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CNG (Cute Neighbor Girl)

By: CaptBionic



I was late in 2001. I was in my early 30's, and had been living in Chicago. I worked for a major retailer, in our local regional office. I had literally worked my way up from the stores over the previous 10 years, and was proud of having clawed my way up to junior management. Oh boy.

I had just received a promotion with the company. It was a healthy 50% bump in pay, so naturally I grabbed it with both hands and ran. The only downside was it necessitated relocation from Chicago to Minneapolis. 

I wasn't precisely thrilled, but I didn't have too many other options on the ol' career path. This, unfortunately, required the Big Talk with the girlfriend, Vickie.

We had been together for about 2 years, not counting the month we spent apart due to my need to pry my head from my ass. I was torn about what to do on this one. I loved her, or I thought I did. But if she came with me to Minneapolis, this would naturally be the next big step in the relationship. You don't follow someone across 3 states unless there is something in it. Something like, say, a ring. With a diamond. A big diamond.

So, what to do?

I enjoyed our time together. We shared a lot of interests. I am a world-class gear head, and you don't meet too many girls who not only can drive a stick shift, but can change a clutch as well. She was fairly laid back. A pony-tail and no makeup sort of girl. Very low maintenance for the most part.

Unfortunately, in bed she was about as adventurous as cold soup. She had a list of don'ts much larger than her do's. Not that I'm looking for anything kinky, mind you. But I'd be nice to maybe get a bit of back-door action during a blow job. I can't even get the blow job part. She'd do it, but begrudgingly. I don't like the idea of begging for anything. So, usually what would happen is I'd ask, she'd say no. I'd be miffed (she claimed I was pouting), and she'd simply roll over and go to sleep. There were all sorts of other boundaries as well, but I don't need to go too deep, I am sure you get the idea.

So, I decided I had to end it.

I felt really bad about this one. I was her first time (who meets a 23 year old virgin anymore?). But, I knew if I dragged her happy ass up to Minneapolis and broke it off with her there, I'd have to deal with 4 pissed off brothers of hers wanting to kick my ass.

So, there I was in a new town. Alone. I knew no one but my boss and later, a few other employees who found their way to the great white north. What the hell was I doing here? I wasn't sure it was the right answer to have broken up with Vickie, but, hell, I wasn't sure she would have come with me anyway.

I figured now was as good a time as any to buy my first house. I was living in temporary "corporate housing" (read: Hotel) when I was relocating. Hotels get old after a while. So, started on the house hunt.

Finally, I settled on a nice townhouse as "real" houses were slightly, shall we say, "aspirational" in my price range. This one was part of a duplex. Two to a side which faced two more identical units across a driveway. They were kind of tall and skinny, barely wider than the garage door that made up more or less the entirety of the first floor. Above that were two more floors, with a balcony above the garage. It wasn't fancy, but it was a place to put my stuff.

The weird thing about my new little cul-de-sac is that the two townhouses on a side faced each other. The easy way in to and out of your house was via the garage. So, you'd pull in, shut the big door, and never have to see or talk to anyone. However, you also couldn't help but see across the barely-wider-than an alley driveway in to your neighbor's unit. No talking with one another, just voyeurism. So most people kept their blinds shut all the time. Welcome to suburbia: packed in like sardines, everything painted beige, and a cold shoulder.

After a few weeks, I noticed a young woman living across from me, and down a unit. Nothing unusual about her. I guess she was in her early 20's. She was maybe 5'4", with dirty blonde hair in a pony tail. She was well proportioned. Certainly not skinny, but was in possession of some curves. And, a pair of weapons-grade boobs. All in all, she seemed to be an easy-going type of girl, and I'll take that over a smoking hot drama queen any day. 

She smiled and said "hi" when she passed by from time to time. Unfortunately; I'm certainly not one to start any conversations with girls. I was quite the ineptinarian when it came to making small-talk. But, she certainly was cute and seemed to be friendly. A smile does wonders. Oh well, maybe someday I'd talk with her at the swinging hotspot known as the communal mailbox.

So, after a month of living in hotels and finally buying a townhouse, it was time to actually get to work at work. I was a manager in a small department in our company. Like I said before, I didn't really know anybody in this office. But, once I acclimated to the people around me, things seemed to get better. I started to understand the office etiquette around dress, use of the coffee maker (it seems that it is not appreciated to make coffee three times stronger than normal with the understanding that people who wanted weaker coffee should just dilute it...), and the cliques of people who went to lunch and whatnot. It was still pretty lonely for the first month or so. Go to work, come home.

It certainly didn't help that I moved to Minneapolis in the fall. Just in time for the winter, which is lethal. So, my neighborhood's habit of opening the garage door long enough to get in and out spending no time outside was intensified. I didn't get to see much of the neighbor girl, except for the occasional mailbox sighting. But, she was still intriguing to me, even bundled up like an arctic explorer.

Once spring rolled around, people in Minneapolis seem to emerge from their cocoons. People go outside and walk or jog as soon as it's above 40 degrees. For me, it meant I could sit out on the balcony over the garage on my townhouse and enjoy a nice cigar.

So, it was late spring, and I was sitting out there reading car magazine, smoking a nice Fuente, and drinking a little bourbon. I had turned to put the sun at my back, on the magazine, and all in all, was simply relaxing. It was one of those days where you feel that life is good.

I noticed my cute neighbor girl pull in to her garage. When she got out of the car, she looked up, saw me, and gave a little friendly wave. The type that you give to your neighbors to say "Hi there" but not friendly enough to say "Come on over, I've got some fresh pie."

About 5 minutes later, I noticed her in the second floor bedroom. The sun was streaming at my back and right in her window. She seemed to be wearing the "corporate business casual" uniform of a buttoned down dress shirt and dress pants. She probably worked in an office setting, as opposed to, say Taco Bell. So that was a good sign. The next thing that happened almost caused me to drop my cigar.

She must not have been thinking as she just unbuttoned her shirt right as I watched. The cleavage was most impressive. Her rather large breasts were in a black bra, bulging a little around the sides and out the middle. The bra was a little lacy around the edges. She couldn't have been more than 35 feet away from me, so I had a pretty clear view. Ray Charles could have seen these breasts from this distance.

I didn't know what to do. I felt like a Peeping Tom for a moment. But, I couldn't look away. Would she go further? How did she not realize I could see her clearly? Hell, couldn't she see me? Maybe not if the sun was coming directly from behind me. I felt giddy and a little nervous. I had to keep looking.

She left the room, but was back in about a minute. I looked around to see if anyone else was visible. It was just me and her. I pretended to read my issue of Car and Driver, but was far more interested in the show going on across the driveway. 

She tossed what looked like a t-shirt on the bed, and reached for her waist. She unsnapped her pants, and kinda slinked them down, making her boobs jiggle wonderfully. Black panties were coordinated with the bra. She turned and walked over to her dresser. At that point it was obvious she was wearing a thong. I approved of this, as I am not a fan of panty lines. I also loved that she wore nice, sexy things even when (she thought) no one would see them. So much more interesting than granny panties. I had to guess she enjoyed being sexy, even for herself.

She reached in the dresser, and tossed a few more things on the bed. At this point, with her back still to me, she started to answer my silent thoughts. She reached behind her back, and popped the catch on her bra. She threw it aside and then bent over and pulled off her thong. 

A nice ass was presented to me, with a tempting hint of pink lips just peeking out when she bent over. She was certainly not thin, but her ass was very pleasant, with nice round cheeks. Spankably delicious. No tan lines to speak of just smooth creamy skin.

To say that my jeans were comfortable at this point would be a bit of an understatement. I continued to "read" my magazine, knowing that I had a cover story should anyone notice what was going on. But no one was around. It was still just me and her. Although I guessed she wasn't aware of my part in her little after school special.

She left the room for a moment again. Arrgh, I just wanted to see her breasts. I am a serious boob man, and she, my friends, had some serious boobs. To my relief, she walked back in, and I got the full frontal show I was hoping for. Her boobs were beautiful. Had to be D cups. Her nipples were pretty light colored; I could barely make them out from where I was sitting. They swayed so nicely as she walked, with a seemingly two little jiggles for every step she took. For their size, there was very little sagging ("just wait, gravity is an evil mistress" I thought to myself). I love nice boobs, did I mention that? Hers were simply spectacular.

I was so enamored with her chest; it took me a moment to realize that I hadn't noted if the carpets matched the curtains. I looked downstairs, and discovered her pubic hair was my favorite color: completely shaved. I love a smooth pussy, and, well at least from where I was sitting, hers was bare, with nice large, lickable lips hanging down. 

I wonder why she shaved it, and for whom? I didn't see too many guys around the place. Hmmm, something to think about. Did she do this for herself, or was it a holdover from a previous boyfriend? I added these to lists of questions to ask her one day, pending my suddenly discovering the courage to talk to her.

She turned around one more time, inadvertently giving me the complete 360 view. If I was mildly interested in her before, I was smitten now. Fairly light skin, no tan lines to speak of, certainly well proportioned, but not fat. No tattoos, no piercings. A nice, healthy, mid-western girl. And she was inadvertently twirling for my pleasure. 

I noticed that I had put down my cigar and was involuntarily rubbing my dick through my Levis. Not the most comfortable situation, so I picked my cigar back up and pushed the inadvertent Bill Clinton reference from my mind.

Then, just as quickly as it started, the free show wrapped up. She pulled what looked like a jog bra over her head and proceeded to stuff the boobs underneath it. It looked like she was trying to juggle bowling balls, honestly. Next on were the panties. These were purely white cotton affairs. Then she shrugged in to a t-shirt and stepped in to some sweatpants. It looked like she was dressing to go work out or something. 

It appeared that was it for today. I kept one eye on her townhouse while a tried to get back to reading my magazine. I still had plenty of cigar left to smoke. 

About five minutes after her quick change routine ended, her garage door opened. She tossed a couple of softball bats and a duffle bag in her car's trunk. She backed it out, and as she started forward, she looked up and waved at me again. I waved back, cigar in my hand, almost afraid to make any sort of eye contact. 

She must have simply not thought about the light entering her bedroom. I loved the show, however.

Later, I went inside and ordered some more cigars.

The next free show was about a week later. It was late on Friday. I was in my kitchen making a pizza. I had grown sick of frozen pizzas (bachelor's meal of choice), and was trying to roll out dough I had made from scratch. I was afraid of trying to toss it, New York style, lest it end up propelled by the ceiling fan into another room. The whole affair was taking far too long; by the time the pizza was done it would be about 10pm. How can it take 3 hours to make a simple pizza? The fact that I was on my 4th beer likely didn't help.

As I was rolling the dough, I was looking through the sliding glass door that went out on to the deck over the garage. I saw my cute neighbor girl (CNG) walking through her kitchen, with a towel on her head in a blue fluffy bath robe. She grabbed something out of the fridge, and seemed to just wander back out of her kitchen as quickly as she wandered in.

I saw the light go on in her bedroom, and had a somewhat clear view of the room. She walked in and lay down on her bed. She was apparently watching TV and eating some ice cream. Stereotypical girl night in. 

Why would she be spending a night in? It was a Friday night. I could understand that I'd have nothing to do, but she should, right?

Between sneaking peeks across the drive and paying attention to the pizza dough, I had managed, finally, to get something that was round enough for my purposes. I smeared a little sauce on it, tossed on some onions, peppers and pepperoni and covered the whole mess with cheese. I slid it in the oven, figuring I'd have about 15 minutes to clean up the kitchen a bit before it was time to pull the pizza.

As I started to wipe up (how did I get flour on the fridge?) I noticed that my cute neighbor was evidently engaging in an interesting hobby. 

She apparently found something on TV a bit of a turn on, as she had one hand in the front of her bathrobe. Her knees were up, and the robe had slid down, providing a clear view of her legs and most of her lower half. Her knees were together, so I couldn't get a clear view between them, but 

I had a lovely show of her shapely ass. I couldn't see exactly where her hands were, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out.

I moved to my bedroom to get a better vantage point.

I turned off the light in the room, so she couldn't see me. I quickly unbuttoned my pants and kicked them off, along with my boxers. I must have looked insane, wearing a t-shirt and dark socks as I slowly worked my now really hard erection back and forth. Folks, I was one raincoat away from become everyone's mental image of Chester the Molester.

I was pretty much leaning against the window, watching her. She seemed to be going slowly, only her fingers moving. But, she was certainly going to town. I tried to keep pace with her. It wasn't everyday you watched someone getting off in person. Time to slow down and enjoy it.

CNG had moved one of her hands up under her robe, and was pinching a nipple. She had both hands going now, but still slowly. It was so hot watching her, it was just unbelievable. I had to keep slowing down; otherwise I would have come in about 30 seconds. Slowly, she opened her robe. 

Now I could see everything. Her breasts had slid slightly to the side (real!), she was pinching her nipple again. She licked one of her fingers so they'd slide over her nipples more easily. Her other hand was moving back and forth quickly across her clit it looked like. 

God, this was awesome. I kept going at a slow, and measured pace, wanting to end about the same time she did.

As she got closer I could see her start to arch her back, moving her pelvis upwards to meet her hand. Her other hand had left her boob and was clutching the bed sheets in a tight fist. I wondered if she was loud when she came, but this was a silent show. She fingers were a blur inside what must have been a very wet, very hot pussy. I could imagine the squishy sound of her quickly sliding between her think, pink lips. 

With that her whole body rocked upward one final time as she thrusted, almost like a guy would. Then, she seemed to collapse like a marionette with its strings cut. She must have just come, and it looked awesome.

I stepped back a few paces, and lay down on my bed. I moved my hand faster and faster. I came within what must have been 30 seconds. I just seemed to come, and come. It was one of the best orgasms I had had in quite a while, and I had shot more and further than normal. I took off my now moist t-shirt and wiped off my stomach and my rapidly wilting dick. I stood, and tossed my shirt in the laundry hamper. I took one more look out of the window.

Oh shit.

She was looking right at me, hands cupped around her face and pressed against the glass so she could see. She was still wearing her robe, but it was open. Her beautiful tits were smashed right up against the window. Evidently, leaving my door open let in enough light for her to see me backlit, or maybe it was a street light and my white shirt. 

I stood there, frozen for a moment. 

She gave me a little half wave, so I waved back, almost automatically. I was embarrassed, and stood there like a deer in headlights. 

She waved one more time, then reached over and turned off a light. 

Click. 

She was gone. Show's over folks. I sat down on my bed to catch my breath. I guess being caught watching and then being watched was as big a thrill as the orgasm itself.

At that moment, I smelled something starting to burn in the kitchen... If she was watching me now, she would have seen a guy wearing only socks and an oven mitt flailing around his kitchen.

About a week later, our VP of our small department in the company brought us all in to a conference room. It seems, now that we were past the holidays it was time for a reorg. Reorganization? I was a little unsure what to expect. (Some of the seasoned veterans around the office seemed not-too-perturbed about this; evidently the company enjoyed a fair amount of org-chart randomization periodically). I was a little freaked out, however. Could I be out of a job? I had just picked up my life and moved it to this God-forsaken snow globe of a city. I was a little worried.

Turns out, I need not have worried. Our group was going to be merged with a larger team. This meant I had to relocate my cubicle to another one on a different floor. So, I packed my office stuff in a few boxes and trucked it to the other side of the building.

I got there to find a cute surprise waiting for me. 

"Hi, I'm Danni," my new cube mate introduced herself. She was cute, with blue eyes that literally sparkled. Her hair was a sandy brown with some blondish highlights, pulled back in a simple pony tail. Simple gold hoop earrings and an outfit that was slightly on the casual side of "business casual" completed the picture. As she moved, there seemed to be jiggles in all the right places. But, back to the smile. I love girls who smile. I love girls who give affection freely. I love girls who smile with their eyes as much as their mouth. Danni was one of those girls. 

"Hi, I'm Phil," I stammered. "Nice to meet you." That was the sum total of my "How-to-impress-cute-coworkers-playbook" right there. I should have just grunted.

"I've seen you somewhere, haven't I?" she asked. I was certain that I hadn't, and I certainly didn't think this was her attempt at some sort of pick-up line.

"I don't think so, I'm sure I would remember your smile," was my response. I thought it was cool, and, honestly, the closest thing I could have gotten to thinking on my feet. Girls were like kryptonite with me until I got to know them a little better. Usually the brain was moving too fast and too blurry for the words to make sense. She kinda chuckled at my remark. 


CNG (Cute Neighbor Girl) Ch. 02



Hello awkward!

So there we were. I was standing in front of my coworker, Danni, whom also happens to be my neighbor. The same neighbor whom I had spied "dancing with herself" the other night, while she noticed me engaged in a little "audience participation" during her show.

And now, we were expected to share a 6'x10' cube in our local cube farm here at the office.

She broke the ice. "So, after 6 months, this is how I finally get to know your name? I was about ready to go through your mail" she joked a bit with me.

"Well, I was going to introduce myself, someday" was the only snappy retort I could come up with.

"Hmm. 'Someday', yeah, right. I just figured people in our townhouse association aren't the friendliest people out there. We've either got retirees who've got nothing better to do than stick their noses into other people's business, or younger people just starting out in their first house." she said. "So, which are you?"

It took me a second to realize she was joking.

"You got me. I'm just putting in time here and collecting my AARP newsletter, until I get my pension. Now, if those damn kids would just stay in their own god-damn yard! You wanna maybe watch "Matlock" later?" I asked in my best '97-year-old-guy-named-Earl' voice.

That got Danni to toss her head back and laugh. A full blown, from the diaphragm, laugh.

"So, about the other night..." I started in.

"Not here" she cut me off quickly. "We can talk about things, but let's keep work, well, work, OK? This is already going to be interesting, you and I sharing a cubicle. Let's not let the tension-o-meter rise any more than it has to, OK?" she finished. 

Logical, and quick to come to a conclusion. One that, honestly, I couldn't argue with. Especially since we had to work together and I didn't want to have any discussions with our HR rep that included the words "jacking off."

"But, you could pick up some beers and we can get a pizza tonight and chat" she offered. 

Dude! Was I just asked out by a girl? Me? Her? Well, I can deal with that.

"Certainly. Sounds like a plan. Do you want me to come over to your place, or do want to swing by mine?" I asked even as I took a mental inventory of the condition of my house. Vacuuming? Check! Laundry contained? Check! No porn lying out? I'd have to do a sweep. All the beer bottles out of the kitchen and in the recycling container? Easy to do.

"I'll order the pizza, you bring the beer" she offered.

"Deal. Just do me a favor, not Pizza Hut or Domino's, OK? I just came here from Chicago. Chicago has good pizza. It's like Disney World for pizza. This town knows no good pizza. If it's here, I haven't found it yet."

"I'll get it from a local place, snob-boy. Are you always this high maintenance?" Danni teased.

"With some things that are important? Yes I am." I said in mock offense.

"Whatever. How about 7ish? Just come over. I'll leave the door unlocked. Give me your cell number in case I'm late leaving here, I'll call or text you." We exchanged numbers. 

"OK, I'll bring a six-pack if that'll work." I suggested.

"Oh, that should be plenty for a school night. I got to run right now. I've got to go to a meeting with a bunch of ignorant monkeys from Marketing who want me to do their job for them. If I don't catch you before I leave, I'll see you later then." Danni said as she grabbed her laptop and headed off down the hallway. It took plenty of restraint not to openly stare at her ass as she walked away.

At about 3pm I looked up to find the clock on the wall moving backwards in strict disobeyance of everything Einstein ever said about time travel.

I left the office about 5 o'clock and stopped to get beer on the way home. What's a good first date beer? Should I assume lowest common denominator and get a typical light beer? Should I get something a little off the wall from a micro-brewery? Should I go for something sweeter? Too many choices! Of course, I stopped at a place with a ton of selection. Had I just gone to a gas station I could have just bought THE only beer they had... I reached in to the cooler and grabbed a six pack at random. I then put it back, and grabbed something else.

Once home, I changed out of my office casual uniform and in to jeans and a comfortable V-neck pull over. I brushed my teeth (better safe than sorry), grabbed the beer and walked over. I knocked on her door.

Danni greeted me at the door, and admonished me about knocking. She was still in her work clothes.

"You could have just come in," she told me, "Like, what, you were worried about seeing me naked?"

More blushing on my part.

"Well, I figured it's like we just met..." I managed to get out. "I shouldn't just barge in to someone's house that's practically still a stranger."

"Please. We live next to each other and we'll be working together. We're on the fast track to be best friends. You're too smart, I guess, to do anything stupid. I trust you by default." Danni reasoned. "Pizza will be here in a few, let's start drinking these before they get warm." She regarded the beer. 

"Sam Adams. Hmmm. Not too cheap so I'd think you're cheap, but not too far out there that I'd think you're weird. Good, safe bet on the beer." Wow. Danni was totally able to deconstruct the (far too many) thoughts in my head around which beer to bring. What other thoughts of mine did she know? "Hey, about the seeing you naked part..." I started. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to be watching you the other night."

"If I was really worried, I could shut the blinds. I just usually don't worry about it. I mean our other neighbors are both too old to even see this far. I just got used to leaving the blinds open when the Naked Guys lived in the unit you're in now."

"Naked guys?" I asked.

"Sure, Steve and Bill. They lived in your place before you. They'd walk around their place naked all the time. Butt. Ass. Naked." Danni was waiving her arms around for emphasis.

"This one time, I had my book club over. My friend Kate went outside on the deck to have a smoke, and she saw the guys sitting out there having a beer. She says hi, they wave. No big deal, right. Until one of them gets up from his lawn chair to get another beer, AND HE'S NAKED! Like totally naked, junk hanging out and everything."

"What did Kate do?" I asked.

"She let loose with a "Woo Hoo" and waved. I think later on, after another half a box of wine she flashed 'em. They were just sitting outside enjoying the summer air, drinking a beer." 

"Turns out, and I'm sure you'll discover this, is the ventilation in our townhouses is pretty shitty. In the summer, you turn up the A/C. You are freezing (she pronounced this "FAH-reezing") downstairs and upstairs you're still sweatin' balls. So, trust me, come summer time, you'll be walking around in your underwear all day, too." I took this all in. I looked forward to seeing her in her underwear all the time.

"So, you walk around in your panties all the time?" I had to ask.

"Sure, why not? Usually I wear my bathrobe. All of the comforts of nudity and you feel like you can still sit on furniture. But, I usually don't pay too much attention, so I'm in my undies, my PJs, nothing. It depends. I really didn't care with the Naked Guys, I saw them naked way more then they saw me," Danni finished.

