4 comments/ 20841 views/ 9 favorites Lying About My Age By: FerdGerfel This story is a fantasy based very loosely on actual events and real people. As always, any similarities to any persons, places, or things, or anything you have heard before is a complete accident. ***** As I turned 40, the future looked, well, bleak. My marriage was over; a ten year ordeal that started out well and went slowly downhill. I realized far too late that my wife was a spendaholic, amongst her many other flaws. She had no concept of saving up for a rainy day. Late in our marriage she lost her job and refused to change her spending habits. By the time she divorced me because I couldn't support her anymore we were broke. I was a paralegal, and although I was paid well for what I did it was in essence a dead-end job. I mean, it's not like you can get promoted to attorney, you know what I mean? And I certainly wasn't going to go to law school at this point in my life. I know that people did it, but I couldn't imagine taking on that kind of challenge (and that much debt) at this point in my life. So there I was, freshly divorced and looking for a place to live. With the alimony I had to pay so that my poor ex-wife could maintain her lifestyle, I had very little left over for myself. I found that the only places I could safely afford were one bedroom apartments. I was horrified. I loved homeownership, and the thought of having to sell my house and go back to renting after almost ten years was too depressing to think about. I thought about the types of people I used to live near when I last rented, mostly the younger wild crowd that would be outside partying half the night. I had no interest in living near that kind of racket, not at this point in my life. I connected with an agent who pointed me towards a development of garden apartments close to work that catered to "working professionals." They had a strict policy of no noise between 11pm and 7am. I scoffed. So did the dorms in college, I thought to myself, remembering the nights I was kept up by drunken frat boys running around the halls at 3am. But still, sadly, I didn't have any other options, so I swallowed what little pride I had left and signed a lease. I was lucky that I was able to get a second floor apartment right at the end of a building, so there would be nobody above me, and only one adjoining neighbor, so there would be much less of a chance of being annoyed by noisy neighbors. And so there I was, a week shy of 40, moving into a one-bedroom apartment where the average tenant was fresh out of college. One thing I did have going for me was that I didn't look my age. I was 5'11, 165 pounds, with wavy brown hair that was only just starting to become sprinkled with gray. My face had a few lines around the eyes but for the most part I looked almost exactly the way I did when I was 25. There were still people I'd meet here and there who based on my appearance thought that I was just out of college, not pushing 40. It was flattering, to say the least. Still, I wasn't thinking about lying about my age to my new neighbors to try to fit in. Frankly I didn't give them much thought, except to hope that they were good, quiet people who would stay the hell out of my way. I moved in with my few belongings. When my ex wife and I bought our house and moved in together, she decided that we would keep all of her furniture and get rid of mine, so of course with the divorce she kept almost all of the furniture, except for a recliner that was my choice to buy, and eventually the place I slept when things got bad. I had that, a dresser, and an old TV/VCR combo that outlived my marriage. All that and my clothes was all I had. I didn't have a kitchen table, dishes, silverware, linen, ugh! I got anxious just thinking about it. Luckily my family donated some second-hand house wares and I blew up my credit cards buying a cheap single bed and getting anything else I needed. It turned out to be better than I thought. No, there weren't any wild parties, or crazy people running around screaming all night. There were noises to get used to, like doors slamming and people talking as they roamed up and down the halls. I cranked up the volume on my TV or my stereo and tried to ignore it. After a week I saw my next door neighbor for the first time. It was the day before my birthday, and I had dinner plans with a friend. I had stopped off after work to change my shirt. I left my apartment and was heading back down the hall, and she was walking in. She was, well, a girl, medium height and build, with long auburn hair. She looked to be about 25. That was about as much as I cared to notice about her. All I knew was that I hadn't heard a peep from her, and that was the way I wanted it. I was going to give her a pleasant smile as I passed her. She had other ideas, moving until she was blocking my path in the hall. "You must be my new neighbor!" She all but shouted. "Hi, I'm Jamie," she said, extending her hand to me as she closed the distance. I took it and shook it warily. Her hand was feminine, her grip was dainty. She was probably a girly girl. She probably liked shopping and would spend all of my money like my ex-wife did, I remember thinking. No, I wasn't over my divorce yet, and I wouldn't be until I stopped thinking like that. I realized that she was waiting for me to say something. "Hi, I'm Rick," I all but mumbled. "Nice to meet you Rick!" Jamie said. "How do you like it here so far?" "Oh, umm," I said, shifting uneasily from one foot to the other, "It's okay, I guess." "Well, if you need anything, I'm right next door," Jamie said, "I always have coffee." I made a face. I didn't like coffee. Jamie noticed my reaction. "Tea?" She asked helpfully. My expression didn't change. "A cup of sugar?" I fought the urge to look at my wrist. I didn't wear a watch and I hadn't for years. I did have a friend waiting for me, but I didn't want to be rude to... Jamie was it? I took another moment to look her over. She wasn't a bad-looking girl. She wasn't gorgeous, and I took a moment to try to figure out why. Her nose may have been a little too big, or her eyes were too close together, or too far apart. She might have been just a little too heavy, even for a man like me who didn't mind a woman with some meat on her bones. Whatever it was she was missing that perfect symmetry that attractive people had and the rest of us lamented. What she did have going for her was her vivacious personality, and the fact that she was, well, young. Still, I didn't have any real interest in a girl that was probably born when I was already in high school. We would have nothing in common. I still needed to not act like an asshole though. I decided to be charming Rick. I gave her my best smile, "Sounds great," I said. "Good," Jamie beamed at me. I judged her to be 5'7, maybe 5'8, but I didn't know how much her shoes were adding to her height. Her clothes, well I typically don't notice things like that, so... sorry. I thought the conversation was over, and I made a move to start moving around her to continue walking down the hall. "Well, if you need anything, just let me know," she added. I paused to look at her again. Was she trying to be neighborly or was she really this needy for human contact? "I will," I said, hoping again that the conversation was over, but she looked like she was going to say something else, so I quickly added, "I'm late meeting a friend for dinner." "Oh. Oh!" She exclaimed. "Hot date?" She winked at me. Now I was getting downright irritated. "No, an old friend," I said. I could feel myself start to fidget. I scratched my head with one hand and shoved the other one into my pants pocket. How rude would it be to just start walking away? "Oh!" She said again, "And I'm holding you up! How rude of me. Well, it was nice meeting you, Rick, and good luck. If you need anything, let me know," she extended her hand again, and I reflexively grabbed it and shook it awkwardly. She finally moved out of my way, and I felt relieved as I passed her and continued down the hall, wondering how easy it would be to simply avoid her for however long we'd be living next to each other. A couple of weeks passed. My 40th came and went. I settled into my new life. I didn't see Jamie again, although I could hear her voice through the wall every once in a while. One thing I did discover about being newly single was, well, freedom. My ex wife was controlling, and if she saw me sitting around trying to relax she would come up with chores around the house for me to do. She herself did little except for ordering me around. It was so refreshing to be able to sit down and do nothing without the fear that I would hear that annoying voice say, "Rick, would you mind taking out the garbage?" One thing that came back to me quickly was my libido. My ex wife was an attractive woman, but as our marriage fell apart and my love for her faded and was replaced first by indifference and then by outright hostility, my desire to sleep with her dwindled. We had sex about once a week, then about once every other week, then about once a month if I could stand to be in the same room with her for an hour. At the end she was always around, cloying and nagging, and it became impossible to even find a quiet moment to jerk off when I wanted to. So there I was, 40 years old, jerking off two, even three times a day. I thought that when I turned 40 my sex drive would be waning, or nonexistent. That I would be more interested in watching a ballgame and napping on the recliner than seeing what pornos were free on demand or surfing the internet for free porn or erotic stories to read. I felt like I was 16 again, left alone for a weekend with nothing else to do but get myself off. I would jerk off in the morning before my shower; I would jerk off in the evening before bed. Sometimes I would jerk off right when I got home from work, images of one of the hot secretaries in my office fresh in my mind. Some nights I would wake up at 2 or 3 am and not be able to get back to sleep until I turned on the TV and looked for whatever dirty movie would invariably be on one of the Showtime channels. I know what you're thinking. You're young looking, single, and horny. Go out there and find some girl and get laid. The truth is my ex wife screwed me up so badly I couldn't even see myself with another woman. I went on one date shortly after I turned 40. I was set up by a friend who was convinced I needed to get right back out there. I quickly realized that all I was doing was comparing her with my ex, searching for similar flaws so that I could write this woman off. I had this lofty ideal of a perfect woman in my head now, an ideal that nobody was ever going to live up to. One night I fell asleep in my recliner watching television and woke up around 11pm. I got up groggily, intent on stumbling off to bed when I heard a sound through the wall. My first thought was oh, great. That noisy girl next door is making a racket. But then I heard it again. It was a moan. Then there was another moan. Wait, was she having sex in there? I was instantly awake and growing hard. I found myself creeping towards the wall we shared. I was listening for the telltale signs she was having sex, other voices, bedsprings creaking, but there was none. Another moan came through the wall. I decided she was masturbating. What was her name, Jamie? I hadn't seen her since that first day in the hallway, and I tried to remember her appearance, putting a picture of her in my mind's eye, imagining her as she must be right then, lying with her legs spread on her bed. Was she in some kind of sexy lingerie or was she naked? Was she using a vibrator or a dildo, or just her hands? I didn't hear any buzzing. I pulled down the shorts I was wearing and took hold of myself, stroking as I heard a louder moan through the wall. She sounded as though she was close to orgasm, and I rushed to catch up. Moans gave way to vocalizations. "Oh, yes, oh yes," I heard her cry out, and I could imagine her hips bucking, the soft squelching sounds her pussy would be making as it gushed fluids as she came. I reached over and grabbed a couple of tissues, grunting now as I went over the edge thinking about it, coming into the tissues in my hand. She was quiet now, and I tried to imagine her pulling her nightgown into place or simply rolling over in the nude and going to sleep. One thing was for sure; I thought as I went into the bathroom and flushed the soiled tissues down the toilet, I wasn't going to forget about that anytime soon. Female masturbation always fascinated me. Maybe it was because growing up I was led to believe that masturbating was something only guys did. Even in sex education when my clearly uncomfortable and out of his depth gym teacher awkwardly told us about female masturbation, I didn't believe that girls actually did it. It wasn't until college and late night conversations with some uninhibited female friends did I ever get a first-hand confirmation that yes, women did masturbate. It's something I would've loved to see, but it was something I never felt comfortable asking my lovers about. I always thought that masturbation was something private and I never asked any of my girlfriends to let me watch. My ex wife on the other hand never masturbated. And you would believe that about her if you met her. You would never meet a more uptight, holier-than-thou woman. I would never go more than a week without sexual release, far less if I could help it. Towards the end when we were barely having sex, I would be going crazy after a few days. I would turn on the shower and hurriedly jerk off in the toilet, trying to stay aroused and stimulated while worrying that she was going to interrupt