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Through the Wall

By: SoraRabbit



I was relaxing with a beer in my living room on a Friday night playing a video game when I heard it. At first I thought it was my imagination, or the television next door, so I disregarded the noises and kept playing. But then I heard it again, faint but unmistakable. I paused my game, muted the TV, and cocked my head, listening. There it was again, much louder in the now-silent room.

It was my neighbor moaning. I immediately perked up. It had been a long time since I'd heard anything but fighting through the wall, so this was a welcome change.

I knew I shouldn't listen, that I was doing something wrong, but I couldn't help it. I'd always been turned on by girls masturbating. And besides, my neighbor was really hot. I admit that I have a bit of a voyeuristic streak, so trying to keep myself from listening would have been a losing battle.

I crossed the room to my couch and knelt on it, listening. My couch was pushed up against the wall, so it seemed like the best place. I didn't go so far as to press my ear up against the wall—I didn't have to. Even without that, the sounds of her moaning rang out in my quiet living room through the thin wall that separated our sides of the house. We lived in a duplex, and I'd learned long before that sound travelled freely between the units. (A fact that I was especially grateful for that night.)

Her moans were sweet and increasing in intensity. I was already fully hard, and reached into my shorts (I was lounging around in just a tee shirt and boxer shorts) and started idly stroking myself as I listened. It had been a few days since I'd brought myself off, and I was feeling the pressure now.

After a few more intensely sexy noises, my neighbor cried out, much louder than before and I knew that she was having an orgasm. A big one, from the sound of it. Just when I thought the show was over, she gave out a second cry of pleasure. This one was a little less loud, but still sounded like a tremendous release. She'd given herself a second orgasm before stopping and falling into silence.

Hornier than I'd been for a long time, I pulled my hand from my shorts and decided I needed a smoke. First I shut off my game, knowing I wouldn't be able to concentrate on it anymore. Then I grabbed a fresh beer from the fridge, snatched up my pack and lighter, and opened the big sliding door that led out to the slab of concrete that served as my back stoop.

I sat down in one of the two lawn chairs I'd set out there and lit up a cigarette. After what I'd heard I was feeling my loneliness very acutely. I'd been on my own ever since breaking up with my previous girlfriend over six months before. Because of that, sex hadn't been a part of my life for a while, so naturally I jerked off a lot. Some nights it didn't seem to help. It felt like this would be one of those nights.

Still, I wished I'd kept going even after her moans stopped. I was still hard and growing more frustrated. I idly ran my fingers up and down my shaft through my shorts as I replayed the memory of what had just happened. I thought about the sounds of her pleasure, imagined what she looked like while in the private act of self love, and remembered what she'd looked like the last time I'd seen her.

I suppose I should backtrack here and fill you in on the history. What little there is. When I moved into the duplex, I had been married for six years. Her name was Caryn. It wasn't a very happy marriage by that point- we fought a lot. Our previous neighbors were old, and very quiet people. When they moved out, I didn't end up meeting our new neighbors right away. But I'd sometimes hear music or the sound of their television coming through the wall.

One night I heard much more than music. I was playing a video game and drinking. (A nice way to unwind after a hard work week.) Caryn was up in our bedroom. Sleeping, I think. Or just avoiding me. Anyway, I was enjoying my game and then I heard something strange, so I paused the game and muted the TV. From my spot on the couch I could clearly hear moaning. It almost sounded like it was in the same room as me. 

I felt a little embarrassed and wasn't sure how to deal with it, since I hadn't been in a position like that before. What was I supposed to do? Turn up my TV? Plug my ears? After a few seconds it started to get even louder, and I couldn't have blocked it out if I tried. The sounds she was making were incredible. I always had loved the sounds women made when in the throes of passion, and these were the best I'd ever heard. She was practically screaming—I could tell she was being carried away by the pleasure she was feeling.

Getting hard, I continued to listen, forgetting my earlier doubt and just deciding to enjoy the experience. My neighbor sounded really sexy. She started goading him on with sex talk, telling him to fuck her harder, faster, don't stop ramming that prick in. I'd thought my wife was fairly loud during sex, but this woman was putting her to shame! I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like. You couldn't tell from a voice, especially when that voice was strained with passion.

I was in a fever of lust and I couldn't hold back anymore. Not even sparing a thought to the possibility of my wife walking in and catching me, I slipped my shorts down and started jerking off as I listened to the marathon sex session happening a few feet behind me. Shortly after I began stroking myself, I heard a thump and she became even louder. I suspected he had her up against the wall. "Yeah, that's right you bastard!" she shouted at the wall. "Ram that fucking hard prick into me! Fill my dirty cunt up with it. Don't you fucking stooooop!" 

As she howled in orgasm I could hear his lower sounds—grunts, growls, and then a loud strong moan as he came. I was stroking myself rapidly by that time and came just after they did, my jizz spurting up and landing on my legs, fingers, the carpet. I sat there for a good minute coming down, hearing their voices still, but not able to make out what they were saying. Now that they were talking normally, it felt even more wrong to listen, so I cleaned myself up and went out for a cigarette to help me calm down.

I heard them having sex frequently after that, but nothing else quite that dramatic. My curiosity was rising every time I heard them. I was dying to know what she looked like. Was she as sexy as she sounded? Did she know I could hear? Would I be embarrassed when I finally met her?

I didn't have to wait long to find out. One evening a couple of weeks later, after a particularly nasty fight with Caryn, I met my neighbor for the first time. I was on the back stoop smoking when I saw a little dog come running up. There was a little fence separating the two sides of the duplex, one that you can't see over, but only extends about six feet out, to the end of the concrete slab. The little dog stood on my lawn and started yipping wildly at me. A young woman came over and scooped him up.

My neighbor looked nothing like I'd expected. She was short and very slim with a petite frame. She was wearing tiny, tight cut-off shorts that revealed every inch of her well-shaped legs. She wasn't wearing shoes and had a twine bracelet around one narrow ankle. She was wearing a small tank top that showed off her mostly flat tummy. Her breasts were smallish, but perky. Obviously no bra—her tiny nipples were hard and poking out the front of her top. Her arms were bare, her slender wrist adorned with a bracelet that matched the one on her ankle.

She had black hair done up in a loose braid that swung around as she moved. The shape of her eyes and her olive complexion gave her an exotic look, although I couldn't place her nationality. There was no trace of an accent when she spoke, raising her lovely dark eyes to me.

"I'm so sorry. Buster gets a little over-excited," she told me, struggling to hold onto the small, frantic dog. "I hope he didn't bother you."

In a flash I remembered the sounds I'd heard through the wall and found it very hard to concentrate on what she was saying. For such a small thing, she made big noises. 

I realized she was still waiting for a response, so I shook myself. "Oh! Oh, no," I said, giving her a smile that I hoped was closer to reassuring than dopey. "He's fine. Just saying hello." She beamed at me and I switched my cigarette to my left hand to offer her my right. "Nice to finally meet you. I'm Victor."

She awkwardly juggled the dog and thrust out her tiny right hand, taking mine. "I'm Melina. Guess we're neighbors now?" Her voice was sweet and soft, completely at odds with how I'd heard it before, talking dirty while being fucked.

"Looks that way," I agreed, taking my hand back and taking a drag from my cigarette. She set the dog down and he trotted off, forgetting all about me. 

Smiling pleasantly at me, she pulled a battered pack of cigarettes from her waistband. I assumed she'd tucked it in there while rushing off after Buster. Her shorts were too tight to allow her to stuff it into a pocket. She flipped the top open and pulled out a cigarette and a disposable lighter, lighting it up and taking a drag, letting out the smoke with a sigh. "Looks like we have the same guilty pleasure," she said with a small giggle. It was an unbearably cute sound.

I chuckled in response and snubbed out my cigarette. The bad mood the fight had put me in was completely lost in this nice encounter. Melina seemed really nice. I'd forgotten how nice felt. "Gotta take your pleasure where you can," I replied, regretting the words once they'd left my mouth. I hoped she didn't think I was flirting with her. I wasn't, really. 

She giggled again, apparently not taking what I'd said wrong. "So true," she answered. She glanced off at the dog, who was now rolling around on the grass several feet away. "Sorry again about Buster. He's my boyfriend's dog and he doesn't listen to me for shit."

"The dog or the boyfriend?" I asked, smiling. (Okay, maybe that time I was flirting. A little.)

That earned me another cute giggle. "Neither one, honestly." Her nose crinkled and her eyes flashed mischievously and I sensed that there was more to her than the sweet politeness she'd shown me so far. "Anyway, nice to meet you. We'll have to get together and have a drink sometime."

I agreed and she padded back toward her side of the fence, calling for the dog, who was now mostly into the yard across from us. I couldn't help but watch her go, liking how her round bottom moved underneath the tight denim. The shorts were cut so high I could see the bottoms of her ass cheeks as she walked. Her bare legs looked impossibly long despite how short she was. 

Before she got back to her side, she glanced over her shoulder at me, that mischievous glint back in her eyes. Her lips—not full, but a sensual shape—curled into a satisfied smirk. Then she was out of sight, leaving me half hard in my pants and stunned. I lit a fresh cigarette in an attempt to quell my arousal. She'd caught me checking her out . . . and, it seemed, the fact had amused her.

After Melina was gone, I was left in a bit of a turmoil—turned on by the sight of her, feeling guilty that I'd been checking out another woman, depressed at how horribly my marriage had been going. By contrast, things seemed to be going so well for our new neighbors. My sex life had become mostly nonexistent, the fights were increasing in frequency and intensity, and we spent most of our time avoiding each other. Life felt unfair.

Over the course of the next few months, things changed on both sides of the wall. The sounds of sex overheard sometimes late at night stopped, replaced with the unmistakable sounds of fighting. The fights continued for us, too. 

I met Melina's boyfriend Paul only once. It was after a heavy rain and both sides of the duplex were flooded. I was getting out of my car in the driveway, having just rented a wet-dry vac, and a broad, frowning guy walked up, clearly in a horrible mood. He ranted for a bit about the crappy house and how horrible he thought the landlady was for not realizing this could happen. I'd always liked our landlady, but I didn't want to make him mad, so I just nodded and said nothing. He didn't seem interested in hearing my opinion anyway. After a few minutes of venting he stomped off, leaving me with the first impression that Melina's boyfriend was a complete asshole.

As for Melina, I only saw her one more time during those months. It was before work and I was having my morning cigarette and coffee on the back stoop when Buster came over to bark wildly at me again. 

Melina came rushing over to collect him, but this time she was dressed up, wearing nice clothes. She was in a button up blouse and a knit gray skirt. Her hair was carefully pinned up, nice silver earrings dangled from her earlobes, and she was wearing makeup. She was still barefoot, I figured so she could chase the dog without ruining the shoes that went with her outfit.

"Bad! Bad Buster!" she scolded, shaking a finger at him. She was wearing red polish on her manicured nails. The small dog trotted away, oblivious, tongue hanging out. She looked up at me apologetically, looking stressed. "Sorry again," she said to me. She shot an angry glance at the dog and mumbled under her breath, "Hate that dog."

