Author’s Note:
All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older. All characters and events in this work are fictional. Any similarities with real people, living or dead, or events is purely coincidental.
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Kevin and Krystin had been dating for almost a month. She never mentioned the forty years difference in their ages, though it was difficult for Kevin to ignore the fact that she definitely had the toned body of a teenager who put several hundred miles on her bicycle every week.
He also had not forgotten the present she had surprised him with the second time they saw each other away from work: her twin sister wanting and needing to lose her virginity.
They shared the same birthday, the girl’s just a few decades after Kevin was born, and that anniversary was now just a few days away. Krystin and her twin Carrie would be nineteen, and Kevin fifty-nine. He had often wondered if he could get the twins and another of their friends in the same bed at the same time would that then be an age-appropriate tryst, the three girls total age fifty-four and his fifty-eight. He worried if he would survive such an encounter.
Kevin asked Krystin if they could go out, have dinner or go to a movie or something else for their birthday celebration. She wasn’t prepared to divulge to her parents yet that she was involved with a man more than fifteen years her parents’ senior, and of course her parents had plans to take the girls out that evening.
This Saturday was the Saturday before their shared birthday, and Kevin had a short shift to work that morning. As he pulled onto his street after work, he noticed a crowd of vehicles parked on the street in front of his house. It was actually only three vehicles, but since there were seldom any cars parked on the street, they looked more out of place.
He noticed Carrie’s time-worn Camaro sandwiched between much nicer sedans parked in front of and behind it, so he was expecting the twins to be there. He had given Krystin a key to the house shortly after their relationship began.
He climbed out of his car as the garage door was closing behind him, and heard teenage girls squealing and laughing. The voices seemed to be coming from outside and not inside the house, so he opened the pedestrian door at the back of the garage, leading to the back yard.
Krystin was immediately apparent. She was the tallest of the girls in the back yard, and the only one with red hair. Kevin quickly spotted Carrie also, with her ample breasts, curvy hips, and short, curly hair. The other three didn’t look familiar at all to him. They were all wearing very skimpy bikinis. All except one girl, and she was wearing a long, sleeveless tee shirt that barely covered the bottom of her swim suit, and gave brief glimpses of it as she moved around the wading pool someone had brought with them.
“This could be interesting,” thought Kevin to himself as he watched the teenagers throwing water and taking turns spraying each other with the garden hose. It wasn’t long before Carrie noticed him and squealed his name.
Kevin took note of the fact that though she noticed him first, Carrie made no move to approach him ahead of her sister. Apparently, she knew her place.
“Hey babe!” Krystin yelled just as one of the other girls sprayed her face with the hose. Her smile was wide and she beamed as she jogged over to Kevin and wrapped her wet arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Carrie was right behind her sister and pushed herself against him the second Krystin broke their kiss. She kissed Kevin just as hard as her sister had, then giggled as she backed away.
He caught a slight aroma of alcohol on Krystin’s breath, but it was much stronger in Carrie’s mouth.
“We’re having a pool party,” Krystin said, a little breathlessly.”
“I see that. Looks like fun. Mind if I watch?”
“I, for one, was hoping you would,” giggled Krystin. “We have wine coolers! Want one?”
“As long as there’s plenty, I’ll have one.” Kevin wasn’t much of a drinker, and didn’t particularly enjoy wine coolers. If he was going to drink, it was usually rum and coke. “How did you manage the alcohol?”
“Taylor. She’s twenty-one.”
The other three scantily clad girls had gathered behind Krystin and Carrie, and one of them kind of half waved at Kevin as her name was mentioned. She was average height, and her light blue bikini held a rather ample pair of breasts above her tanned, flat stomach, narrow hips and long, slender legs.
“Hi Taylor,” Kevin said as he reached his hand toward her. She stepped forward, ignoring his hand and gave him a quick peck on the lips with hers before she stepped back.
“I’m Steph. Nice to meet you,” the second of the girls spoke as she stepped forward and gave him a wet hug and light kiss on the lips. Her short blonde hair was slicked back away from her face. She had piercing blue eyes, and her dark tan blended right into her brown swim suit, making her appear almost nude.
