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She Was My Neighbor

By: Indigo21



She was my neighbour. The truth is I hardly ever saw her, but when I did my cock acted like that of an inexperienced boy. She was a photographer; who travelled all over the world in search of the perfect shot. I had seen some of her work in a gallery, the only way I could describe it would be saying it was sensual. The images always pulled on that gut instinct humans have for wanting to feel loved and cherished. 

Some were of women or men; clothed or nude, in all sizes, shapes and colours. Some were of couples, in various states of undress. One picture I particularly love is a black and white of a woman wearing nothing but a mans white oxford shirt, the first few buttons open. There is a faceless man standing behind her with his hand inside her shirt; caressing her breast. The look on her face is one of pure fantasy, like she’s imagining herself with a stranger. Endless possibilities. 

There has been many a night where I’ve fantasized about being that guy and my sexy neighbour wearing that shirt. I’ve had screaming orgasms while seeing myself unbutton the shirt, spread it open and devour her body. And since the set of self-portraits she has done, I know exactly what I would be feasting on.

But I knew it was never to be. We hardly even knew each other; we were only passing acquaintances thrown together because we were living next door. I often found myself staring out my bedroom window into her backyard to watch her while she was gardening or sunbathing. I’m sure I could’ve just walked up to her and started a casual conversation about anything and everything homeowners had to deal with on a day-to-day basis, creating more of a friendship. Get my foot in the proverbial door so to speak. To bad I didn’t have the nerve to do it. But as it turns out I didn’t have to, she came to me.

It happened on a typical Sunday; I was just finishing my regular workout. I had decided to do my cardio, once I’d worked up a particularly good sweat I called it quits and headed for the shower. Since the summer was an abnormally hot one and I didn’t have central air I was really looking forward to it to. So you can understand I was a little cranky at being delayed by some one knocking at my door. Who ever it was knew I was home, and wouldn’t give up until I answered. When I wrenched the door open I was a little shocked to see my sexy neighbour Brenna standing on my stoop.

She was staring at me like she was going to make a meal out of me, which only annoyed me even more. Forget that I secretly thought of her as my dream girl, forget that the look she was giving me and the way she licked her lips hungrily was slowly making the blood seep out of my head and into my cock. She had never made any inclinations of wanting to be friendly neighbours, so this unexpected visit told me that she must want something. I decided if she wasn’t going to say anything I was going to get the over with.

“If you’re just gonna stand there staring at me I’m gonna shut this door and go back to my workout.” I guess the sharpness of my tone knocked some sense back into her because her eyes lost that cloudy look, focusing on me instead of my body.

“I’m sorry. That was rather rude of me wasn’t it,” her voice was still husky from her obvious arousal. As she continued to state her reasons for calling I openly appraised her body. She had great tits, and her nipples were hard little buttons straining against her tank top. Not from cold either. She was petite, but had lush curves. Curves of a woman not some toothpick model. I found myself wondering if her tits would fit perfectly in my hands, or if her ass was as firm as it looks. I let my gaze travel over the sarong style skirt she was wearing and settle on her ankles. She was wearing a silver ankle bracelet. For some reason I thought that was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I wondered how she’d look wearing only that. I suddenly realized she was waiting for me to answer her question.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” I asked, hoping my lack of attention hadn’t pissed her off.

“I asked if you wouldn’t mind coming over later today. I have a few pieces of heavy furniture that I need to move out of the room I’m going to use for my studio. I’d be willing to compensate you for your time of course.” 

Her voice was cool and very professional. If I didn’t know better I’d have pegged her as an ice bitch. But I did know better, I’d heard it often enough when she had left her bedroom windows open. I gazed into her eyes, a slight smirk on my face and told her that it wasn’t a problem. I told her I’d be over in an hour or so. She nodded and headed back to her place. I watched that sweet ass of hers the whole way. Running upstairs to have my shower, I thought of all the wonderful things I could ask for in compensation for my help.

It had been over 4 months since I’d felt a woman under me. I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had calluses’ on my right hand from jacking off so much. The thought of getting her in bed was too much for me to handle. Despite my cold shower my cock was rigid and purple. I decided to let the poisons out before going over there and as I stroked my cock I imagined it sliding in and out her warm mouth, her hand griping my balls. It didn’t take long for me to cum. When I finished dressing I grabbed something to drink and headed out over to her place.

It took us a good three hours to move everything. I wondered how she managed to even get the large desk and other pieces into the room. They seemed to weigh more than a truck! By the time we were finished I was in desperate need for some thing to drink. Sensing my need she asked if I wanted a beer. 

“I would kill for one.” I said, wiping sweat from my brow with my forearm.

She was a little out of breath; it only made her sound sultrier in my opinion. ”Um ok, why don’t you go out onto the patio? I’ll bring them out there. Are you hungry at all? Cuz I have some fruit I could cut up.”

“Yeah. That would be great.” Yeah I was hungry, but she had no idea for what. We both went our separate ways, her to the kitchen and me to the patio. She had two lounge chairs with cushions on them under a nice umbrella, a perfect place to kick back and relax. I flopped down onto one and put on my shades. I was so relaxed that when she came out with a plate of watermelon and two cold ones I was almost asleep. I felt something cold and wet touch against my bicep, bringing me out of my doze. When I looked up at her as I accepted the drink I could swear that that look of glazed passion had been in her eyes. She was licking her lips again too, and her nipples were hard again. There was no way I was going to pass up on what could turn out to be a great afternoon. Snagging her wrist I pulled her down beside me on the chair. She looked amused and panicked. 

Keeping a firm hold on her wrist I took the beer and put it on the deck. When I came back up I skimmed the back of my hand over her left nipple. Her pulse jumped, and I could see her pupils dilate. I dipped my fingers into her shoulder length locks, massaging her scalp, pulling her towards me.

“Now, about that compensation.” I asked softly. She was practically leaning on my chest, her lips only inches away from mine. Her eyes at half-mast, shuddered by lush lashes. She trembled before answering.

“What did you have in mind?” her voice soft and husky. Like a cat purring.

“How bout a taste first?” I said as I bit her lower lip. She tasted sweet, like watermelon and something darker. I wondered if the rest of her body was half as sweet as her mouth. I took my time, tracing her lips with the tip of my tongue. When I dipped deeper insider her she gasped, but didn’t pull away. Her hands were on my chest, I could feel her nails biting into my skin, her thigh pressed up against my leg.

I was just contemplating in moving her onto my lap when she went wild. Before I knew what was happening she had ripped my shirt open and was biting my lip. Her hands were cruising over my upper body, scoring my flesh with her nails. Going with the flow I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her to straddle my thighs. I untied the knot at her hip holding her skirt on. My hands shot up under her tank top to squeeze her breasts. I had an uncontrollable urge to lightly bite her nipples, make them hard and red. 

I tore my mouth away from her, pushed her top up and dove in. She tasted slightly salty, smelled of flowers. It sent me over the edge. Like her I lost control. I kneaded her tits hard, lightly bit at her nipples and then licked away the marks. As I buried my face between her breasts my hands tore open her skirt revealing her thong panties. My hands cupped her ass, my fingers pushed under the back of her panties… roaming lower until I could feel her wet lips.

Her hands roamed down my chest, over my stomach. I felt the button on my shorts give way, my zipper going down. Her hand closed around me, freeing me from my confinement. She was making little sounds of pleasure in the back of her throat as she measured me; she stroked me, rubbing her thumb over my tip. Her other hand was inside my shorts, squeezing my balls. I looked at her face; her eyes were glazed. She was licking and biting her lower lip as my fingers worked into her hot cunt.

“You like my fingers in there don’t you?” I asked. I had pulled the thong of her panties over to one side of her firm ass. Two of my fingers were deep inside her pussy, my thumb pressing against here tight asshole. She moaned and tried to push down on my fingers as I started to ease out of her. “You want them back in there, you’re gonna have to tell me.”

“Hmm yes, please fuck me. You don’t know how long I’ve been watching you. When you’re out in the yard I watch your hands. I’ve wanted them on my body, I’ve wanted to feel them.” As I pressed my fingers into her again she started to fuck them at her own pace. As I watched her climb towards orgasm I pulled on her hair, arching her back. My mouth sought her tits; her hands dove into my hair holding me against her. 

I realized that I wanted to feel her spilling over me as she came. I pulled my fingers free, much to her disappointment. Before she could complain I grabbed her ass and lifted her onto my cock. As I felt her close around me I thought I was gonna lose it right there… she was so tight, hot and wet. I started to fuck her hard, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. My hands gripped her ass, spreading the cheeks wide. My middle finger pressed against her anus. Her nails were biting into my shoulders as she rode me hard.

She was screaming her pleasure and when she finally came I felt her hot juice spill over me, down my shaft and over my balls. Hearing her, finally seeing her, as I’d always wanted to see her sent me over the edge. I told her I was going to cum, she jumped off me and took me in her mouth; deep throating me as I spent myself; swallowing every drop.

“Fuck. Brenna anytime you want my help moving something don’t hesitate to ask.” My whole body was twitching as she cleaned me off. I was already thinking of what I would do to her in round two. But before I could suggest anything she got off me and grabbed her skirt. Her panties wear still off to the side, giving me a great view and making my mouth water.

She gave me a look, cool and calm. None of her passion left to show. She said, “I don’t think I’ll be needing you anymore. Thanks so much. I’m sure you can find your way back home.” And with that she just walked back into the house. I was stunned. It took me a few minutes to come out of it. When I did I was furious. If that little slut thought she was going to use me she had another thing coming.

She was My Neighbor



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Hey guys, sorry about the situation with the sequel series to "Just Business", but I just have so many ideas and thoughts going through my head, as well as outside influence I had to take a break and focus on other things to clear my mind. I assure you I haven't forgotten about it and guarantee an installment anytime right around New Years.

With that said the idea for this just came to me out of the blue one day, and once I started writing it, I was just having so much fun I couldn't stop till it was done. This concept was inspired by a few ideas, and brings in two new characters I haven't written about before. And while I won't elaborate, there are even a few not-so-subtle easter eggs I threw in last minute for the fans of "Just Business" as a way of showing I haven't completely left them in the dark.

And of course, special thanks to my wife, who proofread and gave editing and writing tips throughout the writing of this story. She is my one true love, and I cannot thank her enough for her support.

Well, that's all I can think to say so once again thanks for reading! Hope you all enjoy!

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She was my neighbor...

Sara Jean Underwood. Before I moved into my current apartment in Southern San Diego I had virtually no interest in her. Sure I had heard of her and seen many scantily clad images online, but being barely three years her junior I had never really had the opportunity to see her sexual appeal during my budding hormone filled masturbation sessions that punctuated my teenage years. Now don't get me wrong, she is absolutely gorgeous and I would never turn down the chance to pop out some kids with her, but I was past the point in my life where I spent the majority of my free time ogling naked boobs and shaven pussies on my computer screen. 

My story with the lovely Playmate begins in San Diego. I moved there for a job somewhat hesitantly. Being a right-wing born in the north that grew up in the south, I certainly had no interest to move to the left-skewed state of California. But it was my job that pulled me in. I moved there simply for work, who hasn't? It was a good job working as a courier for a factory. I ran messages and various other things across the company campus. It was a largely mobile position, one that kept me driving a neat little Yamaha 4x4 across a few acres of large factories and administration buildings on a daily basis. The hours were odd, as I went in around noon and generally clocked out around midnight, but the pay was good (only because of my experience and history with the company) and my manager was one of the nicest guys I knew, an old friend from high school. It was almost impossible to say 'no' to him, back in the day as well as working for him now. 

I had been living in my apartment for just over two months when the neighbor next to me was evicted because of an "anonymous tip" on the steadily growing meth and cocaine business he decided to house there. His weekends were dominated by late at night, narcotic ridden parties where he and his friends had competitions of who could get the hottest prostitute to stay in bed with them the longest. The walls between his place and mine were a lot thinner than one might think, you could almost hear a pen drop if everything was silent. So naturally, the sound of loud dubstep and sexual escapades just became a regular staple of my weekend. About eight or nine weeks into this, I finally got fed up with having to explain my sluggish and drowsy behavior to my boss every Monday that I called the cops on him. Sure enough, the guy had hundreds of thousands of dollars in just about every illegal substance you could get your hands on. 