"It's fine," I assured her, taking the moment while she was looking away to admire her again. She looked business-like and professional. As she turned back, my eyes raised up to her face. I added, "You look really nice. Interview?"

She smiled dazzlingly at me, straightening up and smoothing down her skirt. "Oh! Yes. Big interview for a new job. Thank you." She looked down at her watch and said, "Oh! I have to go." She whistled at Buster, who ignored her. "Oh, forget it. Paul can get him when he comes home." The irritated look on her face faded as she glanced back at me. "Wish me luck?"

I raised my coffee cup to her. "Good luck," I told her with an encouraging smile.

I didn't get a chance to ask her if she got the job or not, because like I said, things changed. A couple of weeks after that encounter I came home unexpected over my lunch break to find Caryn in bed with a friend of hers. The guy she'd sworn was "just a friend". I can't say I was surprised, but it was a blow. After the biggest fight we'd ever had, I asked my wife to leave, a move that signaled the beginning of the end for our tumultuous marriage. With a suddenly emptier and quieter house, the sounds of fighting from next door were louder and more difficult to block out. I often had to run my TV even when I wasn't watching it, just to have something to drown it out.

Then one night I heard the sounds of sex again. I perked up, only to realize quickly that the girl's moans were different this time. High pitched and girly, with no dirty talking. It was a different woman. 

Again I was faced with a problem. It was none of my business—I'd only heard because the walls were so thin. But since I heard, did I have a responsibility to tell Melina? She seemed so nice, and her boyfriend was doing a shitty thing to her.

I didn't have to consider it long. After a few minutes, the sounds of sex were interrupted by garbled shouting. Now that voice I recognized as belonging to my pretty neighbor. I felt terrible for her, but didn't want to overhear any more. I decided to leave for the evening and I went to the movies. When I left I noted three cars crammed into the driveway. When I got back from the movie, there was only one car.

The next day I saw a moving truck parked there. I wondered grimly what my next neighbors would be like. My assumptions proved wrong the next day when I left to get groceries and found her car parked in the driveway. It was there every morning when I left for work, and his car never came back. She'd kicked him (and his dog) out and stayed. Good for her.

A few months later, while I was still beginning the process of filing for divorce, I ended up meeting someone new. Her name was Janice and she was quite a bit younger than me. I hadn't been sleeping in my bedroom since I caught my wife cheating in there, and had taken to sleeping on the fold out couch in the living room. So when Janice and I progressed to a sexual relationship, that was where we always had sex. 

The relationship faded out pretty fast, we only saw each other for a little over three months. The first two were filled with hot sex. The third, not so much. By that point she was practically living at my place. She stopped taking babysitting work and casually mentioned quitting her full-time job. Maybe it makes me sound callous, but having just gotten out of my marriage I didn't need someone new taking advantage of me. So I kicked her out. The split was as amicable as could be expected. We promised we would stay friends, but you know how that usually goes.

So now we're back to current. I'd been single for six months, my divorce was finalized, and I was pretty lonely. Sitting out back in the night with a beer and a smoke, suffering an erection that refused to go away, and pondering if I should go inside and finish myself off. It felt like that wouldn't give me much relief, and would instead just add to my frustration.

As I was trying to decide, I heard Melina's sliding glass door open and close. Guess she needed a smoke too—I hadn't considered that. I could hear her on the other side of the fence, lighting her cigarette and exhaling. The smoke drifted up, lit by her outside light. Mine never worked—I kept meaning to call the landlady about it, but never remembered. I didn't mind—I doubted I would even use it. When I went out back for a smoke, I preferred for it to be dark anyway. It helped me enjoy the night better, I guess. Besides, enough light filtered out from my living room for me to see.

To my surprise, I heard the soft rustling of the over-long grass in my yard. (I kept forgetting to mow—the neighbor on my other side got really bitchy when I was lazy maintaining my lawn.) Out of the dark emerged Melina, smoldering cigarette in one hand, a bottle of beer and pack of cigarettes in the other. She was wearing tiny shorts that I realized were actually boxers—there was a button on the front and everything. Her shirt could barely be considered a shirt—it stopped above her navel and was sleeveless. Her breasts—small but round and firm—were pushing out the material in the front. The mild night breeze had made her nipples hard and prominent. Her black hair was down that night, and longer than it had been the last time I'd seen her. It was down to the middle of her back now.

She stopped a few feet from me, still standing in the grass. When she spoke, she sounded shy, but the look on her face was anything but. She bore a mischievous smile and her expression was hard to read. (Sly, maybe?) "Hey Victor. Nice night," she said.

"It is," I agreed, taking a swig of my beer. I was trying so hard to not let my eyes linger on her body. It was difficult—most of it was exposed, after all. Silently I was willing my erection to go away. It was being stubborn that night, after what I'd overheard. Having the source of my arousal right in front of me and barely dressed was making my situation worse. There was no way for me to hide the bulge, but she would have to look directly at my crotch to see it. It could have been my imagination, or a trick of the shadows, but I could swear that's right where her eyes went, followed by a broadening of her smile. 

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, gesturing with her bottle to the second chair. 

"Sure, be my guest," I said, trying to keep the eagerness out of my voice. I wasn't sure why she was here, but I was grateful for the company. She crushed out her cigarette in the ashtray on the low table between the chairs, dropping her pack onto the table. "So, long time no see," I said as she sat down, wanting to spur the conversation on. "How have you been?"


Through the Wall



Melina leaned back in the chair, stretching out her bare legs and taking a sip of her beer. She looked very relaxed and sexy. "I've been alright. Getting used to single life."

As was always the case when she was near, I was having trouble focusing. Her legs were slightly spread as she leaned back and my eyes were drawn to the small strip of fabric covering her pussy . . . I wondered if she was still wet. I shook myself internally and responded. "Oh, right. I haven't talked with you since then. Sorry about that. I'm glad you're doing okay though."

"No worries," she said lightly. "I should say the same to you, actually. I saw the moving truck when your wife moved out."

I shrugged. "It was a long time coming." Hoping I wasn't overstepping my bounds, I held up my bottle and added, "We're both better off."

Her smile brightened and she clinked her bottle against mine. "Damn right!" she agreed, following our little toast with a small, cute giggle.

I was relieved that I had read her right. From what I knew, her boyfriend had been a jerk. We had that in common at least—mean, unfaithful exes.

We both took a drink and she shook her now-empty bottle, looking disappointed. "Damn. Guess I gotta go get another."

"You can have one of mine," I offered, getting up. (By then my hard on had gone away, so I wasn't worried about showing her more than she wanted to see.) "I need another anyway." She agreed and passed her empty bottle to me. I hustled into the house to get us each another drink. When I got back out, she was staring off into the darkness, looking lost in thought. I twisted the cap off her bottle and offered it to her. "Here you go, Melina."

She smiled and took the bottle. "Thanks. And you can call me Melly if you want."

"I can do that," I said, sitting back down.

"All my friends call me Melly," she explained. "Well, Paul used to call me Mels." Her nose crinkled in a look of disgust and she took a long swig of her beer. "But I don't want to talk about him. He's irritating."

Respecting that, I pushed the conversation towards work, figuring that was a safe topic and would help us get to know each other better. It turned out that she had gotten the job she'd interviewed for, and she really liked it. It wasn't long into the talk that I noticed she was slurring her words a bit, and seemed to be having trouble focusing on what we were talking about. I could tell she was a little buzzed, which (along with her recent orgasms I suspected) explained her relaxed demeanor.

As for me, I was relaxed and tense at the same time. The beer was doing to trick, and Melly was easy to talk with. But my mind continued to wander as we chatted. I kept thinking back to what I'd heard earlier, the sounds of her pleasuring herself. Did she use the hand she was holding her beer bottle with? A vibrator? I wished I knew. I wished I could have seen her through the wall. I did my best to stop thinking about that when I felt myself getting hard again.

Before long, the conversation came back around to her ex. (Thinking back, I'm certain that she steered it there.) "Being single has been just fine," she confided as she finished her beer. "Paul was an ass sometimes, but it was nice having him around. I'm still not used to being all alone in the house. I mean, I haven't even had a . . . friend . . . yet. Not like you did."

"Oh, you mean Janice?" I asked, confused. "How'd you know about her?"

"Oh, uh," she said, sitting up straight. "I saw her leaving your house a couple of times."

"Right," I said, wondering about the apparent nervousness with which she'd answered. "Yeah, she was okay. A little too young. Things . . . fizzled out with her."

"Well, that's a shame. But frees you up for better options, right?"

"Uh huh," I agreed. "Not that I have any right now." I didn't want to tell her about my shyness, and how that made it difficult to make new friends.

Melly smiled and gave me a sidelong look. "You . . . looking for a relationship?" she asked, staring off into the darkness again, sounding casual.

"Nah," I told her, honestly. "Not ready for that. Wouldn't mind another . . . friend, though. If I could find one."

"You never know," she said, her voice taking on a hinting tone. "You seem like a really good guy, Victor. Friendly, attentive, cute . . . " She went to take a drink before seemingly remembering her bottle was empty.

I was about to ask her if she wanted another, but what came out of my mouth instead was, "You're cute too."

She met my eyes with a smile and the look lingered for a moment. Then she acted (quite obviously) like she had just noticed her drink. "Oh, damn. I need another." She stood up as though she were about to return home.

Noting that she wasn't rushing away, I decided to go for it. I stood too and said, "Come on in, I'll get you a fresh one."

Her smile broadened and she nodded. "Okay." She snatched up her pack of cigarettes from the table and followed me inside.

Internally I was cheering. I was a little surprised at myself for taking the initiative, but she did seem to be hinting around about something. Probably just lonely and wanting some company, but I was suspecting her intentions went a little further than that. 

I led her into the house and she stood in the middle of the living room, swaying a little as she looked around. She excitedly said, "Wow, it's just like my side! Only everything's flipped like a mirror!"

Smiling at how impressed she sounded, I thought, 'She's an adorable drunk.' I went to the kitchen to grab us each a fresh drink. When I came back in, she was sitting back on the couch, her cigarettes and empty bottle set on the floor nearby. She looked so alluring sitting there, nearly naked as she was, legs slightly apart, looking at me with a mischievous smirk. "I like your couch," she said. "It's comfy."

"Yeah. I've been meaning to get a new one, but it works," I said, handing her the bottle. I opened my own and sat next to her—closer than I usually would with someone I barely knew. I noticed her scooting even closer to me and the internal cheer sounded again. We were turned slightly towards each other, our bare knees touching.

Melly took a sip of her drink. "So like I was saying," she started, slurring her words more than before. "I'm getting used to it. Being single. I'm not up for another relationship. It's too soon. But some nights it's real hard. Like tonight. Friday night all alone, drinking, nothing but the memories . . . I could really use a . . . distraction." She looked at me from the corner of her eyes, adding, "Y'know?"

"Oh, I know," I agreed readily. "Sometimes it gets unbearable to remember and I just want to forget. Have some comfort or whatever."

She nodded. "I can distract myself only so far . . . " she said softly, and then her hand was on my leg, moving slowly over my thigh.

