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The Girl Next Door (NCD & SailingSam)

Non-Con Desires

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May 10, 2014
Portland, Maine, was a beautiful town with a rich history. One of the first towns to be constructed back during the creation of the thirteen colonies, the city could trace its roots back all of the founding of the Americas. The 'Old Port' district of the city even contained some of the old stone buildings that were once used as markets for the city's number one commodity - fresh fish and seafood. While much has changed over the years, this has not. Even to this day, you can travel to the Old Port and buy fresh fish and lobster straight off of the ships as they come in to offload their catches. The Old Port was only one of the town's many charms, however...

Over the years, just as America grew, so too did Portland until it was the largest and most culturally diverse city in the state. Business in the Old Port only got stronger as restaurants moved into the old stone buildings that once made up the busy marketplace; offering the freshest seafood that you can get all along the Eastern coast of the United States. You could even select your own lobster right out of the live tank to be boiled before your eyes in many places! Couple this with the performers that often lined the city streets in the later hours of the evening and the bands that often set up stage on the piers when the ships were not docked, and the old Port had become quite the tourist attraction for the busy city.

Beyond the Old Port, the city was dotted with respectable businesses. Pizza places, outlet stores, banks and credit unions, music and media stores, burger joints, bakeries; if you were looking for it then you could find it somewhere in Portland. Even the business districts of Portland were not without the odd street performer or two; usually just college kids with guitar and their hopeful dreams of striking it big.

Oh, the college, yes! If Portland wasn't a tourist town then it was a college town! Housing one of the most reputable local colleges in the country, it was not uncommon for people to come from several states away to attend college there. The best part? The college was the centerpiece of the city. No matter where the college students wanted to go, they were just a short bus ride away. This made the dormitory a desirable place to live for the college students and often resulted in cramped living spaces.

It was this reason that Grant Savage had elected to not live there when he came to the city for school six years ago. Instead, he had made good use of mommy and daddy's money to secure a small, but nice house in Portland's rural outskirts. Though it wasn't the ritzy three-floor pseudo-mansion that he'd gown up in, Grant's house was not some run-down shack. It was a one-story home with a finished basement, three bedroom, two bath, a family room, a dining room, the kitchen, and a small laundry room. That was really all that Grant needed. He was a young rich boy, but he still had a decent grasp on reality. For that, his parents were thankful. He'd never been a troubled child and he'd appreciated just about everything that they had given him.

Around Grant's house, there stood many others like it. The color schemes were all different, of course, as each person who would move into the neighborhood would decorate their homes as they saw fit, but they were all relatively the same size and quality of home. It was a good neighborhood filled with good people. That was why Grant's mother had chosen that house when she and her husband were looking for an eighteenth birthday gift for their son. It would be good for him to be on his own in a nice neighborhood.

Grant had started school the week after he moved in and about a month after that, his neighbor Alicia Chattel, took notice of him. Grant was a young man with a good head on his shoulders and his parent's money to get him into a good school and out on his own. He had a bright future ahead of him and a bit of time on his hands when he wasn't busy with classes; especially in the Summer. Alicia, on the other hand, was a single mother - yes I said mother! Complete MILF! When she wasn't being a mother to her young daughter, Jessica Chattel, Jessie to her mother, Alicia was being a very busy business woman. Naturally, Grant stepped in to help Alicia around the house with routine things such as cleaning her pool and tending her lawn. Heavens knows that Alicia barely had time for all that.

That was all six years ago, however. These days, Grant is busy with work himself but he still offered to help Alicia with an emergency last week. Alicia had gotten a promotion, you see, and she was needed on a month-long business venture to represent her company. On such short notice, she couldn't get any of her local family to take care of Jessica. Since Grant was sort of the big brother that Jessica never had, he offered to watch her while Alicia was gone. Though Alicia trusted and respected grant, she only accepted because she had no choice. She knew that Grant had his own things going on and hated the thought that Jessica might be a burden to him.

