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The Girl Next Door Ch. 1

By: Rave303



DISCLAIMER: The story you are about to read is purely fictional.  Any possible similarities between the characters and events with people in real life are purely coincidental.

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So here I am, in a new neighborhood.  I thought I could say goodbye to my past and start a new life here.  The past few years have not been good for me.  I had graduated college in the mid-90s and began a promising career as a web designer, at least I thought it was promising until the dot com crash followed by 9/11 and the recession that GW Bush seems to think doesn't exist.

On top of that, I was about to propose to my girlfriend of three years, when she hit me with the silly reality of her family.  Her parents didn't like me because I was not of their ethnic cultural background, so they forbade her from marrying me.  I thought this was America, she's a free person, she would tell her parents to let her live her own life.

I was wrong.  She called me in tears one night and said she cannot go against her family.  She told me not to call or see her ever again.  You can imagine how crushed I felt and also how embarrassed I was at wasting three years in a relationship with her only to be dumped because I was not of her ethnic background.

Hurt and humiliated, I lost myself in my work as a web designer.  It took some time, but after a load of BS and some freelance jobs, I managed to snag a good job in a cool firm.  On top of that, this was one of those design firms that tried to save on overhead, so I pretty much could work from home.  I occasionally had to go downtown for a meeting, but most of my work was at home and communication was over e-mail and phone.  What a sweet deal.

Seeing as that I was 28 years old, living with my parents, and still embarrassed at my failed relationship, I needed a change of surroundings.  While I didn't want to leave my home city of Chicago, I knew the city was big enough to get far away from all the garbage I had endured for the last number of years.  I found a nice deal just outside of the city in a small suburb named Evanston.  A 2-bedroom bungalow house.  In less than a month, I had my savings down as a payment and I was on my own with my sense of dignity returning.

Winters in the Chicagoland area are harsh, comparable to a summer day in Siberia.  I had spent my first two months in my new place with not much more companionship than my computer, the internet, my TV, and the occasional friend who would drop by to see how I was doing.

April hit, and I was finally treated to a gorgeous day.  I opened my windows and let the warm Spring air enter my catacomb of a house, airing out the smell of months of hibernation.  I sat at my desk fixing a graphic for a client when my eyes glanced out of my window...

...and I saw her.

Normally, I don't take interest in my neighbors' activities and movements, but I glanced out my window to see a vision of beauty and sexuality in the yard next door to mine.  She was radiant, with long flowing straight dark hair and creamy white skin.  She was dressed in a tiny pair of athletic shorts that covered her deliciously round ass with a tight baby t-shirt keeping her perfectly shaped chest held in place.  I couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra, but at that moment I didn't care.  She was tossing a bag of garbage into her can when she glanced up and saw me looking at her.  I quickly turned my head back at my computer, but not before I saw her flash a smile up at me through the corner of my eye.

Ever vigilant, I pushed myself to get back to work, but I couldn't concentrate?  My mind was on the gorgeous female figure right next door to me.  Who is she?  Where did she come from?  Is she single?  And the most important one to me...is she legal?

Unable to concentrate, I saved my files and decided I needed a break.  I fixed myself a hot cup of green tea and headed out to my front porch with a magazine.  I loved my porch...all concrete and brick, built to last.  A few minutes passed and I was deep in an article about John Digweed when I heard a semi-seductive voice:

"Mixer?"

I looked up from my magazine and Digweed was now the last thing on my mind, as I looked to see my gorgeous neighbor standing before me.  She looked incredible in her little athletic shorts and baby t-shirt.  Not wanting to stare, I muttered the first thing that came to my mind.

"Huh?"

She replied: "Mixer Magazine?  I never heard of that."

I said: "Oh!  It's a club culture magazine.  It covers nightclubs, DJs, raves, etc.  I like it.  So what's your name?"

She replied: "My name is Crissy.  What's yours?"

I managed to get my libido out of my mind and get a little charming at this point.

"My name is Mark.  Crissy huh?"

Crissy: "Well, my name is actually Cristina, but everyone calls me Crissy."

Mark: "Funny, you don't look like a Crissy."

Crissy giggled and said: "What's that supposed to mean?  Like all the Crissy's in the world are supposed to be ditzy blondes?  They can be hot intelligent brunettes like me too!"

Mark: "Ooooooookay...I see modesty is not a trait for you."

Crissy giggled again, and said: "You're funny.  I saw you move in here back in February.  How come I never see you out?"

Mark: "Well, I don't like winter very much."

Crissy: "But you live in the Chicagoland area."

Mark: "True.  I'm crazy in the fact that I love Chicago, but I hate winter.  Sounds nutty, doesn't it?"

Crissy: "Yeah."

I offered Crissy something to drink, and she gladly accepted.  I led her inside my house as we got to the kitchen.

Crissy: "I like what you did with this place.  You live here alone?"

I reached into the fridge and handed her a bottle of water.  "Unfortunately yes."

Crissy: "No wife or girlfriend?"

Mark: "No."

After some conversation, I found out she was the eighteen year-old daughter of my neighbors, which did not help my situation.  Being 28, you regularly don't like the idea of dating, much less hopefully sleeping with, someone ten years younger than yourself, unless you are some kind of pervert.  Yeah she was legal, but too young.  I could only see trouble if I pursued her, so I registered the "keep her as a friend" logic in my mind and showed her around my house.  Crissy and I made our way to the living room, where she noticed a pair of turntables with a mixer as well as several shelves of records.

Crissy: "I didn't know you were a DJ!"

Mark: "Well, not anymore.  I gave it up a few years ago.  Too much garbage and too much politics.  I work as a web designer now."

I sat down on the sofa and looked at a Dali print on the wall, trying my best not to look at Crissy's gorgeously tight curves.  Unfortunately, she plopped herself down next to me, resting her hand on my shoulder with her large breasts jutted in my face, taking in her semi-seductive voice.

Crissy: "So why doesn't a cute guy like you have a girlfriend?  Are you gay?"

Mark: "Ummm...no.  It's a long story."

Crissy:  "I've got time.  Spring Break lasts til the end of the week."

Mark: "Unfortunately, I don't.  I have to get back to work.  You're welcome to hang out if you want."

The afternoon became a trying time for me as I worked a few feet from a gorgeous woman I could not have.  We were upstairs in my home office with me at my computer and Crissy relaxing on a couch that I had in there.  I passed some time by telling Crissy the sad tale of my screwed up love life, which got some giggles and a sympathetic "awwww" when I got to the broken engagement.  I had also directed Crissy to a drawer where I kept more issues of my DJ/raver magazines.  She was flipping through one issue, when she ran across an ad for a web site...raverporn.com

Crissy: "I can't believe this!  You ravers have porn sites?"

My usual reply of "Huh?" muttered out as I glanced off the web banners I was designing.

Crissy: "So how do they do it?  Do they take hot little raver girls and dress them up in the fuzzy outfits and have them pose all naughty like this?"

At that moment, I saw Crissy sprawled out on the carpet in my office.  She looked like she could be posing for Playboy with her gorgeous body laying in a very sexy pose.  I grew a little nervous and incredibly horny.  Here I had a girl that Hugh Hefner would die to make a centerfold lying on the floor in my office...yet my sense of logic and morals raced in.  "She's too young" I told myself, and I muttered an answer nervously.

"Um...I guess so.  I've never been to that site."

Crissy then got up from the carpet and shocked me by sitting in my lap.  Her large C-cup breasts were now in front of me, mere inches from my mouth.  She then spoke in a quieter, even more seductive voice.

Crissy: "You like me, don't you?"

Mark: "Crissy, I..."

Crissy: "Yes or no Mark?  You like me.  I know you do.  I saw you staring out at me when I was taking the garbage out.  I also can feel the hard-on growing in your pants.  You'd love more than anything right now for us to get completely naked and make love like animals in your bedroom the rest of the afternoon."

I was nervous as hell, and all I could say was: "Um...Crissy..."

Crissy: "Come on Mark.  Don't deny yourself.  I've had plenty of stupid football players at my high school drool all over me day after day, but I don't go into that cheerleader thing.  I like a sophisticated, creative guy like you.  Someone who can actually have a conversation with me instead of chugging a beer and try to drunkenly get into my pants."

Mark: "Crissy!  I know you are technically legal, but I can't do this!  I'm 28 years old!  You live right next door.  What if your parents found out you were sleeping with a guy ten years older than you?"

Crissy then stood up and grabbed the bottom of her baby t-shirt, lifting it.  At that moment, my heart raced as her beautifully firm breasts came into full view, which also answered my question...she was not wearing a bra.  Her long dark hair flowed back down as her baby t-shirt was now totally removed and on the floor.  She then spoke.

Crissy: "Don't worry about my parents.  To them, I am their little honors student.  I get straight A's, I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs like those ravers I see in your magazines..."

Crissy then reached down into her tight shorts, pulling out a condom.

Crissy: "...and I don't do stupid things that will get me pregnant or diseased."

Crissy put the condom on the end of my desk as she sat back in my lap.  She then grabbed me by my neck and brought her lips to mine, drowning me in a deep kiss.  Shockwaves raced through my entire body as drenched me in her sweet kiss.  I felt her tongue touch my lips, so I opened my mouth and welcomed her tongue to mine.  My hands slid all over her back, pulling her into a straddling position.  I could feel her heat through her shorts as my hands slid all over her back.  I slid one hand over her ass, feeling how tight and perfect it was.  My mouth left hers as it started to slide all over her neck.

Crissy: "Ooooohhhhh Mark....yes!"

My lips slid up and down her neck as my hands held her back to keep her next to me.  Crissy arched her back, giving me a full view of her gorgeous breasts as she grinded her hot crotch all over the hard-on raging in my pants.  I planted small kisses all around her left breast, teasing her, getting closer and closer to her areola.  Finally, I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked hard, like a small child nursing.

Crissy: "Oooooohhhhhh God!"

I felt her get nipple get hard in my mouth.  My one hand remained on her back to support Crissy in my lap, but my other slid underneath her shorts, caressing the firm flesh of her ass.  After a few minutes of nibbling and sucking on her left nipple, I moved over to the right.  Taking her nipple in my mouth, sucking on it, feeling it grow hard, and letting it pop out of my mouth.  Crissy let out a moan with every pop as I moved my one hand from her ass to her left breast, kneading it like bread dough.

Crissy: "MMmmmmm...that's what I need...a real man...an experienced man!"

Crissy then leaned back, propping her hands on my knees.  My two hands then slid up her body taking a breast in each.  We sat there for a few minutes, me kneading and massaging her gorgeous rack and her smiling.   Crissy then pushed herself off me and stood up.  She grabbed the condom off my desk and then took my hand.

Crissy: "Come on...if we're doing this, I want it done on that nice bed of yours!"

Crissy took my arms and wrapped them around her body as I held her close, nibbling on her neck.  She let out a gasp of pleasure and smiled as she led me to my bedroom.

Crissy: "Mmmmmm...you don't give a girl a chance, do you?"

Mark: "I try not to.  I'm not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of a guy"

Crissy: "Good, then I know I made a good choice in you."

Crissy then shoved me down onto my bed.  I landed on my back with her standing there topless before me.

Crissy: "Now it's my turn!"

Crissy then straddled herself onto my body, placing her lips to mine, drowning me in another one of her passionate kisses.  Out tongues danced a waltz of pure eroticism as my hands slid up and down all over her gorgeous body, feeling her skin tingle at my touch.  Crissy pulled me up slightly and pulled my t-shirt off, revealing my surprisingly hairless chest.

Crissy: "Oh my God...don't tell me you shave?"

Mark: "No.  I was just born this way."

With a seductive smile, Crissy went to work on my sensitive skin the same way as I did earlier.  She planted soft kisses and slid her lips up and down my neck area, reaching my chest.  I was thankful I had been working out for the past year, so the small amount of pudge I had was moreover gone.  It didn't seem to matter to Crissy as she licked and sucked on my nipples, sending shivers up and down my spine.

Mark: "Now I know why you women love it when guys play with your breasts!"

Crissy continued to kiss and lick herself all the way down to my waist, when she climbed off me.  I looked up at her as she smiled and said,

Crissy: "Don't worry baby...I'll be back there soon enough to ride that nice hard cock of yours.  I just don't want you exploding too soon."

With that, Crissy quickly undid my belt and pulled my jeans and underwear off my body, tossing them aside.  Now I was completely naked and at the will of this gorgeous girl in front of me.   Crissy got on her knees and licked her lips at the sight of my hard cock in front of her.  She slowly slid her hands up my thighs and lowered her face to my manhood, planting a small kiss on the head.  I immediately twinged at the sensation of her soft lips on my head.  She then took my hard cock in her hand and ran her tongue up and down it several times.  Crissy also ran her tongue over my swollen balls, moving them around with the tip of her tongue.  I pretty much knew at this point that she has had experience in this.

After enough licking, Crissy took the head of my cock in her moist mouth.  All at once, I could feel her lips suction on my hard cock while her tongue swirled and moved all over the cockhead in her mouth.  She then slowly lowered her mouth, taking my cock deeper and deeper in her wonderful mouth.  I couldn't see much at this point, as my mind raced in pure ecstasy.  All I could see was Crissy's head on my cock, her nose on my pubic hairs and the rest of her hair draped all over my crotch area.  Crissy then sucked hard and started to raise her head up, stopping when only my cockhead was in her mouth.  Still sucking, still swirling her tongue all around inside.

As my breathing became deeper and harder, Crissy then decided to pick up the pace.  While keeping the hard suction up, she started to bob her head up and down on my hard cock in a modest speed.  She also took one of her hands and started to massage my swollen balls.  I was in pure heaven, but I did not know how much more I could take.

Mark: "Ohhhhhhhh...Crissy!"

She took that as a positive sign, and suddenly her speed quickened.  I sat and watched as she bobbed her head up and down very quickly.  I was almost worried she would get whiplash doing that, but I let her go anyway.  Feeling her soft lips suctioning on my cock, her tongue on my underside, her fingers kneading my balls the same way I did her breasts.  I could only imagine how fucking her would feel.

I felt things starting to surge, and it pretty much meant I was ready to explode.  Ever the gentleman, I gave a warning.

Mark: "Crissy...I'm going to cum!"

Apparently, she took this as a sign to move harder.  She brought her luscious lips to the head of my cock, sucking hard on it while her one hand continued to massage my balls.  She took her other hand and began to stroke and twist my shaft in a slightly rough fashion.  That was all I could take.

Mark: "Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!!!!"

My first shot of hot cum fired out of my cock like a bullet, splashing against the back of her throat.  Crissy took it all.  She relentlessly stroked my cock and squeezed my balls as she sucked every last drop of cum out of my cock like a straw.  I guess she was not into the whole "shooting it on her tits or face" thing.  I felt like time stopped as my cock pumped more and more cum into Crissy's mouth.

Minutes passed, and I just lay there, my heart rate slowing itself.  Crissy was staring at me, extending her tongue out to tease and taste my cock, her tongue nuzzling in the opening on my cockhead.

Mark: "That was incredible!"

Crissy: "Why thank you.  Now are you gonna leave me hanging?  Or return the favor?"

I got up immediately and lifted Crissy into my arms, planting a deep kiss on her.  I could taste some of my own cum in her mouth, but it didn't matter to me.  I pulled her head away and stared deep into her eyes.

Mark: "Madame...it would be my pleasure!"

Eager to please the gorgeous woman who gave me a hell of a blowjob, I laid Crissy on her back and snuggled up next to her, bringing my lips to hers.  We made out for a few minutes as I let my free hand roam all over her half-naked body.  Caressing her breasts, sliding down her toned abs, and into her shorts.  My lips left hers and immediately attacked her right breast, sucking and nibbling on it as she cradled my head in her arms.  My one hand began to massage her wet pussy under her shorts as Crissy sighed in approval.

After nibbling and sucking on Crissy's shapely tits for a while, I made my way downward, planting small kisses all over her stomach.  I made her giggle when I took the tip of my tongue and  nuzzled her navel.  I made my way between her legs, lifting them up in the air as I grabbed the elastic of her shorts with my fingers, sliding them off her glorious body.

After tossing the shorts aside, I finally got a look at her completely naked body.  She was a goddess.  I stared for a moment and thanked whoever was watching me from above for this beautiful girl.  I spread her legs apart with my hands and lowered myself to her glistening pussy.  The scent of her sex was intoxicating as I inhaled deeply.  Her pussy looked so wet that I was in heaven.  I gently blew air on her pussy, sending shivers up and down Crissy's spine.

Crissy: "Oooooohhhhhhh."

Not wanting to tease any further, I took my tongue and ran in from the bottom of her pussy to the top.  She tasted wonderful as her body convulsed to my touch.  Up and down my tongue went as I feasted on her love juices.  As I kept taking long strokes up and down her wet pussy, I started to drive my tongue deeper and deeper into her warm folds.

Crissy: "Mmmmmmmmmm...that feels sooooooo good!"

Taking this as a positive sign, I started to wiggle my tongue deeper and deeper into her wet pussy until my lips were against her pussy lips.  I drove my tongue in and out of her, fucking her pussy with my tongue, my mind looking forward to how my cock would feel inside her warm, moist pussy.  Crissy was moaning and arching her back as I worked my tongue in and out of her.  I saw her tweaking her nipples.  My hands moved up her gorgeous mounds where they massaged her breasts.  I pulled my tongue out of Crissy's pussy and wrapped my lips around her clitoris.  I then sucked hard on her clitoris while swirling my tongue all around her clitoris in my mouth.


The Girl Next Door Ch. 1.01



The Girl Next Door series is a collaboration between the author and a woman who did not mind sharing her most intimate fantasies with him. The story is fantasy, but many of the details pertaining to the two main characters are real. Both parties were involved in advancing the plot. 

1.

I cannot believe this! I have to go all the way downstairs to answer the fucking door, when I was so... busy! Who could be out there, anyway? Now that my husband is gone, I've always got the whole morning to myself to do whatever I want, and I was doing just that, when I heard the doorbell!

Wait. Maybe it's the UPS guy, delivering a parcel, or a... package. A nice, big package. Yum. I'd love a nice, big package right now, when I'm home all alone and especially considering what I was just doing upstairs. A white package, a brown package, a black package, oh, what's a girl to do? I'll just have to see what Mr. Doorbell looks like first. At least, I hope it's a Mr. What if it's a Mrs.? I'll just have to think about that one a little more, won't I?

Okay, I'm at the foyer, and I'm taking a good look into the mirror hanging there to make sure I'm presentable. Hair's a little messy, but not horrible. I pull it back just a little, to show off my cute face. What about the rest of me? Nice, C cup tits, held snug by my tee shirt, no bra underneath, check. A quick, half-turn, and I'm looking at my backside. Nice, big butt curving out my semi-tight sweats, nooooo underwear underneath, check on that one, too.

I'm so hot, I'm starting to turn myself on. I want to touch myself all over, just like I was doing a couple of minutes ago.

There's the doorbell again.

One last check in the mirror. I look like a nice girl. At least, I think I do. You know, the kind you want to take home to meet your parents and all that good stuff. And, I remind myself, I've got to remember not to be too aggressive, because the poor guy waiting outside won't know what's about to hit him, and once I make a move on him he'll probably end up running for his life. Not just any man can handle this piece of ass.

Undo the lock, crack open the door.

Ugh. It's the guy from next door. The married guy.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Hi." He says. "I can hear you from my yard."

"What?"

"I can hear what you're doing, all the way into my backyard." He repeats. "I can hear you playing with yourself. Even with the music you've got on, I can still hear you."

I hadn't realized I'd been getting so loud. "Well, I'll just go upstairs and shut the window next time. Thanks for letting me know."

Wouldn't want to upset the neighbors, now, would I? Geez, when did people start butting into everybody else's business?

I start shutting the door, only to find something is in the way. I look down, and there's this guy's old white sneaker. Pretty bold of the bastard to do that, don't you think? I look back into his face. "Was there anything else?"

"Yeah, I wanted to ask you something." He says, sliding his foot away from the doorway, as if he somehow knows I won't slam it shut on his face.

He just stands there, all cool and collected, and I'm thinking, this guy has some pretty big balls, to walk over like that and tell me he's been listening to me Jilling off.

I decided to give him the once-over. He's stocky, Hispanic. I know he works out a lot, because I can hear his weights clanging around every other day, and while he isn't shredded like some guys, I can see that he has some definition in his arms and shoulders, and especially, in his chest. And he's an older guy. I love older guys.

I remember seeing him, and his little family, when they first moved in. He looked intimidating back then, with his shaved head and his little goatee, walking around in a white wife-beater and long shorts. He looked like a hoodlum. But now, he's got his hair neat and tidy, and he's wearing a tee shirt and sweats, like I am. He's presentable, I think. No, more than that. He's... he's hot, okay.

So I decide, let's just see what this guy has to say. "I'm listening."

"Well, I was about to start working out, when I heard what you were doing." He pauses, and I don't know if this guy doesn't know what to say, or whether he's holding something back. "Let me ask you something else first. How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-two." When I say this, some kind of expression crosses his face, but I can't tell what it is. He must be a good poker player. "Is that a problem?"

"Well, it's just that I was hoping you'd be a little bit older." He replied. "I have a daughter that's twenty-two."

I think back. "I don't remember seeing her around."

"Oh, that's because she moved out with her boyfriend, right after she graduated from high school. She moved out of state."