Was she really flirting? I didn't think there could be any question now, as her slender fingers toyed with the hem of my boxers. My cock awakened and twitched near her hand. It was hardening again, just from that slight contact. She had to have noticed that.

I swallowed and said, "Distraction works better when you have someone to help you." I reached out and ran my finger down her bare arm until I reached her hand. My intention was to move her hand to my growing erection, but she was faster. Her hand started travelling again, and as soon as she was within reach, her fingers wrapped around my still-covered cock. My breath hissed in and she giggled.

"This seems like a nice . . . big . . . distraction," Melly said teasingly, biting her lip as she started stroking me through my shorts. She was intently watching what her hand was doing. Her eyes looked sharp and focused, and she'd dropped the slur from her words. Had it been an act? Had she been playing up how buzzed she was to get me to drop my guard?

Still idly stroking, she leaned over and set her beer next to the empty, clinking the bottles together. That was when my eyes landed on the pack of cigarettes she'd brought in with her. Tucked into the cellophane was a condom. I looked at her and she was smiling at me, one eyebrow arched, knowing that I'd seen. She'd drawn my attention to it on purpose. Everything clicked into place and I realized everything had been on purpose, orchestrated by her. But what she was doing felt too good for me to interrupt with questions.

"Well?" she asked, faking a pout. "Are you gonna kiss me or do I haveta do everything here?"

She didn't have to ask me twice. I took her face in my hands and our lips met. I could taste the bitter tang of beer on her breath, and her lips were so soft. She kissed back forcefully, showing me just how bad she wanted this.

As we kissed, her hand continued stroking me and my hands dropped to her breasts. They were so soft and firm. They felt heavenly. Her nipples were rigid and obviously very sensitive. As soon as my fingers brushed them she stiffened and hissed in her breath. The hiss became a moan and she pushed her tits into my cupping palms, enjoying the attention I was showing them. 

Not wanting to wait for skin on skin contact, I broke our kiss and yanked her top up and off smoothly. As though expecting it, she raised her arms to help. I took in the sight of her bared breasts for a moment before touching them again, this time with nothing in the way. I ran my hungry hands over the slopes of them, pinching her nipples lightly. The sounds she was making were driving me crazy, especially when I replaced one hand with my mouth, taking a nipple in and sucking on it.

"Uhhh . . . oh shit, yeah," she gasped. "Suck my titty, yeah, like that."

After I released her nipple, she scooted off the couch, took a couple of steps away and pulled her shorts down. She stepped out of them and did a slow turn, stretching her arms over her head, letting me see all of her small, sexy body. Her bottom was small, but round—made even more so by her slip waist and flat stomach. Between her legs was a neatly trimmed bush of black pubic hair, soft-looking and tantalizing. 

She extended a hand to get me to stand up. Once I was standing, she pulled at my shirt and I removed it for her. As soon as I did, she yanked my shorts down as fast as she had her own. Her eyes lit up with a hungry look as my engorged cock sprang forth and bobbed. She sank to a kneel and looked up at me as she grabbed the base of my cock. Her tongue lashed out and ran up the length of my shaft, stopping at the slit where she gathered a drop of precum. She made a show of savoring it, going back for another taste before taking me fully into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.

And still Melly watched me with those sexy, dark eyes, smiling around my manhood as I let out a long groan. She was good at this—really good. She took her time, appearing to draw pleasure from making me feel good. It was so sexy to see her mouth engulfing my cock as her dark eyes stayed locked on my face. 

After a couple of minutes of taking it slow she sped up, her tongue running along my length, replaced by her hand on the up movement. She was stroking me at the same time as pleasuring me with her mouth. Under such constant, enthusiastic stimulation, I could feel myself coming close to exploding. And while I knew it would feel amazing to cum in her mouth, I wasn't ready yet. I needed to make her feel good too.

With what felt like all my willpower, I gently took her face in my hands and pulled my cock out of her talented mouth. She made a small sound of disappointment and licked her lips, looking up at me questioningly. "Your turn," I explained, stepping aside and motioning for her to get on the couch.

Melly lay down and stretched out, spreading her legs and looking up at me. Her face was nakedly showing her anticipation. I climbed onto the couch and knelt between her spread thighs, leaning down to caress and kiss her tits. I worked my way down her tight, tanned body to her pussy, enjoying my exploration. I licked the insides of her thighs and just before my tongue reached her slit, she gave out a little whimper of need. She wriggled against my face, begging me without words.

Not wanting to make her wait, I licked along her slick lips, tasting the dried cum from the orgasms I'd overheard. She let out a long, sweet moan—it made me so hot to be able to hear it right up close for once. I continued to lick, my tongue slipping between her folds where I tasted fresh wetness gathering.

Melly's hands went to either side of my head, holding me in place. She pushed her crotch up against my face and the added pressure tore another sweet moan from her. My chin was soaked in the fresh flow of her arousal. I couldn't believe how wet she was getting.

"Yesssss," she gasped. "Eat my pussy, don't stop, oh fuck!"

My tongue moved faster, flicking her clit. The little nub was just as hard and protruding as her nipples. Just as sensitive too—it wasn't long before she was crying out, stiffening under me and pressing up against my face even harder. I kept licking, slower now, tasting her sweet cum as she came down from her orgasm. 

"Oh shit," she said, breathless. "That was so fucking good." I pulled back and looked down at her. She was half-lidded, red-faced, her breasts moving up and down with her shallow breaths. "So good. But you gotta fuck me now, Victor. Come here." She pulled her legs back and pushed herself off the couch, dropping to all fours on the floor, crawling to her cigarettes. I joined her on the floor and she turned, having fetched the condom she smuggled in.

Wasting no time, she tore open the package and pushed me down, her small hand on my chest firm and insistent. Once I was on my back, I looked down, watching her stroke my cock, her slender fingers running up and down the angry engorged stiffness. She then unrolled the condom onto my erection, seeming to enjoy the process. Once she was done, she grinned at me, swung one leg around, and climbed on top of me. With one hand she gripped my cock, with the other she spread her sopping pussy lips, opening herself to me.

Even through the latex I could feel the heat of her insides as I sank deep inside her. She was so tight, and I swear I didn't even get all the way in . . . she was that small. As I filled her up, she let out her breath in a sweet sigh, locking her dark eyes on mine, biting her lip. "Ohhh yeah. God damn, you're so big," she gasped. "Never had something this big in me. Fuck!" She braced herself with both hands on my chest and stayed motionless as she got used to the feel of me inside her. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, then whispered in my ear, "You like my pussy, Victor?"

"Oh yeah," I groaned back, having trouble thinking. I was wedged as deeply inside as she could get me, and she clenched her inner muscles, causing a spasm through my cock. "I like your pussy Melly."

She grinned and wriggled atop me, moving me inside her. "Yeah? How much you like my pussy?" My only answer was another groan, and that seemed enough for her. I gripped her slender waist, the bottom of my hands resting on the lovely swell of her hips. "It's so tight, isn't it? Tight and wet and ready to fuck you senseless. Tell me," she insisted, breathless in my ear. "Tell me you want this tight little pussy to fuck the shit out of you."

"I want it," I begged, almost mindless as she continued wiggling, only moving me the slightest bit in her encasing nook. "I want you to fuck me Melly. Fuck me hard."

"Mmmm. You got it Victor," she said, pushing herself up, her hands still planted on my chest. She started to move and all thought stopped for the next few minutes as she rode me with increasing speed. She looked so wild and sexy on top of me—this girl I'd secretly lusted after for so long, looking down at me with pleasure-clouded eyes, single-mindedly chasing an orgasm. She was riding my dick with abandon and I was in heaven. All that mattered to me and to her in that moment was that she had an orgasm . . . I think that was the only thing making me last, the need to see her cum again, to hear those desperate cries of climax. To have her cum on my cock this time. I can find no other explanation as for how I held my own orgasm back—her delicious tightness, the heat, the incredible sight of her mounted atop me, and the delicious sounds she was making—I marveled at the fact that I wasn't filling the condom yet. I'd gone beyond endurance that night and was still going strong.

And then Melly was practically howling, her nails digging into my chest, the walls of her perfect cunt squeezing me as she climaxed. She shivered and gave me such a lustful look as she let me slip out of her. She climbed off me and rolled onto the carpet, pushing her sweaty hair out of her face as she stretched out her smooth legs, spreading them. 

I sat up, taking in the sight of her. She looked so satisfied on my floor, her arms and legs splayed, her well-fucked pussy spread and waiting. Her lower lips were slick with her wetness.

"What are you waiting for?" she grumbled, her fingers spreading her slick pussy lips open wider, letting me see inside. "Keep fucking me!"

With a low growl of desire, I climbed on her and guided my throbbing cock back inside. I slid in as far as I could—this time I knew for sure that I was bottoming out. It was a new and exciting feeling—I'd never been too big for a woman before. 

"Ohhh shit," she moaned. I pulled most of the way out and pushed back in as hard as I dared. She squealed, "Ohh yeah! Just like that. More! Harder!" I was worried about hurting her, but did as she asked, pulling out and thrusting just as hard as before, drawing another sexy squealing sound from her. "Ngh! Harder! Pound me, damn it!"

Following her order, I started fucking her as hard as I could, really driving it into her. She clutched my biceps and tilted her hips to meet my thrusts. After only a couple of thrusts she was howling again, having another orgasm, bucking up against me as much as she could under my onslaught.

Just after she came I found myself losing my battle at holding back. I knew there was no way I could last much longer, so I kept up my pace, fucking her just as hard until I felt the first waves of an explosive orgasm wash over me. I drove into her deeply and spasmed inside her, feeling her cunt gripping me even tighter as she came again, crying out in ecstasy as we climaxed together.

She made a whimpering sound as I slowly pulled out. I held the base of the condom to make sure it didn't come off inside her—she was tight enough for that to be a concern. I flopped onto my back and basked in the post sex tingles. Melly recovered much faster than me, propping herself up on one elbow and looking at me with her dark eyes sparkling. She looked as satiated as I felt. "That. Was. Fucking amazing," she said with emphasis, running her hand over my sweat-slickened chest hair. "I need a smoke now." 

"Me too," I agreed, clambering to my feet to peel off the used condom and throw it in the kitchen trash. Returning to the living room, I found her pulling up her shorts, so I did the same. She also put her shirt back on, but I didn't bother with mine. Once we'd both fetched our drinks and she had her cigarettes, we returned to our spots on the back stoop, much less tense than before.

We smoked and drank in companionable silence for a bit before I remembered what I'd wanted to ask her on the couch. "So. You came prepared. You planned this?"

She gave a little giggle and fessed up. "Oh yes. Been kicking this idea around for a while. The whole plan depended on you hearing me through the wall." I almost choked on the drink I was taking, which made her laugh. There was a note of the devious in her tone when she asked, "I take it you did, then? I tried to be as loud as I could, and I sat right up against the wall to make sure the sound would carry."




Through the Wall



"So earlier, that was an act?" I asked, embarrassed to have been caught listening, even though she'd counted on it.

"Well, no. Not an act. Just . . . embellished a little." In the dim light I could see her sly smirk. "The walls are real thin . . . I'm surprised I don't hear more from your side, to be honest. I didn't hear anything from you until you started having that girl over all the time."

