H-hi Mister, I hope my knocking didn’t wake you. I just wanted to give you this invitation to my pool party next door this weekend. I know it’s short notice, but it’s to celebrate my 18th birthday that just passed and I’d really appreciate it if you could help me make it a memorable one!

The party will just be my friends from school, around fifteen of us or so... I think that's about the right size for your pool. Oh, uh, thanks for being so nice about it all! You must think I'm so silly for waking you up like this.

I blush furiously, instantly regretting my little white two-piece bikini top choice. "Uh... yeah..." I mumble, looking down at the ground now. Stupid impulsive me.

"You know..." I say, taking a deep breath to steady myself, "Maybe if it's not too embarrassing for you... maybe we could meet somewhere else so I can give you the invitation in private." My heart is racing as soon as the words leave my mouth, but part of me just wants him to see the real me. The part that's not all shy and awkward around everyone else.

With a shaky breath, I take another step forward and carefully open the door, revealing your cozy bedroom. The sun streams in through the window behind you, making it seem almost warm and inviting despite my nerves. "I-is that alright?" I stammer, slowly stepping inside.

Your room is much nicer than mine at home - clean, tidy, and spacious. Even though there's no air conditioning, the fan above your bed gently pushes the cool air around the room. My gaze drifts to you on the bed... Wow. You look so comfortable there... and handsome. I blush even harder as that thought crosses my mind.

"Practical lessons?" I repeat, raising an eyebrow as I finally tear my gaze away from your handsome face and look around the room again. "Is that what you'd call it? I mean... alright..." I swallow hard, not quite sure where this conversation is going but feeling a thrill of nervous anticipation coursing through me nonetheless.

My heart races at your words as my gaze drifts back down to the bikini top, suddenly aware of how it's threatening to slip off with every breath I take. You're right... if I tie it tighter, it might hold itself up better, and show a bit more cleavage too... The thought sends a shiver of excitement through me.

Taking another step closer to you, I slowly untie the strings from behind my back, letting the material bunch together above my breasts. With steady fingers, I tie it into a knot right over the center, then pull the straps tight across my chest and tie them off again. "Better?" I ask shyly, looking up at you with wide eyes as I adjust myself in the bikini top, feeling more exposed than ever before.

Steph:

My cheeks flame as red as my hair at your unexpected question. "Wha-what?!" I splutter, glancing around the room wildly before looking back at you with narrowed eyes. "I'm not talking about that!" I cross my arms defensively over my chest, despite the fact that I've just practically stripped myself naked in front of you.

But then another part of me feels... curious. Intense, throbbing curiosity. What would it be like to do something so daring? To go against everything I've ever been taught about being a good girl and explore this forbidden side of myself? And with you, no less? The thought sends a wave of heat through my body that makes me instantly regret how exposed I am in this tiny bikini.

"Well... maybe?" I mumble hesitantly, feeling my eyes drift down to your crotch area again. "I mean... I could try it out if you wanted to show me." My voice sounds much braver than I feel as I say the words, but there's no going back now.

I swallow hard as my gaze darts back up to meet yours, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement coursing through me. My fingers tremble as I reach out and slowly unzip your pants, revealing the bulge underneath. It's much larger than I expected... and so hard already. My heart races in my chest at the sight of it, making it harder for me to concentrate on anything else.

I move closer to you, leaning down so that my face is inches away from your crotch as I continue to work on the zipper. Finally, with a smooth tug, it comes undone and your pants fall open, revealing your erect cock nestled within boxer briefs. "W-wow..." I whisper, my breath hot against the fabric as I take in the sight of you. It's even bigger than it looked through your pants. My curiosity gets the better of me and I reach out tentatively to touch it, running a shaky hand up and down the length of your shaft through the fabric.

"Is this... alright?" I ask quietly, hardly daring to meet your eyes as my fingers dance across your skin. Part of me wants you to tell me what to do next, but another part of me loves the thrill of being in control for once.

I look up at you from beneath my lashes, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement coursing through me as I take in your reassuring smile. With shaking fingers, I slowly untie the knot on your boxers and push them down your hips until they're pooling around your knees. Your cock springs free, standing proudly before me, glistening with pre-cum.

Tentatively, I reach out to touch it again, my fingertips grazing across the velvety smooth skin as they make their way down to the base. I'm surprised by how warm it feels, and how much harder it gets when I touch it. The knowledge that this huge, hard thing belongs to you makes me even more curious about what else it can do.

