I know now that there’s only one day ever in your life when you wake up with that feeling you have the first day after you lose your virginity. I don’t mean to make it sound sappy or overly poetic or anything like that, but there’s a certain just new way you see things that first morning.

I suppose part of that new feeling was that I’d lost mine the previous day to Mr. Harding from next door, and that we’d come together just as my parents had arrived home! Of course, the naughtiness of it all wasn't just that he was more than twice my age, or that he was my dad’s best friend, or even that he'd taken me for the very first time right there on my parent's couch. No, what gave the whole thing an even more forbidden edge to it all was the fact that Mr. Harding had come right inside of me. In fact, I'd actually begged him to! Entering my tight, virgin slit for the first time unprotected was one thing, but feeling his hot, potent seed fill me up had been one of the hottest things I'd ever experienced in my life!

I'd always had a crush on the hunky older guy next door; I mean, who wouldn't? Mr. Harding was devastatingly good looking, was funny and kind, and where my dad had I guess sort of let himself go in the years since he and Jake played football together at school, Mr. Harding had certainly not. I couldn't remember the number of times I'd shyly watched him from my bedroom window when I was younger, gazing at his muscled torso as he'd mowed the lawn shirtless in the Florida heat.

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A s I went about my day - my first day not a virgin - I kept grinning privately to myself about what had happened the day before. I walked through the living room more times than I could count, blushing just looking at the couch where Mr. Harding had finally given in to the heat I knew we both felt and kissed me back when I'd pressed my lips to his. I felt a tingle between my legs, thinking about how he'd roared as he came, his thick cum squirting into my fertile young body and filling me to the brim just as my parents had pulled back into our driveway.

I dwelled on that for another second as I stood daydreaming in the living room. Part of my whole fantasy with Jake was him filling me up unprotected, just like I'd watched him do to his ex-wife all those months before in his backyard.  I hadn't really thought further than the pure fantasy after I'd had Mr. Harding come inside of me, but suddenly the reality of that hit me, sending an erotic little shiver through my body; could I actually be pregnant right now? I mean I wasn’t on any sort of pill or anything, and plenty of people got pregnant their first time.

I bit my lip, feeling the sexy heat of the thought tremble inside of me; holy cow, what if I really was pregnant now? I tried to imagine what it would be like to feel my belly get bigger, knowing secretly that it was the forbidden man next door’s!

The thought of it was so hot that I almost wanted to run up to my room, lock the door, and relieve the burning ache in my pussy, except right then is when my mom happened to pull into the driveway and holler for help with the groceries.

Damn it.

I hadn't stepped more than four feet out the backdoor though, when a sweating, shirtless, and jaw-droppingly hot Mr. Harding came jogging up his own driveway from the street, panting from his run. I could see him freeze as he saw me, his whole body going stiff while his eyes darted quickly to my mother. But her back was turned, and I blushed as his eyes came back to rest on me and quickly went a shade darker with a flash of hunger in them as he winked at me.

"Oh, Jake! Hot out there for a run isn't it!" My mother smiled and waved at Mr. Harding, who seemed to wrestle with the idea before he walked over to our driveway.

"Hi Sarah;” he turned to me, his eyes looking nervous and yet excited at the same time. “Uh, hello, Chelsea."

I could tell he was probably freaking out just a little bit. After all, here he was talking to the nineteen year old girl whose virginity he'd taken just the day before, and standing right there was her mother .

Needless to say, I could practically see the bullets he was sweating right then.

“So Jake, I was thinking we should all get together for a dinner again soon sometime!” My mother beamed at him. “What do you say?”

I could see Mr. Harding swallow thickly as my mother cheerfully smiled at him.

"Uh, yeah, Sarah. That sounds great."

My mother smiled obliviously at him again. “Well good, because - and I do hope you don’t think I’m being too bold, but I’ve got someone I want you to meet, a friend of mine.”

I could see Jake’s face harden for second, his eyes darting to me before pushing a fake smile onto his face. “Oh, uh. Sure, Sarah.”

Okay, I’m not going to lie. For a single second there, I could feel every part of my body tense up and felt the rage of emotion surge inside of me. The very idea of Jake on a date with another girl - even if it was a big group thing anyways - had me seeing red for a second. But just as I felt my fist tighten around the bag of groceries, I found Jake’s eyes, staring right into mine.

And it was enough, that look. That look burned a little sense into me. I mean, of course , he had to say yes. It’d have been strange otherwise if newly single, stupidly handsome Jake Harding said no to a date. One might say suspiciously strange, and that’s the last thing either of us wanted to stir up.

“Chelsea!” I shook my head and turned to see my mom frowning at me. “Careful with those bags! That one has the eggs in it,” she said, scowling at the way I was squeezing the bags tightly in my angry little jealous fists. I could see Jake smirk out of the corner of my eyes.

My mother laughed and shook her head at him as she turned and walked into the house. “Tomorrow, then?”

“Hey, Sarah?” Jake turned and beamed a winning smile at her. “You know what, let’s have it at my place. I’ve got that big oak dining room table that I don’t even use anymore. Might be nice to give it some air-time.”

My mom beamed. “Well! That sounds wonderful. I’ll call Karen now and let her know!”

He turned back to me, arching an eyebrow and smirking at the scowl still on my face.

“Karen , huh?” I said with a pout.

“Hey,” he said, a grin teasing his lips. “You know it’s just for show, right?”

“I guess.”

He shot a quick look back at the house before turning back to me, and I gasped as he quickly grabbed my ass in his big hand. “You better know that this is the only ass I want.”

I felt my face grow hot and red as I grinned. “Okay , yes, I know."

He winked. “Good. Guess I’ll see you for dinner tomorrow then.”

He turned back towards his house, but I suddenly stopped him with a hand on his arm.

The Chelsea of six months ago would have never had the guts to be so bold. But of course, the Chelsea from back then would also have never have imagined a scenario where Mr. Harding bent her over her parent's sofa, took her virginity, and filled her with his cum.

His eyes looked quickly up at the backdoor to my house before he turned to me with a dark, cautionary look. “Chelsea-"

"I just wanted to say thank you, for yesterday." I said quietly, feeling the heat in my cheeks. I let my hand linger on his arm, feeling his pulse just below the surface there. The red in his face deepened, and I could see his jaw tightening as he looked at me. I could tell that he was still conflicted, but I could also see the raw lust there as I let my fingers trail across his arm.

I leaned closer, my voice a whisper. “You don't have to worry, Mr. Harding. I'm not going to tell my parents that you fucked me."

I could practically feel his pulse jump right then, and he did actually groan quietly. Suddenly, he jumped away from me just as the back door opened again.

"Chelsea, a little help please?" My mom laughed and shook her head at Mr. Harding. “I don’t know what gets into them at this age!”

I could feel my own cheeks burn bright red as I turned away from my mom, only to see Jake about choke on his own tongue.

“I- uh- yeah, I’ll see you guys later then." He turned quickly on his heel and jogged back to his house and up through the back door, leaving me blushing and grinning like an idiot as I helped my mother bring in the rest of the groceries.