The third girl was looking down, Ankara escort with her hands clasped together at her waist. She was short, barely over five feet tall, and her tee shirt seemed to swallow up her thin body. Kevin could see the outline of what appeared to be a one piece suit under the wet material.
“This is Leah,” Krystin spoke up, introducing her.
“Hi Leah, nice to meet you.”
Leah raised her head slightly toward Kevin, and smiled shyly as she stepped forward and gave him a quick hug. He barely felt her tiny, thin body pressed to his for a brief second before she moved away. Her eyes were gray, partially hidden behind black framed eye glasses, and almost took his breath away with their stark contrast to her jet black hair. Leah had less of a tan than even Krystin and Carrie.
“Steph and Leah go to school with me,” Krystin continued with the introductions.
“And Taylor is my friend from school,” Carrie continued.
“Oh? You go to school?” Kevin sounded surprised.
“Yeah, I do now. I’m not as dumb as I look, no matter what Krystin says,” Carrie defended herself. “I just started community college this term. I’m going to be a dental assistant.”
“Congrats, Carrie. I’m sure nobody that you put anything in their mouths would think you look dumb. Nice to meet you girls, but I’m going to change clothes. Have fun.”
“Thanks for letting us use your backyard, Kevin,” Leah said softly without looking up.
“It’s my pleasure.”
Krystin followed Kevin through the garage and into the house.
“I really hope you don’t mind, Kevin. It was kind of last minute, and I wanted to surprise you.”
“I am a little disappointed in you Krystin. Look at this house! Cake, chicken fingers, wine coolers, all on the table, lined up perfectly. And look at that trash can! Half filled with empty bottles and crumpled paper. You managed to get none of it on the floor or in the yard. You should be ashamed.”
Kevin smiled as he spoke, and Krystin’s expression of concern turned quickly to a smile.
“So I’m a neat freak, but I’m just a girl still. Forgive me?”
“That depends,” he replied with a mockingly serious expression.
Krystin pulled her lover close and whispered into his ear, “I’m not telling you who your present is. Yet. It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.”
She felt his penis thicken against her hips as she leaned her shoulders back against his arms. She could feel her moisture inside the bottoms of her swimming suit as she looked into his eyes.
“I’m not guessing either,” Kevin whispered. “I would be able to tell if I guessed right, or wrong, and I don’t want to ruin the surprise either. I don’t have a present for you though.”
“You couldn’t tell if you were right or wrong!” she exclaimed defiantly. “I have a great poker face.”
“Right there, I saw it. You know you have a tell.”
Krystin’s mouth opened, maybe to begin a protest, or maybe from shock.
“Fuck you,” she mumbled as she half-heartedly tried to push herself out of his arms.
“OK, but later. After you give me my present?”
Krystin couldn’t stop her smile from spreading across her face.
“I love you, Kevin.”
“I know.”
Krystin’s eyes narrowed as she held his gaze. She had never said those words to him before. She had never said those words to anybody, except her parents and sister. She felt her chest tighten as she held her breath, and waited.
“I love you, Krystin,” Kevin finally told her.
“You’re such a prick.”
Kevin smiled and pulled her closer.
“I mean that in the best possible way though.”
After a long, passionate kiss, Kevin retreated to his bedroom, leaving Krystin to her guests. He could hear their squeals and laughter from outside as he changed from his work clothes to a more comfortable pair of faded jeans and short sleeved button up shirt.
He stopped at the table in the dining room on his way to the back yard, and put a couple of chicken fingers on a plate, with some honey mustard sauce to dip them in. As he reached for the last wine cooler, he stopped and grabbed a third piece of chicken, then a forth, and put them on his plate. He hoped he would need the extra calories for later.
Then he noticed something that made him stop and stare. He considered what the three state issued identification cards lined up on the table meant. Krystin liked to remind him he had asked for her ID before he let her in his car the night she gave him her virginity. She knew she didn’t really look like she was almost nineteen.
The ID cards, one for each of the girls he had just met, could mean Krystin intended all of them as her present for him. He hoped that it was just her way of keeping him from guessing what he was already sure of.
Taylor and Steph, as indicated on the cards, were almost twenty-two and twenty, respectively. They both appeared to be normal, outgoing, very attractive twenty-something girls and he was sure that they had long ago lost their innocence. Krystin Ankara escort bayan had several times commented about Kevin liking virgins, but he thought it was her who really liked them, and watching them give it away.