"Do you think they were gay?" I asked.

"Nope, certainly straight. I think they were old college buddies or something. They were just really casual and comfortable with themselves. It's not like I saw them jackin' it or anything too pervy like that" she elbowed me when she mentioned the pervert part.

"Uh, yeah, about that, I'm sorry. I don't normally watch people like that." I offered meagerly.

"Dude, it's totally cool. I liked watching you, too. I figured you enjoyed watching me, no big deal. I was kind of hoping if you saw me naked enough you'd finally ask me out."

"Well, if that's the case, what are you doing Friday night?" I asked.

"Nope. You're too late. We're coworkers now. I'm not that dumb to be screwing around with people I have to work with. Well, not anymore at least. It just makes things too uncomfortable. Plus, we're in the same cube... So, no dating for us. Sorry. You blew it" she finished her speech and got up to grab another beer. I was feeling pretty sad, if I had only not waited so long...

"Hey, I'm going to get out of these work clothes, these pants are killing me and I've got a turbo-wedgie" she said as she got up. "Don't go anywhere..." she admonished. She headed upstairs to her bedroom to change. Like I was going to be leaving at this point. I got up and grabbed my second beer. By the time the pizza got here, I'd need to get more beer. Why don't places deliver pizza and beer, I wondered. Sounds like a good business model to me. I could start a business with that idea.

I busied myself looking around Danni's living room. Lots of art from Spain and some pictures of friends. A few pictures of her in what looked like Europe. I'd have to ask her about those. Cue the doorbell. 

"Shit!" I hear from up the stairwell. "Can you grab my purse, it on the kitchen counter?"

"Sure, do you want me to get the pizza? I think I've got a $20 on me." I offered.

"No, you got the beer, and I've got a coupon for a free pizza cause they fucked up my order before. The coupon is in my purse though, just bring it up here."

I grabbed her purse from the kitchen and went to the bottom of the stairs. I froze at when I got there. She was coming down the stairs towards me, wearing only a pair of panties. She may have had socks on, but I wasn't exactly concerned with her feet at that point. The jiggling coming down the stairs was unbelievable. 

"Ah... here" I croaked out. She was standing two steps higher than me. Her girls were right at eye level, and oh, about 10 inches away. Boobs in 3-D.

Oh, sweet Lordy Jesus. Very light, large areolas. Nipples that were about the size of the non-dairy creamers you got at diners. I could hang a hat on them. And, the whole breast was just simply spectacular. Very large this close up, no sagging. The nipples just pointed straight out, not downward. I had to be careful, lest I lose an eye. I know tastes vary with breasts, but if I could pick a pair out of a catalog, these would be the ones. And they were close enough that I could just lean forward and kiss them if I wanted to. She was leaning forward just a bit as she reached for her purse, and the girls swayed back and forth in unison. It was magic. 

She broke my trance. "Seriously, dude. They're just boobs. Hello? My eyes are up here. Here's the coupon and a tip for the guy. I'll be back down in a second."

The doorbell ringing a second time broke me from my bout with immobility. I opened door, handed the guy the coupon and tip. He could have handed me a large cartoon anvil at the point, I wouldn't have cared.

"Hey, don't get dressed on my account..." I managed to offer when I got back in to the kitchen. By then she came down the stairs in a T-shirt and shorts. It was glaringly obvious she did not have a bra on. Her shorts were just short enough that I could make out a little cheek. The shorts were kind of tight, maybe a size too small, and hugged her ass perfectly. The shirt wasn't that tight, but it was kind of thin and yellow, with a big drawing of a sock monkey on it.

She grabbed a couple of plates and we each grabbed a couple of slices.

"You really aren't all that modest, are you?" I had to ask.

"Nope, not really. I actually prefer being naked. I've laid out on my deck nude here. The other two neighbors are old enough that they can't see this far, but they aren't usually out and they keep their blinds closed all the time. No one can really see down our cul-de-sac, so why not? You've probably seen me naked plenty of times by now."

"So, if I wasn't here, you'd be naked right now?" I asked, ducking the implied 'how many times have you watched me' question.

"Probably. It's warm enough. Come on, let's sit outside and eat. I dare you to take your jeans off." She was up like a shot and grabbed her beer and her pizza. She headed out on the deck. "Are you coming?"

"You want me to take my jeans off?" I confirmed.

"Yeah, no one's out here," she turned around and mooned me. She didn't quite pull her shorts down far enough to give me a rear view of her pink bits. There was no underwear under her shorts when she dropped them. She turned back around, and kind of skipped over to a deck chair. She plopped down in to it, causing all sorts of bouncing under her shirt, and looked at me, arching one eyebrow. "You coming?"

"Not yet," I thought to myself. "Sure, why not?" I said out loud. I undid my belt and dropped my jeans. Good thing I wasn't wearing my "Star Wars" boxers today, just a regular pair of plaid ones. One of the things I feared, though, was that I'd be hard. And sure enough, I was partly stiff. Oh well, no hiding it. I grabbed the box of pizza, my plate and headed outside.

"Looks like someone is happy to see me." Danni commented, looking at the peak in my boxers. She kind of giggled as I looked around. I guess no one could really see us up here. 

"Well, it isn't every day I'm talked out of my pants by a cute girl. Take it as a compliment." I recommended. All the while, I was trying to sit in such a way that partially hid my hard-on. Her talking about it was not helping, and neither was sitting outside in my underwear while it was still partially light out.

"Oh, don't worry. Have another beer, and everything will turn out ok." She leaned back a bit and stretched in her chair, pushing her tits out. Her nipples looked like they were going to pop right through her shirt. The shirt was thin enough that it really didn't leave much to the imagination. It was a beautiful sight. Danni had a really nice body as long as you weren't in to really skinny girls. You certainly couldn't count her ribs, and that was absolutely fine by me.

Sure enough, despite my reservations on local pizza being pretty craptastic, it was actually passable. I let her know I approved of it. I popped open the last beer. By my count, we were even at 3 and 3. She finished hers, and stood up.

"I'm grabbing something else to drink. Do you want anything?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she walked inside, again letting me see the boy shorts that absolutely followed every contour of her ass.

"Nope, still doing well on this beer. Maybe in a bit"

She came back with a glass of white wine. She slowly lowered herself into her chair this time, no seismic undulations, unfortunately. She looked at me right in the eye, with her piercing blue irises featuring a conspiratorial glint.

"Take your shirt off" she commanded.

"Really?"

"Yep" she answered. She set down her wine glass. With one swift motion, she reached down with crossed arms, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it up. It caught slightly on the bottom of her globes, causing each to rise up and then drop back down. If this were a cartoon, there would have been an audible "Sproing." That noise would have been followed by my eyes popping out of my skull with an ah-ooga sound effect.

It was certainly starting to cool off outside. Her large nipples were poking out at least half an inch. Little goose bumps appeared on her light areola. She crossed her arms below her breasts, not covering her nipples, and creating what looked like 12 inches of cleavage. This girl could win a wet T-shirt contest in a bullet-proof vest.

"You really aren't shy, are you?" I asked the obvious.

"Nope, I think I actually love to be naked. It's weird, but I really enjoy it. Not really sexually, but in the sense I also enjoy a good steak or a nice glass of wine. It just feels good to be naked." She was smiling right now, and I believed her. 

"Take your shorts off, Phil." It wasn't a question.

"Wait, only a minute ago you asked me to take my shirt off, and now you want my shorts, too? Can't I just take my shirt off?"

"Nope, you snooze you lose." Danni leaned back in her chair and pulled her knees up to her chest. She lifted her ass just enough to slide her shorts off. I got the beautiful sight of her pink lips peeking out from between her legs as she peeled the slightly too tight shorts down her legs. She wadded up the shorts and threw them at me.

"C'mon. I'm waiting. Let's see everything." She looked at me expectantly. I pulled my shirt off, and tossed it back at her along with her shorts. 

"Everything" she repeated.

I looked around nervously to see if anyone was around. Nope. There was no one. I tried to reason out the problem here. On the side of "good reasons to get naked" were: I liked this girl, a lot. She wanted to see me naked. I had certainly enjoyed seeing her private real estate. She had already seen me naked, from a distance. 

On the side of "bad reasons to get naked" were: We worked together. She said she didn't want a relationship due to that. I didn't know her name before this morning. And that was it. The fact that I was already done with my third beer likely was the deciding factor.

I stood up and started to pull my shorts down. The elastic caught on the end of my erection, pulling it down slightly. I paused there for effect. I looked at Danni. She was staring at my hands, waiting for them to go lower. A very mischievous grin was on her face.

"C'mon, I want to see it... Let's see your little fella." Danni pleaded. Her big, 'swimming-pool-in-summer-blue' eyes looked up at me. She batted her eye lashes. She was painfully cute.

"Little?" I asked as I pulled my shorts all the way down, allowing my dick to spring free. Now, I am certainly no John Holmes type, but I'd like to think I'm above average. "I wouldn't say little. Besides, you saw it before."

"Oh, that's pretty. I like it, it's a Goldilocks penis. Not too short, not too long, it's just right. Besides, it was kind of dark the other night. I could see what you were doing, but I couldn't make out any details." 

"Sorry about it being hard, it isn't as if I can control it. Must be because I'm around a pretty girl. A pretty girl who's pretty naked, that is." I offered. 

"So, when did you start at Corporate?" was the next thing out of her mouth. Like that, we were beyond talking about being naked and we simply were naked and talking. She didn't seem to mind, or even notice. I, however, found eye contact to be a challenge. My body soon relaxed, and my penis stood down from DEFCON4 after a few minutes.

We spent the next hour or so drinking wine (we exhausted the beer) and just chatting. How long had we been with the company, people we both knew, etc. We complained about the townhome association. Most of the people on it were older busybodies who didn't know how to mind their own business. They really did not care of the younger folks who bough townhouses here, and even complained when, shocking, an unmarried couple moved in. Most of them would simply have a stroke if they saw us out here right now wearing nothing. Scandal!

I asked her about the pictures on her wall. She told me about going to Spain as an exchange student in college. She stayed an entire semester, and toured around Europe for a while.

"That was the first time I got naked outside, by the way. A bunch of us American students were on a beach, which was topless, of course. No big deal to the Europeans, right? Our host family was there. The dad was wearing a Speedo despite the fact that he had the body of Homer Simpson. The mom was like the classic older European woman who seems to have her shit together and just gets more beautiful as she hits middle age. She was wearing just a little bikini bottom. She's tan all over. So, all of us exchange students are a little uncomfortable, because you just don't hang out with people this naked here in the US," Danni related.




CNG (Cute Neighbor Girl) Ch. 02



"So, I decide to just go with it. I took my top off and just sat on the beach. It felt AWE-some. I had never done this before, but I got a rush. Some of the other girls did too, but not everyone. I'm not sure anyone would have done it if there had been boys from back home with us."

"So, you got a thrill from being topless? Was that the first time you decided you liked being naked all the time?" I asked.

"Pretty much. Until I sunburned my nips. That wasn't fun. They just weren't used to sunlight. You can't wear a bra, you can't NOT wear a bra, it was no fun for a few days. But, otherwise I loved it. That night, I, well, I had to take care of myself I was so turned on. So, even once I was back in the US, I would hang out naked in our apartment, which kind of freaked out my roommate at first. Eventually she didn't mind, although she never really got naked unless there was alcohol involved. Now, it isn't really a sexual thrill, I'd just rather be naked."

"So, you don't normally masturbate in front of people?" I asked.

She smiled. "No, not really. A couple of boyfriends, once when I was drunk with a couple of girlfriends on a dare, but I don't make a habit of it. I guess I'm just more of a nudist than an exhibitionist, but I do get turned on sometimes if I think I could get caught. But, I guess I don't really mind if someone is watching."

At this point, the tension was starting to rise again, along with other things. I had been watching Danni as she talked about the last part. Her legs were slightly apart, and although it was getting dark, it looked like she was starting to get a bit turned on, too. I don't know if it was the beer, the nudity, the talk of sex and showing off, but I was seriously attracted to this girl now. If she said "let's go," we'd go. There would be no hesitation whatsoever on my part.

"What about you? You live alone; ever get tired of jerking off by yourself? Ever try to do it somewhere dangerous?" she asked. I could tell the alcohol was certainly getting to both of us and the conversation had nowhere to go but the gutter. 

I was fully hard at this point, and Danni's nipples were rock hard, and her pussy was pretty clearly starting to get wet. Even in the dark, I could see her inner lips peeking out, in all their moist, pink glory. Whatever thoughts either of us had about not getting involved with coworkers were slipping away pretty quickly. Well I can only speak for myself here, but I was pretty sure it was mutual.

"I've been watched a few times. Girl friends, old college roommates once while we were all totally drunk and somehow we got free porn when the cable company screwed up. Nobody ever talked about that one after it happened. But, no, I don't normally do a lot of wanking in front of people." I told her.

"Until now. I bet you could you could blow a load pretty quickly right now. But," she stood up, "we just met, and we work together. We probably shouldn't. In fact, it's almost 10 o'clock and we both work tomorrow."

She got up and grabbed the glasses and the plates and started to go inside. Hold on. What just happened? I felt a little weird. Here I was sitting at a neighbor's house, someone I practically just met, I was naked, rock-hard, and suddenly by myself.  

"Sorry to boot you, but I'm gonna crash here pretty soon, and I probably drank too much wine already. I usually get to the office early to work out, so I'll be up and out by 5:30 or so."

She was more or less kicking me out. Evidently things got a little too intense for her, I guess. So, best to end it now before things got literally and figuratively sticky. Still, I was confused and more than a bit let down.

I got up and started to pick up my clothes. Once I was inside, I started to get dressed.

"Stop. What are you doing?" she asked. "You can walk home naked. It's only, what, 30-40 feet? I bet you can run for it and no one will see you." She was grinning that evil grin again. I loved it.

"Ok, but if it is a dare, what do I get if I do it?" I asked.

"Next time we hang out, I'll make you dinner," She offered.

"And if I say no?"

"Then no more naked time for you over here." 

Hmm, that implied that more naked time was on the table, at least. So, perhaps she felt things were just moving too quickly right now since we just met.

"Wow, that's a tough deal. OK, watch me. I'll run home."

"OK, bye, see you at work tomorrow." She reached out to hug me. I like naked hugs from girls with big boobs. Her funbags felt wonderful squished against my chest. This was turning out to be an OK night on a lot of levels, even if things with her and I didn't work out to my liking immediately. 

"Here I go. Wish me luck." I sprinted out of her front door with her watching. I got across the driveway and started to punch in the code for my garage door. I never carried my house keys with me since I usually went in and out through the garage. The door started to go up. It seemed to be the slowest garage door ever. I looked back across the street and Danni was laughing at me as I stood there.

Just then, she slammed her front door shut. A second later, headlights swept across the front of her townhouse. 

Oh shit. Someone was coming, and the door was only up to my knees. I ducked down and rolled under the door, Indiana Jones style, reaching back for my clothes. I ran as fast as I could in to the house since the door was still going up and the garage light was on.

I got upstairs and looked out the patio door over to Danni's place. She was standing in her kitchen, still stark naked, making a big show of pointing at me and miming laughing, complete with knee slapping and doubling over. Funny. Very fucking funny. I guess it was, but I wasn't ready to get caught by anyone naked just yet. Tough one to explain to the cops.

I dropped my stuff in my bedroom, turned off the lights in the house, and went and brushed my teeth. When I got back in to my bedroom, still naked, I turned on the light. I had left the blinds open, I guess it really didn't matter much anymore.

I took one more look across the driveway. Danni was standing in her bedroom, in front of her window. She had a finger in between the lips of her hairless pussy, slowing moving it back and forth. I was hard in about two seconds. Soon, she had two fingers going, her other hand was on the wall next to the window. She was leaning forward as if she had a hard time standing up. I, of course, had started stroking my cock. I felt like I had been hard most of the night, and I really wanted to come right now. The entire night felt like one prolonged tease. I guess the talk of sex and being naked made both of us horny. 

She was going to town on herself now. Her fingers moved back and forth, she sat back on her bed, still facing me, so I could see her pussy. She spent a lot of time with two fingers going back and forth on her clit. Her legs were spread pretty wide, I could see everything. She bit her lip, and rolled one of her nipples between her fingers. She opened her eyes, and looked over at me. She blew me a kiss. She was certainly going for showmanship on this one. She then lifted one of her epic boobs up to her mouth and licked her own nipple.

That was it. It was all I needed. My hand was a blur as I jacked as fast as I could. This was not the time to take ones time and enjoy sensations. I wanted to come, right now, right in front of her. I moved closer to the window so she could see. I switch off hands. I looked back at her and her fingers had moved from her clit to deep inside her. She had two fingers moving in and out of her pussy, finger fucking herself pretty fast. Her other hand moved to her pussy and ran circles around her clit. 

I slowed down my hand as I felt I was close. I looked up at her face from across the alley. She nodded as if to say 'go ahead.' I shot the first of several streams of cum all over my bedroom window. I felt my knees get a little weak, and I had to hold myself up against the wall as my hips spasmed and I shot five or six ropes of cum right on the glass.

I looked back at her, and her mouth was open and her head tossed back. The hand on her clit was moving back and forth as fast as it could go, her fingers inside her pussy still as she came. Once she slowed down after her orgasm, she looked over at me. She looked so fucking hot. Her hair was all over the place, her chest shiny with what had to be sweat. Her nipples were darker, and looked to be diamond-hard. She picked up something small from her bed, and looked at me again. She licked one of her fingers that was just inside her, and then looked down at the small black thing in her hand. 

I heard a buzz from the other room. It was my phone. I looked at her, and she nodded with her head as if to say "go get it" while she held up her cell phone.

I grabbed my phone, she had sent me a text. "U win, u came first" it said. I didn't realize it was a race. I laughed and looked out my kitchen window at her place. It was dark over there, all the lights were off.

I grabbed a paper towel to clean off myself, and then one to clean off my window. I didn't know how hard it was to clean up dried cum, and I didn't want to find out. I crawled in to bed tired, but happy. 

Wow. I was really starting to like this chick. Funny, sexy, totally at ease with herself, and a world class flirt. I know she said she didn't want to date a coworker, but we just spent the evening together naked as if it was nothing, followed up by a mutual jerk session. Why she kicked me out for the masturbation was still unclear. It was as if it was ok if we weren't together, but in our own homes. But, doing it together would cross some kind of imaginary line.

It might lead to us doing something physical together, and I sensed that was a line she didn't want to cross. But somehow, by her logic, I guess watching the other person get off when we couldn't touch each didn't cross that line. I wondered exactly where those boundaries lie. I was mildly interested in her before, but I was getting seriously attracted to her now. 

How the hell was I supposed to actually work while at the office with her sitting 5 feet away? 



CNG (Cute Neighbor Girl) Ch. 03



"Morning, Sunshine," my too chipper cube mate greeted me in the morning.

"Hi there. What's up this fine morning?" I asked. I figured we were still playing by the 'what happens at stays at home' rules.

You see, I discovered my neighbor Danni, who had an exhibitionist streak a mile wide, was my new coworker. So, while we might hang out naked and talk about sex in her house, while we were at work, it was very strictly work. 

All things being equal, I preferred the naked part quite a bit more.

Danni looked over at me with her blue eyes. It looked like the only makeup she wore was a little eye shadow, nothing too severe. When she turned her head, her pony tail swished behind. She still had enough of her hair down that a few strands of her light brown highlighted hair were in her eyes. I'd love to grab that pony tail like the reins of a horse, but I digress. 

"I'm having an issue with trying to get one of the databases to spit out the information I want. This new system is a serious pain in my ass," she said.

"Sorry to hear that, I can try to play around with it if you'd like. I'm not all that up on the tools you're using, but I can give it a whirl" I offered. 

Let's be honest. I'd help this chick paint her house right now. Do her taxes, hide a dead body, whatever. I was seriously attracted to her by this point. She was the right combination of serious and fun, girl next door and sexpot, smart and funny. You toss all of that together in a wrapper that includes a room brightening smile and D cups, and I was hooked.

"Well, I've got this guy from IT coming over to mess with it. If he can't get it to work, I'll let you bang away on it with a hammer," Danni replied.

A little while later, the IT guy showed up. He seemed nice, and didn't strike me as the typical tech guy, mainly because he was well dressed and didn't seem too over the top nerdy. I know, I'm playing a stereotype here, but you get my point.

Three people in our cube was a little bit tight. Besides, I found working near Danni seriously distracting. Although the cube was set up so each of us was pretty much in a corner, I found myself looking over at her constantly. Every time she moved, it caught my attention. I couldn't get any work done while I was here.

This could turn in to a problem pretty quickly. It also was the reason why Danni didn't want to date people she worked around. Yet, somehow, hanging out tipsy and naked in her living room and later watching each other engage in a round of self-pleasure was OK. Didn't make sense to me, but, it sure beat a sharp stick in the eye.

So to make some space, both physical and mental, I grabbed my laptop and headed down to our office's cafeteria. The company had finally installed a wireless network throughout the building, so I opted to go hide somewhere to work on my presentation. I wondered if this was going to be the case from here on out.

Around 3 o'clock I went back upstairs to find Danni still at her desk.

"Where've you been all day?" she asked. "I was going to see if you wanted to grab some lunch earlier." 

"Sorry, wrapped up in trying to get this project nailed down. If I don't start crossing things off of the to-do list, I'll get too backed up to function." I offered. It sounded better than 'I can't work with your tits going so horrifically unmolested right next to me...' which was the real reason. 

One of the things I've discovered about Danni in the last few days since we've started talking is that she seems unaware of the impact she has on guys. She was certainly no supermodel. But a really mind-achingly cute girl who is predisposed to smiling is wonderful to be around. Put that face and charming personality with a five and half foot tall body with generous curves, and it was magic. Unfortunately for me, the magic trick was working on me, and she made it difficult to think straight.

"Well, the cute IT guy hooked me up with what I needed. This shit rocks now that I know how to use it." She seemed pretty excited about being able to generate reports. I mean, data tables are what every girl wants, right?

"Of course the IT dude went out of his way to help you, he got to look down your shirt while he was leaning over working on your computer," I explained. Being a guy, it was pretty easy to spot motive in this case.

She looked down and saw that she had just a bit of cleavage peeking out from the top of her shirt. She looked at me like the cat that got the canary, but didn't she disagree with my statement.