me, or worse walk in needing to get something and catch me like that. I wouldn't have been embarrassed, but she would have been mortified, and it was something I didn't want to have to deal with. Anyway, as you can imagine, I was immediately obsessed with my neighbor. How did I go a whole month without hearing that? I thought to myself. How often did she do it? Did I never hear her before because I was always in my bedroom sleeping by then or because it was the first time she had ever done it since I moved in? Sleep be damned, I knew that the next night I would be right back there by our shared wall listening. I was a creature of habit, and I was used to falling asleep around 10pm, so I found myself struggling to stay awake, even though I desperately wanted to. Every time I felt myself dozing off I would get up and walk around my living room, pausing to put my ear up against the wall. I could hear something, the low murmur of the television, but it wasn't loud enough to make out what she was watching. Eventually I fell asleep despite my efforts to stay awake, and woke up well after midnight. Cursing myself, I stumbled to our shared wall, but I heard nothing on the other side. I decided that I would have to see Jamie, to talk to her again, and I started to listen intently for her in the hallway when I was home. I figured that I would get an idea of when she was usually coming and going, and casually bump into her in the hallway. Yeah, it was a stalker thing to do. I don't know why I didn't just knock on the door and ask for a cup of sugar like she suggested. Fortune smiled on me. A couple of days later I heard Jamie's voice in the hallway. She must have been talking to someone on her cell phone as she was coming home. "... I'm just going to stay in and do some laundry tonight..." I heard her say as she reached her door. I heard her keys jiggling in the lock and then she went inside. I leapt to action, gathering up my dirty clothes, my laundry detergent, and my kindle. At the last moment I decided I didn't have enough dirty clothes since I just did laundry a few days ago, and filled my basket with some clean clothes from my drawers. I burst out of my apartment and down the stairs to our building's laundry room. It was empty. I started a wash and sat down in a chair facing the door, reading my kindle and trying to look otherwise nonchalant. I wasn't even paying attention to what I was reading. I kept glancing at the door, or listening intently for the sound of someone coming down the stairs. Finally half an hour later I heard footsteps approaching. I straightened up in my chair, and braced myself to casually glance up as Jamie entered. Only... it wasn't Jamie. It was a guy. A tall, muscular, tattooed guy, with a sculpted beard, a baseball cap on backwards, and ugh, I hated him already. "Sup, bro," he said to me, and I realized that I was staring at him, maybe even glaring at him. "Sup," I said, and forced my eyes back to my kindle, although with my ears I was listening intently to every sound he made. I heard him start a wash and then leave the laundry room. I breathed a sigh of relief, until I heard Jamie's voice in the stairwell. "Oh hey Chris," she said, that flirtatious, vivacious voice echoing. "Hey Jamie," Chris replied. "Is that new ink?" Jamie asked, and from where I was sitting I could imagine her putting her hand on his thick forearm. "Yeah, I'm not sure yet if I want to get it colored in or not," Chris replied, and I was surprised he could even string a sentence that long together. "You totally should," Jamie replied, "It would look so cool. How's Caitlyn? Is she feeling better?" "She feels just fine to me," Chris replied, and I could feel myself exhale. Caitlyn must be his girlfriend. "Oh, stop!" Jamie said, and I could imagine her playfully slapping Chris as she said that. "You're so bad. Well tell her I said hi." "I will," Chris said, and I heard his heavy footsteps moving away. I struggled to keep my face neutral as I knew that Jamie would be walking in at any moment. "Hey!" Jamie said as she entered the laundry room and saw me sitting there. I was pretending to read again, and I made a show of glancing up from my book. "Rich, right?" She asked. "Yeah, and you're... Jamie?" I tried to say as nonchalantly as possible. "Since birth," she replied, and I smiled despite myself. Whatever else she may or may not have had going for her, at least she had a quick wit. "So how do you like it here so far?" She asked me, dropping her laundry basket next to one of the open washing machines. "It's okay," I replied, "Kind of smaller than I'm used to..." "Is this your first time away from home?" Jamie asked. I froze. She really must have thought I was in my 20's. I was going to make a comment about my townhouse and eventually my ex-wife, but my mind kicked into overdrive. What if I pretended I really was that young? I wanted to get closer to this girl. It would be much easier if I led her to believe I was her age, not 15 years older. "Well, except for the dorms, yeah." I finally said. "I know how you feel," Jamie said, and I breathed a subtle sigh of relief. She bought it. "You're used to your parents doing things for you, and now you have to do everything yourself." I was watching the clothes that Jamie was tossing into the machine. It was all clothing. No underwear or sexy lingerie. I turned my gaze back to her face. No, she wasn't beautiful, I thought, but a phrase popped into my head, 'I wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers.' I cleared my throat, thinking of a way to keep the conversation going. "So, what do you do?" I asked. "Oh, I'm a dental assistant," Jamie said. "I know, teeth, lame right?" "No," I said, "It's a good career. A good, stable profession. People are always going to need dental care." "I guess," Jamie said, "If you don't mind looking in people's mouths all day." "You don't like it?" I asked. "It's not that I don't like it..." Jamie said, and she paused, "It has its ups and downs, I guess. What about you? What do you do?" "I'm a paralegal," I said. Lying About My Age Ch. 02 This story is a fantasy based very loosely on actual events and real people. As always, any similarities to any persons, places, or things, or anything you have heard before is a complete accident. ***** I lay in bed the next morning, thinking I was going to die. I mean, it could happen, right? I was 40 years old. If it was 200-300 years ago, I would have already outlived my life expectancy. My mother's father died at 40 of a heart attack. I just had a checkup and I was given a clean bill of health, but that didn't matter. It didn't have to be from anything obvious. There could be a number of things wrong with me that a doctor would never be able to detect if they weren't specifically looking for it. An aneurism, or something like that. Maybe my episode of impotence the night before was an early warning sign of some sort of disease that would eventually kill me. I called out sick to work. That in itself was noteworthy. I never called out sick to work. I was always the guy who came to work so sick that my co-workers would beg me to go home before I infected the whole office. I was the guy that was always taking off half of December because he had to use up his PTO by the end of the year. Even when I was going through my marital issues and my divorce, I never missed a day of work unless it was to go to court, or engage in the antagonistic, unproductive meetings between my ex and our lawyers. Work was my solace from all of that in those dark days. I was never a person to lie in bed and do nothing all day. If I was going to stay in bed, it was probably for a sexual reason, either alone or with someone else. I thought that maybe I should try to get an erection, but I was terrified that it wouldn't work again, so I avoided anything sexual. I watched the baseball highlight show on MLB Network for hours, the same hour-long show over and over again, eventually turning over to the network game shows later in the morning. When I was too hungry to stand it anymore I got out of bed and ate the sandwiches and snacks I would've brought for lunch that day. After that I just sort of wandered around my apartment, feeling old. I mean, was this it? Was this life? I never thought I was a shallow person, but I always avoided those types of questions. It was probably how I ended up in such a shitty situation in the first place, I thought to myself. Not thinking about my future and where I wanted to end up. So here I was, 40 and divorced with no children, stuck in a dead end job in a one bedroom apartment, and I had no real hope that anything would get any better. My mind finally drifted to what I had been avoiding up until then. Jamie. I could see her in my mind's eye, those auburn locks, those dark brown eyes, moving in to kiss me, but I froze. What was crazier, pushing away a 25 year old woman who wanted me or thinking that being with a woman 15 years younger than me was a good idea? Sure, I led her to believe that I was her age, and if she knew my true age she probably would not have been interested. I blew it though. I blew it completely. I wondered if Jamie ever wanted to see me again. I settled into my recliner in the afternoon, watching mindless television and trying to avoid the dark, depressing thoughts I had been mired in all day. I ate a frozen dinner and plopped back into my recliner, waiting patiently for the day to end. When the knock on my door came I was so startled I jumped. It couldn't be Jamie, could it? I thought to myself as I moved to the door. I looked through the peephole and sure enough it was Jamie out there. I had an odd feeling in my gut. Do I let her in? Maybe it was better if I didn't, if I acted like a complete asshole and pushed her away. She could go find someone her own age, like that tattooed muscle head with the backwards hat in the laundry room. Sure he had a girlfriend, but guys like him were easy to find. Bars were full of them. While I was standing there deliberating, Jamie knocked again. "Rich," she said, "Open up. I can hear your television." Busted, I thought. It's only fair that she could hear into my apartment too. I couldn't pretend that I simply wasn't there. I took a deep breath, and then I opened the door. Jamie was standing there, dressed in light blue scrubs. She must have come straight from work. She gave a little start when she saw me. I must have been quite a sight. I didn't shower or shave that morning. My short brown hair must have been a mess, my t-shirt and shorts disheveled. "Are you okay?" She asked. "Are you sick?" "I didn't feel good," I mumbled, "I called out sick." "Oh," Jamie said, "I can come back another time..." "No," I said forcefully, surprising both of us. "I'm fine now. You can come in." I pulled the door completely open and moved out the way. Jamie looked skeptical, but she walked past me and into my apartment. "I like what you've done with the place," she said dryly. Unlike Jamie's fully furnished apartment, mine was Spartan, at best. My living room only contained my recliner and the flat screen TV I sprung for, sitting on the cheapest stand that would hold it. I had a rickety second-hand kitchen table and chairs. There were no pictures on the wall, or any tables or shelves full of trinkets, no nothing. "Well, sit down," I said to her, gesturing to my recliner. I moved the few steps to the kitchen area and pulled one of the chairs over beside the recliner. Jamie perched uneasily at the edge of my recliner, and I guessed that she had something short and dismissive to say, and then she would be gone. Let her get it over with, I thought to myself, and then I could go back to wallowing in my misery. "About last night..." Jamie said, and I braced myself. Here it comes, I thought, and then I wondered why I was bracing myself. I was the one who pushed her away, and now I didn't want to hear her rejecting me? "I just wanted to apologize again," Jamie said. "I should have known that a guy like you wouldn't be interested in a girl like me." Wait, what? I thought to myself. That line was unexpected, and I found myself asking the question before I could even think about it. "What do you mean?" "Well, you," Jamie said, "Tall, dark, handsome, funny. You have your shit together. I'm short and fat and I..." she trailed off. "You thought it was because I wasn't attracted to you?" I asked incredulously. "You're not tall or thin," I said before I could think better of it, "But you're not ugly." I almost added 'you're young', but I held back. "Then you know, don't you," Jamie said. "God!" She wailed. "I thought a guy that didn't grow up around here wouldn't know..." "Know what?" I asked. Jamie stared at me. "You really don't know, do you?" She asked. "No. What?" I asked again. Jamie's shoulders slumped, and she looked down to the floor. She was wringing her hands. "Back in high school," she said, "I had a moment of indiscretion. There was this guy; well he was the captain of the football team. And he got my number from somewhere, and he started texting me. I was thinking, wow, the captain of the football team is interested in me? I was so naïve. After a while it got, you know, sexual. Eventually he talked me into sending him a naked photo of myself. And then... he shared it with the whole school." "Wow." I mumbled. It was all I could say. Jamie was still staring at the floor. I could only imagine the strength it took to even tell somebody about it. "It was all a joke to him, to his friends. Not so much to his girlfriend at the time, who cornered me after school one day with all of her friends. I thought I was going to die. They called me all sorts of names, slut, whore, tramp. It was the must humiliating