Leah, however, was different. She was barely eighteen, and seemed to be extremely shy; she barely made eye contact with him, was soft spoken, and had not taken her shirt off, even with a one piece bathing suite under it. Of the three, she was the most likely virgin. He was convince she was his birthday present, but had no intention of letting on he knew.
He hoped he wasn’t wrong.
He scooped the cards up, then laid them face down in a pile on the table. It was his way of showing he had examined them, without coming right out and telling anyone.
Kevin sat down in the lawn chair on the patio just outside the patio doors. It was in the shade, and had an excellent view of the five girls. Krystin was lounging in the wading pool, Carrie, Taylor and Steph reclined on folding lounge chairs that someone had brought along. Leah, sat up on her lounge chair, feet tucked underneath her and her back upright against the raised back of the chair.
They each had a wine cooler nearby, except Leah. She was taking occasional sips from a bottle of water.
Krystin noticed him a few minutes later, and climbed out of the pool, bent over at the waist to grab her wine cooler, and snapped the the leg of her bikini at him, wiggling her athletic ass. She pulled an empty lounger over beside him and flopped down.
The other girls got up and pulled their chairs into a circle with his and resumed their positions on their chairs, and conversations.
The girls talked, sometimes coaxing Kevin to join in, about school, boys, work, and girl stuff. Taylor and Steph had boyfriends, who they mostly complained about. Of course, Krystin smiled at Kevin a lot. Carrie tried to unobtrusively flirt with him, but in a way that her sister wouldn’t notice. Leah barely spoke, and didn’t say much when she did.
Kevin caught Leah looking at him several times, but she always quickly looked away even before he could catch her eyes.
During a rare lull in the conversation, Krystin stood up. “OK, girls, I’m ready to go inside. Kevin, babe, can we have the family room to ourselves? We wanna have some girl talk.”
“Yeah, sure, I can entertain myself.”
“It won’t be long. Don’t entertain yourself too good,” Krystin whispered against Kevin’s ear as she hugged him.
“I love you,” she said loud enough for everyone to hear, then kissed him.
“I love you too.”
Kevin settled into the desk chair in his bedroom, and sighed as he leaned back. Imagining being with any of his three new friends was easy, as he pictured each of them naked. Steph’s fingers were long and graceful, and the thought of them wrapped around his hard penis as her blue eyes met his was a delight. Taylor and her magnificent boobs was simply a man’s wet dream come to life.
Leah though, she was the one of the girls that really fascinated him. Her black hair and gray eyes combined for such an exotic look against her milky white skin; he thought of her as a wild animal, waiting to spring on their prey and devour it. He wondered what her life had been like to produce such a shy girl.
He leaned over to poke the power button on his computer and noticed something on his desk that had not been there before. It was a small box with a piece of paper leaned against it. On the paper, in Krystin’s hand writing, were the words “Do Not Touch”, and in smaller lettering, “My birthday present from you”.
He knew he had not gotten her anything. She had never given him an answer when he asked what she wanted for her birthday.
He picked up the piece of paper, and knew immediately what the box was and why it was there. The word “GoPro”, etched under the lens, had been hidden under Krystin’s note.
The camera was pointed at the center of the bed.
Krystin was going to watch him open his birthday present from her. She was probably going to record it, and he hoped he could watch it himself later.
He needed to make sure that whatever happened, the camera could capture it, but wasn’t sure the best way to approach it. Should he seem to not be expecting anything, and sit at his desk, then move to the bed, or should he be on the bed already.
He hadn’t spent much time on his thoughts when he heard footsteps in the hallway. He didn’t have time to weight any more options, so sat on the foot of his bed and pretended to poke at his phone.
The door to the bathroom next to his room closed. He already had an erection, pictures of Leah naked as she come through the door fled from his mind, and he relaxed.
He could hear some muffled sounds from the bathroom, then the musical tinkle of a woman’s urine hitting the water in the toilet. He like that sound. It made him feel almost voyeuristic.
The toilet flushed, water ran in the sink and the bathroom door clicked open. The knock on his Escort Ankara door almost made him jump.
“Come in,” he spoke, just a little louder than he intended, from the foot of his bed.