What Alicia didn't know is that Grant was looking forward to spending some time with her fifteen year old daughter. He had made all kinds of preparations for this coming month and he couldn't wait to take little Jessica off of her mother's hands. Speaking of... That had come. Alicia had already left. She had told Grant and Jessica that she would be gone before either of them were likely awake. Clearly, she didn't know how early Grant got up in the morning, because he watched her car pull out of her driveway around five in the morning. Jessica was supposed to lock up and go over to meet Grant the very first thing when she woke up. It was all a waiting game for Grant now.
 
Jessica Chattel was your normal 15 year old Portland teen. She went to public school, was an A and B student, and was on the school swim team. Unlike most kids in her class, Jessica didn't want to go to the local university. instead, she had her eyes set on somewhere else out of state. With her grades, she was set to be a perfect candidate for the school when she applied in under two years.

Her life growing up had been hard. At a young age of eight, she had watched as her parents went through a nasty divorce. She had learned more of the details recently at her fifteenth birthday when her mom had told her the details. Her dad had cheated on her mom, plain and simple. For three straight years, he had an affair until she finally found out and handed over the divorce papers. Her mom had won complete custody and Jessica didn't mind, she loved her. It was just sad she didn't spend so much time with her.

Jessie had also been subjugated to standard stereotyping throughout her life. Her blonde hair was the reason for said stereotyping, and it was her natural color. She had her nice perky tits, and a cute little ass. She was a good innocent student who still somehow had her virginity.

Jessie had never had a boyfriend. Sure, she wanted one, but she was just too busy with school and swimming to have time. She also knew of sex and what it was, but had no experience there either. It was a boring life.

Grant had come into her life six years ago when she was just a little girl. She had always looked up to him as she grew up. He gave her advice, played with her, and taught her some things. Then her mom started getting busier and busier. Finally, she got her promotion. Money was flowing in, but a consequence was that her mom spent less time there.

Finally she dropped the bomb on Jessie. She was going on a month long trip for work. A whole month! Who was going to watch her? She calmed down a bit when she found she'd be staying with Grant. Someone to talk to, to confide in. Someone she could trust. She woke up that morning and stretched. She didn't bother calling for her mother because Alicia had said that she'd be gone before she even woke up. She grinned, wanting to humor grant as she walked over in her gym shorts and tee as soon as she got out of her bed. She was following directions as she knocked on his door. She hoped she hadn't woken him
 
Jessica had not woken Grant, of course, but he had contemplated pretending as though she had for just a moment. When he remembered that he'd already gotten dressed for the day, he thought better of it. Not even Jessica would fall for that one. Instead, he just got up off of the couch and walked over to answer the door for is cute little guest. Grant opened the door with a welcoming smile. The gentle breeze that was blowing outside instantly began to ruffle his medium-length dark hair and and the loose black tee-shirt that he was wearing. His black slacks were made of a slightly heavier material, however, and were not swayed by the gentle gust. If Jessica gave him an erection, however... He hadn't thought his wardrobe for the day out very well.

"Hey, kiddo," Grant greeted Jessica as he opened the door to invite her in. "I've almost got all of the junk moved out of the spare room, but it's not quite ready yet. You might have to share my bed for a night or two, I hope that's alright."

Grant wasn't often one to lie, but he had no intention of cleaning the guest room up. The young college graduate had been infatuated with Alicia since they fist met and now that Jessica was growing up, she was a close second on his list of girls that he wanted to fuck. Since she was going to be alone with him for a whole month, he planned to do just that. Jessica looked up to him, so it wouldn't be hard to have his way with her and convince her not to talk to anyone about it. Who knew; maybe if this worked out then he'd try to snag Alicia when she got home too. A sexy MILF and her soon-to-be bombshell of a daughter would make a nice set that any man would be jealous of.

As Grant spoke, he stepped aside to let Jessica inside. His living room was pretty tasteful, but rather simple. The carpets were a dark grey so that stains would not easily show and the walls were a soft creme; same as the ceiling. There wasn't a lot of furniture in the room, but there was a single dark brown couch with two matching chairs. There was a dark cherry-wood coffee table in front of the couch and a large identical entertainment center along the wall. On the entertainment center was a huge plasma-screen TV, a Playstation 4, and a mess of games/DVDs. It was a spread that any normal teenage girl would have gone crazy for.