What is this guy up to? I wonder. Asking me about my age, bringing up that he heard me doing upstairs. "I've got some things I need to take care of. You said you were going to ask me something, right?"

Again, he gives me that long look, and his eyes, they're intense, as if they could see my body right through my clothes. Even when he looks like a normal guy, and not like an outright thug, he can be intimidating.

He smiles, and it's a cute smile, with dimples on both sides. "I downloaded a book on the internet. It's a guide on how to pleasure a woman. I've been reading the first chapter, on how to perform oral sex. According to the book, the techniques are supposed to drive a woman wild. And... I was about to go looking for somebody that I could practice with after my workout, when I heard you making noises from your window."

Oh, what a son of a bitch! He's teasing me; I know he is!

"Would you be interested in being my guinea pig?"

Yes! I don't say it loud, but I can feel myself starting to feel warm all over, especially down there! The only thing stopping me from grabbing this guy by the collar and yanking him inside is that little small matter about his spouse. "Why aren't you home practicing with your wife?"

"Oh," He smiles again, and this time it's a big, happy smile. "Haven't you noticed that the neighborhood has been a whole lot quieter the last couple of weeks? That's because my wife and I aren't fighting anymore. She moved out last week. I'm next door, all alone, just like you are." He winks, and I don't know, there's something about his vibe that I'm starting to like.

That's it, I'm sold! I slide the door open all the way, and he quietly steps in. I am so ready to jump this guy's bones right now, as I'm shutting the door behind him.

He holds his hand out. "I'm sure you've heard my name before, since my wife and I used to get in some pretty loud arguments all the time. But since we've never been properly introduced, I'm Rudy."

He has a nice, firm handshake, I notice. "Marie."

"Have you ever read anything by Sandra Brown?" He asks. "Or Linda Jackson?"

"They write romance novels, right?"

"Yeah." He nods. "Lots of bestsellers. Some things I've been wanting to try out, about how women like to be approached. Do you know what tap-out rules are? Like in MMA fighting?"

"No."

He reaches out and taps me lightly on the shoulder. "You do this, if you want me to stop. Okay?"

"Stop what?" I barely get the question out of my mouth, when this guy comes at me like a freight train. He damn near slams me against the front door, hard enough to jar the mirror on the wall, and I'm gasping because he scared me, and he's got me pinned, and he's holding my arms out with his, and pressing his chest hard against mine.

Rudy pauses a moment, keeping his body against me, but not holding my arms as strong, maybe to give me the chance to tap-out, like he said. The side of his face is only an inch or two from the side of mine, and while part of me feels the adrenalin rush from what he just did, the other part of me, the sexual side, starts to stir up in a way that usually doesn't happen until I'm at the latter stages of foreplay. I haven't taken any of my clothes off yet, and here I was, already wet!

Rudy's head starts to move. His mouth is all over my neck, and cheek, and his tongue is lashing around near my ear, and then it's swirling around inside of it. His tongue is mangling my ear back and forth, and I close my eyes to absorb the tingling he's started there. Then his teeth are nibbling at my earlobe, sometimes gentle, sometimes biting hard enough to make me wonder if he's some kind of vampire.

My nipples are trying to burn holes through my shirt, trying to get to his chest, and I'm so wet downstairs that I can feel it. As I feel Rudy's head start to swing closer, I open my mouth to kiss him, but like a bastard, he ignores me. He just keeps going until his head is on the opposite side of mine, and he starts planting the same kisses on my neck and cheeks as he did before.

When he starts nibbling on my other ear, his thigh slips in between my legs and presses firmly on my mound, and his knee starts squirming on it so that it almost feels as if I'm rubbing myself with my own hand. Between his knee and the fabric of my sweats stimulating my pussy, and his tongue and teeth working feverishly at my ear, I feel like I'm being overloaded, and when a handful of minutes later, he hasn't let up even a bit, he hits the jackpot, and I start moaning out loud and drenching both my sweats and his with hot, steamy cum.

He doesn't even stop there, as he clasps his hands into mine and lifts my arms up high against the door, and while he's stopped with the kissing, his knee is still trying to drive itself into my pussy. I cum a second time, breathing hard against Rudy's face, and wishing his cock was impaled inside of me, but wondering how he'd gotten me to cum so fast without even taking off my clothes, without even touching my breasts or my lips, and by only touching my pussy with his fucking knee!

If he could do so much with so little, I had to ask myself just how far this guy could really go.

Rudy took half a step back, glancing down at the wet spot on the leg of his sweats, and at the bigger wet spot on my own sweats. He brought up his eyes until they met mine, and like a boyfriend would in public, he pecked me lightly on the lips.

"Let's move over to the couch." He said, and as if we were two lovers out on a stroll, he kept his hand in mine as he led me away from the door.

2

Rudy stops me a few feet from the couch.

"You ever heard of Mr. Spock?" He asks.

Who cares? I think. I just want him to get on with the show! I make a face, to let him know that it's okay, you're on third base now and you can go all the way home, but he's taking it in like he's got all the time in the world. "No, I do not know who Mr. Spock is."

"Well, he's this character from the old Star Trek TV show." Rudy answers. "He's always analyzing things, and looking at them from different angles. Think of me like the Mr. Spock..." He drops his voice. "Of pretty young women that are left home all alone."

I don't know how he's doing it, but every time he drops his voice, I keep getting images of hot, wet sex. Is this guy hypnotizing me or something? No, that's not the right word. What is it? Mesmerizing?

Snakes do that, don't they? They mesmerize their prey, and make them hold completely still, right before they devour them! And that's exactly what I want Rudy to do, to devour my pussy like he said he would!

"Close your eyes." He says. "I want to try something."

Although certain parts of me are screaming for attention, like my titties for instance, I take a deep breath, and I do as he says. Slowly, I start calming myself down, but it isn't easy.

And I'm standing there waiting, like forever.

"You still there?" I ask, ready to open my eyes. But I don't, just in case Rudy has another surprise for me, like fucking me with his knee a few minutes ago. I decide I wanted to tease him a little. "Or did you go back home, knowing you won't be able to handle me?"

"I'm still here." He answers, from a whole different direction than I expected him to. He's like five feet away from me, over on my left. I can sense him coming closer, though. "Who knows, maybe I can't handle you. Maybe you are too much for me." He says. His breath comes in close to my ear, and his voice comes out in a whisper. "Because you're so sssssssexy."

The way he draws out the 's,' it's like listening to a piece of paper slowly being torn in half. Like nails on a chalkboard, slowly. And it makes me shiver with goose bumps.

He hovers over near my other ear. "What do you see in your mind, when I say the word 'fuck'?"

He gives that last word an extra emphasis, and it does conjure up some naughty images. I see me, riding him for all he's worth. I see me grinding my ass onto his hips, and screaming so loud that the neighbors across the street can hear me.

"I see you limping your way back home." I say, finally. "And not being able to get off your bed for a week."

"Really?" He says, and he's standing right behind me. His chest is touching my back, and his waist is so close to my butt that I can feel his erection poking at me. And his mouth is breathing heavily onto the back of my neck, and making all the little hairs back there stand up. "Tell me which way you're going to fuck me."

In my mind, I see it. "You're on the floor, and I'm on top, facing the ceiling and with my arms and legs spread out on the carpet. I am working you like a wild animal, and I'm not letting you up until I'm satisfied."

I can feel him walking around, and standing before me. His chest is pressed close to mine, almost as close as when we were against the front door. His crotch feels so warm against my sweats. "Now imagine yourself facing me, and still on top. Can you see your breasts bouncing in the air?"

"Yes."

"Can you see me touching them?"

"Yes."

"Like this?" The palms of his hands push up on my breasts, and pull back suddenly so my breasts bounce. He does it again, and just as I'm starting to like it, Rudy's hands each grasp one of my oversized peaches, and he gives them a good squeeze.

I'm liking this very much, I think, but it's so one-sided. He's doing everything, and I'm just standing here getting abused. I want to participate, damn it! "When is it going to be my turn, Rudy?"

"Soon." He answers, as his hands drift away, and a moment later, his body does the same. "Or maybe... tomorrow, or the next day. Maybe never."

"No." I say. "I don't think so. More like in five seconds."

He gives me a slap on the ass, hard enough to make me jump. I whirl around, wondering how he got behind me so fast, opening my eyes and seeing him just standing there, with a devilish smile on his face.

"It's time for you to take off your clothes." He says. "And I'd like you to kneel down in front of the couch, and to stick your ass up in the air for me."

Finally, we're getting somewhere. I give Rudy my best bedroom eyes, right before I pull my shirt over my head, ball it up and throw it in his face. Take that, you tease! I can see that he didn't like it, but maybe that'll get him out of his little game, and mad enough to give me the wild fucking I need. "If you want my sweats off, you're just going to have to do it yourself."

He's caught off guard, for just a moment, before he decides to step in my direction. "How about we take each other's sweats off? At the same time?" He says, as he comes in close and wraps his arms around my waist.

His hands slide down to my sweatpants, feeling the swell of my ass, gripping it. I can feel him going past the fabric, and his fingers are on my bare flesh, and it feels so good that he's finally touching me where I want him to. I return the favor, sticking my own hands into his sweats, finding that his ass is meaty, and tight, and just to let him know that I'm not going to let him push me around anymore, I dig my nails into his butt, not harshly, but just hard enough to draw his attention.

Rudy doesn't seem as taken aback as I thought he'd be, though he does seem a little surprised that I've wrestled some of his precious control away from him.

I ask, "You still think you can handle me?"

"Are you kidding?" He's smiling again, and I want to start kissing those cute dimples of his, and I will in a second.

He says, "Here I was thinking that you're one of those girls who has to be led around a little bit, and now I'm finding out I was wrong about that."

Deciding to turn the tables on him, I lean in close to his ear. "Grrrrr. I'm more of a tiger than you are."

He answers by pulling on my sweats, and they fall down to my ankles. I counter by pulling down on his, and even better, I've got his cock in my hand now. It's an average size, but it's thick like a fat piece of sausage, as thick as my wrist. It will do very nicely for what I have in mind. I have to do a double take, though, as I notice he's shaved all of his pubic hair off.

As if he's reading my mind, he shrugs and says. "The porn stars do it, so I thought, why not?"

I stroke it a little, relishing how smooth it looks, and how velvety soft it feels. I can already feel it going inside of me.

"What would you like to do next?" He asks.

"I want that licking you promised me when you came to the door." I say. "But I want to do some licking of my own, too."

"Okay." He agrees. "But I'm feeling kind of thirsty. You got anything to drink?"

"Are you serious?"

He nods, but he's grinning like he's up to something.

"I've got some iced tea in the fridge."

"Extra sweet?"

"Yeah, I guess." I say, and if that's all that's keeping me from sixty-nining this guy, then I'm going to go and get him some fucking iced tea. I almost drop the damn pitcher as I take it out, but I fill a glass all the way to the top so he won't be sending me back for seconds. I go back and hand him the glass, but he doesn't drink it right away. I notice that his shirt is off now, and I'm liking his muscles, too.

"Who's going to be on the bottom?" He asks.

"You are. Now hurry up and have your drink, and get down on the carpet."

"Okay." He says, and he takes a sip. I'm looking right at him as he tips the glass over on his chest, and lets the tea run down his skin toward his lower abdomen. Then, he lowers the glass, and puts his cock in it, until it's good and doused, and when he pulls it out he's got iced tea dripping off its end and onto the carpet.

Rudy sets the glass on an end table, and casually, he lies down on the emptiest part of the living room.

"What the hell did you just do?"

"A variation on the whipped cream scenario." He explains.

For a quick second I imagine my husband coming home early, and opening the door to find me and the next door neighbor eating each other out. The thought doesn't scare me a bit, and to be perfectly honest it does quite the opposite. It thrills me, and I go right over and climb on Rudy's face wanting to suffocate him with my ass, and wondering just what iced tea flavored cock tastes like. A second later, I'm leaning over and he's in my mouth. He tastes so sweet and sticky, and I just want to lick him all over until he's cleaned up, and then I want to go back into the kitchen and bring out the whole fucking pitcher of iced tea, so I can pour it all over his body and start all over again.

And Rudy's back there squeezing my ass, licking the backs of my thighs and deliberately keeping away from my pussy, but I don't care about that. Not yet anyway, because I've got his cock right where I want it. I take in as much as I can, but it's so fat and the angle's so bad that I'm wondering if we should shift positions so I can swallow up even more of it.

Then Rudy pokes a thumb into me, and as he starts swirling around with it. He's licking all around the edges with his tongue, and he's so close to finding my clit, and when he does, I want to moan so bad I have to let go of what I'm squeezing into my mouth, and my voice comes out lusty and ragged.




The Girl Next Door Ch. 1.01



Then his thumb happens on that little spot that's the size of a quarter, and I feel as if I'm a pinball machine, and my pussy is screaming and going Tilt, Tilt, Tilt! I want him to touch everywhere else, except Right There, because it's so intense I can barely keep myself together!

I have to scramble off of him, and I start turning around so I can properly engulf his cock, but Rudy's like a wrestler, as he grabs me by the waist hard enough to take me where he feels like it. I end up at the edge of the couch, with my face in the cushions, and my ass up in the air. Just like he wanted me.

Three fingers start caressing my pussy, from the tips to the palm and back, before Mr. Thumb introduces himself again to my very moist insides. Now that Rudy's found The Spot, it's like he doesn't want to leave it alone anymore, and he's like a little kid with a brand new toy. I don't know if I'm relieved or upset when he finally pulls his hand away from there!

What I do know, is that his whole face has taken over. I can feel him licking and nibbling all over my ass, all over the back of my thighs, and I arch my butt even more because I want to direct him to my sweet spot. His cheeks, his chin, even his nose are prodding at me back there, and then his tongue goes exactly where I want it to. He spreads my lips, but it's not enough, and like a little slut, I reach back there and stretch my ass out as far as I can, so that he can probe into me even further.

I get so caught up, I barely hear Rudy saying something about his neck stiffening up. He also says something about me not moving an inch. A moment later, he's shuffling around and getting on his back, and his head is scooting up between my legs. He guides me down onto his face, keeping me partly aloft with his hands, and finding that perfect height where he can manipulate me with his lips and tongue.

I want to crash my ass down on his face, I want to feel his tongue slipping deep inside of me like a wet snake. And worst of all, I want that fat cock of his!

I start scooting down, keeping my weight full on Rudy's chest so he can't squirm away and move me around to whatever position HE wants me in. His face looks like a glazed doughnut thanks to me, and as I keep moving my body lower on his, he reaches out to snare me anyway. He plants my mouth on his, keeping my head in place with his strong grip, even as my hand scrambles behind me to try and grab his big sausage. I almost have it, too, but his other hand clamps around my wrist, and he lets go of my head long enough to maneuver both of my wrists together.

I'm like his little prisoner, as he holds both of my wrists together behind my back with one of his powerful hands, and his free hand decides it's going to grope me all over; from my spread ass to my burning titties, until that hand finally clasps the back of my neck and forces our mouths together again.

My lips taste my own moistness, lathered all over Rudy's face, and it's so sweet and sticky, and so different from the taste of iced tea cock I tasted earlier.

I could stay like this for days, licking my cum from off of Rudy's face, and feeling his taut chest hot against my burning nipples, and his erect cock back there, so close to my ass and sometimes even pressed against it, that it's still driving me crazy because it's all got to be part of Rudy's plan to keep teasing me forever. That cock should have been inside of me ages ago!

Maybe Rudy's had enough of the foreplay himself, because all of a sudden I feel him roll me over on my back. When I see him take his rightful place on his knees, scooting close to my thighs and reaching down to grasp his big tool, I know exactly where it's going. I want it so bad, I arch my back up, placing my pussy as close to his body as I can, and he starts moving forward.

He's pressed right up against me, poised to invade, when he halts.

It takes me a good, long minute to figure out that the phone is ringing, but I don't care. "What are you waiting for?" I demand to know.

It's like a spell had been broken. I could see it in Rudy's face, that maybe all he'd really been planning was to eat me out, and to leave it at that. He'd gotten all worked up into a fever, though, just like I had, and now that the phone was ringing, it was like a bucket of cold water being doused around his head.

He's mumbling something about "...only twenty-two..." and "...I could be your father..."

"Rudy?" I ask.

He glances at me, as if he'd forgotten that I was still there. Then he looks over at that stupid phone, that keeps ringing and ringing like some annoying brat. "You'd better get that."

It's all he says. I can't believe it!

So I get to my feet, and I walk over to the end table where the phone is. I can feel Rudy's eyes boring into my naked body every step of the way.

My husband is on the other end, wanting to flirt with me, and to tell me what he's going to do to me later, once he gets home. As we're talking, I watch Rudy quietly getting dressed, and although I want to tell him that my husband's not coming home anytime soon, I don't. Instead, I say into the phone, "I just had this wild fantasy, that the neighbor from next door came over and fucked my brains out."

My husband asks, which neighbor?

"Oh, you know. That Hispanic guy that's always working out in his back yard. Yeah, he's kind of hot. Not as hot as you are, though."

I say it loud enough for Rudy to hear, and he does. He doesn't really react, he just kind of turns away and starts looking around to make sure he didn't leave any kind of evidence. A moment later, he slips out past the front door like a ghost.

The only signs that he was ever there, are the jumble of my clothes strewn all over the floor, and the glass of iced tea spiked with his cock.

As I keep talking to my hubby, I wonder what I'm going to do about my next door neighbor, as he left me completely wet and wanting, like very few men I've ever been with before. And all of that without even going all the way.

One of these days, I promised myself, I will have my way with him. No more teasing, no more analyzing like Mr. Spock, whoever that is. Just wild and reckless sex, and lots of it.

Rudy, I think, you'd better be watching out for me, because I will definitely be coming for you. And by that I mean, cumming all over you. 



The Girl Next Door Ch. 1.02



Marie Gets Her Way, And Then Some

I can't stop thinking about my next door neighbor. He got me so hot a couple of days ago, and I've been fucking my husband so much he's starting to dread when I start getting antsy, when I start giving him That Look. And while the sex with my hubby is fantastic, oh, how he can get me horny, too, but he always does it his certain way, and while he does have his little variety going on, Rudy is so... so different from the attention that I usually get.

My husband is at work now, and I've been pacing around the house for like an hour, when I step over to the bedroom window and take a look into the yard next door. Certain, naughty parts of me start getting excited when I see Rudy lugging his weights around, and after watching him for a few minutes, I can see that he's organizing them in a uniform way. He's got all the little weights on one side, the big ones in a second pile, and three different weight bars over on the side. I'm wondering if he's got his socks and underwear all sorted out like that, too.

He's like a fucking enigma in my head. How can he be so bold, and so nerdy at the same time? Maybe, I start to think, it's time somebody upset his little apple cart.

I trot down the stairs, and head outside, but I use the back door in case any of the other neighbors are out. I'm wearing a tee and sweats, what I usually wear when I'm lounging around the house, with no underwear underneath, because who needs all that?

The fence is a little high for me, and I have to stand on my tippy-toes to peek over it. Rudy is tightening some weights on some dumbbells, and I watch as he finishes up and starts curling them before I let him know I'm around.

"Hi, Rudy." My voice sounds sweet, like cotton candy when it melts in your mouth.

Rudy glances in my direction, but he keeps doing his set. "Hey. What's shakin'?"

"I'm all alone again." I try to sound cute and adorable. "You wanna come over and show me some more of your tricks?"

Rudy grins. "You're a little firecracker, aren't you? Yeah, I'll go over, as long as you don't think you'll get into any trouble."

"I don't get into trouble. I am trouble."

Finishing up his reps, Rudy sets his dumbbells down and walks over on his side of the fence. "I've read a couple more chapters on that book I told you about. Tell you what, as soon as I'm finished with my routine here, I'll go and knock on your door, and I'll school you on everything I read."

I pout. "How long is that going to take?"

Rudy shrugs. "Hour, hour and a half. Then I'll take a shower, and I'll see you in a bit."

This bastard just turns his back on me, and walks back over to his weights. Here I am practically throwing myself at him, and he fucking walks away like I'm not even there. Oh, I don't think so, buddy! It's my turn today!

I glance over at his side of the yard. He's got a gate at the front edge of his house, and it's tall with black bars, and a black screen over it. If I go around the edge of my yard, and make it through that gate without being seen, none of my nosy neighbors will know what I'm up to unless they come over and stick their heads over the fence like I just did.

I stride through my front yard confidently, as if I know exactly what I'm doing, exactly where I'm going, and I turn the corner into Rudy's yard, and keep stepping right up to his gate. As quickly as I can manage it, I avoid a couple of yucky cobwebs and lift the latch, and a second later, I'm in Rudy's backyard and shutting the gate behind me. Full of accomplishment and daring, I walk right over to where Rudy is standing at the back of the house. I place my hands on my hips, and raise my eyebrows at him.

Rudy's smiling at me. "That was reverse psychology."

"What? You mean you wanted me to come back here?"

He's putting some of the heavier weights on a bar, which he's got laying on the rack of his weight bench. "You're the hottest chick on the block. What guy in his right mind would not want you jumping into his backyard with him?"

"What do you know about psychology, anyway?"

Rudy shrugs. "Not much, but I do know that if you want a woman to do something, you say No to her first."

I cross my arms. "You think you know everything, don't you?"

