Chapter 470 - Beginning Anew by ScumDumpster69

"Mom, I'm 18," Marcus whined, watching his mother pack her suitcase while she quietly hummed to herself.

"Exactly!" she bubbled. "Which is why you're now old enough for us to leave you for a week or two. Or three. Who knows how long we'll be gone."

"That's not what I meant... Why do I need to leave as well? Can't I just watch over the house? On my own?"

She gave him a condescending look. "Now, Marcus, you may technically be an adult, but watching the house for several weeks is a lot of responsibility. I'm not sure we can entrust you with that yet."

Marcus opened his mouth to give her a snappy retort, but decided against it in the last second. He knew there was no point in speaking back to his mother whenever she had made up her mind. The only one who had the power to sway her was his father, but alas, he had already gone to the airport immediately after work.

"Fine," he sighed after a few seconds of silence, just as his mother at last seemed to be done packing what seemed like a whole year's worth of items. "This is all just... a bit sudden. Who's going to take care of me anyway? Grandma?"

"Even better," his mother said, her voice strained as she used her body weight to keep the suitcase shut while closing the zipper. "Natalie volunteered. So at least you won't be far from home."

Marcus' jaw dropped. "Natalie?!" he snapped. "You're gonna make me stay with Natalie?!"

His mother looked at him, confusion evident on her face. "What's the problem? She's friendly, and I know she's always been fond of you."

Marcus stayed quiet. His body quivered in frustration, but there was nothing he could say to properly express his feelings. Natalie, their neighbour across the street, was indeed friendly, that much was true. But that wasn't the problem. The problem was how she treated Marcus in specific. How she always bent down to match his height whenever they spoke, how she put on a high pitched, childish voice, and how she always offered him ice cream cones or lemonade. Being treated like that would have creeped most people out, but in Marcus' case it only made him angry, as every encounter he had with her reminded him of how he hadn't grown an inch in several years and now stood at a pathetic five feet in height.

The thought of spending more than a day with her made him sick to his stomach, no matter how kind and friendly she was. A whole three weeks was probably better spent with his demented grandmother, and that's saying a lot. But at this point it was too late to change what was planned. Furthermore, seeing his mother excited to go on vacation did bring him a certain degree of joy, and he wasn't really in the mood to get into an argument about something that was ultimately quite trivial just before she was leaving.

"Can I at least bring my stuff?" Marcus asked, his tone low and defeated. "Like... my guitar?"

His mother chuckled in amusement and tilted her head condescendingly. "What, you're telling me you can't live without your guitar for a few weeks? During the summer? You should be spending your time outside with friends."

He already knew she was going to say that. One way or another, she always seemed to feel the need to reiterate how displeased she was about how Marcus chose to spend his time. But what his mother didn't understand was that most of his friends were just like him in that regard, preferring to stay inside and keeping in touch online. After all, that's why they were friends in the first place.

His mother stared at him for a short while, then let out a sigh of defeat. "Alright, fine. You could really stand to work on your social skills a bit though, no offense."

"Thanks, mom..." he mumbled, rolling his eyes and turning around to go to his room.

"We're leaving soon, so go pack your bag!" she shouted after him as he climbed the stairs to his room.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..." Unlike his mother, he didn't exactly have all that much to pack. While she had been at it for what seemed like a week, Marcus could easily make do with 10 minutes tops. Socks, underwear, a few T-shirts and shorts, some basic hygiene products... The only personal belonging that he valued was his beloved guitar, and even though he was forced to endure three weeks with Natalie, he knew that his stay couldn't be all that bad if he had it with him.

Ten minutes passed, after which Marcus had his large sports bag and guitar at his side while he waited for his mother at the door. It appeared that she was finished rummaging through the entire house, searching for her sunglasses or whatever other pointless garbage she had been mumbling about. With two huge suitcases that seemed ready to burst open, she at last came to join him, out of breath and sweating already.

"Did you bring swimming trunks?" she panted.

"No, I won't be going swimming," Marcus said dismissively, putting on his coat.

"Of course you will! Natalie has a new pool you know."

Marcus shot her an irritated glance. "So what? I don't wanna use it."

"Oh, come on!" she pestered. "She was so excited to let you use it! At least bring them just in case, will you?"

Without saying a word back, Marcus merely shook his head in annoyance as he walked past his mother, back up the stairs to his room. He looked through his closet for all of three seconds, grabbing the best pair of swimming trunks he had, then made his way back down to the front door.

"Here. Now let's go."

While they both struggled just in getting the heavy luggage off the floor, they nonetheless managed to carry it out of the front door and onto the street. And right in front of them, Marcus' destination awaited. It was a nice looking house, newly painted in a milky white hue, with a small front yard with vibrantly colored flowers dotting several bushes lined along the lawn, and a well-kept cobblestone path connecting the sidewalk to the front door. The entire place had a modern, very "summery" feel to it, and was quite frankly a lot cozier-looking than Marcus' home, so at least there was some merit to having to live there.

As he watched his mother stroll up to Natalie's front door after having left her suitcases by the street, Marcus lagged behind a bit, almost tempted to make a run for it while his mother wasn't looking. There was something shameful about two women deciding something so significant as where he was going to live for such a long period of time, and dropping the news on him completely out of the blue, no less. He was nervous, but his nervosity was nothing compared to the anger he felt as he pictured the smug look on Natalie's face that she so frequently flaunted whenever they saw each other. Was he really ready for this?

Nevertheless, his mother rang the doorbell, while Marcus remained a few feet behind her, hoping that she would take care of the talking. Within as little as three seconds, the door opened up with a quick swing, and as much as Marcus would have liked to avert his eyes, they were immediately drawn to the bright smile on Natalie's pale face and the streak of freckles across her nose and high cheekbones like that of a supermodel. For a split second he forgot about any hard feelings he had towards her as his gaze traveled from her head to her toes. It was impossible to deny that she was an attractive woman, but right now she was practically radiating. If Marcus didn't know any better he would have thought that she had prettied herself up just for his visit.

"Hey, welcome!" she said, parting her full, red lips to reveal her pearly white rows of teeth. Her gorgeous emerald eyes, paired with a contrasting, warm pink eyeshadow, gave Marcus' mother a quick glance before they made contact with his own, and in that same moment her warm smile changed into that annoying, smug look that he hated with all his heart.

"Hi," his mother replied in a cheery tone. "I hope we didn't come at a bad time?"

"Not at all! I've had nothing to do today anyway. Plus, I've been looking forward to some company over the summer."

Marcus' mother let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you again for this. I don't know how I can possibly repay you."

"Ah, nevermind that," Natalie dismissed. "Getting to spend time with Marcus is all the payment I need."

Suddenly Marcus found himself stared at by both Natalie and his mother, and he understood that staying silent would inevitably make things more awkward than they needed to be. "... I look forward to staying with you," he said, struggling to appear as friendly as possible, not even managing to fake a smile. He could see the disappointment in his mother's eyes from his half-assed excuse of a greeting. Oblivious as she was, all she saw was no doubt merely his shyness at work once again, without knowing the full extent of how he truly felt about Natalie.

Before anyone had the chance to say anything in response however, a car could be heard pulling up on the other side of the street. "Oh, that's my cab!" his mother exclaimed. "Gotta run! Take care of yourself, sweetie!" She came in for a tight hug, having to lean down slightly as to even out their heights.

"Bye mom... Have a nice trip." He hugged her back just as tightly, almost wishing that the moment would last forever. He knew that when she let go of him he wouldn't see her for another three weeks, and God knew how those three weeks might play out. A tear even ran down his cheek, which he promptly wiped away before it had the chance to stain his mother's shirt.

But unfortunately not before Natalie had a chance to see it. Marcus looked at her as he continued to hug his mother, but contrary to what he would have expected, the smug look on her face had faded. She just stared at him with her eyes half closed and a faint little smirk, absent-mindedly twirling a lock of her wavy, dark brown hair. A shudder went through Marcus' spine, as his feelings of distaste for her once again subsided in favor of something closer to the feeling of awe. But only for a moment.

"Okay, honey, you really gotta let me go now."

"Huh?" he replied, barely paying attention to his mother's words, his mind still adrift from his secret admiration for Natalie's mysterious charms. "Oh, right, sorry." Hesitantly, he let go of her, receiving a loving smile in return while she cupped his cheek.

"Call me if anything happens, alright?"

"I will..."

"Bye, Natalie!" she said, giving a wave of her hand while making her way to pick up her suitcases on the sidewalk. "And thanks again!"

