Behind Closed Doors Ch. 02

I wish to thank all the readers that voted on Chapter One, and give extra thanks to KenjiSato for his excellent editing assistance for this new chapter. I felt inspired by some reader's suggestions so feel free to keep sharing them with me!

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Lucy walked up the stairs to her room. Every step reminded her of Keith's encouraging hand on her back, pushing her up the stairs. Her memories became more graphic when she entered the confined space of her bedroom. The vivid memory of Keith gruntingly pounding away on her vagina, hit her.

She closed her eyes and inhaled. That was the final time his sleazy hands had touched her. One more time and she'd tell her dad. The prospect of Keith's colleagues speaking of a scandal, forcing his boss to fire him, suddenly didn't seem so bad at all. She almost hoped Keith would be so stupid, like all those criminals in penitentiary; never knowing when to stop, until they got caught. Well, she'd set the line. Getting fucked twice by her father's friend was enough.

The piece of paper lay wrinkled on her desk. She had looked at it, thrown it away, but then had picked it up, putting it back. With her father home, she didn't want to leave it there in plain sight. With both his phone numbers written on it, in Keith's handwriting, it would surely be recognized by Liam, her father.

Some unknown force drove her to keep it. She picked up the piece of paper and put it into her drawer. Maybe it'd come in handy someday.

'Hey, sweetie!' she envisioned Keith grinning, happy to be in her bedroom with her again after a hard workday.

Well, in whatever pussy he was balls-deep, he wasn't going to fuck hers ever again. It was one of her biggest mistakes, but she'd be more careful from here on. To think Keith assumed she liked him so much that she'd eagerly call him back--that same day, too--was absurd.

Call him to say what? How much she liked it? Or perhaps, to set up a date and time to meet? Maybe he had fucked one too many, thinking all girls were waiting in line, craving to please his desires.

Those were her thoughts the rest of the evening. Liam noticed his daughter's silence during dinner.

"What's on your mind?" he asked.

Noticing his worried tone, she tried to put him at ease. There was no need for him to worry about something that couldn't be undone and wouldn't ever happen again, anyway.

"N'much, just school stuff."

Liam nodded, smiling faintly. She was always busy with school. Even though she had her doubts about healthcare, he was sure his daughter would make a fine nurse one day. Her lively character, and her heart of gold would make her an asset, and a footing to all those in need.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to get some groceries, and then call Keith and head to bed. I feel pretty knackered."

Lucy felt her pulse race upon hearing Keith's name. Her father called him often, but today was probably because he wanted to know why he'd left early from work.

"All right, Dad. I don't mind."

"Are you sure?" he asked, doubtfully. He noticed how her voice had suddenly changed.

"Yeah, no worries. I know you work hard. I can take care of the dishes."

"That's sweet of you," Liam sighed, thinking he didn't deserve a daughter as sweet as her. He felt better already.

His good mood quickly changed after he ended the phone call with his best buddy. Keith's words hadn't made any sense to Liam, and Keith had seemed rather uninterested in the conversation, and otherwise occupied.

With a bad temper, Liam was lying in bed, wishing it wasn't Tuesday tomorrow. He could already tell it was going to be a long, dreadful workweek. He hadn't told Keith, but he had been looking for another job for quite some time. Keith was a good friend to work with, and had taught him a lot, but working in construction was killing him. He wasn't sure he could do this for many more years to come. He'd take it easy tomorrow, sparing his strength for the rest of the week.

Little did Liam know, Keith had made plans for tomorrow as well, none of which were in the least in Liam's favor. If anything, it'd push his limits.

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Keith grinned when he ducked his head down in his car, seeing the old black BMW of Liam pass by. He felt like an agent, shadowing Liam's house like that. He had seen Liam leave just two minutes ago, running to his car. It probably went like that every workday, knowing how much of a fusspot Liam was.

Whatever the case, he was glad he didn't have to see him today. He'd pay his daughter a surprise visit, instead. With that killjoy out of the way, they had plenty of time to enjoy each other thoroughly.

He looked at his watch--6:00am. He'd always wondered what time Liam left in the morning, his friend already there, even the times Keith was earlier than normal.

He drove the last sixty meters and parked on the dry spot where Liam's car had just left. He slammed his car door shut, and walked up to the big three-bedroom house of his friend and his beautiful teen daughter.

