Chapter Fifteen: Lolita
Holy shit. Ben Ryder was on my fucking front porch. I opened the door to see him standing there with his hands in his pockets and a nervous smile on his face.
He was wearing a pair of jeans and a black polo shirt that hugged his muscular frame, and a pair of worn cowboy boots with pointy toes. The material of the shirt strained against his thick chest and shoulders. The jeans were tight enough to give me an idea of what bulged underneath. His tanned forearms were roped with sinewy muscle. He had a thick silver watch on his left wrist and a tattoo on his right arm that looked like an eagle holding a pitchfork.
“Uh, hi,” I said, glancing up into his eyes and forcing a smile.
“Hi, sorry to bother you,” he said, his voice deep and warm, just as I’d imagined it would be. “But I was wondering if I could use your phone.”
I blinked at him. I felt myself swallow. I realized that I was licking my lips. I forced myself to stop. Funny, I had spent the last hour thinking of ways to seduce this guy and now that he was on my doorstep. I was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
“My phone?”
He held up his cellphone. The screen was black. “Yeah, my cell died and I have no idea where the charger is. We don’t have a house phone and I need to call and check on my little boy. So, I was wondering if I could use your phone.”
“Sure,” I said, trying not to gush. I pulled open the door and stepped aside. “Come on in.”
I took a deep breath as he passed by, so close it made my skin tingle. My bare nipples immediately plumped up, pushing against the thin t-shirt, like little kids raising their hands and jumping up and down screaming, “ME! ME! NOTICE ME!”
I glanced out the door at Mrs. Crown’s house across the street. I didn’t see the gossipy old biddy, but I knew she was watching. She was always watching.
“Um, you can use the phone in the kitchen,” I said, leading the way. The t-shirt was short and fell just to the top of my ass. I could feel the string bikini working up between the crack between my ass cheeks. I wondered if he was watching my ass bounce as I walked. I hoped he was. My ass was tight and perfect and round and tanned to a golden brown. I wondered what it would feel like to have his fingers digging into my cheeks as he pounded me from behind.
“I appreciate this,” he said. “It’s been a crazy couple of days.”
“Oh, yeah, I’m so sorry about your wife,” I said with a sympathetic pout. “I didn’t know her that well, but she seemed nice. I babysat your son once, years ago.”
“I had no idea,” he said. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I watched his chest rise and fall. I caught him looking at my stiff nipples poking through my shirt. I didn’t try to hide them. I couldn’t have if I’d tried. Just like he couldn’t hide the bulge in the front of his jeans. To the contrary, I put my hands behind my back and pushed my tits out at him. He licked his lips like a hungry man eyeing a dessert tray. I let my eyes drift down to the bulge in the front of his jeans. It was getting bigger.
“So, there’s the phone,” I said, nodding at the old phone hanging on the wall. “Help yourself.”
“Uh, thanks,” he said, shaking his head like he was coming out of a dream. “It’ll just take a second.”
As he called to check on his son, I went to stand at the sink in the very spot where I’d seduced Jerry Falk three years ago. I thought about using the same tactic on Ben Ryder. All I’d have to do was pull off my t-shirt, push out my tits, rub my pussy a few times, and he would be mine. Pussy Power never failed.
“Okay, that’s great,” Ryder said, turning his back to me with the phone at his ear. I could still hear the conversation. “No, don’t bother him if he’s outside with the boys. Yes, Sunday afternoon works for me. If you need me sooner, just call my cell. Okay, thanks, Em. I appreciate it.”
“How is she going to call if your cellphone is dead?” I asked after he hung up the phone. The look on his face was priceless.
He held up the cellphone and smiled. “Good question.”
“Is your cellphone really dead, Mr. Ryder?”
“Just call me Ryder,” he said, tucking the phone into his back pocket. He folded his thick arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe. “And what should I call you?”
I gave him an innocent smile. “My name’s Lolita, and everyone calls me Lolita.”
“Lolita? Like the movie?”
“I think so,” I said, shrugging at him, making my tits bounce. “My mom was obsessed with that movie for some reason. Have you seen it? Lolita?”
“I have,” he said, his head slowly bobbing. “Have you?” I shook my head no, even though my mom had made me watch it a hundred times. I wanted to hear his take on it. Was the older man in the movie a hero or a pervert in his eyes.
“Tell me about it,” I said.
“It’s about an older man who becomes obsessed with the teenaged daughter of his landlady. When the mother dies, he takes charge of the girl and supposedly a sexual relationship blossoms, although they didn’t show that in the move. I guess it was a little too risqué for the times. Anyway, she uses him, then leaves him, and he slowly loses his mind. He kills a man he thinks is influencing the girl and dies in prison awaiting trial. Kind of sad.”
“Yeah,” I said with a sigh, “but kind of hot, too.”
He narrowed his eyes at me for a moment, then smiled. “Yeah, I guess it was.”
“How old are you?” I asked, though I already knew the answer from the obituary.
“Thirty-three.” He paused to let his eyes sweep over my body. “How old are you?”
“Old enough,” I said, teasing him with my eyes. I glanced down at my nipples. They were practically poking through my shirt.
“Seriously,” he said, hitching his chin at me. “How old are you?”
“Nineteen,” I said, arching my eyebrows. “I’ll be twenty next month.” I crossed my arms under my breasts and smiled down at them. “Why? Does it matter?”
“It doesn’t matter to me,” he said, pushing himself off the door. He hooked his thumbs in is belt buckle and glanced down at the front of his jeans. I could see his hard cock bulging against the tight material.
“Would you like to fuck me with your big cock, Ryder?” I asked, my hands sliding up to my breasts, my fingers teasing my hard nipples through the shirt. As he watched and licked his lips, I tugged the t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor, then slid the bikini bottoms down my legs.
“Yes,” he said, stepping toward me. “I want to fuck you right now.”