"Don't mention it," came Natalie's reply in a strangely joyful tone, almost as though she was singing out the words.

Marcus let out a sigh as he watched his mother load her luggage into the trunk of the car with a big smile on her face. He was happy for her, he really was. She deserved some time off. But it was doubtful if her happiness was worth trading for his own.

"Let's head inside, shall we?" he heard Natalie say from behind.

Slowly, Marcus turned around to face the inevitable. There she stood, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed and that same strange smirk from moments ago still lingering on her lips. There was something frightening about her, something that made her feel unapproachable, something other than what he already disliked about her. But even so, he decided to finally muster some courage and get it over with.

"Yeah..."

"I see you brought your guitar. Want me to carry it inside for you?"

Of course she would say that. Still treating him like a child, after all these years. Hell, they hadn't even seen each other in a good six months. He had hoped that maybe, just maybe she would treat him with more respect now, especially considering the fact that he had turned 18 years old.

"No, it's fine," he mumbled, his tone slightly irritated but not to an extent that was noticeable to Natalie.

"Let me carry your bag at least," she urged, already making her way down the cobblestone path.

Before Marcus could say anything in protest, she bent down to pick up his bag, giving the shy boy a view that he would never forget. Her thick, round ass, concealed only by a thin, white summer dress, its flower pattern distorting as the tight fabric clung to the cleft of her ass and around her womanly hips. Whether it was all in Marcus' head that time seemed to slow down as he watched the lewd display or if Natalie lingered in her bent over position on purpose remained unknown to him. But regardless, he made sure to savor every second.

By the time Natalie stood up and turned around to face her guest, he had already looked away. "Alright!" she beamed. "Come on inside! It's almost dinnertime!" With that, she spun around and made her way back inside, swaying her hips and humming a joyful tune to herself.

Marcus let out a sigh before following along, trying to shake the image of her wide hips, as to avoid getting a noticeable hard-on within as little as five minutes of having been in her presence. He would have to be strong, starting now. Sure, she was attractive, but that was it. Looks alone weren't enough to sway his opinion of her, not by a long shot.

"You like barbecue?" she asked, her head turned back towards him as she continued into the guest room on the left side of the hallway.

"Uh, yeah. I do."

Natalie giggled softly as she put his bag on the bed, while he remained in the hallway just outside. "I hoped so, because I've already prepared it." She walked back out the door, and without any regard for personal space put one hand on Marcus' shoulders, while the other one pointed at the line of wardrobes along the wall. "Go ahead and unpack your stuff while I get the grill ready, alright?"

"O-okay," he stammered, his nostrils hit with her sweet, womanly scent.

"I'll be on the porch!" she exclaimed gleefully as she pranced away down the hallway.

Marcus judgmentally shook his head as he went to unpack. He just knew that all that energy she had would start getting on his nerves really soon, seeing how he was the polar opposite in that aspect. Perhaps she wouldn't mind if he isolated himself in the guest room during his stay? Though his mother certainly would, were she to find out...

Only a couple of minutes later, the smell of burning coal started to seep into the room, just as he finished up unpacking his things. He sighed, deciding to just take the bull by the horns and face her. With nervous steps, he walked out into the hallway and followed the smell of the grill out to the porch, where Natalie had prepared various pieces of meat, all covered in a dark marinade. There was pork, beef, sausage, even a plate of mushrooms, peppers and onions, all ready to be thrown onto the grill as well, and on the table a few feet away, a bowl of coleslaw and a tray of roast potatoes were waiting. It looked like she had really gone all out.

Natalie stood hunched over with tongs in her hand, loading the grill with meat and vegetables when she saw Marcus standing in the doorway. "There you are! All done unpacking?"

"Yeah..." Once again, he found his eyes drawn to her curves, which were now even more accentuated as she leaned forward.

"Good!" she said. "Hope you're hungry."

"Do you... want help?" Marcus asked, blushing a little. Not that he wanted to help her, but it was probably expected of him to at least ask.

"No way!" she said. "You're my guest. Just sit your cute little tush down by the table."

Marcus went dead silent. Cute little tush...? he thought to himself, cringing internally. There really was no end to her humiliating remarks.

Nevertheless, he went to sit down, faced with the mouth-watering view of the massive tray of steaming potatoes, all covered in oil, sea salt and herbs. He stared at it longingly, appreciating the fact that it served as the perfect distraction from Natalie's presence. He could only hope that it tasted as good as it looked, so that the imminent awkwardness that would ensue as they ate dinner together wouldn't be completely unbearable.

With a clang, Natalie closed the lid to the grill and turned to Marcus. "You can try some potatoes if you're getting hungry," she said, handing him a metal spatula. "The meat is gonna take a few minutes to get ready."

"Oh, sure..." he mumbled, grabbing the spatula.

"Have some coleslaw as well," she urged him, shoving the big bowl across the table, towards him.

"Thanks..."

Natalie looked at him silently for a second, while he steered clear of eye contact entirely as he scooped up some potatoes. "Hey, Marcus?" she said, trying to keep her tone as friendly as possible. She knew that she had to do something to relieve some tension between them, Marcus being the shy boy that he was.

"Yeah...?"

"I'm aware that we don't really know each other that well... but I hope that you're not too uncomfortable staying here?"

A strong feeling of guilt suddenly washed over Marcus. Not once had he even considered how visible his disdain had been, assuming that was what triggered Natalie into asking him something like that. Why else would she suddenly spring such a loaded question onto him, if not for having sensed that he wasn't enjoying himself?

He nervously scratched his neck. "It's fine..." he mumbled. "I just wish I would have been told about it sooner."

"Sooner?" Natalie asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "Didn't your parents tell you about their trip long ago?"

"... No? They mentioned it for the first time yesterday."

"Huh... That's strange. Your mother told me about it like two weeks ago..."

Marcus stared at her in disbelief. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," she said. "They seemed to have everything planned already."

Marcus clenched his fist in frustration. Although honestly, he wasn't even that surprised. It wasn't unlike his parents, especially his mother, to do something like this, and he immediately understood the reasoning behind it: They didn't want to give him any chance to utter protests, or try to weasel his way out of staying with Natalie. And perhaps that was somewhat understandable, but there was definitely a certain humiliating aspect to having been kept in the dark like that, as if he was nothing more than a... well, a child.

Suddenly, a loud hissing noise could be heard from the grill. "Oh, shoot!" Natalie exclaimed, quickly making her way over to it and taking the lid off. She began flipping the various pieces of meat and vegetables with such speed and skill that you would think that she was a middle-aged dad in disguise. When she was finished, she reached out with her hand towards Marcus. "Here, give me your plate. Meat's almost done."

"Oh... Here."

"Thank you..." she replied, an almost flirtatious tone to her voice. "Now, what kind of meat do you like? Anything?"

Marcus shrugged. "Yeah, anything I guess... But I love sausage."

A sudden silence invaded their already stale conversation as Natalie glanced at him, a grin slowly spreading across her lips. "Yeah, I figured," she cooed, turning back to the grill and beginning to load his plate with a little bit of everything... but mostly sausage. "You look like the sausage-loving type..."

"... Uh... do I?" Marcus blurted, trying to decipher what that could mean. Was she calling him... gay? "Why is that?"

"Dunno. Just a feeling I had." Before long, the plate in her hand was stacked with meat upon meat, sausage upon sausage, an amount that was vastly disproportionate to the amount of potatoes that was already on it. She proceeded to put it back on the table in front of Marcus, the smoky, spicy steam hitting his face serving as a sample of the flavors that awaited. "Dig in! And don't hold back! I have a lot of meat in store for you..." 

"Th-thanks..." Marcus stuttered. He looked down at the massive pile of juicy, fatty meat, and sausages whose skin had burst and crisped up around the edges, the various spices that were packed within them made visible in the little rifts along their slightly charred lengths. Needless to say, there were few sights as mouth-watering as that, especially on a warm summer evening like the one that they were enjoying right then and there. Well, perhaps "enjoying" was the wrong word, at least in Marcus' case...

Nevertheless, he could barely contain himself as he picked up a knife and fork, and immediately cut off a large chunk of sausage, spearing it on his fork along with a wedge of potato. He watched the marinade drip off it as he brought it to his mouth, and the moment it hit his tongue he almost forgot about the situation he was stuck in. The crispy skin, the smoky marinade, the spicy, meaty flavor... It was so perfectly cooked.

"Like it?" Natalie asked.

