Hi guys! :)

Thank you SO much for the reviews I got overnight! You would not believe how excited I was when I got up this morning and read them. Thank you! No matter how small they are, they fill my heart with love!

Now enough with the sappy stuff ;) heehee. This is when the story takes a porny turn. I would just like to point out that although these next chapters are mature, they all serve a purpose and it's not simply senseless porn. Not that there's anything wrong with that, heehee. ;)

I tend to be very chatty so I better stop now! Hope you guys enjoy.

Derek couldn't sleep. He was moving from one division to another, tried to down several glasses of scotch, played a round or two of Tetris on his phone, checked his e-mail, fumbled with his laptop but he couldn't sit still. As he made his way upstairs and pushed the door to his dark bedroom open, he immediately caught sight of a light bouncing off the window next door. He found it awfully voyeur-ish of him to check out what it led to, but he couldn't control his feet as they took him to the seat by the window. It didn't take long before a lean figure showed up on the other side, her back to him, a perfect view of her plump ass. Derek let out an unconscious gasp, surprised to see how aroused he was already. He could feel his cock rising second after second against the material of his boxer briefs. He hadn't gotten hard that fast in a long time. He hoped the darkness of the room would conceal his identity, he wasn't ready for the girl to know who he was just yet. She kept wiggling around, almost making it seem like she knew she was being watched by a horny mature man. She quickly moved towards the window, and Derek let out another painfully erotic gasp. He caught sight of the small breasts, the pink rosy nipples who were pert and perky, her flat abdomen and her flawless lower side, covered in blonde little curls. She was a goddess as she spread some lotion all over her body. The thought of that young thing laying below him as he pounded into her was enough to send his senses into overdrive. Senselessly, he reached a hand into his khaki pants, grabbing hold of his throbbing member and stroking slowly in the same pace as hers. Just as he was about to close his eyes and let his orgasm push him into oblivion, their eyes locked. He felt the tiniest pang of fear over being so exposed in front of a younger girl, but that fear lasted only seconds as he let it be overcome by this erotic experience. He couldn't stop.

Meredith decided a shower would work best to relieve that aching feeling, those butterflies resting in her lower abdomen after the talk she had with Marybeth. She had asked a million and more questions about the man in the Porsche, what she felt for him, what was happening; all of which she had no answer to. Seriously, how was she supposed to answer that? she hadn't shared two words with the man, all she knew was that she was enthralled by his seriousness and hard appeal. So in order to release the tension, she got into a steamy shower before bed. Rinsing off a day's worth of excitement and let exhaustion take over. As she stepped out of the shower, she thoughtlessly moved back into her bedroom without grabbing a towel...temperatures soar in Southern California and air drying alone seemed quite appealing. Meredith grabbed her lotion and started spreading it all over her body, leaving no crease untouched. Such meticulous approach would secure the body she hoped to get, the body she kept getting compliments on by all kinds of boys in school but none of which actually pleased her enough to go seal the deal, per say. Sure, there had been some kisses, pecks on the lips, mainly but she just never found that one guy. She moved to face the window and went to reach for her t-shirt when she caught sight of the most erotic thing she had ever seen. Dr. Shepherd was facing her, his right hand buried deep within his pants, seemingly stroking himself into Heaven, his eyes halfway closed, his mouth open in a perfect "O". She felt herself flush immediately but instead of covering herself up, she moved her hands to her breasts. She had no idea what possessed her to burst such bold move, but she carefully caressed her breasts. She couldn't stop.

Derek was mesmerized by what he was seeing. The little vixen was running her long fingers through her small but perfect breasts, which hung heavy and desperate for some licking and sucking. He'd be more than happy to oblige. She was enjoying this as much as he was, he could tell by the tiny gasps she was seemingly letting out. He started pumping faster and faster until he could feel the orgasm curl from deep within his balls. They hung heavy, just like her breasts. He could feel his hands getting sticky and he mentally kicked himself for having such little control; he hadn't driven himself to pleasure in a long, long time but the little minx in front of him did that to him. He couldn't help but feel more aroused than he had memory of. By then she had moved her hands lower, playing with the dirty blonde curls that matched her beautiful, bouncy hair. He could only think about how much he wanted to dive into those lips, run his expert tongue along them while she squirmed under him, fisting his hair and screaming his name. Dr. Shepherd. That'd do just fine. "Oh God," he whispered with his eyes closed. He was close. Too close. He saw her run her finger through her slit, and he could see the juices shining in the moonlight. God, how he'd give a year's salary to suck those fingers dry. He was too hard. He needed that release. He pumped and pumped, picturing her on her knees, her perfect lips wrapped around his above average pole as he rammed it into her expecting mouth. Her saliva would serve as lubricant as he fisted her honey blonde hair and kept pummeling into her little mouth. "Yes, God yes, I'm so close baby," he gasped. He opened his eyes and saw her fingering herself. That did it. He felt like a teenager again. He felt the orgasm rip through his organ, just as it burst through his penis, combining into a white hot load, creaming his khaki pants, one hand firmly stuck on his window. He didn't stop.

Meredith was blown away by the sexual appeal of the man standing at a window's distance from her. His masculine build kept enticing her, and she dared move her hand lower just as his picked up pace. Oh, how she wanted to see his dick. She had never been near one, never touched it in softness or hardness. She craved that organ, she wanted to play with it, kiss it. Maybe lick a little. Running her tongue along the shaft seemed perfect. She cursed her inexperience as the man worked himself up to an unbelievable orgasm. She wanted to give something back, she wanted to bring herself that same pleasure. She thought this was way out of her comfort zone, only she had ever seen herself naked but she felt it was time to have fun. Live a little. She took a look at her long, bony fingers and ran them along her overly wet slit, so ready to accomodate those rough surgeon hands. She shuddered from the somewhat unexpected contact, her fingertips running through her clit, jiggling it for a while, pinching it just as Dr. Shepherd closed his eyes in utter pleasure. She had never dared stick her fingers inside herself, but the arousing moment she was living with the next door neighbor called for bold moves, just as she snuck her middle finger up herself. She let out a painfully beautiful gasp as she felt her finger grasp things she never knew existed, driving her to a surprise pre-climax. Her brain felt foggy, she was in a daze as the man in front of her looked close to his orgasm. She moved the finger up faster and faster, and dared to add a second one for added pleasure. "Oh my God!", she shouted in a whisper. She reached out for the wall, bracing herself for what she believed would be her first orgasm. "Yes! Yes, God, yes, thank you," she breathed. She felt to her knees, one hand on the wall, another holding her belly, shuddering from the climax. Her fingers glistened in the low light of the bedroom. She didn't stop.