An erotic encounter with my childhood crush

[iwanttowrite]

I’ll need to need to provide some context for this story.

When I was much younger, around five or six, my parents would sometimes ask our neighbors if their son could babysit me. He was a teenager back then, about ten years older than me. I don’t really remember much about him except that he was nice and always made my favorite foods. He only watched me a couple times over the course of two years before he went away for college. I wouldn’t see him very much after that. Just glimpses of him, during the holidays or over the summer. I didn’t really care much back then. I was just a child.

But when I turned thirteen, something changed. I first noticed it over the summer. He was in the back yard, tending to his parent’s garden. I was inside and caught a glimpse of him from my bedroom window. I almost didn’t recognize him. I thought our neighbors had hired a gardener. But when I realized that it was their son, for some reason I couldn’t stop watching.

He’d grown to be a strapping young man. Tall, slender, with thick dark hair and a healthy tan from the hours he’d spent working outside. My neighbors had a very impressive garden. I’d always see their son carrying bags of soil, pulling weeds, planting flowers, mowing the lawn. And I’d just watch him. For a few minutes, maybe more. Now that I’m older I can understand why, but back then I couldn’t really understand my fixation with him. It was a rather innocent little crush.

Well, it started out innocent. But as I got older my interest became a bit more, let’s say carnal. I’d be giddy whenever my neighbor was working in the yard without his shirt. Watching his muscles flex, glistening with sweat. It could be very captivating.

But I would only ever watch him from afar. The few interactions that we did have were completely cordial. He’d occasionally ask me about school, what my friends and I were up to, if I was looking forward to college. I’d always give him a short, simple, straightforward response. He would smile and nod, then go back to whatever he was doing. While I might have fantasized about flirting with the man, they were only ever fantasies. After all, he a grown man. And at the time, already engaged.

The first time I saw her was when I was sixteen. She’d accidentally knocked on our door having mistaken the address. My neighbor had spotted her car and called her over. My heart sank when I saw them kiss. It really shouldn’t have bothered me. Not as much as it did. Hell, even I had a couple boyfriends in high school. Of course he would be dating someone else. Of course he would be interested in women his own age, and that they would be interested in him. But it was a painful reminder that my fantasy was always only ever going to be that. A fantasy. And the reality was that he would always be with someone else.

I tried to put him out of my mind afterwards. It was pretty easy. He wound up moving in with his fiancé shortly before I graduated school. Then I left for college, and he was out of sight and off my mind. Being preoccupied with school helped.

Now, if you’ve read this far, you’re probably wondering what the hell this could possibly all be building up too? Well, this is where my story truly begins.

My freshman year of college was at an end. I’d returned home for summer break, and was pleasantly surprised when a certain someone called out to greet me. It was my neighbor. Working in his parent’s garden. I hadn’t seen him for almost three years. It was a little awkward. But we chatted for a bit. Apparently he was watching over the house while his parents were away on some summer cruise. He asked me about college. I asked him about his fiancé. Then his face grew somewhat somber. They had broken up, several months ago.

I was sympathetic of course. Sorry that their relationship had ended. But then a twisted little thought emerged from the recesses of my mind.

He was single again. And I was an adult.

I’m a little ashamed to admit this, but after our conversation I immediately began thinking of a way to kindle some sort of relationship with my neighbor. And I had three full months to try.

I started off slowly. Whenever he was in his garden I’d ask if he would want any assistance. I’d offer to help him pluck weeds or water flowers or even just get him something to drink. He didn’t always accept. But when he did, I could sense a connection between us building. Growing closer.

Aside from that, I’d always try to find some excuse to be outside. Just so he could see me. I’d go jogging in the morning, water my mothers flowers in the afternoon, and even wash my car by hand every week. Sometimes I’d even sunbathe in the backyard. And every time, I made sure that my outfit was *appropriate*. Nothing too eye catching, but something that was sure to emphasize my assets.