"Mhmm..." Slowly chewing the chunk of sausage, Marcus savored the flavor as best he could, while at the same time hurriedly cutting off another piece to stuff his mouth with.

"I'm glad. Just tell me if you want more when you're done."

"Okay," was all Marcus could muster in response, too busy taking in the view of the new, glistening piece of sausage on his fork to even look at her. He didn't even notice himself shutting his eyes in bliss as he began chewing the added piece. That is, until he could hear what sounded like a suppressed laughter from the other side of the table. He looked up to see Natalie sitting there, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, staring at him with a bright smirk on her face. The food on her plate remained untouched. "What...?" Marcus added.

Natalie let the held-back giggle escape her mouth like a little schoolgirl. "I'm just so glad to have you here!" she beamed. "It's like having a son to take care of!"

She received no answer from Marcus. Son... he thought to himself, trying his very hardest not to let his irritation show. Sure, she was a good six feet tall to his five, but only around ten years older than him, for God's sake. Why couldn't she just see him as an equal? Or at the very least as the adult that he per definition was? Oh, well... At least the food was good.

What followed afterwards was a dinner eaten during an almost completely one-sided conversation. Natalie talked about everything between heaven and earth, from her job, coworkers, and the fact that she was on paid leave for the weeks to come, to more embarrassing subjects, such as prodding Marcus about any information on his love interests. Virtually every reply that came out of his mouth was no longer than one word, and even so, Natalie was simply unable to take the hint that he preferred to eat in silence.

Hours passed, and finally, when bedtime came around, Marcus' ears were finally spared from further yapping. Natalie's house was thankfully outfitted with two bathrooms, which had allowed him to make himself ready for bed in peace. After a half-assed "goodnight" from him, and a rather bubbly, energetic one from her, he at last found himself with some much needed alone time in the guest room where he was to sleep. Whether it was later than he had realized, or if he was just more exhausted from his outgoing company, remained unclear, but one thing was for certain: He had never needed sleep as badly as in that moment.

Standing in the middle of the room, he practically ripped his clothes off himself, his body yearning for the soft embrace of the fancy guest room bed. He casually discarded the various pieces of clothing all over the room, perhaps taking the idiom "make yourself at home" a bit too literally, but when it came to Natalie, he didn't really give a damn. After pulling his shirt off he was at last ready to go to bed, now dressed in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, but just as he threw his shirt away onto one of the walls he noticed a mirror hanging on it.

He froze in place where he stood, face to face with his own reflection, inspecting himself from head to toe. Like any other person, he was used to seeing his own face in the bathroom mirror every morning, but rarely had he ever seen his almost naked body in its entirety like this. And now he found himself unable to look away... but for the wrong reasons.

Letting out a deep sigh, he was hit with a sudden feeling of shame and disappointment. He was reminded about the fact that not only was he as tall as a twelve year-old, his overall physique was no better. Skinny limbs, no visible pecs or abs, and just really frail-looking as a whole. Not to mention his almost complete lack of body hair and beard. With that said, he liked to think that his face was at least decent looking, in a youthful, timid sort of way, with modest yet shapely facial features.

Compared to Natalie though? In his eyes, he didn't even come close. Everything about her was so... striking. Her pale skin and contrasting dark brown hair, her beautiful green eyes, and of course her tall, curvaceous body were all impossible to not awaken some type of emotion in whoever was lucky enough to behold her, whether it be envy or lust. Marcus on the other hand was the definition of bland, at least according to himself. Brown, medium length hair, similarly brown eyes and a tan skin tone to boot... all bundled up in a tiny, weak frame. There was nothing about him that stood out, at least not in a positive way.

He shook his head and finally went to turn off the lights. There was no point in thinking about it any further, he knew that, but how could he not, with Natalie around to remind him of how pathetic he was? Not to mention that stupid mirror on the wall... Oh well. Another day passed meant another day closer to getting the hell away from that place, so in that sense, getting some sleep in was something to look forward to.

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"Marcus!"

Hearing his name called out along with the heavy knocks on the door almost sent Marcus jumping out of the bed. In a sweaty panic, he sat up and looked around as the foreign, yet irritatingly familiar surroundings of the guest room hit his retina. It was bright. Morning had finally come, bringing about another day of enduring his dreadful company.

The door suddenly swung open, and in popped Natalie's face, her gorgeous, dark locks hanging down the side of her head. "Marcus? You awake?"

Marcus, still panting, looked at her for a few seconds of silence. "Uh... yeah," he mumbled, wiping a few strands of brown hair out of his forehead. "What... uh, what time is it?"

"About eight thirty," Natalie said. "In other words, breakfast time! Get your butt out of bed!"

"O-okay... I'll be right there."

"You better!" she replied, flashing her teeth in a breathtaking smile and heading back the way she came.

Marcus barely registered her words. His mind was preoccupied with something else. Not only the lingering, vivid images that had crept into his mind while he had been sleeping, but also something that could only have been caused by said images. Something... wet. And sticky. Something that he prayed wasn't what he deep down knew that it was.

With a trembling hand, he slowly pulled the cover to the side, dreading to witness the mess that he had caused. But sure enough, it was there. A wet stain at the front of his underwear, one that had spread to the bed cover, like a large, gray spot on the otherwise perfectly white color. Had he really had a wet dream on his first night there? He couldn't even remember if he had ever had one before...

For the time being, he chose to just leave it there. He rose from the bed and promptly threw his underwear in his bag designated for dirty clothing, before putting on some fresh ones. A shower right about now would have been optimal, but that might have seemed suspicious, especially considering the fact that he had just told Natalie that he wouldn't take long. It would simply have to wait. Right now, he had to force himself to eat breakfast with her.

Natalie sat by the kitchen window with a cup of tea in her hand when Marcus arrived. "Good morning!" she chirped, smiling from ear to ear.

"Morning..." Marcus mumbled in response, his eyes blinded by the sunlight that enveloped the entire room, not to mention Natalie's beauty. She looked positively radiant where she sat, with lips painted a bright red, and her striking eyes enveloped by the same sparkling, pink eyeshadow from the day before. What was different this time around was her hair. Instead of wearing it loose, she had it tied up into loose pigtails just below her ears, giving her a youthful, almost innocent look... and of course, an undeniably attractive one.

She ushered him closer with a wave of her hand. "Don't just stand there! Come have some breakfast!"

"Oh... Sure." He nervously made his way over to the breakfast table and sat down on the opposite side of Natalie, who seemed to trace his every step.

"So... did you sleep well?" she asked him as he reached for some cereal and began pouring it into the bowl that she had placed before him. "How was the bed?"

He was instantly reminded of the mess that he had woken up to. "It was... good. Nice and soft."

"That's good," Natalie said. "Thought I couldn't help but notice that you looked a bit... distressed when I walked in. Or maybe I was just imagining things?"

Marcus felt a bead of sweat run down his temple. "Oh, I was just... having a nightmare," he lied... only to immediately regret it.

"Aww, you poor baby!" Natalie exclaimed, doing her trademark, condescending head-tilt.

I fucking knew it... Marcus thought to himself. He stared at the milk that he was slowly filling his bowl with, but even so, just seeing Natalie in the corner of his eyes was enough to piss him off.

"Next time that happens, come tell me, alright? I'll console you anytime."

"I'll remember that," he mumbled back with a half-assed smile on his lips.

Natalie smiled back, only with ten times the intensity. "Hey, listen..." she began, checking the time on her phone. "I'm gonna go buy some food for the next few days. You wanna come with me? I figured you could pick out something that you like."

Marcus swallowed a mouthful of cereal. "Umm... How long will it take?"

"Only an hour or so. I still wanna make sure we have enough time to have some fun today... You know?"

"Right..." he said. He wasn't too excited over what her idea of "fun" was, but there was a silver lining to what she had planned: An hour of solitude. And he was damn well going to take advantage of that. "I'm... actually still a bit tired. Is it okay if I stay here?"

"Of course!" Natalie beamed without any hesitation.

"Thanks."

Natalie checked the time again. "... Okay, so, I'd hate to seem stressful, but would you mind if I took off now?"

Marcus' face practically lit up. "No, that's fine with me," he said, his tone as friendly as he could manage.

"Great! I'll be on my way then." She rose from her seat, bringing her used plate with her as she sauntered over to the sink, every step she took emphasizing her gorgeous body. This time, she was once again wearing a summer dress similar to the one from the day before, only this one was even shorter. So short in fact that it only concealed her thick ass, leaving her long, smooth thighs perfectly visible.