When they let me walk through it after all of his shit had been cleared out, I was very surprised at the places condition. He had taken good care of it, despite his activities, and it was quite the luxurious apartment, even though it was a carbon copy of mine in terms of layout. All of the amenities were much newer than mine, and there were many features as well as just a generally cleaner look to the place that made it a mansion compared to its twin next door. When they offered it to me for over four times the price of my current abode, I happily declined. From that point on the place was empty and quiet. It was actually a little hard getting back to the routine of being able to go to bed before 2 AM for a while. 

Then, she moved in. A neighbor from two floors down who I was good friends with had been spreading rumors some famous model had just moved to our area. He kept up with that stuff a little more in depth than I think he liked to admit openly. Then about a week later, the superintendant put a note in all of our mailboxes in the lobby informing us that the famous Sara Underwood had purchased a place in our building. The note was very detailed in warning us to both act like good neighbors and not harass her, or we would be swiftly kicked out, as well as receiving whatever legal lash back she could think up. Or maybe that was just a specific warning to me, her soon-to-be only next door neighbor. Our apartment complex was a small place, and because of some architectural error, apartments were stacked two to a floor, with a staircase and elevator being the only access to each level. Kind of like in the show "The Big Bang Theory", but not exactly. When I first moved in the layout reminded me of the setting and so that's what I best attribute it to. 

Needless to say, finding out I would be living next to a famous Playboy Playmate was quite the news for a bachelor of just over three years in a row. I hadn't been with another girl in any real sexual way in a painfully long time, something I was somewhat disdainful of. Then again, I was an abnormal person and only attracted a certain crowd in high school and college. It wasn't the chubby girls, the Goths, or the emos, it was the quirky drama girls. I loved acting and had almost pursued a career in the theatre business way back when I starting on my own. But this and that happened and it fell through. I still enjoy seeing good old fashioned plays once in a while and will not hesitate to critique a piece of acting. Long story short, my last girlfriend turned out to be psychopathic, so I dumped her and shut myself away from the dating scene for a while, focusing on work and other things. That focus led to me being the runner-boy for a company that gets paid on average $80,000 a year. Hard to believe, but I can heartily say that that situation would not be the case if I was still dating the bitch I thought I loved three years ago. 

So, despite nearly losing my mind on initial intake of the information, I simply put it in the back of my head and continued on with my daily grind. 

After about a week, and after a particularly boring work day, I came home to find the door of the apartment next to mine open with many moving boxes littering the area around it. I took a deep breath and continued walking towards the door into my home, trying to not stare into her place like a creep or something. Like always it was really late, so I imagine someone who was moving things around this late wouldn't take too kindly to her new neighbor staring into her apartment like paparazzi anyway.

I pulled out my keys and after a few quick fumbles got the one to my apartment into the keyhole, and unlocked the door. I opened the door and walked into my humble hacienda. 

As I set down my daypack and walked into the kitchen, I heard a noise from through the wall.

Now, normally I would have frozen in place just from the fact that until this point no one had been living in the room next to mine, and so noises emitting from the wall would be a tad out of the ordinary. This time however, I froze for a completely different reason. I waited a few seconds staring at the wall in front of me. 

No more noise.

I took a step closer to the wall and listened. 

Nothing.

I shrugged and walked to a counter nearby that had a derelict water bottle from that morning on it. I picked it up and took a long swig then set it down. As I did so, I heard a grunt following by a swift BANG come from the wall again.

I snapped my head to the empty wall and waited again. 

Nothing again.

I took a step toward the wall. I was about a foot away from it. I heard small movements followed by another small grunt and a sliding sound. Almost like someone was moving furniture. 

And quite unsuccessfully by the sound of it. 

I waited until I heard another strenuous grunt and then did something I regretted a second afterward.

"Excuse me, everything allright?" I said somewhat loudly into the wall.

The sliding movement stopped. 

I took another breath and waited, my mind doing summersaults.

"Who is that?" came a female voice.

My head was swirling. I struggled to comprehend the situation for a brief moment and my subconscious took over.

"It's the next door neighbor."

All was silent for a second.

"Oh," the voice said "Well I actually could use some help if its all right?"

I blinked twice and tried to find words to respond. 

"Uhhh yeah sure, hang on." I said, throwing my backpack in the next room and nearly bolting out of my kitchen.

I slowed down as I entered the open door of the apartment next to mine so I wouldn't look insane, and briskly walked into the main living area. The place was almost a duplicate of mine, but was flipped There were boxes everywhere, and pieces of disassembled furniture lining the walls. I looked around for adjacent rooms and made my way down a small hallway I deduced to be where the cry for help originated.

As I passed a room, I stopped dead in my tracks. There was a bed frame oddly propped against the wall separating my apartment from the one I was in. And there she was. The beautiful Sara Underwood, wearing way more clothes than I had ever seen her in on the internet, standing there looking at it almost like a puzzle. As soon as I came into view, she turned and got a huge look of relief on her face.

"Oh thank god, Hi!" she walked towards me.

I met her halfway and extended my hand. "You must be the new neighbor."

She took it and shook it briefly. Her hands were so soft, I felt like shuddering. It was like being a teenager again.

"Hey, I'm Sara." She said 

"Kevin Wade." I replied.

"Nice to meet you Kevin!"

I smiled "Nice to meet you too Sara"

She took a step back "You already knew my name didn't you?"

I laughed. "Yeah, but with someone like you moving in it would be almost impossible not to."

She giggled. "Yeah I thought so. Did good old Mr. Jones warn everyone I was coming?"

I shrugged "Well, he warned me at least. Though I am your only next door neighbor."

Her smile widened and I stepped closer focusing now on the bed she had obviously been struggling to move.

"So, you always move into a new place at 11 o clock at night?" I quipped.

She laughed and I heard what sounded like a sigh of approval. 

"Definitely not, I've been here all day, and just now decided to put the bed up."

I nodded "Ahhhh a sincerely unwise move indeed."

She leaned back against a partially assembled dresser and tilted her head. 

"Tell me about it. Do you think you can help me?"

Almost immediately her words spurred images of cheap, corny porno's in my head, with Sara as the highly popular pornstar watching me as I lifted the bed with one hand and set it perfectly in the center of the room, followed by some snide comment like "If only there was someone who could help me break it in" or something stupid like that. 

Suddenly I realized I was daydreaming a little too obviously and broke myself out of it.

"Uhhhh yeah, no problem."

She could tell I had hesitated, and at me embarrassingly. "That sounded kind of porn-esque didn't it?"

How the hell? 

"Uhhhhh what?"

She caught me and walked up, sticking a finger in my face. "Oh no, you hesitated, and don't think I can't see that little imagination at work..."

I shrugged. "I apologize, not the best at making good first impressions with women."

She laughed and put a hand on my shoulder. "Oh you're doing fine! I set myself up for that anyway..."

She sure was taking it a lot different than I imagined she would, though I'm sure she could see I was nervous talking to her and was cutting me some early slack. I refocused on the bed. 

"So, where do you want it?"

She raised an eyebrow at me suspiciously. 

"... I mean the bed" I said without changing expression.

She quickly re-acquired her cute smile and laughed once. "I know, just fucking with you..."

I smirked and was slightly surprised with her sudden language. I mean, cussing didn't faze me. In fact, it made me feel more comfortable around someone. But her early drop of the F-bomb put me in a state of ease I had never taken on this early with another girl, especially one as stunning as her.

She leaned on one leg and stared at the bed with me. 

"Hmmmm I wanted the head to be up against the wall and it to be basically facing where we are" she explained.

I looked at her and seriously wondered if she had been spying on me the week before she moved in.

"Really?" I said "If that's the case then my bed will be mirroring yours right across that wall."

She looked over at me "Seriously?"

I nodded.

"No, I don't believe you..." she said with a grin.

"Want me to prove it?" I challenged her.

She nodded almost instantly. "Yeah, show me right now."

I shrugged and started walking out of her bedroom. "Okay, come on."

She followed me out and right next door. As we entered into my apartment, I could sense her slow down slightly and look around as she walked behind me.

"Wow, this looks just like mine!" she exclaimed.

"Oh it does, I went into your place a few weeks back when it was empty and thought the same thing."

As she followed me into the living room, I was so scared the appearance of my living style might warrant silent judgment. Boy was I both right and wrong in my assumptions.

"Man this place is so clean!" she complimented. "Are you gay?"

I laughed "Not even close."

"Oh, good!" she said, with alarming amounts of relief in her voice.

That red flag that should have popped up in my head didn't initially, but in the following days I spent way more time than I wish to disclose thinking over those single two words and the way she said them.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not some overweight or nerdy slob, but I wasn't exactly some Don Jon type workout obsessed jock either. So, the way she seemed to be acting compared to how I had been treated by women in the past, in retrospect, really was odd to me. 

We walked into my bedroom, and I motioned to my bed, which was indeed, laid out the exact same way she had entailed I move hers.

"Wow... I don't know whether to be scared or..." she trailed off mystically.

I took a shot in the dark...

"Yeah, just think we'll be sleeping only a foot away from each other..." I said 

She laughed "Hey now, that is IF I want my bed put where I initially thought I did..."

I sighed. "Oh damn, I guess that's a good point."

She walked up to the wall and knocked on it. She turned to me, a little curious. 

"How thin are these walls?"

"Waaaay thinner then you think." I replied sheepishly

She looked at me shocked. "Really?"

I nodded "Yeah, wouldn't recommend putting your bed right against the wall... for both our sakes."

She giggled "And why might that be Mr. Wade?"

I tried to recover from the now obvious implication I had just given off.

"Uhhhhh I'm a snorer on occasion so."

She burst out laughing. "Ohhhhhh okay..."

I narrowed my eyes "Why, what were you thinking of?"

She blushed ever so slightly and just looked at me.

I also felt myself blushing as well and cleared my throat. 

"Anyway, did you still need help with your bed... seeing as I never moved it..."

She shook her head slightly as if waking up.

"Oh yeah, right..."

I smiled and followed her out and back into her own apartment. 

So I moved her bed, and we genuinely hit it off. I didn't have anything to do, so I spent the next few hours helping her unpack all of her stuff and just shooting the shit. We talked about everything from our lives up to that point, current events, and other odd and off the wall topics. She was in San Diego working as a recurring model for Playboy on a three year contract. She usually had around one photo shoot a week, so she was planning on spending a lot of time either at home or exploring the town. Seeing as I was new to the town myself I felt a similar "freshman-like" feeling as her. Time flew by, and before either of us knew it, it had been a good 7 or 8 hours, and the clock had just ticked past midnight. 

I folded together one of the final boxes in her living room, and carried it out to the hall, and added it to a large pile that had accumulated over the past couple of hours. I walked back in and caught her in her bedroom hanging up a piece of artwork across from a newly made bed. She yawned and turned to me.

"Come here, does this look aligned evenly?"

I stepped back and centered myself with the picture. 

"Yeah, looks fine."

She sighed and turned to me.

"All right good, I can barely tell I'm so tired."

I snickered once. "Yeah, I'm getting to that point myself."

She arched her back and stretched. I looked quickly at her boobs stretching upward and struggling with the shirt she was wearing. I looked around and back at her. "Well, the last box from the other room is done."

She looked over at me and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh okay, great!"

She walked up to me and hugged me. It felt odd seeing as we had only met hours earlier but with the way were getting along it really didn't seem odd enough for me to resist in any way.

"Thank you so much for helping me!" she said exasperatedly.

I smiled and returned the hug. "Yeah, no problem. Wouldn't want to make a bad first impression."

She giggled and leaned back, "Oh you certainly haven't given me a bad impression. Quite frankly I'm glad I got you and not some obsessed fan that would be listening for my every move and documenting it in some creepy notebook."

I laughed. "Trust me, the walls are so thin I don't have to listen for it if what you're doing is loud enough."

She laughed with me. "Oh okay, I guess I'll have to be quieter than I'm used to."

She leaned against the wall and shut her eyes, yawning again.

"Oh man, you have no idea how much I was dreading doing all this by myself!"

I shrugged. "Well, I'm glad I could ease the process."

She groaned "Oh you have no idea how grateful I am! I definitely owe you one!"

I smiled and thought a second, "Well, you know... you could always "accidentally" walk out into the hallway naked one of these days when I leave for work..."

She gasped and lightly pushed my shoulder. "Oh you'd like that wouldn't you?"

