Scream For Me

NORA

It's not stalking if the guy is your dad's best friend, right?

That's what I tell myself as I sit in my car with a pair of

binoculars stuck to my eyes. This is a totally sane thing for an 18-year-old to be doing on a Friday night. Not nutty at all. The truth is that I'm just waiting to see if anyone comes by about the room he just put up for rent.

The room I'm planning on renting.

Ethan lives pretty close to the college campus, so I'm sure there's going to be a ton of people interested in it, and I can't let any of them get it. Just the thought of some other young girl living so close to him has me gritting my teeth. That can't happen.

As soon as I see his black Jeep pull in the driveway, I breathe a sigh of relief and let all the tension run out of me. Just the sight of him makes me happy. The streetlights aren't bright enough to completely illuminate him, but it's enough for me to see his light brown hair and broad shoulders. I watch him walk to his front door, marveling at how anyone can look so damn sexy just walking. He just looks so confident and powerful, and I can't help but squirm a little bit in my seat.

Once he's inside, I force myself to wait. I can't just go barging in the second he gets home. It will look way too obvious. Moving my ass around some more, I try to get comfortable, but now I'm all wet after seeing him, and I'm having a really hard time focusing on anything else.

Movement catches my eye, and I bring my attention back to Ethan's house. He hasn't pulled the curtains shut, and I can see him pacing the length of his room. He's talking to somebody on his cell, and oh sweet Jesus, he's taken his T-shirt off. A small groan escapes me when I run my eyes over all that magnified muscle. The binoculars make it seem like he's close enough to touch, and all I can think about is running my body all over that hard flesh.

Without consciously making the decision to do so, my right hand is moving up my inner thigh and diving beneath my skirt. For a brief moment, I remember where I am. Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to masturbate in a fucking parked car with a pair of binoculars pressed to my eyes?

My fingers edge under my wet panties telling me that yes, I definitely am. I'm beyond wet, and my finger easily slides all the way in. I grip the binoculars tighter as my breathing picks up. Ethan has stopped pacing and turned toward the window. I know he can't see me. He's not even looking in my direction, but a thrill shoots through me nonetheless, and I start to rub my clit faster. God, his body is a thing of beauty. My eyes roam over his defined abs before going back to his pecs and broad shoulders.

Working my hand faster, I feel the beginnings of the orgasm already starting. Right as it starts to wash over me, I raise the binoculars so I can see his face. The golden stubble on his cheeks, his full, kissable lips, and when I see his gorgeous green eyes, I moan his name into my empty car and cum with a fierceness that leaves me shaking.

I lazily rub my clit, moaning when it sends little aftershocks of pleasure all through me. Dropping the binoculars, I notice that I've fogged up my windows. God, it looks like I've been doing some heavy making out in here. Nope, good neighbors of Ethan, I've just been fucking myself in my car while parked on your lovely street. Once I start giggling, I can't stop. By the time I get control of myself, I have tears running down my face, and I'm starting to worry about my sanity.

This is what happens when you become completely obsessed with an older man and keep yourself a virgin for him. You go nuts! Well, all that's about to change. I'm going to rent this room, and I'm going to make Ethan mine. Soon, I'll be fucking that gorgeous man in the window, and there will be no more solo sessions in my car.

With a smile, I pull down my skirt and open the door. I look up at his window right as he looks over at me, and the wide smile he gives me sends a shiver of excitement up and down my spine. By the time I get to his door, he's already ended the call and is standing there in nothing but a pair of jeans. For a moment I can't speak. All I can do is stare at his amazing body and hope I'm not drooling.

When I manage to bring my eyes to his face, there's a very amused look in his green eyes. I also can't help but notice the heat in them, even if he does try to hide it. Very briefly his eyes run down my body, and I know he's taking in my braless tits and the short skirt I'm wearing.

Unfortunately, he doesn't act on any of that, though. Instead, he brings his eyes back to mine and gives me a big smile, ushering me in.

"What are you up to, Nora?"

I try not to hide my disappointment when he grabs the T-shirt he'd been wearing and throws it back on. I watch as that gorgeous body disappears from view, one perfect inch at a time.

When I look back at him, he looks as if he's trying not to laugh. I feign ignorance and go sit on his couch. He sits down at the other end and tilts his body so he can see me, resting his arms on the side and back of the couch and propping his ankle on his knee. I desperately want to crawl and sit in his lap, but muster up the restraint to stay where I am.

He lifts an eyebrow at me, waiting.

"Well, I wanted to talk to you about something," I say, suddenly very, very nervous.

"Is everything okay?" He looks at me a little worried and then adds, "You look really flushed. Are you feeling okay?"

A part of me dies of embarrassment right then and there. I want to say, Yes, I'm fine, just really fucking horny, and the reason I'm flushed is because I just fucked myself while watching you through a pair of binoculars like a fucking insane person!

