Page 119 of Dark, Forbidden, & Taboo

At only eighteen years of age, she seemed to have fucked more people than I possibly even knew in my entire life.

I never tugged on my cock no matter how bad I wanted to. It would be rock hard, throbbing with the pulsating need to be inside of her, but somehow, watching had always been enough.

For now.

I flattened the palms of my hand on either side of the windowsill, while I waited for tonight’s conquest to show up.

Tense seconds turned into minutes, then into hours, and her usual eight o’clock fuck still hadn’t shown up.

But the lights were off in her house, so it made me wonder if maybe she had taken the show on the road for the evening.

Fuck, I thought with a sigh.

I guess tonight, I would be relegated to watching the basketball game on TV instead of punishing myself but watching her getting plowed and not allowing myself to come.

I raked my hand back through my hair, pushed my flaccid cock back into my sweatpants, and headed for the living room.

Tonight was going to be a lonely one.

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“Goddammit,” I grumbled as I knocked the bowl of popcorn onto the carpet.

I dropped down to one knee and started to pick up as many as I could before I knew I would have to run the vacuum cleaner to get the rest.

A knock on the door made me roll my eyes as I blew out my breath and got to my feet.

I reached for my t-shirt and tossed it on the remaining mess, then made my way toward the front door.

“Who is it?” I called out, my hand on the sliding, chain lock.

Knock, knock, knock.

“That’s not an answer,” I responded with a laugh.

“Can I come in?”

My eyebrows raised curiously.

There was someone on the other side of the door who shouldn’t be here, and I had seen crime documentaries that started this way.

But I shrugged, slid the lock, and left the chain still in place, as I cracked it open. I reasoned that if someone was stupid enough to try to break into my home, they’d get what was coming to them.

I closed the door almost immediately after peeking out into the night air, my heart racing in my ears.

An amused laugh, muffled through the wood door, and I licked my lips nervously.

Clearing my throat, I removed the chain and pulled the door open all the way this time, stepping aside, and giving my visitor a nod.

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I sat on the other end of the couch, desperately trying to keep distance between us as I did my best to focus on the half-time show.

I felt her eyes on me every now and again, and it made me feel slightly uneasy.

“Why are you sitting all the way over there, Rhett?”

Her tone was teasing, cool, calm, and collected. It only made me feel even more nervous.

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