"Hey, will you be around tonight?" I asked her. "I've got nothing going on, wanted to know if you wanted to come over and watch some TV. It's Thursday, which means "Friends" is on." (This was 2002, remember...) I figured every chick loved "Friends," right?

"Can't, I've got my bowling league tonight. Sorry," was all Danni offered. That's fine, I can let her determine when and where and how much we hang out. Christ, I'm way over thinking everything. 

Good job, self, not getting obsessed. 

About 4 hours later I was sitting at home by myself watching Ross and Rachel flirting with each other while eating leftover pizza. Boy, that was the best part about being a bachelor. The freedom...

Next morning, I got in to the office before Danni. We should seriously think about car pooling it occurred to me. I'd bring it up to her later.

Danni came in around 9 am. She was moving slowly and stiffly. She gingerly sat down in her chair.

"Hey Skippy, you OK?" I asked her, knowing the answer had to be some variation of "no". 

She turned to look at me. She had to move her whole body to do it. She was moving like a mannequin wearing a well-starched suit. It was kind of humorous, despite the fact that she was obviously in pain.

"I popped something in my back bowling last night. I don't know what happened, but I went to roll, and all of sudden I had spasms in my back. Today I am completely stiff. I could barely drive in this morning because it hurts like a mofo to turn my head. This sucks."

"It certainly sounds like it. Anything I can do to help you out? I'm fresh out of muscle relaxants, unfortunately. I can at least give you a ride home tonight, it isn't as if it is out of the way. Leaving your car here shouldn't be a problem," I offered.

"Oh God, that would be wonderful. I feel like if I could just recline the seat and lay flat I'd be perfect."

"OK, when's your last meeting today? We could leave after that. I've got a, let me check, a status update on a project that goes until 3:30, I could sneak out after that," I mentioned, checking my schedule.

"I'll be ready to bolt at about 4. Do you just want to meet here at the cube or at your car?" she asked.

"Let's met here."

The rest of the day went smoothly. At around 4, after a small argument from her about being able to do it herself, I grabbed Danni's work bag along with my own, and we headed downstairs. Holy Falling Pianos, Batman, her bag had to weigh 30 pounds. Was her laptop and bowling ball in here? No wonder she's got back pains. 

We made it out to the car. I opened the passenger door for her, and held her hand (Loved it!) as she lowered herself gingerly in to the seat. I know she was in pain, but it was almost comical to watch.

On the way to our cul-de-sac she commented that she didn't know how to drive a stick shift, I offered to teach her someday. The conversation was pretty light, she yelled at me twice when I made her laugh as it hurt.

Once we got home, I parked in front of her garage.

"OK, how are we going to do this? How are you with stairs? I'd offer to carry you, but you'd likely end up in the hospital," I started in.

"Stairs aren't too bad, as long as I go slow. I may need some help once I get up there, though. I you can grab my computer bag and meet me up there, that would be great." 

Taking her direction, I went and dropped my car in my garage across the alley and grabbed her seemingly lead-filled computer bag. I started back over to her place.

When I got to the top of her stairs, she wasn't around. "Yo, Miss Danielle, where are you?"

"I'm upstairs in my bedroom, can you come up here?" she called back down.

I got upstairs to find her sitting on her bed. Her eyes looked like she was about to cry.

"I put these stupid shoes on this morning, and now I can't undo the strap. I should have just worn slip-ons, but I wasn't this bad this morning. I feel really bad asking this, but can you take my shoes off for me?" she practically pleaded with me.

Too bad I am not a foot fetishist. I kneeled down, and undid the little buckle on her shoes and slipped them off of her feet. Without asking, I took her socks off, too, guessing that they would be the next order of business. 

I thought about seeing how ticklish she was, but realized she'd just kick me in the head right now. So, I saved that one for later.

"Oh, God, I feel so helpless right now. I called my chiropractor, and she said I should just relax. I was going to get a back massage, but they didn't have any open appointments this afternoon. I think I'll just take some Advil and wash them down with a bottle of wine," she said.

"Well, let me at least help. Where's the Advil, and what type of wine? No need for you to run up and down stairs. You lie flat on your back if that feels the best, and I'll be back," I offered to help.

"Right now, you're my best friend EVER. The drugs are in the bathroom medicine cabinet. Sorry if it's a mess, I didn't expect to have a boy in my room today. As for the wine, I think I have an open bottle of Chardonnay in the fridge. If you can grab that and a glass from the cabinet next to the sink, that'd be great."

I went in to the bathroom. Messy by her standards and messy by a typical guy's standards were in two different galaxies, apparently. Opened the medicine cabinet, and grabbed the Advil. I also noticed her packs of birth control pills, which was comforting in case things got out of hand one day.

I set the bottle of pills on the night stand and started to head downstairs.

"Hey, don't call me Danielle, by the way," She called out. "Only my folks call me that. I'm much more a Danni."

"Whatever you say, Danny-boy." I promised. I could practically hear her eyes roll as I went down to the kitchen to grab the other half of her 'medication.' 

In the fridge I found the bottle of white, it was a 1.75l bottle with only a little missing. Plenty for this evening, and it was a Friday, too. Interestingly enough, there was twelve pack of Sam Adams in there, as well. At least she was considerate. I grabbed a glass and headed upstairs.

Danni was laying on her back on her bed. Her jeans were unzipped, but still on. Black panties that said "Friday" in glitter peeked out. As least she got the day right. I poured her a glass of wine, set it down within arm's reach of her and picked up the bottle of pills.

"How many do you want?" I asked her.

"Give me eight. Those are like Tic-tacs compared to what my doctor normally prescribes. With that and the wine I'll be OK in about an hour" Danni told me. She sat up in bed, slowly, and I handed her the wine and the fistful of Advil.

"Where's your glass?" she asked. "I bought some beer as well in case you stopped by. It should have been right next to this stuff."

"Yeah, I saw it. I didn't know if you wanted me to hang out tonight or if you just wanted to go to sleep or something. I didn't want to assume."

"Oh, it's totally cool. You're welcome to stay. I won't be able to go to sleep anytime soon. My back hurts way too much and I always have a problem sleeping on my back anyway. Which sucks, because it'd be so much more comfortable with these things" she said as she grabbed one of her boobs for emphasis. "Plus, it isn't even 7 o'clock yet, dude. Sun's still up."

"Well, then, for this evening, I am at your service, Mademoiselle. What do you need me to do? You want the TV on? Food later? Foot massage?" I was hoping we could just kind of hang out and talk a bit and just relax. I was thinking if I was simply a good friend to her that perhaps there'd be enough of a spark. We certainly had an interesting night together earlier in the week, and there was certainly enough sexual tension in the air to taste, so maybe it was possible.

"Oh, a foot massage is always a good thing, but not right now. I feel like my feet are gross from being in work shoes all day. Stinky Feet. Bad. However, why don't you get yourself some wine or beer and you could, if you want to massage something, just do my lower back. If you can work out some of the knots, it will feel soooo much better tomorrow morning," Danni asked.

"OK, I'll do that. Let me get some wine." With that I took her glass from her and swallowed about half of what was in there. This made her laugh, which caused her to wince.

"Fucker," she teased. "Don't make me laugh, it hurts too much. I'd punch you in the head for that, but that would hurt too," she threatened. 

She started to unbutton her shirt. She did this in a totally matter-of-fact manner, so sexiness here. Underneath was a black bra that was more function than fashion. Of course, I still watched with the rapt attention of a dog who thought his owner might drop of bit of meat on the floor while making hamburgers.

"OK, this is going to be awkward, but if you can help me slide my jeans down, then I can just roll over. I could do it but it would kill me to bend over. God, I feel like I'm two years old having someone else undress me," Danni whined a little bit, but not quite enough to be annoying. She had her shirt open right now, and sat up a bit. I stood up and pulled it off of her. 

As erotic as this might be, I honestly felt more like a nurse right now. She was miserable, and I could, hopefully, help her out a little bit.

"OK, lie flat, and work your jeans off." I told her.

She started to work her jeans down, but they were tight. I started to tug a little in the cuffs and legs. Her undies started to slide down with them, and she seemed content to let them go. Once her pants her past her curvy hips, they came off easily. Her black panties, however, were left about mid-thigh, exposing her pussy in all of its pink glory. No signs of her being aroused, however.

"OK, what about the underwear? Good job on getting the day of the week right, by the way. You want them on or off?" I asked.

"Might as well take them off. You're gonna do my lower back right above my ass, so I feel like they'd be down anyway," she advised.

"It breaks my heart to hear you say "Take off my underwear," but I'll do it because I am a gentleman," I assured her.

"What a guy," was her only response.

I had her roll over, and asked her if she had any lotion, oil, or anything for the rubbin' part of tonight's event. She told me she had some actually massage oil in the bathroom, a leftover from a previous boyfriend. It should work better than the 'Intensive Care' hand lotion I was prepared to use. 

I found the stuff. It was scented. 'Passion Rain' it said, whatever that was supposed to smell like. 

I came back in to the bedroom to find Danni lying on her stomach, with a pillow bunched up under her shoulders and head. Her legs were together, and her arms were at her side. She was still wearing her black bra, but nothing else. I had to guess she had the pillow under her to make it somewhat comfortable lying on her stomach with those prodigious breasts in the way. As much as I loved them, I realized it had to be a curse carrying those things around forever.

"Ok, I'll start on your lower back. Any tips or tricks you want me to look out for?" I asked. I started to wrap my hands around her waist, with my thumbs pointing up her spine. Her bed was just the right height for this. It was a bed that had a set of drawers under the base. So, the mattress was at the perfect level for this, and I guessed, several other things. I wondered if that had been a consideration when buying it?

"Just keep this a massage, OK? You can pretty much rub anywhere, and please do, but this isn't foreplay, OK?" she cautioned.

"How about this? I won't rub anything that's pink. No nips, no lips. And certainly no penetration. Does that work?" I asked.

"That will be fine, and wonderful. If you want to do my whole body, you can have whatever beer is in the fridge. How's that for payment?" she asked amid sighs from me applying pressure to her back between her ribs and hips.

"Works for me. Rub a nearly naked girl in exchange for beer? That's one killer job description." I had to smile. In the grand scheme of things, this didn't suck. Although I did have to admit to some mixed emotions here. Hanging out naked was one thing. Touching, even if it was a presumably chaste massage, was something else entirely. It was simple more loving, more sensual. I knew that this was going to raise even more of my inner demons, but I went along with it anyway.

"Hey, speaking of naked girls, why aren't you naked?" Danni asked.

"Did you just call me a girl?"

"Yes, I mean, no. I wanted to know why I'm the only one here bare-assed. Stop rubbing and start losing clothes, Bubba. First, though, unhook my bra. It'll be easier if you do it, I can't reach right now," Danni commanded. When asked to unhook a woman's bra, you kind of have to. I unhooked it, and helped slide it off of her shoulders. She lifted herself slightly, and I pulled it out.

"Hmm, 36D," I regarded the tag. "I was wondering ."

"Why are guys always obsessed with the size of a girl's breasts?"

"I don't know. Call it some kind of repressed Freudian thing. All I know is, despite what they might say to the contrary, most guys I know are boob-men. Even if they swear they aren't breast men, guys can't ignore a nice pair of tits. And you, my sweet, have a really nice pair of tits."

"Don't remind me. Since I was 13, guys have been talking to them and not me. Even my dad's friends, which is kind of gross. So, let's just say the novelty has worn off for me. I'd be happy at this point with a perfectly below average set of B's. I'd have less back pain for one thing."

"OK, well let me continue massaging, then," I offered up.

"Are you naked yet? " She asked.

"Um, no."

"Well then get with the program." Danni ordered.

More naked time with Danni. I thoroughly enjoyed this. Yet, I also dreaded it. Why if this girl was lodged in my head did I continue to bend over backwards to be with her, to help her, etc. She said she didn't want a boyfriend, why am I still following her around? But still, I started to unbuckle my belt.

Shortly I was naked and, thankfully, flaccid. I really didn't want this chick to think every time she saw me it was a huge turn on. Well, let's be honest, it usually was. But this situation was totally relaxed.

I returned to her back. I started working the muscles along her spine, and just above the crack of her ass. I worked in the direction of the muscles, trying to think about to all those college human anatomy classes. This was probably the first time I had used my Bachelor's Degree in Biology in years, I thought to myself. I kept the strokes fairly light at first, working the oil in to her skin more than anything.

"Let me know if you need it harder or softer, or if there is spot that's too sensitive. I don't want to go all Chuck Norris on you here if you already hurt."

"This is fine now, but you can apply a little more pressure if you'd like," Danni pretty much mumbled.

I started to press a little harder, trying hard not to pinch the skin. I felt like I was putting a ton of pressure on her, but spread out over my entire hand. The trick here was to knead the muscles, not the skin above it. Glide over the skin, but really loosen up the muscles underneath.

Danni made some sort of exhalation/groan that I took as a positive sign. I expanded the area I was working on, covering the top of her ass and further up her rib cage. I had been working on her back for about 20 minutes or so at this point.




CNG (Cute Neighbor Girl) Ch. 03



"How far do you want me to rub?" I asked as I worked up towards her shoulders.

"At this point, you can do my whole body. I just feel like I'm melting in to my mattress. I should really be paying you for this, you're almost as good as the guy at the gym," Danni, again, mumbled in to her pillow.

I worked up her sides and towards her shoulders. At one point, I brushed the sides of her breasts as they were squished out quite a bit from under her. She said nothing and didn't flinch. So, I tried not to focus on them, but tried not to avoid them either. Man, I was over thinking this way too much.

I did the shoulders and her neck. Rolling her neck muscles back and forth, I could feel all sorts of tightness in the muscles there. I told her I'd come back and get that later.

As I was starting on her left arm, I realized that if I lifted it up at all, her hand pretty much flopped right in to my crotch. I tried to step back, and was successful in not rubbing her hand right up and down my penis. There was the occasional brush, though and that was enough to start blood flowing, just a little, but I managed to avoid a full-on erection. 

I spent extra time rubbing her hands and fingers. I had a girlfriend once tell me that was as relaxing and yet as sensual as having nearly else anything rubbed, and I believed her. Danni was not complaining, and looked to be only two or three steps away from sleepy-time. So, it bugged me to do what I had to do next.

"OK, I need you to rotate so I can do your other arm and then I'll do your legs. Put your head down at the end of your bed and your feet up here," I patted the mattress next to her pillow.

"Idontwannamove."

"It's that, or I have to climb on top of you," I gave her the options.

"That might not be so bad..." Danni said.

"Hey, now. Innocent massage, remember?" I reminded her.

"I know. I just don't want to move." With that, Danni kind of got up on all fours and started to turn herself around. I'm not sure which part I liked more, seeing her boobs hang down as she got up or the view of her pink folds from behind.

I did her other arm, avoiding her hand and my dick meeting, and then picked up where I left off on her lower back.

"Want me to do your ass and legs?"

"Yes, please."

I started on her ass. This is where things started to go wrong. As I was kneading her cheeks, I started paying attention to the peek-a-boo show that was going on. If I ran a hand slightly down her crack, I could see her little pink, puckered anus pop in to view along with almost her entire pussy opened up. Again, how far do I push this? 'Innocent massage, my ass' I thought to myself. Well, more like 'her ass.'

I added more oil and let my hands glide over her nice, round butt. It wasn't fat, but Sir Mix-a-lot would not have complained, either. Again, I slid my fingers right over her asshole.

"Don't try to stick anything in my ass, Mister," it wasn't a stern warning, you could tell she was joking, a little.

"Nope, nothing goes in there. I've never had a girlfriend who was in favor of it, I figure most women aren't."

"Oh, I've had plenty of things in there before, but we're keeping this a nice massage, right?" she asked.

Between the talk of possible anal sex and me rubbing close to her special holes, I started to get hard again. I chose to ignore it at first. But, this quickly turned impossible.

"What's this?" Danni asked. I looked down. Oh shit.

My hard-on was pretty much lying in Danni's hand. It turns out that not only was the bed at the right height for these sort of activities, but her hands at her side pretty much lined up precisely, too. She ran two fingers up and down the length of my shaft and giggled.

"I thought you said 'innocent' and here you are ready to poke me with this thing," she laughed. But, she didn't pull her hand away. She wasn't exactly stroking me, as it was just her finger tips moving lightly on me. But, she still didn't pull away. It was more like a little affectionate brushing.

"I'm sorry," was all I could get out. I kept rubbing her ass, and started where her cheek met her legs. I had to move slightly down, and my penis left her hand.

"Aw, I'll miss you little fella" she cooed. I was ready to give up all pretense of the massage at this point, but kept with the task at hand.

As I worked down her legs, Danni parted them. I took that as a good sign. If she was worried, she could have clamped them shut like a vise. Instead, she spread them enough that I could easily rub almost all the way around her leg. As I moved my hand upward, again I lightly brushed her lips. Again, I didn't focus on touching them or not touching them. But, I certainly didn't want to make it seem like I was going to dive right in. But, her pink lips were certainly inviting. She was shaved, or maybe waxed as there was no sign of stubble. If I was hard before, I was ready to burst now. 

Danni said nothing intelligible during this time, and certainly seemed not to mind my hands practically moving over her moistening box. She opened her legs a fraction more, or did I imagine that? I ran my hands down the inside of one thigh to her knee, and then back up to the point where I was pressing my hand against her labia. Then down the other leg. Her lips were swollen, her inner lips visible. I could even make out the hood over her clit. God, I wanted to lightly run my finger over it to see what she'd do.

Each time I moved my hand over her pussy I got a little more brave, the contact became a little more direct. Again, I didn't go inside her lips, although she was wet enough I am sure I'd have slid right in. Every time I'd slide up near her slit, there would be some sort of noise of contentment. Perhaps I was reading far too much in to body language, but I'd guess that she would have allowed me to go to town. 

I went for it. I moved one finger from right below her clit, slightly parting her lips, all the way up to her asshole and along her crack. Just enough to get a little wetness on my finger tip. Danni gave a sharp intake of breath and a short, cut off, high-pitched "Ah" as a response. Almost a whimper.

I looked down at her face, her eyes, which had been closed for the last 45 minutes were looking right at me. I stared in to those blue irises, looking for an indication that she was OK with this. Or I had gone too far?

One second went by.

Our eyes remained locked, neither of us even daring to blink.

Then another second.

Then she gave me a little, almost imperceptible, nod. Without taking my eyes off of hers, I ran my finger along her slit again, this time going in slightly deeper. 

She closed her eyes, another sharp intake of breath.

I ran my index and middle finger on either side of her clit, slightly pressing inward on her hood. I practically rubbed her lips together. She raised her ass in the air slightly, pressing my hand against her pinkness further. She made another sound that, while not words, would translate in to ANY language. 

I ran two fingers inside her lips, and poked a fingertip in to her. I continued to gently, almost tenderly, playing with her pussy.

"Please, stop" Danni sighed, sounding out of breath.

"Really?" I asked. 

Seriously, stop? Dude, what the fuck? I was just getting started, and I'd love to go further. Was this girl, this otherwise really nice and flirty girl, just an enormous tease? Why, not half a minute ago did she indicate it was OK to run a finger inside her, and now we have to stop?

"No, it's not you. I'd love to go further, but if I have an orgasm right now, I'm likely to hurt my back some more. And, from the way you were teasing me, it wasn't going to be a small orgasm." Danni explained.

"I'm sorry, I must have gotten carried away."

"Dude, I was totally in to it, you've got the hands of a Greek God, by the way," She rolled over, and had grabbed one of my hands, kissing the fingertips. Fingers that tasted of massage oil and girl juices, I'd have to guess. 

"Maybe next time, we can play a little more." She ran one of her fingers up my still hard cock. I guess that was the end of the fun. 

"I just feel like hanging out and doing nothing for the rest of the night. You up for that? Chinese takeout from the place around the corner?"

What could I say? I loved spending time with this girl. I'd hope that our teasing could become more. I'd only really known her for a week or so, but I was taken. Totally goofy. Coo-coo for Coco Puffs. And, unfortunately, left with a rock-hard penis I'd have to take care of myself again. God, I wanted to come, and I wished, some day, she'd be responsible for it.

She got up slowly off of the bed. She flexed a little.

"Wow, I feel like I can move a bit more. I am sure tomorrow I'll feel so much better," she said between sips of the wine still sitting on her night stand. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"I'm going to rinse off in the shower quickly, don't go anywhere," Danni said. She turned and walked, still slowly, to her bathroom. "If I don't rinse the massage oil off of my back, I'll have a rash tomorrow," she explained.

"Need any help?" I asked, hoping to get to assist with the suds.

"I'll be in and out in less than 5 minutes. Go get a beer or something, and I'll be right out." 

So, the answer then was "no." This was the second time she abruptly pulled the plug just before things got good. Was it me?

I sat on the edge of her bed. Still hard, and now alone. This woman had a natural talent for getting me as hot as a toaster and then, bam, no bagel. Am I an idiot for hanging out here? Is she a cruel shrike, or totally oblivious to the world-class mind-fuck she was dishing out here? She didn't want to date, but would fool around all the time. What's the deal?

I hoped she wasn't a cruel shrike. I really wanted to like her and have this work out.

I realized I was absentmindedly rubbing my dick as this point. It felt good, my hands still quite slick from massage oil. I'd have to try some lotion or oil at home, I thought to myself.

"Five minutes, I'll be right back out," Danni called as the water started. "You can watch me if you'd like," she teased.

"Nah, it's OK, I'll go get a beer." By this time I was starting to stroke myself in earnest. If I didn't there's no way I'd make it the rest of the night 'just hanging out' in her words. Five minutes should be plenty of time.

I remembered the feel of her wet pussy just a few minutes ago. The way she lightly, gently touched my dick with her fingertips. I continued to masturbate, right in her bedroom. What would happen if she walked out here? She'd probably approve. Still, I didn't want to find out. I continued to work myself, racing against being discovered. 

I looked around for something to come in. It wouldn't do to redecorate her sheets without her there as well. I grabbed one of my socks, and slipped it over myself like a condom. I had reached the point of no return.

The water in the shower stopped.

I went as fast as I could and started to shoot. 

"Almost done in here," Danni called out. I couldn't respond at that particular moment. But to hear her talking to me in the middle of cumming was just enough to send even more pleasurable feelings through me.

I finished the job, and milked my shaft to get the last drops of cum out. Didn't want to leak as we were watching TV or whatever we were going to do for the rest of the night.

I tossed the sock on the pile of the rest of my clothes seconds before she came in. She looked at me a little funny, but didn't say anything.