He stuck the key into the door, but it didn't go in. That fool Liam had changed his locks! He panicked and tried again, holding the key upside down, staring at it in the darkness of the moonless, chilly, early morning. This time, it went in okay. He sighed and opened the door. He closed the door silently, enjoying the warmth of the house for a moment.

He hung his brown leather coat on the coat rack, walked over to the fridge, and sat down on the couch he'd sat on so many times. He drank down the whole package of milk, smiling at himself in the black reflection of the TV.

He leaned back into the soft beige cushions, admiring the comfort. If he had to give Liam one thing, it was his taste in furniture. Keith cleared his throat, coughing repeatedly. He hesitated, fumbling with his phone in hand. He contemplated going back home. Suddenly, he felt nervous like never before. He knew how much of an asshole Liam was. Liam, his boss. He laughed softly, thinking how much different he was from his friend, Liam, and yet shared the same name.

Keith decided to use Liam's home phone. He picked up the horn, listening to the dial tone. He coughed again, starting to sound a little hoarse when he checked. That'll have to do, he thought, calling his boss.

"Hey Liam, I *cough* I'm sorry, I've been tossing and turning in bed all night, and I just did a temp check and I--Yes, well--No, I just wanted to let you know that I'm running a fever and feel sick."

He heard the explosion on the other end of the line. His boss was going to fire him. On top of that, he was going to not pay the overtime hours for this month.

Keith remembered those threats the first time he had received them and how scared he had been. But he knew his boss, Liam; he'd call him back later, apologizing. Perhaps calling him this early had not been very smart. His boss usually arrived a little later than the rest of them.

"I'm so sorry, perhaps I could, like, try?" he asked, gasping between his heavy coughs.

It was humiliating to pretend to be sick, even more so to beg his boss, but he was no fool. He needed his job.

Everything went smoothly after that. Liam, his boss, even apologized.

Keith thought of calling his friend, but couldn't find one good reason. He'd hear about him being sick from his boss, which should be enough.

Keith dried the sweat from his palms. That had been awkward, but totally worth it. Thinking of sweet Lucy, oblivious to what was in store for her, and thinking of that hotness he'd soon be buried in, had his blood pumping to his cock, growing twice its size after having been in the cold such a short while ago.

His heart pounded madly. Perhaps he really was sick, and about to die, overdosing on Lucy's pussy. He hadn't even bothered eating breakfast before he left.

He took off his shoes and walked up the stairs. He couldn't resist, and opened the door to Liam's bedroom. Not much to see.

Quietly, he walked further down the soft carpet, and opened Lucy's bedroom door.

For the first time, he wasn't kidding when he wondered whether he was sick or not. It was as if his heart stopped, but the deep breath in his lungs testified that he was still alive. He'd seen plenty of women asleep. Seeing Lucy was so different, though.

She lay on her side, a small smile visible on her soft, red lips. Her long, golden hair sprawled over her pillow, so very light, even in the sparsely lit room.

His adoration, however, instantly turned into lust for the young girl. What use is beauty if you can't fuck it? His greedy hand stroked his engorged cock. A soft moan escaped his mouth. Lucy still slept, peacefully.

Already this morning, Keith had awakened with a painfully hard erection. It was time to see how she'd handle this problem. She had a solution he couldn't provide for himself.

He undressed in front of her, his dick jumping up, smacking his stomach after he had lowered his briefs. He gazed at it, amused. She didn't do bad; she could've had a boyfriend with a smaller dick. A pathetic twenty-year-old boy with a small penis, prematurely cumming because he had no experience.

He, on the other hand, was perfectly able to provide her with good sex.

Humming, he lowered the bedsheets. The cold atmosphere made her turn onto her belly. Keith saw the round curve of her ass cheeks and not thinking with his brain, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her pajamas and yanked it down in one go.

"Hmm?" Lucy stammered, opening her eyes.

"Hey, good morning, sunshine," his voice chirped happily.

Lucy's eyes adjusted to the light, but before she could make out his stature, he shifted and sat on top of her.

Her bottom was only partly covered by the thin cotton of her panties.

"Hmm, sexy..." Keith's husky voice complimented her.

The hot tip of his penis nudging between her plump ass cheeks was all she needed to confirm her suspicion. It was Keith, and he was going to have sex with her again. Even this early on a workday, didn't stop him from giving in to his sex-crazed mind.

"Keith? Keith??" she cried, turning her head.