Marcus sat in silence, blushing like a little kid getting his first glimpse of a woman's curves, all while Natalie whistled cheerily in obliviousness as she continued out into the hallway. After a short time of her presumably putting on a coat or whatnot, the sound of the front door opening could finally be heard.

... But the moment it slammed shut, Marcus immediately started panting deliriously. The past ten minutes or so during which they had sat together at the breakfast table had been nothing short of torture, all because he couldn't shake the thought of what had taken place in his sleep moments before. He realized that claiming to have had a nightmare made him appear even more childish than he already did, but it was the best excuse that he could have come up with.

And really, how could he possibly have told her the true nature of what he had dreamt of? How could he have told her that the reason that he had woken up with such alarm was that his sleeping self had ejaculated to the vivid mental images of the two of them having hot, passionate sex? Especially considering the one detail that stood out about it. The fact that, in his dream, Natalie wasn't the one getting fucked by him... It was Marcus who was the one taking what the beautiful woman for some reason was carrying between her legs... A long, thick cock that dwarfed his own unimpressive one...

What the fuck is wrong with you, Marcus?! he thought to himself, using both hands to slap himself in the face. Get your shit together! Shaking his head as if to rid himself of the images that lingered in his mind, he rose from his seat, took his bowl with him to the sink, before making his way back to his room. He was still damn well going to put the one hour of alone time to good use, and thankfully, he knew the perfect distraction from the thoughts that tormented him.

There it stood, leaning against the wall. His guitar, the only form of entertainment he had during the long weeks in front of him. With a content yet somehow melancholic sigh, he grabbed it and was about to sit down on the bed, but stopped in his tracks. The thought hit him that it might be for the best to stay out of his room for the time being, lest he be reminded of what he so desperately tried not to think about.

He settled on taking his guitar with him to the porch. It was still rather early, but it was a nice summer day, and what better way to relax on one's own than to play some tunes in the sun? And those fancy, padded loungers that awaited outside looked inviting to say the least...

Once sitting, Marcus wasted no time in tuning his guitar, after which he gave it a few test strums. This was quickly followed by him transitioning to playing a few chords and various short melodies, until it all seemed to seamlessly merge together. It didn't take long for him to be lost in the music, like always when he played his guitar. That was one of the reasons he loved it so much; it was a way of forgetting all of life's worries for a moment, and Marcus was a person who spent a lot of time worrying.

Minutes passed like seconds as he kept on playing, eventually moving on to a song that he had spent an especially long time practicing at home. It was a ballad dating several decades back, one that he felt spoke to him on an emotional level, and one that definitely took a respectable amount of skill. Themes like the feeling of inadequacy and self-hatred were what the song was mainly about, although the message it ultimately portrayed was one of hope.

"Sounds good."

Immediately ceasing the movement of his fingers, a shiver went through Marcus' spine as he heard the voice behind him. He turned around, being hit with a mix of surprise and annoyance at seeing Natalie standing there, leaning against the doorframe, smiling. While he had not kept track of time, it had definitely not been an hour yet. More like 30 minutes.

"I-I thought you said you would be gone for an hour..." he blurted, his face red as a tomato.

Natalie shrugged as she walked out on the porch towards the lounger next to Marcus'. "Guess I'm a bit of a time pessimist," she said, sitting down. "But don't mind me, keep playing!"

Marcus glared at her in silence. Was she really expecting him to just keep playing with her awkwardly sitting next to him, quietly staring at him? She really had no respect for personal space, that much was certain.

"... I don't really like playing in front of people..." he mumbled.

"Aww, come on! Just a little bit? Pleeease?"

One look at her face was all it took for Marcus to know that she wasn't going to give up. "Fine..." he said after a drawn-out silence. "Just a little bit."

Natalie's face lit up. "Yay!" she bubbled, almost bouncing up and down in her seat. "Play the same one from before!"

Without another word, Marcus started over from the beginning, giving the guitar a few light, nervous strums to begin with. Feeling a bead of sweat run down his forehead, he tried his best to relax into the same passion with which he had played moments ago, but found it understandably difficult. He glanced at the dark-haired beauty, and to his surprise, the look on her face wasn't the typical smug, annoying one that he was used to. Instead, she looked... enthralled. Her eyes seemed locked onto the movements of Marcus' fingers as they continued to move across the strings of the guitar in a manner that was still rather quiet and awkward. But even so, she didn't seem to mind it at all.

A sudden surge of confidence hit him, prompting him to strike harder, bolder, louder, in tandem with the song reaching its peak in intensity. Soon enough his skillful fingers worked the guitar like a pro, showing off the result of the countless times he had played the song at home. For a moment he even forgot about his stage fright, almost as if it had converted into determination, in a chance to finally show off something that he was actually talented at.

Then, something unexpected happened. With impeccable timing of the harmony of Marcus' guitar, Natalie suddenly began singing, with the correct lyrics and in the perfect tune... but most importantly, with the voice of an angel. Marcus couldn't believe his ears. He couldn't stop himself from full-on staring at her as the soothing melody escaped her pretty lips, while she just sat there with her eyes closed, her body in a slight swaying from side to side along with the music.

Without a single missed note, the pair continued to play and sing for another minute or so, when the song eventually came to an end. A silence followed the final strum of Marcus' guitar, during which Natalie opened her eyes and immediately met Marcus' ones, that were still showing a clear feeling of amazement. For a moment, nobody said a word. They merely sat there, staring at each other, savoring the moment, yet hoping for the other to say something.

And that person turned out to be Natalie. "I love that song," she cooed softly, putting on the most genuine, warm smile she was capable of.

"... Me too," Marcus mumbled in response. For the first time ever with Natalie, the emotions that he went through from seeing her face were exclusively positive. In that moment he could barely even remember his usual hatred for her, and every second that passed by with their eyes locked only served to reinforce what an absolutely beautiful woman she was.

Looking down at the ground, a somber expression suddenly took over her pretty smile. "When I was your age, I used to listen to it all the time..." she continued. "It helped me get over my insecurities... and to accept myself for who I was."

Marcus gulped. "I feel the same way..." He couldn't fathom what a woman like her could possibly have been insecure about, but then again he hadn't known her for that long yet. Perhaps she wasn't always this attractive, or this outgoing... Although Marcus certainly wouldn't mind if she was a bit more reserved.

Natalie looked at him again, this time without a smile, nor frown. There was nothing but blankness on her face. She slid her feet off the lounger so that they were directed towards Marcus, before slowly leaning forward. He remained in place, completely stunned as to what she was doing, but she nevertheless pressed on. She reached out to him, grabbing him by the shoulder with one hand, pausing for a second to observe the young boy's reaction, but he just continued to sit there, his mouth gaping open in surprise. Then, she finally went for it.

 Frozen in place, Marcus couldn't even place his own emotions as her lips suddenly connected to his. Whether it was fear, confusion, excitement or a mix of the three, he let it happen, doing nothing to stop Natalie from holding on to his face with both hands while offering him kiss after kiss. Before long, multiple soft kisses turned into a single, long one that could only have been more erotic if it were a full on french kiss.

Marcus didn't know what to think. How could he? This was the same annoying, smug woman he had despised for such a long time, who had made sure to treat him with absolutely zero respect at every opportunity... And now he was practically hypnotized by the taste of her lips, the scent of her perfume, the touch of her soft hands... Was this what she had been after all along? And if so, why had her approach been to treat him like a child?

The wet feeling of her tongue slithering into his mouth suddenly had him letting out a weak moan of protest. Not in the sense that he wanted it to stop, but more as a sign of him being utterly unprepared on how to react. But it did not matter. Natalie didn't seem to mind his unresponsiveness in the slightest. She took matters into her own hands, using her skillful tongue to take his along for the ride, making for a kiss that, while completely one-sided, both individuals nonetheless found to be absolutely amazing.

But what Marcus didn't know was that it was about to take a rather unexpected turn. Natalie let go of his face with her left hand and grabbed him by the wrist instead, and though it was difficult for his muddled mind to even register it, he was expecting her to give him a handful of her soft tits, or her curvy ass, or thighs, or something similar. But that was not what he got.

Just as he thought that she was guiding his hand straight to her pussy, he hit some sort of resistance. In a second, he was completely taken out of the bliss of having the brunette's tongue in his mouth, overcome with sudden alarm. He opened his eyes in an attempt to catch a glimpse at what exactly he was being made to fondle, and immediately, the kiss they shared came to a halt.