"So, is Chinese OK? What do you want to order?" she asked.

"Oh, I'm sure it isn't on the menu," was all I could say.



CNG (Cute Neighbor Girl) Ch. 04



It had been several days since I last hung out with Danni. The last time we spent any time together was a back rub that probably went a little too far before she abruptly ended it. We hung out a little that night, and watched some TV. We were naked, of course, as that seemed to be the dress code at her house. However, despite being naked and sitting rather close on the couch, my mood the rest of the night was just slightly this side of pissy.

I knew there'd be no avoiding her at work, however. It was with some seriously mixed emotions I went in to work. I'd love to see her. I'd dread seeing her. Mondays are bad enough as it is... I headed towards my desk like a man condemned to die in the most pleasurable of ways. 

"Hello, Babycakes. I brought doughnuts!" was how I was greeted. Could have been worse.

"Hmmm, doughnuts. Thanks. What's the occasion?" I asked while pilfering a chocolate cake doughnut with sprinkles. You can't go wrong with sprinkles. This Monday, at least, was looking up.

"Remember that cute IT guy who helped me last week?" Danni started to explain.

"The one looking down the 'valley of your dolls' the entire time?"

"I guess so. Well, since I helped me, I brought in a dozen doughnuts for him. I even brought in some for you. Aren't I the nicest girl EVER?" she asked, I hoped, rhetorically.

"Sure thing." I sat at my desk, and started to fire up the laptop. The sooner I could 'work' the sooner I could avoid pretending to not avoid talking about what we avoided happening Friday night.

"Do anything fun this weekend?" Danni asked. Boot faster, damn machine! Spin that hard drive! Go go go! It wasn't that I didn't want to talk to her. I did, a lot. But it just felt like there was an elephant there we needed to discuss. Of course, it could all be in my head. My head is an odd place, filled with weird things. Imaginary sexual tension could very well have a home there.

Of course, the Elephant in the cube could not be talked about at work. Too many others around and the conversation was likely to be a little to graphic for the watercooler. 'Hey, when you had your finger in me...' Just wouldn't cut it at work.

"Nope, just kinda hung out. Went to the bar with a couple of friends Saturday. Read a bit. Really, nothing special. You?" I asked, more to be polite than anything else.

"I just cleaned the place, caught up on book club reading, that sort of thing." Yes, cleaning. I do have to admit I did see Danni vacuuming her living room over the weekend. She appeared to be wearing only headphones. Her breasts were mesmerizing, swaying rhythmically as she moved the vacuum cleaner back and forth. I only caught a brief glimpse, but it was worth it. Again, how can I hold two such opposing viewpoints in my head at once?

We made a little more small talk until my PC finished booting and she discovered, much to her alarm, she had yet to have any coffee this morning. She went off in search of caffeine, and I was able to pop my headphones on without being rude. We didn't talk much the rest of the day, it was pretty uneventful.

That night, I was just preparing another gourmet meal of frozen pizza when the doorbell rang. It was Danni.

I of course let her in. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt and flip flops. She had brought over some beers, and said she wanted to talk. I graciously accepted the beers from her and with a sweep of my hand motioned for her to go up the stairs. As I followed her up the stairs, I realized that the T-shirt was all that she was wearing, mainly because from the angle I had, I could see her nice, round ass and zesty pussy lips as she climbed the stairs.

"So, did you get all dressed up just to see me?" I asked. With that, and without stopping, she pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it at my head back down the stairs. OK, I can deal with naked girls who bring beer over. But, if she just wanted to talk, why did she need to be naked? And, of course, that meant that in about five minutes, I'd probably be wearing only my watch.

Four minutes later, we were seated on opposite ends of my couch naked, and holding beers.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" I had to ask.

"The other night when you were rubbing my back. It felt really, really good. And, I could tell that it was going to feel much, much better in about five minutes. I was telling you the truth that if I came, I'd probably tweak something in my back. But, I dunno, I felt like we were moving too quickly or simply doing something we shouldn't since we spend all day together."

I had nothing to say at that point, and just continued to regard the label on my beer bottle. I would have been staring at my shoes if I had a pair on.

"In fact," Danni went on, "my back felt A-mazing the next day. Thank you so much for that, I would have been miserable all weekend. Forget the guy at the gym, you're massaging me from now on, if I can ask you to. I wanted to say thanks at work, but I thought we shouldn't talk about it there. We should keep everything cool at the office."

She continued. "I really like you, and I'd like to keep hanging out with you. I like the fact that you're laid back enough to hang out nude like this. And, I think I'd be happy doing something really stupid like sleeping with you, but in my own time. Can you be cool with that?"

"Yep, I can dig it," I pretty much lied. I'd have to dig it. I'd also have to restrain myself and not smother Danni like I was little kid who'd hug a kitten to death. I was developing real feelings for this little nudist tease of a girl. I knew we'd only been hanging out for a week or so, but it felt so goddamn RIGHT. She was special, even if you factored out the fact that she was horny all the time and had no problem expressing her sexuality with me in the room.

"So, what are you making me for dinner?" she asked. This girl knew when the conversation had run its course and it was time to change the subject.

"I've got a frozen pizza going, if that's OK with you."

"Sure, if you don't mind. I pretty much just invited myself over, didn't I? I figured if I brought beers and did this" she got up and pushed my face between her boobs, "you'd be OK with it."

"Of course, that's cool," I said. But, with my head stuffed between her tits, I'm sure all the sound that got out sounded like 'Obcurfmetzool.'

Danni sat down, and tossed her head back and laughed again. I had to look ridiculous with my hair messed up and a shit-eating grin on my face. I liked it when she laughed, though. I had to admit I enjoyed seeing her uvula as much as seeing her vulva. This was a sure sign I was hooked.

"How long until the pizza is done?" she asked. "I'm hungry now," she mocked whined.

I consulted the only item of adornment I still had on. "About 15 minutes. I've got something you can snack on... if you'd like," I said with an arched eyebrow.

"Maybe for dessert," she said, with a little more laughter.

"So, do you have any porn?" she asked, not rhetorically. With that she was up and browsing my DVD collection. I did have porn, all sorts of types, but nothing on DVD. I'd let her skip through the collection, however. She seemed disappointed to come up empty handed in her search.

"If I did have porn, and I won't admit it either way, I wouldn't leave it out for everyone to see, would I?" I asked her.

"You are a single guy. It's here somewhere!" With that, she turned around and started to walk towards the small bedroom that was on this floor of the townhouse. Her unit and mine had the same layout, she knew where most things would be by default. Just like at her place, the small, third bedroom on this floor was pretty much just useful as an office. My computer and bookcases were set up in there.

Danni sat down in my computer chair without asking, and jiggled the mouse. Sure enough, the last webpage at which I had being looking just happened to have naked women on it. What were the odds? 

Well, to be truthful, the odds were pretty good, really. This site, thankfully, was just a site with simple, cute nude women. I'm not in to images of women blowing goats or having pineapples rammed home, otherwise that would have made an already weird situation downright uncomfortable.

"So, how many times have you sat in this very chair and jerked off?" Danni asked. With that, she turned the chair towards me so she was facing me, tossed her feet up on my desk and spread her legs. Essentially, I had a perfect view right at her smooth snatch. Her tossed her head back to one side and grabbed her right boob with her left hand. With her right hand, she spread her pussy lips, and started to flick her clit.

"Ugh... Oh, ah, oh GOD YES!" she shouted as she faked an orgasm, very very loudly. "Mmmmm, feels so good. Fuck me, Phil, fuck me! Yes, yes... OH. MY. GOD. YES, Ah, Ah, OOooooH!" she shouted as she continued to pretend, convincingly, to masturbate. She dropped her tit and started to pound on the desk with her free hand, swinging her head side to side, sending her hair flying all over the place.

"Shhh, quiet, the windows are open!" I said, laughing.

Danni stopped her 'fake' show. "What, you afraid someone will think you had a girl in your room?" She giggled, and pulled her feet down. "Too, bad, you could have watched until the pizza was done."

"It sounded to me like you were already almost done."

Danni stood up and walked towards me. She didn't stop until my newly hard penis poked her in the stomach and her tits were pressed right against me. Her hair was still all over the place, giving her that 'freshly fucked look.' I looked down right in to her eyes, we were almost nose to nose, maybe three inches apart. "I'm not done with you yet, darling. I've just started," she didn't speak the last words as much as exhale them. Holy fuck, I wanted to kiss her.

She gave me a sultry look with pouting lips, which quickly softened to a mischievous ear to ear grin and a giggle as she backed away. She blew me a kiss, winked, and then skipped down the hall to the bathroom. 

"I gotta pee," she apprised me of the situation.

"You are a fuckin' heartless, tease of a bitch," I said as she walked in to the bathroom.

"I know," she said without apology, but with a chuckle as she looked back at me. She winked again.

I was kind of surprised and kind of not when she didn't bother to shut the door to the bathroom. Too bad, again, I'm not in to girls peeing or I would have blown a load right there as I could hear the pee hit the bowl and see her head in the mirror. Instead of shooting a wad, I went to pull the pizza out of the oven. 

I became acutely aware that one needs to be quite careful when cooking in the nude.

We dove in to the pizza. The thing about frozen pizza, they are like boobs. Even when it's pretty crappy, it's still pretty good. While eating, she asked if I would help her with a party for the coming weekend, for Memorial Day. Since it was a 3-day weekend, it meant one more extra day of fun and drunkenness, and who didn't want that? I agreed to help. She also asked me a very personal question.

"How many times a week do you eat frozen pizza?"

"I don't know, maybe 3 or 4," I replied.

"Hmmmm, let's see," Danni got up and went to the fridge. She opened it to find beer and mustard. Opening the freezer, she found 7 frozen pizzas, some ice cream, and corn dogs. She laughed.

"This is, like, a total bachelor fridge."

"I am, my dear, a total bachelor. So, I guess it makes sense."

"After we're done eating, let's get dressed and go to the grocery store. We'll buy some stuff so you can make me a real dinner tomorrow night," Danni said. 

I got up and put my shorts and my T-shirt back on. Knowing she'd give me crap if I didn't, I went commando underneath my shorts. Danni put her shirt on, but that's all she had worn over to my place. Even with me being taller than she was, I could clearly see her ass cheeks.

"Dollface, you're going to need to put on some shorts or something. I can see your ass," I lightly smacked her bare ass as I walked past, and she gave a little squeal. A squeal that said it'd most likely be OK if I did that again...

"Can I borrow a larger shirt?" She asked.

I led her to the bedroom, which, thankfully, was not a wreck.

"Do you just want a T-shirt, or a something like a polo shirt?"

She took a blue polo shirt off of a hanger in my closet and put it on. Now, I normally wear an XL shirt, but men's shirts are cut differently than women's. The shirt was long enough that she didn't have to wear anything underneath it, but her boobs were pressed together. She left all three of the buttons undone, which didn't show much cleavage. However, there was still no hiding the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra, and that would be the case even if she wasn't nipping out. And, thanks be to Venus, she was nipping out. Her nubs were sticking out enough that OSHA would recommend that eye protection be worn near her. 

"You can't go out like that. I much as I find it totally hot, it isn't really appropriate." I offered. "Are you sure that you don't want a pair of shorts?"

"Dude, I see women pushing 300 pounds in the store wearing tank tops with no bra and sweat pants. You can't tell me I look worse," Danni said. "At least I won't trip over my own boobs since they don't drag on the floor. C'mon, let's go. You drive."

We got in the car and headed to the store. It was still light out; it was only about 7pm. It appeared that Danni was enjoying the car ride. Her shirt (well, my shirt) was bunched up around her waist, allowing me, and anyone in a truck, to see her pussy. I was a little nervous for her, but she didn't seem to mind. She leaned her seat back a bit and just seemed to enjoy the ride. I asked her how often she went out like this.

"Oh, I might go commando under a dress if I'm going dancing or something. But I always wear a bra, I sort of have to. This is fun, though."

We got to the grocery store, and Danni asked if I'd be a gentleman and get the door for her. I walked around to her side of the car and opened the door. 

Do you know how women in short skirts are supposed to get out of cars? Well, this was more or less exactly NOT like that. 

Danni left the shirt bunched around her waist and first swung one leg out, then the other. She stood up, allowing anyone who was outside to see her lady bits, front and rear. She then smoothed the shirt down. I looked around, no one appeared to be watching. We walked in and grabbed a cart.

"Relax," Danni said. "I'm the one with no pants on. Your head is like it's on a swivel. You keep looking around like that, and the employees here will think you're stealing something."

I guess I had become nervous on her behalf since she didn't seem to care one iota about being mostly naked. But, no one seemed to notice, yet, that she had no shorts under the shirt. 

"OK, then, what do you want me to make you for dinner tomorrow?" I asked.

"I dunno, how about something Italian?"

I headed to the produce section. I was thinking something with green peppers, onions, some angel hair pasta, some sausage or chicken, easy. I started picking some veggies out. 

When I got to the cucumbers, well, it was too easy a joke to pass up.

"So..." I picked up the largest cuke I saw.

"Oh God, are you trying to hurt me? I'd be walking funny for a week. Plus, you'd look small next to that one, avoid the competition. Go for something smaller, with maybe a bit of a curve to it."

"How's this?" I held up a cucumber that was smaller, closer in size to myself when erect. It had a nice bend to it near the end, making it as close to a 'g-spot' cucumber as one would likely find this side of a fetish video.

"Perfect," Danni said while tearing off a produce bag and handing it to me.

"You're really going to buy this to use as your new best friend?" I asked.

"No," she replied, deadpan, "you are going to buy it for me. I'm worth waaay more than $1.39 a pound in cucumbers."

I had to agree she was right. As we moved out of the produce section, she stopped and started regarding the peaches. She looked over them, picked up a few, put a few back, squeezed them and seemed to be carefully inspecting them.

"Got a taste for a peach?" I asked. "Maybe with some vanilla ice cream for dessert?" I asked.

"Well, you grabbed Mr. Long Lean and Green there in the cart for me, so I thought I'd pick out something for you. Miss Georgia Peach."

"Thanks, but how is this going to be for me in the same way the cucumber is for you?" I had visions of her trying to push a peach up my ass. I'm not opposed to things going in my ass, mind you, but a peach seemed excessive.

"Oh, you'll see." Again, the evil grin. Give her a white cat with that look and she could be an excellent James Bond villain. Except instead of trying to take over the world, she's just aiming to rule my mind.

We moved around the store. Again, no one seemed to notice her breasts sashaying from side to side. Danni was as intent, it seemed, to stock my kitchen she was with just having me prepare one meal. She seemed to take extra delight in pressing her boobs against the open doors of one of the freezers in the frozen food aisle. That did two things. 

First, it left nice, unmistakable boob prints on the freezer door, and two, it made her nip out enough that a small bird, perhaps a Robin, could have used her chest as a perch. Well, two Robins to be precise.

When got to the checkout, Danni picked the line with the gawkiest, most uncomfortable in his own skin looking, 16 year old cashier she could find.

"Hi! What's your name?" she asked him in her most perky, chipper, Sorority girl voice.

"Uh, Conner," his voice practically cracked. It didn't help that Danni had given a little shake when she said "hi," sending her unrestrained shirt occupants bouncing off in different directions. 

Conner could not have described Danni's hair color if he had wanted to at that point, his eyes utterly locked on her knockers.

I started unloading the shopping cart on to the belt, and Conner started scanning items, without breaking eye contact with Danni's nipples. Danni did her part and innocently squeezed them together or absentmindedly picked a bit of invisible lint off of her boob.

When we got to the car, Danni's shirt had, amazingly, ended up around her waist again. She reached around behind her and grabbed the receipt from the grocery bag. Of course, when she did this, anyone outside of the car would have had the rearview of their lives. Danni didn't just reach in the backseat so much as kneel over the seat with her ass in the air. Nice, round, smackable ass, pink smooth lips, practically sticking out of the sunroof for all to see. 

"Dude, look at this," Danni said while punching me in the arm. "It's like Conner back there like only scanned like every third item!" she gushed.

"Did you just use the word "like" three times in 5 seconds?"

"Seriously, he was so fascinated with my tits that he wasn't paying attention to what he was doing. I'm definitely shopping there more often, it's better than coupons. Maybe next time I'll wear a white shirt."

"You'd use your boobs to get free groceries?" I asked mockingly. "Have you no dignity?"

"Hell, I use them to get free drinks almost every weekend, what's the difference?" she mused on the philosophical implications of using one's body for illicit gain. "Besides, I don't see you turning the car around to go back and pay for your free chicken breasts. So, which is worse? You using my boobs for getting free shit, or me using my boobs for getting free shit? I'm the one carrying these things around with me where ever I go..."

She had a point. We laughed about for the remaining 3 blocks to the house. 'Breasts for breasts' seemed like a good plan.

I pulled in to the garage and shut the door. Danni hopped out as the garage door was closing, said "Here's your shirt back" and tossed it in to the grocery bag. 




CNG (Cute Neighbor Girl) Ch. 04



We went up stairs to put the cold stuff away before anything melted. Danni set the cucumber and peach aside. Once everything was stashed, she washed them in the sink and told me to go get naked. I grabbed two beers from the fridge, and proceeded to sit down in my comfy chair.

Danni went to my block of kitchen knives and grabbed a paring knife. She put it in her teeth, pirate style, and walked over to the island in the middle of my kitchen. She put held the peach in her hand, and slowly cut around the top of it. Then, she did the same at the bottom. She put the knife down and with her thumb, popped the center "core" out of the peach, with the pit. What was left was a peach with a round bore taken out from pole to pole. A perfect cylinder down the center. 

By now, I had figured out what she had in mind, and was starting to get hard. Danni tossed me the peach, and sat on the floor facing me, with her back against my couch. Her knees were up, her legs were spread, and she started to rub the cucumber between her labia. Her other hand started to rub her clit and send the occasional finger in to her holiest of holies.

I was fully hard now, and held the peach in my fist. I slowly slipped my rigid dick in to it, so it was a sleeve around me. I was soft and moist, yet tight enough that it felt remarkably like a woman. It had to feel so much better than those "pocket pussies" you see in the back of magazines. I highly recommend you try this if you haven't ever...

I slowly moved it up and down, while watching Danni work the cucumber in to herself.

"So, how does that feel?" Danni asked. I had to guess I wasn't the first guy she had done this with.

"It feels good, I had no idea, I'd never heard of this before" I said as I slowly slid the peach up and down my shaft. My head peeking out occasionally as I moved the fruit up and down my cock. This felt so much better than my hand. 

This was the first time we had been in the same room while touching ourselves. It was better than watching across the alley. It made it hotter, more immediate. You could hear the noises, and smell the combination of sex and lust in the air. The breathing, the sounds of spaces being violated, and the sounds of thrusting.

Danni was really wet, and quite turned on. I had not seen her as aroused as this up close before. Her clit was quite visible from under her hood. Her lips stretched a bit to accommodate the veggie that she had inside her. She was holding it not like someone would hold, say, a pen or a fork. She had her hand wrapped around the cucumber like the handle of a shovel. It was almost all the way in her now. She was twisting it from side to side and pumping it in and out pretty quickly. She alternated between looking at me straight in the eyes, and watching my head pop out of its sticky home.

"Let me come first" Danni asked. "I want to be able to concentrate on me and then I want to watch you get yourself off."

"OK," was all I could get out. I had to slow my strokes way down, to one every 5 seconds or so. It was enough to keep me on the edge and really revved up, but I wouldn't come anytime soon.

Danni, on the other hand, now had her "toy" almost all the way inside her. She was using her index and middle finger on and around her clit. Her other hand was moving the cucumber in and out in an ever-quickening manner. 

She was so wet, everything between her legs seemed to glisten. I had never seen a girl this wet without lube or something. Her lips were starting to turn more and red as she got more aroused and the cucumber kept moving faster. She was flat out pounding her cunt now, her hand on her clit almost a blur. She started to make quite a bit of noise, none of it intelligible. She looked so incredibly hot as her body was building to orgasm, her face alternating between looks of pleasure, pain, and stress.

Shortly, she was over the edge, gasping for air. Her eyes were tightly shut and in a fierce squint. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts in to the air. She seemed to be develop a full-body blush as she peaked. Her hand moving the cucumber in and out stopped, and her finger on her clit slowed, but still made some slight moves to keep stimulating her pussy. The moan she let out as she came was quite loud, and quite erotic. You could see her pussy contract when she held the cucumber still for a moment. Danni continued to have full-body shakes as she moved just the tip of her finger across her clit. She was prolonging her orgasm, and just playing it out longer. 

It turns out, she was just get things going. Soon, she was back sliding the cucumber in and out, with the slight twisting motion each time. She seemed to go easier on her clit, her hand not quite a blur this time. She was just making a gasps and grunts for sounds, it was pure animalistic masturbation. It was as if I wasn't there (or maybe she was putting on a show). She was covered in sweat, breathing as if she had been running for miles. Her noises came quicker and her hand on the cucumber started to move even faster.

With a few tortured syllables, and a loud "Oh Fucking God," she came, her whole body convulsing like she was in an electric chair.

Danni laid there for a about a minute, moving only enough to pull a sweat-soaked lock of hair from her face. Her breathing was still hard and quick. She slowly pulled out the cucumber, she was making noises as if she was slowly removing a band-aid.

"That was fucking awesome," she said, each word punctuated by a breath. "I've never come that many times without a vibrator. I think I came 4 times. Fuck," was all she could get out. 

"OK, it's your turn," she said. She crawled the six feet or so between us and sat in front of me, still breathing hard, still covered in sweat. She put three fingers inside herself as deep as she could. As I started to stroke faster, she lifted her hand to my face, and stuck one of her fingers in my mouth.

She tasted amazing. Slightly salty, but always sweet. I sucked off each of her fingers that she gave me, and started to go a little faster. 

The peach really felt good on me, and I didn't need to move too fast to get things to start to build. I was stroking at a good, medium pace, rotating the peach slightly. At this rate, it wouldn't take to long to get me off. The combination of the live audience and the peach were new, and felt so good. With my free hand, I started to play with my balls, this was as much for Danni's enjoyment as my own. She reached out and ran a single finger tip up the inside of my thighs almost all the way up. This girl was still all about the teasing.

The sensations started to build nicely, again, it felt almost as good as a girl. The peach was softening up a bit, if I didn't come soon, it would probably fall apart completely. So I started to move it more around the top of my head, spending more time on the glans. It was totally unbelievable.

