SS1: 18th Birthday

[Victoria Sterling's Side Story]

I don't really talk to people outside my work.

It's not that I can't, it's just that I don't want to.

There's no need because the only thing that matters in my life is success. Every day, I strive to take another step up that ladder.

I have instilled this philosophy in both of my children, Alexander and William; they don't know because I never say it but I'm proud of them for all the success they've brought to themselves and myself.

We, including my husband all share this home in the middle of the city but I have a separate house that I occasionally frequent as my sanctum.

My husband and I are still married but the two of us haven't shared a bed since we created Alexander.

It's difficult to understand for some but the two of us live our own lives, not interfering with each other, and it is strictly business between us.

My neighbors at this small home I live in, I don't really care for them.

They aren't loud nor are they as quiet as a mouse. Occasionally, I hear them when they're hanging out in their backyard but as long as I head upstairs and close the window, it's peace and quiet again.

Their son just turned 18 last week which I only knew because they threw this large party for him.

"Don't throw any parties."

"Yes, Mother."

"Don't do any drugs... unless I'm invited."

"David!"

"Hahaha. Just kidding. Just kidding. Don't do any drugs or anything stupid while we're gone, okay?"

"Yes yes. I understand."

"Good. Alright. We'll see you in a week."

I was outside sunbathing at my pool so I could hear the conversation occurring just outside their house.

I could hear the car left and soon after, the gate to the backyard opened, and the footsteps of the son got louder.

The footsteps were at a normal pace at first but as it approached where I was, it slowed down until it came to a complete stop.

Tilting my head, I looked over at the fence that the two houses shared and I saw him staring at me. As soon as he saw my head turned, he looked away and began acting as if he hadn't just got caught.

"Hey," I said as I took off my sunglasses.

"H-hey," he said, clearing his throat.

"It's a little late but happy belated birthday."

His face lit up as if he didn't expect me to be aware.

"Thank you. How did you...never mind, that's a dumb question. Sorry if we were loud last week," he apologized.

"It's alright. I could barely hear in my room."

He tried to keep respectful eye contact but I could see him taking quick glances at my tits. They were on the larger side at 34dd so it was understandable why he was so interested in them.

"So you'll be home alone for the next week?" I asked.

"Yes ma'am."

"No friends you plan on bringing over?" I asked.

"No no. My social battery has been drained since my birthday party."

"What about a girlfriend? Plan on bringing her home? You have the whole house to yourself."

"Haha. I... I'm single at the moment. I just broke up with my girlfriend of three years two months ago."

There was a moment of silence between us two. I watched as he gulped, his eyes taking in my appearance as if trying to glue it into his memories, and a few beads of sweat dripped down his face.

"It's a little hot today. Would you like to come inside for a glass of lemonade?" I asked him as I got up from my sunbathing chair and wrapped a white robe around me.

"W-whaat? O-oh, yes. Yes, please," he responded nervously. "Ho-how should I get there? Through the front door or the gate?"

"The gate but if you can't wait to drink, you can leap over the fence if you'd like," I suggested.

Without hesitation, he placed a palm on the sharp point of the fence and used it to elevate his body into the air. When he landed back down on the ground, he was over to my side of the fence.

I'd never had a good look at him before but now that I was seeing it, I was quite impressed. He was at least 6'3" and had a slim but fit body.

He walked over to me and like a puppy, he nervously followed me.

"I'm David by the way," he properly introduced himself to me.

"I'm Victoria."

I slid open the glass patio door and we immediately stepped into the dining room. I pointed him to the couch and said, "You can take a seat there. Let me go grab some lemonade from the fridge."

As if he was afraid to stumble into anything and make a mistake, he carefully made his way to the couch and slowly sat down.

When I opened the fridge, I saw in the reflection of the metal that he was staring at me.

When I leaned forward, perking my butt into the air, his head leaned in, his gaze becoming even deeper.

'Cute.'

I took the jar of lemonade out of the fridge and poured the two of us a glass each.

"Here you go."

"Thank you," he said as he took the glass from me. He took a small sip as if he was trying to savor the moment. I guess in his mind, he thought that if he finished the lemonade too soon then he would have to leave earlier. "Delicious."

"Thank you. Squeezed and made it myself," I said as I drank my entire glass in one go.

I placed the glass down on the counter and watched David pretend to keep a straight face but I was experienced enough to know just how nervous he was.

"So... it was your 18th birthday last week. I guess that makes you an adult now."

"Yep. But it doesn't really feel any different."

"Haha. Of course, it won't. Not yet. Hmm... David?"

"Yes?"

"Would you like a late birthday gift from me?" I asked.

He was a little hesitant at first but eventually, he responded, "Yes, please."

"This is a special gift that only adult men can get to experience," I said as I took the lemonade from his hand. I placed it down next to my empty glass.

He looked confused by what I said but when I placed my palm on his chest, he got the idea.

Softly, I pushed him and he fell back down to the couch.