That time I hadn't been drinking, but I still choked a little. "You heard that, huh? That's how you knew I had a girlfriend."

"Uh huh. Hard to not hear. I thought you were hot before, but hearing the sounds you two made . . . well, I'll just say that wasn't the first time I fingered myself in my living room."

"Sorry," I said lamely. In my mind I was imagining her as she must have looked, listening to me and Janice fucking, and touching herself while she did.

"Don't be. I liked it. Turned me on like crazy and took my mind off things. It was happening a lot for a few months there. Like two or three times a night."

"Yeah," I agreed, trying to get past my embarrassment. After all, I'd spied on her too. "It was hot and heavy for a couple months. Then it just, I don't know, fizzled out. She never seemed to be in the mood anymore. Lost interest, I guess."

Melly made a scoffing noise. "Stupid girl. I can't imagine losing interest. You fuck like a wild man."

"Thanks," I said, feeling a surge of pride. I'd never thought of myself that way before. And to be honest, I'd harbored the lingering fear that I wasn't all that good, and that was why Janice had lost interest. Hearing Melly's compliments and satisfied tone helped. Plus there was the fact that she'd admitted having gotten herself off to the sounds of sex coming from my side. I'd made her cum before I was aware of it.

"But I didn't hear anything before that. I'm sure you heard me and Paul a few times. You and your wife didn't ever fool around in the living room?"

"No," I admitted. "And by the time you moved in, we were barely doing it at all. Our problems got in the way."

"No wonder you and that girl fucked so much. Poor guy . . . you were pent up." She sighed and continued. "I know how it goes. By the end Paul and me were pretty dead too, sex-wise. Now I know it was because he was putting it to that blonde slut friend of his. But back then I had no idea. Figured he was bored with me."

"Now that I can't imagine," I said. "You're incredible. Sexy, wild, and passionate. Guy must've been crazy to want anyone else when he had you."

She beamed at me. "Well, thank you Victor. Appreciate that." She set her empty bottle down and asked, "So, did you finish?"

"Finish?" I asked, confused. I looked at my half empty bottle.

"No, not your beer. Before I came over, when I put on my show for you. I know I had to have had you touching yourself. If not, I was doing something wrong." Her eyes were on my crotch and I felt myself growing hard again already, which surprised me so soon after such intense sex. 

"I didn't," I told her. I quickly added, "Finish, I mean—I was touching myself." Without any of my former embarrassment, I finished with, "Couldn't help it. The sounds you were making were driving me crazy."

She nodded, sounding smug as she said, "Good. That was the plan." With a grin, she continued with, "I just wanted you to admit it. I saw the effect I had on you when I first came over. It was . . . pretty obvious."

I chuckled, not surprised she'd noticed my hard on. There wasn't much I could have done to hide it.

"And I can see I'm starting to have that effect again," she teased, giving me a smoky look and licking her lips. I looked down. My cock was standing fully at attention now, tenting my shorts and nearly poking out of the slit in the front. "I can't help but wonder . . . " she said thoughtfully, running her hands up to clutch at her own tits. ". . . how crazy I could make you . . . if I actually tried." By the end of her sentence, she'd pulled her top up, baring both breasts to me. She tweaked her nipples and gave a low moan—the sound sent lust surging through me. "Come on, don't be shy," she suggested. "Whip it out. I wanna see what you did when you heard me touching myself."

I stood obediently and pulled my shorts down. My erect manhood sprang forth. Looking down at her with my own teasing look, I said, "Only if you'll show me what you did to get my attention."

"Mmm," she said, by way of agreement. She stood too and removed her top, letting it drape over the back of the chair. Then she pulled her own shorts down. She stepped out of one leg and flicked the other up, sending her shorts flying into my yard. "Ooooops," she said with a giggle. She sat back down and leaned back, spreading her legs wide enough for me to see her lower lips part.

By this time I was already back in my seat, cock in hand, slowly stroking myself to the sight of my sexy neighbor. It felt really kinky for us both to be naked in my back yard with only two lengths of fence sheltering us from view. The entire back was exposed, open to any one of our opposing neighbors who happened to be looking out their windows.

I couldn't make myself care about that, however, as I was too engrossed in the sight of Melly, one hand slowly easing down between her thighs, the other fondling her boobs, first one and then the other. She brought her finger up to her mouth and stuck it in slowly, giving me a look that said she knew exactly what she was doing to me. The finger went back down and flicked one hard nipple, making her sigh.

Her other hand set to work, clutching her pussy and pressing in before her fingers started moving through her furrow. I could see her index finger dipping inside before running up to her clit. She started moaning, her eyes fixated on my hand as I continued stroking myself for her.

I leaned back a little, sinking down, my hand speeding up as I watched her play with herself. I didn't want to make myself cum, so I brought my pace down, keeping my movements slow and steady.

"Oh god, that's so fucking hot," she mumbled, her fingers thrumming her clit faster. She lurched in the seat and bit her lip to stifle a louder moan. "I love watching you jerking that big cock."

"And I love watching you playing with that pretty pussy," I told her.

Moaning again, she dropped her other hand down, sliding her index finger into her cunt as she continued rubbing her clit. As I watched, one finger became two, then three. Before long she was fucking herself wildly with one hand while the other moved almost at a blur, steadily rubbing her clit.

It became hard to hold back as I watched this sexy sight, so I slowed my strokes even more, loosening my grip and focusing on watching her bring herself off. It didn't take much. Suddenly she stiffened and made a half whimper, half cry as she made herself cum for me. Her tits shook as the spasms ran through her small frame. Her fingers stopped moving, the three inside her deeply buried, the one on her clit pressing and releasing a few times. It was such an erotic sight that I had to stop jerking off else I cum right along with her.

With one last groan, Melly let her fingers slip out of her. They were coated in her wetness. Her eyes were closed, her breathing fast. She stayed that way for nearly a minute, coming down. Then her eyelids fluttered and her eyes focused on me. "How was that?" she asked, her voice thick and seductive.

"That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen," I told her with all honesty. My cock was so hard it hurt and I couldn't wait to fuck her again.

"Awww, you stopped," she said with a slight pout. She got up and swayed over to me, eyes running over my twitching cock. She lowered to a crouch before me, moving my hand out of the way and replacing it with her own. After a few strokes she ducked her head and took me into her mouth, all at once, down to the base. I'm not the biggest guy, but I'm not small either—Melly's mouth, however, seemed tiny. Somehow she managed to engulf me completely with no trouble. She bobbed her head a few times and I could feel the head of my cock entering her throat.

Before I could get too close, she released me and stood up. I didn't have time to be disappointed, though. Shooting me an alluring look, she turned and slowly lowered herself onto my rigid prick, filling herself with me in one smooth movement. Before I even realized it was happening, she was sitting on my lap and I was buried in her, all the way. This time without anything in the way. At first she just rocked back and forth on my lap, then she started to really fuck me, raising up and dropping back down, making low deep moans as she did so. I ran my hands up and down her body, over her slight hips, down to her round ass, back up to her narrow waist and around to her bouncing tits. 

I could tell she was enjoying my roaming hands. She started fucking me more frantically, her hand dropping between her legs where I knew she was again rubbing her clit. This woman was so wild and ravenous—I felt so lucky to get the chance to fuck her like this. 

Before long Melly was cumming again. All movement stopped as she sat back on my lap, her pussy clenching so tightly, her wetness soaking my cock and running out onto my thighs and balls. Once her spasming stopped, I stood up, taking her with me. Once we were standing, my cock popped out of her with a wet sound. She looked back at me questioningly, but I didn't explain. It was my turn to take the lead.

I walked her over to the fence that separated our properties and stood her against it. Melly knew just what I wanted. She spread her legs and tilted her hips, bracing her hands on the fence. No longer holding back, I thrust into her, filling her up again. She gasped and then groaned at the suddenness of my reentry, pushing back against me with every thrust. I gripped her waist and started fucking her hard and fast, ready to cum myself. I felt like a wild man, like she'd said, and I loved it. I wondered if any of our neighbors could hear us, and found I didn't care if they did. I was getting to fuck my sexy neighbor, and that was all that mattered. 

As I rammed into her, she was encouraging me, her voice low but loud enough for me to hear over my own groans and gasps of exertion. "Ohh yeah. Fuck me Victor. Fuck the shit out of me. This is your fucking cunt—take it!" 

Like I needed any encouragement. Still, hearing her talking dirty turned me on even more. I clung onto her waist and thrust again and again, feeling myself getting close. Before I got there, she tightened up again, crying out, louder than before. It must have been intense—she couldn't stay quiet this time. The sound of our passion echoed through the night and that was the last impetus for me—with a loud groan I pulled out of her clenching depths and aimed my cock at her quivering ass, spraying it with my hot jizz. 

It felt like my orgasm went on and on, and when the jolts of pleasure faded, my energy went with it. I stepped back and looked at Melly. She was still leaning against the fence, her sexy ass covered in my sperm. She looked back at me over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded and expression dreamy.

She straightened and turned, muttering, "God DAMN. You are a fucking maniac. I knew this was a good idea."

I smiled at her, unable to respond. I was drained. I was satisfied. I was happier than I'd been in a long, long time.

"Fuck," she said, twisting to look at her backside. "That was a lot. It's dripping down my legs." She laughed and walked past me, grabbing her shirt from the chair and her cigarettes. She reached down and gave my wilting dick a squeeze as she passed. "Anyway, I'll get outta your hair. I'm beat after all that."

I chuckled and said, "Yeah, I could use some sleep myself."

To my surprise, she walked out to the middle of my yard, still fully naked, coated with my cum. She raised her arms over her head, making a happy noise as she stretched. Then she bent at the waist to scoop up her boxers from where she'd flung them earlier. I was treated to a tantalizing view of her ass as she fetched them. After straightening up, she glanced back at me, making sure I'd gotten a good look.

She twirled as she walked on, and I was struck again by how lucky I was. This sexy woman had chosen me for her evening fling. She could have picked anyone, but she decided on me. A year before, I probably would have been too timid to take her up on it. I still remembered how nervous I'd been hooking up with Janice that first time. But that night I could feel a new confidence surging through me. Either there was just something about Melly that sparked me or I'd grown more than I thought. In either case I'd had the best sex I'd ever had. It was a night I'd never forget. At the time I assumed it would be a onetime thing, and I was okay with that.

After a few steps she turned, tucking her clothes under one arm. "Thanks for tonight, Vic. You were amazing, and this was just what I needed. The best kind of distraction." She looked over at my place, through the sliding glass door. "And it's so damn convenient. Us living this close, I mean. Hell, I could call you over through the wall."

I smiled back at her, wondering if she meant what it sounded like she meant. It hadn't occurred to me she would want to make this a regular arrangement.

As if reading my mind, her voice oozing with sexual promise, she said, "Maybe next time I'll let you try my ass."

My mouth gaped open. I was stunned. "Next time?" I asked.

She just smirked and turned away, returning to her side of the fence. Her hips swayed and her ass wiggled tantalizingly the whole way.

