John pulled up to Julia's house, his heart racing with anticipation. He had been looking forward to this visit for weeks, and he couldn't wait to see his old friend again.
As he walked up to the front door, it swung open, revealing Julia and her 13-year-old daughter Megan.
"John!" Julia exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug. "It's so good to see you!"
Megan rolled her eyes dramatically. "Nice outfit, John," she said, gesturing to his outdated jeans and button-down shirt.
John laughed. "Well, I didn't know I was going to be graced with the presence of a fashionista," he said, grinning at Megan.
Julia showed John to the guest room, where he would be staying for the weekend. As he set his bag down, he noticed a laundry basket in the corner of the room.
His curiosity got the better of him, and he slyly reached into the basket, pulling out a pair of Megan's underwear. They were pink and lacy, and he felt a thrill run through him as he examined them.
As he was looking at the underwear, he noticed a stain on the crotch. His heart started racing as he realized what it was. He quickly hid the underwear back in the basket, his mind filled with forbidden thoughts.
Megan knocked on the door, startling John out of his reverie. "You okay in there, John?" she asked, a teasing note in her voice.
John's face was red as he opened the door. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, trying to sound normal.
Megan gave him a playful insult. "You look a little flushed, John. Everything okay?"
John awkwardly laughed it off and returned to the living room. But he couldn't get Megan out of his mind. His body was reacting in a way he couldn't control.
He decided to take care of it quickly, not wanting to get caught. He locked the bathroom door and started to masturbate, imagining Megan in front of him.
It didn't take long for him to finish. He felt both guilty and exhilarated as he quickly cleaned up and returned to the living room.
He tried to act normal, but he couldn't stop thinking about Megan's underwear and the forbidden thoughts it had brought to mind. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about Julia's daughter in that way, but he couldn't help it.
As the night wore on, John found himself drawn to Megan. She was strong and controlling, just like the female characters he admired in his erotic novels.
He knew he couldn't act on his attraction, but he couldn't help but enjoy the playful banter and flirtatious comments that passed between them.
As he lay in bed that night, he couldn't help but wonder what the rest of the weekend would bring.
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