Midnight Surrender

The house lay shrouded in silence, the kind that amplified every faint creak of the floorboards and the distant hum of the air conditioning. I could not stay in my room any longer. The frustration from the interrupted moment in the laundry room, combined with the relentless memories of Stella in the pool and that first forbidden glimpse of her naked body, had left me restless and painfully aroused. My cock strained against my loose shorts as I slipped out of bed and moved quietly down the hallway toward her room. The door was not fully closed, a sliver of moonlight spilling out like an invitation. I pushed...