He stood as the door opened.
“Hey Kevin,” Taylor said as their eyes met.
“Taylor, hi.”
“I have a date tonight, so I wanted to thank you for the party before I leave. I had a really good time.”
She took the few steps separating them, and pressed her luscious body against his and hugged him tightly.
Taylor moved one hand down across his chest as she leaned back and kissed him on the lips. Her lips were moist, relaxed and parted slightly as her hand slid over his stomach and inside the waist band of his pants.
“Mmm, it seems you liked that I was here too,” she moaned into his mouth as she ran the palm of her hand over his mushroom head and along the underside of his erection. Her fingers tightened slightly around him as her hand slowly withdrew.
“I hope you invite me back soon,” and she kissed him again before she disappeared into the hallway.
Kevin sat on the foot of his bed, still feeling the warmth of Taylor’s hand caressing him. His penis ached a little with that familiar feeling of lust.
His thoughts were interrupted with the sound of the bathroom door closing again. He listened more attentively this time, and heard some muffled, undeciferable noises for a few minutes. Again, the tinkle of a woman relieving herself, but this time instead of a flush, he heard the soft hum of an electric motor.
Soon the electric whir was accompanied by rhythmic moans. The moans quickly ascended the musical scale until they were high, muffled squeals until finally the voice released a long growl.
The hum ended suddenly, followed by the flush of the toilet and water running in the sink. Kevin’s erection was twitching in his pants and he rubbed the heel of his hand along it through his pants.
He tried to adjust himself to hide his hardened penis, but quickly gave up when there was a knock on his door.
“Come in.”
“Kevin…” Steph started, but stopped as her eyes found the bulge in Kevin’s pants.
“Hi, Steph.”
“You’re glad to see me?”
“Or something.”
“I have a date in a little while…” she whispered, still staring at Kevin’s crotch.
“You have a date, but you were just…” Kevin made a circle in the air with his hand as he spoke.
“Masturbating, yeah. I decided to relieve my frustration ahead of time, since all he cares about is his orgasm.”
“Thanks for letting us use your house.” Her brilliant blue eyes rose to meet Kevin’s, and she smiled a coy smile. “I wish I could stay though.”
Steph hugged Kevin, and ground her pelvis against his.
“I really wish I were staying.”
She too disappeared into the hallway.
Kevin sat on the foot of his bed, staring at the floor and listening for any sound in the hallway. He could hear sounds from the other end of the house, probably the family room where he assumed the three remaining girls were, but couldn’t tell if it was the television or something else.
He stood, then paced. It had been about fifteen minutes since Steph had left him with his rock hard erection that begged for relief. It had gone down by this time.
Steph had left his door open a crack as she disappeared for her date. He heard no footsteps, but now he heard something. He concentrated, and realized what he heard was ragged breathing. He moved to his door and listened. A few more labored breaths, and he heard the soft click of the bathroom door latch.
Kevin sat back down on the foot of his bed and closed his eyes. He was listening for any sounds of life. He heard nothing. Ten more minutes passed in silence. He no longer heard any sounds from the family room. The entire house was silent.
He barely heard the soft click of the bathroom door unlatch only a second before his door swung slowly inward.
Except for her gray eyes lowering to the floor, Leah was frozen in the doorway, hand raised, suspended in mid air as the door swung slowly away from her. Her straight black hair fell across her upper chest and over her shoulders and Kevin saw her lips open and close like she was trying to speak.
Her dress covered her from shoulders to just below her knees. It was a plain, brown gingham, buttoned up the front from her waist to her neck. The sleeves fit loosely around her arms and stopped in a plain buttoned cuff at her wrists. Her calves and feet were bare.
“Leah?”
“Kevin, can I come in?” Her voice was low and breathy, but her breathing seemed to have become easier than it had been before her time in the bathroom.
Her bare feet were silent on the carpeting as she approached him. She stopped and turned toward him just a few inches from his knees.
“Leah, are you OK?” Kevin asked softly.
“I hope so.”
She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“Is something wrong?” Kevin asked her, truly concerned by her demeanor.
“I hope not.” She crossed her thin arms across her chest defensively, still looking at the floor.
“Krystin said you would have sex with me. That’s why I’m here, in your bedroom. I want to let you have sex with me.”