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There wasn't much in Merike's life that she looked forward to.
That was until a sweet little package named Damaris delivered itself to her door, introducing herself as her new neighbor.
She was young, that much was apparent in her pretty face. Merike didn’t think her taste ran that low, but while Damaris may have been (legally) a child, she had the body a porn star would be jealous of, and that was without Merike even getting the opportunity to see her whole figure, just the outline of her massive tits. One eye was mostly covered by a section of her honey-blonde hair, giving off the impression that she was trying to hide herself from the world, but her doe, green eyes were hard to miss.
Before Merike could even respond to her quiet introduction, she had run away, leaving Merike very sexually frustrated and at a loss of words for the first time. Lust at first sight was certainly new to her, and it was driving her crazy. No amount of sleazy porn videos and masturbation sessions could calm her down, and even thinking of calling up past fuck buddies seemed troublesome and unstimulating compared to her other option—that was, raping the cause of her issues.
There was an obvious reason why Merike shouldn’t try to fuck her new fifteen-year-old neighbor though. In the law’s eyes, she was off-limits, even if her slutty body was saying that she was ready for at least three babies. Who told her to show up on her doorstep, introducing herself like the good little girl she was? If she had just decided to do the normal thing and not engage with her, then Merike would not have to be dealing with these immoral thoughts, but of course she had to make her existence known.
The consequences were clear if she decided to follow through with her cock: straight to jail she went, and after that, the sex offender’s registry—good luck finding a job after that. It wasn’t like she was at a low point of her life either, making it all the harder for her to simply forgo everything and follow her instincts. She had a stable job, owned her own home, and had a good inheritance to boot. Losing everything because she wanted to pursue jailbait was foolish, something Merike was not.
However, she really wanted that pretty girl's mouth and cunt around her dick.
It had been a week since she had last seen the girl, and with her work schedule, she doubted she would have any luck during the weekdays. She thought it would be a while ‘till she caught another glimpse of Damaris, but by some god’s grace that Saturday, she happened to be leaving around the same time as Merike that day.
They were direct neighbors, so it wasn’t hard to call out to the other, with such a small divide between them. It was an impulsive choice, but a choice Merike made regardless.
“Good afternoon,” Merike greeted, smiling as if she hadn’t been beating herself off every night, thinking of this very off-limits girl in all sorts of compromising positions.
Damaris flinched, looking like a deer caught in headlights with those wide eyes of hers. She forced a smile on her face that looked more like a grimace and quietly mumbled the greeting back.
“Damaris, was it?” Merike continued smoothly, walking over to approach. There was a grocery bag slung over Damaris’s shoulders. “Are you going shopping?”
Damaris only responded with a faint “Yes.”
Damaris really was as socially inept as she imagined. Whereas that trait would have been annoying in anyone else, Merike thought it was rather endearing at the moment.
Blowing past that response, Merike asked, “Would you like to go together? I can give you a ride.”
“Oh, it’s really okay.” Damaris waved her hands in front of her, her discomfort clear as day. She really didn’t want to go with her. “I shouldn’t bother you like that, Miss.”
“Please, it’s no problem at all. I insist. I was about to go shopping too, you see. Don’t worry, I don’t bite.”
She wanted to though. Damaris was dressed in a grey hoodie, but it didn't hide the size of her breasts, which would look wonderful covered in her marks. They were at least Es with how much the fabric hung over her chest, and Merike had been fantasizing what the rest of her body looked like, with all the baggy clothing she seemed to like wearing. The pants area around her crotch was getting tighter the more Damaris hesitated. Merike shifted her legs to hide her growing erection.
“Okay… Thank you for letting me join you, Miss.” Damaris looked up at her, and Merike nearly pinned her down, right at her front door. Merike wondered what her name would sound like out of her little mouth, but Merike wanted to know how her watery eyes would look as she was crying from pain even more. Maybe she should just rape her right now.