I wasn’t naive. I know what men like to look at. Especially when I was still *developing* back in high school. It made me incredibly uncomfortable and self-conscious back then, having men and boys gawking at me.

But it was different now. I was no longer just some young girl. I was a nineteen year old woman, and if I wanted to get my neighbors attention I had to emphasize just how much I’d matured, in all the ways that mattered. And it worked. Kind of. I would notice my neighbor stealing glances, checking me out whenever he thought I wasn’t looking. His eyes occasionally lingered for just a bit too long.

As satisfying as it was, knowing that I had his attention, he never treated me any differently. All our conversations remained cordial, polite, respectful. I had his attention, not affection. And I was running out of time.

About a month before summer break would come to an end, my neighbor let slip that he would be moving away. Something about finding a better job in a different state and getting a fresh start. It wasn’t confirmed, but it was clear it was something that he was looking forward to. I tried not to look disappointed and wished him the best of luck.

By now I was getting desperate. I felt like I had to do something drastic. I had to let him know how I felt about him. Before I left for college again. Before he moved away, possibly for good. So I did something risky. Something very risky, very risqué, and very stupid.

I had to wait until my parents were both away from home. I got lucky when my dad had to attend some fancy dinner party for work reasons. He not only decided to take my mom, but because they’d both be out late and fairly far from home, they’d be spending the night at a hotel. They would be gone for nearly twelve hours. I’d be home alone. This was my best chance.

The plan was simple. I’d already made a habit of sunbathing in the backyard. I didn’t have much of a tan, but that wasn’t the point. It was just an excuse for my neighbor to see me in a swimsuit, rubbing sunscreen into my skin, and lounge on a towel for about an hour before heading back inside.

But what if I couldn’t get back inside? What if I was locked out of the house, with my parents too far away to be of any help? What would my neighbor do when I came to him, clad in a skimpy swimsuit, asking for help? Surely he wouldn’t leave me outside all alone. He’d have to invite me in. At least until my parents got back. If necessary, I just might have to spend the night. And then I’d have the perfect opportunity to try and seduce him.

Look, I told you it was a stupid plan.

But it was the best I had to try and get closer to my crush. And I wasn’t even sure if it would work. I had my doubts that it would. It was a silly idea. But I had to try. So I made sure that I couldn’t back out at the last minute.

I took the spare key we hid on the porch and brought it inside so I would truly be locked out of the house.

I left my phone in my room so I wouldn’t be tempted to call my friends for help in case I chickened out.

And before I walked outside, just to be sure that I would absolutely *need* my neighbors help, so that he couldn’t possibly turn me away, I walked outside without putting on my swimsuit. I had nothing but a towel and some sunscreen when I stepped into the backyard and shut the door behind me.

The second I heard the latch click, I regretted everything.

But I didn’t have a choice.

My parents couldn’t help me.

My friends couldn’t help me.

I had to rely solely upon my neighbor for assistance.

After several minutes of standing in the yard wrapped in a towel, petrified with fear and on the verge of tears, I forced myself to regain composure and walked towards my neighbors house.

He was surprised to find me knocking at his back door, and asked if I needed help with anything. I struggled to answer his question, the anxiety choking me up and stealing my voice. But I eventually told him that I had been sunbathing in the backyard and had accidentally locked myself out. I then asked if he happened to have a spare key to our house.

“Sorry, I don’t think we do. I can double check. But you might have to wait until your parents return home from work.”

I already knew they didn’t have a key. So I asked if I could come inside while I waited for my parents. My neighbor frowned.

“I’m not sure… I can lend you my phone if you want to call them.”

That wouldn’t do. I had to insist.

“Please? I don’t want to wait outside for too long. I, um- I wasn’t… I’m not… I didn’t want any tan lines so I left my swimsuit inside.”

My neighbors face went pale as his eyes widened in realization of my situation. He stepped aside as he pulled the door wide open, inviting me inside without turning to look at me directly.

