Red

It was hot outside and the sun was shining bright. I was home alone. My parents are on a holiday. I decided to relax in the garden and hopefully tan a little. I sat down in one of the chairs in our garden as I pulled up my shirt and lifted my shorts.
It didn't took long untill I fell asleep. The sun was warming up my body. I felt my skin burn a little.

I heard someone coming into the garden. It must be my neighbour again. Complaining about the music or something. I opened up my eyes. It wasn't my neigbour... it was his son. He stood infront of me. Wearing a tanktop with guns and roses on it. Also wearing faded pink shorts.

"Hi?"
"Hey."
"Michael... What are you doing here?"
"My dad sended me, because he saw you laying in the sun... uhm like this."
"What?"
"He didn't wanted to be rude, so he sended me... to complain about your loud music."
"Okay..."
"But I kinda like your music, so I don't mind it when it's loud... he just hates music."
"Yeah I know."
"You're home alone, right?"
"Yes."

He walked into my house. He seemed a little uncomfortable talking to me. But walking into my house... My house! Didn't give him feel any kind of shame.

"Michael!" I shouted. Walking behind him into my house. He leaned against the diner table.
"My dad is leaving in a few minutes."
"So?"

Michael came closer to. Looking into my eyes. His lips looked so kissable. He smirked when I bit my lip.
He pulled me closer by my hips. He went straight for the butt grab.
His lips felt so soft on mine. I deepend the kiss by grabbing his face. Michael hands gently squeezed my butt.
"That was easy." He said, stopping the kiss.
"What the fuck, Michael."
"You're so easy."

I tried to get away. But he held me tight against his body. His warm and sweaty body.

"I don't even have to do much work to get you out of your clothes." He pulled down my shorts.
"Your already in your underwear, honey you're so easy." He said lifting up my chin to kiss me again. He held me tight against him.
"Michael, what are you doing?" I asked. Knowing what he was doing. But it was weird. I didn't even said that much to him when he came into my garden. Now he's in my house. Stripping me down for his own plesure. But I did make it easy. I am already in my bra and my shorts were open.

"Don't be stupid." Michael said while making my bra open.
"You look great." He leaned his upper body back looking at my boobs. I covered them with my hands.
"Don't be shy."
"Michael you don't even know my name."
"How do you know mine?"
"Because you aren't your dads favourite."

He stand up from the table. Pulling up his shirt.
"You're the annoying rebel from nextdoor." He said lifting me up over his schoulder.
"Get me down idiot." He got me down on the couch.
"The couch looks better with you on it."
I sat down covering my almost naked body.
"You look so innocent right now."
His dirty talk got me silent. I had no idea what to say.
He got above me. Holding me down with his strong hands.
"You're beautiful."

He held my hands above my head. He started to kiss my neck, leaving love bites. He knew my weakness. He slowly got down to my boobs.
"Uh M-Michael."

"MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD!" A deep man voice shouted.
"DAD?!" He shouted back. Getting roughly off me. I covered up my body again.
"I KNEW YOU WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO DO WHAT I SAID!" He grabbed Michael by his shoulder pushing him out of the house.
"AND YOU YOUNG LADY!" He pointed his finger at me.
They both walked out of the house. Michael without any clothes but his underwear and his dad full of anger.