This would have, surprisingly, been the first time that Jessica was inside of Grant's house. Normally, if he was needed to watch her for a night then he would go over to Alicia's. Alicia and Jessica knew that Grant had come from a well-ff family, but Alicia wouldn't have guessed that he would have all of this. Still, she'd thought to tell her daughter not to break anything while Grant was watching her.
 
Jess looked up and smiled at him. He was so much taller then she was. "Good morning Grant." She said as she yawned then grinned. "Oh? What's wrong with the couch?" She teased him as she walked in and looked around and gasped. Sure, she an her mother were pretty well off when it came to things they had in their house, but this was elegant, cool, and not overly crowded all at the same time.

"You have a pretty amazing place." She commented as she ventured into the room and plopped down on the soft smooth couch and sighed. "Unfortunately, I guess I'll have to get the tour later. I should have gone back to sleep because I'm really really tired. Is there anywhere i could sleep?" She asked as she looked at him.

She didn't want to sleep on the couch because she felt like she would be intruding on him. She didn't want to take his bed because, well it was his bed. She didn't know if there was a basement or another bedroom available, but she figured there could be.
 
Standing at six feet and two inches tall, Grant was most definitely taller than Jessica who couldn't be over five and a half feet tall at the tallest; probably more like five three. When the little blonde moved into the house past him, Grant shut the door behind her. He was surprised that she did not have a packed bag with her, but then again, she did live just next door. They could go get her things later without any hassle.

"The couch is great to sit on, but it's not a very comfortable bed," Grant answered Jessica's first question as he moved back over to the couch and sat down in the open seat at Jessica's feet. He leaned back into the sofa and put his arms up; one on the armrest and the other across the back of the couch. Whatever he had been watching before Jessica had gotten there had now changed to the usual dribble of commercials. He then continued as though he'd never paused, "Like I said, you'll just have to share my bed."

Grant wasn't about o let Jessica get out of this one so easily. He'd been looking forward to sleeping with Jessica for the past week when he had offered to let her come here. He would have full access to her that way. He remembered the few times that she'd fallen asleep on the couch at her house and he had carried her up to her own bed. She was a heavy sleeper. Having her close at hand would be quite enjoyable.

"It doesn't matter, anyway," Grant continued. "I can't let you go back to sleep now. You'll never go to bed at a decent hour if I let you sleep in anymore this morning."
 
She just yawned and blushed. He had offered her his bed again. She meekly nodded as she smiled at him. "Please Grant, just two or three more hours of sleep." She pleaded with him as she shifted her head to look at him when he sat. "I'll be grumpy and mean all day if you don't let me have any." She teased him playfully sticking her tongue out.

"Who needs reasonable bed times anyway?" Jessie argued with him as she looked at him. "Please, please, please Grant." She pouted looking up at him with her puppy dog eyes pleading with him. "I'll be really nice to you if you let me sleep, I won't bother you one bit."
 
Just as Grant was about to get stern with Jessica and tell her no, an enticing idea crossed his mind. Grant knew that his plans for Jessica would eventually mean that he would need to either somehow coerce her or force her into sex. She would not come willingly; not when she was only fifteen and he was twenty-four. Alicia had brought her daughter up with morals and self-respect, after all. Grant also knew that once that line was crossed, Jessica's innocence would be gone. Why should Grant be so eager to throw that away? In an epiphany of inspiration, Grant decided that he would savor and abuse that innocence for a few short days before he robbed her of it.

"Alright, alright," Grant relented as he leaned forward and grabbed the TV remote off of the coffee table. He turned the TV off and tossed the remote back down on the table as he got up from the couch and looked down at Jessica. "You can take a nap there on the couch, but just this once, and when you wake up you have to do something for me. You can't ask questions and you have to do everything that I say, alright? That's the deal; take it or leave it."
 
She nodded. She hadn't thought of how he had said the couch wasn't the best, but she yawned. "I have to just do one thing?" She asked innocently as she grabbed two large pillows and set them at the end of the couch. She looked at him.

Doing anything he said without question couldn't be that bad. She didn't know his plans for her, which made it why she didn't question why jeasked her a favor. Right now, she was way too tired to argue you anything. "Wait just one nap this whole month?" She protested.
 