*****

Author's Note: Full circle. And if you know what I mean by that, you've been paying attention. Attentive readers are the best. The seeds for this story, as with all of them, originate from real life. Just how much is real, I'll let you guess. I hope you enjoyed my latest story. Let me know, and as always, thanks for reading.



Through the Wall Ch. 02



Work had been hell, made worse by the fantasies I couldn't stop from playing through my head. The line of irritable, impatient customers had seemed to never end. The day had felt extra-long, with the only consolation being that it was Friday. I hadn't made any plans . . . that seemed to be the way I was doing things lately—playing life by ear, jumping into things without overthinking or planning. It had been working for me so far, so I kept it going.

As soon as I got home I went upstairs to my room and kicked off my heels. They made my feet hurt, but they were my favorite pair. I dropped my purse on my bed and proceeded to strip off my work clothes. The bank I worked for didn't have a casual day, so I had to dress up, even on Fridays. I didn't mind. It made me feel good to see myself in dressy, professional clothes. And, apparently, my male customers also approved. Almost every day I had guys flirting with me. It was a nice ego boost.

Still, it was a relief to be out of my work clothes. It made the weekend official. Stretching my arms over my head, I walked naked down the hall to the bathroom. One of the undeniable perks of living alone—any time could be naked time. Well, except when friends were over—but that still depended on the friend. 

That thought was what made me decide on my plans for the night. My neighbor Vic, who lived on the other side of the duplex I rented, was home. I'd seen his car already in the driveway when I got home. I figured we could probably watch a movie. He was always up for hanging out, and we had lots of fun together. Both the innocent and not so innocent kind.

With my evening's plans decided on, I showered quickly. But not too quickly . . . I took some time to play with myself a little, remembering the last time I'd been with my sexy neighbor. After my shower, I returned to my room, still drying myself. In the interest of comfort I kept my clothes to a minimum, pulling on a skimpy pair of gym shorts and an old tee shirt. I didn't bother with a bra or panties. (They would just get in the way later.) 

I dug my phone out of my purse and headed downstairs, already calling for the pizza. (Pepperoni and cream cheese—my friend and I had the same pizza preferences.) While I waited for it to arrive, I browsed for a movie, lounging on my couch. I kept getting distracted, though, thinking about what I could do with Vic once he came over. As I scrolled through movies with the remote in my right hand, my left crept between my legs, idly stroking through my shorts. I didn't let myself cum, but I was sorely tempted. I was pretty pent up, after fantasizing all day long, and then bringing myself right up to the brink a few times in the shower. Sometimes I liked to delay the gratification . . . it made the eventual release that much sweeter. And explosive. I wanted to explode that night.

By the time the doorbell chimed to announce the arrival of the pizza, I'd become quite wet. I'd also managed to select a movie. Some low budget horror movie that sounded terrible. It had become sort of our thing to watch bad horror movies and make fun of them. I figured this one should prove to be fun, or at the very least would provide background while we played. My ex, Paul, never would have enjoyed a night like this. He would have complained his way through it.

Setting the pizza on the kitchen counter, I walked to the wall that separated the two sides of the duplex. I pressed my ear to the wall and heard the unmistakable sounds of a video game. This made me smile—my neighbor was a geek. A very sexy geek.

"Vic! Come over! Movie night!" I shouted, knowing he could hear me. Our wall was very thin. Then I remembered that I had forgotten to stop at the store, so I added, "Bring beer!" With that taken care of, I went into the kitchen to get out plates and napkins.

Not even two minutes later there was a knock on my sliding glass back door. Vic was standing there, holding a six pack and smiling. I flicked the latch and slid open the door. "You know, I was hoping you'd call, Melly. You look great."

"Thanks!" I said cheerfully, stepping to one side so he could come in. Another nice difference between Vic and the ex . . . my neighbor always commented when I looked good. Paul usually couldn't be bothered to notice things like that. Honestly he'd taken me for granted in lots of ways. Vic wasn't like that. He was a sweetie. "Pizza's here, movie's queued up," I told him. "I think you're going to hate it."

He chuckled at that and I watched him stroll across the living room toward my adjoining kitchen. That night Vic was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a tee shirt with some super hero on it. No shoes, since the walk over here had been short. His face was covered by a day's growth of stubble. His brown hair was shaggy and getting long—it was touching his collar. He'd been complaining about it, but I liked it. I thought long hair was sexy and wasn't looking forward to him getting it trimmed. My eyes dropped to his tight butt and I bit my lip, feeling the anticipation for the night's activities rising.

I stopped checking my neighbor out and joined him in the kitchen. He was already opening our beers. After dishing up our pizza, it was off to the couch to eat and begin the movie. At that time, Vic and I had been getting together for almost two months. We weren't dating, just friends with benefits. We didn't fuck every weekend, but more often than not. The sex was fantastic, but the companionship was great too. It felt nice to be around someone who seemed to enjoy my company.

I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he bit into a slice of pizza. I liked watching him when he didn't realize I was doing it. We were getting along well, becoming better friends all the time. It was nothing serious, but it was an arrangement I think we both enjoyed. I mean, it kept happening, so it must've been working for him too. I was grateful that he didn't seem to be getting attached. After my breakup, I still wasn't ready to settle down or officially date. Plus, this way was much hotter. It turned me on to know I had a fuck buddy on call like this.

Big plus that he knew what he was doing. The sex with Paul had been good, I'll admit that—at least until the end, when he'd been sleeping around. But, all things considered, what I had going with Vic was better in every way.

By the time we'd both had a couple slices of pizza and finished our first beer each, we were both fully aware of just how bad the movie I'd chosen was. "Wow Melly," Vic said. "Where'd you find this one?"

I shrugged. "Just flipping through and it caught my eye. It's not worse than the one you picked last Saturday."

"Okay, yeah, you got me there," he laughed. We then had a brief discussion of the terrible movie he'd queued up the previous week. Of course, we hadn't paid too much attention to it. About halfway through, I'd gone down on him on his couch, which distracted us. The impromptu blowjob turned into a very vigorous session of fucking. The two of us being completests, though, afterwards we'd rewound the movie to see the parts we'd missed. No matter how bad the movie was, once started, it had to be finished. That was the unofficial rule. 

I was fairly certain this night would turn out the same. Wasn't that the point of movie night, after all? At least it was when the two of us had movie night.

I started it casually, after we'd eaten, maybe about fifteen minutes into the movie. Scooting closer to Vic, I reached over and started stroking his cock through his jeans. Gently at first, but increasing pressure as I felt him start to get hard. I loved that feeling . . . a soft penis growing erect because of me. At first he pretended I wasn't doing anything and continued watching the movie. But once he was completely hard, he sank down in his seat a little, letting out soft sighs that became moans as I kept up my stimulation. 

After the first couple moans, playing through his jeans wasn't enough for either of us. I reached up and unbuttoned his fly, unzipping him and reaching in to touch him through his shorts. It made one less layer separating us, and I could tell the closer contact was welcome. I liked making him wait, but I always got impatient before he did . . . I made such a terrible tease. Maybe when I wasn't so horny I could try again. I eagerly reached in through the slit in his boxers and pulled his cock out into freedom. Then I was able to start stroking him for real, coaxing true moans from him in the process.

Never one to receive without giving, Vic started playing with my tits through my shirt. He gripped them, squeezed them, toyed with my nipples. It felt good and made me want more, but at the moment I wanted to concentrate on him. There would be plenty of time for me later.

I leaned over and leaving my fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, I licked up the shaft. I did this several times before taking him into my mouth. Vic was just a little smaller than my ex-boyfriend, though still respectable. I'd never measured either of them, but Paul used to brag about being eight inches. I'd say Vic was maybe six, which I preferred actually. I'm a small woman . . . I could never get all of Paul into my mouth without gagging. Vic's penis felt good . . . in my mouth, my hand, my pussy. 

I hadn't pushed for anal yet, although that was something I was dying to try with him. We had started to play around with it, but hadn't gone far yet. He'd mentioned that was something he'd never done before, so I wanted to ease him in (so to speak) with some anal play first. I decided then, while I was going down on him, that I'd bring it up again before the night was over.

I couldn't look up at him due to my angle, but I could tell he was enjoying what I was doing with my mouth and tongue. He was letting out near-constant deep groans and holding the back of my head with his left hand. His right was running down my back to my ass, which he grabbed through my shorts before slipping his hand past the waistband to touch me skin on skin. I knew he loved my ass—I did too. Even though I'm petite, I have curvy hips and a round, tight little bottom. (Both assets I'm naturally very proud of.)

Wanting to see his face, I replaced my mouth with my hand and looked up at him, jerking him fast. His hard cock slipped easily in my palm, lubricated by my saliva.

"Ohhh Melly," he moaned, his eyes meeting mine. His were half-lidded, his face showing the pleasure I was giving him. 

"You gonna cum for me, Vic?" I asked, making my voice seductive.

"Mmm yeah. Yeah, I'm close," he told me, his deep voice lustful.

"Good. Let me finish you off then, baby," I told him, diving back down to take him into my mouth. I sucked harder, bobbing my head rapidly, running my tongue over his shaft. It didn't even take another minute before I felt him stiffen—both his penis and his body under me. I had my right hand still encircling the thick base of his prick, my left gripping his hard, muscled thigh, which twitched as his spasms started.

I always loved this part . . . I could feel his cock growing even stiffer against my tongue and with a deeper moan he started spurting, his first load of cum hitting the roof of my mouth. I swallowed, ready for more. He always had a slightly salty, but sweet taste. His cock spasmed several times and my mouth was filled with his copious sperm. I swallowed it down quickly, not wanting to lose any of it. I barely managed to keep up—he always seemed to cum so much.

Letting him slip from my mouth, I looked up at him again. He'd laid his head on the couch back, his eyes closed, a relieved smile on his face. "Well, you look happy now," I said, licking my lips. None of his seed had escaped, but I liked to be sure. I could still taste him on my tongue.

Vic raised his head and looked at me. "Gee, I wonder why," he asked, smirking.

"We should rewind the movie," I suggested, tucking his still-hard cock back into his shorts. I left his pants open, though. I wanted easy access for later.

"But I should return the favor," he suggested, sitting up straight. There was still lust in his eyes. 

I could tell what he had in mind, and it made me quiver with need. I decided to continue to delay my own gratification—I wanted my release to be earth-shattering. "Later," I promised him. "That was just something I've been waiting all week to do." I grabbed the remote and hit the back button, squeezing my thighs together. That had made me wet—really wet. Keeping myself from jumping him was an exercise in willpower. "That was a big load. Been saving up for me?" I teased. 

"It's been a few days since I've masturbated," he admitted. "It's so much better when you make me cum."

That made me happy to hear. "A girl does like to be appreciated . . . " I said, finding the spot in the movie where I'd distracted us. 

We went back to the movie then, but neither of us were too into it. There are bad movies that are fun, and bad movies that are hard to watch. This one was alternating between the two rapidly. Before much longer we got side-tracked again. This time it was him who initiated things. He started by rubbing my bare thigh, his hand moving all around it. I pretended to not notice, keeping my eyes on the screen, and not long after his hand started to roam, creeping inward, close to my crotch, then back away again. His hand moved up, slipping under the ragged bottom of my tee shirt, his fingers touching the skin on my belly. The contact sent tingles through me and I felt my nipples stiffening. I was sure he could see them through my tee shirt.

