"⚠️ Mature themes and age-gap romance. 18+ only."

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Chapter 3

Inside Thomas's house, he sat on the edge of his bed, the glow of his desk lamp casting long shadows across his room. His gaze suddenly drifted towards his open window—he froze.

He saw from his room that, across the narrow space between the buildings, Evelyn’s window stood wide open. The pale curtains fluttered softly in the evening breeze and beyond them, the edge of her bed came into view.

He knew he shouldn’t be looking. But the sight unfolding before him—a forbidden, delicate glimpse into her private world—seized him with a force he could neither fight nor flee.

Thomas stood up silently, moving close to his window to get better look, his breath hitched, his eyes locked onto the scene unfolding across the way.

Evelyn lay sprawled on her bed, the soft light spilling across her form, casting a warm glow on her. A small towel, loosely draped around her sensual body, barely clung to her curves, leaving more exposed than it covered.

Her long legs, pale and smooth, stretched temptingly across the rumpled sheets. Her hips arched gently as she shifted her weight, her bare thighs flushed with warmth. The curve of her waist drew his gaze again and again, rising and falling with every slow breath she took.

Her head tilted slightly to one side, eyes closed in languorous pleasure. Her lips parted just enough to catch the air, as if sighing to some silent melody only she could hear.

Her hand moved with a deliberate slowness that spoke of self-indulgence. Her fingers traced slowly, deliberately, across her bare thigh, gliding over skin as soft as petals. The pads of her fingers pressed lightly, causing her muscles to quiver, shiver, respond.

It was a movement that was both innocent and provocative —an intimate dance of self-discovery that was meant for her eyes only.

Thomas felt a sudden rush of heat, a sensation that was both uncomfortable and exhilarating. He knew he should look away, that he was invading her privacy, but he couldn't. He was frozen, his body responding to the sight before him in a way he hadn't felt in years. His breath came in short gasps, his heart pounding in his ears.

His eyes drank in every movement, tracing her curves again and again, unable to look away despite the flood of guilt that rose to meet him. His cock twitched against his own trousers, straining toward freedom. He was caught in a web of his own making, a web of desire and guilt.

He watched as her hand moved higher, tracing the curve of her hip, the soft swell of her stomach. She was so close to the window, so exposed, yet she seemed oblivious to his presence. He felt a sudden pang of guilt, but it was quickly overridden by the raw, primal desire that was coursing through his veins.

Her hand moved again, this time cupping her breast, fingers spreading across the soft curve, her thumb brushing against her nipple until it pebbled into a hard, eager peak. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his body aching with a need.

 The sight before him was overwhelming—her innocence bleeding into raw seduction with every deliberate motion. He was drawn to her, to the sight of her, like a moth to a flame.

He watched as she moved her hand lower, her fingers tracing the edge of her towel. She was so close to the edge, so close to revealing herself completely.

Her fingers paused there, resting against the fabric’s soaked folds.

She stood up, her hand moving to the knot of her towel. She untied it slowly, all her movement making his cock so hard that it was about to burst out of his pant. The towel fell to the floor, leaving her completely exposed.

Thomas gasped.

Her skin gleamed like polished marble, the sheen of sweat tracing damp rivers along her thighs, hips, and stomach. Her pale flesh glowed with warmth, every curve bathed in soft light, every muscle subtly flexing with need. The sight of her hardened nipple on her perky boobs made his cock twitch under his pants.

She laid on bed again. Her long legs stretched out, thighs parted just enough to reveal the darkened petals of her wet folds glistening in the light.

Her finger came with the contact with her pussy. Her hips quivered instinctively, grinding against the sheet beneath her.

Her breath caught, lips parted, eyes closed as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

Evelyn's body was a silhouette against the soft light of her room, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she moved her hand between her legs.

He reached down instinctively, his hand finding the bulge in his pants. He could feel the heat of his desire, the hard length of his erection. He stroked himself through the fabric, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

He could still see her, the way her body had moved.

He tugged at his waistband, undressing in a panic, the buttons fumbling beneath his fingers. His trousers fell open hastily, the stiff length of his cock springing free with urgent force, hard and heavy, swollen tip already glistening with precum.

He reached down, his hand wrapping around his own cock, the sensation of his own skin sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving Evelyn's figure.

His cock throbbed in his hand, the scene of her fingers sliding into her wet pussy driving him wild. He could imagine the feel of her skin, soft and smooth, the way her body would feel against his.

Her hand moved faster now—as her fingers slid between her legs, her thighs arching toward the touch. Her breathing hitched, shallow and soft. Her lips parted, teeth grazing her lower lip as she bit down lightly.

He could see the way her body responded to her touch, the way her nipples hardened, the way her breath came in short gasps.

His hand mirrored hers, stroking furiously, skin slick with sweat and precum, eyes never leaving the forbidden scene.He watched as she moved two fingers in and out of her pussy, her hips moving in rhythm with her hand.

He could see the glistening wetness of her arousal in the moonlight. He could imagine her hands wrapped around his cock, her slender fingers stroking him, her lips wrapped around his swollen head.

His mind spun with fantasies, each more vivid than the last.

Evelyn’s breath hitched, her body tense with anticipation as she neared her climax. Her thighs trembled with need as her fingers worked her aching core, coaxing waves of pleasure from deep within. Her back arched off the bed, a silent cry on her lips.

His hand sped up, fingers sliding furiously along his own shaft, desperate to match the rhythm of hers, his eyes fixed on every twitch of muscle, every gasp, every shudder of her pleasure.

The scene consumed him.

He stroked harder, faster—his hips rising, plunging against his own hand, his entire body convulsing with raw need.

The pressure built, a tight, coiling heat in his lower abdomen, threatening to break. He was close, so close, his gaze locked on the frantic motion of her hand, on the way her body bowed in ecstasy.

As she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm, Thomas felt his own release. His cock throbbed in his hand, the sensation of his orgasm washing over him.

His hips jerked forward, and with a powerful, pulsing release, hot streaks of cum shot from his cock. The first burst landed on the windowsill with a wet slap, the subsequent ones following, painting the dark wood and the wall below with the evidence of his transgression.

He rode the waves of his orgasm, his body shuddering, his hand still working his sensitive flesh until he was spent, collapsing back against the wall, breathless and slick with sweat.

He watched as she collapsed onto her bed, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her pleasure. His head lowered to the floor with lingering thoughts.

He knew he should feel ashamed, should feel guilt for what he had just done with the girl who he had literally watched grow, but all he felt was a sense of satisfaction. He had been drawn into her game, had been seduced by her innocence and her mischief.

He looked out his window, his gaze drifting back to her room. She was still there, her body sprawled across her bed, her breath coming in soft gasps.

He promised to himself that it would be last time, but he don’t know what’s coming to him.

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