I nodded. "Yeah, that's kind of what I was implying."

She blushed slightly and narrowed her eyes. "Come on, you want to see me naked just go on the internet."

I sighed. "Yeah, but why run to the internet when the real thing is only a dangerously thin wall away."

She shook her head and shut her eyes. "Oh, you boys and all your penis-related hormones."

I shrugged again. "I do the best with what I was given."

She laughed once and walked over to me. She leaned up and kissed my cheek ever so briefly. 

"Thank you for your help Kevin" she said, "I think I'll be going to bed now."

I blinked a few times, taking in the moment. "Of course, I will probably do the same."

I turned and took a few steps towards the door out of her bedroom.

"Hey!" she called as I reached the doorway. 

I stopped and looked back.

"Remember whose now only a few feet away from you when you're in there." She warned, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.




She was My Neighbor



I smirked "With a neighbor like you, I doubt I'll forget."

I grabbed the pride that last comment gave me and walked calmly out of her apartment, shutting the door behind me. 

I took a step towards my own home and leaned against the wall between her door and mine. I shut my eyes and took a long breath, basking in the realization that what had happened over the last few hours was indeed not a dream, and that I now had a full blown Playboy model comfortably nestled in the apartment next to mine.

Yeah, the day I sleep with her is the day I find a cave outside my apartment and start roaming the streets as the dark knight.

I suddenly heard the clicking of a lock from the door I had just closed. I opened my eyes and looked over at it one more time before turning and stepping back into my own sweet little hacienda. 

Over the next few days we ran into each other in the hallway outside our apartments. I found out quickly that if she left the house, it would probably be around the same time I did. It did not take long for the two of us to get quite used to seeing each other around noon two to three times a week. Eventually it just got to the point where she and I would just stand there an hour before either of us needed to be anywhere and just talk about stuff and joke around. I got very comfortable around her quickly and always made quips about her being a model, as well as complimenting her on her gorgeous figure. It took about two weeks for her to invite me back to her place since I had helped her move in. It was a Sunday night. I didn't consider it a date, but she seemed a lot more nervous than before, so maybe that's what her intent was. I did my best to keep my cool once I worked that out, and eventually we both just settled down and continued on like long lost buddies. By the time I had been through about three beers (two more than I usually drink... on the weekends), I was only SLIGHTLY blinded by Sara. Somehow we had gotten into the topic of her work, which inadvertently led to the "juicy gossip" of the underworld of the modeling scene and the acting scene. Most of it bored me to hell, but out of respect for her I listened and made it seem like I wasn't fighting back flashes of a fantasy where she kneels down and has her way with my dick.

"Do you keep up with that kind of stuff?" she asked.

I looked around and pondered an answer. "Not really. If something makes enough news that it reaches multiple media outlets at the same time, I'll likely hear about it. But most things I don't really care too much about."

She nodded. "I see what you mean. I'm practically forced to keep up if I want to look somewhat decent at any party or gala event I go to. It's almost like studying for tests every month."

She leaned back and looked up at the ceiling, and took a deep sigh.

"...oh, sometimes I wish I could do what I do without having to grit my teeth and smile for some French jerk-off who controls all of my photographers..."

I nodded. "That sounds like a first world problem if I've ever heard it."

She rolled her eyes and glanced down at me. "Believe me, I wish that kissing ass and faking my emotions for bullshit celebrity stories was the last thing on my mind."

I laughed once, "I can imagine so, I would too."

She brought her head back down to be looking at me fully once again.

"Well have you heard what just happened up in good ol' Hollywood?"

I laughed again, "No, I can't say I have."

She giggled. "I thought you might say that..."

"Well, what has been rocking the hills of Hollywood recently?" I inquired.

"Oh big story just broke," she said "apparently someone got photos of Emma Stone with a mystery man in her apartment a few weeks ago. Now their trying to track him down and pester him as much as they already do her."

I nodded. "Hmmmmm, poor guy. Bet he was just a helpless cousin or something that is now being thought of as 'the new lover'."

She shrugged. "Yeah I know. And I've met Emma too, she's a nice girl. Can't believe she would be sneaking around with a new guy with her schedule."

I smirked "You famous people and your inner circles. God forbid she had a nip slip the internet would be up in flames."

She nodded. "Oh tell me about it. That's kind of why I'm glad I model nude... don't have to worry about wardrobe malfunctions or cell phone hackers much because the goods are already public."

The casual way she said those words made me a little light headed, but I quickly pushed myself back to the real world.

"Ummmm... whatever you say" I agreed, trying not to say anything I would regret. 

She could see me blush and smiled at me, scooting a bit closer. 

"Hey! Don't worry about saying anything that'll offend me. I've heard so much that from the way you act around me, I might actually enjoy hearing your honest opinion."

I leaned back and lazily crossed my arms "Well, ask away then, and... to a certain degree... I'll answer."

She raised her eyebrows "To a certain degree?"

I nodded "You'll have to get me more drunk to reach level 2 of the openness meter."

She laughed and touched my hand briefly "I'll consider it..."

I snickered and watched her analyze my face intently, thinking of something to say.

"Okay," she started, "Tell me this: have you seen pictures of me naked?"

I breathed out once. "Well, to say 'no' would be an obvious lie, so yes... yes I have."

I was a little surprised to see her blush even more. I mean, I was sure she knew what I was going to say before I said it but... I mean, it made me feel kind of good actually.

"Oh I see..." she said, smiling to me. "You like what you saw?"

I looked at her a little flustered. "Uhhhh are you asking out of curiosity or?"

She giggled and lowered her face, then gazed up at me. "Just curiosity Mr. Wade... just curiosity..."

I snickered "I see..."

She stared at me in silent anticipation. I thought about a safe yet truthful way to admit my past and her photos, some of which I had been looking at mere hours before. 

She raised an eyebrow. "Well?"

I leaned back and thought over a complimentary yet classy response, though I doubted at this point she would care how I said it as long as I said the right thing.

"You knew the answer to that before you asked the question." I said confidently.

She blushed and cocked her head. "I know, I'm messing with you."

I smirked and sighed "And yet I still tried to answer."

She started this high pitched giggling routine. 

"Yeah, but that could also be my fault."

I shrugged and shifted where I was. She waited a second then pulled her legs up under her and fully faced me. 

"Okay, so be honest. I'm really curious now and you did avoid the question quite smoothly." She looked at me like some cute little lost puppy. "Do you find me attractive?"

She had to be either drunk or just completely screwing with me. I crossed my arms and stared at her.

"You already know my answer Sara."

She blushed slightly and swayed her head back and forth. "Come on, be a big boy and say it."

I leaned back. "Okay... what straight male that isn't completely insane would not find you attractive?"

She giggled and her face was a lot more pink than I thought it would be.

"Okay..." she pushed, "your answer was a little vague. Whatever do you mean?" she blinked at me like a puppy.

I scoffed. "This is a cruel game your playing."

She shrugged quickly. "Sue me."

I sighed and looked at her. "Okay, you know why I and other men are attracted to you but I'll spell it out anyway."

She perked up and looked at me half studiously and half flirtingly.

"You are a gorgeous woman." I started. "Every single piece of your body is perfectly built on you. Your face is cute and your smile is just absolutely sexy. The way you look at people no matter what your doing is so innocent yet seductive. I think the curves on your body mingle the line between tasteful and alluring. Your boobs.." I put my hands in front of my face, holding an imaginary ball. "... are just... perfect. Your..." I said my words slowly. "...ass... mixes with your hips like a work of art. And by god... and I'm the only one who currently knows this..." I looked around her. "... the smell of vanilla and I think lavender that I can sense whenever I am around you is so... graceful and yet so simple for how great it is."

She raised her eyebrows, her first legible reaction.

"Your really judging my smell?"

I held my gaze on her. "You told me to be honest, that was what my head told me to say."

She grinned and leaned back, still somewhat studying me.

"Was there anything else?"

I shook my head. "Thats all she wrote... whoever she 'up there'," I pointed to my head, "may be."

"Wow" she comprehended my monologue for a minute, then leaned forward. 

"Kiss me."

In all honesty, I was expecting a response like that given her body language. Yet my mind was still caught off guard and I looked her oddly.

"Come again?"

She grinned. "Kiss me."

I tilted my head. 

"Ummm, why?"

What a stupid question to ask.

She leaned forward and put her hand on the back of my head.

"Just. Do it."

I sighed and brought my head to hers, letting our mouths touch. Her lips were soft and smooth against mine. Our kiss was brief, but prolonged compared to a simple pecking kind of kiss.

She pulled her head away from mine slowly.

"Wow." she said smiling, "That was nice."

I scoffed lightly. "Yeah..."

She let go of my head and leaned back to her previous sitting position. I waited for a second then looked at her puzzlingly.

"And the point of that was?"

She shrugged, "Don't know. Just felt right."

I snickered once. "Okay..."

She got up and stretched, then looked down at me.

"I'm tired. Think I'm gonna go to bed."

I stood up as well. 

"All right... what do I do?"

She looked over at me with a look like she knew something I didn't and it was just so cute how confused I was.

"Well, despite our kiss you do have your own bed." she said matter-of-factly. "If I remember correctly, it is barely a foot from mine technically."

My puzzled look didn't go away.

"Uhhhhh okay?"

She walked up and hugged me. 

"Kevin, you did nothing wrong. Quite frankly I don't know what to tell you. Just go to bed, and lets both sleep off the alcohol."

She pulled back and touched my face, then walked into the hall leading to her bedroom. I looked at the front door and back at the empty doorway she had just walked through.

"Uhhhh aren't you gonna come lock the door after me?"

She stuck her head back out and looked at me.

"Just got automatically locking locks put in yesterday, it'll do it for me."

I nodded and turned around, and started walking out.

"Oh, before I forget," she stopped me, "when was the last time you had sex?"

I turned back to her with the biggest look of "what the fuck?" I think I could muster.

"Why?" I said, staring at her like the little unsolvable rubix cube she was.

She shrugged, ignoring my look of utter confused shock.

"I don't know, curiosity."

I raised my eyebrows. "Curiosity?"

She nodded nonchalantly. 

"If you don't answer I'll be spending all night guessing."

I don't know why I said what I said next. Maybe I was so confused by her I didn't care or maybe my mental screen was temporarily knocked down.

I shrugged. "I don't know, four years."

As soon as the words left my mouth I saw her expression change again. She looked like she was fighting between feeling bad for me and being impressed with me.

She nodded, trying to hide her reaction. "Oh okay."

I blinked rapidly and mentally gave up. 

"Okay, I'm going to bed now, goodnight" I said turning towards the front door.

"Goodnight Kevin." I heard her say in a somewhat seductive voice.

I turned to see her face gone. I shook my head, walked out of her apartment (the door did lock automatically), and stopped halfway between her door and mine.

What the hell had just happened?

For the next week she greeted me in the hall as if everything was normal. Our conversations continued as they always did, much to my initial surprise. By the time the weekend came around it seemed as if she had forgotten the last night we had spent together.

Boy was that wrong on so many levels.

On Friday I got home late for the fourth time in a row that week. The shifts at the factory were really starting to take a toll on my physical energy and my sanity. My boss could sense this and luckily told me to take the next few days off before I left. Despite his ungodly policy on hours, he cared about his workers and if anyone seemed to be losing it, he cut them a break. That was what was so good about the job I suppose. People worked harder than he expected and he admired that about us. So it was only natural he keep up a solid ethical ideology. 

Nonetheless I could feel sleep slowly struggling to overcome me as I made my way up the stairs of the building towards my home. 

As I walked into the section of hall where Sara's and my own apartments were, I briefly glanced over to her door. She quickly went in and out of my mind, overcome by my growing desire to pass out. I walked into my home, threw my backpack against the wall, and slowly trudged to the safe haven of my bed. I threw off my pants, plopped down onto my mattress, and began the slow and steady trip to unconsciousness. 

It was about a minute or two after my body landed on the bed that I heard a noise through the wall.

At first I didn't ponder the noise too much. My ears might have been playing tricks on me, I don't even know what it could be.

Then it came again, and this time I could distinguish a moan.

My eyes snapped open and suddenly I had all the energy in the world. I leaned up and stared at the dark wall a foot in front of me.

After a few moments, there was another more drawn out moan.

I leaned my head close to the wall. 

"Oh god!" came a muffled pleasured cry.