"You're here, aren't you?" He says, and to soften up how much of an asshole he sounds like, he blows a kiss at me. "Let me just do one more exercise, and I'm all yours."

Argh! He's always one step ahead of me, and I'm starting to hate it. Even when I think I'm being unpredictable, he knows exactly what I'm going to do!

As I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to beat him at his own game, I watch him tighten the weights on the bar. He lies down on the bench, and starts feeling for a grip on the bar, when I wished he was feeling for a grip on me instead.

Let's see him predict this, I decide, as I walk right over and straddle him. The bench isn't one of those cheap, narrow benches; it's the sturdier kind with really thick legs, so I know it's not going to tip over on us or anything.

Rudy still has his hands up on the bar, as if he's expecting me to get off, and when I don't, he says, "You know, this would be a little easier if you weren't sitting on me."

"You want me to get off?" I ask, as I start slowly grinding my ass onto his thighs. I can't believe I'm even doing this, so blatantly out in the open, and with so many ways that I could get caught. I am such a little slut. But you know that already, don't you?

"I'd say you were getting off already." Rudy says, and I can feel him getting hard for me. I can feel him stretching out under my sweats, and I adjust my hips so that his cock is rising up right underneath my pussy. If only our sweats weren't keeping us apart, I'd be taking that thing and cramming it into myself already!

And why not, I ask myself? It's a gorgeous day out, and I can use a little sun on my body. All over my body. "Don't you move a muscle." I warn Rudy, as I pull away.

My shirt, my sweatpants, my sandals are all gone less than ten seconds later.

It makes me feel so reckless to mount Rudy again, and to feel the soft, breezy air swirling against my skin, and the rays of the sun warming up my back and backside. I get goose pimples all over, as I imagine someone coming by and seeing us, seeing me fully nude and with my bare ass spread over this older guy's thighs. A guy that's old enough to be my father.

I can barely remember what I was thinking earlier, that maybe I wanted to tease Rudy the way he enjoys tormenting me, and I don't know what I'm thinking now, except that I want to give Rudy the fuck of his life, and I want to cum so hard on that fat dick of his. I want to gush out like a steamy geyser, all over his body, and as I explode, I want to scream out so loud that the whole world will hear me.

I lunge forward like a hungry Amazon, capturing Rudy's lips with the snare of my mouth, and shoving my tongue as deep as it'll go. And this bastard below me, he's not shy, not at all, and it's almost as if he's been waiting for me to catch up to him, waiting for me to reach his level. He matches the movements of my tongue, thrust for thrust and parry for parry, as if we're fencing for control, for dominance, and in so many ways, that's exactly what we're doing. He's the old master, and I'm the young student, and I just know I can defeat him this time!

Finally, I compel him to remove his hands from his stupid weight bar, and I want them to go straight to my ass, but instead, Rudy reaches around my upper back. He hugs me hard, as if he wants both our bodies to merge together, as if he wants his kisses to reach depths and passions that neither one of us has discovered before.

By the way he's holding me, and the fact that I'm naked and outside where everyone can see me, my senses start to peak. I'm so close to bursting, but I don't want to do it without being filled with Rudy's cock. I fumble an arm behind me, nearly tearing at Rudy's sweats, until my fingers settle around the prize between his legs.

I don't wait. I point it where it's supposed to go, and my body swallows it up.

My orgasm rips through me, as soon as my pussy starts to stretch out, as soon as it greets its extra-large invader, and I buck down hard, and keep bucking down, trying to keep the overwhelming sensation going as long as I can.

For a long moment, I feel as if I'm in another world, another universe, and the only things that exist in that universe are me and Rudy, bonded as a single animal with two heartbeats, and around us are torrents upon torrents of high voltage ecstasy. And those torrents are crashing down like lightning within my body.

I don't even realize that I've shut my eyes, and when I open them, I see that Rudy's eyes are closed as well. A moment later his eyes flutter open.

As I sit up, I realize that Rudy's isn't that hard anymore. I was so overwhelmed with my orgasm that I didn't even realize he'd already had his. And now, there's a ton of cum between our two bodies. Gallons of it.

"Did we do all that?" I ask. I was almost afraid to get up, because there might still be a river of it waiting to gush out.

"Hey, I want a rematch!" Rudy sounds as if he's grumbling. "I wasn't supposed to cum so fast."

"You'll get it." I smile down at him, wiggling my ass until he finally slips out of me. I feel lots of moistness creeping out from between my legs.

"I'm serious." He insists, and by pulling himself up with the bar, he manages to sit up, with me still sitting nude on his thighs, facing him. "I've timed myself. I can do a full hour before I cum."

"Okay, I believe you. What-ever."

He pecks me on the lips, and I'm starting to like those pecks. They're like little reminders that he's thinking about me, all of me, and not just my pussy. "I don't know how big your husband is, but you are a very tight squeeze."

When Rudy mentions my husband, I imagine my spouse coming home, and walking around the house looking for me. I imagine him looking out the window from the second floor, and seeing me in Rudy's yard, naked and straddling the neighbor like a little whore. It starts to make me horny again. "How much time do you need..." I tease Rudy. "To recover?"

"I don't know." He answers. "I thought I had it all figured out, but you just threw my timing off. A little while, I guess. Ten, fifteen minutes."

"Well, I'd like to get myself cleaned up, so I can be ready for you by then." I say, as I get to my feet. "Do you mind if I use your bathroom?"

"Go right ahead." He motions at his back door. "Past the kitchen, to your right."

I scoop up my clothing before I walk in, and once I'm through Rudy's back door, I'm almost celebrating inside. After suffering through all these defeats or stalemates, I finally beat Rudy at his own game! And not only that, but I came so hard I felt like a rocket ship blasting into space.

I find the bathroom easy enough, and after I freshen up a bit and get dressed, I decide to go exploring around the house. Sure enough, there isn't much evidence of a female presence in the kitchen, which is as tidy as I've come to expect from Rudy, with no dishes in the sink or trash lying around. The living room is just as clean, with only a few sports magazines resting on the glass and black iron coffee table, two upholstered black couches, a big, but not giant, TV, and a component stereo system on glass and black shelving. No pictures of family, I notice, and I wonder why that is.

I make my way through the only hallway, coming to two bedroom doors. One of the rooms must be Rudy's, because it has a bed inside, and for once, I see a messy side of him; the covers are crumpled together on one side of the bed. I almost go in that room, because I want to see if I'm right about the socks and undies being anally organized, when all the boxes in the second room attract my attention.

This is where I go next. Some of the boxes are labeled as books, some as movies, but there's a specific one in the corner that I go to. In black marker, it reads 'Fam. Pics.' The box isn't closed shut, it's just sitting there with its flaps open, and I take a peek inside. All of the frames are turned so their pictures are facing in, and I have to pull them out to take a look at them.

I see him, posing with his wife. She's pretty, and as I pull out a few more pictures, I can see that she has a nice pair of tits on her. I keep digging through the box, not because I'm that nosy in general, but because I'm so curious about what makes Rudy tick, and near the bottom, I pull out a picture of him, his wife, and a girl of about eighteen. This must be the daughter he was talking about, the one that's the same age I am.

Although this is only one picture, I can see that she's about my height, and from what she's wearing and how she's posed, I have a sudden idea on how I could really get back at Rudy for all that teasing he's been doing to me. I'm going to leave him soooo speechless this time.

I don't put the pictures back, I just leave them out on the floor for him to find later, and I make my way out of the house.

Rudy's gone back to his weights. He's sitting on a chair, with his hand curling a dumbbell down close to the ground, and bringing it up to his knee. He watches me step out. "You get lost in there?"

"No, just taking a look at your house."

"Did you check out my bed? You're going to be squirming on it in a few minutes."

He's back to his usual swagger, where he doesn't miss a beat, and where he's always trying to push the envelope. Do I have a surprise coming to him, I think to myself. There are a few things I have to know first, before I put my plan into action. "What is your wife's name?"

"Kathy."

That was disinformation. This is what I really want to know. "And your daughter? What's her name?"

"Heather." Rudy says.

"You said she left, right after high school?"

"Yeah, she ran off with her boyfriend." There was a hard edge there, I notice.

"Bet you're pretty pissed off about that."

"Something like that." He says, and he's turning away just enough to let me know that he's avoiding my eyes.

"Hey, I've got to go and check on something at my house. I'll be right back."

Rudy doesn't answer.

"You're not going to go anywhere, are you?" I ask. "I don't want to come back into your yard and find out you're not home."

Whatever he's hiding, he's able to push it away with that big, cheery look of his. "Do you really think I'd pass up the chance to tap that ass of yours? You're the one that's going to be limping home when it's over, and that's a fact. I may just have to carry you back into your house."

"Oh, promises, promises." I flirt back, and before I get all horny again, I flutter away home.

I feel devilishly dirty when I start digging through my old clothes. I soon find what I need: a short-sleeved white shirt, with buttons running down the front, and a plaid skirt, but it's got gray patches on it, instead of the green I saw in Rudy's picture. And then, I do my hair up in pigtails, just like his daughter had in the shot. I take a look at myself in the mirror, and I know it's not perfect, because Rudy's daughter has black hair, and mine is a sandy blonde, but it's the closest I can come to looking like her.

Also, I start thinking back at all the little things I've come to learn about Rudy. He's detail-oriented, and he doesn't like it when things don't go the way he plans them to. He likes to get things done completely, and not leave them halfway finished. And finally, I am beginning to suspect that Rudy has a thing for his daughter.

The signs are all there. He picked me, first of all, when he damn well knew he was old enough to be my dad, instead of going out and looking for a woman closer to his age. And all those times he seemed dumbfounded, like when he asked me about my age at my front door, and when he was about to screw me on my living room floor, but stopped himself, well, those weren't because he wanted to tell me he was doing the wrong thing. Instead, he was trying to convince himself that he was doing the wrong thing.

I could be wrong, in which case Rudy would probably throw me out of his house, and our little fling would be over. But what if I was right? What if he really did have a thing for his daughter, and I came waltzing in with my schoolgirl outfit, and engaged in a little harmless role-play with him? What was the analyst in him going to say then? What was he going to do, other than to stumble over his words in shock, or even better, be left round-eyed and speechless? Rudy, I thought to myself, you are about to get the tease of your life!

I hurry down the stairs, peeking out through some of the front windows to make sure none of the other neighbors were chatting outside, or out mowing their lawns or whatever. Then, I sneak out through the back door and keep close to the fence, and hurry around the corner and into Rudy's backyard. I almost don't breathe until I close his gate behind me.

I can't believe my heart is beating so fast, it's pounding in my head like a drum, and I'm getting so excited just thinking about how I'm going to pull one over on my sexy older neighbor. I barely begin to calm myself down, when I reach Rudy's back door, but when I imagine the look he's about to have on his face, I get excited all over again.

The door is unlocked, and I step in. I can hear the shower running, and I go over to the bathroom door and say, in my most pleasant voice, "I'm back now. Did you miss me?"

"I'll show you how much as soon as I step out of here." His garbled voice answers.

I glance around. Where should I wait for Rudy? On his bed? No, it would be too easy for him to walk away from me. In the living room? I don't know, it just didn't feel sexy enough. The kitchen was even worse. The shower shuts off, and I decide to wait just out of sight, in the turn of the hallway.

Rudy steps out, with a big, blue towel knotted around his middle, and before he can see me, I step up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. His back is still moist, and he smells nice, like citrus body wash. I run one hand down over his crotch, and find his cock to be as hard as a rock.

"Hi, daddy. I'm home from school now."

Rudy unclasps my hands and starts to turn. "What did you say?"

He sees what I'm wearing, and while his jaw doesn't exactly drop down to the floor, I do see his eyes open up wider, and he gulps a moment later. The first thing he can think of saying is, "You walked into my yard dressed like that?"

"Yes, daddy." I say, dropping my voice to a lusty, sexy whisper, just as Rudy had done to me in my own living room a few days ago. I was going to use his tricks against him. I reach out, feeling the wide ridge of his cock through the towel. "And you know how I don't wear any underwear beneath my clothes. Right, daddy?"

He is so frozen right now!

I start running my hand up his waist, feeling the strong bumps of his chest. "You have all these muscles, daddy, but there's only one I'm interested in right now. It's a big one."

Rudy's mouth quivers open. He starts to speak, but it comes out hoarse and dry. He clears his throat. "About the underwear. My wife always had this habit of walking around the house in a shirt and panties. My daughter picked up the habit from her, and it wasn't such a big deal until... Until she started filling out like a woman. Sometimes, my daughter would be lying in front of the TV, with just a tee shirt and panties on, and I'd be sitting on the couch right behind her, at our old place. Let me rephrase that. My daughter didn't just do it sometimes. She did this to me all the time."

He was recovering from the shock a lot faster than I'd expected him to. And not only was he not about to kick me out of his house, but he was admitting to me that he had some kind of thing for his daughter. I don't know why, but this was turning me on even more than some of the tactics he'd been using on me.




The Girl Next Door Ch. 1.02



"And when you saw her like that," Again, I was using one of Rudy's mind tricks. "What did you feel like doing to her?"

"Why don't you go lie down in front of the TV, and we'll both find out?"

I half-bounce, half-saunter away, feeling so hot and sexy as I pretend to be Rudy's daughter. I even glance over my shoulder, and pull my skirt up to flash my ass at him. Not only is he staring at me, but he's undoing the simple knot that's holding his towel together.

"You are a little hooker, you know that?" He says, and he chuckles as he balls up his towel and throws it at me, in the same way that I'd thrown my shirt at him a few days earlier.

I don't get mad, though, like he had that day. I just turn around and open my mouth, and I run my tongue all around my lips. "I'm daddy's little hooker."

I don't lie down in front of the TV, either. Instead, I get down on my hands and knees, and wait. I don't have to wait for very long. Rudy damn near runs over, and he yanks my skirt so hard I hear it tear.

"Daddy, you're so rou..." That's as far as I get before his cock tears its way inside of me. And I mean, all the way inside. I squeal in surprise, because this is not the cool and calculating Rudy I was expecting to humble. As he starts to ram himself into me with more fury than passion, it's as though I'm being ravaged by a wild animal. He pushes my ass away, and pulls himself nearly all the way out, and a second later, he's slamming my thighs against his and pounding his cock back inside.

I'm cumming all over the place! And I'm crying out and gasping each time, because this is the kind of fucking that I've been wanting, needing, the kind of fucking that I rarely get at home, and here's my next door neighbor giving it to me exactly the way I want it. My pigtails start bouncing around so hard they slap at my forehead, and my nipples start to graze themselves raw on the sturdy cotton of my shirt.

I manage to groan out one deep and throaty "Oh, daddy!"

This makes Rudy shove his big cock into me even faster, and I can't even imagine the ferocity crossing his face. His balls are spanking the back of my legs hard enough to sting my skin.

"Fuck me harder, daddy!"

And he does. As he keeps slamming his cock into me, his hands shoot around my waist in a rampage to get to my tits, and I can feel some of the buttons on my shirt popping off. A second later, his hands aren't just fondling or groping my tits, they're mangling them, as if Rudy is trying to make them pop like balloons.

He's so unlike the normal Rudy, so savage and brutal, that I don't even recognize the sounds that he's forcing out of my mouth. They're not shrieks, or moans, but some bastard mix of both. Rudy is pounding me so hard he's bringing something primal out of me, and I'm not just taking it, but I'm relishing in it so much that I start shoving my ass back just as hard to meet his relentless thrusts.

Finally, Rudy's hands slip away from my breasts, and his fingers claw into my ass-cheeks. He barges in one more time, keeping his body in place long enough for me to wonder if he's reaching his climax, but a second later, he pulls all the way out. He almost came, but through sheer concentration, he manages to hold it back.

"This'll teach you to walk around like that!" Rudy scolds me.

A second later, a slap hard enough to jolt me, and to jostle a shriek from my mouth, lands square on my butt.

"Showing your ass off to your own father!"

A second slap follows on the other side of my ass, and I'm just beginning to revel in that sweet, stinging sensation, when Rudy shoves me on my side, and a second shove puts me on my back.

I don't know what I was expecting next, but it wasn't for Rudy to climb all the way up to my face. He points his big piece of meat at my mouth, and he leans forward on his hands. I only take in a little of it, when Rudy starts humping my face. I can barely breathe with that big cock stuffed into my mouth! Like a piston, his cock drives itself in deep, stretching out my lips and banging all the way to the back of my throat.

Some time later, Rudy pulls out, heaving with every breath and staring at the wall. I can swear that he's counting, and when he's done, he reaches down between his legs and grabs his meat stick, and stuffs it into my mouth again.

His strokes are slower, more timed than before, and this gives me the chance to counter him. Working in concert, my lips and tongue wrestle with the head of the beast, trying to make it give up its secrets, and for the first time, Rudy is actually making some real noise.

Who is going to have the final victory? My mouth or Rudy's cock? I know I don't like to lose, and from the little that I knew of Rudy, this is true for him as well. As he keeps drilling his cock into my mouth, I squeeze my lips tight around it, and from his grunts, I know he's hanging on to a thread. His orgasm is knocking at the door, and a moment later, he's pulling away and rolling onto his side. He's fleeing from me!

I mean to follow, now that I have him on the run, only to have an explosion of semen blast into my face. It catches me by surprise, so much that I instinctively jerk my head back, and I swear that someone just flung a bowl of the stuff at me. It goes everywhere; in my eyes, my nose, my mouth, all over my hair and cheeks, and some of it even ends up on my torn shirt. I wipe my eyes, and scramble away for Rudy's towel.

The bits of cum that entered my mouth tasted sweet, I soon discover, and they kind of remind me of pineapple. Once I get some of the stuff cleaned away, I turn and see Rudy sitting up. He's grinning.

Sheepishly, he says, "Sorry. I should have warned you about that. I take some of the stuff the porn stars do, to make it come out in ropes like that. And I eat a lot of pineapple, too, because it's supposed to make it come out sweeter. I hope you liked the taste of it. Hope you came a little bit, too. I kinda got carried away, and I forgot to please you while I was pleasing myself, like the book says."

"You are such a nerd!" I exclaim, as I make my way over to him.

"You didn't just call me a nerd."

I don't answer, as I crawl over and wrap my mouth around his spent cock, and I suck away at anything and everything that's left. His cock tastes so much better now than when it had iced tea on it. Once I finish licking him up, I climb up on top of him, and poke my sticky tongue into Rudy's mouth.

I kiss him, long and hard, and start wondering how long before he gets it up again. I am a little insatiable, don't you know? Haven't you figured that out yet?

"I guess I do taste a little like pineapple." Rudy licks his lips when I finally let him go. "Maybe you shouldn't pretend to be my daughter next time. It made me lost control."

Finally, I've found myself a good boy toy, and I guess Rudy has found himself a good girl toy, as well. I lean up to whisper into his ear. "From now on, I'm going to pretend to be your daughter EVERY time." I put an extra emphasis on the word 'every,' just as Rudy taught me to.

I was starting to pick up pretty well on all of his little tricks, wasn't I?



The Girl Next Door Ch. 1



Crissy: "OOOHHHHHH!!!!!!!!  YES!!!"

Crissy screamed out as if she was in an Herbal Essences commercial, only her hair wasn't being washed.  I sucked hard on her clitoris as she moaned and writhed under my control.  I removed one hand from her breast and drove two fingers inside of her.  I then spread the two fingers apart and moved them around inside her.

Crissy: "Ohh baby!  I'm gonna cum!"

She screamed it, and I wanted it.  I brought my lips again to her pussy and drove my tongue deep into her as I squeezed and kneaded her breasts in my hands.  Out of control, Crissy grabbed my hands and clenched her legs around my head.  I felt her pussy clamp around my tongue as a rush of juices flowed into my mouth.  I happily licked and drank the sweet taste of her cum as it gushed out.

Several minutes passed as I enjoyed the last few droplets of cum that oozed out of Crissy's hot lovehole.  Crissy simply laid there, moaning and enjoying the aftermath of the orgasmic rush she just experienced.

Crissy: "Mmmmmmmm...I can't understand why your ex left you?"

I smiled and crawled up onto the bed, cuddling up next to her.  I planted a kiss on her cheek.

Mark: "What do you want?  People do ridiculous things."

Crissy: "Well...I see it as her loss and my gain."

I leaned my head over onto Crissy's shoulder and relaxed there for a moment, but Crissy was nowhere near done.  She reached down and started to stroke my half-hard member.

Crissy: "We're not done yet loverboy!"

Crissy continued to stroke my rod until it reached its full hardness.  She rolled me onto my back with my cock pointing straight up like the Washington Monument.  Crissy then grabbed her condom off the nightstand where she left it, showing me it.

Crissy: "I want to see how you'd look in this."

Mark: "Go ahead."

Crissy ripped open the foil package and pulled the condom out.  Using those magical hands of hers, she slid the latex covering down my hard prick.  My cock became even more excited about the fucking it was about to receive.  She then straddled me, holding her wet pussy over my ready cock.  She took my cock in her hand, rubbing the head on her hot pussy.

Crissy: "I told you I was going to ride that hard cock of yours!"

With those words, Crissy lowered herself onto me.  My latex-covered cockhead speared into her waiting lovebox as she let out a deep sigh.  All at once, sensations of pleasure shot through out my entire body as I felt my cock sink deeper and deeper into Crissy's hot pussy.  Crissy closed her eyes and took it all in as she bent herself forward resting herself on my body.