"Oh, God, I'm going to cum..."

"Do it, let me watch you, get off for me" Danni encouraged. Her hand that had been on my thigh was slowly moving up towards my balls.

I was past the point of no return, so I started to slow just a bit, and squeezed the peach really hard. Bits of the fruit were coming out between my fingers as I started to come. Danni's hand went under my balls and one of her fingers went between my ass cheeks. I angled my dick back towards myself to avoid hitting Danni with any spunk. I shot 5-6 strong bursts on my chest, the first one almost hitting my chin. It was easily the strongest orgasm I had ever had by myself, and almost rivaled any blow job I had ever received. 

I opened my eyes to see Danni on her knees right in front of me. Her hand was still cupping my balls.

"My favorite part of watching you do this with a peach is this part," she said. With that, she removed her hand from my balls. She moved my hand and the peach off of my still hard dick and put her mouth over my cum and peach juice covered penis. 

She started to lick her way around it, slowly, and oh so teasingly. She spent extra time around the base of my head and across the top. My whole dick was hypersensitive due to me just cumming, and she was causing such intense pleasure, it bordered on unbearable. She wasn't trying to make me cum again so much as trying to clean me off. This was exquisite torture.

"Oh God, please stop, its driving me nuts."

Danni stopped. For about 10 seconds. Then, she licked the top of my head again. 

Then she stopped again. For about 15 seconds. Then, she swirled her tongue around my head like an ice cream cone.

"I don't know if I love you or hate you right now," I barely got out.

She pulled my cock out of her mouth with an audible pop. "I'm OK with both. Besides, I'm done."

She got up, and then sat on my lap. She put her arms around my neck, and leaned in, her lips inches from my ear.

"So, how'd you like the peach?" she asked, knowing full well the answer.

"It rocked. The clean up was nice, too."

"Good, I'm glad you liked it and got to try something new. Hope we didn't go too far, but I'm really fine with it if we did. I could have a lot of fun with you, having a boy toy so close to home," Danni teased, pinching my nipple really fucking hard to punctuate the word "toy." 

We sat there and nuzzled and cuddled for a little while. There was no kissing, however. Again, that might be too personal.

"I'm heading home," She whispered in to my ear. "We've got work tomorrow. See you in the morning, Boy Toy," Danni got up, kissed me on the cheek, and grabbed her shirt. 

"C ya!"

I crawled off to the shower and then climbed in to bed. My confusion had eased somewhat. I could handle a fuck buddy. She seemed to be willing to hang out and have fun. And, I had to make her dinner tomorrow, the horror. I'm sure she'd be naked for that, too. Who knew what fun tomorrow night would bring?

Tomorrow daytime, however, brought work. I got in around 8, Danni was already there.

"Good morning, Peaches!" she greeted me, with a wink.

"Good morning to you, too."

The day went normally, no mention of last night's interesting events. Around lunchtime, Danni asked me if I had brought food from home or if I was heading to the office's cafeteria. I let her know I had made a sandwich with the stuff she tossed in to my cart at the grocery store the night before. So, we headed to the break-room to have lunch together.

They say in comedy, the most important thing is timing. Danni obviously knew this, as she waited until I took a big swig of my soda before doing the next thing.

"Cucumber?" she asked as she pulled a bag of cucumber slices out of her lunch bag. I had Root Beer nearly coming out of my nose for the next 30 seconds.

God, she's an evil bitch when she wants to be. 

I think I love her.



CNG (Cute Neighbor Girl) Ch. 05



It had been several days, several tense days, since the "Night of the Fruit Fight" as I've come to call it. (No, really, cucumbers are technically fruit. Look it up.) We had our usually flirty repartee at the office, but not much had happened on the home front. She was busy, I was busy, and after our last encounter that ended up with her having a "peaches and cream" desert licked off of my cock, there weren't too many areas in which we could "flirt" without it becoming far more serious than Danni most likely wanted.

Me? I was all in favor of full-on dating/monogamy/exclusivity/whatever. However, Danni was not, apparently, in full agreement. She had said she didn't want to date co-workers. We were not only that, we were cube-mates. So, interestingly, us exchanging cum was somehow OK, as long as it didn't constitute dating.

How does one define dating? To quote Justice Potter Stewart, "I know it when I see it." So, we weren't dating. There was more a mutual sexual release than actual affection. 

I felt rather affectionate, no doubt there. She did too, I'd guess. There had to be some attraction there. But she had some sort of imaginary lines that we shouldn't cross. So, I played along for the last few weeks. Her lines were pretty fuckin' high, mind you. We'd gotten off together, tasted each other, and pushed our own boundaries in some ways.

But, there was no kissing, no real expression of attraction, no making of love. I was certainly of the mind that I'd love to make love to Danni, not fuck her. Oh, at some point, I was sure there'd be wall-to-wall, over-the-top, balls-to-the-wall, let-someone-write-an-epic-poem-about-it, FUCKING. But, we were not there.

I'd love to be there, obviously. However, my feelings about her emanated from my brain, not my balls. I would just as soon stroke her hair as have her stroke my cock.

Danni had asked me to help her prep for an upcoming party she was having. It was to be the next Sunday, over the three-day Memorial Day weekend. As long as I got to watch some auto racing (I am a world-class gearhead), I'd be in for whatever she asked.

So, we planned for a party on Sunday. It was to be at her place. I helped her with the grocery shopping (with pants this time, unfortunately), picking up some beer, and dragging my ass to the butchers to buy half of my body weight in hot dogs (a pain, to be sure, but they are so much tastier than the store bought wieners).

Sunday rolled around, and I walked across the alley to Danni's pretty early. I helped her set up the food, and appointed myself Grill Master General, and grabbed my ceremonial barbecue tongs.

The party itself was pretty good. Loud music, people talking and free flowing drinks. I noticed that Danni had invited the cute IT guy. I also noticed that several of her "non-work" friends of hers were there, and they were pretty cute as well.

Of course, I would have loved to have monopolized Danni's attention. But, she was the hostess with the mostess, so I tried hard not to be underfoot every time she turned around. She did bump in to me several times, some of which involved a discrete smack on the ass (either hers or mine) as we passed each other. Since I had the tongs, I spent a good deal of time near the grill. This was likely a good thing as it kept my mind occupied.

I did notice that she seemed to spend some time with the cute IT guy. She got close to him. She giggled, and seemed to flirt with him. Leaned in to him. As she laughed, she put her hand on his chest. 

This was simply not cool with me. 

What the hell was going on? My penis was in her mouth less than a week ago. So, why was she so fucking friendly with him right now? 

Now, I did not have a claim to her, in any sense. But, still, what the fuck? Does she get to flirt with another dude when she and I have fooled around a little? 

But, that was the issue, wasn't it? She and I weren't dating. We were not anything but fuck buddies who hadn't gotten around to fucking yet. Both of us were free to see whomever we wanted. The issue was I didn't want to see anyone but her.

I tried to not "stalk" her at her own party. I mingled, chatted up a few people and manned the grill. 

One of Danni's friends was a girl named Becca. Becca was a friend from college, she was in one of the photos Danni had up from her trip to Spain. She was cute, red headed and slender. She wore a little tease of a white sundress that almost went transparent when she was back-lit by the sun. She was certainly flirty, and more outgoing than Danni, who I thought was pretty forward herself.

I hung around after most people had left and helped with the clean-up and recovery effort. It wasn't too bad, this had been more of a backyard cookout than a beer bash. Soon, it was just Danni, Becca and myself. Becca was a little too tipsy to drive, so she was going to stay over at Danni's place. After I dropped the last bag of garbage in to my trash can (Danni's was full), I walked back over to see if there was anything else that needed cleaning. It was around midnight, so it was somewhat late, but we didn't have to work the next day due to the holiday.

"So, is there anything else you need me to do?" I asked as I opened another beer and sat down on Danni's couch.

"Yes, I just realized we forgot something I was planning. The swimming pool." Danni said.

"Swimming pool? What pool?" I asked. It wasn't as if our townhouse development had a communal pool, and there certainly weren't large enough back yards to support one.

Danni got up, went in to the closet, and grabbed a box. It was for a kiddie pool, the kind that was about six feet across and two feet deep.

"I was going to put this out on the deck, but I forgot about it once the party got rolling," she explained.

"Um, that thing is almost as big as your deck. Would the deck take the weight of all that water? You wouldn't want the deck collapsing on top of your garage or having your Civic flooded." I wondered aloud.

Danni explained: "I asked Chad about it. He said that since the weight was spread out over a large area, it wasn't any different than having 10 people out there. Something about a person's weight being in a small area putting more force on the deck than this pool would..."

"OK, that makes sense. Wait, who's Chad?" I asked.

"The Cute IT guy you were glaring at all night." Danni responded 

"He WAS cute..." Becca chimed in from across the room as she picked through Danni's CD collection.

"I wasn't glaring." I said, perhaps a little too defensively.

"Well, you didn't come over and chat with him, either. He's a nice guy, he asked me out for this coming Friday. I think I might go," Danni said.

Becca piped up again: "If you don't want go out with him, I will. He was a sexy boy."

"Really, he asked you out?" I asked. I tried not to sound mad or jealous. But, in reality, I was both. Just as I thought Danni and I were getting closer, Chad the IT Guy becomes Chad the Interloper.

"Yep, he asked me out on a date. Sure, I'll go. I'm not dating anyone right now, why not?" Danni was looking right at me. She knew I'd feel a little ticked off. I wondered if she was doing this as much to prove the point that we were not a couple (and setting that firm boundary) as she wanted was to go out with a new boy.

"OK, well, have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do..." was I all I could say.

"Oh, do all sorts of sexy stuff, he was HOT!" Becca said. Becca was having a very different conversation than Danni and I was, despite the fact that she was now sitting between us. She was drunk and she didn't know what had gone on with Danni and me over the last couple of weeks. She was not in a position to pick up the subtext here.

"OK, it's not too late to enjoy the pool. Help me set this up," Danni was up and off of the couch. She grabbed the pool and went out on her deck. "Do you have a garden hose we can run up here?" she asked.

"I suppose I can get mine from the side of my house. I have a better idea for how to fill it, though. Wait one moment." I went and got my garden hose, which gave me a little time to think. I wasn't really all that drunk at this point, but my thoughts were somewhat erratic. They kind of bounced around my head a like pinball. 

I really didn't like the idea of Danni dating someone else, I was hooked on her. This was her way of pushing me away without hurting me, I'd have to guess. 

Evidently, the fooling around we had done was just that, fooling around. Fun, drunken, fooling around. She wanted to put shields up before she (or I) got hurt and in too deep. It was too late for me. I was in over my head. Both of them.

I brought the hose back in. Danni wanted me to hook it up outside, but I showed her my idea. I went to her kitchen sink, and unscrewed the aerator on the faucet. Once that cap was off, the garden hose might screw right on. We were in luck, they were the same size.

"Now we can have a warm pool instead of a cold one." I explained. We ran the hose over her couch and out the sliding door to the pool. Danni went outside with me to help with the set up.

"Oh, this works. This will work nicely," Danni said as we started to fill the pool. She kissed me lightly on the cheek.

While Danni was close she whispered to me: "Don't be upset about Chad. I like the guy and I want to see if it goes anywhere. Plus, you and I were getting too intense. You could always ask out Becca. We could double date," Danni said to me with a wink. 

Becca was inside swapping CDs and playing DJ for herself. She was dancing, well, more like bouncing around the room. The hem of her sundress was teasingly flying up now and again, revealing slender, toned legs. She was certainly feeling no pain at the moment.

We continued to drink beers and make small talk as the pool filled up. It took about half an hour. When it was full enough, Danni told us to hop in. I was wearing boxers under my jeans, I decided to just wear those. Danni offered Becca a swimsuit, which made both girls crack up. Becca was about four inches taller than Danni and much more slender. She had rather small breasts compared to Danni. These girls could not swap clothes. 

Becca just pulled her sundress over her head, revealing a white cotton thong and simple white bra. Danni slinked out of her jeans revealing a sexier, lacier thong with a matching black bra. Becca got in the pool, and slid down as far as she could. Her undergarments instantly went transparent; she didn't seem to care too much. 

This highlighted Becca's dancer figure. 

Small, A-cup boobs that wouldn't sag until she deep in to her 8th decade. Small, dark, pointy nipples perched on top. A small brief patch of dark public hair illustrated two things: 1) She sure as hell wasn't a natural red head and 2) She believed in a well-groomed front yard.

"Hey, we can see your little boobies," Danni teased her.

"So? It isn't like you've never seen them before," Becca shot back. "I sure Phil here doesn't mind," she said waving her beer bottle at me. "Do you?" she asked, nudging me with her foot. The pool was small enough that three of us in it were a little snug; all of our legs were intertwined.

"Nope, I'm a fan. Boobs are two of my favorite things on earth." I said which elicited giggles from Becca and a full laugh from Danni.

"Oh, then you must really like Danni, she's got these big ole jugs..." Becca went on. She reached over with a hand and grabbed one of Danni's tits and shook it around like a maraca. Becca was certainly feeling playful.

"Yep, they certainly aren't lacking in any discernable way," I agreed.

The three of us just sat in the pool for a while, looking at the stars and sipping our beer. It was fairly relaxing.

"So, Phil, you work with Danni, and you live, like, right there?" Becca asked while pointing in the general direction of my house with her beer. "Do you ever get sick of seeing her?"

"Nope, she amuses me. I think I'll keep her around." I admitted.

"Assuming she wants to be kept..." Danni muttered, almost under her breath. Sheesh, were we going down that path again? I had just, almost, forgotten about Chad, the IT guy.

"Hey, when was the last time you guys played 'Truth or Dare?'" Becca asked. She was too drunk to know that it was time to change the subject. So, while her timing was good, I just assumed the filter between her brain and mouth was simply offline at the moment.

"What is this, high school?" I asked. "I think it was, oh, 15 years ago."

"I don't know if I like the sound of this, but sure, we could use some entertainment," was Danni's input. She got up to get some more beers for us. I loved the look of her ass in her wet thong as she walked away. She came back looking like a classic beer wench, three bottles in each hand, and breasts thrust out.

"OK," Becca started, "Phil, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." I wasn't much of a truth man, and I wondered how bad the dare could be.

"Hmmm, you have to, um, pretend to give your beer bottle a blow job." 

And so it began.

Needless to say, as the night progressed, we all ended up naked and drunk. The game had quickly gone from "Truth or Dare" to "Pretty Much All Dare All the Time." Thankfully, on the few "Truths" I picked, Becca didn't ask if I liked Danni and Danni sure as hell didn't need to ask me any stupid questions to which she already knew the answer.

The dares slowly escalated, as these games tend to do. At some point, each of us ended up peeing over/through the railing of the deck on to the yard and driveway. Danni and Becca made out a few times. I wore both girls' thongs (but not at the same time). I demonstrated my preferred masturbation techniques on first a beer bottle, then, later on myself, but not to orgasm. The girls attempted to see how many of their own fingers they could put inside themselves (Danni: 4, Becca: 3). In short, we were really drunk and really horny. But, no one had, in a two hours or so of drunkenness, had really crossed that imaginary line of touching each other.

Then it happened.

"Phil, you need to give Danni a really sexy kiss," came the command from Becca. 

Ok, we hadn't done that before. In fact, Danni and I, despite all of the foreplay we'd engaged in up until this point, had really never kissed. Again, this was personal. Getting ourselves off in front of each other was still nowhere near as intense as a full on, mouth on mouth kiss. I really wanted to do this, but was drunk and nervous. 

Danni took this as a true dare.

"Bring it on, mister. You have to curl my toes," she said. She was almost taunting me. Was she was daring me to cross the line she had established between "friends with some benefits" and something more? She looked at me right in the eye.

"OK, stand up." I told her. I got up at the same time she did. Becca stayed sitting in the now really chilly water. 

I approached Danni, and we were, once again, only about 3 inches from each other. We looked in to each other's eyes. We waited, face to face, as if knowing that once we kissed, really kissed, there was no passing off our relationship as just a 'friends fooling around with no emotion thing.' 

I reached out and put a hand on each shoulder. She leaned her head back, and closed her eyes. 

Instead of kissing her, I turned her around. I pulled her back in to me, so my chest was pressed up to her back. My hard cock was sticking up, pressed against my stomach, and right in between her ass cheeks. I reached one arm around her stomach, right below her breasts.

With my left hand, I reached up gently, and moved her chin, tilting her head to the side. I then put my open mouth on her exposed neck, and slowly exhaled warm breath on her cold skin. I brought my lips together and drew out a long, slow kiss on her neck. At the same time, I pulled her closer. She started to grind her ass against me, and when she exhaled it was accompanied by a low growl from the back of her throat. I had moved my left hand from her chin up in to her hair. I ran my fingers in to the wet mass slowly, like a comb. 

My right hand, which had been around her midsection, right below her boobs, moved up to cup her left breast. I gently sucked on her neck, and teased it with my tongue. We started to sway a little.

We had gone from a sexy kiss on a dare to an expression of our suppressed feelings for one another.

I had moved my point of focus on her neck slightly forward, she responded by tilting her head back further. My right hand was now fully around her boob, my thumb going back and forth over her nipple. Slowly, I moved it in circles and pressed it down. Danni responded with a bit of a high-pitched squeak, which quickly faded. I moved my left hand from her hair to around near her mouth, my hand practically wrapped around her neck. I pulled slightly at her lower lip with my index finger; she reacted by opening her mouth slightly and drawing in my finger. She started to suck on my digit as I continued to kiss her neck and knead her breast. Her suck turned in to a bite as she got more worked up.

I moved my hand from her boob slowly down her stomach. She did nothing to stop me. I slowly rubbed over her pubic mound, where her hair would be if she had any. When I slowly moved the tip of my pinky over her clit and into her rather moist crease, she reached down and put her right hand on top of mine. Instead of pulling my hand back, she pushed it further in to her. She spread her legs slightly. I found her clit with my index finger, and started to circle it, still while kissing her neck and with her grinding her ass in to me. 

At this point, Danni reach behind her, and pushed down on my dick while she went up on her tip toes. Now, my penis was under her. It was no longer between her ass cheeks, but sliding between her pussy lips. 

It wouldn't have taken much but a slight angle change to enter her.

I was using two fingers on her now, rolling her clit between them. I increased my pace, and started kissing up her neck. She was moving back and forth on my cock, my length running between her lips, but not inside her. In fact, as I played with her pussy, I could feel the head of my cock poking out from between her soaking wet lips.

Danni's knees started to buckle a little as she began to come. I reached my other arm around under her boobs to hold her up, and kept the speed and pressure constant on her clit. She shook, and started to moan. The moan became a cry, which she tried, and failed, to stifle. I had almost all of her weight now in my arms, but I was able to keep my fingers going on her clit. She came what felt like one more time.

"Stop" she whispered.

I slowly withdrew my hand, and returned her weight to her shaky legs.

She moved forward, pulling my erection from between her soaking wet lips. She slowly turned around, and faced me, with her eyes closed. She opened them slowly. It was clear her world had been rocked. I was pretty sure she wasn't expecting that, nor was she planning to let it go that long. 

She got swept up in the passion, the horniness, the night. And, her self control had been sent out on a smoke break by all of alcohol. Danni, who had controlled everything up until this point, had lost control for a little bit. 

In a few minutes we had moved from just fooling around, with no emotion behind it, to a rather passionate encounter. Danni had said she didn't want to get that involved, and we sailed rather briskly past whatever line she had drawn in her mental sand.

"Thank you," she said. "And, fuck you and your hands," she whispered so only I could hear. I didn't know if she was angry or not, but I had to guess yes. I was too drunk to care, really. Fuck it, and fuck Chad the IT Guy. I was sick of following Danni around. If Danni wanted to be mad that I got to her, so be it. With hindsight, I'd have to say she was probably more mad at herself than she was at me.




CNG (Cute Neighbor Girl) Ch. 05



I sat down, and remembered that Becca was sitting there. She had one of her hands between her legs. It was obvious she was frigging herself during her front row seat to the 'Greatest Kiss on Earth.' Somehow, I had managed not to notice that a hot red head was masturbating at my feet.

"God, that was HOT!" Becca said. She leaned in to me. "Do me next," she slurred.

"Do whatever you guys want," Danni said to the both of us, but her comment was aimed only at me. "I'm going to sleep. Becca, everything is set up in the spare bedroom for you. Phil, I'm sure you know how to get home." Danni turned, grabbed her wet underwear off of the deck, and headed inside. It was all but a stomp.

Becca turned and kissed me as I sat there in the cold water. Before I could say anything, she leaned over and straddled me. She cupped my face in her hands. Next thing I knew, she had moved her hips, and I popped inside her.

Sixty seconds ago, I was kissing and getting off a woman with whom I was sure I was falling in love. Now, one of her drunken college friends was on top of me, bucking her hips and fucking me. I didn't stop her. She rocked back and forth, and kept kissing me. My thoughts, as fuzzy as they were, were still on Danni. 

I gave up just sitting there, and grabbed Becca's slender hips and started to move her back and forth. Water sloshed in the pool. Due to the build up with Danni, it really didn't take me long to blow my load, probably less than a minute. It was almost as if I fucked Becca out of frustration with Danni, but Becca was oblivious to all of it. She was drunk and horny.

"Oh, I needed a good quick fuck," Becca let me know as she rolled off. I wasn't sure the fuck qualified as good, but it certainly was quick. 

I instantly felt guilty. 

I fucked Becca practically in front of Danni more or less out of spite. I felt awful, even in my alcohol-addled state. My feelings of "fuck it" instantly came back to haunt me. I went inside the townhouse, and sat on the couch. Becca curled up next to me. If she was a cat she would have purred. I fell asleep.

I woke up about 3 hours later, cold, alone, naked, and still drunk. Becca must of gone to the spare bedroom. I grabbed my clothes, and walked home. What now?

I managed to not see Danni for the next few days. She had called in to work sick on Tuesday, the first day back from the three-day weekend. Was she avoiding me? Was I imagining this? Did I imagine that she was upset with me Sunday night? Was she upset with herself for not stopping things? Did she have a reason to get upset? I suppose she did. Of course, it was entirely possible that she wasn't upset, wasn't avoiding me and was legitimately sick. But, I doubted it.

Plus, I was still annoyed about her dating Chad the IT guy. Yet, I screwed her friend in front of her, pretty much invalidating any ground I had to stand on. 

When Danni came in to the office on Wednesday, things were still icy.

