Alison's quick exit

"Oh, my God! It's late!" Alison exclaimed in mid-lick. Her eyes were on the clock over the door to the kitchen. "My dad will kill me and probably you if he finds out I'm over here with you. He'll be home any minute! I gotta get outta here!" She leaped up and pulled her clothes on. I just watched as her body jiggled and danced before me as she dressed. In record time, she was presentable.

The sassy neighbor girl kissed me passionately on the lips, probing quickly with her tongue. I could taste my saltiness in her mouth. In a minute, she broke the kiss. "Thanks for playing with me, Mr. Carter. I'll be back later tonight for more fun, say eight?" She squeezed my cock before she slipped out the door, knowing my response.

She didn't even take her toys with her. My mind swam in the images of what might be coming. I zipped up and got a paper towels from the kitchen to clean up the floor.

It was almost dinner time, so I made frozen pizza. I was starving from the sexual activities of the day. I grabbed a beer from the fridge as well. I devoured a bag of chips with the beer while I waited for the oven to preheat. I kept replaying Alison's escapades and remembering her lovely body parts -- her pert tits, her round ass, her delicious landing strip accenting her shaved slit. I put the slab of pizza in the oven and headed to the bathroom.

My cock was still stiff with the fantasies running through my head. I pulled my pants down and took some hand lotion, smearing it all over my shaft. I jerked off to daydreams of Alison's tight pussy around my meat. I imagined she screamed loud and long when we climaxed together. I cleaned up my hands and cock with toilet paper, before flushing the lot down.

I got back to the kitchen just in time to take the pizza out. I ate most of the pizza with another beer in front of the television. Then I picked up the living room and bedroom.