I took her in my arms and began to kiss her deeply and passionately.  We drenched each other in our kiss as Crissy laid on top of me, my cock buried deep in her pussy.  After a few minutes, Crissy began to grind her hips, feeling my cock move around inside her and my rough pubic hair rub and stimulate her clitoris.

Crissy: "Ooooooooooooo!"

Crissy then began to make small and slow strokes up and down my cock.  She would slowly raise herself until my cock was just about to slip out of her, and then she would come back down.  I relished every moment of her young pussy as it squeezed and contorted around my latex-encased cock.

As the heat rose between us, Crissy began to move harder and faster.  She started to hump her pelvis on me, making my cock drive harder and deeper into her.  Her deep sighs turned into moans as she would speed up her pace every few minutes.  Finally, she was literally driving herself hard against me.  I could hear the slapping noise of her delicious ass as it hit my body with every thrust.  I was enjoying the sight of her gorgeous breasts bouncing with her movements.  I began to thrust my hips upward into Crissy as she met me with equal force.  At one point, I tried to roll over and be on top, but she stopped me, speaking in pants while fucking me hard.

Crissy: "No...not...this...time...I want...to do...it all!"

At that point, Crissy then placed her hands on my chest and began to lift and slam her pelvic area on me.  I was in heaven, but worried that she was getting worn out with this movement.  I placed my hands on her hips and helped her lift and crash on my hardness, but she would have none of that.  She immediately grabbed my wrists and pushed them against the bed.

Crissy: "You're mine loverboy!"

This gave her a renewed vigor as she relentlessly fucked me with as much passion and energy as a wild animal.  Her moans were now loud screams as her pussy gushed wetness to lubricate our movements.  No matter what, she would not let up her attack.  She pounded herself on me harder and faster like a machinegun.

Crissy: " OH MARK!  I'M GONNA CUM!!!  CUM WITH ME!!!  FILL THAT CONDOM AND CUM WITH MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

With that, Crissy pounded me a few more times before her pussy clamped down on my cock.  Her cum flowed all over, making a small puddle on my balls and bed.  Sensing that I had not cum yet, she growled and started to bounce on my cock.  I couldn't take anymore.  The feeling of her hot, tight pussy around my cock combined with the sight of her perfect chest and face bouncing in front of me sent me over the edge.  I let out a huge groan as my cock shot out another big load of cum into the condom.  Crissy wouldn't stop.  She forced herself on me over and over as her pussy milked every last drop of cum out of me.

It took Crissy several minutes to slow her pace down until she finally stopped.  Panting and sweating, she collapsed on top of me with my cock still buried deep in side her.  I wrapped my arms around her sweaty body and caressed her as she panted and laid there silently in my arms.  I thought she had fallen asleep, but she spoke.

Crissy: "So...was it worth...taking a chance...with me?"

Mark: "Yes...very much so.  I can't believe all this is happening."

Crissy planted a kiss on me before speaking again.

Crissy: "Believe it Mark.  I thought you were cute when you moved in, but I didn't know you were such a great guy until today.  I don't normally move this fast, but everything inside of me was screaming to take you now.  I'm glad I did.  I hope I get to see a lot more of you and I hope I get to have more afternoons like this in the near future."

Mark: "Me too."

We laid there and cuddled for a little while longer until I noticed that it was 6 PM.  The afternoon was over and it was now evening.  Not wanting to raise suspicions with her family, Crissy got up and took a quick shower in my bathroom before getting dressed and heading out.  I stood there in my bathrobe, still covered in sweat and juices from this afternoon's lovemaking looking at her.

Crissy: "I'll be back tomorrow Mark.  Think of me until then."

Mark: "I will Crissy...I will."

With that, she left my house and headed home.  I ended up working late into the night to finish what I didn't finish in the afternoon.  I lost sleep, but it was worth it.  I smiled and thought to myself that this "new life" I wanted has kicked off to a very good start.

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To be continued.



The Girl Next Door Ch. 2



DISCLAIMER: The story you are about to read is purely fictional.  Any possible similarities between the characters and events with people in real life are purely coincidental.

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My life couldn't be any better.  I had spent the last couple of years in misery as a 28 year-old unemployed web developer who lived with his parents.  Now I had a dream job, my own house, and a gorgeous girl next door who is totally attracted to me.

What more could a man ask for?

It had been a week since my first sexual experience with Crissy, but I still cannot forget the day she went from sitting on my lap in my home office to sitting hard on my cock in my bed.  She was everything I could ask for in a girl.  Totally gorgeous with a shapely athletic body, a rack that would make most men drool uncontrollably, and a round hard ass that would give J-Lo a run for her money.  Outside of her looks, I liked how Crissy was a bright intelligent girl with a zest for life.  Since that day, we've hung out more outside of the prying eyes of our neighbors.  We've gone to see art exhibits, long walks along the Chicago River, and of course, made love several more times.

Times did slow down though for us.  Her Spring Break had ended and her Senior year of high school still needed to be finished.  We both looked forward to when she begins college so our dating could be more public.  I never understood it.  Even I myself am accused of thinking that 18 or older, a high school girl is still a girl, and off limits to older adults like myself.  Thank God for Crissy to show me the error in my thinking.

Crissy being back in school could also have not been better timed.  My company handed me a big project designing a large web site for a Telecommunications company.  Worse off, these people had no clue what they wanted, so I was shooting in the dark.  After a horrible morning of meetings trying to get an inkling of a clue from my clients, I was happy it was 2 and I could head home to a nice relaxing day of work without anyone barking down my throat about "I'll know what I like when I see it"....YEESH!

Anyway, seeing as it was Spring in Evanston (a suburb north of Chicago), I had all my windows open as I plugged away at a layout in my office.  3 PM hit when I heard a knocking at my back door.  I quickly headed downstairs to find an upset Crissy standing there.  She didn't look happy, but she looked good.  She was clad in a light mid-driff sweater, showing a little bit of her tight abs.  Her jeans were the usual style for women now - tight with the flared bottoms.   I opened the door and she stormed inside, tossing her book bag on my kitchen table.

Mark: "What's wrong sweetie?  What happened?"

Crissy: "MEN ARE SUCH ASSHOLES!"

Mark: "Even me?"

Crissy: "Mark, you know I don't mean you.  I had a bad day so I'm not in the mood for witty humor"

Mark: "I know.  You look stressed out.  Why don't you go relax in the living room and I'll make you a cup of tea."

Crissy: "Thanks."

I tossed a full kettle of water on the burner.  As I turned around, Crissy came up to me and grabbed me in a warm embrace, her head resting on my chest.  Her arms squeezed around me tightly and I placed on hand on her hips and the other on her shoulder blades.  After a few minutes of holding one another, I heard the kettle go off and I released Crissy so I could take the water off the burner.  I pulled out my assortment of tea.

Mark: "Green?  Black?  Herbal?"

Crissy: "Give me some of that raspberry herbal stuff"

Mark: "No problem."

After a few minutes, I found myself sitting on my couch with my upset girlfriend, hot cups of tea in our hands.

Mark: "So what happened to you today?  Why are you all upset?"

Crissy: "Ok, I was at school, and last period rang so it was time to head home.  I got my Pre-Calculus book from my locker when Randy Johnson came up to me."

Mark: "And he is?"

Crissy: "He's a running back for the football team.  Just another dumb jock if you ask me."

Mark: "Ok, so what did he do?"

Crissy: "He walked up to me and acted all friendly.  He asked me out to a movie this weekend.  I thanked him for his offer but told him I was seeing someone.  Randy asked who and I said that it was none of his business.  He then got mad and said that I was a tease and a loser.  Then Brandie Stevens showed up."

Mark: "And she is?"

Crissy: "She's a cheerleader and a major slut.  I heard she let two guys fuck her at a beer blast earlier in the year.  She never liked me because I caught a lot of attention from the football team even though I never ran with her cheerleader clique.  Brandie came up and Randy put his arm around her.  He then said that my ass was so big that it should have its own locker.  She laughed and agreed with that asshole and said that if I was ever a cheerleader, I'd need to move double-time so my ass can keep up with me.  They then just headed off...probably to find a vacant broom closet or something."

Mark: "Ooooooooookay...why are you so upset at what those two think?  We'll probably see them a few years from now on the Jerry Springer show."

I then started to make a funny impression of the two, speaking in a trailer-park trash voice.  Crissy giggled at my efforts and just leaned her head over on my chest.

Crissy: "I don't know why it bothers me so much.  Is my ass really that big?"

At that moment, my mind was in a flutter.  Her ass big?  Heaven's no.  It wasn't a flat ass like you see most anorexic models sporting, but a nice, round, bubbly ass.  For a moment, I couldn't understand why she would worry about it, but then I realized that she still is a teenager, and thus has self-esteem issues.  I gave her a reassurance.

Mark: "Crissy...your ass is gorgeous.  Yes it's round...it's a 'bubble-butt', but guys like that.  Heck, look at how many men drool all over J-Lo's ass?  It goes to show that women with curves, women like you are far more attractive than little sticks like this Brandie gal."

Crissy: "Do you really mean that?"

Crissy then got up and bent over a little in front of me.  Her gorgeous ass was right in front of my face.  I was in awe at her cute round little posterior as she gave it a small wiggle.  I gave my honest answer.

Mark "Of course I do.  You certainly must know that I think you have a sexy ass for all the times I grabbed it."

Unknowing to me, Crissy had undone her jeans.  Suddenly, she pulled them down in front of me, revealing her smooth round cheeks to my delight.  She was wearing a white cotton thong, which divided the two mounds beautifully.

Crissy: "You certainly have.  So why aren't you grabbing it now?"

I extended my hands out and took one butt cheek in each hand.  I began to caress and massage her wonderful ass as she prominently displayed it in front of me.  I could tell that her bubble-butt was hereditary.  I knew she worked out regularly and her body showed it.  Her ass may be round, but it was tight and smooth.

Crissy then stood straight up and began to wiggle and grind her hips to a smooth house CD I had left playing on low volume when she had come over.  She reached down and pulled her light sweater off, giving me a striptease as I smiled and enjoyed her movements.  I sat back and watched as she slowly took off her bra, freeing those beautiful C-cups from their cotton confines.  Crissy then did a variation of a belly dancer grind close to me as she spoke in her seductive voice.

Crissy: "Do you like what you see lover?"

Mark: "Oh yes.  Very much."

Crissy: "Well...here comes the best part of the show."

Crissy leaned forward and planted a light kiss on my lips before spinning around, displaying the ass I had grown to love.  She then slowly pulled her thong off, letting it fall to her ankles before kicking it away.  She was now totally naked, twirling and grinding in front of me as my cock stood at full erection under my pants.

Crissy: "Mmmmmmmm...I love making you hard."

Crissy then straddled me, twirling and grinding against my crotch.  I could feel her hot wetness pressing on my hard cock through my pants as she smiled and gyrated her luscious hips, making me harder than ever.  I couldn't take much more, so I wrapped my arms around her, burying my lips onto hers in a deep kiss.

We made out for several minutes as she sat atop me.  My hands roamed all over her back and sides, giving extra special attention to the beautiful ass that some dumb high school jock chose to insult.  Crissy opened her mouth as I plunged my tongue into hers, exploring ever inch of the inside of her mouth.  I broke away from her kiss and began to kiss all up and down her neck.  I knew she loved that.

Crissy: "Oooooooooooooooooooo."

Up and down I went, running my lips all over her neck.  Crissy began to move up and down on my hardness getting me more in the mood to fuck her like crazy.  She leaned back, granting my mouth full access to her gorgeous breasts as I wasted no time with teasing or anticipation.  I took her left nipple in my mouth and sucked on it hard while swirling my tongue all around it inside.  I could feel her nipple get hard instantaneously as I held her arched with my hands on her back.  After several minutes, I decided that her right nipple needed some attention as well.  It was already semi-hard, but it became hard as a rock as I sucked hard on it, swirling my tongue all over it.  I then nibbled on her right nipple with my teeth as I heard her moan out.

Crissy: "Ohhhh...Mark!"

With her moans and her grinding, I knew I wanted to fuck her now.  I pulled her back up and gently leaned her over so she would be lying on the couch.  She smiled as I reached to a small drawer in my corner table to get a condom.

Crissy: "You don't need that."

Mark: "What?"

Crissy reached over to her purse and pulled out the all-too-familiar plastic compact case that held anti-pregnancy pills.  I was even more excited at her next words.

Crissy: "Now fuck me Mark.  I want to feel your hot cum inside me!"

At that moment, I fumbled to my knees on the floor as Crissy laid there on the couch, spread wide, waiting for me.  As I undid my belt and pants, Crissy reached over and undid my shirt.  Within seconds, I was completely naked, my hard-on sticking out like a spear.  I laid Crissy on the couch with her legs pointing out.  Immediately I got in between her legs and began to rub my hard cock head on her wet pussy lips.  She moaned a few times as she excitedly awaited me to enter.  Finally, when my cockhead was wet enough, I began to push my hardness into her hot pussy.

Crissy: "Ohhhhhh...yeeeesssss!"

Slowly I pushed all seven inches into her folds.  I was in heaven.  I never knew how good it felt to be fucking someone naked.  No condom.  Just flesh on flesh.  Now I could fuck her and shoot my load into her without fear of pregnancy.  With those thoughts in my head, I began to thrust myself in and out of her.  Crissy wrapped her sexy legs around my body and urged me to go further.

Crissy: "Harder Mark!  I want you to jackhammer me!"

With all the encouragement I needed, I began to piston my cock in and out of her wet pussy like a machine.  In and out I pumped as I watched Crissy's eyes close and her sighs turn to loud moans.  I could hear the sound I loved so much.  The sound of her ass slapping against my body.  This drove me to pump her harder and deeper.  I watched her tantalizing breasts bounce to my movements, so I took them in my hands, squeezing and massaging them as I continued my relentless jackhammering of Crissy's hot lovehole.

Crissy: "OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

Without warning, I felt Crissy's vaginal walls clamp around my cock as she gushed out her cum in a huge orgasm.  I slowed myself a little to let her savor the moment, but she was hungry for more.

Crissy: "Keep going Mark!  Fill my hot pussy with your cum!"

My hips once again went from slow to hard and fast as the rhythmic slapping of our bodies pushed me to fuck Crissy harder, deeper, and faster than I ever could.  Wanted to go deeper, I took her legs and propped them on my chest.  My cock managed to get a few more centimeters into her as she screamed out louder than ever.

Crissy: "OH GOD MARK!!  THAT FEELS SOOOOO GOOOD!  FUCK ME HARDER!  SHOOT YOUR CUM INTO ME!  I WANT TO FEEL IT IN EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY OF MY BODY!"

Harder and faster I went, as my cock pumped relentlessly.  I could feel my balls begin to swell up and I knew I was going to cum.  My entire body felt a shockwave come over as I moaned loudly.

Mark: "UUUUHHHHHHHHH HERE'S MY CUM CRISSSSYYYYYY!!!!!!"

Crissy: "OHHHHHH YEEEESSSSS!!!!!"

My cock then exploded like a missile, shooting hot cum deep into her pussy.  I continued to grunt and pump as my cock shot out more and more cum into her wet folds.  I kept hearing her body slamming on mine as I pumped every last drop of cum I had into her.

Crissy: "OHHHHHHHHH FUCK!!!!!!!!"

With those words, Crissy's hot pussy clamped around my cock for a second time as I felt a rush of juices flow out all over my cock and body.  Her body writhed and rocked with explosions of cum out of her.  Her back arched as she grabbed her own breasts tightly, spasming over and over onto me.

Crissy: "Ahhhhhhhh!"

I slowed my pace to a stop as the two of us cuddled on the sofa in each other's arms.  Our bodies were covered with sweat as we took a moment to let our hearts slow down after the wild sexual ride we both went on.

Mark: "That was incredible."

Crissy: "Mmmmmmm...you made me forget all that crap I endured today.  You make me feel so sexy.  Shooting your cum into me makes me feel all hot and sexy."

Mark: "Well, I don't think I am that much help.  You're extremely sexy on your own accord."

Crissy and I drowned ourselves in a deep passionate kiss that lasted several minutes.  She then broke our kiss and spoke.

Crissy: "I want to thank you for making me feel better.  You always treat me so nice."

Mark: "Well...I think that this was thanks enough."

Crissy: "I mean it Mark.  I want to fuck you again.  I'll do it in any way, shape or form you want.  You name it."

Mark: "Well...I did have one idea."

Crissy: "And that is?"

Mark: "Well, seeing you wiggle and shake that gorgeous ass of yours in front of me really turned me on.  I want to fuck you in your ass."

For a moment, Crissy seemed a little scared at the request I just made.

Crissy: "I've never done that before."

Mark: "Well...you don't have to if you don't..."

At that moment, Crissy put two fingers on my lips.

Crissy: "Shhhhhhh...just because I haven't tried it doesn't mean that I wouldn't try it.  I wanted to fuck you in any way, shape, or form you desired.  If you want to fuck my ass, then I'll do it, but I want to do the fucking.  I want the control so I don't hurt myself."

Mark: "Ok."

Crissy: "Sit up."

I sat up in the sofa as Crissy knelt down between my legs.  My cock was semi-erect, but she knew it had to be hard and wet to perform anal sex.  She immediately licked her lips and took my cock in her mouth.  Wasting no time, she bobbed her head up and down on it, letting out as much saliva as she possibly could on it.  While I enjoyed seeing her blow me, it was not getting me completely hard.  My cock was still a bit drained from our wild ride a little while ago.  What Crissy did next though got me to full erection.

Crissy stood up a little and placed my hard, wet cock in between her luscious mounds.  With a hand on each side of her breasts, she squeezed them together, clamping my cock hard in between her beautiful breasts.  Crissy then began to move up and down my cock, fucking it with her tits as she felt my cock get harder and harder.  My breathing turned to deep sighs as I could feel my juices building.  Sensing this Crissy stopped.

Crissy: "Sorry...I want you to cum in my ass.  You can do my tits some other time loverboy!"

Crissy then stood up and turned around, giving me another look at her glorious ass that some football player whose name I can't remember now insulted.  I savored the moment as Crissy spread her two beautiful butt cheeks and lowered herself down, straddling my legs with her ass just above my hard cock.  She then brought it closer and closer until my cock head was resting on her anus.

Mark: "Go slow...this will hurt at first"

Crissy: "Kind of like when I popped my cherry a year ago."

Courageously, Crissy began to press her anus against my hard cockhead.  After a little pressure, I witnessed her anal opening stretch as my cockhead disappeared into her.

Crissy: "YIKE!"

Mark: "Does it hurt a lot?  We don't have to do this if it's going to hurt you!"

Crissy: "No!  I want to do this!  I want to see what it's like.  I'll stop if it really hurts me"

Crissy slowly lowered herself as inch after inch of my cock disappeared into her tight ass.  I was beyond ecstasy as I felt my cock being clamped by her sphincter like a vise.  Slowly but surely, Crissy got to the point where her ass was resting on my body, my cock deep inside her anal opening with my balls under her.  Crissy still seemed in pain, but remained a good sport as her curiosity took over.

Crissy: "What now?"

Mark: "We're supposed to let it sit in there until your anus loosens up and accepts the invasion."

I reached around Crissy and began to play with her wet pussy.  Rubbing the palm of my hand on her clitoris.  My movements made her forget the anal invasion as her sphincter slowly started to loosen up.

Crissy was getting hot and horny, and she wanted action.  She started to grind her ass against me, feeling my cock move around inside her ass.  Her winces of pan began to become more deep sighs of pleasure as she spoke.

Crissy: "Ooooooooo...this is starting to feel good!"

Crissy took experimentation to another level by starting to slowly move up and down my hard shaft.  I felt like I was fucking a tight virgin pussy with every movement Crissy made.  As she felt more loose, she began to move faster and faster.  After several minutes, she was literally bouncing up and down on my stiff rod.

Crissy: "I never thought it would be like this!  Fuck me harder!"

I placed my hands on Crissy's hips and began to help her bounce up and down as her moans turned into screams of pure passion.  She slammed down on me as hard as she could, but it didn't feel like enough for her.  Crissy motioned me to slow down to a halt, my cock deep in her ass.

Crissy: "I can't get good movement here.  I want to do this doggystyle!"

Crissy motioned me to get up with her, not wanting my cock to come out of her ass.  We stood up together and turned around as she placed her hands on my sofa for support.

Crissy: "Now...fuck my ass as hard as you did my pussy!"

With that request, I began to pound her ass as hard as I could so.  I placed my hands on her hips and pushed and pulled her, slamming her ass as hard and as fast as I could.  I relished in the sights of her ass slapping and bouncing off my body and her tits swaying and swinging under her.  I fucked Crissy's ass harder and harder as she urged me on.

Crissy: "OH MARK!  THIS IS INCREDIBLE!  I never knew it would feel this good!  FUCK MY ASS!  SLAM YOUR HARD COCK IN ME!  FILL MY ASS WITH YOUR CUM!!!"

Her screams and beautiful body was hard to resist.  I pumped her harder and harder until I saw one of her hands leave the support of the sofa.  I felt a surge when I found that hand massaging my balls as I fucked Crissy's ass with relentless fervor.

Mark: "OHHHHH...I'm gonna cum!"

Crissy: "YES!  Cum for me!  Cum in my ass!!"

