Friday night. It was storming like crazy, and I was trying to watch a movie when the doorbell rang. I almost didn't hear it over the deafening noise outside. Who could that be?

"What are you doing here at this hour?" I asked Carol, the neighbor's daughter. Water was streaming down her raincoat.

"I'm scared, " she said, half shouting to be heard over the noise of the storm. "Mom and Dad are at a friend's house tonight." A huge flash of lightning and a clap of thunder made her flinch. "And I'm terrified of thunderstorms. Can I wait here until they get home?"

"Sure. Come on in quickly, you're getting soaked out there."

Relieved, she came inside and I closed the front door. I took her coat and hung the dripping thing in the bathroom. That could handle the moisture.

"I left a note on the table, " Carol said, "so they'd know where I am. I tried the De Vries place first, but they weren't home."

The De Vrieses were the other neighbors.

"Come on, inside." I put a hand on her shoulder and noticed her shirt was damp. It was clear that her coat hadn't been able to handle the downpour.

Another clap of thunder - the loudest one of the night so far - made Carol scream. She grabbed hold of me and pressed her face against my shoulder. I could feel her breasts against me. That was... unexpected.

Carol was fifteen or sixteen, I knew, and her body was already quite developed. I'd seen her walking and biking by often, and especially in the summer, that was a very pleasant sight.

"Have a seat. Would you like something to drink?"

She asked for tea. Luckily, I had a few varieties on hand. Instead of sitting down, she followed me and watched as I made the tea. She asked if I had apple tea.

"You're in luck. I still have some."

"Yay, yummy." Every now and then she checked her phone, and I asked if she was waiting for something important. "No. It's more of a habit."

Another clap of thunder followed, making her scream again. The phone almost fell out of her hands. "I really hate thunderstorms..."

The tea was ready in no time, and we sat down on the couch. Me with my glass of wine, she with the tea. We watched the movie for a while, though I'd lost track of the plot by then. When she asked what the movie was about, I started laughing.

"I don't remember. It was just getting exciting when you rang the doorbell."

"Oh. Sorry."

I said it didn't matter, because the sound was almost inaudible over the rain and thunder. I put on a documentary. At least that was easy to follow.

The bad weather continued to rage and seemed to be getting worse. Carol's phone beeped. She read a message, to which she said, "Oh, fuck." And "Sorry" again.

"What's going on?"

"Their car won't start. Mom and Dad are staying there for the night." Carol looked anxious. "Can I stay here tonight? I'd rather not be alone in the house with this weather."

"Sure. Just let your parents know, and I'll get the guest room ready."

I walked upstairs, and she followed right behind me, clearly curious about where she'd be staying.

"Do you think this will work?" I asked once everything was ready. It wasn't much work.

"Yeah, I think so."

Another clap of thunder, right above us. Carol screamed and grabbed hold of me again.

"Sorry, " she said, pressing herself against me. I wrapped my arms around her for a moment, trying desperately not to feel her breasts. Mission impossible, of course. "It's just ridiculous how scared I am of thunderstorms."

"Maybe I have some earplugs for you, " I said. "Or some cotton balls."

She looked up at me and smiled. "That would be nice."

"Good." I struggled to resist giving her a pat on the butt. Why did she fit so perfectly against my body!

We went back to the living room, more wine and more tea, and turned off the TV because it wasn't going to be any good tonight. Carol sent a text to her parents about the sleeping arrangements and immediately got a reply saying she'd handled it well. She even let me read it.

Then I noticed she was shivering and asked if she was cold.

"Yes. My clothes got pretty wet when I tried calling at the De Vries place."

"You should've said so! Off to the bathroom for a hot shower with you. There are towels and two thick bathrobes hanging there. The blue one's mine, the white one's for guests - so it's for you."

"Thank you, " she said, and hurried to the shower.

Because of the noise from the rain on the windows, I couldn't hear if the water was running or if she'd found everything, so about five minutes later I walked to the bathroom, where the door was open. How strange. With the pleasant sensation of her breasts still on my mind, I peeked inside for just a moment. The mirror was already a bit fogged up, but I could see the shower stall and the naked girl from next door pretty clearly. She'd clearly found everything.

With a bulge in my pants and a sense of guilt, I returned to the living room. I found the earbuds, set them out, and flipped through a magazine until she came back, her long brown hair still damp, and wrapped in the white bathrobe.

"That was really nice." She sipped her undoubtedly cold tea but didn't say anything about it. "Nice shower here, too. The water is much hotter than at home."

The memory of a naked Carol in my shower flashed through my mind again. "Glad you enjoyed it, and that you're warm again."

"I hung my clothes up to dry."

"Good job."

The storm seemed to be letting up a bit, but I thought it was a nice idea to have her stay over.

It was late by the time we finally went to bed. I showed her where my bedroom was, in case she needed anything.

"Thank you, " she said, and again she held me for a moment. The bathrobe had fallen open a little when she let go of me, and I caught a glimpse of her breasts. Nice breasts, nothing wrong with them. "Good night." And with that, she disappeared into the guest room.

*

I woke up. Somewhere in the distance, I heard another huge clap of thunder. Jesus, was it ever going to stop? I sat up for a moment, and just then the bedroom door opened. Carol.

"Can I sleep here?" she asked, without preamble. "I can't keep those earplugs in and -"

I turned on the light. A flash and a bang outside made her scream again, and I could tell she wasn't faking it. She was genuinely scared.

"Um. Would your parents be okay with that?" I actually wanted to turn her down because I always slept naked.

"I don't know, but..." She let the bathrobe slip off her. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Of course not; she hadn't brought any clothes with her. She quickly slid under the blanket, next to me, pressing against me. Her big dark eyes looked at me almost pleadingly.