“Come inside.”

I nervously stepped into the house, fighting the urge to smile. My plan was working. My neighbor told me that he’d grab some clothes for me to wear and look for our spare key. I thanked him, and asked if I could use his shower before I changed. Despite being outside for only a few minutes I was sweating profusely. Not just from the heat, but also the stress that I was putting myself through. I needed to cool off and calm down. A nice shower would help with that.

He led me down the hall towards the bathroom, then handed me another towel before disappearing to elsewhere in the house. I breathed a deep sigh of relief once I was left alone. Despite getting exactly what I wanted, it felt like everything was going wrong. I shut the bathroom door and stepped into the shower. The warm water cascaded over me and helped to clear my mind. Now that I was in my neighbors house, I needed to focus on the next part of my plan. Convincing him to let me stay the night. That shouldn’t be too hard. Even though the sun hadn’t begun to set, it was getting pretty late. If he agreed to let me stay, then I could-

A knock at the door broke my train of thought. I wrapped my arms across my body instinctively, trying to preserve my modesty despite being hidden behind both an opaque shower curtain and a wooden door. It was my neighbor. He just wanted leave some clothes for me to change into and ask if I was okay. I thanked him, and let him know that I was fine. Even though I wasn’t.

It started to hit me then. I was naked in my neighbors house. I had concocted this ridiculous scheme to get into my neighbors house to do what exactly? To seduce a grown man? To convince him to fall in love with me? What was I thinking?! What was wrong with me?!

I had decided then to abandon my plan. There wasn’t much that I could do to fix my situation, but I wasn’t going to proceed any further. After stepping out of the shower and drying off, I put on the clothes my neighbor had left for me. It was a large teeshirt and some sweatpants. They fit well enough. I certainly couldn’t complain.

I stepped out of the bathroom and found my neighbor in the kitchen. He apologized for being unable to find our spare key, and handed me his phone so I could call my parents. I thanked him and dialed their number. It was going to be an embarrassing conversation. At least I thought it was. Instead, I just got their voicemail and left a message saying that I was locked out of the house and waiting with our neighbor until they could get home.

The next couple of hours were awkward. Very awkward. As always, my neighbor was very polite and friendly. He offered to make me dinner considering that I clearly wouldn’t be getting back home anytime soon. I helped him prepare the food and set the table, mostly in silence. The tension in the air was so strong you’d need a sledgehammer to break through. But, aside from that, it was a rather lovely meal. Some sort of pasta with shrimp and lemon. Light, simple, delicious.

We ended up conversing a bit. It was mostly mundane. We talked about college, my parents, his parents, my friends. Then he asked me what I was doing outside without any clothes. I was uncomfortable, but I expected him to bring it up eventually. I already rehearsed my excuse. So I told some spiel about not wanting obvious tan lines, thinking that my backyard was private enough, forgetting to secure the door or bring my phone with me.

He immediately called out my bullshit.

Well, he wasn’t quite that vulgar or rude. But he did pick apart my story to the point that it was obviously a lie. Then he brought up all my other unusual behaviors. How I was consistently approaching him, offering him favors, making myself more visible to him, if he’s outside then I’m outside, if he goes inside then I follow suit.

I could feel my face turning red, burning from embarrassment. I didn’t realize just how obvious I was behaving. I thought I was being more subtle. More discreet. But my neighbor seemingly realized that I was up to something from day one. He just couldn’t understand what. So he asked me, directly, what it was that I was trying to do, what it was that I wanted from him.

So I told him. Everything.

About my crush on him when I was younger. About my fascination with watching him working in the garden. About my attraction to him. My jealousy towards his fiancé. My hope for something special to blossom between us when I learned that they were no longer together. The disgust that I felt as I started realizing just how inappropriate my feelings towards him were. The shame I felt forcing my way into his home, taking advantage of his kindness by showing up at his doorstep half naked and knowing he’d let me in.