"Hey there," is all she said by way of greeting. No flirty nicknames, no perky, chipper greeting. She looked up, said 'hi' and went back about her business. This was going to be bad.

Of course, this is the entire reason why she said she didn't want to date coworkers in the first place. She was absolutely right. And that became a self-fulfilling prophecy. I suppose the blame lay with me; I was the one who got emotionally fucked up. Of course, when you are frequently drunk and naked with someone, it's difficult not to get in over one's head. She was the one who seemed to always be stripping off her kit. What did she think would happen?

I suppose that's the operative word: think. Both of us were guilty of turning off our brains when the blood rushed to our nether regions. A large part of the problem is attraction as well. People cannot control to whom they are attracted. She tripped my trigger on many levels. Being no more than 50 feet from her for roughly 22 hours a day didn't help matters. I got the distinct feeling that I was more in to her than her me. Which did not, at all, help the situation. 

If you've read this far, you know that I can over-think any situation. And this situation involved all sorts of emotions, attractions, hormones, and bodily fluids... It was, in a word, complex.

Well, the "not chilly but not friendly" work environment continued for the next couple of weeks. I had presumed that her and the Chad the IT Guy went out on their date. I hadn't heard from Becca, I did not know if she'd be clingy after the quick drunk fuck in Danni's kiddie pool. I also, rather belatedly, hoped she was on some sort of birth control.

After a few weeks of nothingness, Danni opened up slightly.

"Hey, mind if I come over to talk tonight?" she asked.

"That's cool. Want me to make some food or something?"

"No, it won't be that long. I just wanted to see if you'd be home tonight," she explained.

"Where else would I be?" I asked by way of reply. Really, where else would I be?

Eight o'clock rolled around, and I heard the doorbell. I really figured Danni and I were beyond the knocking stage, but I still went down and opened the door. She was fully clothed, still wearing what she had worn that day to the office. The fact that she didn't come over wearing only a smile was the first tip off.

"Hi," was all she said.

"How are you?" I asked, as I lead her upstairs.

"Do you want something to drink?" I asked.

"Water would be good," she said. I brought Danni a glass of water. I was already 4 ounces in to a bottle of beer. I just took it with me as I sat in my comfy chair, leaving the couch to Danni.

"So, what's up?" I asked.

"Well, I felt like we needed to talk, but that's stating the obvious. Can we still be friends, and be civil here?" she asked.

"Sure, I thought we were civil the last couple of weeks. I just didn't think either one of us was happy, that's all," I responded.

"Well, I'm not really. I am kind of pissed off at you. You screwed my friend Becca right there in MY house with me practically in the room. That hurt," Danni explained. "Then, you sneak off in the middle of the night. Becca was hurt, too."

"Hurt? You're the one set to date Chad the IT Guy. How do you think that made me feel? One moment we're enjoying a perfectly intense moment with each other, the next you want to date someone else. I figured at that point, all allegiances were off," I explained. Inside, however, I was ready to cave. I was sorry. But I was mad, too.

"Well, things got complicated, as I knew they would. This is why I said I didn't want to date a coworker. This would happen. Lucky for us, at least no one else knows what's up. Becca doesn't even know. I had to sit there and listen to her go on about how she felt used because she screwed a stranger at a party, but I couldn't tell her I was mad at her because I had feelings for the guy she was fucking."

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to for that to happen. I sat down, and the next thing I knew, she was straddling me," I told Danni. I knew it sounded pitifully hollow as soon as it left my lips.

"Yes, I noticed you were so incapacitated that you couldn't have moved the 120lb girl off of your lap amid all the thrusting," Danni replied in a rather snarky fashion.

"Alright, so how was your date with Chad the IT Guy?"

"Boatman. Chad Boatman. His last name is not 'The IT Guy.' We've gone out a couple of times. He seems really nice. I've had fun," Danni explained.

"Sleep with him yet?" I asked, totally inappropriately.

"That's none of your business!" Danni fired back. 

"But, no, I haven't. He hasn't even seen me naked yet, just a few kisses, if you must know. I feel like you are the only person I can share this with, even though you are part of the problem. God, this is a fucked up situation."

"Yes, I'm sorry I let it get this bad," I offered a slight apology. "I am sorry I developed real feelings for you. But, you had to know something would happen if we kept fooling around and watching each other get off."

"Well, I've moved on. I want to see where this goes with Chad. Can you be OK with that?"

"I guess I have to," was all I could answer. 

And with that, Danni was back in control of the relationship.

"I'm moving to another department at work, by the way," Danni went on. "I put in for a spot in Marketing, and it's a nice promotion. It might make it easier for you if we aren't next to each other all day long. I still really want to be friends with you. You seem to get me, and not everyone does," Danni said.

"Here," she reached in to her pocket, "I'm supposed to give this to you." She handed me a folded scrap of paper. I opened it, not knowing what to expect. It was a phone number.

"It's Becca's cell number. She wouldn't mind going out with you, she said. I think she likes you. I also think maybe she'll feel less bad about a one night stand at a party, if you guys go out a few times. Me, I think you at least owe her dinner for bonking her," Danni added her editorial.

"Hey, she fucked me, remember," I said. This got a little, a very little, chuckle from Danni. 

"I'll call her. Maybe we can double sometime?" I offered.

"Sure, we can try. Call her soon, though, it's already been a couple of weeks."

With that, Danni stood up. "Thanks for the talk, I feel like we needed to get this out. I'll see you tomorrow at the office."

I led her to the door. I opened it for her, and she paused. She turned, and gave me a brief peck on the check. She looked at me right in the eyes, and with an almost sad smile, walked to her house. I watched her go until she had shut her front door.

The next week or so at work wasn't too bad. It got easier after that when Danni started her new position and she moved to another floor. I missed her, yet, I also enjoyed not being on pins and needles all the time when she was close enough to touch, or to smell her perfume. We still saw each other from time to time, usually a couple of times a week. As the weeks went on, we got more cordial when we did see each other, but not anything I'd call overly friendly.

I had taken Danni's advice and called Becca. I really wasn't all that attracted to her, to be honest. Oh, she was attractive, mind you. She was a little bucket of smoldering hotness. I was willing to bet her little dancer's body was, if I had to pick one word, bendy. 

Still, she just didn't really do it for me.

However, I told Danni that I'd make a bit of an honest woman out of Becca, so I figured, three dates and I'd be safe. Becca would see there was no spark, and it'd be over. 

Around the same time, I noticed that Danni had taken to either shutting her blinds or simply didn't parade around in the altogether all that often any longer. I gave her credit for knowing, at least, that seeing her in the buff would likely not sit well with me. Or, more correctly, it'd sit too well, sending the wrong message.

A few times I noticed what must have been Chad's car outside. I tried not to get jealous when I noticed it was there overnight. Again, it was difficult to deal with. But I still had feelings for Danni, that's all there was to it. It would be so much easier if people could turn attraction on and off like a switch.

That Friday, I was sitting in a decent Chinese restaurant with Becca. It was a casual place, I thought. So I wore a polo shirt and khakis, pretty casual. 

Becca, on the other hand, was dressed practically to go clubbing. The proverbial little black dress. No bra (not that she needed one, but if would have made her nipples less apparent to the people across the room). She had on a pair of heels that allowed us to see eye to eye. Her red hair was worn mostly up, except for a few stray ringlets that hung loose. She was trying to exude sex appeal. She was in full predator mode. It was hard to ignore, she pulled out all of the stops. 

Surprisingly, the conversation wasn't that bad. I was expecting more of a sorority girl, but Becca could hold her own. Perhaps it was because she was sober this time. She had a few points of view that weren't in line with my own, but she was able to discuss them dispassionately, and objectively. That made for at least some intelligent discourse, something that I seemed to be lacking in my life.

Nowhere in the evening did the quick, drunk screw in the kiddie pool at Danni's come up. In fact, Becca seemed to steer clear of Danni as a topic, despite having studied abroad with her. I don't know if that directive came from Danni, or Becca didn't wish to bring up the competition, if she even saw her that way.

So, after dinner and a few drinks and a little dancing, I was dropping Becca off back at home. It was about 11pm. Not too early that she'd think I was ditching her, but not too late, either. I was, as I said, prepared to simply drop her off. She had other ideas.

"Why don't you come inside for one more beer?" she asked as we pulled up to her apartment complex. She didn't live too far from me, so I wasn't worried about another beer. I had been pacing myself all night, knowing I not only had to drive home but that I didn't want to do anything stupid with Becca.

Being a sucker for beer (it's third on my list of favorite things, #1 and #2 being boobs) I agreed to come in for one. 

Her apartment was interesting. It was certainly the female analog to my bachelor's pad. It wasn't so clean that that I'd think she was a neat freak, but it wasn't too cluttered, either. 

Becca went to the fridge, and asked me what kind of beer I'd like. My options were something bitter and dark, or "sweet and red, like me" she said. I sat on a barstool that was next to the kitchen counter.

Sensing that there was only one right answer here, I took the red ale. Becca reached in to her cabinet to grab a glass. Her dress rode up, but not quite enough for me to see her ass. But, I still looked. Becca opened the bottle for me, and poured like a pro. She set the glass and the bottle in front of me. I checked out the bottle, it was from some small micro-brewery in Colorado. I was mildly surprised that a girl would have a beer this far off of the beaten track in her fridge. Maybe she liked beer? More likely my oh-so-helpful neighbor tipped her off. I also noticed the beer was nearly 10% alcohol. Surely she wasn't trying to get me drunk...

"Hey, I'm going to go do the proverbial "slip in to something more comfortable." Stay here, I'll be right back." Becca turned and walked towards her bedroom. She started to pull her dress over her head as she turned the corner. She was either wearing a g-string that was well and truly lost between her ass cheeks or she had gone commando. She didn't shut the door to her bedroom when she went in.

She was back out in a flash. Her curly red hair was down around her shoulders, highlighting her pale skin. She had put on a white spaghetti-strap tank top that was pretty snug and a pair of blue boxer shorts that had the waistband rolled down quite a bit. Certainly no sweat pants and a t-shirt here. In fact, as she came in to the light, it was pretty obvious that I could make out her small, dark nipples through the tank. Becca's boobs were small, and she certainly appeared to always be nipping out. The white tank did nothing to hide her nipples at all. 

In fact, the best way to describe Becca is that she was almost the physical opposite of Danni. She was taller, and toned. Hard where Danni was soft. Tight, flat and smooth, where Danni was all luscious compound curves. Becca was the modern interpretation of hot, where Danni was more of the classical interpretation of beauty. I really started to notice more of her body, whereas the night at Danni's place, in the kiddie pool, I was too drunk, it was too dark, and I was too distracted to care. 

I tried not to stare. It didn't take a rocket surgeon to figure out that this chick was horny and practically throwing herself at me. So far, my plan not to get in to deep was going perfectly sideways.

Becca went to the stereo and fired up a CD. It was jazz. From the first, soft sound of a horn, I would have guessed Miles Davis. Again, I was intrigued by this girl. She seemed to be throwing herself at me, dressed like something out of a Whitesnake video, yet also was able to turn on some culture and unusual tastes for someone her age.

"So, do you like the beer?" She asked.

"Yep, I've never tried anything from this brewery before. It's pretty good, I'm impressed."

"Good," she said as she walked over to me, and took my beer from my hands. She took a sip, and set the beer on the counter top behind me. She spread my legs with her hands, and leaned in and kissed me. I could taste the sweetness of the beer on her lips and tongue. It was not at all unpleasant. It also wasn't what I was expecting, but I should have known what agreeing to a beer would get me. 

The issue with being a guy is you have two heads, but only enough blood to operate one at a time.

I put my arms around her, and pulled her closer to me, still kissing her. She seemed to be dancing to the slow rhythms of the music while standing between my knees. My hands were on her hips, which we swaying back and forth nicely. Her hands found my neck, and her fingers were reaching up around the back of my head, running her fingers in my hair. After about 30 seconds, she came up for air.

"God, that was good. You sure are a good kisser," Becca apprised me of my skills. She picked up my beer, and took another big swig of it. She then handed it back to me, nearly empty, and went to get another one from the fridge. This one was an India Pale Ale. Strong and bitter. She opened the bottle, and poured it for me.

She started to kiss me again as soon as I put the beer down. This kiss was different. The hops in the beer lent a different flavor to the kissing. Less sweet, much more bitter, it lit up a different area on the tongue.

Becca had her hands under my shirt now, running her fingernails lightly along my back. I had worked the tips of my fingers in to the waistband of her boxers and was going to slowly work down and cup her slender ass. As she kept moving her hips back and forth, it was almost as if every time the hips went one way, the shorts slid down on that side, and then they slide down on the other side. Pretty soon, gravity would simply take over. Becca seemed to be content to have her shorts slide down.

Becca backed off again. She took another sip of my beer, and then led me over to her couch. Her shorts were barely over the widest part of her hips, a little hint of the top of her ass could be seen. 

She turned towards me, and pulled my shirt over my head. She pushed me backwards until I was sitting on her couch. She straddled me, and started to kiss my neck. I pulled her shorts low enough that I could reach my hands around and cup her bare ass. She seemed to like this, and didn't seem to notice or mind when my finger tips strayed in between her cheeks. I pulled my hands up, and started to run then up her well defined back. Not a lot of fat on this girl, not at all. Her ribs were there under my fingers, like keys on a hypersexual piano. 

As I moved my hands up her back, almost to her shoulder blades, she took that as a sign, and shrugged out of her tank top, and flung it on the floor. She rose up, and placed one of her long, hard nipples in to my mouth. I rolled it around with my tongue. This had the effect of priming the pump, and really started to get her going. She rolled her head back, and started a low growl. She wrapped one set of slender fingers around the back of my head, and pushed my head closer in to her.

I reached up to her other breast and squeezed the lemon-sized mound. I pinched her nipple a little to gauge her reaction. 

This caused her to grind in to my lap pretty forcefully, fortunately I was arranged in such a way as it didn't cause any pain. I pinched her nipple again, harder. The low growl from before attained a new urgency.




CNG (Cute Neighbor Girl) Ch. 05



She got up from my lap, and started to undo my belt. She pulled it free, and sent it in a random direction across the room. She started to undo the buttons on my khakis, and then pulled me to my feet. She grabbed the waistband of my pants, and boxers, and pulled them down to around my ankles. Soon, I was reduced to my socks.

She pushed me backwards on the couch, and pulled my shorts and pants free. She then turned around and bent at the waist. She wiggled her hips back and forth while hooking her thumbs in the elastic. She swayed in time with the smooth jazz and slowly worked her shorts down. Since she was bent over, I had a great view of her ass, her smooth, shaved lips and even between her ass cheeks. She kicked her shorts off, and slowly turned, swaying the entire time to the music.

She picked up my beer from the counter, and looking over the rim of the pint glass, made eye contact with me. She took a slow sip. She walked over to me, and handed me the ale. I took a sip, and set it down.

Then, while still not breaking eye contact, she sank down to her knees. She spread my legs apart, and slowly leaned in.

She was now nose to nose with my penis. She ran the flat part of her tongue along the underside, from my sack up to the head, like someone painting a room using a broad brush. She continued to stroke up and down my cock with her tongue. Occasionally, she'd use the point of her tongue for some detail work around my head. It felt amazing. Then, she started to put the head in her mouth, and moved her tongue around inside her mouth while her lips formed a seal around the head. 

She stopped, looked up, and reached for the pint of beer. She took some in her mouth, and then worked my dick in to her mouth as well. A little spilled out, and ran down the shaft. She used this beer as lubrication as she reached up with her hand and gripped my shaft.

"Oh, wow, that feels so good. Don't stop."

While her mouth and tongue were working overtime on my head, her hand was twisting back and forth on my shaft, as if she was revving a motorcycle only she could hear. 

It was amazing. And, it just got better when her other hand went under my balls. She started running a finger from my sack all the way to my asshole and back. Light strokes at first. It was simply amazing. Becca had clearly gotten an 'A' in her 'Blow Job Arts and Sciences' courses at college. I kept encouraging her progress every so often, it felt awesome.

She kept up the pace, and the attention around my head. It had been about 5 minutes or so, and I felt things starting to build.

"God, I'm going to come," I said, not to God, but to the little devil in my lap. She responded by allowing her mouth to go lower on my dick. Her other hand slide further back, with one of her ling fingers pushing against my asshole.

My hips started to buck as I pushed my rod further towards her face. Becca simply took it all in, the whole length. I started to come. Becca pushed her finger in to my ass, and started to work it in and out slightly as I spasmed, shooting cum in to her mouth. She didn't stop moving her head back and forth, she simply applied more pressure, like she wanted to suck the jism right out of me. After about a minute of this, I was begging her to stop, it felt far too intense.

She withdrew her digit from my backdoor, and slowly started to climb up to meet me. She didn't open her mouth, instead she reached over and picked up the beer. She took a sip, and swallowed. She then leaned over and kissed me, hard. I could taste an odd combination of myself and beer on her as our tongues moved across each other.

"That was great. You sure do suck a mean cock," I said, affectionately, as we cuddled together on the couch in each others' arms.

"Thanks. I wanted to make sure there was a second date. I hope I passed the audition."

"Certainly. Where would you like to go?" I asked her.

We made plans and small talk for a little while. After an hour or so of cuddling and rubbing on the couch, I said it was late, and started to reassemble my outfit. She saw me off from her apartment door, still naked, with the door wide open, for another lingeringly hot kiss.

I walked down to my car and started to drive home. 

The further I got from Becca's house, the worse I started to feel. I just had a life-altering blow job from an attractive "little hotty," as my pal Chris would call her. 

So much for keeping my distance and not getting involved.

But, I felt bad. She was clearly more in to me than I was her. Which is odd, because if I had to call it, I'd say she was much more attractive than I was. She was slightly out of my league. But, yet, she was prepared to toss herself in to my arms. Or lap.

My thoughts drifted back to the other woman. As I turned my car in to my townhouse complex, and her unit came in to view, I felt like I had betrayed the woman I truly loved.



CNG (Cute Neighbor Girl) Ch. 06



How did I get myself into this situation? 

I found myself in a relationship with a girl named Becca. Becca was a cute, flirtatious redhead with a killer body. Petite and lithe, she was thin, flexible, and generally the type of girl you could fling about during sex. Just place her wherever you wanted her. And, she was willing to be placed anywhere. She was a willing and eager partner. She was also smart, and could hold her own in conversations on many a topic.

The problem was, despite the fact that she was smart, funny, and screwed like a Tasmanian devil after an Ecstasy and Red Bull smoothie, I just didn't have strong feelings for her. It was, in fact, more than a slightly arguable point that she was far more attractive than I guy like me should be with. 

What was it? 

Well, more to the point, who? I was still carrying the torch for a girl name Danni. She was cute, flirty, and my neighbor. And coworker, although we didn't work directly together any longer. Things got a little too intense between her and I, and she saw fit to put some distance between us.

And, although it shouldn't enter in to it, the idea that I only wanted to be with Danni certainly did enter in to it. She was dating someone else. She wasn't "available" to me because she was dating someone else. And, even if she was available, who knows if she even wanted to date me? So, if I did break up with Becca, chances were good I'd be alone. 

So, I kind of went through the motions with Becca. I know that sounds bad, being with someone only to avoid being alone, but that's how I felt about it. The only thing that was really missing in our relationship was a spark. Otherwise, on paper, it was a beautiful equation. She seemed far more in to me than I her. Despite not being in to her, I was still in her frequently enough. What was my problem; couldn't I just sit back and enjoy things?

We had been seeing each other for about 6 weeks. It was late summer. This means it was warm, passions ran hot, and clothing was less, ahem, cumbersome. Despite all of these factors, I was seriously considering breaking it off with Becca. It just didn't seem fair to her to keep her around, going out, spending the night with each other if I knew it wasn't going anywhere. I resolved that I should take care of it that Friday night, when we went out.

Our dates at this point, had moved beyond the "wow her with a fancy place with cloth napkins and a wine list" to "Pizza and a Movie OK with you?" We were sitting at a local pizza place, half way through a pitcher and a pie. 

Another good thing about Becca is we could agree on pizza toppings. I tended to follow the "No F" rule for pizza toppings: No Fish, No Fruit, and No Fungus. She could easily live within those guidelines. Yet one more reason why I felt bad about having to break it off with her, albeit about as minor a reason as one could get. 

I fell quiet towards the end of our meal, wanting to bring up an ugly topic, but not having the right moment to steer the conversation down that path.

After dinner, we headed to her place, mostly in silence. I pulled in to Becca's apartment complex. It was about 10:00pm. I had tried at various points to bring up what was on my mind on the way back here, but Becca seemed immune to that discussion. I honestly didn't think she was avoiding it, or even knew that my heart wasn't in it. It was just every time I'd start a prelude to the topic of "us", the discussion would change direction instantly, like a school of small fish in a Jacques Cousteau documentary.

I pulled in to one of the guest parking spots near her apartment, and turned off my car. I looked at her, and she leaned in for a kiss. We kissed a little, and things started to get more involved. I was trying to pull away, and she was trying to check my tonsils for signs of inflammation.

"Hey there Tiger, hang on one second," I finally got a word in when she came up for air. 

"What? I was just getting started," she protested.

"I want to talk... talk about us for a second," I started.

"Nope."

"What do you mean, 'nope?'"

"It's pretty self-explanatory. Nope. No talking right now. Less talking, more kissing!" she started in again.

"Hang on a bit, I really need to get something out," I tried again.

She stopped. "So do I. I need to get your dick out of your pants, right now." She started to try to undo my cargo shorts, which was tough because I was sitting down and all sorts of things were in the way like seat belts and steering wheels.

"Um, that wasn't what I had in mind... No really, can you JUST STOP for one minute!"

"No, I know what you want to say, and I don't want to hear it. So, I can't hear it if you can't say it," with that, she reached over, grabbed the keys from the ignition, and jumped out of the car. She started to bound away, her long legs moving under her light skirt like a gazelle's. Her curly red hair flying around her head like a localized forest fire. I sat in the car for a moment, resigned to fate. I watch Becca bounce around, and do the occasional cartwheel in the grass. Her skirt flipped up occasionally, revealing the fact that she must have forgotten to put on any sort of underwear. I'd discovered that she only owned about 5 pairs of panties, she went commando under her clothes that often. 

I got out of the car, and just leaned against the fender. I at least needed my keys back to get home, and I wasn't in the mood to chase her. As if I'd catch her, really.