Marcus let out a muffled moan and broke away. Giving Natalie a light push, he stood up, tumbling backwards a few steps before stopping in place, his eyes wide as dinner plates as he stared at her crotch. He didn't know why he hadn't been able to see it before now, considering she was wearing the same type of dress as always. Perhaps she had stealthily pulled down her panties just before grabbing his wrist... Regardless, there was no mistaking it. That was a cock between her legs. A big one too.

Natalie's expression shifted from a surprised look to, you guessed it, a smug one. "Something wrong?" she purred, leaning forward over the lounger, showing off her cleavage as she bit her lip.

Opening his mouth to say something in response, Marcus' throat instantly dried up, the only sound he managed to produce being that of his heavy breaths. He continued to slowly move backwards as Natalie seemed to inch closer, crawling over the lounger with a predatory gaze. No word in the english language could properly portray his shock, but one look at him was enough to understand what kind of state he was in. He had to leave, immediately.

He swallowed, wetting his dry mouth and throat, and finally worked up just enough courage to say something. "I-I have to go to the bathroom!" he exclaimed and turned away. On quivering legs, he made his way back into the house as quickly as possible, heading towards one of the bathrooms without looking back. With a slam, he shut the door behind him and pressed his back against it, still panting heavily in what may have seemed like fear... but Marcus wasn't so sure if that's what it really was.

That dream of his... It had all been true. Natalie did in fact, for whatever reason, have a huge dick, and she wanted to fuck him with it. It was as if his subconsciousness had somehow realized what she was carrying between her legs and what her intention with it was, as if Natalie's mere presence had the ability to rework one's brain into worshiping her, dreaming about her... Like a succubus straight out of folklore.

Gulping, Marcus walked over to the sink and leaned against it with both arms, looking into the large mirror in front of him. With his gaze fixed on his eyes, he thought back to all those moments where as much as a glimpse of Natalie would piss him off, not to mention the way she spoke to him, smiled at him, always seeming as if she took enjoyment in his misery. It was impossible to tell if she was just messing with him, but if not, her true goal had been made very clear. She had been preparing him for this. Broken him down into nothing but a frustrated mess, only to take advantage of said frustration by offering him comfort in his time of need.

... But to him, the question remained, what did she see in him? What did she see in the skinny, five foot tall boy whose bland features were so clearly outmatched by her dazzling ones? She could have anyone she wanted, assuming that they were fine with her thick cock, and yet she had been single for as long as Marcus had known her, only to settle on something as mediocre as him. It just didn't make any sense.

He tore his eyes away from the mirror and cast them further down, specifically at his crotch... and gulped audibly. While his own penis was tiny compared to Natalie's, that was an unmistakable erection poking into the fabric of his pants. Part of him was filled with dread the moment he saw it, but another part of him felt a mix of joy and tranquility. Because regardless of the details, somebody actually wanted him. And that somebody happened to be an absolutely gorgeous woman. Sure, her personality was something that had always bothered him, but given the fact that he now knew how she truly saw him, it was apparent that he had been mistaken about her.

As for her penis... Well, it wasn't something that Marcus had ever considered a possibility before, nor had it been a fantasy of his. But that dream during the night before had been really, really hot... And perhaps she was capable of even more than that...

... Did he actually want this?

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Marcus?" came Natalie's tender voice from the other side. "You okay in there?"

Marcus let out a weak cough. "Uh... I-I'm fine..."

"Alright. Take your time, sweetie. I'm gonna get in the pool, just so you know."

"Okay..." With that, he heard her heading back down the hall, leaving him there in his sweaty, quivering state of internal conflict that had now been made even worse with something as simple as being called sweetie... It was crazy to think that she was so relaxed with this whole thing. As if she didn't even care about how awkward the situation had become...

... Or perhaps Marcus was just overthinking things?

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The temperature in the pool was nothing short of perfect. A big smile was practically engraved onto Natalie's face as she swam on her back, taking big, drawn out strokes that sent glistening droplets of water flying through the air. For a good ten minutes the splashes from the water and the songs of the birds had been the only things she could hear, but she kept her ears open for another sound in particular.

And she didn't have to wait any longer. The little click coming from the sliding glass door that led to the porch could be heard, faint as it may have been. She stopped in her tracks and turned her gaze towards it, and sure enough, there he was. Marcus, dressed in a pair of swimming trunks, his eyes timidly fixed on the ground as he slowly began making his way towards her...

As he came all the way up to the side of the pool, Natalie remained in place, treading water. Blushing and averting eye contact, Marcus stood there next to the small plants and rocks surrounding the pool, unsure of what to say or do. He cast his glance at her for just a split second, but it was enough to see the strange, lustful smirk on her lips... and how her pale, sexy body practically radiated in the hot sun...

"I knew you'd come sooner or later," Natalie purred, still not moving from the middle of the pool. "Don't get cold feet now, Marcus... The water's perfect..."

Marcus said nothing in response. He merely gulped as he took the first step down the little staircase leading into the pool, feeling the warm water against his feet... then shins... then knees... and finally, his crotch. Still unable to bring himself to look at her, he noticed a small concrete table built into the pool in the corner to his left, complete with a seating ledge under the water surface that he hesitantly went to sit on.

The moment his butt hit the glass tiles, an immediate silence crept in. He sat there, his breath heavy and heartbeat getting faster, all while he could see Natalie staring at him in the corner of his eyes, still in the middle of the pool like a dormant predator waiting to strike. Then, she finally took the initiative to move. With only half of her head above the surface, she slowly swam towards him, eyes locked onto him the entire time, until she came within a few feet of him. She emerged from the water with her slick, brown hair sticking to her body, grabbing onto the seating ledge before gracefully pulling herself up on it and sitting down next to the quivering Marcus.

She leaned forward, trying to look into his eyes, but he turned away. "Marcus, honey..." she purred, wrapping her arm around his shoulders, being met with a shudder in response to her touch. The skimpy, red bikini she wore did little to cover her body, and the proximity with which she sat next to Marcus ensured that those shapely tits of hers rubbed erotically against his arm. "There's no need to be afraid... I'm not gonna hurt you."

Marcus took a deep breath. "... Is this what you have been after all along? To... get with me?"

"Sure is," Natalie replied with zero shame. "You couldn't tell?"

"... I thought you only saw me as a kid..." Marcus confessed. "The way you spoke to me... The things you called me... It made me feel like I was below you."

"I figured you might have gotten that impression... But you're just too adorable. Every time I see you, I just want to eat you up..."

"You... really think I'm cute?" Marcus whimpered and finally turned to face the sexy, wet brunette sitting next to him. Despite having been in the pool for quite a long time now, the makeup on her face was intact. The pink eyeshadow... The red lipstick... All applied to what might very well have been the most beautiful face in the world. Marcus couldn't imagine anyone coming even close to matching her perfect features, whether it be those emerald eyes, freckled cheeks, or thick, kissable lips.

"Of course I do," Natalie assured him. "How couldn't I? Do you not see it yourself?"

Marcus shook his head. "I don't... What is it that you like about me?"

"Everything," said Natalie without skipping a beat. "Your small, tight body, your tan skin, your thick, dark hair... not to mention your cute face..."

"... You mean it?" Marcus mumbled, almost crying with happiness at this point.

"Of course. Every time I see you across the street, my day instantly gets better."

With a tear running down his cheek, Marcus looked away from her. "I'm so sorry... I always had so many hateful thoughts about you... I despised the idea of being forced to stay at your place... If only I wasn't such a-" ... His sentence was cut short by having his chin lifted up by Natalie's finger.

"I don't care..." she said softly. "You're such a sweet boy... I know you meant no real harm."

While still overcome with guilt, Natalie's allure made it hard for Marcus to keep thinking about the matter, not to mention the happiness that came with being told that he was attractive for the first time in his life. If it were under any other circumstances, he would have completely dismissed her compliments and continued to hate the way he looked, but there was no way she would go this far just to make him feel better about himself. And here he was, still whining and finding a way to make the mood sour. Perhaps it was time for him to stop being such a bitch.

"Kiss me again, Natalie..." he whispered to her, staring right into her pupils with nothing but pure lust.

The comforting smile on her face died out immediately, replaced with an expression of both surprise and burning hunger. Within what seemed like a millisecond, she used her unoccupied arm to reach around him, pulled his tan, skinny body against her chest and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Feeling his smaller lips pressed against hers, she closed her eyes and immediately went on to slip her tongue inside his mouth, as if impatient to pick up where they left off before. That overconfidence and playfulness that she always exuded made way for something that was more akin to pure ecstasy. Her heart was practically beating out of her chest, and her frenzied moans came out at a rate that truly reflected the relief that came with finally having won over the boy next door after so much subtle effort.