I was nearly in tears as I apologized, begging for him to forgive me. To not tell my parents. How I got lost in the fantasy and just wanted to experience something special with him before he went away and left my life forever.

He just stared back at me, remaining calm and quiet, before slowly approaching me to place a hand on my shoulder. He told me he was sorry. Sorry that he couldn’t give me what I wanted. That there could be no relationship between us. That we were at different stages of our lives and how it wouldn’t be appropriate for us to even try.

I told him that I understood, and that I was genuinely sorry for making him uncomfortable.

Then, we kissed.

I don’t remember if I kissed him or if he kissed me, or if maybe we kissed each other. But we both pulled back. We both recognized that what we were doing was highly inappropriate. But, for one night, we’d indulge ourselves in the fantasy.

He pulled me closer, pressing my body against his own and kissed me deeply. I responded in kind and wrapped my arms around his waist. In the brief moments our lips parted to gasp for air, he asked me if I still wanted to take things further. His hands were still resting against my hips, holding me gently. I helped to guide the under the hem of my shirt. One hand gripped me at the waist. The other made its way to my breast.

Meanwhile, my own hands were fiddling with the buttons on my neighbors shirt. It didn’t take me long to expose his bare toned flesh. The experience was just as mesmerizing as it was watching him from my bedroom window. But now I had the chance to feel his dense muscles against my palms. Then I felt his own hands tugging at my shirt, and I felt that it was only fair to help him undress me. As we raised the garment up and over my head, I could feel my breasts fall free. Unsupported. Fully exposed.

I pressed my bare chest against his, leaning in for another kiss. His hands initially reached for my waist. But I felt them lower to cup my buttocks, and with a swift motion I was hoisted up into the air. It was unexpected. My response was to wrap my legs around his waist for support. It was the right response. We kissed again, as he carried me away towards the bedroom.

I was placed gently on the bed, his hands still firmly gripping my butt. He pulled his lips away from mine but he hadn’t finished kissing me. He simply proceeded lower. Down to my neck. My shoulders. My chest. My stomach. It felt like he was going to anoint every inch of my skin with his lips. Then I felt his fingers digging into the waistband of my pants, before they were slowly pulled away from my legs. Just like that, I was naked again. My body was on full display. I fell back onto the mattress, eagerly awaiting what I thought would inevitably come next. My neighbor continued to kiss my bare flesh, moving upwards this time. Kissing my legs. My thighs. My hips. Before finally burying his face in my nether regions.

A loud gasp escaped from my lips as my body shuddered violently with excitement. The sensation was immense. Overwhelming. I nearly squeezed my neighbors head between my thighs. I couldn’t contain myself. The room echoed with moans of arousal. My hands ran through my neighbors thick locks as I kept his face pressed between my legs.

When he finally pulled his lips away from mine, I felt a tinge of disappointment. I had been right at the edge of ecstasy. It had come to an end too soon. But this wasn’t the end. I knew it when I heard the clasp of his belt open, and watched his pants drop to the floor.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t anxious. The butterflies in my stomach were fluttering with a ferocity that I’d not experienced before. He asked one last time if I was certain. If this was what I wanted. I answered, honestly, as his manhood was gently sheathed within my womanhood.

His body rocked over top of mine. Like waves rolling on the beach. Back and forth. In a slow repetitive rhythm that gradually built up momentum. The warmth of his breath tickled my skin as he resumed to plant tender kisses upon my flesh. They seemed to grow more passionate and intense as his pace increased.

My blood ran hot. My breathing shallowed. My voice grew horse and my body tensed with every thrust. It was all building up to something magnificent, something so powerful that neither of us would be able to contain it for much longer. I could feel him reach the peak first, a warm feeling building within me as he pulsed with excitement, right before he helped to push me to the climax.

