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The summer I turned 18, my parents invited their friend’s son Michael to stay with us for a few weeks, while he attended a training course in the area. I believe he was about 25, with a mop of dark curly hair and the gold-green eyes of a panther. He moved like a panther too; powerfully, intentionally, with no wasted movements and a languid sensuality that was overflowing with animal magnetism. I’d never seen anything like him. He was friendly in a reserved way and a good house guest, but he didn't talk much and this only served to increase the air of mystery around him. I had a huge crush on Michael and watched him with fascination as much I could without seeming to stare.

I also had a boyfriend (if you could really call it that) who lived next door, named Scott. He and I fumbled at each other’s clothing behind the open door of his bedroom whenever we got the chance. I liked him enough, but the attraction between us was mostly a product of teenage hormones. His parents had a strict “doors open with female guests” policy and so all of our kissing and groping took place standing up behind his door, out of sight from their prying eyes. We hadn’t gotten too far.

One or both of his parents were always home, it seemed and so were mine. I don’t know why we didn’t think to go into the woods behind our houses or something, but maybe neither of us liked the idea of dirt or bugs. Plus, there was no good way to sneak a blanket out. I’d gotten frustrated enough to go to the Adult Novelty store with my best friend to acquire a vibrator, and I used that to ease my highly aroused but otherwise frustrated pussy whenever I got home from Scott’s house. It was the best thing I’d ever experienced in my life, not just the orgasm itself, but the feeling of every sense being heightened and brought to a pleasurable crescendo. It was like my body was a musical instrument and I loved to play it until all of it sang with pleasure.

Three weeks into Michael’s four-week stay, my parents announced that they’d been invited to a golf resort and would be gone for the weekend. I had zero interest in golf and so had every good reason to stay home and sneak Scott into my bedroom. When I told him so, he was excited, but also concerned.

“What about Michael?” he asked. “Won’t he tell your parents? And even if he doesn’t, won’t it be weird with him there?”

He did have a point, but on Saturday morning our dilemma was solved. Scott called me to tell me that his parents were also going to some social event and would be out of the house all afternoon. We could both hardly believe it! We decided that I would tell Michael, who usually hung around our pool on the weekends, that I was going to Scott’s to swim and that would be the end of it.

I saw Scott’s parents’ car pull out of the driveway at one o’clock and went over to the door to slip on my wedge sandals. I was wearing a bikini with a short skater skirt over it as cover-up. As I started to slip on my shoes, Michael came in from the pool deck and looked at me with an intensity that I usually only saw from him in unguarded moments.

“Where are you headed?” he asked casually.

“Oh, nowhere,” I replied, attempting nonchalance, as I continued to slip the straps of my sandals on.

“Well, clearly you are going somewhere,” he replied, “because otherwise you wouldn’t be putting your shoes on.”

I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but something in the way he said it conveyed more than a passing interest.

“I’m just going next door,” I said.

“To see Scott?” he queried.

“Yeah, we’re just going to hang out by the pool,” I tried to say it very casually, but even though I was dressed in a bikini, I had the feeling he knew that wasn’t entirely the truth.