experience you could imagine. This was eight years ago, before there were even words like sexting and slut shaming, before cyber bullying became a thing. I don't know how I got singled out by that guy. I wasn't one of the 'cool kids', but I wasn't exactly an outcast either. My family and friends were supportive, and I suppose that's how I made it through when some other girls... didn't. I should've moved far away as soon as I had the chance, but I didn't. I didn't want to leave my family. My only real boyfriend was in college and he was from the other side of the country and never knew anything about it. Most people are cool with it now. It's the girls, really. They're the ones that are nice to my face and talk about me behind my back. Most of my friends are male, except for Sue. And that's it. That's my story." I was speechless. What do you say to someone after a story like that? You poor thing? No, that wasn't a good response. I didn't think any less of her. She was young. We all make mistakes. Yeah, that was good, I thought. Go with that. "You were young," I said, "We all make mistakes." "You're sweet," Jamie said, "You know, there are mistakes, and then there's holy shit you fucked up your life for good types of mistakes that you'll never live down. Maybe I should just leave here. Just move somewhere new and start fresh where nobody would ever know what happened." My heart went out to Jamie, but what do I do? Do I go over and comfort her? Her body language was telling me to stay away. I felt compelled to share with her. "I've been hiding something too," I eventually said. Jamie turned to look at me. There were tears in her eyes. "What?" How do I explain myself? "I may have led you to believe that I'm younger than I really am," I said. "Oh yeah," Jamie said, "You're what, thirty?" "Older than that," I said. "Thirty-one?" Jamie asked. I shook my head. "Thirty-three?" Jamie asked. I shook my head again. "Thirty-five?" She asked a little more loudly. I shook my head again. "Holy fuck," Jamie finally said. "How old are you?" "I umm... I just turned forty," I said. Jamie laughed. "You're full of shit. No way," she said. "Are you serious? You look like you're twenty-five! What's your secret?" "I have no idea," I said. "Good genes? I don't really take care of myself. I've just always looked young, even though I've been through hell lately." "Yeah, how'd you end up... here? If you don't mind my asking," Jamie said. "Well, after my divorce..." "Holy shit, you're divorced?" Jamie shouted over me. "Do you have any kids?" "No, no kids," I said quickly, "After my divorce, I was broke. This was all I could afford." "Wow," Jamie said, "I mean, I saw a few gray hairs, but I figured you were just prematurely gray. Turns out you're right on target huh?" "Yeah, pretty much," I said. "Wow, so you were in what, high school when I was born?" Jamie asked, and giggled. I just stared at her. "So now we know each other's secrets," Jamie said. "Friends?" I was thinking that she didn't know all of my secrets, like what I could hear her doing through our shared wall. The poor girl, I thought to myself, after what she had gone through, to have some middle-aged creep listening to her masturbate through a wall? I felt like I had to tell her. "There's one other secret that I have to tell you," I said slowly. "Oh my God, what?" Jamie said. "You're not really fifty, are you?" "No, no," I said, and I took a deep breath. "Umm... a few times... late at night... I could hear you... by complete accident... through the wall..." I gestured to my living room wall, "And you were... while you were..." I trailed off. Jamie's eyes were wide, staring at the wall. I braced myself. She was going to freak out, I thought. "Oh my God!" She shrieked. "I'm so sorry! How thin are these fucking walls? You heard me while I was... that must have been so uncomfortable for you!" Yeah, it made me uncomfortable, I thought to myself, and on cue I felt a familiar tingling in my groin. I was starting to grow hard! I momentarily forgot all about the situation, just feeling grateful that I was getting an erection again. I know, I was impotent for what, a day? It was still scary. I squirmed in my seat, my erection filling my shorts and making me uncomfortable. I eventually realized I needed to say something to Jamie. "It wasn't so bad, really," I said, "It was kind of... well..." "You enjoyed it, didn't you?" Jamie asked, and a sly grin came over her face. I was shocked to realize that she didn't feel victimized. She wasn't angry. If anything, she was amused. "How much did you enjoy it?" She asked. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Not only wasn't Jamie freaked out or angry that I was listening to her masturbate through the wall, now she was turning it around on me. I could feel myself blushing. "Oh... umm..." I stammered. "Did you get hard?" Jamie asked. "Did you... did you touch yourself too?" I felt my mouth go dry. All I could do was nod my head. Jamie smiled, and slid off of the recliner. I waited for her to move toward me, but she stayed in place. "I'm making you uncomfortable," she said. "I always say what's on my mind." She paused, and I got the sense that she was waiting for me to say something, but I was still speechless, staring at her. "I'm not ashamed," she continued, "And you shouldn't be either. It's perfectly normal." She paused again. "Well, I'd better go. We'll talk again, soon?" She said, indicating our shared wall with a nod of her head. She was basically inviting me to listen to her. I gaped at her as she moved toward the door and left my apartment, closing the door behind her. I sat there frozen for a while, thinking about what had just happened. Jamie basically invited me to listen to her masturbate. I could feel my erection tingling in my shorts. I felt butterflies in my stomach. It was one thing when she didn't know I was there, but now that she knew, could I really stand there and listen to her? How weird was it going to be? I eventually got up and moved to my recliner, turning the TV back on and moving back into my normal evening routine of watching baseball until I fell asleep. I couldn't stop thinking about Jamie though. She was right next door. What was she doing? Despite having done nothing all day long except lie around and feel sorry for myself, I started to feel sleepy, and fell into a stupor. I was startled when the knock came. I thought for a moment that someone was at the door. What time was it, I thought groggily, glancing at the time on the cable box. It was only a little after 9pm. Was I sleeping? Then I heard knocking again. It wasn't coming from the door; it was coming from the wall. Startled awake, I jumped out of my chair and over to the wall. "Jamie?" I asked tentatively. No response. "Jamie?" I said a little louder. "Rich?" I heard Jamie reply. "Can you hear me?" "I can hear you," I said. "Hey," she said. "So, you can hear me through the wall," she added matter-of-factly. "Yeah," I said. "I'm not going to beat around the bush," Jamie said, "I've always had this fantasy of having... an audience. Of being watched, or in this case, listened to. After what I went through I thought I was never going to trust anyone again. I don't know why, but I trust you." After another pause, she added. "I like the fact that you are on the other side of the wall." I felt moved by what she said. "I promise I won't tell anyone about this. So, what do I do?" I found myself asking, and felt silly. "You don't have to do anything," Jamie said. "Just be there." I heard a rustling sound. "Make yourself comfortable." There was another pause, and I felt self-conscious, like I should've been saying something, but I didn't know what. "After I left your apartment," Jamie eventually continued, "I had dinner, took a long, hot shower, and now I'm in my jammies," Jamie giggled. "My soft cotton jammies. I love how they feel against my skin. The way the top brushes against my breasts when I move. It makes my nipples tingle. Do you like big breasts Rich?" I was so focused on trying to picture her; I almost didn't hear her question. I was hard as a rock already, absent-mindedly touching myself outside of my shorts. "Yeah," I mumbled, and then quickly said "Yeah," again a little louder to make sure she could hear me. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was basically having some kind of phone sex through the wall. "Mmm... I like my big breasts," Jamie was saying, "When I don't have to lug them around. Do you want to know what I'm doing right now?" "Yes," I said. "I'm brushing my nipples with my fingers," Jamie said. "It feels so good. My nipples are getting hard. It's sending tingles through my whole body. I'm unbuttoning my top now," Jamie said. "Just the top two buttons, so that I can reach my tits under my shirt. I like to leave my clothes half-undone. It makes me feel naughtier." I heard Jamie moan. "I have the ceiling fan on in the bedroom," Jamie said, "And it's blowing cool air on my hard nipples. It feels so good. It almost feels like someone is sucking on them. Are you still there Rich?" "Yeah," I said. I had a firmer grip on myself, rubbing my erection through my shorts. I felt like I should have said something to her, but I couldn't think of anything more than 'I'm touching myself' and it sounded silly to me. "Good," Jamie said. "I'm sliding my hand down my belly now. I know I'm not thin, but I like feeling my soft belly. I think women should be soft. What do you think Rich?" "I like soft women," I said. The truth was that Jamie was a little heavier than I typically like women to be, but I would've said just about anything to keep this going. "What about pubic hair?" Jamie asked. "Do you like women neatly trimmed or completely shaved... or do you like it hairy?" I could hear her giggling. "I don't really have a preference," I heard myself saying. I didn't. The less hair, the better, I thought, but I didn't want to get opinionated and say the wrong thing. "Liar," Jamie said teasingly. "Well, I'm completely shaved. In fact I just shaved now in the shower. I love shaving myself, lathering myself, feeling my smooth pussy. It makes me so horny." I heard Jamie gasp. "I just touched my pussy," she said, "Slid my fingers through my pussy lips and brushed my clit. It feels so good." "I love watching myself," Jamie continued, "Watching my fingers move under my pajama bottoms. I'm so wet. I love tasting myself." There was a pause, and I could imagine Jamie bringing her fingers to her mouth and sucking on them. I heard her moan, "Tastes so good," she said. "I have a full length mirror in my bedroom, and sometimes I'll stand in front of the mirror and play with myself, but getting off is so much easier lying down." There was another pause, and I heard the bedsprings creak. "I just pulled my bottoms over my hips," Jamie said. "Ooh, I just felt a breeze against my clit. It feels so good. I'm pulling my pussy lips apart with my fingers, letting my clit feel the air. Ahhh," she said theatrically, and then giggled. "What about you Rich? Are you still... dressed?" I gulped, and looked down at myself. My shorts were still on, my erection outlined in my shorts. Part of me felt silly, but I also thought that I should reciprocate in some way. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and underwear and pulled them down, my 7 inch erection popping free. "I just pulled my shorts down," I said through the wall. Jamie was silent for a few seconds, and then she asked, "Are you hard?" "Yes," I replied. "How..." Jamie started to say, and then stopped. I wondered what was going on over there. "How big are you?" I looked down at myself. I wasn't huge, but nobody ever complained. At least, nobody ever complained to my face. "Seven inches," I said. I heard Jamie moan. "That's the size of all of my toys," Jamie said, "But I'll bet your dick doesn't vibrate." I could hear Jamie laughing now, and I found myself chuckling too. It was good that she didn't have a 12 inch dildo, and would look at me and think 'is that all you got?' "Are you touching it?" Jamie asked. Lying About My Age Ch. 02 I hadn't been since I pulled my shorts down. I wrapped my hand around it and tugged it. "Yes," I said. "Good," Jamie said. "Want to know what I'm doing right now?" "Yes," I replied. Jamie made a little noise. "I'm touching my clit," she said. "Just brushing a finger against it. "It's so sensitive. I love it when it gets hard like this. I'm playing with my boob with my other hand. The cool air is making my nipples hard. Do you like hard nipples Rich?" "Yes," I said. I was stroking myself now. My erection wasn't much bigger than my hand, but I had a little room to move my hand back and forth along my shaft. I tried to focus on how Jamie must have looked just then, pajamas half undone, one hand on her breast, the other on her clit. Jamie was moaning again. "Knowing you're over there listening to me is making me so hot. I'm getting close... Ahh... oh yes... here it comes... oh Rich... it feels so good... UGH," she cried and the bedsprings creaked. I froze and stopped stroking myself, amazed at the sound of Jamie having an orgasm. "Ohhh..." she moaned. "Oh wow... that was so good. Did you cum?" I looked down at my erection again. No, I didn't cum, I thought. Did I miss my chance? "Not yet," I said. "Good," I heard Jamie say. "I'm not done with you yet. I just need a minute to recover." "Okay," I said, and I looked down at myself. I gave my cock a couple of strokes to keep it hard. I listened intently for any sounds that Jamie was making. I heard a rustling noise and the bedsprings creaked. "I love to play with my pussy after I get myself off with my clit," Jamie eventually said. "I'm already all tingly, and my