"Yes, it's me, darling. Who else would be straddling you naked, with his cock hard? You're not cheating on me, are you?" he chuckled, still speaking in a quiet voice.

"Get off me, Keith! What are you doing here? I don't wanna do this!" She hated how weak her voice sounded, but she couldn't think straight, still having been asleep just a minute ago and then waking up to... this.

"I know, sweetie. Shhh..."

"Please, Keith, I just wanna sleep..." she stammered.

"You'll like it, you'll see..."

She kicked her lower leg up to him, hitting his back, trying to kick some sense into him. Keith wasn't fazed by it, simply ignoring her.

"Making a minor adjustment here," he whispered soothingly, lowering her panties to her knees. He spread her legs wider.

"Is--is my Dad home?" He was just here to have a quick peek at her. There wouldn't be time for anything else. It was a workday.

"Scream and you'll find out."

He was so indifferent about it, that she didn't think her father was. Judging by the darkness outside, it was still early, but if Dad had left, there couldn't be much time left for Keith, either.

"What time is it?" she asked, her voice trembling nervously.

"Time for your pussy to prove what it's got a hole for!" Keith moaned, separating her pussy lips with spread fingers. He spat onto his hand and rubbed the moisture over the mushroom tip of his penis, sending pleasant sensations straight to his balls.

The cold air touching her skin switched to Keith's weight lowering on top of her, warming her body with his, immediately aiming the head of his cock at her lips.

"Yes, that's a good girl," he murmured under his breath, when he drove himself into her pussy and saw Lucy grabbing the mattress. "Hold on tight, baby, it's going to be a bumpy ride."

He embraced her body with his arms, astonished at how small she was. His fingers felt the goosebumps on her skin, and the hard nubs of her nipples.

"Let me warm you, you feel cold," he whispered, and kissed her head, almost in a parental way.

He'd been bragging to Liam for years about the women he fucked over the weekends. The quiet listening of Liam not even bothering him. However, unknowingly, he'd been jealous of his friend for many years. The sex with those women was something he certainly liked, but visiting Liam's place, ached that knowledge inside him, knowing he was missing out in life. Coming home to a sweet girl like Lucy, was a life goal worth living for.

But no more. Having Lucy as a girlfriend was infinitely better. Liam had been taking care of her all those long years, only to hand her over to him when she had reached adulthood, leaving Keith with the best years of her life. Especially now, when she had just reached womanhood, inexperienced with the way of man and woman.

Keith's mind was restless. This was just a girl to fuck a few times, and then move on before her father found out. Get your shit together, Keith, he thought to himself. Fucking her here was already a risk. What if Liam had forgotten something and came back? There were no predictions as to what a silent man like Liam would do if he found out his life-long friend fucked his teen daughter. In his house, when Keith had called in sick, no less.

In his heart, Keith began to understand this was real love. The kind of relationship people frowned upon, only because they envied them, consumed by jealousy. He'd make sure she was going to be happy with him, for as long as they'd live. He had to win her over to get her long term, though.

"Your trembling has lessened. Are you feeling warmer?" he asked, warming her arm with his caressing hand.

Lucy had grabbed the mattress, convinced she'd get a rough pounding as soon as he had shoved his erection into her vagina. But he just lay there, crushing her with his weight. His cock was hard as ever, flexing inside her. Keith's heavy ballsack resting on her vulva reminded her of the risk he was putting her through. She'd get pregnant if he kept doing this.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, trying to get her to talk. "Do you want me to cover us up with the bedsheets? Are you still cold?"

Lucy ignored him.

Maybe she wanted to fuck? "I'm just giving you time to adjust, is all."

When she still ignored him, he thought this position may be too reserved for her.

"You're right, too," he mumbled, and took his dick out. Lucy gasped, and immediately after threw her hand between her legs.

Keith flipped her over onto her back, pleased at her silent cooperation. He gazed at her engorged pussy lips, provoking his sexual hunger even more. Soft and hairless, and, he knew from experience, so incredibly hot and tight, made to make cocks cum. The light sheen in her slit convinced him she lusted after him, just as much as he after her.

"Your pussy is adorable," Keith moaned, not hiding the desire in his voice. "You make me so happy."

Lucy groaned hard, as he put his stiff penis back in and bottomed out.

Keith stroked her long, blonde hair out of the way, revealing her bright, blue eyes. He stared at them, not daring to blink, unwilling to miss a second. He couldn't help but moan out loud, when he forced his hard cock into her again.

