His Nasty Little Pussy

Chapter 27



AVA

I looked down at the notebook I’d been scribbling in. My teacher droned on about our bright futures and how excited she was for us, but I tuned her out and instead found enough free space on the page to write my name once more. Satisfied, I looked over my handiwork. I’d scrawled my name on every available space. Well, the name I hoped to have one day.

Mrs. David Emerson

Mrs. Ava Emerson

Ava Emerson

I sighed and shut my notebook before my best friend could see. She’d never let me live it down if she knew I had a crush on my next-door neighbor. It wasn’t just that he was more than twice our age. Leslie, his daughter, was actually a good friend of ours. She’d graduated last year and left for college, but we’d all grown up together. I’d spent more time at the Emerson house over the summers growing up than I did my own. Mr. Emerson was good friends with my parents, especially since his divorce five years ago. I couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t in my life.

I knew I had it bad for him. None of the boys in school could even hold my attention. All my thoughts were on David Emerson, the sexy forbidden man next door. I’d been waiting so long for him, but I turned 18 last week, and today was the last day of high school. In exactly ten minutes, I was officially done with high school and fully an adult.

That wasn’t all I was excited about, though. I’d been so nervous when I first started high school, and Mr. Emerson had found me on the first day of school shaking like a leaf outside my house, too scared to walk to the bus stop. He’d asked me what one thing was that I really wanted to do. I’d already had a huge crush on him at that point. I loved watching him ride off on his motorcycle, so I’d said that I wanted him to take me for a ride on the back of his bike. He’d laughed and said, “Okay, if you walk down to that bus stop and do well at school, then when you graduate, I’ll take you for a ride.”Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Well, today I was getting that ride, and if I had my way, I’d be riding more than just the motorcycle. I’d been counting down the days. Just the idea of being able to wrap my arms around him while we zoom off down the street was making my panties wet. When the bell finally rang, I jumped up, emptied my locker and ran to my car. No way was I going to put this off for another minute longer.

I made it back to my house in record time. Throwing my backpack inside the front door, I called a quick hello to my mom before walking through our house and out the back. Mr. Emerson worked out of his house making custom furniture for people. He had a huge three car garage behind his house that he’d converted into a workroom. When Leslie and I were little, he’d made us the coolest treehouse in the world. It was in a giant tree that grew on their side of the fence but towered over both our yards. A rope ladder hung down on my side and that’s how I always crossed over into their yard.

Once I’d made it to the top of the ladder, I climbed up onto the little porch that wrapped all the way around the treehouse. Ducking, I opened the door and sighed at all the memories that always hit me as soon as I entered this place. We’d made curtains for the windows, and there was even a builtin couch that folded out into a bed for when we’d have sleepovers up here. I still came up here all the time because it was the perfect place to spy on Mr. Emerson. I could sit on the couch and look at him through the window on nice days when he kept the doors open while he worked. It also gave me a great view of their pool. He often took a quick dip after working, and on those nights, I’d squat down and rub my pussy raw watching him swim laps. I just couldn’t ever seem to get enough of him.

Lifting the trapdoor that was centered on the floor, I climbed down and soon found myself standing in their yard. It was a nice day, so all three garage doors were up, giving me a great view of Mr. Emerson. He had his back turned to me, so I was free to ogle him to my heart’s content. He’d stripped off his t-shirt and was just wearing a pair of jeans with the black boots he always wore. Muscles rippled along his back as he sanded the chair he was working on. He liked to do it by hand, so I was getting a great show, especially when he turned to the side, revealing a bicep that had my mouth watering along with a great view of his tight, hard abs. God, he was beautiful.

I just stood there watching him, my body going into complete overdrive. My nipples were hard as rocks, and my pussy was so wet that I feared he’d somehow be able to tell through my skirt.

Sensing me standing there, he turned around and gave me a wide smile, making the dimple in his left cheek appear. I’d imagined running my tongue over that sexy dimple more times than I could count. His short black hair was only slightly peppered with gray, and the dark stubble on his cheeks just seemed to draw attention to his sculpted jawline. The thing that always got me, though, were those sexy blue eyes of his. They were in such contrast to the darkness of his hair, and they were a piercing, vivid blue that I always seemed to just fall into.

“Hey, Ava,” he said, giving me a sexy grin. “How was your last day?”

I walked closer, willing myself to stop staring at his hard pecs and that small line of hair that disappeared down into his pants, the one I desperately wanted to follow with my tongue.

“Hi, Mr. Emerson. It was fine.”

I stepped into the garage and couldn’t help but rub my hand over the chair he was working on. It was gorgeous, a rocking chair made out of a light wood with beautiful scrolling designs etched into it.

“This is gorgeous,” I said as my hands stroked the smooth wood.

“Thanks,” he said, giving me a glimpse of that dimple again.

I couldn’t help but glance over at the black motorcycle that was parked in the corner of the garage.

He gave me a sheepish grin and ran a hand over the nape of his neck. “I haven’t forgotten our deal, Ava, but I am going to have to push it back a little. I’m almost done with this chair, and the buyer is picking it up in a little bit, so I need to make sure it’s all ready to go. Would you mind doing a night ride instead?”


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