pussy is already wet. I can slide my fingers right in. I have two fingers inside myself. I love the feeling of being filled up. I know you have a big cock Rich, but is it thick?" "Yeah, it's thick," I said. "Mmm..." Jamie moaned, "I love a good, thick cock filling up my pussy." I heard Jamie gasp. "I just put a third finger into my pussy, and I'm touching my clit with my thumb. I'm pumping my fingers in and out. It feels so good," she said, drawing out the word good. "Are you stroking your thick cock Rich?" "Yeah," I said. I was stroking my cock vigorously. "Is this turning you on?" Jamie asked. "Yes," I said. "I'm pretending that my fingers are really your cock. Are you pretending that you're really fucking me?" Jamie asked. "Yeah," I said again. "Oh!" Jamie cried out. "I'm curling my fingers up to touch my g spot. Oh my God, this feels so good. Fuck me, fuck me Rich. Cum for me Rich." I reached over and grabbed tissues from the TV stand. I was stroking myself for all I was worth now, the sounds of Jamie finger fucking herself bringing me close to orgasm. I pressed my ear back to the wall. I could hear the bedsprings creaking. When Jamie spoke again, her voice was higher pitched. "Are you close Rich? I'm getting close. I want us to cum together. Are you going to cum?" "Yeah, I'm close," I grunted. "Good," Jamie said. "I want to hear you," she panted. She sounded like she was gasping for air. "Oh... god... YES!" She cried. I realized that Jamie was orgasming, and it helped to push me over the edge. I tried to make as much noise as I could, grunting and moaning as I shot my load into the tissues. I lost track of everything else as my orgasm washed over me. I struggled to keep track of Jamie, what she was saying. As I came back to myself I could hear her moan. "Oh my God," she said, "That was so good. Did you cum too?" "Yeah," I said. "Did you like it?" Jamie asked, and I was startled to hear that she didn't sound like the confidant woman that just took us both on a voyeuristic sexual adventure. She sounded scared. "Yes I did. Very much," I said. "Good." Jamie said. "Rich, I don't want this to get weird or anything. I hope that we can be good friends, but maybe once in a while, we can... you know..." "Definitely," I said. "This is certainly a great way to spend an evening." Jamie was silent for a while, and I started to worry that I said something wrong. Then I heard her laugh. "I made such a wet spot on the sheets. I'm going to have to throw them in the wash tomorrow. That was better than a porno and a vibrator. Thank you." "Thank you," I said. "Well, I'd better get to sleep," Jamie said. "We'll talk again soon okay?" "Okay," I said, and I started to wander away from the wall. "Goodnight!" I heard Jamie shout. "Goodnight!" I shouted back, and went off to clean myself up, thinking that whatever comes of this, it is certainly a better way to spend an evening compared to watching baseball and feeling sorry for myself. To be continued? ***** I hope you enjoyed this story. As always, I appreciate any feedback, but I especially appreciate positive and encouraging feedback. Lying About My Age Ch. 03 This ongoing story is a fantasy based very loosely on actual events and real people. As always, any similarities to any persons, places, or things, or anything you have heard before is a complete accident. ***** My mutual masturbation with Jamie became a nightly ritual. I mean, I didn't really have anything else going on in my life anyway. Even on a night when I went out to dinner with a friend or spent time with my family, it was easy enough to make my way home by 9pm. I would be there, in my recliner, watching television, waiting patiently for the knock on my wall. Jamie would be there, usually fresh out of her shower, ready to go. Yeah, it was kind of silly, in a way. At this point why didn't one of us just go over to the other person's apartment already? I think, deep down, it was good for both of us. There was kind of a connection without a connection, if that made any sense. We both got to feel like we were being with someone without really being with someone, to be in a relationship without really being in a relationship. With Jamie's past and me getting over my divorce, I think it just worked for us. The first few nights were pretty much carbon copies of our first encounter. She moaned as she fingered herself to orgasm and I jerked off listening to her. She said goodnight and I cleaned myself up and went to bed. After a few days we started talking a little more. I moved one of my rickety kitchen chairs over the wall so I would have a place to sit as we talked. I made a mental note to move the chair if anybody ever came to visit. A chair sitting all by itself next to the wall looked weird. "The last person to live in that apartment before you was an elderly woman," Jamie said. "She was a nice lady, always baking cookies." "What happened to her?" I asked. "She had a bad fall," Jamie said, "One day I came home from work and the paramedics were here. She broke her hip. Her family moved her into assisted living. I guess her lease was almost up anyway. It only happened a few months ago." "That sucks," I said. "Yeah, so now I have a slightly younger neighbor," Jamie said, and giggled. She was always making fun of our age difference any chance she got. "Hey!" I said, but I was laughing too. There was a pause, and I glanced at the clock. It was 9:45. I realized it was nearing my bedtime, and I reflexively yawned. I really was getting old, I thought. I can't even make it to 10pm anymore. "Rich?" Jamie asked. "Yes?" I replied. "Is what we're doing crazy?" She asked. I felt a chill creeping down my spine. She's having doubts, I thought. This is coming to an end. It was fun while it lasted, I guess. Still, I was compelled to give her my honest opinion. "A little," I said, "But it works for us," I added quickly. "That's the thing," Jamie said, "This was fine for a while, but now I kind of want... more." I swallowed. "More what?" I asked. Jamie paused. "You know," she said, as if I should've picked up on her meaning, "More than this. More than just us through a wall." "Oh," I said, and I felt dejected, thinking that she was putting an end to our relationship. "So, what do you think Rich? Do you think you're ready?" Jamie asked. "Ready for what?" I asked. Jamie laughed. "Ready to be together. In person." "Oh!" I shouted, relieved. I could feel my dick stirring. "Sure!" Jamie paused. "So..." she said after a few seconds, "My place or yours?" "Oh... well... ummm," I stammered, trying to shake my sleepiness. "Fine, my place then," Jamie said. "Come over when you're ready. The door will be open." When I'm ready? I thought. I'm ready now. I've been ready for days. Still, I thought I should go make sure I look at least somewhat presentable. I hopped off the rickety old chair and went to the bathroom. My boxers were around my ankles and I stumbled as I walked. I studied my penis, making sure there wasn't any leftover cum on it from our mutual masturbation. I pulled up my boxers. My hair was more or less in place, my t-shirt was... well... on. I'm about to go have sex, I thought. If I walked in looking like a slob, would it matter? I went looking for condoms and realized I didn't have any. Buying condoms was on my to-do list. It was only the last week or so since this thing with Jamie started that I even started to think there was any hope I'd be having sex anytime soon. Oh well, hopefully she'll have some, I thought. I took a deep breath. I could feel my heart pounding. I was ready. I opened my door and peered out into the hall. It was empty. Either everyone was already home or still out for the night. I closed my door but I left it unlocked. What the hell, I thought. If somebody went around trying doors and found mine unlocked, I didn't have much worth taking. I tiptoed down the hall to Jamie's door. Why did I feel like I needed to be quiet? I had no idea. Would anyone care if they saw me going into Jamie's apartment? I reached Jamie's door and turned the handle. Sure enough, it was unlocked. I entered her apartment and walked inside, closing the door behind me. It was dark. "Hello?" I said. There was no response. "Jamie?" "I'm in here stupid," Jamie said from the bedroom, and giggled. Of course she was in the bedroom. There was a soft glow coming from there, I could see as my eyes adjusted. I walked carefully towards the bedroom; trying to remember from the one time I was there if there were any obstacles in my way. Finally after about fifteen seconds I reached her bedroom door without crashing into anything. Jamie had half-closed the door, and I pushed it open. The room was dimly lit by candles. My eyes scanned the room. There was a dresser against one wall, a television against another; the third was where the long closet was. Jamie's bed was against the fourth wall, the one that she shared with my living room. Her queen sized bed dominated the small room. My eyes finally settled on Jamie. She was laying there, her head propped up on several pillows, her hands in her lap. She was dressed in her pajamas. She was watching me quietly. "Hey," I said. "Hey," Jamie said. We stared at each other, and I started to wonder what I was supposed to do now. Do I strip? Do I attack her? Do I wait for her to tell me what to do? "This is pretty weird, huh?" Jamie asked. "Yeah," I said, and I took a deep breath. I knew what I wanted. I wanted Jamie, to touch her, to fuck her. I could feel my erection straining against my boxers. I started to move forward. Jamie put out a hand and I froze. "Stop," she said, and it was her turn to take a deep breath. "I know I invited you over here, but I don't know if I'm ready for that yet." When she said that she gestured toward my crotch. Shit, I thought. Jamie continued. "I thought that maybe this time we could, you know, actually see each other." I let her words sink in. Instead of just listening through the wall, this time we were going to watch each other. It wasn't sex, but it was another step forward. There was a small, frustrated voice in the back of my head shouting 'No! I want sex!' but I was able to ignore it. I could feel my cock tingling at the thought of actually seeing her, her breasts, her pussy. Touching herself, making herself orgasm. The dirty old man in me, the voyeur, was excited by the idea. My eyes continued to adjust to the candlelight and I could see Jamie more clearly. She was wearing white pajamas with blue pinstripes. Her long, auburn hair was splayed out around her, on the pillows and her shoulders. My eyes traveled down her body, from the swell of her breasts to her bare feet. Jamie was staring at me too. I looked at her eyes, and realized they were focused right on my crotch. Reflexively, I looked down. I had gotten harder while gazing at her body. My erection was tenting out my boxers, pushing the material forward. It was uncomfortable, and I took hold of it, readjusting it so that it pointed straight up in my boxers. There, that was more comfortable. I looked back at Jamie. A smile spread across her face. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," she said, and her hands went to the top of her pajama bottoms. I watched her undo the buttons slowly, one at a time. "Take off your shirt," Jamie said, and I obliged, grabbing my shirt and pulling it over my head in one swift motion. I tossed it away onto the floor, and I froze. Maybe I should have done that more slowly, I thought. You know, tried to make it sexy or something. Jamie had stopped unbuttoning her top and was looking at me. "You're in pretty good shape for your age," she quipped. "Thanks," I said, choosing to ignore the 'for your age' part, and made a goofy beefcake pose. Jamie laughed. She finished undoing the buttons on her pajamas, and she looked right at me again. She pulled her shirt open, and her breasts came into view. I stared at her bare breasts. I got a good enough sense of their size and shape while Jamie was dressed, but here they were. They were large and firm. Jamie put her hands under her breasts and lifted them up, first one, then the other to her mouth and kissed each nipple. She continued to play with her nipples with her fingers. I could just about see them grow hard in the dim candlelight, the tips sticking out like little eraser heads. Jamie sighed contentedly. "Your turn," she said softly. I could feel my heart pounding now. I took hold of my boxers and pulled them carefully over my erection and down my legs. Even though I just jerked off a little while ago, I was fully hard again, all seven inches pointing straight ahead at Jamie. I kicked my boxers off my legs, almost losing my balance and stumbling as I did so. Smooth, I thought to myself. I looked over at Jamie, and she was making a twirling motion with her finger. I obliged, turning slowly around, naked except for my socks. "Very nice," Jamie said. She took hold of the waistband of her pajama buttons, and lifted her butt in the air to start pulling them down. She brought her knees to her chest, pulling them off of her feet, and tossed the pajama bottoms aside. I stared between her legs. I already knew she shaved. I could just about make out the slit of her hairless pussy in the dim light. Jamie started moving around, and I watched as she turned to pile the pillows behind her head higher, propping herself up higher on the bed. She was almost in a sitting position now. She turned back toward me; her legs spread further open, her pussy open and inviting. I watched Jamie as she cupped her breasts in her hands, then took her right hand and slid it down to her pussy. