NEIGHBOURHOOD THREESOME (1)

Summary:
Emma, a nineteen-year-old virgin. She’s new in town and exploring the neighborhood. Then she meets a man who invites her into his home.
Adam, late thirties. He asks Emma inside and soon he makes a move on her. After a while, his housemate comes back and finds them at it. He sits back to enjoy the show, but after a while, he joins in as well.
TAGS: Threesome, spit roast, oral, jerk off, fingering, titty sucking, pussy licking, blow jobs.

CHAPTER 1
It had only been two months since Emma had left home to go to college but she felt as though she had experienced a lifetime of changes in just that short period of time.

 She sometimes wondered what it would be like when she went home for the first time. She wondered what her friends back home would think about the changes that had taken place in her and whether her parents would even notice - and if they would approve.

This was the problem that had preyed on her mind for some time. Her parents were quite strict and she didn't think that they would be on board with the changes that had taken place within her - with the person who she had changed into in that time.

She had already considered the possibility of hiding who she had changed into when she was around them. There was a part of her that wasn't sure if that would work.

There was also a part of her that was somewhat scared that if she tried to hide who she had become then it might be hard to rediscover it again. She didn't want to put a cork back on the bottle - she wanted herself to be freed.

Sometimes she looked back on those teenage years back in her hometown and she felt as though she had wasted her time there. But then she would tell herself that she was still only nineteen years old and she still had plenty of time left to live her life and to be who she wanted to be.

She was still young, that was what she told herself, and the whole world lay ahead for her.

Back home she had often looked at other girls her own age and wondered what their secret was - how it was that they seemed to be so comfortable and at ease with the attention that they got from the guys that they met.

It was something that she had never really felt altogether comfortable with. She had wondered how they did it and she had never been able to really feel comfortable around them.

It wasn’t that she didn’t get attention - far from it. She was a beautiful young woman, after all. She was somewhat short compared to some of her friends, but guys seemed to like that, calling her “cute.”

It wasn't just her height that drew them to make that observation. She had a pretty face with delicate features - high cheekbones, a small, button nose, dimples, full, heart-shaped lips, and big, blue eyes with long lashes.

She was completely unaware of the effect that it had on guys when her lashes would flutter at them. Perhaps if she had been more confident she would have been able to take advantage of that.
She had shoulder-length black hair which contrasted with her light skin.

She had also been blessed with the winning combination of a slim build with good curves - a nice, rounded ass and good-sized, firm, breasts.

 She liked wearing cute dresses just because she thought she looked good and they were light and comfortable. She didn’t realize that they gave her a look of innocence that guys also found themselves drawn to. They used words like “adorable” when they described her.

At the time, they had been right that she was, in many ways, innocent. She had gone away to college having very little experience with boys. She had been very keen - desperate, almost - for more experience, but it just didn’t seem to happen for her.

Part of it was down to her strict parents who closely monitored where she went when she was socializing. This was something that she had hoped to rectify when she finally got to college.

The other thing that had held her back was harder to quantify and harder to address because, in truth, it was something that only existed in her head.

The truth was that because she had been somewhat sheltered when she had been growing up, it meant that she felt shy, awkward, and self-conscious in social situations when a guy would try to talk to her.

It had been frustrating, but it had been something that she had been determined to rectify when she finally got away to college.

She told herself that she would have the freedom then to reinvent herself and be who she really wanted to be.
It had been hard at first - breaking out of those behavior patterns that she felt had held her back this long.

A big breakthrough happened to her one night when she found herself at a party. She had hung around the edge of the party, not sure how to integrate, to socialize.

That was when she met Brad. He was a good-looking, charming, guy. He lived at the house where the party was taking place.

They chatted for a while and then he asked her if she would like a tour of the place. The way that he had said it, the way that he had looked at her, had let her know that he had more in mind than just a tour.

She felt nervous but she managed to suppress the part of her that wanted to say no and stay right where she was. She told herself that, as scary as this was, this was the first step in getting her to where she wanted to be.

"Sure," she said and followed him as he left the room. She noticed other partygoers watching them go and she did her best not to blush. They all knew what was going on.

As soon as they were out of the main room, he took her by the hand and led her upstairs.

Her whole body felt as though it was tingling with expectation. His touch was enough to get her excited.
He wasn’t taking her for a tour. Instead, he took her straight to his room.

As soon as they were inside, he began to kiss her. She had expected more of a preamble, but there was none. He went straight for it before she even really knew what was happening. Her eyes widened, but then it was happening and it felt so, so, good.

 He led her over to his bed. She lay back on it and he climbed on there as well.

Then he was kissing her again, his hands on her body. She felt one of his hands on her stomach. It took her a moment to realize that it had gone beneath her top and was resting on her skin.

Things were moving fast...too fast. She wasn’t sure what to do about it or how to feel about it.

But when his hand had moved up to one of her breasts, when she had felt him take hold of it through her bra, she had panicked.

She sat up.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I’m sorry. It’s just...it’s all going a bit fast for me. Do you mind if we slow down a bit?”

“Sure,” he said, and she had been so grateful that he had seemed to be so understanding.

But then, soon enough, he tried again. She had felt his body against hers, felt his leg against hers, and felt a hardness pushing against her, and she had panicked again.