I finally couldn't take anymore.  My balls tightened up as I pulled Crissy close, my cock all the way inside her luscious ass.  I felt the shockwave as my climax shot load after load of hot cum deep into her anal cavity.  Crissy's ass cheeks tightened up around my cock as she milked me for every last drop, not letting me exit until she had it all.  After a minute or two, I felt my erection soften up and I pulled myself out of her wet anal opening.  Seeing my own cum start to ooze out of her.




The Girl Next Door Ch. 2.01



The Girl Next Door series is a collaboration between the author and a woman who did not mind sharing her most intimate fantasies with him. The story is fantasy, but many of the details pertaining to the two main characters are real. Both parties were involved in advancing the plot. 

Otter Body Experience

(Lyrics borrowed from the song My Name Is Luca by Suzanne Vega.)

Sandy Newman deeply, deeply concentrated on the photograph she held in her hand. It was a simple picture, really, consisting of her young niece performing at a dance recital. The pretty girl was wearing a sparkling tiara, an extravagant white dress, and her little face beamed with a pure and blissful joy that Sandy had not felt in her own being in quite some time.

Where had all the years gone? She wondered to herself. She remembered being young and bouncy, vibrant and full of energy, just like her little niece was in that picture. Well, Sandy could still be bouncy and vibrant at times, until her knees got to aching, anyway.

Alas, she was forty-four now, and it seemed a daily struggle just to maintain the trim figure she'd had in her youth. She still had her blonde hair, as wavy and sunny as it had always been, and her bountiful double D cups could still command a man's attention. Even though she chose not to wear too much make-up, she still had her pleasingly cute countenance, too. She was sitting on the floor of her bedroom, with her five-foot-two frame draped in her usual, comfortable and snuggy, powder blue pajamas.

The bedroom, she thought, that was part of the dilemma. She'd been forced to move into her boyfriend's apartment not too long ago, after she'd had so much trouble searching and failing to find work, until she'd finally run out of funds to be able to afford her own place.

And Jeremy could be so uncompromising in wanting to keep the neutral look to his room intact, that Sandy had ended up placing nearly all of her belongings in storage. His bedroom was so drab and empty of emotion that the mood inside of it was nearly depressing.

At least he'd allowed her to keep some of her scrapbooking supplies, she sighed. That was how Sandy was keeping herself busy when she had no job to go to. Even now, she had an array of her niece's recital pictures set down on the carpet before her, and she was absorbed in giving them all a sequence number, for the order she was hoping to set them in a future scrapbook.

It would be nice, she thought, if Jeremy didn't have to work so far away, and if he didn't have to work such long hours, and if he didn't come home so tired all the time. What Sandy was really craving was a little excitement in her life.

A handful of minutes might have passed, when Sandy's absorbed train of thought was jolted by a loud thump from one of the other bedrooms. Jeremy shared the large apartment with two roommates, one male and one female, but as far as she knew, they were both out. When she heard a long and loud stream of profanity a few seconds later, she knew somebody else was inside.

Intent on getting to the bottom of things, Sandy marched right out of the bedroom. Nothing looked out of place in the spacious living room, so she turned her attention toward the two shut bedroom doors. She knew her roomies wouldn't like it if she was prying around in their rooms, but what if somebody was in there stealing something? For a brief second, Sandy considered arming herself, but no, she was a true pacifist, and she wouldn't know what to do with a weapon even if she had one.

Sandy threw open the first door, but only saw Bill's unorganized and fairly cluttered room and bed. She'd half-convinced herself that she'd imagined the whole thing, when she cracked open Dee Dee's door and looked in.

She shrieked, when she discovered a man standing there, on the far side of the bed and looking up at the ceiling.

"Who are you?" Sandy blurted out. "What are you doing in here?"

Right after she'd muttered those words, she realized that she was looking at the neighbor from one of the upstairs apartments. It was that husky Hispanic guy who always had weird people knocking on Sandy's door and asking for his apartment, and what was worse in Sandy's opinion, was that quite a few of those people were young and female.

The man's scowl softened up considerably as he took in Sandy's petite frame, and her powder blue pajamas. He grinned as he replied, "My name is Luca, and I live on the second floor. Yes, I think you've seen me before."

This guy was brazen enough to be checking her out and flirting with her, Sandy thought, and this right after she'd caught him in her roomie's bedroom! Well, she decided, two can play at that game, and she ogled him right back.

He was dressed in a simple gray athletic tee and dark blue cotton shorts, and he was barefoot. He was stocky, and while he certainly was no bodybuilder, it was clear that he spent a lot of time working out. His shoulders were nicely rounded, his biceps and forearms were thick, and even his thighs and calves were well toned.

"You're name is not Luca." Sandy reprimanded him. "You're name is Rudy, and I know this because of all those girls that come knocking on my door asking for you. Now, tell me what you're doing in here!"

Rudy was still smiling at her. "I'm a building inspector, and I was just checking the ceiling for termites."

"Stop it. I will call the police if I have to."

"Okay, okay." Rudy threw his hands up defensively. "I'll tell you, but you're not going to believe me anyway. I was having an Otter Body Experience."

Impatiently, Sandy set her hands on her wide hips. "Otter body? Really?"

"That's what my buddies used to call it, back in the day." Rudy explained. "I knew a couple of guys who used to do mushrooms and peyote and all kinds of other shit, and they both claimed they'd experienced some very unusual trips while they were stoned. The difference here is that I'm trying to reproduce the same effect while using only my natural mind."

"I don't believe in any of that stuff."

"Well, let me tell you a story, babe." Rudy went on. "I remember one time, back when I was sixteen or seventeen. I was meditating and trying to send my soul out of my body, you know, just to see if I could do it, and to see what was out there."

"You're weird."

"I know." He chuckled. "Anyway, I'd been lying down on the bed for I don't know, maybe twenty to thirty minutes, with my eyes closed and my mind blank. Then, suddenly, I opened my eyes, and I can see myself floating in the air, face down and facing the roof of my house from maybe fifteen or twenty feet above it. I remember shivering from the breeze, and I started getting scared, and the next thing I know I'm falling down and crashing into my bed, and my whole body is freezing cold as if I'd really been outside. I swear to you that this is a true story."

Sandy stared at him suspiciously.

"Well, how would you explain me ending up down here," He pointed back at the ceiling. "When I started off up there somewhere?"

"How should I know that?"

"Look, I lay down on the floor next to my bed to meditate, maybe fifteen minutes ago. I was hoping for an out of body deal, but instead I somehow went right through the fucking floor and bounced off this bed before I landed on my ass." A second later he looked stricken. "Geez, I just thought of something. Did you ever hear of the Philadelphia Experiment?"

"No. Should I have?"

Rudy shook his head. "Forget it, you don't want to know. Anyway, if you don't believe me, I can take you up to my place, and I can show you the spot next to my bed where I lay down, and then I can show you the book I was reading describing how to do the exercise..."

"Are you seriously asking me to follow you upstairs and into your bedroom?"

Rudy glanced over at her incredulous face, before a devious grin formed on his face. He motioned at the large piece of furniture between them. "Babe, if that's what I wanted, there's a bed sitting right here."

"Oh, and you think I'm that kind of girl?"

"Do you want to find out?" Rudy asked, as he strolled around the tidy bed and stepped right up to her.

He got close to her. Really close, so that the fabric of their upper garments touched whenever either of them took a breath. And by this time, Sandy was taking in some very deep breaths, as she was both intimidated and captivated by the boldness of her hunky neighbor.

Every time Sandy inhaled, her breasts swelled up and grazed against Rudy's strong frame. She never wore a bra while she was lounging around the apartment, and in no time at all her nipples were starting to tingle and itch with desire.

Rudy stood there watching her, smirking as if he well knew how her body was reacting to him. There was a touch of bad-boy in his eyes, Sandy felt, but this was overshadowed by his charm and playfulness. Plus, he was arousing her in a way that Jeremy hadn't done in months.

Rudy leaned forward, his warm breaths blowing over and bringing pleasant chills to Sandy's ear. "All you have to do is say Yes."

"You're bad." Sandy whispered back.

Upon hearing this, Rudy straightened up and cocked his head at her uncertainly. He wasn't ogling her anymore, but instead studying her eyes as if trying to figure her out. He was in a quandary, it seemed.

Sandy thought he looked much cuter in that pose, as it was quite unlike the brash impression he'd been giving her so far. The thought that there might be a soft and tender side under all that macho swagger further titillated her, for that was the type of guy she really liked. Unfortunately, Rudy took a short step back.

"Look," He said. "I didn't mean to barge into your apartment, and I don't want to cause a big hassle here. If you want to check my pockets, go for it, but you can see I don't have anything in them."

"I'm not going to check your pockets." Sandy absently replied, for she was trying to figure out exactly what she'd said or done to turn Rudy off, when she herself was feeling pretty frisky now.

"Well, all right." Rudy abruptly started for the bedroom door. "I'll let you get back to whatever it is you were doing."

Rudy wasn't really going to turn his back on her and walk away like that, was he? Not after he'd gone and gotten her all worked up!

Quickly, Sandy followed him out of Dee Dee's bedroom, but his steady, brisk strides were already carrying him well across the living room. He paused and turned back to face her, however, just as he reached the front door.

"You don't mind if I use your phone, do you?" He asked. "I have to call the landlord so I can get back into my apartment. I guess I accidentally locked myself out."

Automatically, Sandy stared toward the phone, when she had a quick thought. Rudy had probably categorized her as some sort of ultra-conservative, who wouldn't know excitement if it crawled up and bit her on the butt. Right after that, she realized that yes, she hadn't done anything even remotely wild and crazy in years. And here she was, alone with a beefy Hispanic guy in her apartment, and she was going to just let him waltz right out the front door without giving him so much as a come-hither.

Sandy was staring down at the black cordless phone and cradle, when she mumbled, "Oh, I don't think so." Her gaze swung around, and her eyes locked in on his. "Rudy?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm right here."

He looked to be stuck in that mild stupor of indecision again, but that was okay. She could be brazen, too. She could go to him.

Sandy broke eye contact long enough to toss her long hair back a little and fluff it up a bit, before she gave Rudy her most alluring bedroom eyes. She started walking toward him, and she could feel her cheeks begin to blossom with every step she took, until she stood chest to chest with Mr. Cavalier who had decided to drop in right out of the blue, and into her own private little sanctum.

With her head poised upward, and his looking down at her, their eyes were only separated by a scant few inches. It was more than just a test of wills, as their unwavering gazes sank deep into each other's depths. It was a revelation of wonders, as they both discovered the vast, profound dimensions that made up their inner beings.

"You are a very interesting woman." Rudy said, his tone low and nearly guttural, like a manly purr.

Sandy shuddered, enthralled in her own expectations, and found her body further provoked as she realized that Rudy had turned on that same blatantly sexual vibe he'd been swaggering in earlier. He seemed to be able to switch it on and off whenever he wanted to.

How far was she willing to take this? She asked herself, as she leaned forward, but only slightly, and she felt her large breasts spreading further across his chest.

Sandy opened her mouth to speak, but on this first attempt, only a dry croak exited. She felt her face redden even more, partly from embarrassment, and partly from her growing desire, and her own mischievous smirk surfaced as she turned her head to clear her throat. Her gaze captured his once more.

"Ask me..." She started lustily. "Ask me what my mouth is good for."

She pressed against him tighter, mashing her breasts against him, now feeling his erection against her abdomen, and straining to get loose to come after her. With her eyes, she defied him for a reply.

Rudy's voice did not waver. "What is your mouth good for?"

"For sucking cock."

Just mouthing the words to a man she barely knew was enough to raise Sandy's sensual frenzy by a dozen notches.

Rudy's fingers snaked around her wrist, bringing her hand between their bodies and directly over the confined tower rising from his shorts. Enlacing his fingers with hers, he began caressing himself with her hand.

A tiny, little squeal of emotion burst out from Sandy's throat, and after listening to it, Rudy's body trembled.

She felt his free hand tugging down on his shorts, and bare moments later her captured hand was being manipulated to stroke the length of his bare cock.

Sandy squealed again, as her fingers rounded something almost as large as two of Jeremy's cocks put together. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd been so hot, as she slowly and boldly sank down on her knees to get a close-up of it. Her mouth quivered with desire, as she pulled back on the foreskin and revealed its thick, rounded head.

Before she could change her mind, her lips had drawn over that delicious length of flesh, embracing it with the moist cavern of her mouth, and lathering it on all sides with her needy tongue. With both hands, she held the thing steady, while her mouth lavished the end with tender attention. She wanted Rudy to see what she was doing, wanted him to know that it was her, and not any other woman, and she made sure her eyes had traveled up and captured his gaze.

He watched her, as she gently pulled back, and took him in again, slowly and sensuously, in steady mouth-strokes. Her tongue moved as slowly as her lips, sliding over only a short length of that velvety shaft and concentrating mainly on the head, because she knew this was where his cock would be the most sensitive.

Sandy took in the look on Rudy's face, listening closely to the pitch of his breathing, catching the subtle changes that she knew other women would miss. She knew exactly when her actions pushed Rudy closer to the edge, memorizing the shift in tone within her mind, yet not altering her pace one bit. She was never in a rush when it came to making love.

Rudy shuddered, as the warm glove that was her mouth kept up its constant movement, and she felt his abdomen squeeze tight. Rudy's hands gripped her shoulders, and he groaned like a tiger would growl, when she felt him start to burst into his mouth. He convulsed within her mouth, spilling his juice between her lips, before overflowing out and across her cheeks and chin, and even leaking more of himself onto her neck and pajama top. Sweet and slimy nectar ran all over her tongue, titillating her with its savory flavor.

"I love the taste of pineapple." She said, lustily, as she continued to stroke Rudy's cock and at the same time rose to her feet. When she stood before him, she said, "You don't make much noise, do you? We're going to have to change that."

She swept her cheek across his, wiping Rudy's cum against his own face, before she kissed him and introduced him to his own essence. Her kisses were as slow and tempered as her previous actions, as if she had all the time in the world to enjoy herself, and she could feel Rudy trying hard to lower his gears to match her speed.

The phone started ringing.

Sandy pulled away and glanced over at the offending item. "Oh, shit. I bet that's my boyfriend. I have to get this call." She stepped over to grab a tissue from a nearby box, to wipe her face off. It was all over, her little fling was finished and she was ready to resume her normal life again. That's when she became irritated at how boring her life had become lately. "You know, I'll just tell Jeremy I'll have to call him back later. I'll let you call the landlord first."

In a few moments, she discovered that it was indeed her boyfriend on the other end, and sure enough, she dispatched him quickly and handed the phone over to Rudy.

A couple of minutes after that, her neighbor politely excused himself and stepped out, and she was left alone to wonder just how mundane her sex life with Jeremy had become.

Rudy seemed to be the perfect guy to change all that.



The Girl Next Door Ch. 2.02



Taking The Next Step

A couple of days after that first unexpected and sensual encounter, we come to a pensive Sandy sitting once again on the living room couch. Contrary to the impressions other people may have had of her, Sandy had not always been the type of woman who simply allowed life to buffet her around whenever and whichever way it pleased. She did admit that she was a very mellow person, but she could be proactive and resolute when the mood suited her, and this just happened to be one of those times.

Attentively, she kept the cordless phone close to her ear, and she had to force herself not to count how many times it rang on the other end.

Finally, her boyfriend picked up. "Hello?"

"Jeremy, it's me." She said. "I know you don't like when I call you at work, but you're just so hard to talk to when you're here. There are some things between us that I want to clear up."

"Sandy..." He started, his tone giving her the distinct impression that he was rolling his eyes.

Was he about to brush her off again? Oh, no! Not this time! She cut him off. "I want to talk about this apartment. I want to talk about how you've been treating me ever since I moved in here, and I want to talk about my feelings."

The receiver stayed silent for the next few moments, before she heard Jeremy blowing out a long breath. "I'm no good at that kind of stuff. Why don't you call Aaron and talk to him about it?"

She could not believe that Jeremy was trying to pass her off to one of his buddies! Had she been a more violent person, she would have smashed the phone into bits right there on the coffee table. Being of a much milder temper, she simply clicked the off button and set the phone back into its cradle. She wasn't too worried about Jeremy calling her back, either.

He never did.

After taking one quick look around the living room, and considering how she'd feel if she spent the entire day moping around Jeremy's bedroom yet again, Sandy knew she had to get out of the apartment for a while. She did have some errands to run. She had some things to pick up at the local Galmart, and she wanted stop by the scrapbook store after that.

The problem was that she hated going out by herself, and thanks to her recent change of address, all of her girlfriends were now forty-five minutes away.

Frowning, Sandy went into His Bedroom, to change out of her PJs and into a tee shirt and jeans. Halfway through her outer transformation she began wishing she had a guy-friend she could confide her troubles to, and that's when she recalled that she had quietly added Rudy's phone number to her cell phone.

Without another thought, she stopped changing, went over and got her phone, and dialed the man up. Unlike Jeremy, Rudy picked up on the second ring, she noted.

The voice on the other end announced, "Henry's Pizza Heaven. An extra large Meat Lover's will get you half off on a second extra large pizza. What can I get for you today?"

"Rudy, is that you?"

"Yes it is."

"Are you at work?"

"Oh, no. I don't have a job right now. I just answer the phone like that to keep people in suspense, and to remind myself that I once had a job."

"You can be so weird sometimes. What are you doing?"

"Oh, just hanging out and reading up on Eastern philosophies. Some of this is getting kind of boring. Hey, you wanna come up? I'm dying to return the favor for that blowjob you gave me the other day. I have some new techniques I want to try on a willing female."

"That's not such a good idea." Sandy blushed, although she was a little shocked at how brazen this guy was, and more than a little titillated by his offer. "I'd rather not risk anybody seeing me heading up that way, and besides..." Her face reddened even more. "I might end up spending the rest of the day up there with you."

The fact that she'd refused his advance threw Rudy off not at all. "Well, there are ways around that, you know."

"Like what?"

"Like for example, what are you wearing right now?"

Barely, Sandy stifled back a gasp. Not even five minutes into the conversation, and already Rudy was starting to get her all squishy. She grew even more aroused as she considered what she was about to reveal next, and to a near-complete stranger. "I'm wearing only my bra and panties, and they're both pink."

"You weren't planning on getting started without me, were you?" Rudy teased. "Guess what? I've only got my boxers on, and oops! They're down around my ankles now. I'm kicking them to one side, and I'm standing here totally, completely, entirely naked for you."

As Sandy visualized the scene, she started biting her bottom lip, and bouncing giddily on her toes.

Rudy's voice shifted into a sexy growl. "Tell me what you want me to do next."

"I want you to pretend that I'm in your apartment with you." Sandy said. "And I want you to tell me what you'd to do with me if I was there. I want you to be very specific."

"Okay. Give me a second."

Sandy heard the sound of bed springs squeaking.

"I'm lying on the bed naked." Rudy's voice came back. "You're standing in the doorway to my bedroom, staring at me like you did the other day. My bed is right next to the window, and it has a green fuzzy blanket on it, with the design of an Aztec warrior centered on it, standing and looking proud, while his chick is sitting on the ground in front of him. My pillows and my sheets are tan. Can you visualize all that?"

"Yes."

"You're walking into my bedroom, and you're giving me that lusty look again as you come over to the side of the bed. You're staring into my eyes, as you reach behind your back and unclasp your bra. Are you doing that now?"

"Yes." She replied, as she tilted her head to one side to pin the phone on her shoulder. Her hands went around to undo her undergarment.

"You simply let the bra fall to the floor. I'm staring at your gorgeous melons..."

"Not melons, not water balloons, and not hooters. Nothing fancy. Just call them what they are; breasts or tits."

"Okay. I'm staring at your tits, and you can already see how hard I am for you."

"Are you leaking already? While you're thinking about me?"

"Yes, I am."

Sandy moaned lightly. She loved giving her men a reaction like that, even before she put her hands on them. She loved getting a man all excited just by having him think about her.

"Are you going to play with your tits for me?" Rudy asked.

"No. That's your job."

Smoothly, Rudy went with the flow. He said, "I can work with that. Do you want to get rid of your panties for me?"

"Yes." Sandy replied, as she shucked them off. "They're gone now."

"Good. You look so sexy, standing naked and right next to the edge of my bed. I'm scooting over, so you can lie down beside me. Tell me when you're there."

One floor below him, Sandy lay down on her own bed. She closed her eyes so she could better visualize the scene. "I'm there, lying right next to you. What are you going to do next?"

"Where would you like me to start?"

"I want you to do something Jeremy would never do for me." Sandy decided. "I want you to masturbate for me. I want to hear you doing it."

"Hmm. I've never done that before."

"I knew it. You're just like any other guy. You're only trying to please yourself and ready to leave a girl hanging when she wants to try something new."

"Hold on there, babe. I didn't say I wouldn't do it. Let me think of a good scenario first." There was a pause on the other end, before Rudy said, "Okay, I'm going to wing it, but you're going to have to jump in if you see me heading off in the wrong direction. Deal?"

Sandy couldn't believe her ears. He was actually going to do it! She was so stunned she almost forgot to mouth her reply. "Yes, deal!"

Rudy went on. "We're lying on the bed together, and you've been giving me those same long kisses you were giving me last time. We could keep kissing like that forever, except we know we don't have all day to mess around. We're going to have to hurry if we want to..."