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply as she touched herself. I felt my dick tingling, calling out to me, and I took hold of myself, brushing the sensitive underside of my dick with my pointer finger. Jamie was looking at me now, and we made eye contact, our gazes locking together as we touched ourselves. I watched as Jamie's eyes slowly became unfocused, still seeing but no longer really looking at me, her mind drifting to the pleasure she was giving herself between her legs. She moaned softly. I watched her eyes regain their focus and drift towards my crotch. "Stroke it for me," she said softly. I obliged, moving my hand slowly back and forth along the shaft. I brushed my fingers along the underside of the head again, and I grunted. I felt a breeze from the ceiling fan caress the tip of my cock. "Is that how you always touch yourself?" Jamie asked. "Well... yeah," I said, and I paused, suddenly feeling self-conscious. How many ways were there to jerk yourself off? I looked down at it, as if I was looking at it for the first time. My hand wrapped around the shaft, my fingers sliding back and forth along the couple of inches of space that I had. I felt like I had to say more. "It's a pretty simple process," I added, "Get it hard and jerk it off." "I guess," Jamie said, and I focused on her right hand in between her legs. I watched her fingers tracing circles around her crotch. "It's not like a woman's anatomy. There are many different places to touch, and they all do different things. There's the clit, the g spot, and everything in between." She shifted position, and I watched her press her middle finger against her clit. "There isn't any spot on your penis that feels better to touch?" She asked. "Well, the underside of the head, right here," I said, lifting my dick up and showing her the underside of my circumcised penis. "This spot is more sensitive, so I usually focus on it when I'm ready to get myself off." "See? It's not all just dick good," Jamie said in a Neanderthal voice, and giggled. I laughed too. "I guess not," I said. We were silent for a while, just staring at each other and playing with ourselves. I could hear Jamie making little noises as she worked her clit. "You already know how I like to touch myself," Jamie said, and she made a humming noise, "I like to stroke my clit until it's hard." "Yeah," I said in a sort of gasp. I gave my dick a good firm tug. "Is it hard?" Jamie nodded. "You make it hard," she said softly. "You make me hard," I replied. Jamie's fingers started moving faster, and I started stroking myself faster in response. Jamie suddenly gasped and her hips jerked. Her eyes closed and her fingers slowed. "Did you just cum?" I asked. Jamie nodded. "A small one," she said. I watched her fingers move from her clit to her pussy. I watched, fascinated, as she inserted a finger into her pussy. "It made me so wet. It made my pussy ready for my finger. Mmm," she moaned as she pulled the finger out of her pussy. "Can I feel?" I asked hopefully. Jamie locked eyes with me and shook her head. The look on her face was pure lust as she brought the finger that was in her pussy to her lips and into her mouth. "Can I taste?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. Jamie made a sucking sound as she pulled the finger out of her mouth. "Patience," she said softly, moving the finger back to her pussy. She slid it back inside. "I want to watch you jerk off," she said. I had stopped jerking off, mesmerized by what Jamie was doing with her finger, but I started again with renewed vigor. I took mental stock of my state of arousal. I already had an orgasm recently. It would make the next one harder to coax out. I gave my dick a good firm pull, and it felt kind of numb. Yeah, it's going to take a lot of effort to get to my next orgasm, I thought. I'm really going to have to beat the hell out of it. How far along was Jamie, I wondered? Based on our sessions through the wall, I figured it would take her five, maybe ten minutes to cum again, unless she was going to draw it out a little more this time. I watched her as she watched me. Her finger was moving in and out of her at a slow, steady pace. Her thumb was brushing against her clit. Her other hand was at her breast, and I watched her thumb idly stroke her nipple. She was quiet, watching me intently. She wasn't in any hurry to get off, I thought to myself. A full minute, maybe two went by of us just watching each other masturbate in silence. Eventually Jamie spoke. "My pussy is so wet," she moaned, and I watched her fingers begin to move faster. I picked up my pace as well, feeling my cock tingling with arousal. "This feels so good," Jamie gasped. "How are you doing?" She asked me. "I'm good," I mumbled, grabbing my cock harder, fighting the numb feeling I get after I've already cum once. Was I even going to be able to cum again? Jamie seemed much further along than I was. I didn't have far to look for mental stimulation. There was a naked girl five feet away, I thought to myself, with her finger in her pussy. She's barely half my age. This is so hot. The dirty thoughts were helping me along, and I grunted as I continued to rub my shaft as fast as my hand could go. Jamie moaned, and it brought my focus back to her. She let out a breath in a huff. We made eye contact. "I just found my g spot," she said softly, and she gasped, her hips jerking as she worked her finger into her pussy. "I'm getting close, are you getting close Rich?" She's gonna cum soon, I thought to myself to increase my arousal. I felt my dick tingling in response. Yeah, I could cum with her, I thought. "I am too," I said. "Mmm," Jamie said, "Oh, that feels so good," she moaned, her hips jerking again. She closed her eyes, and then she forced them open again. "I want to watch you. I want to watch you cum with me," she said. "I'm almost there," she said, "Are you ready?" "Yeah," I mumbled, stroking myself furiously. I grunted, focusing on reaching orgasm. Yeah, there it was, I thought, and I felt my dick start to throb all over as my orgasm arrived. I grunted loudly as the intense orgasm hit, and I felt cum dribbling out. I gasped and groaned and staggered a bit as I stroked myself through my throbbing orgasm. I lost track of Jamie as I was lost in my own pleasure. I came back to my senses and looked over at Jamie. "Oh!" She cried. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back against the pillows, her chest heaving. She had both hands between her legs, and I could see her fingers working. Her hips were jerking, her legs thrashing against the bed. "Oh yeah," she moaned, and her movements slowed. She opened her eyes and focused on me dreamily. "You came," she said. "I did," I mumbled, looking at the floor. I didn't see any cum on the floor in the dimly lit room. I took my hand off of my withering penis to see a thick glob of cum on the knuckle of my pointer finger. "Here it is," I said with a giggle. "There are tissues on my nightstand," Jamie said, and I looked around until I found the box. I moved forward until I was right beside the bed, and took a tissue and cleaned off my fingers and the head of my penis with the sticky cum. I looked at Jamie. I was close enough to reach out and touch her now, and I found myself staring at her breasts, just an arm's length away... Suddenly Jamie was moving, climbing off the bed and out of my reach. I was startled to see that my hand was really reaching out toward her. I wasn't even aware I was moving it. "Well, it's late," Jamie said, "And we both have work tomorrow." Right, I thought to myself, and I glanced at the cable clock. It was 10:25, past my bedtime already. I was so worked up it would probably take me hours to fall asleep now. I was going to be dead tomorrow, however much sleep I managed to get. Part of me was frustrated that Jamie moved away from me before I could touch her, but I knew that was part of the deal. I was just there to watch. I turned and gathered up my shirt and boxers from where I had tossed them on the floor, and I dressed quietly. Jamie was standing by the bedroom door, watching me. "You're not upset, are you?" She asked. "No," I said quickly. "Tonight was just about watching each other. It was a step forward," I added. "Yeah," Jamie said, "It was so hot watching you jerk off." "You too," I said, searching for more to say. "You look good... without your clothes on," I added, and I took in her body with a sweeping gaze, her large firm breasts, her rounded belly, and her thick legs. "Thanks," Jamie said, "You look good too, for your age." "Ohhh," I bellowed. "You keep saying that," I said, moving towards Jamie and the bedroom door. "So what?" Jamie asked. She held her ground as I moved towards her. I stopped when I was about a foot away. "You'll get yours," I said to her. "Is that a threat or a promise?" Jamie asked. Without warning I grabbed her and kissed her roughly, my hands behind her head, my lips mashed against hers. Jamie squeaked and grabbed my arm, but she didn't try to push me away. After over a week of masturbating together, and seeing each other naked tonight, this was our first kiss. I broke it off after a few seconds. I only set out to tease her the way she had been teasing me. Lying About My Age Ch. 03 I watched a mix of emotions wash over Jamie's face as I pulled away from her, but in the end she smiled. She looked like she was about to move forward and kiss me again, but I stopped her. "It's late," I said. "Next time," I added. "Right," Jamie said, "Next time." I turned and headed towards the front door without looking back at Jamie, but I sensed her following me. I opened the door and turned to see Jamie, illuminated now by the fluorescent lights in the hallway, her naked body glowing. "Goodnight," I said, and turned to make the short walk back to my apartment. "Goodnight," Jamie said, as she closed the door behind me. ***** I hope you enjoyed this story. As always, I appreciate any feedback, but I especially appreciate positive and encouraging feedback. Lying About My Age Ch. 04 This ongoing story is a fantasy based very loosely on actual events and real people. As always, any similarities to any persons, places, or things, or anything you have heard before is a complete accident. * Thank goodness the next day was Friday. I lay in bed for hours after I left Jamie's apartment, my heart pounding. A messy divorce like mine was would cause a fear of relationships in anybody who had an ounce of self-awareness. This relationship I was getting into with Jamie, was it a good idea? It was a disaster waiting to happen, I kept thinking. It was going to end badly. We both wanted different things out of life, we had to. Jamie was 15 years younger than I was. She had her whole life ahead of her. I was 40, basically middle-aged. I had been around the block already. I should stop this before it gets any further; I thought ruefully, and find somebody my own age. It was after 1am before I finally got my mind to stop charging around in circles and I fell asleep. I was able to pull myself out of bed in the morning and go off to work, but I knew I only had about a half a day's worth of energy. Luckily my attorneys were all off at court that day and there wasn't much to do at the office. By the afternoon I was in a stupor, staring blankly at my computer screen. At one point it started to go into sleep mode, which meant I had been doing nothing but staring at the screen for a full 15 minutes. I made a stop off at the drugstore on the way home to get condoms. It was the first time I had gone shopping for condoms in at least 5 years. When you had sex with your wife once a month, a 36 pack of condoms would last a while. I stared at the myriad brands and varieties and sizes. Do I get a small box? Do I get a basic box of Trojans or something special? I was so wracked with indecision that I almost walked away empty-handed. No, I stopped myself. I had to get something. Tonight could be the night with Jamie, I thought, remembering our goodnight kiss. I need to be prepared, so I grabbed a big economy box of Trojans and went to pay for it. I picked up some fast food for dinner and ate it when I got home. It was barely 6pm when I settled into my recliner. Maybe Jamie will come looking for me early tonight, I thought. No, she worked until 7, I remembered, her dentist's office had late hours. Resigned to having to wait for Jamie, I found myself dozing in front of Seinfeld reruns. I was startled awake by knocking. I glanced at the clock. It was a little after 8. How long was I asleep? Was it Jamie? Where was the knock coming from? I heard another knock. It was coming from the door. Then I heard Jamie's voice. "Hello, are you in there?" She asked. I leapt out of my recliner and over to the door, trying to shake off the effects of my nap. I opened the door and saw Jamie standing there. She was dressed, well, nicely, wearing a blue top and black slacks. Her curly dark hair was cascading down around her shoulders. She made an effort to look good for me, I was thinking to myself. Tonight is going to be the night. "Hey," Jamie said. "What, were you asleep in there? Taking your nap old man?" "No," I said defensively. "I was in the bathroom," I added. Yeah, that was much better, I thought sarcastically. "Whatever," Jamie said. "So..." she said, and paused. Here it comes, I thought to myself. "Do you remember Chris? Jamie asked. Wait, what? I thought. "Umm yeah," I said. "Well, he's having a few friends over tonight, and I told him I'd stop by. You're welcome to come too," Jamie said. "Err..." I mumbled. It was so unexpected it took a few moments to get my mind around it. "Wait, a party? Here?" I asked. We lived in an apartment complex that had strict guidelines regarding noise. "Well I wouldn't call it a party," Jamie said, "Just some friends and some folks from