Edged into Ruin: Part One

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Lisa could spot a loser from a mile away. Years of fucking pathetic men had made her an expert. She watched from her kitchen window as the scrawny college kid next door tried to haul boxes that looked like they’d crush him. He was exactly her type: clueless, nervous, and probably still a virgin. His stupid glasses kept slipping down his nose while his skinny arms shook under the weight. Lisa’s nipples pressed hard against her tank top as she imagined all the ways she could ruin him.

He looked maybe eighteen, maybe nineteen, with that dumb, innocent face and the kind of awkwardness that made Lisa’s pussy ache. Probably some spoiled brat whose parents paid for everything. His t-shirt had some nerdy game shit on it and his jeans hung off his bony hips like he’d never seen a gym. The kid practically had ‘virgin’ stamped on his forehead. Lisa’s cunt pulsed as she pictured stripping away every bit of that innocence, making him her drooling, cock-obsessed toy.

This wasn’t her first time. Last summer it was the pizza guy, before that the kid who mowed her lawn. Lisa loved turning clueless boys into desperate, cum-drunk perverts who’d do anything just to see her tits. Her ex called her a monster when he caught her blowing the neighbor’s son, but he never got it. Nothing beat the feeling of turning a man into a pathetic, cock-driven mess.

Lisa turned from the window and spotted a bag of chocolate chips. Perfect. She’d bake cookies, play the sweet neighbor, and reel him in. It was a cheap trick, but it always worked. Boys like him were easy—give them a smile and a whiff of pussy and they’d crawl after you like dogs.

She started mixing the dough, already planning how she’d fuck with his head. She’d keep the tank top—her tits practically falling out—and the tiny shorts that showed off her ass. Maybe tie her hair back so he could stare at her neck and tits. She wanted him squirming, hard, and too stupid to think straight.

The kitchen smelled like sugar and chocolate. Lisa dumped the cookies onto her best plate, the one that made her look like she gave a shit about being a good neighbor. She caught her reflection—smirking lips, hungry eyes, nipples poking through her tank top. She looked like what she was: a woman who used her body to break men.

Crossing the yard took seconds, but Lisa’s heart pounded. This was the best part—watching the kid realize she was offering more than cookies. The sun made her skin glow, her ass swayed, her tits bounced. She knew he’d be staring.

She knocked on his door three times, sharp raps that echoed in the afternoon stillness. Through the window beside the door, she could see him jump at the sound, nervously pushing his glasses up before approaching. When he opened the door, the effect was everything she’d hoped for.

His eyes went wide behind those ridiculous glasses, his gaze immediately dropping to her cleavage before snapping back up to her face, then down again as if he couldn’t help himself. A flush crept up his neck, turning his pale cheeks pink, and Lisa watched with satisfaction as his Adam’s apple bobbed with a hard swallow.

“Hi there,” she said, her voice dropping into that sultry register she’d perfected over the years. “I’m Lisa, from next door. Saw you moving in and thought you might like some fresh cookies. Welcome to the neighborhood.”

She shoved the plate at him, making sure to stick her hip out so her shorts rode up even higher. The kid—she didn’t care about his name yet, ‘the boy’ was good enough—mumbled something and grabbed the plate, hands shaking.

She let her fingers drag over his, holding on just long enough to make him sweat. His hand was clammy and shaking. Perfect.

“I’m Jimmy,” he managed, his voice cracking slightly. “Thank you, Ms.—uh, Lisa. That’s really nice of you.”

“Ms. Lisa,” she repeated, tasting the formality, liking it. “I like that. You’re very polite, Jimmy.” She stepped closer, close enough that her perfume—something floral and sweet that she wore specifically because men always commented on it—would wash over him. “It gets lonely in this neighborhood, you know. Not many young people around. Most of my neighbors are old couples or families. It’s nice to have someone closer to my age nearby.”

She was old enough to be his mother, but she said it anyway, just to watch him squirm. Up close, she saw his freckles, his mouth hanging open, his eyes glued to her tits. She arched her back, making sure he got a good look.

“If you need any help with anything,” Lisa continued, leaning in so her breath ghosted across his ear, “and I mean anything at all, you just knock on my door. Day or night. I’m always happy to help a neighbor in need.”

She grabbed his forearm, feeling his pulse go wild. The kid was stiff as a board, and when she glanced down, there it was—a pathetic bulge in his jeans. He was getting hard just from her standing there. Pathetic and perfect.

“I appreciate that,” Jimmy said, and his voice had gone hoarse. “I’ll, uh, definitely keep that in mind.”