My mouth opened slightly and the picture of Sara masturbating on her bed mere feet from me invaded my mind like a virus. I felt my cock start to harden, and strained to hear anything else from the goddess currently pleasuring herself right next door.

Now, despite all of my wildest recent fantasies I had had involving her, what came out of her mouth next nearly made my heart stop.

"Oh fuck! Oh Kevin!" 

My mouth dropped. I had to be hallucinating. Maybe it was my drowsy state twisting the actual words she said into ones that fit my minds desires. Nonetheless, my slowly hardening member just about sprang to attention. I stared at the wall in awe; trying to reason that I was hearing things, or the wall muffled it too much she said something else.

"Oh shit Kevin fuck me!"

Nope. I was definitely not hearing things. I sat up fully and nearly slammed the side of my face into the wall. Yeah, I was definitely hard now. Sara's moaning became more and more frequent and she was being more and more verbal in her actions.

"Oh fuck Kevin give me that cock! Yes!"

She knew the wall was thin.

"Fuck yes sweetie I want it!"

Did she know I was home?

"Fucking hell Kevin pound that cock into me!"

Did she want me to hear her?

"Oh! Oh shit Kevin I'm gonna cum for you soon!"

I was feeling lightheaded, a similar feeling to the one I had after I had my first kiss or lost my virginity. A drop dead gorgeous, Playboy model was in some way pleasuring herself less than three feet from me, saying MY name to get herself off.

My entire view of Sara changed at that point. Until now I had passed off many of her dirty, suggestive actions and comments to me as just another way of being nice, almost like she was teasing me just enough to peak my interest and cater to her whims. Man, if that had been the case I'd be insulted that she was coming onto me for her own personal gain. Now however, everything she had done over the past few weeks, and even the things she had said to me when we first met suddenly mixed together and formed a clear picture. 

Hopefully she wasn't still teasing with me.

Then I got an idea. It was a sinister idea, and if it worked... well, I couldn't even imagine fucking a girl like her, even with the moans she was yelling into the wall. Without even a second thought, I jumped out of bed and fumbled to put my pants and shoes on. 

Through the wall I could hear Sara was still as loud as ever, probably very close to making herself cum. I ignored her pleasured cries as best as possible and once fully clothed darted out of my apartment, grabbing my backpack as I went. 

When I reached the hallway outside of Sara and mines apartments, her moans had long faded, though from what I had heard she may have been having her climax as I left. I quickly and as quietly as possible shut my door and locked it, then shoved my keys into my pocket without thinking.

I stomped loudly on the floor, then shook the handle of my door a few times. 

"Oh shit..." I said worryingly, staring over at her door.

I shook the handle again, and pounded on my own door a few times before feigning a groan.

"Damn it! You have got to be kidding me!" I said louder than usual, praying she could hear my fake cries of anger.

I turned and leaned my back against my door, then laid my head back and shut my eyes. Now it was just a matter of waiting...

5 seconds passed...

Nothing...

Another 5 seconds...

Then I heard the sound of a door. 

I opened my eyes to see Sara poke her head out and look over in my direction, then focus on me and scrunch her brow.

"Kevin?"

I waved. "Hello..."

She walked out fully, exposing herself. She was wearing a pair of workout shorts that seemed like they had been put on hastily, as well as a thin grey shirt hanging off of one shoulder. I didn't see any bra straps either. She was also barefoot, and slowly padded closer to me on the tips of her toes.

"Did you lock yourself out?" she said, her eyes narrow, almost instantly seeing through my ruse.

I kept my appearance innocent and looked at her tired and disgruntled. "No keys..."

"Oh," she cocked her head and started slowly walking towards me "interesting..."

She stopped about three feet in front of me. She had a distant look in her eyes, almost as if she was staring into my soul. I stared back for a few seconds before my mind snapped back and I started a new topic.

"So, how did your shoot go?" I asked.

"Oh, it went fine, got a bunch of good shots. At least that's what the photographer told me." She said, still semi-staring into me.

I gulped as subtle as I could. "Well good, glad it went down all right."

She nodded and blinked a few times, seeming to come back to reality. "So, you don't have your key?"

I could feel the distinct shape of my set of keys in my front pocket. "Nope, guess not."

She wasn't buying it, "You're sure that's what's really going on?"

I nodded "Yeah, maybe I left them in my car."

She nodded and ever so slightly bit her lower lip. "You could have, but you were rattling on that door for a while. If they were in your car why didn't you go get them?"

Inside my brain just about exploded. Outside, I just shrugged. 

"Good point, suppose I really didn't think that over too well..."

Her expression almost too obviously changed from suspicious to oddly playful, and she smiled slightly and tilted her head. 

"Uh huh..." She said slowly walking right up to me. I looked at her with playful ignorance as she looked up and down my body, almost analyzing any weak points I may have had. 

She looked down and for a second I thought she had stopped and was glancing at my crotch. Instead, she had focused on my two pockets. I felt her hands on my upper legs suddenly, moving steadily towards the evidence that would shatter my story. 

"What are you-" I started to ask.




She was My Neighbor



"Shhhhhhhhh" she said looking at me almost hypnotically. 

Without a word she reached into both my pockets, and her hands grasped around my keys.

She gasped. "Well... what have we here?"

I opened my mouth but her other hand came up and a finger was placed over it. 

"I told you, shhhhhhh" she said somewhat irritated as her other hand brought the keys up to my face. She looked at them, then glanced back at me. She slowly found the key to my apartment and slid it off, staring at me the entire time like a mother who found her son stealing cake from the fridge. She looked over to the derelict laundry chute in between our apartments, an amenity no one in the building had used for years, then back at me with a new expression... a somewhat mischievous one. 

Without even looking she tossed my only key into my apartment over and down into the dark, empty abyss.

"Ooops" she said innocently, "I guess you really don't have your key..."

My mouth was open, and I was staring at her like a deer in the headlights. She had broken my lie and had a very clear image of what was going on. Her reaction was as one might anticipate it be given the build up and obvious tension between us, but still caught me off guard. 

"...And it's far too late at night to make poor old Mr. Jones come up here and let you in..." she continued innocently.

I was absolutely speechless. Despite us becoming close over the past few weeks, Sara had never acted like this around me, not even when we were drunk off our asses.

"And I couldn't live with myself if I let my next door neighbor sit out here all night long..." she trailed off, "I guess I'll just HAVE to take you in until the morning..."

Her hands had been on my hips, but she took them off and started sauntering towards her open door.

"Uhhh S-Sure.... I-If that's allright" I said as she gazed at me.

She smiled and leaned on the wall near the apartment I knew I would be going into one way or the other. 

"Oh I insist..." she said, beckoning me with a single finger and walking into her apartment. 

I looked around and blinked a few times, then grabbed my previously forgotten daypack and followed her.

As I entered into her apartment the classic waft of vanilla and lavender that she loved so much hit me like a ton of bricks. I stopped for a second to look at all of the things I had seen already tens of times, then realized I what was going on and looked passed the kitchen into her living space. 

She was standing with her back to me in the center of her living room, doing something out of sight. As I walked closer, I couldn't help but stare at her ass, almost angelically formed against the fabric of her pants. As I got lost drinking in the sight of her, she turned her head back, and her smile seemed to widen when she caught me. I quickly glanced up and did the best I could to play it off. 

It didn't work, and she giggled and tilted her head slightly at me.

"Its okay... you can look..." she said with a cute, somewhat inviting tone of voice.

I took the opportunity and gazed over the entirety of her body. I could tell she was enjoying it, and watched her sway her ass as she walked to her velvet red couch. She turned and faced me, and crossed her arms, leaning back against the couch.

"So whats been going on Kevin?" she asked

I shrugged and smiled. "I don't know Sara, you tell me."

She narrowed her eyes. "Well you've been a little confused lately around me. I mean, after the other night I can see why. But now here you are locked out at 1:30 in the morning, even though I could have SWORN I heard you walk in, AND it turns out you weren't really locked out at all..."

I shrugged, "Well you were the one who just threw away my keys."

She smiled and took a step toward me.

"Is that it? The fact that you were even outside feigning an unfortunate event is a little odd isn't it. There's nothing bothering you is there?"

She had me. I knew it, she knew it, but I was so keen on teasing as much of it out of her as I could it was impossible not to maintain the ruse.

"No, I don't think so. Why?" I asked

She took another step. "Oh I don't know, I wasn't keeping you up with any noises was I?"

I shrugged. "Nope, not that I can recall..."

Another step.

"Really? Cause there is this one thing I've been doing at the same time every night for the past few weeks..."

Weeks? She had masturbating to me for a couple of weeks?

"Oh... well what might that be?" I asked nonchalantly.

She giggled and took a final step until she was a foot away from me. "You don't know?"

I shrugged and looked at her as calmly and as coolly as possible. 

"No idea..."

She continued staring at me. "You're a good actor Kevin, I'll give you that. But there is no way a person in your position would be taking the clues I'm giving you and acting the way you are now."

I looked at her powerfully, almost arrogantly. "Guess I'm abnormal then..."

She smiled coyly and took a step back. "I guess so..."

It was silent for a moment, we stared at each, mentally daring the other to make another move. It was like a complicated game of sexual mind chess. I couldn't tell if she had me in check or I her. 

Whatever the case was, she decided to take a turn.

"Well, do you want to know what I was doing?" she asked, staring me down, begging me to answer.

I shrugged "Sure, if you REALLY want to tell me."

I saw a gleam in her eye, and her smile grew, "I really do..." She took my hand, much to my apparent surprise.

"I was masturbating." She said almost too simply.

I was a little shocked by her crassness. "Uhhhh what?"

"You heard exactly what I said Kevin Wade and you know it..." she said, a nasty smirk on her face.

I took the news as innocently as I imagined myself doing had I not already known exactly what she told me.

"Well... okay"

She took my other hand, and looked up at me "And I was thinking about you."

Again, I already knew that. But I put on a flattered and embarrassed look. 

"Really?" I said.

She nodded, and pulled me back until I was pushing her into the couch. 

"But you already knew that." She said matter-of-factly.

I nodded "Well... yeah..."

She put on a cute face and kept holding our hands together. 

"And you know the real reason you made me stop these past few nights..."

I looked at her puzzled. "You... never finished?"

"Nope, and it was so good too, I felt great." She purred into my ear.

I smirked. "Well, I'm sorry I deprived you of your pleasure Sara."

She laughed once. "Oh, I'm sure you can find some way to repay me, after all..." she let go of one of my hands and ran a finger over the pelvic region of my pants. "... you told me you've gone four years without sex... you weren't lying then were you?"

The sultry smooth way her words glided to my ear blinded me to all else, and I couldn't help but break under her mental vice.

"Actually... it's been around five..." I said quietly, basking in the feeling of her single finger making me hard as a rock in my pants.

She gasped and looked at me with mock disapproval. "Oh Kevin... you poor... little thing..."

I felt her boobs press tighter against my chest, and her arm reach around my back and pull me closer to her. My face and lips were mere centimeters from hers. 

"Well," she continued, "the real reason I stopped is because I didn't want to give you TOO much of a show to listen to. I needed to be sure that when an opportunity like tonight popped up, you would be just perfect."

I breathed out hard and looked back down at her sweet, loving face staring back at me.

"That's a little manipulative wouldn't you say?" I shot down to her.

She smiled knowingly, "Oh, I think you're going to find out how manipulative I can be when I need someone Kevin. I'm almost like a predator..." she ran her fingers up my chest, "stalking my prey, making him suffer, and then I take him back to my nest and eat him."

This was a fun game, I had to admit. I was playing the role of defenseless schoolboy and she was almost like, as she said, some kind of predatory animal. I normally wasn't the submissive one in a relationship, but her little "have you in my grip" act was really turning me on. And after years without sex of any kind, getting into the pants of a girl like Sara Underwood was well worth the momentary lapse in testosterone. I did however, want to show that the side I was showing wasn't my only one.

"You seem quite eager to be the predator in a relationship Sara." I said confidently.

She breathed out heavily onto me, almost turned on by my words. 

"Oh I love it, having a cute..." she ran her hands over my face and through my hair "and innocent man that I can twist and bend until he's mine."

She twisted around and nestled herself in my arms, wrapping them over her and resting herself in my shadow. 