the building. Usually the party crowd will hang out for a bit and then go out. Call it a social gathering." "Umm... okay," I said, wondering what this meant for us tonight. Hang out there for a bit and then go back to her apartment maybe? It couldn't hurt to get out and meet some of my neighbors, I thought. "Sure," I said. "Okay, cool," Jamie said. "Go change." I reflexively looked down at myself. Right, t-shirt and shorts, I thought, noting how Jamie was dressed. "Oh yeah," I said. I invited Jamie inside with a wave of my arm and closed the door behind her. I wandered off to the bedroom and picked out a blue polo shirt and khaki slacks. I was pulling down my shorts when I realized that Jamie was standing in the doorway watching me. "Hey!" I said. "It's not like I haven't seen it already," Jamie said with a grin. I shrugged and went back to pulling on my khakis. I pulled the polo shirt on right over the t-shirt I was wearing. I slapped on a belt and slipped on my loafers. I was ready to go. "Wow that was fast," Jamie said, and she started moving toward the door. We got to my door and I froze. "Wait, should I bring anything?" I asked. I tried to remember what was in my refrigerator. I didn't have any beer, I thought. "Don't worry about it," Jamie said, opening my door. I let her usher me out and I followed her down the long hallway. I had no idea where Chris's apartment was. I was listening for sounds of a wild party but I heard none. Finally we reached a door near the opposite end of the building. Jamie knocked and I moved up beside her. Now that we were right by the door I could hear voices inside. After a few seconds the door opened. It was opened by a woman who looked like she just stepped off of a runway in Paris. She had long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was as tall as I was, dressed in a loose shiny top and a tight, short skirt and high heels that showed off her long legs. She was dressed for clubbing. I watched her glance quickly at me and then over to Jamie. "Hi Caitlyn," Jamie said, and the name clicked. This was Chris's girlfriend. I tried not to stare at her, but it was like trying not to look at bright headlights coming straight at you. "This is Rich," Jamie said, gesturing to me. "Nice to meet you Rich," Caitlyn said, and she held out a dainty hand. I took it and shook it carefully, afraid I was going to break her. "Come on in," she said to both of us, and I followed Jamie into the apartment. They had one of the two bedroom apartments, I quickly realized, noting the different layout and the door leading to the extra bedroom. The living room was larger too, as well as the kitchen area. I felt a pang of jealousy. I couldn't afford a place like this anymore. The living room was full of people, standing, sitting, talking. They were mostly 20-somethings, mostly dressed for a night out. I started to feel underdressed even in a polo shirt and khakis. I felt monumentally out of place, and anxious. I wondered how long Jamie was going to want to stay here. I was scanning the room, looking at faces. There were one or two people that I remembered passing in the hallways. I didn't say much more than hello to anyone but Jamie in the two months or so I lived there. I wasn't a talkative or social person. I didn't know anybody's name. I felt Jamie's presence at my right side and I was determined to stick by her. She was my lifeline. I noticed Chris, remembering him from our brief encounter in the laundry room. He was making his way towards us. He looked bigger than I remembered. What was he, 6'2? 6'3? I felt a pang of jealousy, knowing that his girlfriend was Caitlyn. "Hey Chris," Jamie said as he reached us. He leaned down and hugged her. I noticed he had a beer in each hand. "'Sup bro," Chris was saying to me. "Want a beer?" He asked. I didn't, not really, I thought to myself. I wasn't much of a drinker, but it was the social convention, I guess. Most of the people I saw were holding a beer. "Sure," I said, and I took the bottle from Chris. "Nice turnout," Jamie said to Chris. I saw Chris turn and scan the room. "Totally," he said, his head bobbing. I shouldn't judge him too harshly, I thought idly. I'm a man of few words too. I heard a commotion and realized someone was rushing towards us. It was a woman, short and stocky and a riot of color. She had strawberry blonde hair and was wearing a multi-colored top and green pants. I got a look at her face and she had blue eyeliner and bright red lipstick that was smeared. This girl's appearance just shouted 'I'm a mess' and I guessed she was Jamie's friend Sue. "Jamie!" She squealed, and I watched, startled as she grabbed Jamie in a bear hug. "Oh, hey Sue," Jamie said nonchalantly. Sue must nearly tackle her every day. "Oh my God, I'm so glad you're here," Sue said. "I have so much to tell you." I watched as Sue took Jamie by the shoulder and started to lead her away. "I had a long talk with Brad last night..." They were already moving away into the crowd. Jamie turned and looked at me apologetically. I was able to track them with my eyes until Sue pulled Jamie into one of the bedrooms, and then they were gone. What do I do, do I follow them? Here I was, alone at this party where I didn't know anybody except for Jamie and... Chris. I realized that Chris was still standing beside me. He was shaking his head. "Chicks, man. Chicks," he mumbled, and then he took a swig of his beer and started walking away, leaving me alone. Yeah, this was a nightmare, I was thinking to myself. I started out thinking that this would be 'the night' with Jamie, and instead I was standing here alone at this party. Well, it could still happen, I thought, I just had to be patient and wait for Jamie. I was still standing by the door, and I started to move cautiously through the crowd, careful not to bump into or make eye contact with anyone. It seemed like a nice enough group of people, I was just too much of an introvert to want to mingle. I inched my way over to an unoccupied spot by a wall and leaned up against it with a sigh. I had a prop beer and a spot all to myself. I was set, content to stand quietly and people watch for however long I needed to. I found my gaze drifting to Caitlyn. She was hard to miss because of her height and her shiny top. She was the exact opposite of Jamie, I mused, tall and thin and blonde and flat-chested. I wondered if she had any personality at all. She and Chris seemed like a perfect couple, young and attractive and vapid. Fifteen minutes passed, then half an hour. I started to lose track of time. People were coming and going. I kept staring at the doorway to the bedroom that Sue dragged Jamie into, but there was no sign of either of them. How long could they go on talking? I thought to myself over and over that I would just go and check on Jamie, but I didn't want to intrude on whatever was going on in there. I started getting tired of standing there, tired of passing time standing against a wall at a party where I didn't really know anybody. I started thinking to myself that I would just leave, walk back down to my apartment down the hall and back to my quiet room and comfy recliner. If Jamie ever got herself away from Sue and came looking for me, I'm sure she would find me. I mean, why would she be mad if I left? She ditched me, after all. I was in the process of psyching myself up to go when I sensed somebody moving into my personal space. I jumped, startled, and focused on the person that was suddenly beside me. It was a girl, a woman, tall and thin, with curly blonde hair down to her shoulders and bright hazel eyes, a button nose and freckles. If it wasn't for a fashion model-caliber beauty like Caitlyn strutting around the room this woman would easily be the best looking person in it. "Hello," she said, a little loudly, like she had to shout over a lot of noise to be heard, except it wasn't that noisy. It was obvious she was inebriated. "Great party." I was so ready to leave; it took some willpower to stop myself from walking away from her. I was an introvert, but I wasn't rude. I would humor her and when she got bored with me I would leave. "Yeah," I said. "You work with Chris?" She asked, and I was in such a bored stupor that it took me a moment to remember who Chris was. "Uh, no," I said, "I live down the hall." "Oh," she said, "'Cause you look like a guy that I used to know that worked with Chris and I thought that maybe he would be here tonight..." She kept on rambling but I tuned her out. I was staring off at the doorway again, wondering about Jamie. What would happen if she came out just then and saw me talking to this woman? Would she be upset? Would it make her jealous? What were we anyway? We weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, that was for sure. I felt a sudden surge of irritation toward Jamie. I was waiting for her. I was always waiting for her. To hell with it. "... so I decided to come here for a while. You're real quiet," she said to me. "What's your name?" "It's Rich," I said. "Hi Rich I'm Ashley," she said, "I'm Caitlyn's sister." She held out her hand and I shook it. Her grip was a little firmer than Caitlyn's. I stared at Ashley. Caitlyn's sister, huh? Now that she said it I could see the resemblance. Similar eyes, similar bone structure. Ashley was a little shorter and her blonde hair was curly. She was a little heavier, but it was in all the right places. I never went for the skinny girls anyway. Now that I thought about it, if you put Caitlyn and Ashley side by side and asked me which one was prettier, I would've picked Ashley. "Are you here with someone?" Ashley asked me. I froze. Yeah, I was here with Jamie, I said inside my head. I looked over at the doorway again. There was still no sign of Jamie. It wasn't really her fault, a voice in the back of my head said; she's being a good friend to Sue. She would probably rather be with me. No, it's been what, an hour by now? She should've found a way to check in on me at least. For all I know she's sitting there thinking I must have left a long time ago. "I came with my neighbor Jamie," I eventually said lamely. There. That was a good, neutral response. "Oh, okay," Ashley said. "Do you want to go somewhere and talk?" Do I? I felt a surge of self-awareness. I had a feeling that there were eyes on me now, people seeing us talking and wondering what was going on. Who is that guy talking to Caitlyn's sister? They would be thinking. Didn't he come in with Jamie? I wondered about Ashley. I desperately wished I had some kind of wingman with me just then for advice. Ashley might be an alcoholic, or looking to cheat on a large, scary boyfriend with a complete stranger. She might be a psycho hose beast. She might be somebody to avoid at all costs. Somebody else might already know those things. I was completely in the dark here. "We can go to your place," Ashley added. "It'll be quieter there." Yeah, it would, I thought idly. I did want to get out of there, and walking out the door with the prettiest girl in the room was any guy's fantasy. What were Jamie and I really? Friends who did stuff? Neighbors who got a little too neighborly? We didn't have a real relationship. It wouldn't be cheating, I thought to myself firmly, although I couldn't shake a guilty feeling. "Okay, let's go," I finally said. I put a hand on her shoulder and started to gently steer her toward the door. I was hyper-alert, aware of the people that were now definitely watching us leave. I half-expected for someone to block our path and start telling me what a bad idea this was. I was also expecting Jamie to emerge at that moment, just in time to see us leaving. I glanced at the doorway again and again but she wasn't there. We reached the door and Ashley stumbled a bit. How drunk was she? This really was an awful idea. For all I know she was just going to end up puking in my bathroom. Suddenly we were out in the hallway. This was happening, for better or for worse, I thought. I moved beside Ashley now, taking hold of her arm and leading her down the hall. She started to lean against me, and I found myself helping to keep her upright. "I'm not really drunk," Ashley said, although a slight slur in her speech said otherwise, "I'm just not used to walking in heels." I glanced down and she was indeed tottering on high heels. They were probably four inch heels. I originally thought Ashley was about 5'9, but when those heels came off she would probably be more like 5'6, maybe. "Okay, well take it easy," I said, taking a firmer grip on her arm. "Thanks, you're such a nice guy," Ashley said. Yeah, whatever, I thought sarcastically. We were alone in the hallway, and I peeked over my shoulder once or twice, expecting to see Jamie behind us. We passed the door to Jamie's apartment and then reached mine. "Here we are," I mumbled and fumbled for the key in my pocket. I looked at Ashley again, her pretty face giving me the impetus to press forward, even though I thought I was probably making a huge mistake one way or another. I pushed the door open and led her inside. I watched Ashley's eyes as she scanned my nearly empty apartment. What was she thinking, I wondered. Then with a start I realized she was looking at the chair still sitting beside the wall in my living room. The wall that was beside Jamie's bedroom. The chair where I would sit when Jamie and I... "I don't want you to think I'm some kind of slut," Ashley suddenly blurted out. I turned to face her. "I don't do this usually. This... isn't me." She started moving and I helped her over to my recliner where she sat down and immediately pulled off her heels. I quickly pulled the chair away from the wall and sat in front of her. "I'm about to turn 35, you see," Ashley said, "And