Grant just chuckled at Jessica's innocent interpretation of the world. That innocence would bring him great pleasure in the days to come as he took advantage of it and abused it up until the point in which he would rob the cute little blonde of every last drop of innocence that she'd ever had. Now wasn't that time, of course, so he would just have to keep playing nice with his new little toy to keep her content.

"Who said anything about not getting naps?" Grant asked her. It was a rhetorical question, though, and he didn't wait for her response before he continued. "No, I mean that you're not going to make a habit of sleeping in late here. It's early to bed and early to rise around this house, Little Missy. If you need to nap in the afternoon, that's fine so long as it doesn't keep you awake when it's time to turn in. Got that?"

Grant's voice was stern as he spoke, but not unkind. He meant business, and his tone conveyed that, but he was not harsh about it. He was the adult and he was in charge... much to Jessica's soon-to-be despair.
 
She lay there as her eyes fluttered and sleep began to take over once again. They perked back open a bit at the stern tone of his voice. He was trying to make a point, not trying to be mean with her. She nodded meekly as she looked over and agreed.

"Okay Grant. I'll try and take afternoon naps from now on. How early will we be getting up?" She asked. She wasn't used to getting up terribly early, so it would be an interesting change for her and her schedule. She had some homework to work on today, but it was easy and could be done that afternoon.

Sleep slowly crept back into her mind as she yawned. "See you in a couple hours Grant." Jessie sighed and rolled over and was soon soft asleep as she drifted into her hard state of sleep.
 
Though this was a good opportunity for Grant to sneak a quick peak at 'the goods', he decided that he would be a gentleman until Jessica woke up and he could collect his favor. Instead, he walked across the room to a small hallway that jutted out of the room across from where his TV was positioned. The hall had four doors; three on the right hand side and one at the end. The door at the end of the hall was Grant's bedroom, the one before that was one of the guest rooms, and the one in the middle of the hall was the guest bathroom. It was the first door in the hall that Grant took; the door that went down into the basement.

The basement was a fairly large open room full of boxes. Grant clearly mostly just used it for storage, even though it was fully finished with a carpet and wall scheme identical to that which was used in the living room upstairs. Down here was also where the second guest bedroom was, as well as the laundry room. At the moment, neither of those concerned Grant. He was down here for some of the supplies that he'd bought for Jessica's stay with him.

In this case, he grabbed a short length of silk rope and a black silk headband. This would make for a nice blindfold, he thought, which is why he had bought it. Grant knew that Jessica had to know at least a little about sex. The public school system had surely given the students a sex-ed class by fifteen so Grant knew that if he just dropped his pants in front of Jessica that she'd know what was going on. He was also sure, however, that if Jessica couldn't see the cock hanging in front of her face that she'd be none the wiser. Surely she didn't have experience in the matter and Grant had always been so good to her and her mother that she wouldn't likely suspect anything foul from him. That trust would make her easy to abuse.

Rope and blindfold in hand, Grant went back upstairs where he sat down in one of the chairs and turned the TV back on. By now, Jessica was asleep and he doubted very highly that the TV would wake her up. That girl could probably sleep through a tornado...
 
Grant was right in his reasoning on her sleeping habits. Jessica groggily began to stir several hours later around noon. She yawned and stretched, slowly opening her eyes and looking over at Grant who was sitting watching tv. She sat up and looked at him. "Hey." She said simply as she leaned back and scratched an unseen itch.

She had slept well. What Grant had said earlier about not being able to sleep would more than likely reign true however. "So, what have you been doing these last couple of hours?" She asked before her stomach growled loudly and her face flushed. She had no clue what Grant was going to do the rest of the day, but she needed to do homework and catch up on some personal things before school the next day.
 
When Jessica began to stir, Grant picked the remote control up off of the arm of the chair and turned off the TV. Now that Jessica was awake, she would be all of the entertainment that he needed. Once the TV was off, Grant sat the remote back down on the arm of the chair and stood up. He raised his arms over his head and stretched his muscles before he cast is gaze down on the little blonde.