"And then, after I've caught him, he can hold me..." she swayed back and forth in my arms "...protect me... nurture me..." she leaned up and put her head side by side with mine "...make love to me."

I scoffed slightly and kept my eyes forward. "You seem to have this all figured out."

She unwrapped herself from me and stood back in front of me, hands interlaced with mine.

"I had a few weeks to think it up." She said grinning at me.

"Well," I said looking at her with new vigor "I think you'll find some guys can turn a little predatorial themselves when they've got a sweet loving girl to protect and nurture."

That seemed to ignite something inside of her, because at that moment, it was if I had just made her day. She pulled me to her, ground her body against mine, and looked up at me like I could have just taken her right then and there.

"So Kevin, got a little predator in you?" she asked sultrily.

At that moment, the best idea popped into my head. 

I leaned forward until our lips were inches from each other.

"Woof. Woof." 

She brought her lips forward and met mine. In an instant I felt all of the tension and build up between the two of us start to ooze out of us as we began exploring each other. She put her hands on my cheeks, holding my face to hers. I put my arms on her waist and pulled my body against hers. She immediately responded by grinding into me once and wrapping her legs around my waist. I continued to kiss and nibble at her lips, then picked her up and held her in my arms. She clung to me with her legs and wrapped her arms around my neck. I started walking towards the path I knew led to her bedroom. 

As I carried her into the darkened hall, I stopped and pinned her against the wall to focus another attack on her neck. She took the opportunity and lifted her thin shirt off. 

She was, as I had previously thought, not wearing a bra.

I stared at her beautiful perky breasts that I had seen pictures of so many times, but now had right in front of me. It was almost surreal. 

She sensed my approval and smiled at me. She held tight to my neck.

"Do you like them?"

I looked up at her, and kissed her briefly. "I guess things really do look better in real life then in the pictures..."

She giggled. "I thought that was usually the other way around...."

I looked at her again. "Not tonight" and ran my lips across the peaks of her tits, generously licking each nipple as they grazed my mouth. Sara leaned her head against the wall and moaned slightly as I worked on her cleavage. 

"Oh my god" she said quietly "it's been so long since they've been treated this nice."

I leaned up and kissed her neck. "Well, I'm glad to be the giving them treatment."

She giggled and we continued to kiss. I pulled her back from the wall and kept walking into her bedroom, which was emitting a small glow into the hall. 

As we walked in I felt her start to pull off my shirt. I raised my arms and helped her, then set her down onto the bed. She continued to kiss me and undid my pants, then pulled me on top of her. 

"Oh god Kevin!" she squealed as I started working my way down her body, planting kisses and small licks on every inch of skin I found.

I slowly travelled past her tight stomach, kissing it and inhaling her slight sexy musk as I got closer to her pelvis. As I reached her waistline, I felt her hands grazing over my head and running through my hair. I kissed her thin pants over her pussy and slowly slid them down out of my way. I felt her legs rise and pulled them all the way off. She was, of course, not wearing panties, and the same gorgeous, shaven vagina I had seen in pictures was now right in front of me. And I wasn't going to waste the opportunity. I kissed her upper thighs and just above her slit, making her tighten her grip on my head.

"Oh shit Kevin," she breathed "this is so much better than just laying her every night thinking about you..."

I looked up at her. "Funny, I was just thinking the exact same thing..."

She grinned at me. "I wouldn't be surprised sweetie, now make me cum for you..."

"My pleasure..." I said before dropping back to her sweet, slightly damp clit. 

I started a few light licks and frolics across and up her slit, making her shudder and groan out while squeezing my head. I moved down and started gently working my tongue into her pussy, letting it glide past her lips and spread them open. I thrusted my tongue around the edges of her chamber, then pulled it out and twisted it to the side, going in and out of her at a steady pace. I looked up to see her eyes staring down at me in pure ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around my back and locked my head in place, continuing to coo and moan her pleasurable approval.

"Oh fuck... yes... yes... right there Kevin... right there" she whined as I teased her clit.

I placed my lips at the top of her slit and kissed as hard as possible, sucking up the small amount of juice she had been leaking out onto my face. I took another few quick licks and continued my job of pushing her lips open with my tongue, making her get a little louder. I felt her body twitch and shiver a little more as I quickened my pace.

"Holy shit! Fuck!" she groaned through gritted teeth "God your pretty damn good at that Kevin. What have you been doing these last five years?"

I looked up at her "Studying..." 

She smiled and bit her lower lip. "Well, maybe you need to show me more of your hard work..."

I leaned back down and gave her now swollen clit a few more teasing licks, then fought her hands and brought my face back up to hers.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

I smiled and placed my hand over her pussy, slowly rubbing. 

"Finishing the job..."

She almost jumped as I touched her, and I felt her cling to me more as I rubbed her up and down at an almost easy pace. She kept our foreheads locked together and shut her eyes, breathing hard against my lips. 

"Oh god! Kevin how are you doing this?" she asked astounded.

At this point everything I did I couldn't even justify. Whatever I was doing seemed to be working like a charm to her, and I wasn't about to stop by saying I was just thinking it up as I went along.

"Magic Sara.... Pure and simple magic" I whispered to her.

She shuddered again. "Must be... because I have never had a guy do this to me as well as you..."

That ignited some serious self esteem, and my confidence shot through the roof.

I readjusted my grip on her, then slowly ran my fingers up into her. She gasped and I felt another full body shiver as I got deeper and deeper.

"What's the matter?" I teased "It cold in here or what?" 

She moaned louder and I felt a huge smile cross her face. "I'm about to cum that's what."

I felt my fingers speed up slightly almost by themselves. I leaned down and kissed her neck, and felt her press into me more.

"Oh fuck yes! Sweetie I'm gonna cum!" Sara moaned to me.

I worked my lips up the side of her face and quickened the pace of which I was fingering her. I could feel and hear her juices flowing around my fingers, keeping the passage in and out of her slick and smooth.

"God you're so beautiful I can't believe this is happening..." I whispered into her ear.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, almost like a lost child that had just found her mother or father.

"I can't believe it either..." 

I leaned down and kissed her, holding my lips against hers as her body began bucking and writhing with greater intensity beneath me. I pulled away and her moans filled the air.

"Oh fuck Kevin I'm about to cum! Keep going sweetie please!"

I kept going all right. As her face gave away the signs of her approaching the peak of her orgasm, I leaned down and suckled on her left boob, grazing my tongue around and over her nipple. 

"Oh fuck yes! Fuck Kevin I'm cumming!" she yelled out as her body bucked again and again underneath me. 

Her juices came flowing out onto and over my fingers, sliding down my hand and onto her perfectly smooth upper legs. I kept my mouth latched onto her tit the entire time. She pulled and tugged my hair, holding on for dear life as she came all over my fingers. 

"Ohhhhh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" she yelled as her orgasm continued to consume her.

I could feel her chest heaving below me, and her legs were so tightly clung to me I had her lifted off the bed slightly, giving her more room to writhe uncontrollably in my arms.

As she calmed down, I gracefully set her down and took my mouth off her boob, then moved to the right one and suckled on it, staring up at her gorgeous flushed face. She opened her eyes and glanced down at me with the cutest smile I had ever seen. I pulled my head off of her breast and leaned up to kiss her. She happily returned it and wrapped her arms around my waist.

I pulled back and smiled down at her. "You seemed to enjoy that..."

She tilted her head. "Well, you did interrupt me the last few times I tried to do it by myself..."

I snickered "I'm sorry, did I give you blue balls?"

She giggled back at me. "Yeah, and unlike with you men I can't just jerk off for five minutes and get rid of it."

I raised an eyebrow "Oh really?"

She scoffed "Yes really, I bet I could get you to cum in half the time it took you to make me."

I looked down at her unbelieving, even though my mind told me she was probably right. 

"Oh you think so?" I leaned down and kissed her "Is that a challenge?"

She grinned at me almost seductively and glanced down at my hard member still trapped in my underwear.

"Depends... you wanna make bets?" she asked sinisterly.

I returned the maniacal smile. "Sure. What did you have in mind?"

She pursed her lips and looked around, scanning the dim room for something. I watched her intently. She stopped as she glanced into her open closet, then licked her upper lip and looked back at me.

"All right, how about this: You remember that galleria opening I'm attending next month?"

I thought back in haste to our previous conversations and remembered her snide remarks about how I should escort her.

"Yeah, are you saying my reward is to wait a month then go with you to an event?"

She laughed and held my cheek. "No... although I'll keep that idea in mind."

I just rolled my eyes.

"No," she said again, "What I was thinking was, if you win then you get a sneak peak at the dress I'm thinking of wearing to it." I pondered the thought "But I haven't seen that dress, so how do I know it'll be worth the effort?"

She giggled and kissed my nose "Trust me Kevin, from the way you looked at me the other day, I'm sure you'll love it..."

I nodded "And if I lose?"

She looked around again and clicked her tongue a few times, then turned to me again with an almost evil smile. 

"If you lose, then you have to watch me do my entire thirty minute naked yoga routine..." she leaned closer "and you can't touch yourself..."

I scoffed and sucked my teeth. 

"Really?"




She was My Neighbor



She nodded. "Yep. If you can't last watching me, then you obviously need some training holding it in don't you?"

I narrowed my eyes and struggled not to return the sweet innocent smile she threw at me. She leaned even closer and whispered in my ear.

"Plus from the way you've been acting tonight I think it would just be absolute torture for you."

I turned my head slightly to her, and brought her head back below mine.

"Fine. You've got a deal." I said, leaning down and kissing her lips firmly.

She blushed slightly as I leaned back 

"Well Kevin, if you're ready then flip over." She said daringly.

I laughed and rolled over onto my back, pulling her over and on top of me. Sara straddled me and leaned down until her entire upper body was against mine. I could feel her bare pussy resting on the heap of my erection in my underwear. She kissed me passionately and slowly ran her pussy back and forth across my covered length. I let out a hard breath and saw her look down and smile.

"Oh sweetie your cock just twitched just from my touch... and I can already see your struggling to just..." she ran her hand over my length "keep yourself from exploding already."

My only response was another long breath. She slowly pulled down my boxers, letting my rock hard cock spring out in front of her. She didn't even touch it at first, but stared at it almost studiously, as if she was analyzing it, looking for weak points and advantages. She looked up at me and smiled devilishly.

"Oh I'm gonna have some fun with you." She taunted.

"Do your worst you beautiful b-" I cut myself off

Her eyes widened and I felt her hand grab my cock hard, squeezing ever so forcefully. She crawled forward until her face was above mine. 

"What were you about to say?" she said with narrow, erotically cruel eyes.

I swallowed and stared straight forward, avoiding her piercing glare.

"N-Nothing..." I said

She darted her head in front of mine and tilted it slightly, catching me in an almost hypnotic stare.

"What were you gonna call me?" she asked.

I shook my head slightly and held my ground as best as one could.

She slowly started stroking my cock, instantly distracting me with a huge volt of adrenaline and bliss.

"Go on... say it..." she dared "I'm already going to punish you for it, so you might as well just satisfy yourself and say it..."

I was having a serious mental duel with myself over giving in, mixed with the huge signals by crotch were flooding my brain with. This woman really was going to make me cum before she had. I had forced her hand and we both knew it.

She kept staring at me with the slight tilt and stroked me faster, running her palm over the head and sending another huge wave of heaven through me. 

"You..." I said partially in regretful anger.

She got closer. "Go on say it... say it!"

I shut my eyes and kissed goodbye any chances of winning the bet.

"You.... Bitch."

I held my eyes closed, partially afraid to open them. When I finally did, she was staring back at me with that classic evil grin I had already seen a few times that night. Only this time, its appearance legitimately scared me. 

She took her hand off my cock and slowly licked the pre-cum that had oozed onto it. She was staring at me the whole time.

"Kevin Wade... I hope your ready..." she growled huskily.

Before I could even think of a response she pushed my head back onto the bed and pinned both my arms at my sides. She slammed her body on top of mine as hard as she could, and I felt my cock laying against her somewhat throbbing slit. She brought her face less than an inch from mine and slowly began moving her waist up and down, rubbing the length of my cock with the delicate lips of her pussy.

