I’ve Always Been Yours: An Erotic Collection

I have always been in love with John Jacobs.

From the first day I saw him, standing by our front porch. His large hands were tucked into his pockets as he introduced himself to my mother.

My mother was all smiles, practically drooling herself at the sight of him, going to get him cookies. And she never gave anyone cookies, so you understand just how attractive this young man was now.

Tall and lean, he looked so nonchalant, dressed simply in shorts and a plaid button down. His chocolate brown eyes mesmerized me.

I heard only snippets of their conversation. In fact, I was barely listening. More like I was watching the way his lips formed words, and wondering how it would feel like to taste those lips.

I remember I was sitting by the stairs, legs wrapped around my pillow, fantasising about someone like him being my boyfriend.

I’d held onto the image of him for the rest of that day. Later, my mother told me he lived next door to us and just entered his second year at the Community College nearby, then.

That meant he was quite older than me. He’d never have my time of day as I was just seventeen and about to enter my final year of high school then.

I immediately gave up hope of him ever looking my way, although that didn’t diminish the crush I had on him even a tiny bit.

Now, I’ve turned eighteen and I’m all too ready for him to take my virginity.

I even tried hooking up with a few of the guys in my class once or twice to get John off my mind. I never went through with it, though. I always ended up thinking of him whenever anyone else kissed me.

I promised myself I’d muster up the courage to talk to him one day, and maybe even tell him of my massive crush. But so far I haven’t gotten any chance to.

It’s been almost a year since then, and I just got home from school this weekend. My parents are gone for the day, so I’m all alone at home, and I know he’s at his home as well because I heard rap music coming from his house earlier.

I’ve been watching his front door since, and he hasn’t left all day. I just have to meet him.

I take care of everything. I put on my favourite cropped tank top, the white one that’s extra tight and has a slit in the front, showing off my ample cleavage.

Next, I wear a short flayed skirt, so short that every time I take a step the ends fly up, revealing my thick thighs or my panties.

I spray my mother’s perfume, and decide to let my blonde hair fall down around my shoulders. I don’t put makeup, just a bit of lipgloss and eyeliner, opting for a more natural look.

I don’t wear a bra.

I head over to his door immediately I'm done getting dressed, not wanting to wait before I start overthinking it and decide not to go at all.

His small iron gate creaks loudly, making me wince, and all the courage that pushed me here seems to have vanished so suddenly. I almost turn back.

Then I notice him, standing by the window. He pushes the curtains away so he can have a better look at who’s entering.

It’s too late for me, I can’t back out now. I take a step forward, forcing my mouth into a smile. I feel like throwing up my breakfast.

I knock on his door, two small taps I’m not sure he’d have heard if he didn’t already see me outside.

He opens it, shirtless. I can’t help looking down. His tight shorts outline a bulge, and my eyes linger on it for half a second. I can’t help it.

I look up quickly, a blush creeping up my cheeks. “Hi!” I say, and he smiles at me. His teeth are beautiful, and his eyes seem so kind.

“You live next door, right?” He says, and I nod, feeling shy.

He continues, “Okay, what’s up?” Suddenly my mind is blank. Why did I come here again? What was I thinking?

I take a breath, and close my eyes then open them again.

“Sorry I know we’ve never spoken before, but I know you’ve met my parents.” He nods, his eyes lowering to my cleavage for a second.

I’m flustered, and I feel a surge of courage immediately. Maybe he’s attracted to me too!

“Yeah, so the water in my bathroom shower stopped flowing this morning. Could you help me out?” I’m clutching at straws here.

The water in my shower is still flowing, I don’t even know why I thought of that, honestly.

“Oh… okay,” he nods, stepping out onto his front porch to stand next to me. “I can help with that.”

“Yay!” I jump up and down, loving the way his eyes drop to my boobs as they bounce up and down. I pull him into a hug, excited. “Thank you sooo much.”

His chest feels heavenly, muscled and pressed up against my soft body for a few seconds. I pull away first.

“Alright, let’s go.” I start walking back to my house, fear filling me at what will happen when he eventually sees that the shower’s actually working.

I walk slowly, and he starts walking behind me. I’m filled with equal parts fear and excitement at this point, I don’t know whether to skip in glee or move as slowly as possible.

We get to my front door in a matter of minutes. I unlock the door and step in, an idea forming in my head as I enter.