"No hurry." Sandy halted him. "We either take our time and do things the right way, or we won't do it at all. I get enough of that shit from Jeremy. I want a man to really make love to me, and not to get it over too fast just so he can get back to watching his stupid football game."

Without replying directly to her, Rudy started talking again, and right where he'd left off before. "We've taken a pause from kissing, because there is so much more to making love than just a typical bump and grind. We're gazing into each other's eyes, absorbing each other, speaking to each other with only our looks, and not saying a word to break the silence."

"I like that." Sandy said.

"I reach out with one hand, and trace a straight line down the center of your breasts, to your abdomen and all the way around to your lower back. I'm barely touching you, like a feather skimming over your skin. Do you like when I do this?"

"Yes, I love it."

"I slide my finger all the way down to your inner thigh, then I'm using all of my fingers the same way, circling down to your knee, and up to the cleft between your leg and abdomen. My eyes are on yours, as I glide my fingers over your cunt..."

"Pussy. Call it a pussy."

"Okay, over your pussy. I can feel how warm and moist it is already, and I'm wondering if you want me to play with it first, or if you're ready to slide your leg over me, and lay on top of me."

"I'm ready. For the second part."

"Then your leg is sliding over me now, and your body is positioned above mine. I'm holding myself steady, as you lower yourself onto me. Can you feel me pushing into you?"

"Yes."

"You settle down on me with your full weight. How wet are you right now?"

"I'm very wet. I'm taking your entire cock in right now. Oh, it feels so good."

"I can see this in your face. My hands are grasping your thighs and holding you in place."

"Are you masturbating for me, Rudy? Are you masturbating right now?"

"Yes, I am. I'm taking long, slow strokes, because that's what you would be doing to me, if you were in my bed right now. You're rocking up and down on me, nearly taking me out of your body each time, before you slide your way back down."

Sandy purred in ecstasy.

"Over and over, you do this."

"Yes."

"And now, it's your turn, Sandy. Are you playing with yourself right now?"

"Yes. I started a couple of minutes ago."

"What are you feeling, as you're rocking up and down on me?"

"I'm feeling you go all the way inside of me, and I'm tightening my pussy to squeeze you harder. I love the way you feel when you're in me, I want to hold you like this forever."

Sandy shivered, before a quick squeal escaped her, while on the other end of the phone, Rudy's breath quickened. The action was very subtle, but she recognized it right away, and it was exactly the same as when he'd reacted the first time she'd messed around with him. She imagined that he would be getting closer and closer to his climax, and she increased her own pace to match what she hoped would be his. Her own breathing quickened, and if Rudy was anywhere as sharp as she was, she was sure he would catch the sounds of her own approaching climax as well.

Low groans ebbed from the phone, and that darned Rudy, he just wasn't as loud as any of the other men she'd ever slept with.

"Tell me when you're about to cum." She said. "I want to cum at the same time you do."

Rudy didn't answer, but his intensifying groans informed her that he'd gone past another level of impending orgasm. His breathing was growing rapid, and on her end, her own frenzy was building up.

"Tell me when." She insisted.

"I'm getting close." He said, and she could clearly imagine Rudy's hand stroking his cock.

He was doing it for her, she knew, and this further propelled her to move her own fingers faster on her body. More low squeals emitted from her mouth.

"I'm almost there." Rudy said.

"Do it faster. I want to hear you."

Through the phone, she could hear the motion from the apartment on the floor above her. It made her so hot, just to think that Rudy was doing the same thing she was doing, and that they were thinking of each other while they were doing it.

Rudy's breath caught, and she could feel the tension in his throat, in his abdomen, over the phone.

"Did you come?" She asked, although she already knew the answer.

"Yes."

Sandy had been very close to her own orgasm, and it took only a slight increase in pressure for her to find it. She mewled in a low voice, much like Rudy had groaned in a low voice, and her breaths had also been stifled in the same way, even as the waves of pleasure swept across her body. She squealed, even as Rudy imagined he was still within her, and kept stroking himself.

Together, their exhalations melded together, as on separate levels of that apartment building, two people simultaneously culminated the erotic and intense act.

For the next few minutes, Sandy stared up at the small crags that made up the irregular surface of the ceiling, while she allowed her pleased and satiated body to return to normal.

"That was nice, Rudy." She admitted, turning onto her side to gaze dreamily at her cell phone. "My boyfriend would have never done anything like that with me. Maybe I should have gone up to your apartment after all."

"Only if you're comfortable with doing that." Rudy answered. "The last thing I need is another scandal."

Another scandal? She wondered, as she cast a quick look at her alarm clock. If she wanted to get anything done, she would have to do it fairly soon.

"I have to go out and do some shopping." She declared. "And you're coming with me. I don't mean physically, because it wouldn't look right if the two of us are seen together. What I mean is that I can call you, and you can keep me company while I'm out."

She was fully expecting him to fling some typical guy excuse at her, like Jeremy would have.

Instead, Rudy replied with, "I dare you not to wear any panties while you're out."

Sandy bit at her bottom lip. "I have to go freshen up. I'll call you in fifteen."

Soon enough, Sandy found herself behind the wheel of her red Beemer convertible, with the top down and motoring across the highway. Since she was a safe driver, she'd hooked an earpiece onto her phone, and to Rudy's delight, she'd set the phone into the little nook in the center of her bra, because it was the most logical place for her to put it. So, in that sense, yeah, Rudy was as horny as any other guy.

Still, the more she talked to him, the more interesting she found him. He was trying to improve his mental visualization skills, he said, and often he would ask her to describe what she was looking at, or the general scene around her.

She also learned a few things about him. He was separated from his wife, with a divorce in the works. He'd had his own house up until recently, but he'd sold it after it was uncovered that he'd been having an affair with a much younger next-door neighbor. 

She pressed him for the details on that scandal, and although he was hesitant, she felt that eventually he did tell her everything. He was afraid he would be scaring her away if he told her the truth, he said, and boy, she was shocked at first, but in the end it only added to the man's growing mystique.

"Well, I'm not going to dress up like any schoolgirl." Sandy staunchly refused. "And I'm not going to pretend to be somebody I'm not. Now, what's with all these girls that keep coming around looking for you? Are you screwing all of them?"

"Babe, it's not even like that." Rudy chuckled. "Although I have to admit, some of those women I found very alluring. Some of them were Buddhists, some were Hindu, some were even yoga practitioners. And they weren't all women, either. Heck, one time I even had a swami in my apartment. A real fucking swami! A snake charmer! These people have been teaching me all kinds of spiritual things!"

"I told you, I don't believe in any of that."

"I know, but I feel like I'm close to a breakthrough here." Rudy replied. "I just need to find that one missing factor, and I'll be able to use my mind to travel anywhere. Maybe even into your bedroom."

"That sounds like fun." She replied. "I should have jumped on you that first day you were in my apartment. I am so regretting not having done that."

"I might give you another chance." Rudy flirted.

Sandy considered the largely lackluster relationship she was in. "Rudy, I don't want this to be only about sex. Can you take me out, and talk to me, and treat me the way a girl is supposed to be treated? I haven't had that in a long time with the guy I'm with."

She could sense Rudy's smile on the other end of the phone.

"Honey, I haven't been on a real date like that in a long time, either. I would love to take you out sometime. There is the small, but pressing matter of your boyfriend, however."

Sandy did not relish the idea of cheating on Jeremy. "You know, I'm just going to tell him. I'm going to tell him right to his face, and if he tells me that it's not a good idea, then we'll just call it off. Is that okay with you?"

"That's fine with me."

"Well, good. I will call you later and tell you what he said. I have to get going, otherwise I'll never get this shopping done. Bye."

That night, Sandy patiently waited for her boyfriend in the living room. With her roomie, she watched a cooking show at seven, a crime show at eight, and they were halfway through a corny reality show that started at nine, when Jeremy finally made his grand appearance.

By this time, Sandy's usually bountiful patience was wearing thin, and with a huff, she left the couch and followed him into their bedroom. To her dismay, Jeremy began setting up his laptop on his desk, even before he'd taken off any of his work clothes.

Sandy stood there and watched, as he positioned his chair so that she'd be left looking at his back.

"I'm going to be really busy tonight." He explained. "This project I'm working on has to be done by tomorrow morning."

At this point, Sandy found herself thinking that Jeremy was very lucky that she was not a violent person. She said, "I just wanted to tell you that I'm tired of being cooped in here, and that I wanted to go out tomorrow."

Jeremy was so engrossed with whatever he was doing, that he didn't even bother to turn around. "Go ahead. Get yourself some fresh air. You need it."

"I might be gone all day."

As if to dismiss her, he waved over his shoulder. "Have fun."

"I'm going out with another man."

Jeremy turned his chair around to face her.

Finally, she thought, she was going to provoke a reaction from him. Finally, he was going to acknowledge her and make things all right between the two of them.

Instead, he gave her an annoyed look. "I'm really, really busy right now."

"Okay." She said. "I'm sorry I bothered you. I'll let you get on with your work."

Before she left the bedroom, she'd snatched up her phone, and before she had even taken a seat back on the living room couch, she was texting Rudy with her plans for the next day.

As it turns out, the next day was a very pleasant day. Sandy took a commuter train, Rudy drove his car, and they met at a well-known public beach that lay thirty minutes away from their apartment complex.

From the beginning, Rudy was very attentive to Sandy. He talked to her, he held her hand and he hugged her plenty. They took in some of the local sights for a couple of hours, and had a nice little lunch together.

There was a short debate, regarding where their first kiss should take place, but once that was settled, things got considerably steamier. Like a pair of randy teenagers, they made out at a local tourist attraction, in its parking lot, and later at a second parking lot while they waited for Sandy's train to come by and take her back.




The Girl Next Door Ch. 2.02



They parted lips, not so much because they had to catch their breaths, but because a small family was strolling near Rudy's parked car.

"Wow, just look at us go." Sandy remarked, as she set her head back on the headrest.

No sooner had the pedestrians gone by, than Rudy's hand had crept across her middle. He started rubbing her stomach, but they both knew this was a ploy. With her eyes, Sandy gave him permission to proceed and that mischievous hand crept up and wrapped itself around one of her breasts.

"Remember, I'm a girl." She cautioned, before Rudy leaned over and gently placed his lips on hers. "I don't like all that rough stuff that some women like."

Incessantly, that hand roamed over her blouse, before it delved beneath the fabric, beneath her bra, until it enclosed over her bare breast. Only the sound of music from an approaching car kept them from going any further.

"You make me so squishy." She commented. "I don't think I've ever had a guy make me so squishy so fast before."

Rudy chuckled, because he always found her use of that word cute.

"I'm ready for the next step." She decided.

"And what's that?"

"You know, the part where we fuck like bunnies."

This time, Rudy laughed out loud. When that was over, he said, "I'd better walk you over to the boarding area. It's almost time."

Sandy boarded her train, taking a seat where she could stare out at Rudy and wave goodbye. He smiled and waved back, before he started the short stroll back to his car.

Little did Sandy know, but things were about to get a lot more interesting, and this was going to happen very, very soon.



The Girl Next Door Ch. 2.03



A Cup Of Coffee... And Then Some!

A few mornings later, we find Sandy sitting in a quiet corner of her favorite coffee shop. This was her favorite only because it was part of the same national chain as her previous favorite, but since she was still fairly new to the area, she didn't know any of the locals.

She'd been reminiscing over her date with Rudy, and contrasting him with her no-nonsense boyfriend, when her attention became captivated by another patron. This man was stuffing what looked like a couple of hundred envelopes. He had a box full of them sitting next to a box of form letters, and fascinated, she watched as the man pulled out letter after letter, signed and carefully folded each one, before setting each into its own little envelope. She'd almost worked up the courage to walk over and inquire about the content of those letters, when her phone announced an incoming text.

The message was from Rudy, and simply, it read call me. After another sip of coffee, the man and his strange envelopes were set aside, and she pushed the reply button on her phone.

"Good morning, sunshine." She greeted.

"Hi, sweetie. So where are you, and what are you doing? I don't see your car parked in its usual spot."

"I'm at a coffee shop, just a few blocks away for you."

She heard Rudy groan quietly in disappointment.

"Well, you can always come and join me." She suggested, as she'd never run into anybody from the apartments there before.

"I'd like to, but I can't." Rudy replied. "I think I just figured out the missing piece of the puzzle, and I'm trying to think up a way to test my new theory."

"You mean about your out of body thingy?" She asked. "You're never going to convince me that stuff like that is even possible."

"How do you explain me ending up in your apartment the other day?"

"I don't know. I think you snuck in somehow. I think you wanted me to find you."

"It's not the first time I've done something like that, and you're definitely somebody whose bedroom I'd love to sneak into, but I swear to you, this time it was a real, honest to goodness supernatural occurrence." Rudy deliberated for several moments. "Okay, look. I'll prove it to you. I will go to your coffee shop."

"I'll be waiting..."

"It's not that simple, babe. You've got to help me out. You have to describe everything you see around you, and you have to describe it in as much detail as you can. I have to be able to see that coffee shop through your eyes."

"Oh, Rudy. It's going to be a waste of time."

"Just humor me. If it doesn't work, I won't bother you about this any more. I will even suck your toes for an hour, for having wasted your time."

Sandy huffed.

"What? You don't like having your toes sucked?"

"It's not that I don't like it. I've been trying to get Jeremy to do things like that to me ever since we started dating. You're on, mister. I am holding you to that deal, and then some." Sandy went on to elaborate on her surroundings in a fairly detailed fashion. When she was finished, she asked, "Okay, so now what?"

"Now, I have to get you aroused."

"Are you serious?" She laughed, loud enough to cause a couple of people to turn around in their seats. She felt her face begin to redden.

"If it'll help, I can tell you one of my stories. But we have to do it a very specific way."

"Okay."

"All right. This is a true story, and it happened maybe in '04 or '05. I was working as a cage cashier at a casino, in a small town where going to the casino was a pretty big deal for the folks that lived there. Oh, and I worked the graveyard shift, because the tips were so much better.

"Anyway, there were way more women than men in my department, and we were pretty friendly with each other. Since graveyard hours can make for very boring shifts, I would flirt with the ladies, and nudge their elbows and massage their shoulders, that sort of thing. I would also play some very naughty guessing games with them."

"This was while you were married?"

"Yes."

"You are so bad. What kind of guessing games are you talking about?"

"Well, in one of them I had to guess whether or not a woman was clean shaven, had a landing strip, or was not shaven at all. In another one, I had to guess the color of a woman's bra, and if I got it right, the woman would walk me over to a corner of the cashier cage, pop a couple of buttons on her blouse, and as the prize, she'd show me her bra. In another one..."

"I get the picture, Rudy. Go on."

"Right. So this casino would change the schedule around a lot, and I would end up working with different women all the time. The ones that were already familiar with me would strike up some very personal and intimate conversations with me, or they would flirt with me in very explicit ways. The women that were not familiar with me would ask themselves; who the hell is this guy that can talk to so many different women like that? The new women would be curious enough to join the conversation, they would find me entertaining enough, and pretty soon I had droves of women flirting with me at this casino."

"Droves of women?"

"It was quite the phenomenon." Rudy replied. "Don't get me wrong. I've always tried to be nice to women. I don't discriminate against them because they're too big, or too thin, or because they're not as pretty as other women. I try to build them back up when they're feeling down because of their boyfriends or husbands or whatever, and I go out of my way to make them laugh, and to give them the respect that nearly every human being deserves. I don't want you to think that I'm like every other guy who's just after sex.

"On occasion, I'll have a woman develop a crush on me, or even fall in love with me, and this is what took place with a girl named Lucy. She was a big girl, she hadn't had too many lovers or boyfriends in her life, and she'd convinced herself that she was a better match for me than any of the other girls in the casino. Better even than my wife. She became obsessed with trying to win me over. She started changing her days around, thanks in part to her buddy, who was the supervisor who wrote our schedules. Lucy would frequently end up working in the same area I was in, or if she couldn't do that, she'd try to take her breaks and lunches whenever I did. She even started telling some of the other girls that we were dating, and that they shouldn't be flirting with me at all. Poor Lucy was getting out of hand, and she wasn't picking up the hint that she couldn't be anything more to me than a friend."

"This is all very interesting, Rudy," Sandy interrupted. "But I don't think you're going to get me aroused by telling me any of this."

"I'm getting to that part." Rudy went on. "A lot of this is to transition your mind away from the physical awareness into the dream state. Trust me, the story's about to get juicy."

"Okay, I'm all ears then."

"Late one night, I'm about to go on my lunch break. Lucy keeps calling my area so she can leave at the same time I do. I tell her I'm going to lunch right then, but that I'm not going to spend it with her because of the way she's been acting. She asks me if I'll be eating with someone else, and out of frustration, I lie and say yes. Then, I hang up and leave the cashier cage. I'm thinking; I do not want to spend my entire lunch hour telling Lucy that I don't want anything to do with her. I reach the hallway leading into the back of the casino at the same time another employee does, and this was a young lady by the name of Patty.

"So let me tell you about Patty. She was a nineteen year-old redhead with freckles. She was a little on the chubby side, and I remember telling her about some Japanese game show where the female contestants had to weigh their breasts. As a result, Patty went out and weighed hers. They were eight pounds each, if you're wondering. Maybe later I'll even tell you about the night when Patty and her roommate tried to rape a security guard with a strap-on. Long story short, Patty was more of an acquaintance than a buddy, and because she was such a narrow-focused, sex-driven beast, I tended to gravitate away from her.

"As I bumped into her there in the hallway, however, I started to wonder if maybe Patty wasn't exactly the right person to bump into. I stopped her right there. I looked at her, and I asked her; Patty, you've heard about how Lucy keeps telling everyone that I'm her boyfriend? Of course she had, for there are no secrets in small town casinos such as that one. I tell her that Lucy is only a minute or two behind me, and that I did not want to eat lunch with her, and that I'd gone and lied and told her I was having lunch with someone else. Would you mind very much, Patty, I asked, to pretend to be my date for the next hour?

"She had that look on her face that said; Oh yeah, I'll do it. Together, we walked back to the employee break-room. We went all the way outside to the smoking area, and this is a fairly large, open space with half a dozen tables and a canopy covering the whole of it. Maybe ten or twelve people were already out there when we showed up. They were blackjack dealers, bartenders, slot attendants, and a couple of supervisors. We took a seat by ourselves, in a spot where Lucy would be sure to see us if she poked her head outside.

"So what do you want me to do? Patty asked me, as she lit up a cigarette. Since this was all spur of the moment, and I hadn't planned that far ahead, I shrugged and told her to pretend that she liked me, and to sit close to me. I told her I'd owe her big time if she did this. So, Patty drags her chair next to mine, leans her head and elbow onto my chest and shoulder, and swings her leg onto my lap. She was still in this same pose some five minutes later, when Lucy poked her head out. Lucy grimaced at the two of us and went back inside. That's the end of Lucy for now, but it's not the end of the story."

"Okay, so what are you getting at?" Sandy asked.

"I now have you at a neutral state of mind, where all of your daily pressures and worries are gone, and all that you're concentrating on are my words." Rudy explained. "I will now attempt to get you aroused. When you reach this state, I want you to capture it. I want you to put a mental bookmark there, and to tell yourself that you'll be able to return to this state whenever you want to. I want you to be very specific in remembering this, because that's the only way I can tap into the energies that I need to tap into."

"I'll try." Sandy nodded, taking a quick glance around the coffee shop, and finding herself wondering if Rudy really could make something happen. He certainly sounded serious.

Rudy said, "Visualize the scene. I'm sitting on a white folding chair, it's cool outside, and it's the middle of the night."

Sandy shivered, but she just passed this off as hysteria.

"Before me is a fold-out table that blocks the view from about my waist down, and there are several other fold-out tables around. The nearest other workers are about twelve feet away, and they're all either smoking, joking around, or complaining about the job. Patty's been draped onto my side for like ten minutes now, pretending that she likes me, and I guess she's getting into some kind of mood, because she puts her mouth close to my ear, and she says:

"Rudy, I dare you to do something to me. If you don't, I'm telling everybody in the casino that you're gay."

Sandy giggled. "She really said that? What did you do?"

"Bear in mind, that I already had a reputation as a guy that flirted with half the women in the casino. So, I wasn't really worried about Patty telling everybody that I chickened out when I had the chance to do something with her. It wouldn't have made any difference to any of my female friends. What I was thinking, was that if I did put my hands on her, I would be doing it in the presence of maybe a dozen people, and if any of them noticed, I would be risking the story spreading like wildfire all over the place. I don't know, something about that kind of a voyeur scenario, with me at what, thirty-four or thirty-five years old, and manhandling a nineteen year-old chick in public, it got my blood going. I asked Patty to dare me again."

Sandy felt herself getting aroused. "Did she?"

"Oh, yeah, she did. She was looking me straight in the eye when she said it, and since she was sitting so close to me already, it didn't take much for me to slide my hand down the front of her pants."

"What did she do?"

"She leaned back on her chair, and opened her legs wider. Why don't you do that now, Sandy? Close your eyes, and pretend you're Patty."

Sandy glanced at the people around her, but nobody was paying attention to her. She leaned back in her seat, and for good measure, she covered her eyes with her sunglasses. She spread her legs, just a little. "If you want me to play with myself, I don't think I can do that here."

"Keep visualizing the scene." Rudy reminded her. "Imagine me rubbing the front of Patty's cunt..."