Lisa stepped back, making sure to swing her ass so he’d stare. She could feel his eyes glued to her, probably already picturing her naked. This was the fun part—teasing him until he was obsessed, giving him just enough to make him crazy.

“Enjoy the cookies, Jimmy,” she said over her shoulder as she descended his porch steps. “I made them special.”

She didn’t look back as she crossed the yard to her own house, but she could feel his gaze boring into her, following the sway of her hips and ass with desperate intensity. Only when she’d closed her door behind her did she let the satisfied smile spread across her face.

Lisa headed straight to her bedroom, pussy soaked. She yanked off her shorts and panties but kept the tank top—she liked seeing her hard nipples poke through. She spread her legs on the bed and started rubbing her clit, replaying the whole thing in her head.

He’d stammered like a little bitch. His cock had gone hard in his jeans, the bulge obvious and desperate. His hands shook when she touched him. She pictured him next door, probably already jerking his dick, thinking about her tits and the way she smelled.

Lisa rubbed her clit faster, thinking about how she’d break him. In a week, he’d be edging for her, jerking his cock for hours because she told him not to cum. She’d make him watch porn on command, train him to get off only when she said so. Soon he’d be so desperate and pathetic he’d beg just to jerk off in front of her.

Her orgasm hit fast, making her arch off the bed. She came moaning his name, already planning how she’d use him next.

Next door, Jimmy ran to his room as soon as Lisa left, his cock throbbing. He dropped the plate and yanked down his zipper, pulling out his dick with a shaky hand. He jerked off fast, thinking about her ass, her hard nipples, and her breath on his ear.

But right before he could cum, something made him stop. He slowed down, keeping himself hard and aching, not letting himself finish. He didn’t know why, just that he needed to stay desperate for her.

Jimmy kept edging, his brain full of Lisa’s voice and her smirk. He was already hooked, and he’d barely even met her.

***

The knock came right when Lisa expected. Middle of the afternoon, sun blazing, and she was pretending to read but really just waiting for him. The kid couldn’t even last a day before crawling back for more. They never could, not after she got her hooks in.

Lisa had dressed for this exact scenario. She’d chosen a pale yellow sundress that she knew made her bronze skin glow, one with a neckline that plunged deep enough to showcase the swell of her full breasts and thin enough that her nipples would show through the moment they hardened. The dress hugged her curves before flaring out at the hips, the hem falling just above her knees but designed to ride up with the slightest movement. She’d forgone a bra deliberately, wanting her tits to move naturally beneath the fabric, wanting him to see everything and know she’d worn this for him.

She opened the door and there he was, clutching her plate like it was a shield, face bright red. His glasses were sliding down his nose again, his skinny body practically shaking. She’d bet he hadn’t slept—probably spent all night jerking his cock raw thinking about her.

“Jimmy,” she purred, letting his name roll off her tongue like honey. “What a nice surprise.”

“I, uh, wanted to return your plate,” he stammered, holding it out. “The cookies were really good. Thank you again.”

Lisa grabbed the plate but didn’t move, making sure her dress pulled tight over her tits, the neckline low enough to give him a show. ‘That’s sweet. Most people just steal my plates.’ She grinned. ‘You eaten yet?’

“No, ma’am—I mean, no, Ms. Lisa.”

The correction made her cunt throb. She loved that he’d remembered, that he was already training himself to address her properly. “Come in, then. I was just about to make coffee, and I have leftover pasta salad from yesterday. You shouldn’t be eating alone in that empty house.”

She didn’t wait for an answer, just turned and walked in, knowing he’d follow like a puppy. Her ass swayed, the dress riding up, and she heard him suck in a breath behind her.

Her kitchen was bright with afternoon sunlight, warm and inviting, and Lisa set the plate on the counter before turning to him with a smile. “Have a seat,” she said, gesturing to one of the stools at her kitchen island. “Do you take cream and sugar?”

“Just black, please,” Jimmy said, perching awkwardly on the stool. His eyes darted around the kitchen, landing anywhere but directly on her, though she caught him stealing glances at her body when he thought she wasn’t looking.

Lisa fiddled with the coffee maker, dragging it out just to make him sweat. The silence was thick, and she could feel him trying not to stare. When she handed him the mug, she made sure to brush her hand against his.

“So tell me about school,” she said, leaning against the counter beside him. “What are you studying?”

“Computer science,” Jimmy said, wrapping both hands around the mug like he needed something to hold onto. “I’m starting my freshman year. My parents thought it would be good for me to live off campus, get some real-world experience.”