A smile crossed his lips. It was finally time for Jessica to keep her promise. This would all be better if Grant could have gotten Alicia to fulfill this duty, but the bombshell MILF's budding daughter would do just as well, he supposed. Besides, by the time that Alicia had returned from her trip, Grant wold have his fangs so deep into Jessica that he might very well be able to have both of them. So long as he was careful and played his cards right, Grant would be the envy of young men everywhere.

"Good morning, sleepy-head," Grant said as he walked over to where Jessica was sitting. He sat down beside her and motioned with his hands to the silk rope and blindfold that had been laid out on the coffee table. "Are you ready to keep your promise?"

Grant completely brushed off the girl's question. He was eager to sink his corruptive fangs into his innocent little neighbor.
 
As her eyes focused on him she smiled. "Sure ready as ever Grant wh-?" She faltered when she noticed the rope and blindfold on the table. She looked back quizzically at him as she frowned. "What is that for Grant?" She asked slowly as she watched his reaction.

She was a little worried to tell the truth, but she didn't show it. There was a rope a blindfold for pete's sake. Anything could have been possible with what was laid in front of her. She looked at him. "So what is the promise?"
 
Grant brought his hand up and waved a single extended finger in front of Jessica as if she had done something wrong. "Now, now, you agreed that you wouldn't ask questions if I let you sleep," the dark-haired stud said in an almost teasing tone. "I let you sleep so now it's time for you to keep your promise. You know that I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, so what do you have to worry about?"

It was true that Grant didn't intend to hurt Jessica. He only wanted to abuse her innocence and trick her into giving him a nice little blowjob was all. Where was the harm in that? What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

"So what's going to happen here," Grant started as he reached for the rope and the blindfold, "Is I am going to take this rope and tie your hands behind your back so that you can't take the blindfold off. Then I'm going to put the blindfold over your eyes and you're going to do what I tell you. Since you know that I won't hurt you, you don't have anything to worry about, right?"
 
She listened carefully to his explanation as she sat back fuming. She had been set up! Well, not really. She brought herself into this and it was her own fault as she sighed. "There's no way I'm going to be able to get out of this." She muttered as she looked at him and leaned forward so she sat on the edge of the couch.

"Fine." She said simply as she watched him. She felt like she had given into that way too easily, but there was no turning back now. She knew he wouldn't hurt her so the made her feel a little bit better about the situation at hand. Holding out her wrists she rolled her eyes and looked at him impatiently. Having no idea what was in store for her.
 
Grant gently took Jessica's hands and pulled them behind her back. He tied her wrists together just tightly enough so that she would not be able to pull her hands free, but not so tight that the rope would cut off circulation or cause any extreme discomfort. Of course, with this being silk rope, it was plenty comfortable by that fact alone. Grant had had enough girlfriends in college who were into the kinky stuff to know that the silk rope was the best bet for these kinds of things. Strong, hard to break free from, but still oddly soft and smooth enough to make being tied up an enjoyable experience. When it came to bondage material, nothing beat a good piece of woven silk.

Once Jessica's hands were tied behind her back, Grant slid the blindfold down over her eyes. He was so close now. Jessica had walked willingly into his trap. It was time to enjoy himself.

Now that Jessica was blindfolded, Grant stood up and took Jessica by the shoulders. "Just follow my lead, Jess," Grant whispered in a comforting tone as he guided her to her feet ad walked her over toward the chair that he had been sitting in. Once there, his hands moved from her shoulders and down to his belt. His fingers moved with caution to not make any noise while he unfastened his belt and slid his black slacks and matching boxer-briefs down to the floor.

Now standing in front of Jessica with his pants around his ankles and his eight inch manhood standing fully erect in front of the blindfolded girl, Grant sat down in the chair and reached out for Jessica one last time. "Alright, Jessica, I need you to get down on your knees," he spoke again as he tried to help Jessica kneel so that she wouldn't fall. "I'm going to put something in your mouth and I need you to lick and suck on it for a little bit. If you do a good job, it will give you a salty treat, alright?"

Grant was confident that Jessica would not know what he was about to do to her. He highly doubted that the fifteen year old's sexual education classes covered 'How to recognize that your babysitter is tricking you into oral sex'.
 