"Pussy. I don't like the way the word cunt sounds."

"Right. I'm rubbing Patty's pussy, through her pants. She's watching the crowd, I'm watching the crowd, and she's lifting her hips slightly, to give me a better angle at her. I'm rubbing at her pretty good, and she's starting to moan a little, but not enough to attract attention. She's got her hand on my wrist, lightly, and she's feeling each and every movement my hand makes. You know what Patty does next?"

"No."

"She pops the button on her black pants, and she takes a second to undo her zipper. She wants me to do more than just rub her from the outside. What are you doing next, Sandy?"

Sandy took a look around her, wondering if anybody would notice what she was thinking of doing. She decided to take a chance, and she popped the button on her jeans, but she was too nervous to do more than this. She relayed the information over the phone. 

"That's all right." Rudy reassured her. "Keep visualizing the scene. I think I grinned at Patty, when she started pulling my hand up toward her open zipper. I put my hand down her panties, Sandy. I started rubbing her pussy in front of all those people."

Sandy squealed, slightly. "Then what happened?"

"I put my finger inside of her."

"Ooohhh." Sandy purred.

"I made her moan, and she was trying as hard as she could not to let anybody hear her." Rudy revealed. "People in that break area started glancing at us, and wondering what the fuck we were doing. The two supervisors there, they knew who we were, but they didn't say anything to us. People started putting out their cigarettes, and pushing their chairs back. They were stepping back inside the building in a hurry. We almost cleared that little section out, except for a couple of people who were pretending that they didn't know what was going on. But they knew, all right. Those were the true voyeurs, the ones who stayed out there and listened the whole time I was finger-fucking Patty. They were the ones who heard Patty's stifled groans, and out of the corner of their eyes, they were watching us."

Sandy felt increasing warmth between her legs, as if what she'd been imagining was taking on a life of its own. She really thought she felt a man's hand rubbing across the front of her pants, but that was impossible, wasn't it?

"I'm right next to you, Sandy." Rudy's voice purred through the phone. "Visualize me being right next to you."

She felt fingers sliding down the front of her pants, forcing her zipper apart. She felt them playing along the front of her panties, before they slipped under the fabric and traveled further south. The fingers reached her pussy.

Sandy opened her eyes, only to find a blurry reality before her. Everything was so vague, the table she was sitting next to, the coffee shop's bar with all of its colorful merchandise, the people sitting at the other tables.

She stood up in a panic and shrieked, dropping her phone to the floor.

Before her eyes, everything reverted back to normal.

The man with all the envelopes, who was sitting only a couple of tables away, was watching her closely. Everybody else seemed to be minding their own business.

"Everything okay?" The man asked.

"What?" Sandy gave him a dazed reply, before she nervously chuckled at him. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I think I just dozed off and had a nightmare. But I'm fine now. Everything's okay."

The man made some joke about her needing to get some rest, before he said, "Uh, I don't know how to say this, but your fly is open."

Sandy glanced down at her pants, and sure enough, her zipper was open wide enough for a truck to drive through, and her soft stomach was clearly on display to the entire world. Quickly, she zipped herself back up. "Oh, thanks. I'm such a scatter-brain sometimes. I am a blonde, you know."

This enticed a good chuckle from the envelope guy, and gave Sandy enough time to gather up her coffee and the paper she'd been reading. She'd dropped her phone, she remembered, and after snatching it up off the ground, she purposefully began a walk outside and toward her car.

"Rudy, are you still there?"

"Yes, I am."

"What just happened in there?" Sandy asked. "I was sitting in the coffee shop, and then I was sitting somewhere else at the same time."

"We reached the Dream State." Rudy revealed. "For a moment, anyway. We reached the place where people go when they have out of body experiences."

"What is that? Is that like when people die and come back?"

"No, that's something else. That's a Near Death Experience. The Dream State is where people go when they expand their consciousness and try to talk to higher beings. Most people try to take short cuts by using mind-altering drugs, and while people can use drugs to help them get to the Dream State, if they use too much of any certain drug, they become reliant on it and won't be able to do this naturally. What I'm doing different is that I'm doing it with a partner, that's you, and my method involves using the energy from the various Chakras and the sexual and sensual energy they possess."

"I don't understand any of that. Come again?"

"Okay, to state it briefly," Rudy explained. "If you're aroused, and I'm aroused, and we're both focused on the same idea, it creates an energy. This isn't just my energy, and it isn't just you're energy, but a new energy from both of us combined. This energy becomes power, and I direct the power to wherever I want to go. In theory, anyway, since this last experiment didn't last so long. Did you get scared?"

Sandy thought this over. "No, not really scared. I was just really surprised for a moment. You should have told me that was going to happen."

"Well, I didn't really know." Rudy admitted. "I was trying to get my body to go over to your coffee shop. I didn't know you were going to be sucked into the Dream State, too. This is a whole different thing than what I was practicing in my room."

Sandy reached her car, and she tossed her paper in, but she wasn't ready to start driving yet. She just stood there pensively. "Did we really go somewhere else?"

"I guess that depends on your definition of time and space." Rudy answered. "Did you know that there are some cultures that believe that the Dream State is reality, and that the reality that you and I are living in right now is the dream?"

"You're losing me again." Sandy told him. "I'm just not used to thinking about things like that."

"Well, my answer is that maybe we did go somewhere, and maybe we didn't. It just happened too fast for me to give you a more definite reply."

"You are, like, one of the weirdest guys I've ever met."

Rudy chuckled. "You don't know the half of it. Anyway, I appreciate that you at least gave it a try, and you can collect on that toe-job any time you want."

"Well, you sure gave me a lot to think about." Sandy stated. "Listen, I've got some errands to run, but I'll call you later, okay?"




The Girl Next Door Ch. 2.03



"Okay, I'll be here."

Once he'd hung up, Sandy stood by her car and tried to make sense of what had happened inside the coffee shop. She was still going over it in her head, when she drove off a few minutes later.



The Girl Next Door Ch. 2.04



Going Shopping

Later that evening, Sandy found herself alone in her bedroom and bored. She didn't really feel like spending her time watching TV with her roommate, so she decided to pull out all her pictures and accessories, and she started working on her scrapbook. She was pretty serious about her projects, as she had boxes full of empty albums, adhesive, embellishments such as assorted buttons, bits of foliage, and fancy washers, hole punches, markers, pens and different types of paper stock. She even had an expensive Cameo die-cutter so she could trim things exactly the way she wanted to, and nearly every week, she was out at the Picture Shop resizing photographs so they would fit better on her pages. Once everything was out and organized on the floor, she took a seat on the carpet and got to work.

Had Jeremy walked into the bedroom right then, he would have looked at all the pictures she'd littered up the floor with, and at all her materials and tools, and he would have started scratching his head as if she'd gone loony.

Not Rudy, though. He'd been expressing a genuine interest in what she did, so much that he'd asked her to send pictures of some of her favorite finished pages. She had, and he seemed to take several minutes to study her shots, before he emailed or messaged her back with his initial impressions. The praise he lavished on her gave her a sense of pride, for nobody outside of her little circle of fellow scrapbookers ever really understood why she did what she did, or why she was so serious about it. You have an artistic eye, Rudy had said to her, you have a great sense of color and geometric placement, of balance and coordination.

His last message to her made her laugh: 'I'm just saying all that mushy stuff, so I can get into your pants.'

She decided to call him outright, instead of emailing and messaging him like she usually did. He was home, like he always was, and he took the time to pause from whatever weird thing he was studying to talk to her. He listened as she talked about how her day went, and about what was going on with her ex-husband and her estranged son, and even with Jeremy. He asked her lots of questions about her life, her views, and about all kinds of other things as well. Sandy sighed, for if Jeremy had paid even half of the attention that Rudy was giving her, she'd have been a very happy woman.

"You want to hear something funny?" Rudy asked, after Sandy had turned things around and asked him how his day had gone. "I went to the store earlier, and I was trying to see if I could influence the people around me, and specifically the women, by only using my mind."

"You are so weird." Sandy commented.

"Yeah, it comes with the package. I mean, I wasn't trying to bend them to my will or anything. I was just trying to implant a subtle idea into their heads. Okay, so this is what happened, and no, I'm not making this up. I was going through the aisles at the Galmart, and it was fairly crowded there, like it usually is. In my head, I was projecting for women to leave whatever aisle I happened to be walking through. Most women just kept on doing whatever they were doing, a few started looking around themselves until they made eye contact with me, and a very small number of women actually left the aisle right away, even when they'd been standing there shopping at first. I couldn't tell if my experiment was working or not, because the results were so random. Anyway, I decided to switch tactics. I thought to myself, the next woman that comes by, I'm not going to push away from me, but instead I'm going to try and attract her toward me. So this supervisor flashes by at the end of the aisle, and I guess she's pushing some abandoned cart back toward the front of the store. I have like half a second to project my thoughts at her, and she was looking straight ahead of her as she walked. Well, this woman stopped, and she started looking around blankly. When she saw me she asked me if the cart she was pushing belonged to me."

"That was just a coincidence." Sandy shook her head.

"Maybe so." Rudy admitted. "But... there were two other shoppers between me and this supervisor, plus one of them had a kid in their cart, and I was standing at least twenty feet away from this supervisor when she asked me that question. The look on her face gave me the impression that she thought she'd heard somebody calling out to her. Even better, I had a witness with me while I was at the store. This was one of the girls who stops by my place sometimes to talk about metaphysics, and she was making fun of what I was doing up until this last incident. She saw how the supervisor stopped, and how she turned to look at me as if she was honing in on a target."

"Rudy, you're crazy, and so is that girl who was with you."

"As crazy as I was when I showed up in your roomie's bedroom? How about I send myself into your room right now, and I prove to you that some of this stuff is really possible?"

"You can't do that, Rudy. Nobody can."

"Dare me. Dare me like Patty dared me when I was working at the casino, and let's find out."

Sandy glanced over at the alarm clock, finding that is was barely going to hit seven. Jeremy wouldn't be due back for another couple of hours, she figured, so she had some time to play along with Rudy's wild notions. "Okay, I dare you."

"I wish I'd taken a look at your bedroom, when I was in your apartment that morning." Rudy whined. "So I could visualize it now."

"See, you can't do it." Sandy told him.

"Hold on. I didn't say I couldn't do it. I got into Dee Dee's room without knowing what that looked like, didn't I? Let's do this, let's get us both back to that state of arousal, so that I can use that energy like I did back at the coffee house. Just try not to freak out if things start to feel like you're having a dream."

"I did not freak out last time!"

"Right. You remember about that mental bookmark I asked you to keep in mind?"

"Yes."

"Try and bring that back into focus, while I say some dirty things to you."

"Now, that sounds fun." Sandy grinned.

And so, for the next few minutes, the odd pair concentrated on naughty thoughts and each other's company. Sandy found herself smirking over just how ridiculous it all sounded, and how pleasantly quirky and away from the norm Rudy was. She was pretty happy about befriending him, though, even if he had somehow snuck into Dee Dee's bedroom, and...

There was a loud thump on her bed, provoking Sandy to bolt up to her feet and spin around to face it. There was Rudy on the mattress, his upper half teetering on the edge and off-balance, his legs flailing about precariously in the air until he tipped over and landed on the floor, and all over her precious pictures.

"No, you're going to ruin my pictures!" Sandy cried out, as she rushed over to drag Rudy to his feet.

Once he was standing and facing her, Sandy reached out and touched his chest, just to make sure Rudy was a real person. She was deathly afraid of ghosts, and always had been, but this was him. Really him!

Rudy was wearing his casual attire of a black tank top and red cotton shorts, and he was smiling both at her, and at his success in the experiment. He reached out for her shoulders, when they both heard a man's voice booming out from the living room.

"Hey, Sandy, I'm home!"

"That's Jeremy!" Sandy gasped. "He's not supposed to be here! I can't believe he came home early! Quick, go hide somewhere! He'll come in here any second!"

Realizing that yet another scandal might erupt in his life, Rudy's first impression was to duck under the bed, but it was too short to squeeze under. His next hiding place of choice was the closet, and while its door was open, he saw in dismay that it was full of boxes containing all of Sandy's scrapbooking supplies. He looked back at the nervous woman with an open mouth.

"The drapes, hide behind the drapes!" She started pushing at him.

Quickly, Rudy flew over the photos he'd just scattered and bent up, and concealed his body behind the dark green folds of fabric. The curtains were still swaying around, and the bottoms of Rudy's sneakers partly visible, when the bedroom door swung open and Jeremy stepped in.

"Hey, Sandy." Her boyfriend said. "How come you didn't come out when I called?"

Although Sandy had never had a problem with doing this for Jeremy before, this time she felt like she was being hailed as a puppy when its master got home, and she wasn't liking that one bit. She sighed, and with both arms she pointed down at all stuff she had spread out on the bedroom floor. "I was a little busy, if you hadn't noticed."

"Oh, you're doing that again."

This time, she grew a little irritated. "Yes, I was doing that again. If I'd known you would be coming home so early, I wouldn't have put everything out like this, but as you can see, nobody bothered to tell me anything, as usual!"

This pointed barb bothered Jeremy not one bit. "Okay, I'll be in the living room watching TV. Just let me know when you're finished cleaning up, because I've got some things I need to work on again." Jeremy turned to head out.

From the opposite side of the bedroom, Rudy made a loud fart sound.

Jeremy turned to look into Sandy's face, and the look on his face was so strange, that Sandy couldn't help but to break out into loud and uncontrollable giggles. Jeremy frowned, and made another face at her, before he finally exited the room.

Sandy waited a few seconds, just to be sure he wasn't coming back, before she hurried over to the curtain Rudy was hiding behind. She pulled it back only slightly, just in case, and looked Rudy straight in the eye.

"You are so bad!" She scolded him. "I can't believe you did that!" Once the words were out of her mouth, she started giggling again.

In response, Rudy reached out and cupped her face with both of his hands. He kissed her, like a lover would, and Sandy felt her heart reaching out for him, for she'd never before known a man quite like him.

After the steamy kiss, Sandy reluctantly pulled away. "You'd better go."

Sandy slid the patio door open, and Rudy slipped out like a shadow, until he barreled into Jeremy's old barbecue and made such a clatter that it could have woken up an entire army.

"I'm a Secret Agent Man." He said, before he located the latch to the patio gate, and let himself out.

Sandy started laughing again, before she shut the door and went to gather and put away all her supplies. As she was doing so, she began to wonder if her feelings for Rudy were not starting to eclipse her feelings for Jeremy.

At a little past nine the next morning, Sandy started messaging Rudy online.

Sandy: Are you home?

Rudy: Yeah, still reading stuff. What are you up to?

Sandy: I'm bored.

Rudy: I can always come over, now that I know I can do that.

Sandy: Don't you dare! I'm not alone today.

Rudy: Oh?

Sandy: Jeremy took a day off.

Rudy: So spend some time with him.

Sandy: He's looking at me right now.

Rudy: Will you get in trouble if you're talking to me?

Sandy: No. He knows I have friends online. And I already told him that if he doesn't talk to me, I'll find somebody that will. He knows I'm talking to a man.

Rudy: I don't want to get you into any trouble.

Sandy: I'm a big girl. So... What are your plans for today?

Rudy: Well, I'm waiting on a call from this job interview I went to. Other than that, I'm just hanging out, cuz the funds ain't exactly overflowing their coffers at the moment.

Sandy: Come shopping with me.

Rudy: What is it with you and shopping? You go shopping like every day.

Sandy: I have to order some more prints, thanks to the ones you creased up last night. On top of that, I have to get out of the apartment. I'm not going to sit here and watch Jeremy doing his stupid homework all day.

Rudy: I'm really sorry about that. I'll cover the costs for the pics.

Sandy: I don't want your money.

Rudy: How about a backrub then, after that toe-job I still owe you?

Sandy. Mmmmm.

Rudy: Don't get me started. I want to listen to you squeal again. That is such a turn-on.

Sandy: You're bad.

Rudy: I know. So, same deal as before? You call me once you're on the road, and I tag along on your headset?

Sandy: Yes. Give me fifteen to get ready. Bye.

It was more like twenty-five minutes, before Sandy found herself behind the wheel. The top on her BMW was down, because it was such a beautiful day, and the road noise was forcing her to talk much louder than usual in order for Rudy to hear her.

"So, I was thinking..." Sandy mused.

"Thinking gets people in trouble." Rudy joked. "Especially with the kinds of things we think about."

Sandy sniggered for a moment, before she continued. "Do you remember how we almost got into that Dream State place at the coffee shop?"

"How could I forget?"

Sandy smiled. "I want to try that again."

"I'm down for that."

"What do I need to do?"

"Uh, just find a place to park, and start giving me the general layout. After that, you've got to get yourself all worked up."

"No problem, on that last part." Sandy replied flirtingly, as she scanned the streets and buildings. "Here's the parking lot for a fast food place. I'm pulling in here."

She proceeded to describe said parking lot and its surroundings, using her well above-average powers of observation.

"How turned on are you?" Rudy asked.

"Oh, I'm all squishy for you already. I can't wait for you to get here."

For the next few minutes, they both concentrated on that simple location. Nothing seemed to be happening, however, and after a long yawn, Sandy pulled on the mechanized lever that tilted her seat back, and beneath the shade of her sunglasses, Sandy shut her eyes.

Her car door clicked open, giving her a sudden jolt. She opened her eyes to see Rudy swinging the door wide and holding his hand out to help her exit. He was wearing a more presentable and casual button shirt, in blue, and denim shorts, she noted, as she allowed him to pull her to her feet. Rudy seemed the perfect gentleman, as he shut the door and leaned his back against the car, scooting down a bit to compensate for their difference in height.

Rudy pulled her close, and his gentlemanly demeanor vanished once he'd set his lips on her. His kisses sought to devour her with their intensity, to evoke her passion from the depths it had been banished to by her boyfriend. His tongue lashed out like a whip, sweeping and invasive, and it felt like a violent skirmish had broken out between their two hot and wet mouths.

Sandy was as hot as she'd ever gotten with any man in her entire life, and here they were, barely getting started.

She pulled away, hoping to take in the boyish playfulness that always seemed to be shining in Rudy's eyes. It was there, as well as something more powerful and more profound than what she'd been expecting. Sandy wasn't just a temporary plaything for him, as she'd always thought. She wasn't one of those girls that always came around looking for him, and mistakenly knocked at her door, or one of those girls that he was always talking about in his dirty stories.

What she saw in his eyes that moment, what she was just realizing, was that Rudy's feelings for her were just as deep as Sandy's feelings were for him.

"Rudy, open your mouth." She instructed him. "I want to show you my special kiss."

Being the jester that he was, Rudy replied. "You want to check my tonsils? We have this saying in Spanish, when somebody wants to make out with somebody else, the slang for that is 'I'd sure like to check that person's tonsils'."

"You always have an anecdote for everything, don't you?" She smiled and rolled her eyes. "Just open your mouth, no, not like that. Now you're just being an ass. Open it a little, and don't move your lips, or your tongue, or anything. Let me do all the work. Okay?"

"You've got it."

Sandy slipped the soft snake of her tongue from her mouth, and slid it across Rudy's lips, before she penetrated the warm cavern of his mouth. In her tantalizing, and agonizingly slow way, she ran her tongue over his, and over his teeth and gums, and around the insides of his cheeks. She kept this up for several minutes, and she could feel Rudy's hard cock pressing against the inside of her thigh.

It wanted to be inside of her wet pussy, she knew, and she wanted it there just as bad. And maybe, just maybe, she would let it happen this time. If only they weren't at such a public place like that parking lot...

Sandy pulled back to take in her surroundings, but not far enough to break from Rudy's hold on her. Everything looked normal to her: the scenery, the weather, the time of day. The parking lot was still there, as was the fast food joint, and all the buildings around it. The cars were still visible, but even on the street, they weren't in motion. The only thing missing from that surreal scene was the people. In fact, it looked like Rudy and her were the only living things on the planet.

"We're in the Dream State now, aren't we?" She asked.

"Yeah." Rudy was taking in the landscape now, as well. "It's funny, but I've been here before, and I didn't even know it. (True story - the editor.) I know how you don't like to hear about any scary stuff, so I won't go into all the details."

"We'll be able to get out of this place, when we're ready to?" Sandy asked.

"I'm pretty sure we can."

"And we can do anything we want?"

"I don't know." Rudy shrugged. "I'm pretty sure this place isn't the same as the Matrix movies, meaning we have some physical laws to govern us, probably, and..."

"You know what I mean, you goof." Sandy came in closer, and set her lips close to his.

"You did not just call me a goof." Rudy said.

"Rudy, be quiet. I'm standing right here."

Rudy knew what that meant, as he embraced her tight, and resumed planting those intense and languorously passionate kisses on her. He rubbed her back in a constant motion, and felt a shudder course through Sandy when he brazenly reached down and clenched her butt. Sandy undid the front of her shorts, loosening them just enough for Rudy to be able to slid his hands past the waistband, and his fingers were soon sliding over her bare ass.

"You forgot your panties." Rudy whispered into her ear.

Sandy squealed, lightly. "I want this so bad, Rudy. I want you so bad."

He pulled gently at her shorts, until they slid down to her ankles, and she giggled as she had trouble stepping out of them, and was prevented from falling over only because Rudy's grip on her was steady. Now bottomless, Rudy walked her over to the passenger side, and he stripped down to his sneakers, while she took off her top and exposed her breasts to him.