Marcus was in the same boat. This kiss was all the proof he needed to know that Natalie had been telling the truth. The feeling of having his mouth annihilated by the prettiest woman he knew was indescribable, especially considering that every negative aspect that he had associated her with had completely evaporated.

Then, just like the last time they kissed, Natalie grabbed Marcus' wrist and guided his hand to the stiff cock that stuck out of her red bikini bottom. Almost having forgotten about it in the heat of the moment, his heart skipped a beat as he felt the smooth, wet texture against his palm. But this time, he would not pull back. He grabbed it and ran his hand along its length, ending up at the spongy tip, which he gently began squeezing and rubbing with his fingers, all while they continued to moan into each other's mouths.

Before long, the need for a sufficient flow of oxygen trumped Natalie's wish to kiss Marcus for all eternity, and she pulled back from him with a mwah. "Oh my god..." she panted, the lipstick that she had so carefully applied now all smeared out. "I've been wanting this forever..."

"Me too..." the teary-eyed boy replied. "Despite everything, I've always thought you were beautiful..."

"Aww, sweetie..." Natalie purred, hugging him even tighter. "Even with this thing between my legs?"

Marcus watched as she grabbed her cock and gave it a slow stroke, pulling down the pale foreskin and revealing her beautiful, pink glans. This was his first time seeing it in the flesh, and the sight did nothing to stop his erratic breaths. His own thing was a bit on the small side, but hers was easily over twice his length, not to mention far thicker. The way it throbbed in her hand, emphasizing the veins that covered it and even milked out a fat bead of precum at the tip, was mouthwatering to say the least. Then of course, the fat, droopy balls that hung, or rather, floated in the water below it, were just as pleasing to the eye.

Marcus bit his lip. "Yes... I never thought I'd say this but... your penis is amazing..."

"Then keep touching it," Natalie urged him. "Give in to your curiosity... Don't be ashamed..."

There was no hesitation in Marcus' responding actions. He immediately affixed his eyes onto Natalie's throbbing shaft as he reached out to grab it, the mere heat it exuded sending shivers down his spine. With a shaky hand that struggled to grip it with the strength that it truly demanded, he nonetheless started jerking up and down, in complete awe over the fact that his fingers couldn't reach all the way around it.

"Mmm... that's it, cutie..." Natalie moaned, biting her lip as she amorously stared at the cute, trance-like expression on Marcus' face. It was the exact type of expression she had been wanting to see for as long as she had known him. And on a face like his, who could blame her?

To her, it was mind-boggling that a cute boy like him was all hers. While other girls were out there chasing square jawed, muscular, bearded men, she was more than fine with what she had landed. Hell, she had never even liked manly men in the first place. And while women were alright in her eyes, what she really wanted was a mix of the whole spectrum of masculine and feminine. The best of both worlds, as they say.

And with seeing Marcus in front of her like this, Natalie was convinced that there was nobody else who fit that criteria as well as he did. There wasn't even a trace of a beard on his face, nor did he have a pronounced jaw, nose, cheekbones, eyebrows, lips... This was of course, unbeknownst to Natalie, something that he had already established long ago, but the difference between them was that he hated it and she loved it. He wasn't manly, but he wasn't girly either. He was a textbook sample of androgyny at its finest. And there was in fact something that stood out about him, at least when compared to her... The beautiful tone of his tan skin, which now made for the most gorgeous contrast as he jerked off her pale, fat cock.

Natalie smiled lustfully. "Hey... I want something to play with too..."

"... Huh?" Marcus said, tearing his gaze away from her cock. Confused, he traced Natalie's eyes, the twinkle in them making it seem like they had scouted treasure... and that wasn't too far from the truth. What she was staring at, was nothing other than his ass. "... You... you want to-"

"Do you not want me to?" she interrupted, her emphasis suggesting that his desire aligned with hers.

After a moment of consideration, Marcus gulped audibly. "I... I do..." he mumbled. Blushing, he slid his butt forward slightly, giving Natalie easier access.

"Good boy..." Wasting no time, she gently placed her hand on his upper back and slid it down, slowly and teasingly making its way closer to its target. Once she reached the waistband of his swimming trunks, her middle finger was the first to enter the cleft between his buttcheeks, and before long her entire hand had reached inside. Moving slower and slower down Marcus' ass, Natalie could barely contain her excitement. The flushed, deranged smile she had on her freckled face along with her chest moving up and down with her heavy, drawn out breaths was a look that was uncommon for a calm, confident woman like her. But the prospect of fulfilling her biggest sexual fantasy was too much even for her to handle with grace.

"Ah!" Marcus whimpered as he felt a finger press against his butthole. "Oh my god..."

With drool leaking out of her mouth, Natalie began moving her finger in a circle around the boy's rear entrance. "This hole was made for cock..." she whispered into his ear, pulling him a little closer to her while he continued to jerk her off. "Deep down, you always knew, didn't you?... You knew what your body needed..."

"Yes..." he gasped. Resting his forehead against Natalie's shoulder, he reached around her back, holding on to her as if bracing himself for the pleasure. "I want it... I want you to fuck me..."

Licking her lips, Natalie finally shoved her finger inside his asshole, drawing out a yelp from him that she silenced by gripping her other hand around his cheeks. "Oh, I'm gonna fuck you, baby... Right here, right now. I'm gonna stretch this tight hole of yours real good..." Before she even gave Marcus a chance to respond, she shoved her tongue down his throat and gave him a kiss so aggressive that he forgot to keep his hand moving her foreskin back and forth. She ended the kiss as abruptly as she had initiated it, pushing Marcus' head back with a moan, followed by a hiss between her teeth, signaling that she was at her breaking point. "I can't wait any longer, Marcus... Bend over the table. It's time for me to take your virginity..." 

"A-already?" Marcus stammered.

"Marcus, darling, I've been wanting this for so long..." Natalie cooed softly, and gently grabbed her nervous partner around the back of his head, pulling him closer, putting her forehead against his and looked right into his doe-eyes. "I need this now. Just looking at you makes me feel like I'm about to blow... That's why I want you to bend over... So I can fill. Your. Ass. Up."

Marcus practically melted right there, from her words alone. "Okay..." he mumbled.

Natalie smirked. "Good. Now get to it!" She gave him a smack on his ass, prodding him to get into position as quickly as possible, while she turned her attention to what she had hidden behind one of the rocks that adorned the edge of the pool: A bottle of lube. She popped it open, and with shaky, eager hands she squeezed out a big dollop onto her raging hard-on. Before spreading it out, she used her free hand to yank Marcus' swimming trunks down in one swell swoop where he stood, bent over with his hands against the glass tile-covered concrete table.

With his only piece of clothing now being afloat where the water surface stopped at his knees, Marcus whimpered in embarrassment. However, the feeling of having a cold, sticky fluid dropped into his asscrack quickly silenced him. A shiver went up his spine as he slowly turned his head to see Natalie standing there, her dick glistening with lube, while she continued to squeeze out a few more thick wads of it onto him.

After covering the insides of his buttcheeks in a thick layer of lube, Natalie dropped the bottle into the water. "Look at this fucking ass of yours..." she said with a flushed, satisfied grin on her face, spreading his cheeks apart. "God, I've wanted to do this for so long... To see your tiny little body writhe in pleasure as I stretch this hole of yours..." As a sort of appetizer, she stuck her middle finger straight into Marcus' little hole, feeling it immediately tense up around her finger.

"Mmm, yes..." he moaned in response. Even though it was just her finger, it nonetheless made him writhe in pleasure, making Natalie's comment about what to come ring true.

"Save those moans of yours, Marcus..." Natalie said and pulled out her finger. "You're gonna be needing them for this..."

Marcus turned his head back and was met with a view he would never forget. There she stood, his goddess of a neighbour, looking at him with a pure desire to turn him into her little fucktoy. Her perfect teeth showed off in a warm smile, her reddened, freckled cheeks, and the long, dark waves of her hair were all practically beaming along with the rest of her pale flesh in the hot sun. Not to mention the fact that her bikini now being completely discarded into the water meant that he finally got to see her soft, perky tits and pink nipples standing erect in lust.

What Natalie had been referring to however, was that which he couldn't see, but feel. Namely her stiff cock rubbing against his asshole, the slippery surface causing her every up and down motion to massage the inner lining of his anus. Though whether or not she was just teasing or actively trying to gain entry was unclear... but only for a split second.