His fingers continued moving up until they touched the underside of my left breast. I turned towards him to make it easier and he brought up his other hand to grope me through my shirt. He fingered my nipple, the fabric rubbing against the sensitive nub. My breasts and nipples weren't big—the downside of being petite—but I could tell he liked them from the attention he always lavished on them. My tits were round at least, the nipples very sensitive. I love them just how they are.

Vic liked to go slow sometimes, building up the anticipation. But I wasn't in the mood for slow that night. Not after fantasizing my way through a tedious Friday shift at the bank. Not after touching myself in the shower, and playing with myself while waiting for the pizza. Not after going down on him and making him cum in my mouth. No, slow was not at all what I needed after all that. I'd delayed my gratification long enough.

So to spur him on, I clicked pause on the movie and pulled my tee shirt up over my head. An obvious hint, I know, but it worked. I love having my tits played with, and Vic was always eager to oblige. He reached over with both hands, running them over the slopes of my breasts, his palms brushing my hard nipples. He held my tits up, squeezing them, then leaned in to kiss me. 

It was a passionate kiss, showing his need. I could feel myself getting wetter, soaking the crotch of my shorts. As he kissed me, he continued groping my tits, pinching my nipples. Then his mouth dropped to my neck, his lips brushing my sensitive skin and making me quiver. His hands fell lower too, clutching my ass through my shorts.

And then he was pulling my shorts down and I lifted myself slightly to help him. He had them stripped off in no time, leaving me completely bare to his hungry eyes. I was dying to know what he was going to do next, and he didn't make me wait. 

Continuing to surprise me, he lifted my legs, pulling me to lie at an angle on the couch, my head nestled in the crook between the arm and the padded back. My left foot rested on the cushions, my right dangled over the side, not quite reaching the floor. My legs were parted, showing him my arousal-moistened pussy lips, which were framed by freshly-trimmed pubic hair. His insistent moves were making me flow even more and I ached to be touched.

At first all he did was stand up and pull his tee shirt off. Then he took in the sight of me sprawled before him on the couch. His pants were still up, the fly spread open, his again-stiff cock—covered by his shorts—was tenting out the front.

Vic only delayed for a moment, but in my impatient state of need, that moment stretched out for an unbearable amount of time. Then he dropped to his knees between my legs, parted my pussy lips with his fingers, and gave me a light but direct lick. No teasing, no working up to it, just right to where I needed to feel him. I encouraged him with a long moan, the brief contact of his tongue sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

He kept up these small, quick licks for almost a minute, driving me wild. By then I was squirming and making whining moans that I couldn't hold in. I teased my own nipples, rubbing and tweaking them. I lifted my ass to try and get more contact from his tongue.

Finally he gave in and started to really lick me, his hands holding my thighs apart, his mouth pressed up against me. He had his tongue flicking rapidly on my clit, making what had been jolts into waves that crashed against me as I climbed the heights towards orgasm. 

My hands abandoned my tits, instead going to the back of his head, holding him in place, pulling him closer. It really felt like, if he were to stop then, that I'd go crazy. I needed to cum so bad, and it felt close . . . so close . . . 

With a humming moan, Vic pressed his mouth harder against my pussy, sucking on my clit, lashing it even more insistently with his talented tongue. That was all it took and I was exploding, pleasure shooting through my whole body from head to toe, radiating out from my center. I have no idea how loud I got, but I know I cried out without a thought to volume. (Vic said I got really loud while cumming, but he liked that.)

When I started to come down, I found my fingers were tangled in his hair and he was still licking me, softer now, lower, collecting the fluids that were seeping from my slit. After a few more licks he pulled back, grinning at me, his cheeks and chin slick with saliva and cum. "You look pleased," I teased him. 

"Ha. So do you," he replied, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and standing. With one move he pulled down his jeans and shorts, stepping out of the pooled clothes and standing at the ready in front of me.

"Mmm yeah," I said, playing with my tits again. His cock was so hard, standing up at an angle, ready to plunge deeply into me. And I was ready to feel it. "Yeah Vic baby, fuck me. Just like this."

His cock gave a twitch as he looked down at me. Then he was mounting me. I reached between us to guide his rigid manhood into my soaked pussy. One thrust and he was all the way in, filling me up. I groaned at the sensation. Vic always felt so huge inside—I figured if we fucked every night I would get accustomed to his size (like I had with Paul) but we didn't have that luxury. Vic also didn't give me time that night to get used to having him inside me. He was hot and ready . . . I was too. We'd heated each other up and it was time to boil over.

"Oh shit. So tight," he gasped in my ear. Then he started moving, slowly at first but speeding up after a few thrusts. This angle was new for us . . . new and very nice. From here I could push up against him and it felt like he was getting even deeper than usual. I didn't think it was possible, but that's how it felt. It felt like he was reaching all the way inside me, as far as anyone could get.

Vic stopped thrusting and, still deep inside, he bucked up against me, hitting my clit. I moaned and he did it again. Then again. As he did this, he gripped and rubbed my tits, pinching my nipples.

To my surprise, he quickly made me cum this way—not as cataclysmic as the last one, but just as good. I gripped his strong arms and bucked back against him, my canal clutching at his cock as he started thrusting deeply again. Not long after he pulled out of me. I didn't think we were done—his breathing had been fast but not the ragged, moaning breaths I associated with his orgasms. 




Through the Wall Ch. 02



Of course I was right, and it turned out that we weren't done. Vic reached down to help me up. My legs were a little wobbly, but I managed to stand in front of him, looking up at him curiously to see what he had planned. He was keeping me guessing that night. He ran his hands down my sides to my hips, then reached around to grab my ass, gripping it in his big hands. He kissed my neck again, pressing in with his teeth as though about to bite. The sensation sent a thrill through me.

Over his head I could see the wall that separated our sides of the duplex. I remembered vividly one time that Paul had me up against that wall, fucking me hard from behind. I'd been crying out in pleasure, no thought spared for who could hear me . . . We'd only recently moved in, I didn't know at the time how easily sound travelled through that wall. It wasn't until months later that I heard Vic fucking his girlfriend on his fold-out couch. That's when I realized he'd probably been able to hear us all the times we fucked in the living room. 

But rather than be embarrassed by the discovery, it turned me on. Not just the sounds of ecstasy my neighbor was forcing from the girl, but the thought that he'd been able to hear us too. This line of thinking eventually led me to my plan to let him hear me masturbating. If not for that scheme, this arrangement probably never would have happened.

And then I was pulled from my reminiscing my Vic, who turned me around and guided me back to the couch. I crawled onto it and this time I was on my knees, my hands on the arm of the couch. I let him pose me how he wanted- it always turned me on without fail when he took charge. I took position, spreading my legs and tilting my hips to give him access to my soaked pussy.

In a flash he was behind me, rubbing the head of his cock up and down my slit. He only toyed with me for a moment, though, before pushing back into me. "Ohhh shit," I groaned, filled up again. He started thrusting, slow and deep. "Mmm, faster!" I ordered, pushing my ass back against him when he plunged back in. He followed my direction right away, pulling out and slamming back in solidly, making me moan.

Vic drove into me over and over and before long I felt the growing bloom of my next orgasm. He always made me cum so much—I loved it. His moans were gaining intensity along with mine, and I heard his breathing getting ragged. Knowing he was close turned me on even more. It was a race to our respective orgasms.

I was about to reach between my legs when I felt his hand there. He rubbed my clit rapidly as he kept up his pace, fucking me just as hard and fast as before. The combination pushed me over and I was cumming, hard. I called out my release and he kept fucking me, kept thrumming my button, bringing me to another huge climax right on the tail of the preceding one.

With a bellow he pulled out and I felt the hot spray of his jizz hitting my ass and lower back. We stayed like that for a bit, breathing hard, me on all fours, Vic kneeling behind me, his hand resting on my hip. Then he got up and headed to the kitchen for a washcloth. I looked over my shoulder at him as he returned. He looked sexy walking naked through my living room, his mostly-flaccid cock swinging between his legs.

"What?" he asked with a grin, gently wiping the cum from my backside.

"Nothing," I told him coyly. "Just thinking after that we could use a smoke."

"Oh yeah," he agreed, taking the used washcloth back to the kitchen. When he returned he pulled on his shorts and I dressed too. 

A minute later we were out back, Vic lighting two cigarettes and handing me one. "What's on your mind?" I asked. Usually not something I asked after sex, but he had a thoughtful look on his face, so I was curious.

Vic took a drag from his cigarette and looked out into the darkness of the new night. "Nothing much. I was just thinking about how I feel like I'm in heat when I'm with you." He turned his face to me and smiled.

I laughed and uncrossed my legs, spreading them, knowing he could probably see right up the leg of my baggy shorts. He was looking, and that made me smile wider. "In heat?" I prompted, wanting to hear more.

"Yeah. You get me hard so fast and I'm always ready. You're just so sexy, and it's so fucking good with you."

I puffed up at the compliments. "I feel the same way," I told him, reaching out to squeeze his leg. "So . . . you gonna fuck me again?"

He chuckled. "Oh yeah. But we should probably try to get through your crappy movie first."

I fake pouted. "Awww. But I wanna get fucked more now. I neeeed it."

"You're a fiend, Melly," he said, putting on a stern act. "Movie first. Then you get to cum."

I couldn't keep up the pout. "Alright. But remember, you promised." I reached over again and ran my hand up his bare leg to just under the hem of his boxers. My fingers crept up towards his crotch as I teasingly said, "But I have a feeling I can . . . break your resolve." By the time I got to the end of the sentence, I was wrapping my fingers around his growing cock.

"You're going to be the death of me," he said with a smirk, crushing out his cigarette.

"It'll be worth it," I told him, giving his cock a firm squeeze before letting him go.

Once we got back inside, he said, "You know what? I really like your couch," and clutched my bottom.

"Mmm," I replied, wiggling my ass in his grip. "Yeah, it's a good couch. Didn't realize just how good until tonight."

I got us each another beer and we returned to the movie. We got maybe fifteen minutes further into it before I started to get distracted again. In my defense, my sexy neighbor was sitting on the other end of the couch wearing only boxer shorts. Sneaking peeks over at him, my eyes traced the lines of his fit body, his muscles . . . he wasn't what you'd consider buff, but he still had a very nice body. Before him, I had no idea geeks could be so sexy.

Following a whim, I casually pulled off my tee shirt and tossed it over the back of the couch. I leaned back and pretended to continue watching the movie. I could feel his eyes on me, so before long I turned to him with my sweetest, most innocent smile. "What? It was getting hot in here."

"Yeah, it is," he agreed, his eyes dropping to my breasts.

Smiling, I turned back to the television. Now that I'd cum (several times) I had much more control, so I'd decided to tease my friend a little. See how much he could take before he pounced on me. Once I was sure he'd gone back to watching the movie, I started scooting closer to him, a little at a time, pretending to stretch and rearrange myself. During one of those times, I pulled my shorts up enough to expose part of my pussy. Then I put my hand on his thigh, squeezing it, feeling the taut muscle there. 