The feeling that shot up from my pelvic region was something I had never come close to feeling. It was like a shot of ten orgasms that only last a second then disappeared. I almost yelled out but all that came was a throaty groan. As I emitted my struggled whine of control I felt her lower lip graze across mine, which added to the extreme teasing she was currently giving me. She ran her pussy up and down my cock a few more times, bringing back the same feeling except it last maybe half a second longer. My eyes were so tightly shut you couldn't pry them open with a crowbar. As the second wave came down I opened my eyes to see her staring down at me, with a look of absolute revel in the dominance she currently held over me. 

"You are a bitch" I rasped.

She grinned down at me. "I am..." she ran her pussy over me again, "But I'm the bitch that's gonna make you cum for her so bad you'll barely be able to walk let alone even think about fucking..."

Her taunt, as well as the third wave of bliss that passed over me, made my pelvis buck and my arms struggle against her surprisingly iron grip. She leaned down and kissed my cheek ever so gently.

"Oh Kevin you're really losing it. Maybe if I work hard enough I can make you addicted to me..." 

She ran her pussy up and down again. This time the wave of bliss seemed to last a good few seconds, though through it all I could somehow tell I hadn't came. She giggled somewhat maniacally as I bucked into her again. 

"Mhhhmmmm I think you already are addicted to me..." she teased

Another wave. I couldn't even feel her pussy against my cock at this point, I was certain it was going numb. 

"Ohhhhhh your gonna have so much cum for me won't you baby?" she said through gritted teeth

Another wave. This one lasted a good three or four seconds, yet I still hadn't cum. My ears were ringing, and at that point, so many images of her were in my brain already I wasn't even worried about my eyes not opening.

"After all these years of build up and now my soaking wet pussy begging you for it..."

Another wave. I could feel my legs shaking and my chest was struggling for air. 

"You've wanted to fuck me since we first met haven't you sweetie?" she pouted.

Another wave. I was putting more focus on staying conscious than holding my orgasm in at this point. I nodded as fast as possible.

"And you've given so much cum just from thinking about me haven't you?" 

I kept nodding and kept bucking upwards, the break time between the orgasmic waves becoming shorter and shorter. 

"And I'm just so flattered that you think so highly of me Kevin, I just wish I had been there to take every single load you shot out for me..."

I grunted out again as another wave came over me. I wasn't even sure she was doing anything anymore but I didn't care.

"But I am here now... and I want to make up for all that cum I know you worked so hard to make just for me..."

I didn't even know where I was. All I could see was her, and all I could think about was holding back as hard as possible. I needed to cum for her more than I had ever needed to cum for anyone in my life, but somehow I still had small confidence if I had held up this long after so many years I might be able to hold off a little longer.

"Because I know you care about me too much to not give me the best load of cum I know I'll ever get..."

Only a few more seconds and I would be gone. Suddenly I felt a new warmth wrap around my cock. Yet I could still feel her hot breath rolling across my face. 

She... was fucking me!?!?

"But you and I both know why the cum you're about to make for me is the best..."

I could feel my balls tightening, my shaft pulsing inside of her, oozing out all of the tension and build up I had felt for so many years.

"You don't just like me, you don't just lust for me, you care for me and only want the best for me..."

As I reached the peak of the heaven I was in and looked over the edge, I felt her head become parallel to mine and snapped my eyes open. She was slowly grinding on top of me, churning my cock around the inside of her pussy chambers. She stared at me with a passionate, sweet smile.

"Do you want only your best cum for me Kevin?" she asked tenderly, egging the answer into me and daring me to spit it back out.

"Y-yes..." I croaked out. 

The happiness that spread across her face was so mesmerizing I wish I could have leaned up and kissed her. Instead, she brought her face to mine and ground my cock to the tip of her womb.

"Then show me... fill me with your cum sweetie." She grunted through gritted teeth.

The next twenty seconds of my life were the best I had ever had. I felt my balls tense up and my shaft harden inside of her. Waves of orgasm hit me like walls of bricks, making me buck and thrust into Sara's sweet pussy with every pulse. My cock exploded in her womb, spraying her walls with my fluid.

She moaned out as I unloaded my need and everything I could into her, staring me down.

"Oh yes! Yell my name Kevin! Yell to me as you fill me with your hot cum!" she begged.

I felt another round of cum shoot into her and stared her in the eye. 

"Sara! Goddamn you Sara!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

She grinned and brought her lips to mine, absorbing my yells and groans as the biggest load of cum I had ever produced finished painting the walls of her vagina. 

As the bliss and mountain of pleasure finally subsided, I felt the energy I had expunged trying to break free from her grip fall onto me like a wall of bricks. She was still kissing me, and finally let go of my arms. I didn't even have the energy to move them, and simply remained splayed out below her, practically about to pass out.

She brought her lips off of mine and looked down at me. I could feel my eyes fighting to stay open, but I could still barely see a satisfied and prideful smile. I tried to speak but she put a finger to my mouth.

"Shhhhhhh don't say anything my baby..." 

She brought her head down to mine laid it on my shoulder, softly kissing my cheek.

"Just rest..." she whispered "you've got work to do when you wake up..."

I felt her hands running up and down my chest, and her pussy still clamped around my sensitive and somewhat numb member.

"Good boy..." she said softly

I felt my breathing finally slow, and the world around me fade to black...

I opened my eyes and the first thing I felt was... slight confusion. 

My head was churning slightly, almost as if I had just slept for days. I looked around. Sara was not in the room, but the lights were still on, and it was still dark outside. I was legitimately worried about how long I had been out. 

I blinked a few times and sat up. I glanced at the clock. It was 3:45, yet I felt surprisingly awake and somewhat energized. My throat however, felt like I had just been through a serious cold. I cleared my throat a few times and made a few slight grunts to attempt to regain my voice. 

Well fuck... her little routine had left me weathered all right.

I sat up and glanced around more. Suddenly, Sara's face popped out from the closet. 

"Oh! You're awake!" she said with a grin.

I scoffed happily "What... what part of heaven did you say you fell from again?"

I could see her face turn red even from the distance I was at and she giggled.

"You enjoy that sweetie?"

I snickered and her face disappeared into the closet again.

"It is very hard to find words... to describe how I am feeling right now."

I heard her laugh again.

"Why thank you, I haven't done anything like that in a while."

I sat up and propped myself against the headboard of the bed, looking over at the closet. All was quiet for a while.

"So, have enough energy for any more?" she called out.

"I sure hope so..." I replied glancing down at my flaccid member. 

I climbed off the bed and started looking around for my boxers, though if my memory was intact I had a feeling I wouldn't be needing them long. I nonetheless felt odd walking around completely naked, so once I spotted them idly laying on the floor I quickly put them on. 

As I looked up, I saw her standing in the doorway of the closet, as naked as earlier, looking at me with her classic cute grin.

"Now what do you think you're doing?" she asked with a questioning grin.

She tilted her head and walked up to me.

"Oh," I said somewhat sheepishly, "I was just uhhhh-"

"Just what?" she replied as her hands wrapped around my waist and her head came up to mine.

"I... ummmm... Y-you know..." I blinked rapidly, failing to avoid her piercingly sexy gaze.

"You... were putting him away?" she pouted, putting her hands on my waistband and sliding it back and forth.

I snickered and leaned against the wall. "Oh, well see the thing about that is-"

"You know," she said, glancing down at the semi-hard bulge forming in my underwear, "after what we just did, you know I'm just gonna take these off in a few minutes anyway."

I felt her hands sliding my underwear down slowly.

"Well, I don't usually walk around naked Sara, even around women." I informed her.

She bit her lower lip. "Really?"

I nodded. 

She took her hands off of my waist and wrapped them around my neck. 

"You know Kevin, I can tell when someone isn't comfortable with their sexuality."

I smiled down at her. "Can you?"

She nodded and kissed my neck. "And from what I've seen, you fit into that category perfectly."

I raised my eyebrows. "Oh really? You know if you hadn't just given me the best orgasm I've had in years I would take insult to that."

She looked up at me. "Well I can imagine why. But you were so good to me I KNOW you can put out."

I scoffed. "I fingered you and you took it from there, whoop de doo."

She laughed once and brought her face inches from mine. "Yeah, but what I may not have said was you gave me the best orgasm I've had in years too."

She brought her lips to mine and held them there for a few seconds, then pulled away. 

"I mean look at me." She stepped back, and twirled in place in front of me. I took in her beautiful body spinning in front of me. It was like a little piece of heaven decided to come down and do a ballerina dance. "I am comfortable being naked. I don't have a problem with it."

I laughed and leaned against the wall, watching her stop and stare at me. 

"A playboy model telling me she's comfortable being nude, what a shock."

She grinned and just looked at me.

"So? Just because I model doesn't mean I shouldn't be comfortable walking around my own house naked."

I bit my lip. "You walk around naked?"

She nodded. "You don't?"

I shrugged. "I mean occasionally, but that's by myself."

She walked up to me and held my hands. "Well then, maybe you need to learn how to walk around naked with someone in the house."

I sighed and leaned my head back. "Is it really that important?"

She brought my head back down. "It is everything when it comes to sex sweetie."

I sighed and stared down at her. "So, you're saying?"

She leaned up close to me again. "Look, after what you pulled off I doubt I'll be able to keep my hands off you..."

She kissed me quickly and looked down at my crotch. 

"And you wouldn't deny me of another shot at this guy would you?"

I narrowed my eyes and studied her. "From the way you've been acting all night I doubt I could stop you even if I wanted to..."

She smiled. "I told you I'm a predator when it comes to the first time... So," she slowly continued the task of sliding my underwear down, "why not explore some new ground?"

I continued staring at her hazily. She bit her lower lip and slid down my underwear all the way. I felt a new rush of air. She just continued to look back at me. She kneeled down and brought them to my ankles. She looked up at me pouting.

I sighed and lifted my legs. I felt her slide my underwear around my feet. She threw them behind her and leaned back up, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"See, isn't that so much better?" she cooed to me.

I snickered, "Yeah, I suppose it is."

She gave me another extended kiss, then let go of me and stepped back.

"Now, you get your ass back to that bed!" she said as she walked backwards towards the closet, "I'll be right back with your reward."

I laughed and turned back to the bed, looking down at myself briefly. I shrugged and walked over to the edge, then sat down. I looked at the time again. I had never purposely been up this late in a long time. It felt good, but at the same time I knew I would be feeling it in the morning. Or afternoon, depending on the amount of sleeping in Sara was planning. I looked over to my pants lying derelict next to me. I reached over and pulled my phone out of one of the pockets. 

Nothing

I sat back and looked around Sara's room. I had seen it before, and because it mirrored mine I felt strangely at home. Or maybe that was because my real home was about two feet away behind a thin-ass wall. 

I sighed again and looked over at her bedside table. Should I? Am I really that bored waiting for the girl I am about to start another round of sex with? 

No. 

No I am not. I leaned back and sat my head against the wall... then looked back at the table. I sucked my teeth. Why was this an issue? Just wait, that's all it takes. Patience.

I clapped my hands together, then looked back at the bedside table.

...Patience

...Patience...

...Patience...

What the hell was taking her so long? 

I leaned back up and moved my legs to the edge of the bed. I looked up at the closet, then back at the bedside table. I leaned over and slowly slid it open. The first thing I saw... shocked and impressed me. 

She kept a .38 caliber revolver next to her! 

Now, I am certainly not an anti-gun person. Even in San Diego, I had managed to get a simple 9mm handgun in my own bedside table for possible break-ins. But holy shit! I would never have imagined someone like Sara Underwood would go for that type thing. 

And goddamn was it a turn on. I continued opening the drawer, and the next thing I saw nearly made me fall off the bed.

The only other occupant of the drawer was a slim, ocean blue dildo. 

I blinked a few times then slowly slid the drawer shut. I breathed out a few times and turned back to the closet... to find Sara staring right back at me, only her head in view.

She had a mischievous look on her face, and was staring at me, twirling a lock of hair. 

"Was someone poking around where they weren't supposed to be?"

I flew back against the wall and stared at her. 

"Uhmmmm... well..." I stuttered.

She grinned and pouted at me. "Yeah?"

"I was bored, and there was nothing to do on my phone." I whined.

Her grin widened. "Like what you see in there?"

I gulped "The pistol or the toy? I can understand the toy but... I never saw you a gun person, especially seeing as the process to get one in this city is long and tedious."

I could see her move as if she was shrugging, though her head remained the only thing in sight.

"It makes me feel safer at night, does it scare you?"

I smiled. "That you have a gun? I got one next to me when I sleep, if anything it kind of turns me on..."