Without another word her playfulness abruptly ended, and thus her impatience finally shined through as she grabbed Marcus by his hips in an iron grip. This was immediately followed by one long, steady thrust against his warmed up butthole that no longer tried to resist her in the slightest. She gritted her teeth as she felt his warmth encase her raging cock, but she didn't let any of the immediate pleasure stop her from pushing further, instead letting it slowly fill up his ass, inch by inch.

"Oh, fuck," she growled, almost going cross-eyed with pleasure, her cock now covered to the hilt in Marcus' soft boy-flesh. With her hips pressed against his ass, she stopped in place, taking a quick breather and checking up on Marcus, who hadn't made a single sound since the start. "Hey... You okay? Does it hurt?"

Slow, controlled breaths were the only thing Marcus could focus on as he stood there knee deep in the water, his legs almost giving out from the surges of pleasure pulsating from his asshole throughout the rest of him. His upper body was hardly any better off, completely limp and slumped over the table as his weak fingers barely held on to its edges. It was as if his body had instantly been drained of the energy to resist and had accepted Natalie as its perfect match, despite the severe pain that was proving how incompatible their anatomies actually were.

"Marcus...?"

Finally, he managed to gather the strength to turn his head back to her. "Don't worry about me..." he panted, looking like he was on the verge of passing out. "Fuck me, Natalie... As hard as you want to..."

Within a second, the worried look on Natalie's face shifted back to the same old unwavering, confident one. "That's the spirit, Marcus," she said in a sultry tone. Immediately taking him up on his words, she didn't give him any chance of getting ready for her hips abruptly swinging back and forth with nigh ten times the speed and ferocity, now audibly slapping against his soft ass. The squeal he let out as she once again waited with her cock fully inserted was music to her ears, and as soon as he had gone quiet, she delivered yet another identical thrust. Then another... then another...

Some part of Marcus knew that they shouldn't be having sex outside in the first place, let alone with the noises coming out of his mouth as his ass was getting pounded with increasingly powerful thrusts. But he didn't care if any neighbours could hear. There was quite the distance between the houses anyway, so it wasn't exactly a big risk, but no way in hell was he going to hold back his moans.

"My god, Marcus," Natalie groaned between her teeth, already jackhammering the poor boy. "Your ass is fucking perfect... Everything I ever dreamed of..."

"H-harder, please..." was all Marcus managed in response. Natalie's mere words seemed to be enough to make him melt around her hard shaft, to the point where the pain that she was inflicting on him seemed almost negligible. But even with that said, regardless of how much praise his ass got, her throbbing, fat cock was definitely the star of the show.

Natalie chuckled. "Harder, huh...? You're a natural little slut aren't you?" She accentuated her words by swinging her hand through the air, slapping Marcus' buttcheek hard enough to ellicit a loud squeal from him.

"... Only for you, Natalie..." Marcus panted, drooling out of his smiling mouth.

That right there was the best possible thing that could have come out of his mouth. In a millisecond, Natalie went from calm and collected, albeit burning with lust, to lightheaded to the point of almost fainting. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her hips suddenly thrusted forward with even greater force at the prospect that Marcus had already accepted his destiny as her boytoy.

With a thrust so hard that it practically sent ripples through Marcus' entire body, Natalie suddenly stopped, her cock completely embedded within him. Before he even had the chance to glance back to see what was going on, he suddenly had her arms locked around his thighs, and just like that, she began turning him around where he lay, slowly flipping him over on his back with her cock still filling up his rectum. He gasped as his body twisted around it, a completely alien feeling washing over him, but a pleasurable one nonetheless. It seemed like a move that could quite easily cause pain or at the very least discomfort to Natalie, but once Marcus had been turned around and felt his back against the concrete table, the look on her face was still mad with nothing but lust.

"Wow... I... I didn't even know that was possib-..." he said, getting cut off by the gorgeous brunette's lips crashing down on his. They shared their most passionate kiss yet, even though it was completely dominated by Natalie.

After a while she pulled back, but just barely, remaining bent down a mere inch above Marcus' face with several strings of spit connecting them, her long, brown hair hanging around his head, walling him in. "This is only the beginning, Marcus. I'll show you many things you didn't know were possible... Like when I fill your sexy little ass up with the biggest load of hot cum you can imagine..."

Suddenly, the thought of getting creampied seemed like the sexiest thing ever, despite it being the first time it crossed Marcus' mind. "Well, you know..." he began, biting his lip. "I can imagine quite a lot..."

"Double it," Natalie said confidently, her hips drawing back again. Without warning, she immediately returned to her powerful fucking, this time rocking her hips in a circular motion that almost seemed to lift the tiny boy's butt off the concrete table with each thrust.

"Mmm, fuck..." Marcus moaned. The sudden shift in movement brought him a whole new world of pleasure, instantly making his sudden cockiness fade. Now that she had him in the optimal position, the way that the tip of her cock speared his prostate with even greater force than before quickly reduced him to a limp, drooling mess, his limbs and neck draped over the edge of the table and into the warm water that surrounded them.

Then, almost as if shocked with electricity, his body tensed up again, a gasp escaping his mouth. He looked down to see Natalie staring up at him, her lips and tongue going to town his right nipple while her fingers twisted and pulled on his left one. All this while still having his ass plowed without pause, albeit in a gentler manner now.

One would have thought that having a fat girl-cock up their ass would make any other form of stimuli redundant, but Marcus' body practically started to boil over with ecstacy. With three parts of his body stimulated instead of one, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that the pleasure increased threefold as a result. And as reflected by his suddenly erratic moaning, it didn't take much more to bring him to climax.

"Natalie, I'm gonna cum..." he whined, his legs looped around his lover's lower back, and his fingers grasping the edge of the table in an iron grip.

Natalie detached her lips from his nipple and stood up straight, wanting to have the perfect view of Marcus orgasming. And judging from how gorgeous the view was already, there was no doubt that it would send her over the edge as well. Truly, the only thing that could make the gorgeous boy any hotter would be if he were covered in cum...

With her focus shifted away from his nipples, she more than made up for it by grabbing his twitching little dick and giving it a tug, instantly giving him the final push. Though thin and transparent, his seed nevertheless came out with rather impressive force, shooting out across his belly and chest in little ropes of boy-cum.

"Oh, shit..." he moaned, his balls and prostate emptying themselves as Natalie's static but throbbing cock stretched his asshole.

Just like she had foreseen, this was the finish line for her. With a near psychotic grin on her face and drool leaking down her chin, she gazed over the smooth, tan skin of her lover-boy covered in a criss-cross pattern of cum... And simultaneously having said boy's tight asshole clamping down harder than ever on her cock became a far too stimulating experience to keep her orgasm back.

"Ngh, fuck... Here, take what was promised!" With one last devastating back and forth swing of her hips and her arms pulling Marcus' thighs towards herself, she shoved her thick, pulsating cock in a final time. She could tell the second her big, low-hanging balls tightened that this was going to be a big one; one that represented the pent up sexual frustration from her long time of nothing but silent admiration for her darling Marcus.

The hot rays of the sun were nothing compared to the burning sensation taking place in her core, as if her body was trying to force out her massive load of cum out at once. Letting out a muffled moan and biting her lower lip so hard she nearly drew blood, her cock erupted within her lover's tight asshole, immediately splattering it with an amount that made her aforementioned sensation seem reasonable... But in reality, it was merely the result of one of many pulses of hot semen. She unloaded rope after rope of cum, each one as big as the last, to the point where some of it forced its way out of their tight enclosure and splattered into the pool.

Already spent by his own orgasm, Marcus simply lay there with a look of bliss on his face, his eyes meeting Natalie's as she continued to fill him up. The thick mass of searing cum sloshing inside his guts was nothing but heavenly, but that look on her face... The lip bite, the sweat coating her lightly freckled skin, her squinting eyes glistening in the sun... Nothing on the entire planet could ever match such a beautiful sight.

"Oh my god..." Natalie panted, clenching her pelvic muscles to squeeze out the last trickle of cum. "You fucking milked me dry... Jesus Christ..."

Marcus giggled. "I could say the same about you," he said. "I've never came so hard in my life."

Merely smiling back at him for a few seconds of silence, Natalie allowed the two of them to fully regain their breaths. Then she bent forward, cupping Marcus' cheeks and giving him a quick, yet passionate french kiss. She could tell that the boy was exhausted, but even so, he seemed more than eager to keep showing his rapidly developing love for her.