“Computer science,” Lisa repeated, letting her gaze travel over his thin frame, his nervous posture. “That’s very impressive. You must be smart.” She reached out and touched his arm, just a light brush of her fingers. “I like smart men.”

He froze when she touched him, breath catching. Lisa let her hand linger, then bent over to grab something from the fridge, making sure her dress rode up and gave him a perfect view of her ass and the lace barely covering her pussy.

When she stood up, Jimmy’s face was beet red, eyes glued to her ass. He realized she’d caught him and stared down at his coffee, looking like he wanted to die.

"See something you like?" Lisa said, voice low and dirty. She set the food down and stepped right up to him, her thighs almost touching his knees.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Lisa, I didn’t mean to—”

“Didn’t mean to what?” she interrupted, reaching out to adjust his glasses, her fingers lingering near his face. “Didn’t mean to look? But you did look, didn’t you, Jimmy?”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yes, ma’am.”

“And did you like what you saw?”

The question hung there. Jimmy’s hands shook, and when Lisa looked down, there it was—his cock straining against his jeans, hard just from her standing close.

“Yes,” he whispered, the word barely audible.

Lisa grinned and leaned over him for the sugar, pressing her tits right into his chest. Her nipples went hard, and she stayed there, close enough to smell his nervous sweat and watch his pulse jump in his neck.

“I wore this dress for you,” she murmured, her lips nearly brushing his ear. “Did you know that? I knew you’d come back today. I knew you’d been thinking about me all night, probably touching yourself, imagining what it would be like to see more.”

Jimmy made a pathetic noise, half groan, half whimper. His cock was rock hard, straining in his jeans, and Lisa pressed her belly against it. He shuddered, body stiff with need.

“You’re hard for me,” she observed, stating the obvious because she wanted him to acknowledge it, wanted him to hear himself admit it. “That must be uncomfortable. Have you been hard since yesterday, Jimmy? Did you stroke your cock thinking about me?”

“Yes,” he gasped, and she could hear the shame and arousal warring in his voice. “I’m sorry, I—”

“Don’t apologize,” Lisa said, finally pulling back enough to look him in the eye. “I think it’s sweet. I think it’s exactly what you should be doing.” She reached up and ran her fingers through her long black hair, the motion making her breasts lift and shift beneath the dress. “In fact, I want you to think about me. I want you to picture me every time you touch yourself. Can you do that for me?”

He nodded like a dog, eyes glazed over. Lisa saw his cock twitch, a wet spot spreading on his jeans from all the precum. He was about to cum just from her teasing, but she wasn’t going to let him. She wanted him desperate, aching, begging for it.

“Good boy,” she whispered, and watched his cock jerk at the praise. “Now, I think you should probably go home before you make a mess in those jeans.”

Lisa stepped back and Jimmy almost fell off the stool trying to stand up. He tried to hide his hard-on, but she grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

“Don’t hide it,” she said firmly. “I want to see what I do to you.”

She walked him to the door, hand on his back. At the door, she hugged him, pressing her whole body against his, tits smashed to his chest, her thigh grinding into his hard cock. Jimmy groaned, hands shaking as he grabbed her waist, too scared to touch her ass.

Lisa held him there for a long moment, let him feel every curve of her body, let his cock throb against her thigh. Then she pulled back just enough to whisper in his ear.

“Come back tomorrow, Jimmy. I’ll need help with groceries.”

She let him go and watched him stumble down the steps, cock still bulging in his jeans, face red and stupid. He kept looking back, almost tripping, and Lisa just grinned and waved, loving how wrecked he was.

As soon as he was gone, Lisa shut the door and laughed. This was even easier than she thought. The kid was already hooked, desperate for her. In a few days, he’d be jerking off on command, begging to cum, ready to do anything she wanted.

She poured herself a glass of wine and started planning tomorrow. Groceries. She’d make sure to brush against him in the car, bend over in front of him, maybe drop something and watch him scramble to pick it up. So many ways to mess with him.

Next door, Jimmy ran to his room, cock aching. He yanked down his zipper and started jerking off right away, thinking about Lisa’s tits and her thigh grinding into him. He stroked faster, desperate to cum, but again, something made him stop just before the edge.

He didn’t get it, but he couldn’t let himself finish. Not yet. Not without her say-so, even if she hadn’t said it out loud. Jimmy kept edging, cock throbbing, brain full of Ms. Lisa’s voice and her sexy grin, already counting the hours until he could see her again.