She blushed and narrowed her eyes. "Really?"

I nodded matter-of-factly. "Actually, seeing the fact you keep self-defense and self-pleasure in the same area is kind of a turn-on."

She kept her smile and winked at me. 

"Well, you hold still and I'll be riiighhht out." 

With that, she disappeared back behind the wall. 

I leaned back against the headboard of the bed and had a mock huddle with myself. In a moment, she was going to come back out, probably looking so hot I'll barely be able to hold myself in, but I have to remain confident. I can and I am a dominator, and she wants that. She's had her fun, now it's my turn.

Before I could continue my little pep talk, she stepped out. She was not kidding when she said I would love the dress she had picked out as my reward. It had to have started out as a long sweater and just morphed into the sexy yet classy piece I was now viewing. It clung to her like a magnet; stopping at the upper thigh and hanging off her left shoulder, making one sleeve hang lower than the other. To add to that she had found black high heeled boots that wrapped her legs up to the lower thigh, leaving only a few inches of open skin between them and the bottom of the dress. 




She was My Neighbor



She did a full sexy twirl in front of me and I felt my cock spring to full battle readiness. She blushed and looked down at it, then back at my face with a seductive purse in her lips. 

"You like it?" she asked.

I couldn't even find words to respond. I was restraining so hard to just leap at her and just fuck the living shit out of her on the floor.

"Words cannot describe" I said slowly "what I am looking at."

I leaned up and sat on the edge of the bed with my legs crossed, studying every inch of her body and the absolutely stunning clothes she was wearing. 

"Its like..." I searched for words, "the best fantasy I could ever imagine is right in front of me. An angel in her prime."

She blushed harder then I had seen up to now in our little friendship we had. She lowered her head humbly. 

"Kevin," she said softly "I have never had anyone say something like that to me."

She looked up, and her expression was different. It wasn't blind lust, or seductive pleasure, or anything like how she had been looking at me the whole night (and/or morning). She smiled at me with warmth and sincerity, like I had genuinely given her the best compliment she had ever heard. What made it even better was this was a girl who was used to being immensely complimented on her appearance. She heard things of that sort probably close to everyday. And yet, the way she looked at me told me my simple yet endearing compliment was one she would probably never forget.

"Thank you." She said as she smiled at me.

I returned the genuine smile she was giving me. "You're welcome."

She seemed to think for a moment, then her smile widened back into the seductress grin I recognized. She sauntered up to me. 

"Come here." She stated, putting her hands out.

I grabbed her hands and got up. She stepped forward and stood under me, staring up at my eyes. 

"Now," she stared lovingly into me, "you're going to take that cock," she motioned to my fully erect member pointing up at her stomach, "and you're going to show my pussy who its new owner is, okay?" 

She was adamant in her words. They were goddamn orders. She didn't even let me respond.

"And then," she started swaying left to right "when you're done making love to me, and I'm absolutely filled with your cum, you're going to hold me in your arms," she brought me into a hug, acting out her plans, "and you're going to spend the rest of the night with me in my bed." She pulled back and kissed me. "And when we wake up, we're going to spend the whole day doing exactly this, fucking like the animalistic lovers we are..."

My grin was ear to ear. She leaned up and kissed me again, then pulled back and waited for a response this time.

"See, my only issue is," I said inquisitively, "That if you want someone to own your pussy, you don't tell them what will happen." I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "You beg for it."

I leaned back and mentally dared her to make a move. She smiled innocently, then let go of me and crawled past me onto the bed. I turned to face her. She laid back and splayed her arms out.

"Kevin..." she said in a high pitched, somewhat weak voice, "your little girl wants her mans cock. Can she please have it?"

I smirked and climbed forward. I slowly slid over her and held her arms down, positioning myself over her.

"Where do you want my cock baby?" I growled.

I began gently hiking up the bottom of her dress until it was at her waist, her beautiful pussy fully exposed to me. 

She gulped, "Inside my pussy, please?"

I slid my length forward until the tip was barely touching the lips of her womb. She jumped slightly at the touch. 

"I'm sorry Sara, I don't think I heard you..." I teased, holding my cock at her opening. "Where do you want it?"

She pouted and begged. "Inside of me Kevin please!"

I cocked my head and glared at her, slowly sliding my tip around her lips in a circling motion. "And what do you want me to do with it?"

She took a few quick breaths and pushed against me, stretching her waist towards me as best she could as she fought to wrap her pussy around me.

"I need... I need you to fuck me!" she said exasperatedly.

I started to smile and got closer to her face, keeping her pinned to the bed. "Do you want that Sara? What about my cum, do you want that too?"

She nodded quickly. "I really want your cum sweetie please!"

I felt so powerful. A power I could tell she liked too and one that I hadn't felt in so long. I edged my cock ever so slightly into her. 

"I don't know if I believe you..." I teased.

She stiffened up and stared at me pleadingly. "Please fuck me with your big cock Kevin I need your cum so badly!"

I cocked my head at her, and looked at her almost like a student studying a book. "I don't know if you deserve my cum now do I?"

She bucked once and struggled against my grip. "But... but I put on this dress! And these boots! I knew you would like them! That they would turn you on!"

I snickered. "Oh I do like them Sara, you look so good in them. You're so perfectly fuckable."

Her breathing quickened and she strained to get my cock inside of her. I bolted down and put my face an inch from hers.

"But I need to know whose pussy this is... who owns it..." I growled to her.

"It's yours! It's your pussy!" she said through gritted teeth.

I slid in another centimeter.

"I own it?" I asked.

"You own every fucking inch of me Kevin!" she yelled.

"Every inch?" I teased again, sliding my cock up and down the slit of her pussy.

She nodded furiously. "You own me! All of me! Please Kevin take me!" 

I thrusted into her with everything I had, shoving my cock deep inside of her. She gasped and audibly moaned into me. I pulled out and thrusted back in, beginning a slow pace. She writhed and bucked underneath me.

"Oh fuck! Yes Kevin fuck me! Fuck me!" she yelled.

I continued sliding in and out of her, picking up my rhythm steadily. I let go of her arms and picked her up, slamming her into the wall at the head of her bed. Her hands flung to my face and held it in place. She kissed me hungrily and wrapped her legs around my lower back, keeping us locked together.

"Oh fuuuckk sweetie yes!" she moaned to me, grinding against me as hard as I would let her.

I continued to fuck her steadily, holding her tight. I picked her up and let her wrap her arms around me, sliding her up into my lap. I felt her pussy slide back and forth, my weight providing all the force needed to grind her back and forth on top of me.

"You better not cum for me yet Sara..." I ordered her as I slid her back and forth.

She leaned her head up and groaned towards the ceiling, and dug into my skin. 

"Baby..." she groaned "Baby I can't hold it!"

I glared at her and pushed her into the wall, putting my hands on her hips and sliding her dress up farther. I held her into the wall and ran my cock into her slowly. She bucked once and her mouth opened wider, with a powerful breath of air forcing itself out of her.

"Hold it! Hold it for me Sara. That's all I want, just hold it." I whispered to her.

Her breaths were short and quick, and she continued bucking suddenly and holding onto me as tight as she could.

"Ahhhh Fuck! Fuck Kevin! Ohhhh Goooddd!" 

I stopped momentarily to give her a break and kissed her neck. I looked back into her eyes.

"Just hold it for me Sara baby, just hold it." I said soothingly to her.

She bucked hard and strained her face like she was on the edge, ready to explode. 

I opened my mouth in anticipation, then when she had her head arched on the brink I pulled it back down to me. "Good girl Sara."

She twitched and stared at me, starting to shake.

"Please.... Please... please" she whispered.

I smiled and pulled back, almost pulling cock completely out of her. 

"You want me to let you cum?" I asked.

She nodded slowly, I think I even saw her eyes starting to water. I started fucking her again, and put a hand over her clit, rubbing it gently. I saw her tighten up as she reached the edge. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. 

"Cum for me Sara."

I rubbed her clit and ground my cock around the walls of her pussy as she started to release herself into me. Her mouth spread wide and her eyes shut tight. She yelled out and I felt warmth from her pussy leak out onto my crotch. 

"Oh fuck! Kevin!"

She was shaking and bucking in my arms. 

"Fuck! Fuuuuuucckkk! Kevin baby I'm cumming!" she yelled as I fucked her through her orgasm.

"That's it Sara cum baby girl, let it all out!" I growled.

She held onto me and froze suddenly, then bucked hard and yelled out as her pussy sent a wave of juice out onto my legs.

"Fuck baby I'm still cumming!" she groaned to me.

Her sudden second wave got me even closer to shooting cum of my own.

I sped up fucking her as her orgasm consumed her like mine had under her will before, and kissed her neck as she writhed uncontrollably.

"Oh my god Kevin yes!"

I leaned back and pulled her from the wall, setting her fully in my lap and cradling her as I ground her pelvis over mine, letting my cock spread her pussy.

I felt her arms still clung to my back release and she nestled up to me, holding my head against hers.

"Oh fuck yes Kevin fuck me!" Sara yelled to me.

I thrusted up and she flew up and back down onto my pelvis. She took the sign and started bouncing off my lap, letting my cock flow in and out of her.

"Oh shit Sara I'm gonna cum too!" I grunted as she held our heads together and rode me.

She moaned out louder. "Oh please baby cum inside me! I worked so hard please fill me with your cum!"

I flew back and landed on the bed, pulling her with me and taking over, ramming myself into her as fast as possible. I felt my balls start to tense up and pulled her as close to me as I could.

"Fuck Sara I'm gonna cum!" I yelled.

"Oh god Kevin give it to me! Fill my pussy and make me yours!" she yelled back.

I thrusted up into her as my cock began pulsing and waves of heaven passed over me once again. Her pussy clamped down on me as I began exploding inside of her, shooting seed deep into her womb. She moaned her satisfaction and kissed me sensually as I unloaded myself into her. 

I pulled my mouth away from hers and yelled out as my body shook with the intensity of my orgasm.

"Fuuuck yes Sara!" 

She held her face close to mine and I could feel her hot breath on my cheek.

"That's it sweetie cum inside me! I'm yours Kevin Wade!" she moaned to me.

I stared her in the eyes. 

"You are all mine Sara Jean Underwood!" I growled through gritted teeth.

Our bodies were glued together, and her arms were holding my head like it was her most valuable possession. I slid my oozing cock in as deep as I could and held it there.

As my orgasm slowed down and my cock gave her a final teaspoon of cum, she leaned up and stared down at me, breathing as heavily as I was.

"Oh my god Kevin..." she hissed.

I leaned up and kissed her again, holding her to me for a few moments as we both calmed down. I slowly pulled away and we just looked at each other for a second.

"Wow..." she said with a smile. "That was awesome!"

I scoffed and quietly laughed, running my hands up her sides.

"Yeah, you were amazing Sara."

She smiled with her eyes shut in bliss and laid her head down next to mine, keeping her body on top of me. I looked over her dress, disheveled and ruffled on her body, and all scrunched together at her stomach. She slowly pulled my cock out of her and let it land on my pelvis. She moved next to me and hugged my body from the side, kissing my neck and spreading her arm over my chest. I looked over at her and kissed her again. She looked down at herself then back up at me.

"I should take all this off." She said tiredly. 

I nodded. "I wouldn't want to sleep in it either."

She smiled and leaned up to take off the dress. I followed suit and helped her unzip and pull it off, then threw it to the ground next to the bed. She then placed a leg on me. I unzipped the boot on it and pulled it off, throwing it carelessly as well. She took care of the other one, and then nestled herself back in my arms.

I stared up at the ceiling. 

"I cannot believe what has just happened."

She ran a finger over my chest and placed her head near my shoulder. 

"Which part?"

I scoffed, "All of it."

"I know, me neither." She agreed.

"Yeah, but you're the famous model, I'm just the average next door neighbor."

She kissed my cheek. "Kevin you are so far from average. I am so glad I met you."

I sighed and looked over at her. "I am so glad I met you as well."

We kissed again and I turned my head back to the ceiling. "I cannot wait to wake up again."

She grinned. "And why is that?"

"Cause I'll get to see your beautiful face staring back at me."

She blushed a little and started kissing my neck and the side of my face. "You're so sweet Kevin, I can't wait to wake up and see you grinning back at me."

I turned my head back to her and we shared a long, passionate final kiss. 