She ran near me, teasing me. I caught her easily, mainly because she allowed me to, rather than my ability to run down a gazelle like a cheetah. I had pretty much backed her up to the hood of my car, so she was trapped between my fender and me.

"May I, pretty please, have my car keys back?" I asked, nicely. She responded by dropping them down her tank top. She pulled her skirt up around her waist, exposing her neatly trimmed bush to anyone who cared to look. She then hopped up on the hood of my car and, in a flash, wrapped her legs around me, crossing them at the ankle. She pulled me close and started to kiss me hard. She pulled my torso in really close to her by squeezing her legs together and digging her heels in to my ass cheeks.

She released her legs just enough to reach her hand in between us and undo my shorts. As they started to slide down, she reached in to my underwear to grab my cock. She freed it, and moved herself forward so her ass was just at the edge of the fender. I could actually smell her arousal at that point. I looked down, her shaved lips were slick and shiny with moisture, just below her little Hitler's mustache of public hair.

"Fuck me now" she said in a deep, low voice that was nearly scary.

All thoughts of breaking up with her went out the window. I know if we started fucking right now, I really couldn't end with "I think we should take a break from each other." But, logic went out the window at this point. I popped up on the balls of my feet just a bit, and started to move the head of my now rock hard dick up and down her slit. I reached down with one hand and ran my index finger over her clit. She responded by grabbing my penis and aiming it at her gaping hole. She tightened her legs around me, which rammed my cock all the way in to her cunt. 

I started to pump in to her pretty quickly. She was always able to get wet in a hurry, and doing this on the warm hood of a car in her parking lot got her really, really wet. I felt like I was fucking a sponge. Evidently, doing it outside was a big turn on for her, and she had a hard time keeping quiet about it. 

I was looking around nervously, waiting for the police helicopters to show up. Here I was, my shorts around my ankles, pounding a girl on the hood of my car, whilst being surrounded on three sides by 3-story apartment buildings in a well lit parking lot. Anyone popping out for a quick smoke on their balcony would see my pale ass going back and forth, and Becca's moaning would ensure we were heard. She was so wet, I would have bet that people could have heard the noises her pussy was making as I worked in and out of it. However, despite my misgivings about Becca, about public screwing, and about anything else, I kept slamming in to her. Whatever I was planning on saying about breaking up was lost to the ether.

I had my hands around her hips, and was pulling her tight in to me. This was pure fucking. I felt like I couldn't get in to her as deep as I wanted, but kept pounding her anyway. As this rate, it wouldn't take too long for me to come. At least I hoped. I had never fucked anyone in a situation like this, where we could easily be discovered. It was a turn for me, but I couldn't quite forget where we were. The paranoia was just enough to keep me from coming instantly. Becca did not seem to have this problem, as she had now leaned back across the hood of my car, her fingers moving at a high subsonic velocity on her clit while I was still fucking her as quickly as I could.

After maybe a minute of her fingers on her button, she started to come. I could see her back starting to arch, I could feel her muscles starting to tighten around my cock. She got a little louder, and I kept looking around. As she continued to come she actually opened her eyes and looked right at me. The stare was a combination of raw lust and a sort of helplessness. For once, she just mouthed the filthy things she was saying. Fuck. Yes. God. Come.

It was as if I held the key to all of her pleasure in what I was doing. I started to pound as hard as I could, I felt my balls slapping her ass and could hear the squeak of her bare skin on the metal of my car. The front of my car was at exactly the right height for this, it turns out. I had never checked before.

She finally exhaled, signaling that she was coming down off of her orgasm. I still had mine to go. Becca sat up, and put one of her arms around my neck. She leaned in close, her sweaty neck and chin touching mine.

"Come on baby, come inside of me. Do it, fuck me here where people can see us. Fuck me..." Becca egged me on.

"Do you want me to make love you to out here, where anyone can see?" I asked. "Or, do you want me to FUCK you out here?" It was a rhetorical question, whispered roughly in to her ear.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck fuck fuck fuck..." Becca was now mumbling her lewd directions to me. 

Since she wanted to be fucked, we would fuck. I pulled out of her. This drew a gasp. I then lifted her up off of the hood of my car and on to her feet. I kissed her, and before she could respond, I turned her around and bent her over with one of my hands on her back right between her shoulder blades. I moved that hand in her hair at the base of her skull, and put my other hand on her hip. I pulled her skirt up and over her hips, exposing her ass and soaking wet pussy to the world. I held her skirt up with my both my hands now on her waist. I moved her feet apart with one of mine, like a cop about to frisk and handcuff a perp. Without warning, I slammed my hips in to her ass, and slid my dick all the way in to her wet, open box, to her cervix, with one push. I moved both my hands to her hips, and as I fucked her, I pulled her back towards me as much as I was thrusting forward. It was rough, and it felt good.

She apprised me of my progress with a simple "Ungh." I continued to just thrust as quickly as possible. 

Usually when I'm in from behind like this, I can come pretty quickly. Today was an exception. It must have been the combination of standing up, the threat of being seen, and the constant barrage of mosquitoes that kept me from coming in less than 30 seconds. However, as I pulled her towards me, I started to feel my orgasm build. 

I kept up my pace. I moved my hands further down her hips, towards her ass. She was slender enough that my hands could wrap nearly half way around her. I used this advantage to pull her cheeks open a bit, allowing me to go deeper in to her moist tunnel. 

I slid one of my thumbs towards her tightly puckered pink asshole. It was glistening from our previous position, plenty of Becca's wetness has oozed down it. I pressed on it, and was rewarded by a squeal. I bent my thumb, and was able to push the tip of my thumb in. I could feel a jolt from Becca. I kept fucking her pussy, and slowly pushing my thumb in to her for a little anal stimulation she didn't seem to mind. Within a few seconds, she relaxed her sphincter enough that I could easily move my thumb in and out. 

In fact, she started to get louder. Too loud for my comfort, but I just kept fucking her. I couldn't stop, logic had taken the last train out of town on this one. I found a new urgency in my pace.

Although I am not an ass man, I found it incredibly hot that she was OK with something in her ass. Most women I had been with were decidedly NOT OK with it. I quickly brought my thoughts back to what I was doing, and that I was about to come. 

When I did finally blow my load, it felt unbelievable. The combination of being outside, doing it standing up, a thumb up her ass and everything else all came together. I felt like I spasmed for a while, and Becca took over, bucking her hips against me. By this time, I had almost my whole thumb in her ass, and I continued to work it in and out while I came. I could feel her wetness and my come mixing, and there were a lot of both.

After pumping for a few more strokes, I slowly pulled out of both her holes. I was rapidly starting to soften. I looked around, and didn't see anyone out. I wouldn't be opposed to being naked outside, I just didn't need to tagged with the "sex offender" label for a quick fuck with an audience. I pulled up my shorts. Becca, on the other hand seemed fine to lay there on the hood of my car.

"God, that was good. We should fuck on your car more often." Becca said as she straightened up. She made no move to lower her skirt right way. She was a vision as she stood there. Her white skirt was around her waist, her red hair was a mess, plastered to her forehead in places with sweat. Her tank top was covered with moisture between her small tits. Her nipples were hard enough to hang dry cleaning on. I couldn't see it, but I was sure our fluids were running down her legs. This was a woman who had that "Freshly Fucked" look about her.

"Now, I know what you wanted to talk about before," she started. "But first, I have to pee." 

I asked her if we should head inside her place, but she declined. 

"No, it's really nice out here; let's go sit over there by the playground."

"I thought you said you had to pee?" I asked.

"I do, but this is one the advantages of wearing a long skirt. I can't tell you how many times I've done this, mainly while tailgating before concerts." With that she squatted down in the grass, her skirt somewhat covering herself, and she began to pee. At one point, with a giggle, she lifted her skirt up and flashed me her pussy with a nice stream of pee coming out. I don't really get off on golden showers, mind you, but seeing her casually pee in her own parking lot was interesting. It was more of a turn on in the "you shouldn't do this" sort of way than in a "fetish" thing for me. After all women don't normally pee in public the way a guy would. For a guy, the world is your urinal. It's somehow different for girls.

"I love peeing outside. I don't know why, but you feel free. You should try it," she said. She stood up after about 30 seconds, and smoothed her skirt down. 

"Wow, I've got all sorts of fluids running down my legs right now. Sweat, my cum, your cum, pee... I'm a mess!" she giggled, and seemed rather unconcerned by it.

We reached the park bench in the little playground area of her apartment complex. We sat down, and she held my hand. She looked at me, and I feared for the worst. I wanted to end it because my heart wasn't in it. I'm sure the Big Talk we were going to have would end poorly.

"Ok," she started, "you wanted to talk. I know what you want to say. You think it's time we get serious. Well, I don't want to get serious. I'm having fun. "Really? That's how you feel?" I asked. This was a surprise. Well, alrighty then. "Seriously, We should just keeping hanging out, having great sex, and getting half drunk together. I don't want a serious relationship right now; I want to just have fun without having to think too much about it."

That was more or less the polar opposite than what I was expecting. I was worried she was ready to pick out china patterns and that because my heart wasn't in it, I was going to hurt poor little Becca. Turns out she just wanted to be, essentially, fuck buddies. I suppose, then, the idea of love didn't really enter in to it. So, it seems like I was, on paper, off the hook for thinking about Danni while I was otherwise banging the living snot out of Becca.

"So," she continued, "I hope that you still want to hang out. I know you were probably more in to me than I was in to you. I'm sorry if I sent mixed signals. But, I had a long-term boyfriend not that long ago, and I don't want to jump immediately in to something else that serious. I'm not looking for a husband right now, just a really good friend who can fuck like a machine, but will leave me alone from time to time if I need my space. Are you cool with that?"

Becca had done almost all of the talking here. I was smart, for once, and just kept my mouth shut. Of course, I'm not really the type of guy that tends to have lots of meaningless sex with women I didn't care about, at least on some level. However, this seemed, to me at least in my post-fuck addled brain, to be a world-class win-win solution here. Besides, it was kind of rude to break up with a woman who had your cum running down her thighs, right?

"I guess what you're saying makes sense. As long as we can still be friends." I decided to keep my answer short and sweet.

"Of course we can, silly. I still want to bounce off of the walls with you. I've also got a lot of things I'd love to experiment with, if you're open to it." She went on. She had turned towards me, and was still holding my hand. She looked at me, right in the eye, and, well, how could I not agree with her at that moment?

"I just don't need you thinking that we're ready to go ring shopping. We're not. I'm not. So if this hurt your feelings, I'm sorry. I hope you're OK," Becca went on.

"Totally cool with it," was my only response. We sat on the bench for little while longer until the mosquitoes had their say. We head back towards Becca's door, whispered our farewells, and then kissed goodnight until my dick started to say hello again. Becca went inside to shower her bodily fluid cocktail away and I drove home.

The next morning, I had to swing through a car wash. The left front fender of my car looked like a large bird had shit on it.

Overall, I was still feeling a bit mixed. Becca essentially gave me a license to fuck without fear of reprisal. No worries, no meeting her parents, no emotional entanglements. Of course, I have an issue with the loveless fucking. Not that I'm morally opposed to it. It's that I wished I could go along with it. I find it hard to just have a physical relationship without an emotional one as well. I tend to get too caught up. In fact, it's probably the whole reason why I'm so fucked-up over Danni to begin with. If I could have just been happy with a flirty neighbor who loved to show some skin and liked to get off together, I would have been golden. People pay for that type of relationship every time they visit a strip club and watch the dancer working around her brass pole of an office. It's an unspoken agreement. She's getting paid for her time, and you, Mr. Customer, are going to go home and jack it. No touching, no emotion, just a "pay to peek" relationship.

But, there was something about Danni's carefree attitude that seemed well at odds with how she and I ended up. We had only hung out together for a couple of weeks. How did it get so screwed up so fast? And, I suppose, she was as guilty as I of the crime of "Getting Too Deep (Class A Felony)." That few weeks of fun was about two months ago. Why was I still hung up on it?




CNG (Cute Neighbor Girl) Ch. 06



As I pulled in to the driveway and swung my car in to my garage, I noticed Chad, the IT Guy's car in Danni's parking spot. I'm sure he himself was, at that moment, also in Danni's spot. It certainly tempered what should have been excitement over Becca giving me a license to screw her with wild abandon.

Oh well, I sighed to myself. You always want what you haven't got. I walked inside, peeled off my sticky clothes, showered and went to bed. As I entered my room, I noticed my blinds were open, Danni's were closed. I almost always left them open now. She was the only one who could see my room from her house, and, let's face it, she had already seen everything. It was almost as if I left them open as a signal. I was letting her know that I was here, and I was open to contact. I really wanted to talk to her, see her, basically anything. 

A few days later, while at work, I was jolted out of my PowerPoint trance by someone plopping down in to the extra chair in my cube.

A quick, and not altogether unpleasant, shudder went through me. It was Danni. I'm sure my pupils dilated.

"Hi, Skippy, how are you?" she asked. The smile on her face seemed genuine; it was as much in her eyes as in her mouth. 

My brain had about a dozen individual and somewhat mutually exclusive thoughts running through it at the same time. From "go away" to "let me kiss you" and everything in between. It was a weird combination of dread, hope and lust. It was a type of "Fight or Flight or Fuck" response from some deep un-evolved part of my hindbrain. I had no idea how long I was sitting there with my mouth slightly ajar before I answered her.

"Hi there. How've you been?" I asked.

"I'm good. Not much news to report. How are you and Becca?"

"We're fine. More just in the "hanging out" space than anything. She doesn't want anything too serious, it seems." I responded. "How are you and Chad?" I asked.

"We're fine, we've just been hanging out and all's good." 

Danni stood up and looked around to see who was in the cubes near me. A few people were there, none really seemed to take notice.

"Let's walk," she said. I guessed the conversation was taking a turn she didn't necessarily need anyone to overhear. I didn't have any meetings for the next couple of hours, so I had plenty of time to chat. We got up from my cube, and started walking. 

Our office building was fairly large, over 2,500 people worked here. It was in a nice park-like setting, with plenty of trees, picnic tables and even a nice stream through some wooded parts to which the building backed up. There were some paths around the campus, so we headed outside. It was a great day for a walk.

The conversation picked up right where it left off.

"Speaking of Becca, you should know," Danni started, "Becca really doesn't want anything too heavy right now. She may not have told you this, but she dated the same guy all through college and a couple of years after. It was the first guy she was with, by the way. She was ready for the story book marriage, family, house, the whole nine yards. She'd even sneak off to the book store to read "Modern Bride" while sipping a latte. Well, they broke it off about 6 months ago. He was cheating on her. I think it was his way out of the situation without actually admitting he didn't want the whole Camelot thing. She was floored." Danni continued.

"I had no idea, she didn't mention any of this," I responded. 

"She was depressed. I didn't see her for weeks, until I went by her place to make sure she didn't overdose from pills, alcohol or Cookie Dough Ben & Jerry's. I'm pretty sure you're the first guy she's been with since then. So, it's a good thing you listened to me and called her after the "pool party." Otherwise, she'd be swearing off the whole men thing and she'd be looking for a women's softball team to join."

"Thanks for letting me know the details. She sort of explained parts of this, but didn't get too involved," I said.

"So, this conversation with you and I never happened, OK? I felt like you should know and she wasn't going to tell you. So, play dumb, which shouldn't be hard for you since you're a boy," Danni finished.

"Again, thanks for the heads up," I replied. "Good to know there could be some delicate sensibilities there. But, she was pretty clear she wanted to spend time together and "play around" a bit, but she wasn't interested in getting serious. I won't bring it up unless she does." I had no intention of letting Danni know I was thinking of breaking up with Becca because my mind was fixated on her.

"So, why tell me this now?" I asked. It seemed odd that Danni and I had shared little more than a tight-lipped smile when we were stuck in an elevator together for the past two months, and now I get a dissertation on her friend's psyche.

"I don't know. It just seemed, well, weird between us, so I kind of avoided the situation. But, you're right; I should have told you before. She and I had lunch the other day, and she mentioned that you wanted to get more serious and she shut you down. So I thought I should let you know some history 'cause I'm willing to bet she didn't want to," Danni explained.

So Becca really did think I was ready to get serious. That was more or less exactly the opposite of what was in my head, but I let it slide. I knew when it was best to just shut up and let people believe whatever they wanted to.

"So," Danni started in with a new topic, "what about us?" she asked.

"Is there an 'us'? Forgive me for thinking there isn't an 'us.'" I said, perhaps more tersely than I intended to. 

"Not to be a dick about it, but we were having fun, and getting somewhat intimate. I was starting to develop some real feelings for you and then you run off with the IT Guy two days after you show me that thing with the peach. After that, you pretty much sell me to your best friend. So, I am a little confused here at this end."

"OK, so that wasn't handled as smoothly as it could have been. I'm sorry. I just needed to get some thinking out of the way. Then, I felt things got weird. They got too intense, too quickly. I really can't explain more than that. I needed space, and felt trapped because we worked together, lived next to each other, it was just too much. It was almost as if we could have spent every waking hour together if we wanted to, and I'm not ready for that level of commitment to anyone. Especially with someone who I wasn't really dating, just kind of messing around with. Hell, I don't even want to spend that much time with myself, but I'm kind of stuck there."

Danni's explanation made some sense, but I still couldn't completely follow her logic. She initiated most of the things we did. Did she not think that some feelings would develop to go along with the epic levels of sexual tension that were created by being naked and aroused around each other all the time? Perhaps Danni was simply as bad as a typical guy when it came to thinking with her genitals.

"I assume Becca never asked you about what happened between us at your place after the party?" I asked.

"No, not really. She figured it was just drunk fooling around, and we all did some of that. Hell, she's the one who recommended we play 'Truth or Dare', so she can't cast stones on that one."

We walked in silence for the next few minutes, only the birds contributing to our conversation. It wasn't an awkward silence; there simply wasn't anything else to say.

"So, hopefully you don't hate me. Because I have a favor to ask of you." Danni started after a while.

"It may depend on the favor..."

"Becca's birthday is next Saturday. I'm thinking we should get some friends together and we should go out."

"Wow, I had no idea it was coming up," I replied. "I would think she would have mentioned it at some point." 

"I'm not surprised, she doesn't like to make a huge deal out of it. She once threatened to kill a poor waiter who showed up at the table with a sombrero and a Mariachi band at a Mexican restaurant. She calmed down after a couple of tequila shots and a margarita. But, I figure if it is just a few of us without a cake and without singing, she'll be OK with it." Danni explained. 

"OK, I suppose I can handle that. What did you have in mind? Does she have a favorite place? She always seems open to any restaurant I offer up for a date."

"How about that steak place over off of France Ave? Laid back, nice atmosphere, fancy, but we won't spend $150 a person. Does that work?" Danni offered.

"Sure." 

We spent the next couple of minutes working out details as we circled back around towards the office building. Danni also gave me some ideas for what to get Becca for her birthday. I mentioned a Victoria's Secret Gift Card, reasoning that it'd be the "gift that keeps on giving" as far I was concerned. Danni told me instead to just go get her some things from there. It'd be more romantic, but still get a gift receipt just in case. Then, she offered me up some sizes, which I probably could have guessed. 

We walked along back in to the office. I felt an overwhelming urge to want to do something like hold Danni's hand or the like. It would have been a bad idea, I am sure, but I felt like I wanted to do more, show Danni that I still felt strongly about her. It wasn't the right time. It'd never be the right time.

Of course, unless she was irretrievably stupid, she already knew how I felt about her. When we hit the building's entrance, and it was time for us to go off in different directions, I so desperately wanted to prolong our talking. But, there wasn't much to say, and I watched her walk off down the hall towards Marketing. She didn't look back. I'm not sure if she gave it a second thought.

I tried not to give it a second thought, either. 

I returned to my desk, and I stared at the same PowerPoint slide for the remainder of the afternoon.

The weekend rolled around, and on Saturday I told Becca to dress somewhat nicely. I didn't tell her exactly why, but told her that we were going to go somewhere fairly fancy.

"Oh, I like me some fancy," was her reply. We walked out to the car and set off. She still hadn't let on that it was her birthday at this point. She hopefully didn't know that I knew.

When we hit the restaurant, Becca was mildly surprised to find Danni and Chad the IT Guy standing there as well, drinks in hand.

"Happy Birthday!" Danni shouted drawing stares from others around the lobby. This was not a shouty restaurant. 

Danni gave Becca a hug and then a kiss on the lips, which prolonged the others' stares. The fact that you could see a hint of cleavage under Danni's sweater over her dress and Becca's dress was totally backless didn't provide a good reason not to look, either. Men in the bar looked amused, women decidedly less so. 

Becca then turned to me and punched me less than softly in the arm. 

"You're such a cute twit. I had no idea you knew it was my birthday and you called these guys."

"A little birdie told me."

"I'm sure. A little birdie that I'll have to spank later..." Becca said looking at Danni. That particular mental image was not at all unpleasant. 

The restaurant was your typical steak joint. Cherry wood, dark paneling, black ties and white shirts on the wait staff, dimly lit. Although I couldn't see one, I was sure I could find a picture of Sinatra in there somewhere. 

I shook Chad's hand and gave him a quick "How'sitgoin." I had no idea if he felt as cool towards me as I did him, but I doubted it. He had no reason not to like me, unless Danni let him in on some personal details in her recent sexual history. But I was willing to bet she wouldn't. Without really knowing him, I felt like the only thing we could talk about was my CNG. And that conversation would be highly unusual on the best of days. 

So, to break the quite-possibly-imaginary-tension, I asked Becca if I could get her a drink and checked to see if Chad and Danni needed anything.

The bow-tie wearing bartender, who looked like a grumpy grandfather, politely demurred when I asked him if he had any beer on tap. Scotch it was then.

We were seated at a rectangular table, with the couples on each side of the table. It just happened that Danni was opposite me, with Becca to my right. I'm not entirely sure how this situation arose, but this had the effect of putting my girlfriend out of my direct line of sight, and the girl I wouldn't mind in that role sitting across from me, well within my view. I'd have to ensure I was an equal opportunity provider of attention tonight.

No sooner did that realization strike me, as Danni pulled out the big guns. Literally. She unbuttoned the sweater she was wearing and slipped it off. She was wearing a black dress that tied halter-style behind her neck. She had to be braless, due to the style of the dress. 

Her dress certainly played to her strengths, being relatively low cut, and hugging the curves of her slightly-just-this-side-of-far-more-than-ample chest. She wore a little silver pendant around her neck, which just barely managed not to get lost between her boobs. 