Instead of opting for brutal honesty, I say, "I'm fine, just a bit nervous I guess."

"Nervous about what?"

"Well, I need to ask you something, and I don't want you to say no."

He gives me a sweet smile that makes me forget everything else for a few seconds. God, his green eyes are gorgeous. They're almond shaped with dark lashes and the green is so vibrant that it takes my breath away every time I look into them.

This time he does laugh. "Just say it, Nora. You know I could never say no to you about anything."

That makes me smile, and I move my body so I'm facing him better.

"I saw that you have a room for rent."

His eyes widen a bit when he realizes where this is going. I hold my hand up to stop any excuses that might come out of his beautiful mouth.

"You know I'm starting the university in the fall, and your house is so much closer. Plus, I've been saving for the last year, so I can easily afford the rent you're asking." When he doesn't immediately say anything, I put my hands together and try flat-out begging. "Please, Ethan. I'll be the perfect roommate. I promise. Please!"

He sighs and scrubs a hand over his face. "And what do you think your parents will say about this?"

I roll my eyes and bring my hands back to my thighs. "They'll probably say that a 30-minute drive to class isn't that big of a deal, but it is! Your house is so close that I can walk or bike to class. Think of the environment,

Ethan. This is really the right thing to do if you think about it."

He smiles at my logic, but says, "I don't know, Nora. I was kind of planning on renting to a grad student and preferably a guy just to avoid any awkward situations."

"Well, yeah, that makes sense, but it's me. You've known me my whole life, so you don't have to worry about it being awkward. Plus, who better to look out for me than you?"

I give him a sweet smile of my own and watch his resolve start to crumble.

"Do you at least want to see the room? You may not even like it."

I give an excited clap and stand up. He laughs and leads me down the hall. I've been in his house a million times, but I've never just wandered through his rooms. Although, I've been tempted on many occasions to sneak a quick peek into his bedroom.

He leads me to the spare room, and I'm downright giddy when I realize the room right to the left of it must be his bedroom because the other room is his home gym, and the door right across the hall is the bathroom. Opening the door, he flicks the lights on, and I'm thrilled to see it's furnished. There's a queen-sized bed, a chest of drawers, and there's even a small desk in the corner.

"It's perfect," I say to him before I've even taken a step into the room.

He laughs and waves for me to follow him in.

"It's pretty plain, but I imagine you can spruce it up a bit." When he sees my excited grin, he adds, "if you move in, that is."

"Oh, come on, it'll be perfect!" I practically beg. "We already know each other, so you won't have to worry about ending up with some weirdo, and I swear I'll pay my rent on time."

He grins at me and watches as I flop down onto the bed. I smile when I see his eyes drift to where my shirt has slid up, revealing several inches of stomach to him. I think about spreading my legs, but I don't want to scare him off, so I resist. I'll have plenty of time to lure him in once I'm living here.

When he brings his eyes back to mine, I'm surprised by the heat I see in them. I'm beginning to question whether or not I should just spread my legs when he scrubs a hand over his face and abruptly turns away.

I get up quickly and follow him out of the room. "Is everything okay?"

He grabs a bottle of water out of the fridge and when he offers me one, I shake my head no and watch as he guzzles it down. I bite my lip to keep from running my tongue along his neck and wait for him to finish.

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea," he finally says.

"Why?"

He gives a heavy sigh before running a hand through his hair. "I don't know. Maybe living with my best friend's 18-year-old daughter isn't the best idea."

"Well, I think it's a great idea."

He gives me a soft smile. "Okay, then. Let's go talk to your parents. If they agree to it, then I'll help you move in tonight."

"Wait, what?" My mind races as I try to come up with some way to avoid this. I have no idea what my parents will think about this, but I know if they say no, then there's no way in hell Ethan will let me move in.

"Come on," he says, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me toward the door. "You can drive us over there."

A sense of absolute dread rushes over me when I remember the binoculars I left in the front seat.

ETHAN

I try not to laugh at how flustered Nora is. She's clearly been planning this for a while, and I'm curious how far she'll take it. She

fidgets nervously as I lock the front door. I can't deny that a big part of me wants to reach down and pull her petite body close to mine. Hell, I'd like to do a whole lot more than that, and that's probably reason enough right there to not let her move in with me, but, damn, I can't deny that I'd really like to have her so close to me. I feel protective of her to a ridiculous degree. If she's living with me, then I can make sure she's safe.

I'm just trying to look out for my best friend's daughter.

I want to roll my eyes at my own bullshit. Yeah, I want to watch out for her, but I also want to fuck her. My eyes keep straying to the tiny skirt she's wearing. It's giving me brief glimpses of her perfect ass as she leads us to her car, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from letting out a groan. This is a very bad idea.