"Such a good girl," he mumbled, his voice hoarse with excitement.

He could feel how her vagina desperately clamped down onto the intruder. Not only that, but his ears were greeted by more wet suction noises every time he fed his cock back into her warm cockhole.

He saw his pubic hair slamming against her hairless, soft skin, adding fuel to his desire, enticing him beyond anything. On top of that, they were having bareback sex as nature intended, and he looked forward to cumming buried deep in that pussy, once again.

"Spread," he growled, when Lucy closed her legs and tried to push her knees against his belly.

His hand kneaded the smooth skin of her leg, and the other grabbed her head, forcing her to look him in the eyes. With every thrust, he kept staring into hers.

"Hmm... your cunt feels like a vice around my dick," Keith panted.

Lucy was forced to look into his honey-brown eyes. She couldn't help but feel hypnotized. She saw nothing but euphoria in the older man's brightly lit eyes. Her body moved back and forth, as Keith's body humped away on her.

"That's it, darling, let me in... you're doing so much better now. Forget your worries. Just let go and enjoy the ride," he smiled at her.

He began fucking her with harder thrusts, slamming his balls onto her, relishing as much of her wet warmth around his dick as he possibly could.

Lucy exhaled sharply, every time his body landed on top of hers. Her arms extended, holding onto his neck, seeking grip.

She didn't know her soft, manicured hands hanging onto his neck encouraged Keith to fuck her faster. Nor did she know her panting for breath made his cock throb even harder.

Keith moved up his upper body, leaning onto his arms. His biceps trembled, supporting his body when he repeatedly fucked her in fast, deep thrusts.

"Go slower," Lucy beseeched the mature man she'd known all her life.

"Not now. I'm so close!" Keith growled.

"You're too rough with me," she begged him once more.

"Lucy, be quiet!" he answered, angrily. She had to learn how to please a man.

"Please?" she asked. Her palms grabbed his dark brown hair, pulling him into her, kissing him on his lips.

Keith breathed loudly through his nose, overwhelmed by her initiative.

"Please, go slower for me," she whispered, stroking his hair affectionately.

"You're a whore. You're only doing this so I'll go slower," Keith fisted his hands.

Even so, the unexpected kiss sent him over the edge he was avoiding for as long as he could, from the moment he had put his dick inside her, just minutes ago. His eyes closed, feeling the release of muscular tension as he came.

His dick spurted, shooting load after load of his hot cum into her body, painting the inner walls of her pussy with his spunk, ignoring his inner voice accusing him of actively trying to impregnate the young girl. He moaned long and hard, overwhelmed by his orgasm.

He was so madly in love with her.

He held himself tight to her, not ever letting go, keeping his dick buried deep inside her pussy, simultaneously pushing the quiet girl below him into the soft mattress.

He feared he was never able to keep his zipper up again.

"I hope that was as good for you as it was for me," he panted, crawling off of her, and sitting next to her on her bed. He saw his cock throbbing up and down, still semi-hard. His balls hung low and heavy, trying to cool themselves off.

"Look at my balls, Lucy," Keith panted.

Lucy quietly sat up as well, and then gazed down at his crotch.

"You see how big they are?" he asked.

Lucy nodded in silence.

"The larger they are, the more testosterone a man possesses, you understand?"

Lucy nodded once again.

"That must be why I'm horny all the time," he chuckled to himself.

Lucy didn't reply, but Keith didn't mind. He was too busy trying to get his breath back. That girl brought out the best in him. Every fuck was such a delight. No need for lube because she was a dried-up woman. No need for condoms either, because apparently, Lucy liked it fine this way.

"I'm sorry I called you a whore," he mumbled, apologetically. "You're anything but a whore."

Lucy's eyes averted his gaze, looking straight ahead. "Can you please bring me a towel?" she asked, timidly.

Keith sighed, left, and then handed her a towel. "Lucy, I'd love to hear you say anything other than asking for a towel every time we've had sex."

"Then use a condom," Lucy said, annoyed, dipping the towel with his cum.

"Yeah, about that..." Keith cleared his throat, "have you thought about the consequences of bareback sex? Because, well, I wouldn't mind, to be honest, but in case you do, we can talk about it, you know? It'd be pretty awkward if we were able to fuck but not able to talk about it afterward, don't you think?"