"Okay." I couldn't send that kid away while she was so scared, could I? With the lights off, I lay back down. It was a bit of a squeeze in my bed, which wasn't really meant for two people.

Carol turned around, pressing her butt against my lap. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." 'I guess, ' I added for myself. Suddenly I had a sixteen-year-old in my bed. A naked one, no less, and she hadn't even said that she was bothered by anything. Maybe she always slept naked, too.

Carefully, I put an arm around her, over the blankets. "Otherwise you'll fall out."

She grabbed my arm and pulled it under the blanket. "Warmer this way, " she whispered. "Good night."

"Good night, Carol."

*

On Saturdays, the alarm never went off. Saturday was a day off, so I could get up whenever I wanted. This Saturday was different. There was a naked girl in my bed, pressed tightly against me. My arm was around her, one hand resting on one of her breasts. My cock was hard and pressing somewhere between her legs. And it felt amazing.

Carol sighed softly.

"Are you awake?" I whispered.

"Uh-huh. For a while now. I've never slept in someone else's bed like this before, but this feels nice, " she whispered back, as if her parents might hear otherwise. She shifted slightly, and then I felt her fingers brush against the tip of my cock. "This, too."

"Um. Maybe-"

"No. I know we're not supposed to do this, " she said, "but I'm doing it anyway. I'm curious." Her free hand pressed mine a little tighter against her breast. "This feels good, too."

"That's true." It slipped out before I realized it.

Her fingers kept touching my cock head. "It's getting wet."

"That's because of you, " I said.

She looked back at me, her eyes shining in the little light filtering through the curtains. "Really?" She wiggled her hips a bit, driving me wild. Without even thinking about it, my thumb started caressing her breast, brushing against her nipple each time. She moaned softly. "This feel much better than when I do it myself."

Carefully, I rolled her nipple between my thumb and index finger. She moaned a little louder. Her fingers kept teasing my glans while she moved up and down occasionally. This was impossible, unheard of, wrong, I knew, but... also wonderful, and she had no intention of stopping.

"Do you want to put it in?"

I hadn't expected that question. "Are you serious?"

"Yes." She was already getting ready to position herself. My slippery cock wasn't cooperating very well, but she managed it. "I want this. And so do you - I can feel it." My hard cock slid a little way inside her. "Ahhh..."

"Does it hurt?" Her little cry startled me.

"No. It feels good..." She pushed her ass back a little, and I slid even deeper into her. To make it easier, I did the last bit myself. It felt heavenly - tight, snug, hot - and also totally wrong, but I couldn't stop.

Slowly, I started fucking her. From behind. In my bed. And she was enjoying it just as much as I was. I wondered how many cocks had been inside her before, and that thought made me even hornier. "Want me to keep doing this, or do you want something else?" I asked, as my cock slid through her.

"Something else?"

"Do you want to lie on your back? Sit on me? Do it -"

"Yes, sit on you!" She sounded enthusiastic.

I pulled my cock out of her and kicked the blankets aside. She climbed on top of me. My cock stood erect between her thighs, her breasts with their now defiantly hard nipples lay on my chest, and she looked at me, still beaming.

"This is the first time, " she whispered, then sat up, her knees on either side of my hips. She held my cock and looked at it. "It's thick." She smiled, but there was something feral about it. Carol moved up slightly and pushed my cock between her legs. It wasn't hard to find her soaking wet opening, and slowly she lowered herself onto me. She grabbed her breasts, closed her eyes, and repeated "Oh my God" several times as she began to ride me.

All my reservations vanished because of the sensation she managed to evoke with her pussy. I wanted to fuck her senseless, never let her go, and I started thrusting upward just as she came down. Our bodies made wet sounds together. She leaned her hands on my chest so I could take her even better, and I grabbed her breasts, played with her nipples, pulled gently on them, and slid a hand under her pussy to finger her.

"I'm going crazy, " she gasped. "This feels so crazy." And she just kept pumping up and down.

"I'm about to come, " I warned her.

"Yes. Do it. I want to feel it, " she gasped, picking up her pace just a little.

Thoughts of Carol getting pregnant flashed through my mind for a moment, but she was sixteen. She had to know what could happen. And then I came, unstoppable. My hot cum shot up inside her, and she kept pumping.

"Ohhh ohhh..." She stared intently at me as I ejaculated a few more times, to get the last drops out.

Then I moved my fingers again, which were still on her pussy. Three seconds later she collapsed on top of me, her body shaking, Carol panting and laughing as she clung to me and let her orgasm rage.

We lay there like that for quite a while, even after my cock had gone soft again and slipped out of her cum-filled pussy on its own.

"That was so good, " she whispered. "Can I come sleep over again tonight?"

I wrapped my arms around her. "I'd love that, but your parents are definitely going to think it's weird."

Carol nodded and sighed. "Yeah. Too bad. Maybe they'll be gone again tonight." She giggled as she said that.

Just then, a ringtone sounded in the distance. "Oh shit, my phone." She sat up straight and looked at me. Then she grabbed my limp cock and took it all the way into her mouth for a moment. It felt heavenly as she swirled her tongue around it. Then she stood up. "Gotta check it. Oh..."

She looked down, at where my cum was dripping out of her and running down her legs. She looked at me and beamed. "First time for me, too." Then she walked out of the room, while I wondered if this really was the first time she'd ever had sex.

Carol came back, the phone in her hand. "They'll be home in two hours. The car's being fixed right now." She walked over to the bed, put the phone down, and lay down on top of me again. "What can we do in those two hours..."

"Have breakfast?"

She moved back and forth, her breasts rubbing against my chest. "I think we could call it that."