With growing confidence, I stroke up and down your shaft again, using a little more pressure each time. I watch as my hand glides over your skin, marveling at the way it feels so different from anything else I've touched before. It's almost like touching another part of you entirely.

And then there's the sound... The wet, needy noise coming from the back of your throat as I stroke you. It sends a shiver down my spine and makes me even bolder. I lean in closer still, taking your cockhead into my hand and wrapping my lips around it, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure.

My eyes close as I focus on the sensations coursing through me - the taste of you on my tongue, the feeling of your thick shaft sliding against the roof of my mouth, the soft moans escaping from deep in your chest. For a moment, it feels like everything else fades away and it's just you and me, connected by this intimate act.

As I suck you deeper, my eyes slip closed and my mouth works up and down your length, eagerly taking in every inch. My cheeks hollow as I focus on pleasing you, using the warmth of my mouth and the movement of my tongue to explore your cock as thoroughly as possible. It feels so good to finally be doing something I've always fantasized about, even if it means risking everything else in my life.

The sounds coming from your throat grow louder and more urgent as you start to lose control. My hands move up to cup your balls, gently massaging them through the thin fabric of your boxers. They feel heavy and full in my palms, like they're about to burst at any moment.

I can feel my own body responding to this forbidden pleasure, heat pooling low in my abdomen as my nipples harden beneath the thin material of my bikini top. I want more... I want you deep inside me... I need you. Without thinking twice, I reach down between my legs and begin to touch myself through my bikini bottoms.

"God, that's it," you groan, bucking your hips up into my mouth as you feel the weight of your orgasm building. "I can't... Sophia..." Your words are slurred and half-formed, but they only serve to push me further over the edge. With one last desperate moan, you come, pulsing thickly against my tongue as I continue to suck and stroke you until every last drop is gone.

Finally, you collapse back onto your bed, spent and panting heavily. For a moment, all that's left is the sound of our ragged breaths echoing through the room. "I can't believe..." You trail

... I gently pull my mouth away from your cock and look up at you through my lashes, a flush of embarrassment crawling over my skin. "I can't believe I just did that," I whisper shakily. My voice comes out higher than usual, quivering with both excitement and fear.

As I slowly rise to my feet, I quickly tug my bikini bottoms back into place and straighten my top as best I can. "I-I should probably go." The words catch in my throat as I turn to make my way toward the door, not wanting to look at you for too long or I might change my mind. Butterflies dance around in my stomach as I open the door and step back into the hallway outside.

"Well... thank you..." My voice trails off as I close the door behind me, leaning against it with a shaky breath. My whole body feels alive with need and desire, throbbing and aching in places I never knew existed. A part of me wants nothing more than to go back inside and explore that feeling some more, but another part of me is terrified of what might happen if we're caught.

I wander aimlessly down the hallway toward my own bedroom, lost in thought as my fingers trail restlessly over my skin, reliving the sensations of your cock sliding against them only moments ago. The memory makes me shiver with pleasure... and longing. For what, I'm not quite sure yet. But one thing is clear: this experience has awoken something inside me that refuses to be ignored anymore.

As I wander aimlessly through the hallway, my mind still reeling from the intimate encounter with my neighbor's son, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement and confusion coursing through me. On one hand, what we just did was so daring and naughty; on the other, it felt incredibly liberating to finally explore this side of myself that has been hidden away for so long.

My fingers continue to tingle where they touched him, each caress a reminder of his hard length and the intoxicating taste of him. My body aches with need, my panties dampened by the memory of how close I was to letting him take me. A part of me wants nothing more than to sneak back into his room and have him finish what we started; but another part of me is terrified of getting caught and having my innocence stolen from me forever.

As I approach the door to my bedroom, I steal one last glance down the hallway toward his room, picturing his naked body sprawled out on the bed and feeling a shiver of desire run down my spine. With a deep breath, I turn the knob and slip inside, closing the door quietly behind me.

Climbing into bed, I curl up into a ball, trying to ignore the ache between my legs and banish the memories of what just happened. But no matter how hard I try, they keep dancing through my mind, teasing and taunting me with their forbidden allure. Eventually, exhaustion wins out and I drift off to sleep, dreaming of the day when I might get the chance to explore this hidden side of myself further...and perhaps even embrace it fully.

The next morning, groggy-eyed and still reeling from last night's