My hand crept up more and more until it was at the slit in the front of his shorts. I could feel his penis stirring beneath the thin layer of clothing. My fingers continued creeping until they were able to reach inside the slit of his shorts and run along his hardening length. It only took two trips up and down his shaft until he was fully erect. Once he was, I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked him a few times. I wasn't as coordinated with my left hand, but I wasn't out to make him cum. Not yet.

I stroked Vic casually until he gave a low groan. Then I stopped, pulling my hand back out and setting both my hands primly in my lap. I pretended to be engrossed in the movie, stifling a smile at the shaky breath he took while he tried to calm down. 

Advancing my game further, I started pressing my palm against my crotch, my left hand slowly running up to my right breast, which I held up and squeezed. My right hand clutched at my covered pussy, making me gasp. I fingered my clit through the material of my gym shorts, teasing both of us at the same time now.

Vic was squirming in his seat, his erection tenting out the front of his shorts. The sight of it gave me a new idea. I stood up, pulled my shorts down and turned, straddling him with my arms linked around his neck, my legs on either side of his.

I pressed my bare (and very wet) pussy against his covered cock and moaned at the jolt the pressure sent through me. I leaned in to his ear and whispered, "Can you still see the movie?" He nodded, not responding otherwise. "Good. I don't wanna get in the way. Just pretend I'm not—oh!—here." I started rubbing my clit against his shaft, soaking the front of his shorts with my fluids. "I'll be done soon," I promised him, my voice flirty. I nipped his ear lobe and followed that up with a soft moan right into his ear. I could feel his cock twitch and another delicious shock went through me.

I kept rubbing myself against him, feeling the pressure rising inside me. His breathing was getting fast and I knew I had to hurry before I accidentally made him cum. I knew I had gotten carried away and if I made him shoot off in his shorts (as hot as that idea made me) my teasing would be spoiled. But there was no way I would be able to stop. So I rode him faster in an effort to finish myself, concentrating on rubbing my clit against his hard shaft.

It wasn't even a minute later and I was cumming. I stopped my movements and pressed more firmly against him, holding him close as powerful shudders wracked my body, pleasure blooming through me.

When my tremors stopped, I pulled back enough to look at him. His eyes were full of lust and he was trying to thrust against me. I suspected he was still pretty close, desperate for his orgasm. Feeling mischievous, I climbed off him and returned to my side of the couch, still naked. I focused on the movie, unable to hide the self-satisfied smile that spread across my face.

Seconds later he scooted over to me and ran his hands over my chest, his palms running over the slopes of my breasts. I shoved him away, saying, "Vic, please! I'm trying to watch!"

He made a low growling sound and rubbed his thumbs over my sensitive nipples. I shuddered a little, but made no other indication I'd noticed what he was doing. As he increased his groping it became harder to keep pretending, but somehow I managed. I was impressing myself with my control that night. (Even with the times I'd gotten carried away.)

Not long after, he reached past me and grabbed the remote. With an impatient stabbing motion he poked the "pause" button, dropping the remote behind him onto the vacant part of the couch. 

I had to drop the act completely then, because his hands were suddenly all over me. His lips went to my neck, then down to my breasts, devouring my one nipple, then the other. He spread my legs with his hands and started to explore my pussy with his index finger, running it down my slit, pressing just inside, and then back up to my clit. I moaned as he twirled his moistened finger around my button before he dropped back down to repeat the process.

"Mmmm," I moaned. "What are you doing?"

"Having my way with you," he growled. Clearly I'd succeeded in driving him crazy. "I'm gonna make you cum hard Melly," he said confidently, slipping his finger farther inside me. "Then I'm going to fuck you as hard as I can."

"Ohh, I like that," I told him, excited. As wild as I'd made him, he still wanted to get me off before cumming himself. Always the gentleman, putting me first, but still needing to satisfy his lust. When I got him worked up he was a beast, so forceful and strong. I should have tried playing with him like this sooner, but I hadn't known the depths of my control before.

After declaring his intentions, Vic was done talking. He dropped to his knees in front of me, spreading my legs wider. He slipped his finger deeper into me, twisting his hand around so his palm was facing up. This let him get even deeper. With his other hand he played around my clit, not quite touching it, just brushing it now and then. I was so wet it was flowing out of me, soaking his fingers. I felt him slipping a second one in to join the first and then he was fucking me with both fingers, reaching up at an angle.

Surprised, I realized he was hitting my g-spot. He'd brushed against it before, and I know I'd hit it myself a few times with my vibrator, but I'd never quite cum from it, and I'd told him as much. It seemed that was what Vic was after, to make me cum in a new way. It felt good—real good. Intense. I settled in, giving myself over to him, spreading my legs as far as they'd go and playing with my tits while he brought me steadily closer to the edge. The buildup was intense—bigger than I was used to—and I felt so wet. His fingers were making wet sloshing sounds as he worked them in and out of me, hitting that spot deep inside with every press inward.

Then he pushed his fingers in and left them there, rubbing the spot directly with his fingertips. I moaned louder, squeezing my tits and feeling out of breath. The intense feelings rose and I felt light-headed. I felt like I had to pee. I almost told him to stop—I didn't want to pee on him—but he kept going and I temporarily forgot how to talk. It felt so damned good, I decided to just go with it. I felt floaty and warm . . . and then, unexpected, it crashed into me and I almost screamed in pleasure.

I'm not exaggerating—sometimes my orgasms felt like explosions, but this one felt like a full-on nuclear strike. The fire grew, spreading outward from my center and I experienced the biggest orgasm I'd ever had. My eyes squeezed shut and I dimly felt like I was raking at his biceps with my nails, but I couldn't stop. I felt like if I didn't grab onto something I was going to float away. I heard the wet sound again even though his fingers had stopped moving and for a second I was afraid I'd peed after all. I opened my eyes to look down at him and saw a pool of whitish liquid pooled on his palm and up to his wrist. It looked like cum. Had that come out of me?

"Did I . . . " I started, then forgot the words as an orgasmic aftershock wriggled its way through me. It was hard to think and I felt really sleepy. That one had taken all the energy out of me.

"Yeah," he answered, smiling. "You just squirted, Melly."

I couldn't answer at first—I was enjoying one last aftershock. I'd gushed before, sure, especially when Vic made me cum real hard, like when he was going down on me. But I'd never full-on squirted before. I hadn't even felt it happen. "Wow. I didn't know I could do that," I said quietly.

"Well, we learned something new," he said warmly, starting to rub around my clit again, the fingers of his right hand still inside me, but not touching my g-spot anymore. My clit was tender, but he was gentle, and before I knew it he was rubbing harder, building my pleasure again. I felt my wetness leaking out around his fingers, trailing down to my ass. I was going to have to scrub down the couch, but it was worth it. So worth it.

He pulled his fingers out and leaned in, licking at my nub, flicking with the tip of his tongue. His soaked hand was resting against my ass cheek and I got the urge to feel him there.

On the verge of cumming again, I groaned, "Oh fuck Vic. Play with my ass. Lick me there." I wasn't sure he would, but it was what I wanted to feel. He'd never licked me that low before, though we had gradually been incorporating some anal play into sex. Vic was unsure about it, so I was easing him into it, directing him. That was a big turn-on too, telling him what to do and how to do it. He was an eager and attentive student.

The last time we'd been together and he'd fingered me, I'd taken his hand and guided it down lower. With a little more coaxing, he ran his finger around my asshole and then inside, not moving—just buried in me. He licked my clit and I came with his finger as far inside my ass as it could get. He told me later that as I climaxed, my asshole had clenched around his finger tighter than he'd expected. After that we'd fucked like maniacs, falling onto each other sweaty and satisfied. I knew we were getting closer to full anal fucking, which excited me. So that night I decided to push the boundaries even more by asking him to lick me where he never had before.

To my surprise, he did what I'd said without hesitation, lifting my legs high and scooting my ass towards him. His mouth dropped and I felt the warm softness of his tongue as he licked me there. He started with broad licks, running the flat of his tongue over the area. Then he pointed his tongue and I could feel the tip of it playing about my hole.

I encouraged him, gripping my ass cheeks and spreading them, moaning out, "Ohh yeah. Yeah, just like that. Lick my ass, baby!"

Vic's tongue slipped just inside and I moaned louder, a wave of bliss rolling through me. It felt amazing, but I needed more. I groaned out, "Oh fuck. Now your finger. Fuck me with your finger, Vic!"

Using his still-wet right hand, he replaced his tongue with his index finger, toying around my ready asshole with it before starting to slip it in. He went very slowly, but between his saliva and my wetness, he slid right in. Vic started moving his finger in and out, watching my face for my reaction.

"Mmm baby, yeah, like that," I told him.

It had been about a year since I'd had a dick in there—well, anything bigger than my own finger, and I have small fingers. Sometimes while masturbating, I would let my hand creep back there and play with my ass. It always made my orgasms more intense. I loved anal . . . always had, since my first boyfriend had turned me on to it. Paul had been a little rough and careless, so I'd only let him fuck me there a couple of times. But, even with me being out of practice, the sensation of my neighbor's finger penetrating my tight hole made me want still more.

"Oh god, I want you to fuck me," I told him, breathless. "I want you to fuck my ass."

Vic's eyes widened noticeably, but his earlier hesitation seemed to be gone. He was ready for this step, I could tell. He carefully slipped his finger out and I stood up, quickly dropping to my knees in front of the couch. I gave him a devious smile before reaching under the couch and pulling out a small bottle of lube from its hiding place. (Like I said, I'd been anticipating this, and I didn't want to interrupt he festivities by dashing up to my room for lube.) 

Vic stood up and pulled his shorts down, baring his hard and ready cock. Smiling sweetly, I poured the lube onto my hand and rubbed it all over his beautiful cock. I felt a tinge of doubt as my fingers slipped around his length, his width. I was a little intimidated by how big he was, but I reminded myself I'd had bigger in my ass. Still, it HAD been a year.

Not wanting him to see my doubt, I poured more lube and leaned onto the couch, my elbows sinking into the cushion. I slathered the slick liquid over my asshole and slipped a finger inside, moaning. I threw a look back at him and saw a hungry look on his face. I was turning him on so much, and I loved it. I was excited that this was finally going to happen. "You ready, baby?" I asked him in my sweetest tone, batting my eyes at him.

"Oh yeah," he said. "But Melly—" 

I interrupted him before he could psych himself out. "You won't hurt me. Just go slow and don't start thrusting 'til I tell you."

He nodded and knelt behind me. I leaned forward, my arms braced on the couch seat, my ass sticking out. Moments later I felt him running the head of his lubed-up cock around my asshole before carefully easing it in. He went very slowly, like I'd asked, and the sensation of gradual penetration was incredible. My tight muscles relaxed to allow him access. I wiggled my ass a bit to help him along, and soon he was all the way in. He stopped there and I got used to his cock, feeling the familiar urge to clamp down, to push. I took a few deep breaths and then told him, "Okay. Stay slow, but start moving."