She wanted to be noticed tonight, and she had to have known I'd be present to look. 

I honestly could not believe she did not do this purposefully, either to tease me, to just flat out try to make me uncomfortable or to get me in trouble with the birthday girl. Of course, she also could have done this simply because she's a world-class exhibitionist and likes to show off. Maybe she just wanted free drinks. There were myriad possibilities here. But, on some level, she had to know what this incredible display of her milky white boobs would do to me.

Now, I'd seen her chest plenty of times, played with it a few times, and had my head wedged in to her tits like a human doorstop at least once. It didn't mean that I wasn't immediately captivated by what I saw. I looked up, and looked around. I tried to figure out if anyone had noticed my loss of attention. It wouldn't have surprised me much at that point to discover cold French Onion soup and an untouched Caesar salad in front of me, but thankfully only a few seconds had passed.

Our waiter showed up at that point, and almost stuttered.

"Welcome to Mitchell's. May I offer you a wine list?" he announced to Danni's boobs. 

"That'd be great." I responded, and took the proffered list. I regarded the wine list with some reverence, as if I understood more than roughly an eighth of what I was reading. My wine knowledge was limited to 'red meat gets red wine, white meat gets white wine.' I asked the table about a cabernet that wasn't the cheapest on the list, but not far from it. Becca nodded, Chad shrugged, and Danni responded with "I've had that one before, it's really good for the price."

The waiter left the table, and I silently made a bet with myself that our waiter would never approach us from Becca and Chad's end of the table.

"Phil, do you miss seeing Danni at work every day now that she works on the other side of the building?" Becca asked, innocently.

"Sure I do, I miss chatting with her but" quick look down to the pale valley under her chin, "I still get to see plenty of her from time to time," I answered. 

I don't know if it was the massive martini that Becca had just polished off, but she didn't seem to notice my word play. Danni, on the other hand, certainly did. She winked, while at the same time leaning over towards Chad and taking his hand.

OK, so she knew I noticed her cleavage. Of course, this means she also knew she had my attention. This would be a long dinner.

During the course of dinner, several things became apparent: 

1) With enough cheap wine, laughs will generally flow. So will the double entendres. 

2) Danni was willing to make more eye contact with me than everyone at the table combined. 

3) Chad the IT Guy had the personality of a cardboard cut-out. Seriously, he sat there with his mouth slightly ajar most of the evening and occasionally chewed with his mouth open. Any attempted to engage him in conversation about any topic was met with a single word answer. 

4) A bottle of wine and two martinis is somewhere north of Becca's limit. 

5) If there was an odd vibe between Danni and me, no one else noticed it. I wasn't sure if she noticed it. But if I had to bet, I would say she did. 

6) I did notice Chad taking notice of Becca periodically. She was certainly pleasant to look at, no doubt there. I was almost relieved by this last bit, as if it gave me carte blanche to look at his woman if he was enjoying looking at mine.

Soon enough, thankfully, the check came. I grabbed it and waved off Chad and Danni who attempted to pay for the whole tab at first, and then their portion. I insisted it was a night out with friends and I was happy if Becca was happy. She indicated she was, and the matter was settled.

"I'm sure I'll be able to pay you back sometime," Danni said. If there was a hidden meaning there, Chad and Becca didn't seem to get it. I did.

We walked out to the parking lot to get in our cars. Becca asked if I was dropping her off, staying at her place, or if we were staying at my place. I told her we had everything we needed for breakfast in bed for the birthday girl at my place. 

"Does this mean you can make me blueberry pancakes in the morning?" she asked while draping her arm around me. It was as much for support as affection.

"Sure thing, if that's what you want, Buttercup."

"Yea! Blueberry pancakes are yummy." With that proclamation, Becca sloshed in to the passenger seat of my car, with quite an assist from gravity. 

Turns out Danni and Chad the IT Guy, were parked pretty close to us. They were laughing at the obviously tipsy Becca.

"Thanks for dinner," Danni said. "You didn't need to pick up the tab. We would have chipped in."

"Nope, I was happy you were here and it made Becca's day to see you," I countered. "Thanks for the heads up on her birthday, Danni. It looks like Becca had a good time. It was good to see you guys, thanks for coming out."

"Yes, it was good. I miss seeing you guys," Danni said aloud as she reached in for a friendly hug. 

"I think I really miss seeing you," Danni whispered in my ear as Chad walked around to his side of the car.

"Hey dude, thanks for dinner," Chad offered up with a half wave, oblivious to the slightly too long, slightly too close hug as Danni whispered to me. 

Dude? Really? He just called me 'dude?'

"Sure thing. Dude," was my reply. What, was she dating Keanu Reeves? I reached down and opened Danni's door since Chad the IT Dude had not seen fit to do so. Why was she with him? What did she see in him? So far, if he had redeeming qualities, I couldn't discern them.

"Oh, you're quite the gentleman," Danni said with a mock tone of royalty. "I should remember that." With that, she swung her legs demurely in to the car.

The drive home was interesting. Becca was certainly more than slightly tipsy. Which meant she was more amorous than normal. There are basically two types of drunks in this world: the happy horny drunk and the surly drunk. Becca was a happy, horny person naturally. She was amplified when drunk. 

I lightly stroked her thigh as we drove. She implored me to go higher, and started to work her underwear down her legs. I guess she decided to wear panties because it was a pretty fancy restaurant. 

I couldn't get too involved with her nether regions as I had to shift gears periodically and, due to having a couple of drinks with dinner, I couldn't afford any weaving that might attract undue attention. I felt fine to drive, but didn't need to explain to an inquisitive officer why I was weaving while a drunk girl with her panties around her knees was sitting in my passenger seat. It's just best to avoid those situations.

It was probably good that I just stuck to a little absent-minded stroking as I drove. My mind was more or less fully engaged with what Danni whispered to me. 




CNG (Cute Neighbor Girl) Ch. 06



She missed seeing me? How did she miss me? Was this the same girl who, not more than 4 days ago, said we'd gotten "weird" and she needed space? Was this not the same girl who told me it was best if I made nice with Becca more or less for Becca's self-esteem? What the hell does that mean? 

Was she just a cruel shrike who liked to toy with guys for fun? No, probably not. I think the simplest answer is that she was as confused as I was. She was attracted to me, but logically, it didn't make sense. So, one side of her brain pushed me away while the other side was all-in for fun. Depending on mood (and sobriety) sometimes the rational side won out, other times it was the emotional side.

Of course, tied to this, was the fact that now that I had gotten to know Chad the IT Dude a bit more, I didn't like him. I thought he was an idiot. Plus, he seemed a touch insensitive. Why would Danni want to date him? She was smarter than that. She was smarter and deserved more than a decent-looking guy that simply sat there, as the song went, with a 'slack jaw and nothing much to say.' Did she simply date him as a distraction to get me out of her head? And, now that we no longer shared a cube, could we be free to date?

But, what about her friendship with Becca then? She pretty much told me I needed to date Becca to atone for a one night stand with a girl who had a delicate psyche. So I did. Plus, it wasn't as if I had a hell of lot going on in the girl department anyway. And now, Becca said she wasn't interested in romance or marriage, but just sex. Does that mean we can date other people? It'd be silly to think about dating Danni after Becca, they are friends. Wait, what was I even thinking? There's no logical way this could work out with Danni and I.

I should just pack up and move to Guatemala.

We made it back to my place, and I parked in my garage. I walked around the car to open Becca's door. She threw her wadded up panties to me and asked if we could fuck on my car again. I assured her that my bed would be oh so much more comfortable, primarily because it wasn't made of sheet metal.

I got Becca up and out of the car, and we started to head inside. Right before I hit the button for my garage door, I noticed Chad, the IT Dude's car swing in front of Danni's townhouse.

After some minor cajoling, I finally got Becca upstairs. She practically shrugged off her dress, which made me wonder how much concentration it took to keep it on in the first place. She wandered off towards my bathroom to take care of things before heading to bed. 

I took the opportunity to light a few scented candles around the room for some soft lighting and a nice, relaxing scent of flowers. I kept on only a light on my nightstand. I turned back the fresh sheets on the bed, spritzed a little scented linen spray on the bed, and generally made sure the room was ready for what was most likely to come.

It was at this point, I made a huge tactical error.

I looked out the window.

Now, I normally left the blinds open. Danni was the only one who could see in, and her blinds were always closed these days. Well, not tonight. I looked up to see Danni's blinds wide open. Not just the slats were open, the blinds were up. It was pretty dim in her room, just a nightstand light was on, too. But, it was light enough that she could see out, and I could see in.

She was standing in her room, with her back to the window. Right as I looked up and across the alleyway, I saw her reach her hands behind her neck. I wanted her to undo the straps on her halter top dress, and at the same time, I didn't want to see it. Sure enough, she undid the straps, and her dress cascaded to the floor and she simply stepped out of it. She was wearing a pair of lacy thong underwear, which made her curvy, shapely ass look absolutely stunning. She also had on black thigh-high stockings that I hadn't noticed before. Damn, it was hot.

Of course, it didn't help at all that I hadn't seen Danni in this light (e.g.: naked) in a couple of months. I had come to miss it.

Crap, where was Becca? I could still hear her making noise in the bathroom. I pretended to continue to get the bedroom ready. I turned down the sheets on the bed, while keeping one eye on my window and one eye on my bathroom door. I started to get myself ready for bed, and started to unbutton my shirt.

I glanced across the way, and saw Danni in her bedroom, standing on the other side of her bed. She was now facing me, still wearing only her lace panties and the thigh-highs. Danni was miming unbuttoning an invisible dress shirt in time with me unbuttoning my own. She started at the top of this "shirt," her hands covering her large breasts. As I undid each button on my own shirt, her hands moved lower as well, slowly revealing her breasts to me. Her really large breasts hung there in space, her light nipples appeared to be fully erect, ready to poke out an errant eyeball. Her hands remained covering her belly.

It hit me again how different the Danni and Becca were physically. Becca was lean, tall and toned. Danni's nipples were large and light, while Becca's were darker and the size of a quarter dollar. Danni was shorter by half a foot and was not chubby, but certainly not toned. Becca looked like she could run a triathlon. Becca had an outie, while Danni had an innie you could do shots out of. Becca would be on the cover of a Men's magazine, Danni likely not.

I'll take the soft one, please.

I had no idea where Chad was, but Danni was certainly watching me. And she was practically putting on a strip tease while each of us was supposed to be with our respective mates. At that point, I wasn't sure if I wanted to kiss Danni or slap her for messing with my head. Some rough sex with some slapping and spanking seemed like it'd be a good compromise.

I continued to get ready for bed, and took my pants and socks off. I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of silk boxers I had planned on wearing for Becca tonight anyway. Sure, they'd be on me for less than 10 minutes, but what the hell? Now, I could at least show them off for two girls. 

I stepped over to where I knew Danni could see, and I had my back to the window. I slowly pulled off the underwear I had on, and tossed them in to the hamper. I was now standing there nude, bathed only in the dim lighting of the room. I turned to the window. Danni was still watching me, and she started to run her hands over her nipples when she saw my fully-hard cock on display for her. It was hard to tell in the dim light from 35 feet away, but I swear she was looking at me right in the eyes as she slid a hand in to her lacy panties. 

I reached down and slowly rubbed my rod more a few strokes before I heard Becca finish in the bathroom and start to come in. 

I quickly slipped on my boxers, just in time to turn and greet Becca. I'm sure Danni saw the whole thing and was laughing to herself. 

Becca walked in naked, and stepped over to me and threw her arms around my neck. She started to kiss me. I turned slightly so her back was to the window. When I suck a furtive glance over her shoulder, Danni was still standing in the window and her hand was still in her panties. I had to assume the thong she was wearing could have been wrung out at this point.

"I want to you fuck me from behind like you did the other night on your car," Becca whispered in to my ear. "Bend me over your bed, and fuck me hard."

Still standing, I leaned down to suck on her nipples a bit, and let my hands wander. With one hand I played with the nipple that wasn't in my mouth. My other hand ran up and down her well defined back, and spent most of its time around her tight ass. I ran a finger between her cheeks, over her asshole and between her legs to her pussy lips. She was absolutely ready and willing. I didn't go immediately in to her moist folds, I wanted to string this out a little longer. I kept lightly rubbing her back, and sucking on her nipples. A little light teasing goes a long way. This went on for a few minutes.

"Please, you're making me really horny. Please fuck me," Becca begged.

I moved her legs apart a bit and started pushing two fingers in to her wet box from behind. She responded by running her hands through my hair and squeezing and pulling until my scalp hurt. Becca pushed my head hard against her tit. I changed from merely sucking on her nipple to a little nibbling.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," Becca spoke between breaths. She seemed to like it; a little jolt seemed to run through her as I bit down. My other hand had moved from her lemon-sized breast down and around to her ass. I spread her cheeks apart to make it easier to get my first hand between her swollen lips. I had two fingers going in to her dripping pussy at this point. The hand I was using to spread her ass cheeks was kneading her cheeks like bread dough. The tips of my index and middle fingers brushing lightly over her asshole. She made some appreciative sounds, and I continued what I was doing, pushing my fingers up as far as I could. 

I started to quicken the pace with my hand in her cunt, I could hear the squishing sounds of a soaking wet pussy as my fingers thrusted in and out of her. She reached a hand in front and started rubbing her clit while I continued to lightly bite and suck her nipple. I pulled out my fingers momentarily, and slid a third finger in to Becca. It was tight, and I had to push a bit.

"Holy Fuck!" she gasped. I had never tried three fingers in her, as my hands were fairly large. I went slowly, and could feel her tight walls closing around my fingers. She groaned, and it seemed like it was mostly pleasurable, so I continued to work my fingers in to her until I was three-knuckles deep. I started to move my hand faster, and so did Becca, sliding two fingers over her clit. I switched from moving my fingers in and out to rubbing two fingers on her G-spot. Instantly she started to squeeze my arms really tightly. 

Becca started to breathe heavily at this point. It seemed like she was about to come. My fingers in her pussy were causing nearly a flood to gush from her. My hand was literally dripping her juices. Her vaginal walls started to contract as she reached her climax. I moved from her tit to almost hugging her, holding her up as she started to come. 

She let loose with a stream of strangled sounding profanity as both of our hands got her off from inside and out.

I slowly removed my three fingers from her well-worked pussy. My hand was totally wet and soaked with freshly squeezed vaginade. I was literally covered. She looked at me, and grabbed the hand that was inside her. She gently kissed my fingers that were inside her box.

"God, I love your hands. So strong, but so good..." she mumbled as she cleaned her cum off of my fingers.

I turned her around, and bent her over my bed. We added a few pillows under her stomach to get her to the right height to get inside of her.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked roughly.

"Yes... please."

I stepped back and looked at the situation. Becca was lying face-down on the edge of my bed, with pillows under her, sticking her ass up. I had a perfect view of her gaping, red, wet pussy. Above that was her tempting, pink asshole, nestled between two slender, yet shapely ass cheeks. Then, I looked up further, following the line of her spine to her shoulder blades her mass of red curls. 

Above her head was my window. 

Through that window, I saw my love.

I could see Danni was now on her bed, straddling Chad the IT Dude, who was on his back. She was riding him pretty hard. She was still wearing her thigh-highs, and that was all. She looked up and saw me, and leaned back, arching her back, thrusting her chest out. She smiled. From the position, there'd be no way Chad could see me, but Danni could. Danni pouted and blew a kiss my way. 

God, I wanted her. My heart went out to her. It was a combination of longing and lust. I wanted to simply hold her as much as I wanted to do lewd things to her.

Danni must have been watching Becca and me. Now, she wanted to put on her own show. I looked down, and Becca really wasn't in a position to see out of my window either. So, Danni and I could watch each other fuck someone else. I wondered if she would rather have been fucking me? I know I'd switch places in a heartbeat.

I didn't want to keep Becca waiting too long, lest she wonder what was going on. I slid off my boxers and stepped behind her, between her spread legs. I slowly pushed the head of my now seriously hard cock in to her ready slit. I went slowly, knowing that I could have gone very quickly since she was just spread wide open by my hands, but I wanted to tease her. I only stuck my head in.

"Please go all the way inside me. I want you to fuck me hard," Becca pleaded. I slid in another inch. Becca whimpered a bit and asked me to push harder. I waited a moment, and looked out the window, where Danni was now bucking her hips on top of Chad. Her massive were tits swaying back and forth. Her eyes fixated on me. 

I felt turned on and jealous of Chad at the same time. Happy and angry, all at once.

I reached out to my headboard and picked up a small bottle of lube I put there for this very purpose. I opened it, and dribbled a little bit between Becca's ass cheeks. With my right index finger, I slicked up her crack and rubbed a little on her anus. Becca hummed, and whimpered again. I pushed my cock in to her pussy just a bit more. I pushed the tip of my finger up against her puckered hole.

"Quit teasing me, motherfucker," was Becca's ladylike response to my actions. It was somewhere between a whine and a command. I pressed my index finger in to her ass up to the first knuckle and let it rest there. Next, I pushed my dick all the way in to her box with an audible squishing noise. I had my left hand wrapped around her left hip, my right hand around her ass like I was palming a soccer ball, with just the tip of my index finger in her hole. I started to move my hips slowly back and forth. I didn't move my finger, but just let her rocking hips lightly shake the tip back and forth.

"God, that feels awesome. Keep going." Becca responded. I felt her anus relax its tight grip on my finger, so I slid it in a little further. She responded with a shudder that I could feel through her entire body. I pulled my cock out almost all the way, and slowly slid it back in. I kept up a steady, slow rhythm, and slowly pushed my finger all the way up her ass over the next couple of strokes, letting it rest just a bit each time I pushed it in further. Becca was gasping in time with my strokes. She seemed to be really enjoying this.

I was enjoying it as well, but I was also distracted by the Live Sex Show going on across the alley. 

Danni was still on top, and was now energetically bouncing up and down on Chad's cock. She was almost completely pulling off of it, and then dropping her shaved slit back down on it. She was doing this for show, I had to guess 'cause she was fucking like a porn star at this point. 

I could tell that what Chad lacked in personality, he made up for in the cock department. The guy was huge. I guess that's what Danni saw in him, it wasn't his skills at conversation, it was his ability to work with a concealed weapon. 

It was a good thing I was just keeping up a steady rhythm, as I didn't want to explain to Becca why I was getting distracted. Before I looked back down and paid more attention to what was going in my bedroom, Danni looked up one more time and our eyes met again. She broke in to a wide, shit-eating grin. She was enjoying this, a lot. I blew her a kiss. She stuck her tongue out at me, and then immediately leaned down and kissed Chad as if to say "I'll flirt with you, but I'm still with Chad." As if I needed reminding of that.

I slowly picked up my pace with Becca. I left my finger still in her ass, letting the other pushing against her pussy and cheeks quiver the finger in place. I could actually feel my penis sliding in and out of her pussy through the walls of muscle, something I'd never felt before.

"God, that feels good. Go faster..." Becca mumbled. Despite having various appendages in her holes, I had kind of forgotten she was here. 

My mind was wandering all over the place between watching Danni and exploring the sensations of what was going on, I had lost focus on providing Becca with any sort of pleasure. At this point I was totally distracted by Danni. I wanted her so badly I could taste it. I was a good thing that I had kept up a constant rhythm, or else I would have forgotten that, too.

I slowly pulled the finger in her ass out about half way, and then worked it back in. Becca hummed in approval. I tried as best I could to alternate my finger going in and out of her with my dick sliding in and out. Finger out, cock in. She seemed to enjoy this, so I quickened the pace of both. 

"God, that's awesome, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me with your finger," Becca was chanting as I kept going faster. Pretty soon, I lost the ability to alternate my finger and hips, I was just focused on going as hard as I could in to both holes.

I looked up for a second to catch Danni licking Chad's monster rod. He must have come, and she was providing a post-fuck cat bath and teasing session. Again, she looked up right as I did, our eyes meeting again. God, I wanted her.

I quickly looked back down at Becca, who was starting to squirm about as her second orgasm approached. Her breaths were coming fast and short. I sped up as much as I could, and kept going. Becca started to make noises as she came, grunting and moaning. I kept up my pace, knowing I wouldn't be too far behind her. I pulled my finger out of her ass and grabbed her hips with both hands and started to move her back and forth and just slammed her in to me as much as possible.

"Ugh," I started to come with a groan. As I started to pump my cum in to Becca, I opened my clenched eyes to see Danni looking at me. She was nodding, and rubbing her nipples as if to encourage me to keep going. Chad was nowhere to be seen, probably in the bathroom. Danni hung around to watch the end of the show, it seemed. 

I continued to pound in to Becca as hard and as fast as I could even after I finished coming. Finally I slowed down as I couldn't keep up the pace anymore. I stopped thrusting, and I leaned forward, resting my sweaty chest on Becca's sweaty back.

"That was great. Thank you... and Happy Birthday" I whispered in to her ear.

"I loved your finger up my butt, the feeling was awesome with you fucking me from behind." Becca rolled over and knocked the pillows that were under her out of the way. It seems she had sobered up a bit since the restaurant. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me from underneath. 

"We should do that more often."

"Mmmm... Let's take a shower and then climb in to bed and cuddle," she recommended. I couldn't argue. I felt the need to get clean. I rolled off of her, and just flopped on the bed for a second, too spent to move for the moment. She sat up and then stood up, turning to look out of the window for a second. 

I froze. 

Oh shit. 

What was the scene out there right now? Was a naked Becca looking at a naked Danni? If so, naked Becca would have to know that I was watching naked Danni while Becca and I fucked. 

I'd never mentioned the fact that Danni and I had shared a few "private shows" together prior to Becca and I dating. I could be royally fucked right now, with Becca pissed off. Hopefully, I wouldn't have to do any explaining. I couldn't just sit up and look to see quickly, she'd know something was up. 

I studied her face to look for any sign of what she saw.

Without a word, Becca turned and walked towards the bathroom.

I sat up quickly and turned my head around so fast I thought I'd snap something. I had to see what Becca saw out of the window.




CNG (Cute Neighbor Girl)



Then it hit her. And 5 seconds later, me.

Oh shit. 

"Hey, you're my neighbor," she practically squealed. I felt myself start to blush, and noticed red creeping up her neck as well.

Co-worker Danni was the neighbor girl, whom I had already seen quite a bit of, and her of me. 

This would be awkward. 

We both chuckled nervously. 

But we kept smiling.