She nestled her head next to mine and I could her body press against mine. 

After a few moments of silence, I heard her voice, this time soft and gentle.

"Goodnight Kevin."

I breathed deeply, and looked over at her. Her eyes were shut.

"Good night Sara." I said before shutting my eyes as well.

And before I could even fully comprehend what I had just done and who I had just done it with, I fell asleep, as did the little slice of heaven nestled in my arms.

Sara Jean Underwood... 

She was my neighbor... 

...and now, she was a whole lot more...



She Was My Neighbor Ch. 2



Ok. So here I am sitting out on her patio, my dick hanging out of my pants from our recent fuck session. And she had the gall to use me! Me!!! What the hell is that all about! Women aren't supposed to do that to men...ok maybe they do... but not to me. So I got up and started for the open patio door intent on giving her a piece of my mind but when I saw her in the kitchen all I could see was red.

She was just casually chopping up some fruit and cheese as if she hadn't just screwed my brains out. I stepped into the kitchen and headed for her. When she saw me coming the knife came up for protection.

"What the fuck are you doing in here? I told you to go home. I'm through with you!" she screamed the last of it as I made a move for her. I fainted to the left then grabbed her wrist. I applied just enough pressure to get her to release the knife but not hurt her. When her only defence fell to the floor with a clatter fear over came anger. "Don't hurt me..." she whimpered.

I pulled her wrists behind her back and dragged her against me, careful to make sure that she couldn't bag me. None of us wants that. I looked into her eyes for a few moments. I started to get uneasy when she began to cry. I held her wrists with one hand and smoothed her tears away.

"Don't worry, you won't feel any pain at my hands. Only pleasure." I said. 

I turned her away from me and unfastened her skirt, tying her wrists together with the sash. I needed someplace to put her to keep her from running away; when I looked around the place I found the perfect thing. She had a glass top dinner table. Perfect. I moved her there and bent her over the top. Now I just had to get rid of the rest of her clothes... scissors? Where to find them? Then I remembered the knife on the floor.

"Don't move an inch." I stated as I snatched it off the floor. "If you move I might cut you and neither of us wants that." I could see her trembling as I cut the straps of her tank top, then up the centre of its back. Her panties I decided were too pretty to waste so after setting the knife at a nice safe distance from her, I bent down behind her. I slowly pulled the panties over her hips, down her legs until she could step out of them. I lifted her foot and tossed the lace over my shoulder.

I decided to take this opportunity to get an up close view of everything. I slid my hands up the back of her thighs to squeeze her firm ass. I gave one cheek a slap, leaving a nice red imprint of my hand on her skin. She moaned. Did I hear that right? Is she enjoying this? I decided to test my theory and did it again on the other cheek. She wiggled her ass in my face as she moaned louder. No mistaking that. Hmmmmm so many possibilities.

I massaged away the marks I had left with the palms of my hands, letting her cheeks fill my hands. I began squeezing and kneading her ass cheeks... spreading them to get a better look at her puckered asshole. My thumbs traced around her tight hole, softly brushing across it. When I heard her groan I couldn't wait any longer. I spread her thighs apart and began tasting her. When she felt my tongue probe into her, her hips started to gyrate against my face. I laid the flat of my tongue and stroked the length of her before I moved my mouth away and began to lick and kiss each of the firm globes of her ass. When I lightly bit her goose flesh sprang up all over.

I sat back to admire again. Her pussy was glistening from arousal; she was as hairless as a baby too. I could feel my cock coming back to life, my shorts were getting tighter so I took them off and tossed them somewhere in the vicinity of her panties. I lightly probed her lips with the tip of my finger; this caused small tremors to wash over her. When I slowly inserted that finger deep inside her hot cunt she moaned. Her breathing got shallow and she tried to push her hips against my hand.

I pulled that finger out and tasted it. Like honey, and like a bear I wanted it all. I pushed her legs apart as far as I could. I touched the tip of my tongue to her hole, and then licked the length of her slit. My nose was buried in her ass as I used the flat of my tongue on her, taking long lapping strokes while I massaged her clit with my thumb.

She was quivering and moaning loud. I could tell she was close to cumming soon. I decided to see just how kinky she really was by running my tongue over her puckered anus. She went nuts; she began to call out to her maker when I started to fuck her pussy with my fingers all the while licking at her tight ass. I spread her ass apart with my remaining hand and went to town on her. When I pushed the tip of my tongue into her ass I felt her spill over my fingers and hand as she came hard.

"You like that witch?" I asked as I stood up. When she remained silent I slapped her ass. "Answer me!" I yelled.

"Yes I liked it." She moaned and kept gyrating her hips, asking to be fucked. 

"You want me to slide into you don't you?" I asked as I watched her. The head of my cock was nestled at the opening of her hole. I only had to move an inch to penetrate her.

"Oh yes, Please come in me now!" she begged on a moan. I slid a little deeper into her; I could feel the walls of her tight pussy sucking me further inside her. When I finally had myself buried in her to the hilt I had to stifle a groan. My fingers dug into the resilient flesh of her hips as I began to slowly slide back out. I entered her again; easing in an inch at a time, pulling back out a bit too. She was screaming for me to fuck her harder after only a few strokes. I kept my pace slow and steady, making her beg for it as I paced myself. 

When I placed my thumb over her ass and pressed, she came again. So the bitch likes to get her ass fucked eh... I pulled out of her; much to her displeasure, to have a look around for something to use as a lube. She had a bottle of olive oil on the counter. Perfect. I doubt if her ass is as virgin as this oil claims to be.

She gasped as I poured it over her tight ass. The sight of the oil running down her crack and between her legs made my dick lurch with want. This was an image that would haunt me till my dying days... one that needed to be captured forever. 

"Where do you keep your cameras?" I asked. 

"What? Why?" she was extremely confused. "I don't think you need to know that..." she stated. I ignored it and left her in search of them. It didn't take long; her bag was in living room. I eased one of the cameras out of the bag and checked to see if it had film in it. There was a fresh roll and I intended to use it up. I positioned myself behind her again and aimed the lens at her ass. 

"You like to have your picture taken don't you?" I asked her. When she remained silent I just kept talking. "I bet you were so wet the whole time you were taking those self- portraits of yourself. But you know what... I bet the gallery wouldn't like these self-portraits, what do you think sugar?" her answer was something across from a growl and a moan. I took a few more shots before she closed her legs.

"Oh no you don't." I said as I wedged a hand between her thighs. I applied just enough pressure to make her open then again. "That's better. I'm gonna make sure I remember this for a long, long time." It occurred to me that I could get a few shots of her while I was fucking her too... I guided the head of my dick into her cunt, I took shot after shot as I inched into her... despite her earlier protests she pushed against me, trying to coax me further into her. But her ass beckoned to me, I held the camera with my right hand and pushed my finger against the opening of her tight ass. Again I took shot after shot of my finger easing into her, my dick still deep inside her.

She had the sweetest ass. So tight and warm, I had to fuck it. I put the camera down for a moment. I was going to need two hands for this. I pulled out of her and positioned myself at the entrance. As I started to press into her she moaned again.

"You want my cock up your ass?" I asked, pulling back. "Beg for it..."

"Hmmmm yes... please stick your cock up my ass. I want to feel it in me!" she begged.

I pushed it against her again; she let out a low moan when the head popped through the tight ring. Sweat began to bead on her skin as I slowly worked inch after inch into her. When I was finally buried into her to the hilt I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back, arching her against me. 

My hands played with her tits as I slowly pumped into her. Once again I wanted to capture the moment so I pushed her back down against the glass and grabbed the camera. She bucked against me, as I took shot after shot, begging me to stop and keep fucking her ass. I had 10 shots left, and I had found the auto shutter. But this would require a tri-pod, and a bed.

I looped the camera strap around my neck and slid out of her. I groaned as her tight ass released me. I didn't think I was going to be able to do this in and out business too much more. It was starting to build up. I grabbed her upper arms and pulled her off the table.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"To your bedroom," I said, " but first I need to find a tri-pod. I want to see me fucking you." I expected protests, but much to my surprise she turned around and pressed her tits against my chest.

"I have one set up in the bedroom already." She said breathlessly. "There's even film in the camera."

I could have fucked her right there on the floor. The look in her eyes was almost primal. I cupped her bottom and hauled her over my shoulder, all but running up the stairs. It took only seconds to figure out which room was hers, and true to her word there was a tripod with a camera already mounted.

I walked over and set her on the bed. "How does this thing work?" I asked.

"It has a motion detector on it. All you have to do is flick the red button on the side. It will wait about a minute before the sensor starts responding to movement." She was almost giddy with anticipation.

"You've never done this with anyone have you?" I asked. She licked her lips and shook her head from side to side. I walked over to her and kissed her deeply, biting her lower lip. "How many frames are on that roll of film?"

"About 40 I think." She purred as I worked my way over her jaw and down her neck till I could nibble on her breasts. "That cord is attached to the shutter too. You can take pictures that way if you want."

"Lets go with that for a bit. But lets do it this way." I lifted her to her feet and turned her so that she was facing the camera. Her hands were still bound behind her back; I put the end of the cord for the shutter control in her hand, I wrapped my arms around the front of her and began to fondle her tits, pinching the nipples, squeezing and kneading them. She began to take shots of this. My right hand drifted lower until my fingers were between her legs. She jerked when I started to rub her clit, moaned as I increased the pressure and speed. 

I barely noticed the click of the shutter or the flash going off on the camera as I slid my fingers into her again. It didn't take long for her to cum, her body arched and tightened against me, the camera capturing every moment of it. It wasn't long before I heard the film rewinding in the camera... she had used up all 40 frames on one orgasm. I thought I was going to cum right then and there.

She slid boneless to the floor when I released her to go look for more film. It didn't take too long; most of her equipment was in the next room, and her camera was easy to load. When I looked over at her, her back was to me and she was still on her knees, her hands bound behind her. I had to have a pic of her sucking me off. I took up the cord and went to stand in front of her. She knew what I wanted, her mouth opened and she took one of my balls inside.

I pressed my thumb to the shutter release and took shots of her licking my balls and working her way up my shaft. I moved to the side so that the camera would get a nice profile of her sucking me off. For some reason my sense of control came back to me, I was able to hold off longer then I thought was possible. I decided not to waste my load on her face and pulled away from her eager mouth.

"Get on the bed, face down." I demanded. She got up and slithered onto the bed. I decided it was time to release her from her bonds so she would be able to have some leverage while I was fucking her. When her arms were free she gave a moan of relief and brought them around in front of her.

I went back to the camera, set it on the motion detector at slow intervals and reset the focus. When I came back to the bed I grabbed her ankles and spread them apart. I could still see oil glistening where I had poured it earlier. I got on the bed and straddled her thighs, resting my ankles in the crooks of her knees.

The first shot went off just as I was sliding my cock between her cheeks. I heard it go again as I pushed into her. As the head popped through her asshole I looked forward to see that she had fisted her hands into the bedspread, her skin began to glisten and her moans increased as I worked slowly deeper and deeper into her. 

I could feel the walls of her ass squeezing me when I finally felt my balls hit against her wet cunt. Our breathing was short gasps as we became accustomed to each other. It didn't take long before she tried to move against me, urging me to keep going. I slowly eased out of her to the tip, and began to stroke her again, burrowing myself in her again. 

She was moaning, her movements restless before she finally screamed at me to fuck her properly. When I pulled out a little and slammed into her hard she screamed. Thinking that I had hurt her I started to get off her.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going!" she growled. 

"I thought I hurt you." I yelled back. I guess not I thought. "Ok witch, you want it rough do you?" I slapped her ass hard, leaving and angry hand print on her skin before I worked back into her.

I took long deep strokes, pounding into her ass over and over again. I felt my control slipping as she tightened around me during a hard orgasm. She bit my wrist hard when I started to slow down again, growling at me to keep going. I sat up a bit and pushed my thumbs between her cheeks spreading her even further open. I could see bruises already forming on her hips from where I had gripped her but I didn't care in the least. I was going to cum real soon. The last slippery fingers of my control left me, I plunged into her hard and poured myself into her ass before collapsing on her. I vaguely remember hearing the camera rewinding the film as I tried to recover from some of the best sex I'd ever had!

So you want to know the ending eh... well I'll leave you to guess what happened. But I will tell you this. The pictures were amazing!