After pulling away from him and standing upright, Natalie cast her glance down at where her deflating cock was slowly being pushed back out of Marcus' deflowered hole. Drawing her hips back, her cock was practically ejected by the considerable pressure from the fat load of cum she had dumped inside him. And just like they both had expected, the resulting gush of spunk that escaped with a loud, nasty slurp was nothing short of outrageous, as were the splashes it caused as it hit the water.

Natalie looked back at Marcus. "Looks like I kept my promise, huh?"

"Ten times over," he said, his eyes traveling down to her flaccid, cum-stained cock, its tip still dripping cum into the pool. To think that it was that big without even being hard...

His awe was not lost on Natalie, who proceeded to grab her womanhood by the base and hypnotically swing it from side to side. "You wanna try using your mouth next?"

Hardly even listening to her, Marcus was already running his wet tongue over his lips...

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Five days later

With plenty of sunscreen protecting her pale body and a pair of sunglasses over her emerald eyes, Natalie's lounger was like heaven in the blazing heat. She rested the back of her head against the soft padding, her dark-brown hair draped to the side along her body, making sure that it stayed out of the way for her nude, perky tits to allow them to gain equally as much of what little amount of tan she was willing to give herself. She had even gone through the trouble of mixing a piña colada to enjoy in the sun. But just as she reached out to grab it, her phone rang.

She gave the display an irritated glance, but despite not recognizing the number, she chose to pick up. "Hello?... Oh, hey! I didn't realize it was you!... Oh, I see, I see. So, how are you enjoying yourselves?... Aww, that's great to hear... Yes, he's being a very good boy! A little tense in the beginning, but he loosened up quickly enough... Hmm, I'd say so. Why do you ask?... Really? For how long?... Oh? Well, I'll have to ask him what he thinks... Alright, I'll call you back. Bye!"

A wide grin spread out on her face as she put her phone back on the porch. "Good news," she said, pulling down her sunglasses and tilting her face down. "Looks like your parents want to extend their vacation another three weeks. They wanted me to ask you if you were okay with that... Although I think I already know your answer..."

With a pillow between his knees and the porch, Marcus remained in place in front of the lounger, happy over the news he had just received but refusing to let it affect his task. His lungs were burning, his face had turned red, and his body was practically convulsing as it begged for a break. But his head didn't stop moving for a second; it just continued to slowly press on with Natalie's thick cock impaling his throat.

After what seemed like another whole minute he decided to come back for air and proper blood flow to his cock-obsessed brain. "That... sounds great..." he panted, his lips and chin covered in drool, as was the gorgeous, twitching shaft in front of him.

"I'll let them know," Natalie purred, petting his cheek with her thumb. "You wanna take a break?"

Marcus shook his head. "No... Not yet. I'm so close."

Natalie giggled softly at his cute determination. It was true; he was close. Less than an inch of her cock remained to be spit-shined, which was a truly remarkable progress in what little time he had practiced since their first time together. And if he could learn to deepthroat her in just five days, the possibilities for their blossoming sex-life were practically endless...

"Well then, be my guest," she said contentedly. Leaning her head back against the lounger once again, she put her sunglasses back on with a smile on her face, her hard cock almost immediately being worshipped anew. She was already going over the list of things she had planned for the two of them over the coming weeks. Things ranging from romantic to downright nasty, some of which might very well stand to change the very essence of Marcus as a person, to the point where his parents might not recognize him anymore. With that said, there was no way her relationship with him was going to end nor be kept a secret once they came home... and she couldn't care less about their opinion on it.

As for Marcus, he hadn't even begun to consider how to break the news to his mother and father. Truth be told, they hadn't even crossed his mind at all since his new, big discovery, and when they did, his new life would surely be set in stone already.

After a long time of the two of them living in frustration, they could finally agree on one thing...

Life was good.

 Epilogue: Three Weeks Later

The sun dipped low over the horizon, painting Natalie's backyard in hues of orange and pink as the grill sizzled once more. This time, though, it wasn't just barbecue—Marcus knelt between her spread thighs on the porch, his tan lips stretched wide around the base of her throbbing cock, throat bulging with every determined bob of his head. Five weeks of relentless practice had turned him into a deepthroating prodigy; her heavy balls now rested flush against his chin, slick with his saliva and her leaking precum. He hummed contentedly around her girth, eyes watering but locked upward in adoration, his own small erection twitching untouched against the cool wooden deck.

Natalie lounged back in her chair, one hand lazily flipping sausages on the grill while the other cradled the back of his head, guiding him with gentle thrusts. Her bikini top was discarded, freckled tits gleaming with sweat under the fading light, pink nipples hard from the breeze and his occasional teasing licks. "That's it, baby... swallow every inch like the good boy you are," she purred, her voice husky with pride. "Your parents called again today—another two weeks away. Said something about 'finding themselves.' Guess they finally trust me with their little man."

Marcus pulled off with a wet pop, gasping for air as strings of spit connected his swollen lips to her glistening shaft. He stroked her slowly, base to tip, milking out another fat bead of precum that he eagerly lapped up. "Mmm... perfect," he moaned, his voice forever changed—higher, breathier, laced with a needy whimper that hadn't been there before. Five weeks of her cock reshaping his throat, his ass, his entire world had melted away his old insecurities. His body was still small and androgynous, but now it moved with a sway in his hips, a softness in his skin from all the lotions she rubbed into him post-fuck. He'd even let her paint his nails a glossy pink that morning, matching her lipstick smears on his cheeks.

He dove back down, hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue around her veiny underside, determined to make her cum before dinner. Natalie groaned, her free hand tweaking one of her own nipples as her hips bucked involuntarily. "Fuck, Marcus... you're addicted, aren't you? My perfect little cocksucker." Her words sent shivers through him; he nodded frantically without pulling off, his muffled moans vibrating her length.

The past weeks had been a whirlwind of depravity and devotion. She'd fucked him in every room of the house—the guest bed soaked with countless creampies, the kitchen counter slippery from his ass-to-mouth sessions, even the shower where she'd pinned him against the tiles and bred him until his belly swelled slightly from her loads. They'd explored toys: massive dildos stretching his hole to mirror her size, plugs keeping her cum locked inside him all day while he strummed his guitar (now often naked, with her sitting on his lap mid-song). Romantic nights turned filthy—candlelit dinners ending with him bent over the table, her pounding him while feeding him bites of food from her fingers. She'd taught him to ride her reverse cowgirl in the pool, his tiny cock flopping uselessly as she railed up into him, water churning around their joined bodies.

But it was the tender moments that sealed his transformation: waking up cradled against her soft tits, her cock nestled warmly between his cheeks; her whispering praises as she edged him for hours, denying his orgasm until he begged prettily; the way she'd hold him after, kissing away his tears of overwhelmed bliss. His guitar sessions now doubled as foreplay, her singing along before pulling him into her lap for a slow, grinding fuck. The boy who once hated her gaze now craved it, lived for her smug smiles and condescending pets.

Natalie's breath hitched, her balls drawing up tight. "Here it comes, sweetie... swallow it all!" She gripped his hair, slamming deep one last time as her cock erupted. Thick ropes of hot cum flooded his throat, so much that it overflowed, dribbling down his chin onto the porch. Marcus gulped greedily, humming in ecstasy, his own untouched climax spurting weakly onto the wood below—ruined but blissful, just how she liked it.

She pulled him off gently, wiping his messy face with her thumb before licking it clean herself. "Dinner's ready, cutie. But first..." She patted her lap. Marcus climbed on eagerly, straddling her as she aligned her still-hard cock with his perpetually lubed hole. With a shared moan, he sank down, impaling himself fully in one fluid motion. They rocked together slowly, her hands on his hips, his arms around her neck as they kissed deeply—tongues tangling like longtime lovers.

The front door buzzer rang faintly in the distance. Natalie broke the kiss with a wicked grin. "That'll be the moving van I ordered. Time to pack your things, baby. You're moving in with me for good."

Marcus clenched around her, grinding deeper with a blissful sigh. "Yes, Natalie... forever."

As the sausages charred slightly unattended, their moans filled the twilight—life not just good, but perfect. His parents would return to an empty house and a "Dear Mom and Dad" letter on the kitchen table, confessing his love for the neighbor who'd unlocked his true self. But by then, Marcus would be miles away, collared and plugged, riding Natalie's cock in their new life together. No regrets. Only endless, cum-soaked bliss.