I've never done a crazy thing in my life. My party girl sister Caitlyn was going to take me out tonight and get me hammered and get me laid," she said with a smirk. "I don't want to go through with it. I had to get out of there." "So, I saw you holding up the wall, and I thought to myself, there's my kind of wallflower. You were my excuse to get out of there. I'm sorry if you thought you were picking up an easy score," Ashley said. "No, nothing like that," I said quickly. "I'm not like that." "I didn't think so," Ashley said, "A nice young man like you." "Young man?" I blurted out. How young did she think I was? Here we go again, I thought. "I'm sorry," Ashley said, "You're what, 25?" It was my turn to smirk. "Try 40," I said. "Get out!" Ashley shouted. She leaned in closer to me. "I may have thought you were my age. Maybe," she added. "Well, you don't look your age either," I said quickly. "You could also pass for 25 easily." "Thanks," Ashley said, and I could see her blush. "So, what are you doing here?" She asked. I told her my story, my marriage and divorce, how I was pretty much broke and this was all I could afford. She told me hers. She was a total geek tomboy. She had a masters degree in mathematics. She was an actuary. She worked 60 hours most weeks. She owned a condo a few blocks away. "I just got out of a long term relationship," Ashley said, "With an attorney. I worked a lot but he never saw the light of day. We hardly ever saw each other. We would get together once a week if we were lucky. It's probably one of the reasons why it took so long to realize we weren't right for each other. He never committed to me in any way. You'd think after a few years we would move in together, or get engaged. I never even met his family. That should've been enough of a warning sign. Sorry," Ashley said, "I babble when I drink. So why didn't your marriage work?" I was silent for a few seconds, trying to process what she had just said. I took a deep breath. "My wife was the old-fashioned type," I said. "She wanted to stay home while her husband went out and brought home the bacon. Only that's just not feasible in this day and age unless the guy is making six figures, and I didn't and never will. She said she wanted to stay home and take care of the house and raise the kids, except she never really took care of the house and we never seriously tried to have kids. So in the end my ex wanted to do... nothing." Lying About My Age Ch. 04 Ashley was staring at me. "And you didn't know any of this coming into the marriage?" "No, not really," I said. "There were signs I guess. I was just so focused on my ideal of our joint incomes and building a nice middle-class life together, I just didn't understand that she had no interest in any of it. I started to grow up and she didn't, and that was a big problem too." "Yeah," Ashley said, she was staring off into space. I wondered what she was thinking. "Penny for your thoughts," I said. Ashley laughed. "My grandmother used to say that," she said to me. "I don't know... I just... do you believe in fate?" "No, not really," I said, "Lately I've been thinking that if something is happening for a reason I wish it would start happening faster." "I can relate," Ashley said, "I got pretty tired of things happening too slowly." She stood up and I jumped out of my chair too, figuring she was ready to leave. To my shock she moved right up to me and kissed me. I smelled the alcohol on her breath and tasted it on her lips. She crushed her lips against mine and pressed herself against me. She moaned into my mouth and then she pulled back. "That wasn't too fast, was it?" She said softly. Alarms were going off inside my head. I never rushed into anything. I never made out with a woman I didn't know an hour ago. But here we were. Ashley was gorgeous and the attraction was undeniable. If we waited a week, a month, what would be the point? We would only be looking for a reason not to, and I doubted I would find one. "No," I said to her, and I kissed her. Things started happening in a frenzy of movement, trying to kiss each other while tearing each other's clothes off and moving towards the bedroom. I stepped right out of my loafers. She pulled my top off. I pulled hers off. I reached behind her and unsnapped her bra with little effort. She was working on the button to my khakis. I started pulling at her slacks. We kissed and moved slowly across my apartment, leaving a trail of clothes. She got my khakis undone and started pulling them down my legs. I got her slacks loose and started pulling them down as well. We pulled apart to pull our pants down. I stole a glance at her naked chest, her small breasts and large brown nipples. I got my khakis off and reached out to grab them. I took hold of her breasts and squeezed them roughly, brushing my thumbs against her nipples. Ashley gasped and threw her head back. She started moving backwards until she was against my bed. I closed the gap between us and kissed her, pushing her backwards onto the bed. Ashley fell backwards onto my bed and I quickly climbed on top of her. I pressed myself against her and kissed her, my crotch seeking out hers and pressing against it. I was hard, my erection straining against my boxers, pressing against her panty covered crotch. Ashley gasped into my mouth and pressed back against me. I left her lips and kissed her neck and earlobe, moving along her neck and over to the other side of her face. Ashley's hands were at my waist, pulling at my boxers. I pulled away from her and pulled my boxers down and over my erection. Ashley grabbed her panties and pulled them down her legs. She tossed them aside. "Do you have protection?" She asked. Yes, yes I did, I thought, trying not to look relieved that I had bought them only hours before. But... where were they? I put the bag on the kitchen table... did I take them out? I started to move toward my kitchen. No wait, I did. They're in my sock drawer, I thought, moving to my dresser and opening the drawer. Yeah, there they were. I ripped open the box and tore off a condom, opening the package and rolling it onto my erection with trembling fingers. The delay wouldn't give either of us a chance to back out, would it? I looked at Ashley, and she was watching me expectantly. I moved to the bed and climbed up and over her. I kissed her and lined myself up with her crotch. I felt myself begin to push into her. "Oh my God," Ashley gasped and started moving her hips. "Go slow," she whispered. I stayed where I was, halfway inside her, and kissed her, giving her time to get used to me. I was seven inches, and while I wasn't huge, I got the sense that Ashley had a really tight pussy. I moved myself a little and felt resistance. Yeah, this was going to be interesting, I thought. "Mmm... aahh..." Ashley moaned as I slowly pushed myself in and out of her. "I feel so full," she said softly. "I don't know how to tell you this, but I'm not all the way inside you yet," I said. "Oh wow," Ashley said, and I started to push myself further into her. Ashley started huffing and puffing and bucking her hips. I wondered if she was having an orgasm already. I willed myself to stay calm. I hadn't had sex in almost a year, and I wanted it to last. I kept moving in and out of her slowly. Ashley gasped and moaned with every thrust. "This feels so good," she said, and gasped, "That's the spot. Oh, keep doing that." It was easy enough, I thought, and I kept up my pace, thrusting into her until she bucked her hips again. "Oh God," Ashley cried as she came again. The stimulation and excitement was catching up to me, and I felt my orgasm approaching. I moved my lips until they were right beside her left ear. "I'm gonna cum," I whispered, blowing into her ear. "Okay," Ashley moaned. "Are you gonna cum with me?" I asked. "Yeah," Ashley gasped, "I think so." "I felt myself pass the point of return and I started thrusting harder, the powerful sensations of my orgasm taking over my sensations. I lost track of everything except for my orgasm, feeling myself shoot spurt after spurt of cum into the condom in Ashley's pussy. Masturbation isn't like this, I thought idly as I slowly came back to myself. I collapsed onto Ashley and was still. We lay like that for several minutes, basking in the afterglow of sex. I started to wonder what happened next. Was Ashley going to get up and leave? Would I see her again? I started to get a little antsy and decided to break the silence. "So, was it good for you?" I asked. Ashley kissed me on the cheek. "Yes, very," she said, her hands caressing my back. "Was it good for you?" "Oh yeah," I said, and she laughed. "I should umm..." "Yeah," Ashley said, and I gingerly pulled out of her, feeling the condom full of my cum bobbing off of my penis. I rolled away and off of the bed, moving into the bathroom to clean myself up. I chucked the condom and cleaned my penis with soap. I came back to the bedroom to see that Ashley had gathered her clothes and was dressing. I realized I was disappointed. "They're probably wondering what happened to me by now," Ashley said, "Your friend might be too." I gave my first thought to Jamie in a long time. Holy crap, I thought, I just had sex with a woman I just met. What would happen with me and Jamie now? That poor girl with her tragic past, and now I was just another asshole who mistreated her. I grudgingly started picking up my clothes and dressing as well. I pulled all of my clothes back on. Ashley was already dressed. "I've never done anything like this before!" She said. "It was good though. Hopefully we can..." Ashley trailed off. "Yes, anything," I said. I found my phone and she found hers and we exchanged numbers. I told her I would call her tomorrow, and I meant it. We kissed again. It felt so right. Maybe this was the woman I was destined for, I thought. Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was supposed to happen this way. I walked her to my door. "Goodnight," Ashley said, and she kissed me, a long, lingering kiss. Finally she turned to go, walking a little more steadily on her heels now that she was more sober. Luckily the hallway was carpeted and it didn't make a sound. I moved into my doorway to watch her go. As Ashley passed Jamie's door I heard it open. Jamie poked her head out a moment after she passed. Ashley wasn't exactly doing a walk of shame but it must've been obvious where she came from and what we were doing. Shit, I thought. Jamie was glaring at me, and if looks could kill I would've dropped dead on the spot. Then she slammed the door closed, the sound reverberating through the nearly empty hallway, shattering the relative silence of our quiet apartment building. To be continued? I hope you enjoyed this story. As always, I appreciate any feedback, but I especially appreciate positive and encouraging feedback. Lying About My Age "Oh, cool," Jamie said, "I was thinking about that for a while. Do you think you'll go to law school?" The reply 'not at this point in my life' almost escaped my lips, but I stopped myself. "Yeah, maybe," I sort of mumbled. "We'll see." Jamie was looking at me curiously. "I feel like I know you from somewhere," she said. "Where did you go to school?" "I went to a school right outside of Baltimore," I said, hoping she wouldn't ask me when. "Oh," she said, "What about high school?" "I didn't grow up around here," I said, "I went to high school in New York." "Hmm..." Jamie said, "I just have the weirdest feeling... déjà vu maybe?" I shrugged. "Maybe," I said. Jamie finished loading her wash and was feeding quarters in the machine. "Shoot," she said, "I'm one quarter short." "Here," I said, popping out of my seat and reaching into my pocket. I pulled out a quarter and handed it to her. "Thanks," she said, "I'll pay you back..." "No need," I replied quickly. "It's just a quarter." Jamie was looking at me curiously again. "Well, I feel like I should pay you back somehow. I never really welcomed you to the building. Do you like pizza?" She asked. "Pizza? Sure," I said. "Well, maybe one night we can order in a pizza and hang out," Jamie said. Was she asking me out on a date or was she just being neighborly? "Sure," I said. I was about to try to set an actual date when her cell phone rang. She looked up at me apologetically as she raised it to her ear. "Oh, hey Sue," she said, and I could hear Sue through the phone. She sounded agitated. "Oh no, really?" Jamie said. Jamie rolled her eyes at me and mouthed 'I'll see you later.' Jamie turned and left the laundry room. "And what did he say?" I heard her say as she climbed the stairs back to the second floor. I went back to my kindle and waited but Jamie never returned. My clothes were done and Jamie's wash was long over. It was getting late and I didn't want to spend the whole night waiting for her to come back. I decided the most neighborly thing I could do was put her clothes in the dryer for her, so I did, and then I left the laundry room. I went back to my apartment, slowing as I passed Jamie's door. Do I knock? Maybe she just forgot about her clothes. Then I heard her voice, "Well maybe you need a break from him," she was saying, and I wondered if she was still talking to the same person. I rolled my eyes. It sounded like a lot of drama, and I had no tolerance for drama, even when I was that age. I went inside and put my clothes away. It was after 8pm, and I settled into my recliner to watch the ballgame. I awoke with a start, not even aware that I was sleeping. It was after 11. Jamie! I thought and I leapt out of my recliner and over to the wall. I could hear... yes... I could hear... buzzing. Oh my God, was she using a vibe? I heard a moan through the wall. Yes! I almost shouted. My heart was