It didn't take more than a second for the bulge in his pants to grow.

'Decent size,' I thought to myself. It wasn't the biggest I've ever seen but it was long and girthy enough to satisfy most women.

Taking off my robe, I exposed the black bikini that I was wearing. He'd already seen it when I was at the pool but the fact that I was showing it to him in a different context had his bulge pulsating like a heart.

My bikini was nothing overtly sexy and was something that could be found at any beach.

But that didn't matter for an 18-year-old whose eyes were starting to turn feral. It was hot enough for him.

"It must be hard for it to breathe in there. You can let it out," I told him in a half-whisper. 

Due to how nervous he was, he messed up a few times but was finally able to unbutton his pants and pull down his zipper. He reached in between the whole of his drawers and pulled out his hardened penis that pointed up to the ceiling as soon as it was freed.

'Bigger than I thought it would.'

"From now on, you can stroke it but... you can't touch me unless I say so. If you do anything I didn't tell you you could do, we stop everything and you go home. Understand?" I asked.

He nodded his head immediately and quickly.

Without hesitation, he grabbed his cock with one hand and began stroking it. His pre-cum had lubricated his shaft so there wasn't much friction.

I sat down on the chair across from him and pulled on the strings of the top, catching it before it could drop to the floor.

"Want to see?"

He gulped. "...Yes, ma'am."

I let the top drop. My breasts and nipples were completely exposed for him to see.

He started stroking even harder and his body had completely leaned forward on the couch. His mouth was open and he was breathing through it.

I grabbed my nipples and playfully rubbed them, pinched them, letting out a soft moan, "Uhn."

David had left the couch and he was down on his knees, a foot closer than he was before. 

I was starting to dribble a few aroused liquids. Dropping my right arm down in between my legs, I began rubbing my pussy through the panties. 

"Ahn," I moaned a little louder.

David looked like he wanted to see more so I granted him his wish.

Pulling the strings on my bottom piece, I allowed it to drop to the floor as well but kept my legs closed to hide my pussy from him.

"Want to see this too?" I asked him.

"Yes..." he gulped, "...yes, please."

"Beg me then I'll think about."

He dropped his head down to the ground and said, "Please let me see your pussy."

"Okay."

His head immediately lifted up and he watched intentively as I spread open my legs and exposed my trimmed and shaved pussy to him. He and my pussy were staring directly at each other

He crawled a little closer while still stroking his cock.

I slid a finger inside me and began to slowly rub against my vaginal walls. "Uhn... mmm."

Crawling even closer, he was practically a foot away from me. I pulled the finger out and placed it in front of his mouth.

"Do you want to lick it?" I asked.

He nodded and I pressed the finger against his lips. He opened his mouth and immediately began licking and sucking on my finger. His tongue swirled around it as if it was candy.

"Come closer," I said as I pulled my finger out of his mouth. 

He did as I requested and his face was mere inches away from my pussy, his eyes having a staring contest with my hole.

Feeling turned on by his gaze, a little more liquid dribbled out of me.

I began playing with my clit, slowly rubbing it, while teasing my tight hole with two fingers.

The sound of him stroking his cock got even faster and louder. I could even hear him smelling the feminine scent that was in front of him.

"Are you about to come?" I asked him.

He nodded but didn't slow down his pace.

"Keep going. Keep stroking that girthy penis of yours until you come. Come for me. Come while I'm fingering my pussy for you," I said, giving him dirty talk.

I guess it did the job because he groaned loudly and released a load onto the floor.  A little splashed on my feet and ankles.

He had just climaxed but still continued to stroke it, trying to squeeze out every last drop he could.

I also didn't slow down, feeling extremely aroused and satisfied by what I had managed to make another person do without even allowing them to go to the next step.

I rubbed my clit a little harder and moved my fingers quicker, pressing against my G-spot over and over.

"I'm about to come too. I'm going to come all over you. I'm going to cover you in my juices David. Do you want that?"

"Yes."

"Do you really want that?" I asked, a little louder.

"Yes, please!"

"Beg me!"

"Please Victoria, splash me with your juices!" he said without hesitation. 

Quickly, I did as he asked and I began to climax. I continued rubbing which only further increased the speed and size of the projectile I was shooting at him.

He had his mouth open, drinking whatever was entering his mouth and his face was getting drenched in my juices.

He was smiling even though I was degrading him.

The juices began to slow down until I had shot it all out. I was breathing heavily as I watched David close his mouth and swallow all that was in there.

He stuck his tongue out to show that there was nothing left in there.

Normally, any man I was with would only get one day with me but for some reason, I thought to myself that I wanted to see this boy again.

I handed him a note as he was cleaning the floor with a wet towel I gave him.

"Keep that," I said, winking.

It was my number.

"Call me tomorrow at 9 PM. I'll let you know if I'm home."

"...And if you are?"

"Come over again for the rest of your birthday gift."

"...Yes, ma'am," he said with a smile.