Mike's heart raced as he answered Stacy's call, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Of course, I'd be happy to watch Lucy for the night." His mind was already racing with the possibilities.
A knock at the door startled him from his thoughts. Lucy stood before him, trusting and innocent, her backpack slung over one shoulder. "Hi Mike," she said, handing over her belongings.
Mike returned her greeting with a fake smile, his eyes scanning her up and down. He couldn't believe his luck.
"So, what do you want to do tonight?" Lucy asked, settling onto the couch.
"How about a movie?" Mike suggested, already planning his next move.
Lucy shrugged, "Sure, that sounds good."
As they watched, Mike began making playful insults, teasing Lucy about her choice of film. She laughed, playfully insulting him back. He inched closer, his leg brushing against hers. She didn't move away.
Mike's heart pounded in his chest. Was she really this oblivious, or was she playing hard to get? He decided to find out.
He began making suggestive comments, watching her reaction carefully. She seemed confused, unsure of how to respond. He took this as a sign to take things slow.
His hand found its way to her leg, his fingers tracing a path up her thigh. She didn't protest, her gaze fixed on the TV screen. He took this as a sign that she was enjoying it.
He leaned in, pressing his lips to her neck. She giggled, her body tensing under his touch. He took this as a sign that she was into it.
Without warning, he began undressing her, his hands fumbling with the buttons on her shirt. She didn't resist, her eyes wide with confusion. He felt a twinge of guilt, but he pushed it aside.
He climbed on top of her, his body moving in a rhythm that was all too familiar. She didn't seem to understand what was happening, her body stiff beneath him. He felt even more guilty, but he couldn't stop.
When it was over, he got dressed, leaving her lying on the couch, still looking confused. "It's time for bed," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Lucy obediently went to the guest room, her movements robotic. Mike felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of satisfaction.
Stacy and Dave arrived to pick up Lucy, their faces filled with gratitude. "She was well-behaved," Mike assured them, his smile forced.
As they left, Stacy gave him a knowing look. Mike's heart skipped a beat. Did she know? Could she tell?
He smirked, realizing that he'd found a new plaything. He couldn't wait to do it again.
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