They gazed into each other's eyes, and took in each other's bodies, as if that mere act was further blossoming the lust they felt for one another, before Rudy opened the car door and took a seat. He tilted the seat back, and waited for her.

Sandy went to him, straddling his thighs, and gently easing her body onto his cock. She held that position, relishing the feel of Rudy being that deep inside of her, expanding her wet folds so wonderfully, while his strong hands stayed at her sides. She brought her body up, nearly far enough for Rudy to pop out of her, before she slowly lowered her body back down. Up and down, she went, always maintaining that same steady pace that she craved so much, and very much appreciating that Rudy was enjoying her particular way of making love, for so many of her previous lovers had been of the same, self-pleasing and rushed mold.

She squealed, much more loudly and blatantly than before, because she had no worries of any roomies hearing her from the living room, or of Jeremy accidentally happening in on them, or of disturbing them with his constant, selfish phone calls.




The Girl Next Door Ch. 2.04



Her arousing murmurs prodded Rudy into sliding his hands up and down her sides, and to round back to squeeze her butt, but when he finally made his way up to her breasts, Sandy's resolve broke. She crowded Rudy's face with her large tits, forcing him to lash out at them with his hot mouth and tongue, and to suck them in and savor her hardened nipples.

She tried to keep her pace slow, oh, she tried, but she couldn't, as she felt her excitement reach its crescendo faster and more powerfully than perhaps any man had been able to accomplish before. Before she knew what hit her, she was crying out and convulsing against Rudy, and his response was to clutch her body tightly to his, and to keep her breaths puffing out and steaming on his face. He was savoring every moment, she knew, just as she was.

She kept up her rocking, until she heard that catch in Rudy's breath that announced his impending climax. This is when she shoved her mouth onto his, and rode him like a wild woman. She felt his cock erupt within her, felt his chest trembling against her breasts that now glistened with a soft sweat, and even in her mouth, she felt his orgasm tumble out of him and into her.

Her body ached to keep Rudy within her, but it was inevitable that his cock would slip away and flee from her.

Still, she kept her sweaty body on his, and while part of her certainly expected Rudy to push her away because he was done with her, like most other men would, another part of her knew that Rudy was simply not that way.

Into his ear, she whispered, "How long do you usually cuddle, with all your other women?"

"Oh, hours and hours, if I have the chance." Rudy answered. "I'm not bragging when I say that I can out-cuddle a woman."

Sandy giggled, before she'd found his lips again, and they began to kiss as fervently as they had before.

From inside the pocket of her shorts, Sandy's phone began to ring. At the same time, both her and Rudy turned to look in that direction, both realizing that the phone was not in her car, but in her shorts, which were out on the asphalt beside the car.

The illusion was broken. The Dream State made a sudden exit, while Reality boldly appeared to take its place. Rudy vanished, and Sandy found herself completely naked and sitting in her car, in the center of a fairly busy fast food place's parking lot.

In a blind panic, she scrambled for her car keys, which she'd fortunately left stuck in the ignition, and she quickly turned the car on and started closing the canvas roof over her. Next, she slid across the driver's seat, opening the door just wide enough that she could lean out and snatch up her shorts. Quickly and awkwardly, she yanked her shorts into place. She dared a peek over the edge of the passenger door, and discovered that her bra and top, as well as the entirety of Rudy's clothing, were still sitting on the ground.

She would not easily be able to reach her things, she frowned, but she couldn't just drive herself home without a top on! Sandy took a quick breath, before she brazenly opened the car door and slipped out.

The line of steady customers at the restaurant's drive-thru were treated to the sight of Sandy and her extra large jugs stepping away from her car and retrieving her top from the parking lot floor. Nonchalantly and without any further fanfare, she put the garment back on. The rest of the clothing, she eventually concealed in the trunk of her car.

Seemingly without a care in the world, she paused by the end of her BMW to fish her phone from her shorts, and to see exactly who had caused the embarrassing disruption she'd just suffered through.

Anyone who was within hearing distance would have heard her shout, "Fucking Jeremy!"

A moment later, the phone was back in her pocket, and she was heading for the driver's door. Once the red BMW had exited the small lot, and the steady line of drivers at the burger joint had been replaced by a new collection, the entire strange scene was quickly forgotten, and that fateful day went on at its typical pace.



The Girl Next Door Ch. 2.05



A Happy Ending, Or Not?

Inevitably, Sandy and Jeremy began to argue and fight. They fought over Jeremy's lack of attention for Sandy, over his long hours at work, and his general blasé attitude toward life. They fought over how Sandy had been unable to find work, and how Jeremy was footing all the bills by himself, and over the amount of time and space Sandy reserved for her favorite hobby. They fought over dirty clothes that hadn't been tossed in the hamper, over what they were having for dinner, and over many of the other stupid and meaningless things that couples decide to fight over when they're not getting along.

Sandy couldn't even turn to Rudy for comfort, as he'd found a job, finally, as a security guard at a ritzy hotel. His hours were such that Sandy would be asleep when Rudy was on patrol, and Rudy would be sleeping when Sandy was out and about. It was a frustrating situation for both of them, as they'd both grown attached to one another, although it remained unspoken as to just how profound their feelings really were.

For two months now, they'd been seeing each other, both in this dimension and in the other one, and their bond and understanding of each other was such that one would have thought they'd been best friends for years. Their greatest ambitions and dreams, their best successes and their worst failures, their brightest moments and their darkest secrets, were all revealed to one another.

Early one morning, Sandy sighed and rolled over on the bed to gaze at the dresser. Jeremy had woken her up as he got ready for work, she sighed, and he was now standing before the mirror and adjusting his tie. Even though he'd seen through the mirror that she'd woken up, he was deliberately ignoring her.

It wasn't even seven in the morning, she noted, and already things were bad.

Jeremy strode across the bedroom like a man on a mission, briefcase and coat in hand.

"I might be home late tonight." He said.

A moment later he was gone, and Sandy was left to herself once again.

Glancing at the clock a second time, she wondered if Rudy had gotten home yet. She went ahead and sent him a text.

Sandy: Hi.

A few minutes later, Rudy replied: Hi, what are you doing up?

Sandy: I can't get back to sleep. How 'bout you?

Rudy: Same problem. I think I drank enough coffee to kill a horse last night. I had to patrol outdoors, and it was cold out! What are you doing today?

Sandy: It's depressing here. I have to go somewhere today.

Rudy: How about upstairs, to my place?

Sandy: I wish! No, I think I'm going to drive out to my old neighborhood. My old scrappin' club meets on Thursday mornings. I haven't seen my gals since I moved.

Rudy: A bunch of grannies?

Sandy: LOL. Most of them are older women. A couple are my age or younger. There's even one man in our group.

Rudy: Is he gay?

Sandy: No, but he is a big mama's boy. Do you want to tag along?

Rudy: Do you have to ask? I'll hang with you until I start falling asleep.

Sandy: Good. Let me take a quick shower, and I'll call you when I'm in my car.

About forty-five minutes later, Sandy was on the road, and was talking with Rudy over her headset. She'd already gotten him excited, after she'd told him that she'd set her phone in the little nook of her bra, and right between both of her sizable breasts.

"If I was in the car with you, you'd be pulling onto the shoulder right now." Rudy teased.

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Because I'd be taking that phone out from between your tits, and putting something else in there. Guess what that is?"

"Your cock." Sandy giggled.

Instead of hearing one of Rudy's usual snappy answers, the receiver stayed silent this time.

"Rudy?" She asked, as their connection sometimes cut off while she was driving. "Are you still there?"

"Yeah."

"Why'd you get quiet like that?"

She heard his sigh come through. "If you weren't with Jeremy, I'd be thinking very seriously about you right now."

"Oh, no." Sandy tried to avoid the implications of what Rudy was getting at. "I'm not going to be one of those girls you always talk about in your stories."

"You wouldn't be." Rudy answered. "Ever since that first day in your roomie's bedroom, I've never thought about you that way. Sandy, I know I probably shouldn't say this, but I'm going to say it anyway..."

"Don't say it!" Sandy tried to stop him.

"I love you."

This was something that Sandy had already suspected, but actually hearing Rudy voice it was a whole new ballgame. For the last few weeks, she'd wanted to hear him say those words, and at the same time, she'd been dreading them. It made her life so much more complicated than what it already was. She already knew that Jeremy wasn't her Mr. Right.

"Did you faint?" Rudy asked.

Sandy laughed, but it was a quiet, reflective laugh. "No, Rudy. I knew you were going to say that to me, sooner or later. I already knew that's how you felt about me."

"You don't have to say it back to me." Rudy told her. "I just want you to know that I really appreciate your friendship, and everything else about you. And the sex, well, that is just out of this world. Seriously, it's multi-dimensional."

This time, Sandy did laugh out loud.

"I've never met anyone like you." He said.

This sobered her up. She'd never met anyone like him, either. They just clicked together in a way she'd never clicked with anyone else, ever. Like Rudy sometimes said, they were two peas in a pod.

"Why can't things ever be easy?" She asked.

"What would be the fun in that?" Rudy countered. "If it wasn't for all the peaks and valleys in life, everything would be boring."

Sandy thought this over for a couple of minutes. "We should just run away together."

"Where would we go?"

"England. I've always wanted to go there."

"Isn't it always cold over there, and foggy?"

"So, we'll wear warmer clothes, and we'll stay inside." She contemplated. "We'll find a little village somewhere, with old fisherman that have little hats and big beards, that go out fishing in their little boats all day. We'll find a house that faces the ocean, and we'll drink coffee and watch them head out in the morning. And you don't have to worry about getting cold, because I'll be there to keep you warm."

"That sounds great, except I hate eating fish."

They were both joking and still talking about this, as Sandy pulled into the lot of her old scrapbook supply place. "Okay, I'm here now. Do you want to go, or do you want me to start messaging you?"

"I don't mind if you message me. It's almost nine now, and I'm still not tired."

"Well, good. Give me a couple of minutes to get into the store, okay?"

Sandy retrieved the box of items she'd wanted to work on from the trunk of her car, and went inside. Her scrappin' buddies were all overjoyed to see her back, at least for a visit, and they all welcomed her to her usual seat among them. They chatted for a few minutes, before Sandy got her things set up on her table, and once things settled down, she put her laptop out in front of her and turned her chat program on.

Sandy: Okay. Sorry I took so long, but everybody was happy to see me. You still there?

Rudy: I'm still here, just took a moment to grab some cereal. What are you wearing?

Sandy: Pink top and jeans, the usual.

Rudy: Good. That'll make it easier to visualize you, in case you want to have some fun later.

Sandy: You mean right here, in the middle of my scrappin' group? With everybody here?

Rudy: Why not? It's worked in some unlikely places already. All you have to do is want it.

Sandy: Stop. You're making me blush, and my buddy sitting next to me is going to ask me why I'm blushing.

Rudy: I dare you to make a funny face at her.

Sandy: LOL

Rudy: I dare you to stand up and flash your boobs at her.

Sandy: LOL You're crazy! Ha! She wants to know why I'm laughing!

Rudy: I dare you to ask her if she wants to be in a threesome.

For the next hour or so, the conversation took on more mundane courses, but Rudy, being Rudy, eventually went back into seduction mode.

Rudy: Yawn.

Sandy: Are you tired now? Do you want to go to sleep?

Rudy: Yeah, unless you can visualize something first, something that will keep me awake.

Sandy: What?

Rudy: My cock, and your mouth, wide open.

Sandy: ...blushing...

Rudy: What are you going to do, if I'm suddenly standing there next to you?

Sandy: I'm going to suck your cock, and then you're going back home and going to sleep.

Sandy felt the slight shift, as the real world slipped into the Dream State. She looked around her, and sure enough, everything that was inanimate was still around, but the people were all gone. Rudy must have made it happen all on his own.

She felt his chin sliding over her shoulder, and his cheek nuzzling against her hair.

"You're here." She said, more a statement than a query.

In reply, Rudy moved her hair aside, and began nibbling at her earlobe.

"I love when you do that." She said, dreamily, as she lifted her head and closed her eyes. "I've always loved when you do that."

"More than when I suck your toes?"

Sandy squealed slightly.

"I guess so." Rudy chuckled. "Am I making your squishy again?"

"Yes." She admitted, as his tongue left a wet trail around her ear. "But I don't want you to. Not right now. I have to work on this project I'm doing, and I'm way behind."

"How about this? I do what I came here to do, and you keep working on your project. Do you think you can do that?"

"I'll try." She said, her breaths hot and steamy.

Rudy stood her up, and leaned her over the table, as Sandy continued to trim the large, yellow letters she'd been focused on when he'd arrived. His hips were pressed tight against her butt, and he ran his hands over the length of her back a few times.

"You're sure your phone is off this time?" He asked. "I don't want you to go through the same hassle you did that last time."

Sandy giggled. "I made sure I turned it off."

Rudy's hands went around her waist and reached up to cup her breasts. He gripped them, softly and slowly, just the way she liked. She was having trouble keeping her scissors straight, when he guided his hands under her shirt and started squeezing her bra. 

Oh, fuck this, Sandy thought, as she set both her scissors and her now crooked lettering on the table. She reached under her shirt, and yanked her bra up far enough to release her breasts so Rudy's hands could roam free on them. He wasted no time there, fluttering his fingers over her skin, cupping as much flesh as his hands could hold, and tenderly rolling her nipples between his fingertips.

His hands went to her waist, and she straightened up to allow him to undo the front of her pants. He did, and he slipped her pants down to her thighs, pressing his newly freed cock against her butt as his arms went around her waist. Sandy turned her head to one side, as Rudy's lips ventured forward and discovered hers. Their mouths were locked together, his hands again fondling her tits, and his cock hot against her panties. Not for long, as Rudy slid her panties down to the top of her thighs, and rubbed his warm length against the bare flesh of her butt.

Sandy squealed, right before she felt Rudy's hands leaning her forward. Her arms stretched out over the table, bracing her body in position, as Rudy moved in behind her. He found her wet and eager as he entered her fully, and erupted little ripples of pleasure all across her body.

"Rudy." Sandy moaned, as he settled into her perfect spot.

Her lover's response was to pull his length nearly all the way out, as she'd always asked him to, before he pressed into her again. The sensation of his cock repeatedly pushing through her wetness, coupled with the way they felt about each other, was enough to envelop them both in a state of profound bliss, a rapture of ecstasy where the heavens seemed to open up and pour even more love down onto them.

Rudy withdrew, and quietly, caringly, he finished undressing his lover. After they'd pushed aside some of her scrapbooking material on the table, he helped to set Sandy on her back. Her legs he curled and pressed against his chest, as he leaned into her and entered her once again. His hips rolled in a wide circle, causing his cock to rub against her at different angles, and he was rewarded by even more of Sandy's delicious squeals.

Sandy's hands squeezed on his wrists, and he could feel her body reacting to his stimulation in short gasps and intense shudders, as her climax overtook her. He'd learned enough about Sandy that when he realized she was coming, he would increase his rocking just enough to prolong her orgasm, as well as to push himself over the edge right along with her. They came together, just as they had several times before.

It was a perfect act of love, for both of them, and when it was complete, Rudy brought Sandy up to her feet, and they simply marveled at what they saw in each other's eyes. After, they began showering each other with passionate kisses and embraces blossoming with affection.

Rudy opened his mouth to speak.

"Don't." Sandy stopped him, this time. "Don't say it. I'm not ready to hear that yet." She'd turned her head away from him as she'd said this, but now, her eyes were again looking into his and her mouth was smiling. "We both need a shower, don't we?"

"Yeah, I guess we do." Rudy replied.

"You'd better go now." She said. "I have to think about things."

"Like what?"

"Like me and Jeremy." She answered, making sure their eyes were locked. "And me and you."

Each of them got dressed in silence. They meant to give each other quick kisses goodbye, but this got out of hand and matured into another long bout of lips and tongues mating. Finally, they broke their sensual union, but their hands were still clenched together.

"I have a lot of things to think about." Sandy admitted.

"So take your time." Rudy winked. "You know where to find me."

"Yes, I do." Sandy rose up on her toes, and gave him one final kiss. "I'll talk to you later."

Rudy stepped back, still holding her hand. A second step, and their fingers were slipping apart. A moment later, he was gone.

Sandy sighed, wondering why they couldn't stay in their little Dream State forever. After this, she turned and tidied up her things to where they'd been right before Rudy had arrived. The last step was for her to take her seat, and close her eyes. She willed herself back into Reality.

"Sandy, are you well?" The woman beside her poked her arm with a bony elbow.

Sandy opened her eyes. "Why do you ask? Does it look like something's wrong?"

"Well, for the last couple of minutes, you've been sitting there with this dreamy look on your face." The older woman explained. "I was sure you'd fallen asleep."

"Oh, I must have started daydreaming." Sandy joked. "I am a blonde!"

The older woman laughed.

Sandy looked around at the other women in her little group, and at the lone mama's boy, but everybody else seemed completely oblivious to the thrashing Rudy had given her on the table, only a few minutes before. Everyone had their full attention focused on their little projects, and Sandy thought she'd better get moving as well.

Well, she got moving after she'd gone over to the restroom and freshened up, anyway.

Several days passed with minimal contact between the two lovers, and these were always barely more than a quick Hi and Bye due to their conflicting schedules.

Then came the morning when Rudy received an urgent text from Sandy. He pulled out his phone and checked it.

Sandy: Where are you?

Rudy: Still at work. I don't get off until eight today.

Sandy: I have to talk to you. Can I call?

Rudy: Give me three minutes. I have to find a place to hide first, so nobody will see me on the phone while I'm on the clock.

Rudy answered after the first ring. "What's up?"

"Rudy!" Sandy exclaimed. "Jeremy got a call early this morning. His company wants to promote him!"

"Well, that's a good thing, I guess."

"No, no, no!" Sandy replied. "They want to move him to another office. He's going to have to move to New York!"

Rudy took a long pause. "Do you think he'll go?"

"Well, of course he'll go!" Sandy cried out. "You know he loves his job more than he loves me!"

Again, Rudy took a long time to answer.

"I don't know what to do!" Sandy said, sounding on the verge of tears.

Quietly, Rudy said, "I told you this might happen."

Sandy rummaged through their past conversations. Rudy had told her a thousand things, things she could barely grasp, such as that the universe was a living, intelligent thing, and that there was no such thing as coincidence. She'd had enough trouble convincing herself that the Dream State was a real place, and not just her wishful imagination, even after the incident where she was nude at the parking lot, and she simply wasn't ready to try and comprehend anything more.

She tried to relax a little. "What did you tell me, exactly?"

"That the universe might put you into a place where you would have to make a choice." He replied. "That's all we really have, is our free will. Everything else is a false perception."

"And I have to choose between you and Jeremy?"

"Unless you choose neither one of us, yes. You can't choose us both, because that binds the three of us in the same spot, and I guess our paths are leading us in three different directions."

"But I can't choose!" Sandy said, frustrated.

Rudy sighed. "You know how I feel about you, and you know how Jeremy feels about you. When does Jeremy have to make his choice about this promotion?"

"I don't know." Sandy replied. "Today, maybe tomorrow. He has to decide right away, because they'll give the job to someone else. They're offering him a lot of money."

"Just take your time, and think things over." Rudy advised, before he chuckled a bit. "You know which way I'd like you go, but I can't make you choose me. This has to be something you do by yourself."

"I don't have a lot of time, Rudy." Sandy lamented.

"Sure you do. You have the rest of your life. Just make sure that in your heart, you feel it's the right choice. Okay?"

"I have to go." Sandy said. "Jeremy's in the shower right now. He'll be out any second."

A few minutes later, Jeremy walked into the bedroom. He was beaming, and it was the first time in months that Sandy had seen him so happy.

Several days passed, before Sandy sent Rudy a new text.

Sandy: Jeremy is going to New York today.

Rudy: What are you going to do?

Sandy: I have to stay here, and get everything packed up.

Rudy: Have you decided anything yet?

Sandy: No.

The next text came two days after.

Sandy: Jeremy's things are gone now. My stuff is boxed up. It's all sitting on the floor in my bedroom.

Rudy: So you're leaving?

Sandy: I don't know.

Rudy: Well, do you have a plane ticket?

Sandy: Yes. I want to see you.

Rudy: I'm not good with goodbyes, not like this. When does your flight leave?

Sandy: Two days from now. At five pm.

Rudy: Tell you what. Let's not make this more difficult than it already is. Two days from now, at five pm, I'll be at that coffee shop you always go to. If you want to see me, I'll be waiting for you there.

Rudy knew that there were three different ways that Sandy could have communicated with him. She had his phone number, she knew his email, and he always kept his little chat program open in case she sent him a message. She could have simply walked up to his apartment and knocked on his door, too, and although he was against this, he would have been hard-pressed not to answer if she had.

She did message him, once, asking if she could see him one last time. Rudy ignored it, because he simply could not bear to face the woman he'd fallen in love with, knowing that she was about to turn her back on him and walk away forever. He may have even known what her decision would be ahead of time, as he was very good at reading a woman's body language, and he remembered her reaction to the first time he'd told her that he loved her.




The Girl Next Door Ch. 2.05



Keeping true to his word, he did go to the coffee shop, at five pm on that fateful day, and he sipped down a very bitter cup of coffee by himself. Once that was done, he made up his mind that it was time for him to move again.