Jessica hadn't struggled when he tied her hands. She hadn't struggled when he lowered the blindfold on her eyes. She still hadn't struggled when he picked her up and guided her to a chair. She didn't struggle once again as she complied as she got down on her knees in front of her. She had felt his hands on her shoulders on her, but hadn't thought anything of it.

She still didn't know what he had been talking about when he mentioned what he had wanted her to do. She had heard a brief rustle of something as she heard something click. "Okay." She nodded slowly. She still wasn't sure what was going on, but she was a bit apprehensive as to what was about to possibly happen.
 
Grant's hands retreated from Jessica's small frame. His left moved to rest on the armrest of the chair and his right rose to rest on top of Jessica's blonde little head. "I am going to help guide you for a little bit," he said softly, "but once you get the hang of this I will let go and you'll be on your own, alright? Just remember to lick and suck, Jess. Do not bite. You can only get the treat if you lick and suck."

With that, Grant slowly guided Jessica's had down into his lap until the head of his erect cock was pressed against her soft lips. There was a drop of precum already forming in anticipation; a small taste of what was to come for the little blonde-headed schoolgirl.
 
She just nodded and gulped as she let him guide her. " Why can't i bite?" She wondered to herself as she felt his hand on her neck. She gulped feeling her head go down. Had he sat down since he putt her on her knees? She felt his legs on each of her sides as she was guided to his lap.

When her lips felt the soft flesh of another object her eyes widened through the blindfold. What was going on? She looked up briefly as she shook her head. "I-is that what I think that is grant?" She asked as she licked her lips. The pre-cum had stuck to her lips and naturally she licked it and tasted the salty taste. " What is that? " She wondered. It was salty, yet had a sweet taste to it as well.
 
Grant's heart skipped a beat when Jassica asked if 'that was what she thought it was'. Did the school teach her more than he had expected? It didn't really matter, as it would not change Grant's long-term plans for Jessica, but he decided to play it cool regardless. Maybe if he acted innocent in the matter then he could quell Jessica's thoughts. "What do you mean?" he asked in a genuine-sounding tone. "Didn't we agree to no questions? Just trust me. You do trust me, right?"
 
She gulped and lay there before she nodded firmly. "Yes, I trust you." She said slowly. "No more questions, i promise." She gulped, and unbeknownst to him, she clenched her eyes shut as she stood there. "Go ahead then Grant." She said as she waited, not feeling his head or anything. She knew what was about to happen, and knew it was going to happen regardless of what she did. Surely he didn't want HER to initiate this contact did he?
 
Unaware that Jessica knew what was happening, Grant guided the little blonde's head back down into his lap until her lips were pressed against his erect cock once again. His hard member pulsed to the touch and he had to stifle a soft sigh of relief. It had been too long since Grant was last with a woman. Between school, work, and helping Alicia out around her house in hopes of snagging the beautiful mother for his own enjoyment, he hadn't really had time for a steady girlfriend. Heck, he rarely had the time to go out to the clubs. He sure as heck wasn't going to find any easy lays at work or school... But now Jessica was here and he thought that she was completely unaware of what was about to slide into that pretty little mouth of hers.

"Remember what I told you, Jess. Just lick and suck to get your treat. I'd imagine that you're pretty hungry since you haven't eaten all day," Grant said through heated breath.
 
Jessie blanched and almost gagged even before she was past the head. She hadn't had time to respond to his question, but she just lay there and let him do what he wanted. She figured if he did this once, then he wouldn't want to again. She begrudgingly let him work on her. She hated this and was genuinely scared what might happen next
 
"That's a good girl, Jessica," Grant whispered approvingly when the head of his manhood slipped past her soft pink lips. "I am going to let go of your head now, so you'll just have to do what feels natural to you alright? Just keep at it until you get your treat and if you swallow it all then we'll untie you and get you some breakfast."

It was then that Grant removed his hand from Jessica's blonde head and rested it on the armrest like he had done with the other. Jessica was on her own now, kneeling between Grant's legs with the tip of his cock in her warm, wet mouth. Precum slowly drew from Grant's erect member as it pulsed and throbbed to the attention. All the while, grants eyes watched Jessica eagerly to see what she might choose to do.
 
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