We laid beside each other for quite a while afterwards, all hot and bothered, trying to catch our breath. I’d never experienced something quite like that before. Not on my own. Not with other partners. The farthest I’d ever gotten was some heavy petting in high school. But this was so much more. Like something out of a dream.

He took me in his arms and held me gently, stroking my hair, asking if I was alright. He was a real gentleman. I knew we’d have a more serious conversation about everything at some point. But we could save that for later. Right now, I just wanted to continue to indulge in the moment. The fantasy didn’t need to end just yet.

I won’t go into detail about everything that happened afterwards. I did eventually have to let my neighbor know that my parents wouldn’t be returning home until the following morning. He didn’t seem surprised, and offered to set up the guest room so I could have some privacy. I laughed. It was kind of him to offer, but we both knew where I’d be sleeping that night. Of course we didn’t get that much sleep. At least I didn’t.

I awoke the next morning in an empty bed, with the smell of breakfast wafting from the kitchen. I was tempted to greet him dressed as I was. But, at that point the fantasy was coming to an end. I thought it best not to draw things out. I showered, got dressed, and enjoyed one last meal with my crush. My parents were home a few hours later. I was vague about how I got locked outside. They were mildly disappointed with my recklessness, but thankful that my neighbor was willing to look after me again so many years later.

We parted ways since then. I didn’t see my neighbor for many years after I returned to college. He moved away, just as he planned. I’d catch a glimpse of him from time to time, over the holidays or during the summer, but I’d always keep my distance. We would remain cordial with each other, but I did my best not to intrude into his life. He eventually got engaged again, married a beautiful woman and started a family of his own with her. They’re a lovely couple. I would meet some special as well. Someone just as striking and sweet, but with his own special charms.

I still think fondly about that night. Not often, but when the thought crosses my mind I can’t help but reminisce. I became the woman I am today because of that night. And I don’t have any regrets.

[Somebody]

Very sweet. It's a shame she doesn't get the guy, but it feels realistic. One little nitpick for your grammar that might be useful, when it's possessive plural, move the apostrophe after the s.

[skai0]

Beautiful story, great buildup, great writing! One thing I would change is give the guy a name. Saying "my neighbor" again and again is rather awkward.

[iwanttowrite]

Beautiful story, great buildup, great writing! One thing I would change is give the guy a name. Saying "my neighbor" again and again is rather awkward.

Thank you!

Also, I kept referring to my crush as “my neighbor” because every time I tried to use a fake name, I’d occasionally slip up and use his real name. It was a bit awkward and repetitive but I really did not want to risk it.

Of course, I’m only now realizing that I could have just used his real name and then used the replace text feature to change it

[CinnabarSunset]

I might become a broken record asking whether a story is real or fictional, but...

Was this one a true story for a while, and then embellished/fictionalized past a certain point?

If being called on the obvious flirtatious advances was something he actually did, then I can only imagine your burning embarrassment in that moment.

[iwanttowrite]

Was this one a true story for a while, and then embellished/fictionalized past a certain point?

I’d say this story was 90% truthful, but I did embellish a few details and took some creative liberties with certain parts of the story.

The prologue is completely true. My neighbors have a son. He was my babysitter. I had a huge crush on him as a teenager. And when I came back home for summer break and found out he was single again, I did naively think I might have a chance to woo him. It’s hard to judge how subtle I was or wasn’t being but he did suspect that I was up to something.

But the “plan” to get inside his house was mostly fabricated. It was more of a spur of the moment decision. I won’t go into specifics, but I didn’t actually lock myself out of my house naked. My parents were gone for the night though, so I was able to convince my neighbor to let me stay with him until they got back.

He made me dinner. He questioned my unusual behaviors. But I didn’t have an emotional breakdown when I confessed my feelings towards him. I *did* confess my feelings but it wasn’t as melodramatic as it was in the story. It was embarrassing though, admitting that I’d been actively trying to seduce him all summer. But it did work out for me in the end, all things considered.