Through the Wall Ch. 02



He again followed my instructions, keeping his movements slow, but pulling most of the way out a little faster than he'd entered me. When he slid back inside, I moaned loudly, reveling in the feeling of exquisite fullness. My own finger couldn't come close to comparing. It had been so long . . . I hadn't realized just how much I missed it.

"Oh Melly," he groaned. "You're so tight."

"You like that, baby? You can go faster," I told him, my voice still sweet, but strained now. He picked up the pace and we moaned in unison. I could already feel myself coming close, without even touching my clit. I'd been close to climax before I had him lick my ass, and I was sure that delaying it would only serve to make my eventual release even bigger. He thrust a few more times and I cried out in pure ecstasy. I was surprised by the orgasm—it was one of those that snuck up on me. My ass tightened around his cock, spasming hard, clenching and releasing again and again. He stopped moving, moaning loudly at the sensation, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. The orgasm blew everything away, surpassing my expectations.

"Ohhh fuck!" I wailed, burying my face in the arm of the couch. It felt like I'd never stop cumming, but finally the spasms stopped and I relaxed again. I felt almost liquefied. Anal orgasms are different, at least for me, and I felt drained, just as I had been right after squirting.

I looked back at Vic and in a moaning voice I said, "Ooh baby, you made me cum sooo hard. You feel good in me. You like this baby? You like fucking my ass?"

"Oh yeah," Vic said, thickly. "I love your ass Melly." He pulled most of the way out and poured more lube onto his exposed shaft. Then he thrust in again, making us both groan. The extra lube and my post-orgasm relaxation made him slide in easier than before.

"Fuck yeah. Faster, like that. Keep going until you cum," I ordered him, reaching down between my legs and starting to play with my clit. Had anal always been this good? Or was it because I was trying it with him? I had to say, he was a natural.

Vic sped up and soon he was fucking my ass hard and fast. After a few of these more forceful thrusts, I came again, and he kept going through my clenching, which drove me to even greater heights. I pushed back against him, my fingers moving rapidly between my legs.

After a couple minutes of rough fucking, Vic gasped out, "Melly, shit. I'm gonna cum."

"Mmm, yeah Vic. Cum for me baby," I moaned, bringing myself close to another climax with my fingers. How many had that been? It was impossible to tell at that point. "Fill me up, cum in my ass."

I think hearing me say that is what drove him to the end. He bellowed out in pleasure as he came. I came right along with him and I could swear that as my anal passage clenched I could feel him spasming too when he sprayed the inside of my ass with his hot seed. The feeling was so sensual and perfect.

Once he finished, he stayed still, buried deep inside. We stayed like that for almost a minute, both breathing hard. Then he carefully slid out. Once he was out I felt a hot rush of sperm flowing out and down my thigh.

"That was . . . wow," he said, sitting back on his heels. 

We were both blissed out, and I knew he'd done that more for me than himself. I felt overwhelmed and didn't know what to do with the feelings bubbling up inside me. So I turned and threw my arms around him briefly. "That was amazing. Thank you Vic," I said, letting him go.

"Thank you," he said, looking dazed. (And did I note a brief look of surprise at my spontaneous hug?) "I didn't know it would be like that."

"Mmm, you were so fucking good," I told him, squeezing his muscular thigh. "We should get cleaned up. I gotta pee. And I need a smoke, like, for real." I directed him to the smaller downstairs bathroom before making my way up the stairs on wobbly jelly-like legs to clean up in the main bathroom.

When I came back down, he was back in the living room, getting dressed. Giving him a big grin, I walked past him to the sliding door that led to my back stoop. I didn't feel like getting dressed, and I doubted anyone would walk through our back yards that time of night. 

He lit our cigarettes and we took our usual seats. I sat down carefully. I was kind of sore and throbbing back there, but it was a nice, sexy feeling. A reminder of what we'd done and how good it had been. Thinking of that reminded me of my weird outpouring of emotion. Not that there was anything wrong with hugging a friend (especially since we were both naked at the time) but that really wasn't what our friendship was. Actually, that had been our first hug. I'd been keeping a careful distance between us so he wouldn't get too attached. Sure, we were affectionate and sweet to each other, but not huggy cuddly or anything like that. I hoped my little outburst hadn't given him the wrong idea. I would hate for things to change or get complicated.

I glanced over at him. Neither of us had talked since we parted to clean up. It felt like I should say something, but I wasn't sure what. For the second time that night I found myself doing something I hadn't really done much with Vic up to that point . . . wondering what he was thinking. I knew it was just sex—fucking mind-blowing sex, but still just sex. I was pretty sure he knew the same. So I wasn't sure why it mattered what was going through his head, but I was curious just the same. Had the hug made things weird? Did he see me differently now that he knew more of the kinky things I liked? Had he really enjoyed fucking my ass or did he just do it for me? Would he want to do it again? Because I did. Badly.

I didn't like feeling uncertain and vulnerable . . . it reminded me of where I'd come from. That wasn't what the New Melina was supposed to be like. The New Melina was casual, care-free. Taking things as they came. Fucking her neighbor every chance she got without letting feelings come into it. Because, above all else, the most important aspect of the New Melina was that she was not willing to get attached.

But Vic wasn't out of surprises yet. Without warning he leaned in to me and put his hand on my bare leg. Not in a seductive way, more comforting. A little squeeze, friendly and familiar. "Hey Melly, you okay?" he asked gently.

I was startled out of my thoughts, but recovered fast and gave him what I hoped was a cheerful and reassuring smile. "Oh yeah. I'm cool." I looked down and noticed I'd let my cigarette burn down to the filter. I leaned over and tossed it into the ashtray. 

"You just looked kinda intense," he said, concern in his voice. "I didn't . . . hurt you?"

"Oh no!" I told him quickly. "Not at all, actually." I'd expected some pain, or burning, or something—it went along with it—but there hadn't been anything like that with Vic. He'd been gentle and careful, up until I needed him to be forceful and strong. He matched up with what I needed, like he always did. I wasn't used to that. "No, baby. It was absolutely perfect." I flinched a little at what had come out of my mouth—I only ever called him baby while we were fucking. 

Luckily he didn't notice the flinch. He breathed a sigh and his voice was relieved when he said, "Good. I was hoping. I mean, I didn't know what I was doing and, you know. I really don't want to hurt you Melly. Not ever." Our eyes met and I felt . . . I don't know. Something. Whatever it was, it wasn't expected. And I had no idea if he'd felt it too or if had just been me. Thankfully the moment passed quickly, and his dopey, endearing grin was back in place. "And it was good. Real good. I'm glad you talked me into trying it. Glad I finally gave in."

I socked him in the arm, feeling we were back on familiar ground. "WhatEVER! Like you took much convincing. You should've seen yourself—you were practically drooling!"

He rubbed his arm and sneered. "You hit like a girl."

"I would hope so," I laughed. "Now let's go inside and finish the movie. For some reason I'm feeling a little exposed out here."

"Huh, I wonder why," he replied, leading the way back into my house. I felt much better. We were still cool, still friends, and I could forget my moment of weirdness. Maybe I could chalk it up to cumming so much and exhausting myself? Yeah, that had to be it . . . I was tired and my defenses were down.

Back on the couch, we took our same spots on either side with plenty of space between us. I fired the movie back up and we joked our way through the last fifteen minutes or so. I was still completely naked, but neither of us were distracted by that fact. I was just more comfortable that way, and we'd both gotten off so many times that I knew we were done for the night. I also knew I'd never look at my couch the same way again.

We were too tired to even make fun of the movie anymore. When it was finally over and the credits were rolling, I caught Vic yawning. "Tired out?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, rubbing his eyes. "It did take us the whole evening to get through one movie." He flashed me a sexy smile and I felt a fresh tingle between my legs. 'Down girl,' I told myself, remembering what he'd said earlier about being in heat. Maybe I was too. But I had no energy to do anything about the flash of arousal I was feeling.

"Well, you should—" I started, then froze. I realized that I had almost suggested he stay the night, join me in my bed. All the times we'd fucked, we had never actually done it in a bed—we never even folded out his couch. It wasn't something we did . . . and it felt like it would somewhat cross the boundaries we'd set up for our friendship. So instead I redirected myself, finishing with, "—get some sleep. I know I could use some."

He looked back at me for a couple beats, like he was about to say something. Then he got up and offered his hand to help me to my feet. He kept my hand in his as we went to the back door. Then, one last surprise, he pulled me in for a hug, holding me close. "I had a lot of fun tonight, Melly," he said softly.

"I had fun too," I told him, feeling his strength as he held me. It felt strange, not just to be hugging him at all, but also the fact that I was naked and he was fully clothed. But his arms felt nice around me, so I didn't pull away.

Finally he pulled back and gave me his usual goofy smile to break the tension. "Thank you for calling me over. And for the pizza, the laughs, and the truly terrible movie." I laughed and he finished off with, "I just want you to know, you're a great friend."

"So are you," I said, warmly. I watched him walk away, back to his side of the fence that separated our stoops. I slid the door closed and drew the curtain, then went to turn off the TV. The room still smelled strongly of sex. The nearly-empty bottle of lube was lying on its side in front of the couch. I knew I'd have to scrub lube and various fluids off the cushions, but I felt too fulfilled and lazy to deal with it that night. That would be a Saturday morning problem. It had been a fun night, like he'd said. Both the sex parts and the friend parts. I always had fun with him. 

I looked up when I heard Vic's door sliding closed through the wall that separated us. I had a lot of new things to process. As much as I'd like to ignore the moment of insecurity and vulnerability that I'd felt earlier, I knew I couldn't. I couldn't explain it away, or make excuses. The truth was that it had happened and he'd reassured me as though he'd noticed. And that long, lingering hug . . . 

Plus, I was pretty sure he'd caught my faltering when I almost asked him to stay. And what was that about anyway? What was happening? During our casual sexy friend arrangement, was something more starting to stir?

I yawned and stretched, deciding these were also Saturday morning problems. I slipped easily back into New Melina mode and felt instantly better. I strolled across the room and stopped to look back at the wall one more time as though I could see through it if I concentrated hard enough. I dimly wondered if one day there wouldn't be a wall (thin as it was) between us at all. 

I shook my head and reminded myself I wasn't ready for these kinds of thoughts. I was, however, ready for bed. It had been a tiring, amazing night.

It felt like heaven slipping in between my cool sheets, stretching my naked body out and letting my tension fade. Before drifting off, I toyed with the idea of calling Vic over again the next night. I discarded the thought. 'This is a sometimes thing,' I reminded myself. 'A fun thing. If it becomes an every night thing, it could become a serious thing. And then what?'

I decided to stop thinking before I added even more to my rapidly accumulating Saturday morning problems. Instead I just replayed the amazing evening in my mind until a deep, restful sleep finally overtook me. Sleep was nice. That was where things weren't complicated.

Even though I ended up dreaming about him.

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Author's Note: The next chapter in Vic and Melly's story. I hope you enjoyed it. There could be one more chapter if I receive enough requests for it. So let me know what you think. No promises when it will appear though . . . I have a big, unexpected story in the works first. Thank you for reading!