My saturday evening had started out pretty much the way they always do.  I was on my way to my neighbor's house to baby-sit his child while he went bowling with his friends.  My neighbor Brian and his wife Cindy had moved in next door to us about three years ago.  Just last year Cindy died suddenly in a car crash leaving Brian alone to raise their two year old son Josh.

I quietly slipped between our two houses and reached in my pocket.  I lit a joint I had rolled the day before and took in a deep breath.  Hold it, hold it hold it, and exhale.  'Ah what a great feeling,' I thought to myself.  I took a few moments to notice how much greener the grass was and how much bluer the sky was than just a few moments earlier.  I took one more quick hit and carefully put out the end of my smoke, I wanted to save the rest for later.

I went in to find Brian in his usual spot in front of the t.v.  "Hi," I said in a clearly happy voice.  "Oh hello," Brain responded barely looking up from his paper.  He usually pretty much ignores me but I don't care.  I just enjoy the extra cash he gives me for helping out.  I sat down on the couch across from Brian.  "Is Josh sleeping?" I asked as he got up to put on his shoes.  "Yes, there's a bottle of pop already open in the fridge if you get thirsty.  I'll be back around 10:00."  he added on his way out the door.

Brian's not bad looking I guess for an older guy.  He has dark brown hair, and dark sad eyes like a puppy.  I often wondered why he never dated after his wife past.  He certainly wouldn't have any trouble finding a woman.  He may of let himself go a little with his rough looking beard and torn up jeans but all in all I think he'd be quite the catch.

It was about 10:30 and Brian still wasn't home.  I went to check on Josh again.  He was sleeping sound and snoring.  I went back to living room and started surfing through the channels when the door swung open.  "Hey, Jenna I'm home." Brian announced in a shoddy voice.  He was noticeably drunk, the smell of alcohol swirled around him as he staggered towards the fridge.  I had never seen him like that before.

"Hey Honey how about a little night cap?"  he slurred opening a can of beer and handing it to me.  Beer would not be my first choice but since I'm not twenty-one and alcohol is hard for me to come by, I greedily snatched from his sweaty palm.  "Thanks, so how was your night?"  I asked pleasantly.  "Great! Oh is Josh ok?" he asked looking a little frightened as if he had just remembered he had a child.  "He's fine, don't worry." I assured him.

About an hour and three beers later Brian moved over to the couch and sat next to me.  His face was red, his eyes glassed over and his breath smelled like stale beer.  He playfully reached over and tugged at the bottom of my skirt.  "What is this outfit your wearing?" he asked.  "Oh it's suppose to be for tennis but I just like to wear it," I replied, and the moment I said it I could feel make cheeks turning red.  At that moment I knew that for the first time Brian was not only not ignoring me but he was flirting with me.  Crazy feelings rocked me to the core I was both afraid and excited by his obvious attraction to me.

My heart pounded hard in my chest as he leaned over to kiss me and slipped one hand up under my skirt.  I put my hand on his and tried to slow it down as he began making his way up my inner thigh.  His lips were soft up against mine and our tongues swirled around each other in a mixture of saliva and beer.  The kiss overwhelmed me and I barely noticed his hand had made it's way all the way up between my legs.

He was breathing hard and I felt his fingers beginning to slide inside of my white cotton panties.  "Wait, stop.  I can't do this." I whispered pushing him away.  "Come on Jenna," he pleaded.  "I've always been good to you, haven't I?"  Well I tried that was as much of a no as I could muster.  The truth was I said no but my body was saying Yes yes yes!

He kissed me again and laid me back on the couch planting little kisses around my neck as he slowly unbuttoned my blouse.  He felt so lean and muscular more than what I had expected.  Brian positioned himself on top of me with his lower half between my legs.  My skirt had been pushed up around my wait as he slowly began humping me over my panties.  He felt so big and hard I tried to imagine what he would feel like inside of me. I began thrusting my hips up to meet his insistent grinding.  "You feel so good," he said in between kisses.

Suddenly, he stopped and stood up his face was beat red and his eyes glazed over.  "Let's fuck," he said quickly taking his pants off.  I stared helplessly at his huge manhood.  I couldn't say no, I couldn't say yes, so I said nothing as pulled my damp panties down over my feet.  He climbed on top of me and with a hand between us he slowly guided his hard cock inside of me.  I gasped as I felt the head break it's way in.  It kind of hurt but it was a good hurt.  His hips rocked back and forth slipping himself a little farther inside of me with each hump.  This time I did not hump him back, I just laid their frozen.  I felt like I was afraid if I moved it would hurt more.

I laid motionless for several minutes tolerating his persistent thrusts and hard breathing.  Then all at once he let out a kind of growl and slammed himself hard inside of me.  I could feel his hot semen washing over my inner walls in pulsating spurts.  After a few more sticky thrusts he removed himself.  Brian stood up and began pulling his pants up over his wet, shriveling cock.  "You're not going to tell your parents are you?" he asked nervously.  "Of course not," I said with a wink.  He patted me softly on the back.  "Good it will be our little secret," he gushed.