The closer we get to her car, the weirder Nora starts acting.

"Give me just a sec, and I can clean up," she says, trying to block my way to the passenger door.

"Oh, that's okay," I say, gently pushing her aside so I can see in. "I mean, if we're going to be roomies, then I should probably see what I'm getting myself into, right?"

She nervously twists a dark strand of hair around her finger as I open the door and lean into the car. The first thing I notice is a pair of binoculars sitting on the front seat, and the second thing I notice has me letting out a small groan that I hope Nora hasn't heard. If it wasn't for the deep blush on her cheeks, then I would think I was imagining the faint scent of her pussy still lingering within her car.

I lift my eyes from her binoculars and quirk an eyebrow at her.

She fixes her beautiful blue eyes on something in the distance and shrugs her small shoulders. "I've recently taken up birdwatching." "Well, that is interesting," I say, trying very hard to not laugh.

Had she just been watching me while she fucked herself in her car? That would explain her flushed appearance when I'd first seen her on my doorstep. There was definitely a hunger to her eyes, but ever since she turned 18, I've noticed that she's looking at me like that more and more, and it's getting harder and harder to ignore.

I get into her car and inhale the sweet scent of her pussy. Awesome. I can now go talk to her parents while sporting a massive hard-on for their daughter. While she walks around to the driver's side, I can't help but lift the binoculars and look at my front window. I smile when I realize it immediately gives me a perfect view of where I'd just been standing, shirtless no less. Holy shit! She really had been masturbating in here. Just the idea of it has my cock growing to a painfully large size.

When she opens her door, I hold them out to her and try very hard to not imagine her rubbing one out in this very car. "You should probably keep these close in case we stumble across any rare bird species on our way."

I can't hold back the laughter when she grabs them out of my hand and tosses them into the backseat.

"I don't see what's so funny." She avoids my eyes and pulls out onto the road. "There's nothing wrong with having a pair of binoculars in your car."

"Oh, definitely not," I agree. "Just be careful if you're going to start spying on my neighbors. I'd hate for any of them to think I'm a perv."

She doesn't respond, just lets out a cute little huff of air. I study her while she drives, noticing the way her already short skirt is barely covering her pussy now. The shirt she's wearing is skintight, and she's clearly not wearing a bra. The curve of her tits is driving me crazy, and seeing how hard her nipples are has me biting my tongue to keep my mouth off them.

Do I really want to put myself through this kind of torture on a daily basis? I'm not sure I can handle it, but I also know the idea of her not being near doesn't seem like an option. I'd rather have her with me, I decide, even if I can't touch her.

When she pulls into her parents' driveway, I give her a smile. "You ready to do some convincing?"

Instead of smiling back, she looks scared to death. Her hands are still gripping the steering wheel, and she's making no effort to get out of the car.

I lean toward her and rest my hand on her forearm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Everything okay?"

The shakiness in her voice surprises me when she says, "I just really want to do this, and I know you won't let me unless they agree to it."

"Well, then we'll just have to make sure they agree to it."

The smile she gives me makes me want to pull her into my arms. I know it's going to be pure torture to live with her and not be able to be with her how I want to be, but I'll do anything to keep that sad look off her face, even if it guarantees me a constant, painful erection.

"Thanks, Ethan," she practically squeals, and before I realize what's happening, she's thrown her body across the seat and flung her arms around me.

Without thinking, I immediately wrap my arms around her, holding her small body even tighter against me. God, she feels so perfect in my arms. She nuzzles her face against my neck, and I smile when I feel her breathe me in. Her tits feel amazing pressed up against me. I want to rip her shirt off and wrap my mouth around them, but instead, I kiss the top of her head and gently peel her off me.

She gives me a shy smile when she's safely back on her side of the car. "I think it would be better if I bring it up," I tell her before opening my door.

The look of pure relief that washes over her face has me smiling as I step out of the car. She quickly gets out and follows me up the sidewalk.

"Thank you!" she whispers before we walk inside.

Ben and Steph are sitting on the sofa watching a sitcom when we step through the door. They immediately shut it off, and Ben waves me into the kitchen and gets me a beer. I've known him since we were kids, but I'm still not sure how he's going to take this living arrangement idea.

"Thanks, man," I say, taking the cold beer from him.

"So what are you two up to?" he asks, opening one for himself.

I lean back against the counter and take a drink of the beer before answering. "She was just asking me some questions about college and the commute and stuff."

"Ah, yeah, she's been complaining about the 30-minute drive." He shakes his head and laughs. "You'd think it was the longest drive on the planet."

I laugh with him and give Nora a small smile when I see her walk in with her mom. It's now or never, I guess.

"Well, I was planning on renting out my extra bedroom. I don't ever use it, and I remember how much I appreciated the room I was able to rent when I was a grad student."