light brown hair was messy from just waking up, his body reflecting the years of gym dedication and physical labor, how did he look so perfect? Would you like to come in, he asks? I just smiled and he stepped out of my way and followed me to his couch.

In the same moment he sat down he asked if I had any regrets about last night, or if I needed to talk about anything. All I could do was smile at him and tell him I regret nothing, in fact I had never felt the way he made me feel. So the 16 year age gap doesn’t bother you, he asked next? I simply told him that we aren’t dating, but we both seem to have needs and a physical attraction that is undeniable and he just grinned and shook his head in agreement. We both agreed that the rest of my summer home can be an exploration of myself and that we can figure the after out once it’s time for me to go back to school.

That looks really good on you he tells me, and for a moment I forgot that I had pretty much nothing on, all I could do was blush. You are perfect in every way he tells me, from your perfect toes to your soft thighs, to that infectious smile. As I sip that last bit of my coffee, something came over me and all I could do was drop to his floor and crawl on my hands and knees to him. How was this man able to turn me into such a submissive woman? I have never been submissive in any way my entire life, but something about him makes me want to submit and he is his personal sex toy whenever he wants me, but he hasn’t even told me or asked me to do anything.