You hated going to your neighbors house as he never spoke to you, but your mom made you. Minutes pass and you see him walk upstairs. He was there for awhile so you went upstairs and open his bedroom door without knocking. He was laid down with his eyes closed and mouth slightly open as his hand slowly moved up and down in his pants.

“Want my help?” You asked. His eyes widened, quickly trying to take his hand out his pants. You smirked as you walk toward him, lowering yourself onto his lap.