She took a deep breath out. She needed to calm down. She was a responsible adult, not some horny, reckless animal. There was also a more pressing issue at hand. Her eyes drifted to Damaris’s front door.
“Do you want to tell your parents you’re with me?”
Damaris flinched. Merike took note of that. “Oh, uh, it’s fine, my father doesn’t need to know that. He’s usually gone for a while, so I handle everything myself.”
No mention of a mother, and a possibly neglectful father.
Merike smiled. “How mature of you.”
Damaris blushed, the redness creeping up obviously on her fair skin.
“Uh, t-thank you?”
Was it “cuteness aggression” she was feeling right now? Merike just wanted to squeeze her tiny face so hard it would leave red marks on her cheeks.
Damaris chose to sit in the backseat, probably because she felt more comfortable being farther away. The drive to the grocery market Merike frequented wasn’t too long, only ten minutes, which was the perfect window of time to make small talk.
“When do you start school? I remember you saying you were going to ninth grade this year, right?”
Through the rear-view window, Merike could see the girl playing around with her fingers, nervously fiddling them around. "In two weeks.”
"Oh? How exciting.” She backed out of the driveway. “Are you nervous?"
"Yes… I hope I can make friends..." The words seemed to have escaped her mind unwillingly, as Damaris quickly clasped her mouth and turned red. "Oh, uh..."
Gods, Damaris was practically asking for her to ravage her. If Merike wasn’t behind the wheel… Let’s just say her windows were tinted black for a reason. Merike exhaled slowly, getting her bearings straight, despite her arousal being at an all-time high. Her persistent boner was painful at this point. She was definitely going to jack off at the next available bathroom.
Let’s see, Damaris just blurted out her loneliness, did she not? The best response to that was easy. "I’m sure you’ll make a friend. Are you nervous because you’re new?”
“Oh, uh, it’s also because I’ve been homeschooled all this time,” Damaris said sheepishly.
That made a lot of sense.
It was too soon to pry about her home life, but all the bits of information she was gleaning seemed to be pointing to Damaris’s overall naivety. Normal girls her age were still ignorant about a lot, but Damaris must have been doubly so, seeing how unused to people she was. She didn’t think she was this much of a degenerate, but the thought of corrupting Damaris’s innocence and childhood… She could come from the thought alone.
“Don’t worry about that too much. How about I become your first friend?” Merike smiled up, making eye-contact with one of Damaris’s eyes through the mirror, as if she wasn’t thinking about ruining her body and heart.
“Oh! Umm…” Merike thought it was unfortunate that she had to look away to focus on the road. Nothing could make her not pay attention to Damaris’s words though. In that hushed, sweet voice of hers, she whispered, “I would like that.”
Merike wanted to cream.
Merike excused herself to the bathroom when they finally arrived at the grocer’s.
Truth be told, Merike didn't know what she was going to do. She had already taken a risk by interacting with Damaris again, but trying to establish a relationship was basically setting herself up to rape the girl. The safest thing she could do was to only use Damaris as masturbation material, but that didn't feel like enough. She shouldn’t pursue anything.
Yet, she wanted to.
Her hand unzipped her pants the minute she was in a stall, springing out her massive cock. Her dick had been hard all this time, begging to be inserted in Damaris’s underaged pussy. Her hand pumped up and down, and she closed her eyes as she kept the girl's image in her thoughts.
She would look so pretty crying on her cock—she just seemed like a big crier. What would her moans sound like? How would her cunt feel?
Merike stifled a groan. Gods, she wanted to fuck her already.
Damaris pretty much already consented to their relationship, no? Granted, it was as a friend, but there were many ways an adult like her could be “friends” with Damaris. Damaris could only blame herself, really, for being so naive.
When Merike came, it was unremarkable. She didn’t want to cum into the toilet of a public restroom, she wanted to cum inside the warm pussy of the teenaged girl shopping right now. She sat on the toilet, sighing as she thought about how she was going to be tempted for the rest of their time together.
To rape, or not to rape, that was the question.
The answer seemed pretty clear.