pounding as I pulled my shorts down and took hold of myself. "Ohh yes," I heard Jamie moan, and the sound of the bedsprings creaking. She must really be going to town on herself, I thought as I stroked myself furiously. "Ohhh... God... ohhh..." Jamie was moaning, and then the bedsprings creaked again. Creak, creak, creak. She sounded like she was jumping up and down. I heard her gasp, like she had been holding her breath for several seconds, and I realized she was orgasming. "OH!! Yes," she shouted, and moaned again. My orgasm arrived suddenly. I forgot to get tissues, I thought, as the first spurt of cum dribbled to the floor at my feet. With all of the orgasms I had lately, and the speed with which I got myself off that time, there wasn't much cum and it didn't travel far. It was still an intense orgasm, and I slapped my hand against the wall to steady myself. I only belatedly realized the sound I made. Shit, did Jamie hear that? I tried to focus on the other side of the wall. The buzzing stopped. I could hear a rustling noise, and then, silence. I stood there for a couple of minutes, terrified that she heard me, that she would realize that I was on the other side of the wall listening to her, and think that I was some perverted creep and that I would find myself on the sex offender's list or something. Well, I was a perverted creep, I thought to myself. Only a pervert would stand there and listen to their neighbor masturbate through the wall. I finally got myself to move, cleaning up the glob of cum on the carpet and trudging off to bed, feeling like a horrible human being, and resolving to keep my distance from Jamie. The next day, right after I got home from work, there was a knock at my door. I could feel my heart pounding. It was Jamie, coming to confront me, or it was the police coming to take me away. I looked through the peephole and it was Jamie. I opened the door halfway and peeked around, just in case there were police hiding somewhere. "Hey," Jamie said, and then she noticed my reaction. "Is this a bad time?" She asked. She didn't seem upset, I thought to myself. I opened the door all the way. "No, I replied, "I just... wasn't expecting anyone." "Oh," Jamie said, "Well, a little birdie put my clothes in the dryer for me last night. Would you know anything about that?" She asked playfully. "Oh, well," I said coyly, "Maybe." "Now I really owe you a pizza," Jamie said. "Do you have any plans tonight?" A TV dinner and jerking off? I thought to myself. "No, I'm free," I said. "Okay, you bring the drinks and I'll bring the pizza," Jamie said. "Come over whenever you're ready." She smiled at me, and then turned and walked away. I stood at the door for several seconds, staring off into space, butterflies in my stomach. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. What was I really expecting anyway? This woman was still way too young for me, whether she knew it or not. I only became interested in her after I heard her masturbating. So what did I expect to happen? "Just be neighborly," I mumbled to myself in my empty apartment. Just go over there, have a few slices of pizza, and let whatever happens, happen. I decided I needed to change my clothes. I was in a t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. I wasn't a hugely endowed man, if anything I was on the high side of average, but I was hung, and my tight gym shorts left little to the imagination. I put on jeans and a polo shirt. I went to the fridge. I was a social drinker and I didn't keep much alcohol in the house. I would try to keep a six pack in the fridge in case anyone came over, but I found that I was down to a single bottle of beer. I shrugged and took it, walking out of my apartment and over to Jamie's next door. I paused at her door, thinking that I felt like I was in college again, where your friends were right next door. I knocked, thinking not only did I look young, suddenly I felt young. I heard Jamie's footsteps approaching, and then she opened the door. She had changed too. She was wearing a blue top with spaghetti straps that was pulled tight against her breasts. She also had on a tight black skirt that went down to her knees. She isn't just dressed for a casual dinner with her next door neighbor, I thought idly. I was staring at the olive skin of her exposed neck and shoulders, and the hint of cleavage her top was showing. Jamie was talking to me, "You travel light," she quipped, gesturing to the single beer in my hand. "It was all I had," I said, "I'm not much of a drinker." "No worries, neither am I," Jamie said. "I'll take a good Keurig blend over a beer any day." Jamie gestured for me to step inside, and I stepped into her apartment. It was the same layout as mine, living room, kitchen, bedroom, and a bathroom. I would never have confused it with my apartment though. Jamie's was fully furnished and a riot of color, paintings on the wall, trinkets and flowers overflowing on tables, knittings on the chairs and sofa, pictures of her and people I guessed were her family. "I'd offer you a tour," Jamie was saying, "But I think you know the layout already." "Yeah," I said, and my gaze drifted toward her bedroom. I could just about see her bed through the open door, and I thought about what I heard the night before, the bedsprings creaking, a vibrator buzzing, Jamie moaning in ecstasy... Thank goodness I changed out of my shorts, I thought. I was growing hard, and my jeans would do a better job of hiding it. I shook myself out of my fantasy. Jamie was talking to me, and I struggled to grasp what she was saying. "I didn't know what you liked, so I just got a plain pie. I hope that's okay," she said. "Sure, that's fine," I said, and on cue there was a knock on the door. I started toward it and Jamie put out her hand to stop me. "No, you stay," she said to me like she was talking to a dog, "This is on me." "Thank you," I said, and I drifted to an open spot on the couch and sat down. Jamie went to the door and paid for the pizza. She carried it past me to the kitchen. "Come on," she said, and led me to her little nook table. I was hungrier than I thought, and I put away three slices before I even came up for air. I suddenly realized that Jamie was staring at me. "What?" I asked, my mouth full of food. "You sure can pack it away," Jamie said, "I was wondering where you put it." "Oh, I'm blessed with good metabolism," I said, "I always was," I added, and trailed off. "I wish I was," Jamie said, indicating her curvy body, "It takes a lot of willpower not to end up on the Biggest Loser." "Do you exercise?" I asked, and I winced. It sounded like a pickup line. "I try to," Jamie said, "But I need to be motivated. You'd think beach season would be enough motivation! What about you?" She added, "Do you exercise?" "Once or twice a week," I said, "I take walks at lunch too. If nothing else my calves are like steel." "Hmm calves of steel," Jamie said, and I could see her gaze shift under the table, but my calves were hidden by my jeans. "You know what's supposed to be good exercise?" Jamie asked. "Sex." I was drinking water when she said 'sex' and I almost choked. I struggled to recover. "Really?" I asked. Of course I had heard that before, but I wasn't expecting Jamie to be so forward. "I'm sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?" Jamie asked. She sounded genuinely concerned. "You seem hesitant," Jamie said. "Did you just get over a bad breakup? Don't worry," she added, "I wasn't suggesting you and me..." "I'm fine," I cut in. "And yes, I am getting over a breakup." "Oh, I'm sorry," Jamie said. "Did you really love her?" "Umm... yeah," I said, "Not at the end though." "How long were you with her?" Jamie asked. I almost said 12 years. "Umm... 3 years," I said. "Wow, that's a long time," Jamie said, "What went wrong, if you don't mind my asking." Jamie was sure forward, I thought to myself. "We just sort of grew apart," I said. "I understand," Jamie said. "How long have you been single?" "Just a few months," I said. Jamie just nodded. "I've been single for a while," she said, and I mentally berated myself for not asking the question. "My boyfriend in college was from out of state, and when he graduated, he went home, and I wasn't going to follow him, and so that was that. But being home," she added, "In my hometown where I know everybody and I grew up with all these guys..." She trailed off, and I got an inkling that she was hiding something, but I couldn't figure out what. "You're lucky you don't live where you grew up," she eventually continued. "You get to meet new people." "It's not so good when you're shy," I said, "Meeting new people... it's hard." "Well, you met me!" Jamie said. "How long have you lived around here anyways?" I almost told the truth again. 17 years. Think faster, I thought to myself. "Just a couple of years," I said. I looked at Jamie. She was staring back at me, gazing into my eyes. I actually felt butterflies in my stomach, something I hadn't felt since before I met my ex wife. We locked eyes and I found myself staring into her dark brown eyes, and I suddenly felt calm. "Can I ask you a question?" Jamie asked, breaking us out of the moment. "Sure," I said. "Do you ever get lonely?" Jamie said. "I mean, I know you've only been single for a few months, and I've been single for longer, and don't get me wrong, I lead a rich, full life with all sorts of friends, but sometimes I just feel a need to..." Jamie trailed off, and I found myself gaping at her. I recognized her speech for what it was. She was coming onto me. I found myself becoming overcome with anxiety again. I could kiss her... I could tear her clothes off and fuck her senseless on her bed... I could fall for this girl... the young, vivacious one that I wouldn't kick out of bed... we could move in together... get engaged... get married... things would start to go downhill... she'd want different things than I did... we'd drift apart... and oh yeah... at some point I'd have to stop lying about my age! Jamie was reaching for me, her head moving forward, going for the lean-in. She stopped, realizing I was still frozen in place. "Oh, I'm sorry!" She said. "I'm so sorry. I just thought... we were hitting it off so well... I made you uncomfortable..." "No, no, really, it's my fault," I started talking over her. "I just..." "You're still getting over your breakup," Jamie said, "I totally get it. Oh my God, I feel like such a fool." "No!" I just about shouted. "You're not a fool. I'm... I'm a mess." "Yeah but I shouldn't have..." Jamie started to say. "It's okay." I said. "Really, it's okay." "This girl must have been really special," Jamie said. It wasn't that she was special, it was that she really, really screwed me up, I thought to myself. But I needed to keep with the narrative, so I agreed with her. "I'm sorry again if I made you uncomfortable," Jamie said, "I hope that we can be friends." "Of course," I said. "Good," she said, smiling. "I..." just then Jamie's cell phone started ringing, the familiar chime of an iPhone 5. "I should probably get that," Jamie said. "Okay," I said, and I stood up and started walking towards the door. "Thank you for dinner," Jamie was moving toward the sound of her phone. "Anytime," she said as she picked it up and answered it. "Hello?" She said as I reached the door. "Oh hey Sue," I heard her say as I closed her door behind me. I changed back into my t-shirt and shorts and plopped down in my recliner. I tried not to think about what just happened, but I couldn't think about anything else. That girl was going to kiss me, I thought, and I freaked. What was wrong with me? I cursed my ex wife again, and wondered if I would ever feel able to have a relationship again. I fell into a stupor, watching a baseball game that seemed to go on and on. I lost track of time. I may have even dozed off at one point, I wasn't even sure. What I do know was that suddenly I was wide awake because I heard buzzing. Is she? I thought to myself as I leapt out of the recliner and over to the wall. I didn't hear anything except for the buzzing sound, and I figured I caught her early on this time. I pulled down my shorts and took hold of myself, pressing my ear right up against the wall. I could hear the low murmuring of the television. I wondered what she was watching. Was it porn? Does she do what I do? Pick something out of the on demand section of cable or does she have her own stash of pornos? I listened intently for Jamie's voice and was eventually rewarded with a grunt. My cock twitched in my hand. I started to stroke myself harder. Then I had a thought. I could have been over there. I could have been in bed with her, touching her, fucking her. What a fool I am, I thought, and I could feel my shoulders slump. My penis grew limp in my hand, and I started to stroke it feverishly. It was no use. I couldn't get it hard again. Alarmed, I found myself staring at it. I never had a problem getting or staying hard before. Never. Holy shit, was I getting old? I heard people tell me at 40 things start to go downhill. At some point you're going to have trouble maintaining an erection, I remember reading somewhere. Was this it? Was my future going to be a nightmare of erectile dysfunction? Would I be useless without a little blue pill? On the other side of the wall, oblivious to me, Jamie was starting to get going. I could hear her moaning now, the sound of the bedsprings creaking and she moved on her bed. It sounded more distant now. I blew it, I remember thinking, I had a chance with this woman and I blew it. I'll probably never get another chance. "Yes, oh yes," Jamie moaned through the wall. She was climaxing now, and I was pulling up my shorts and walking slowly off to bed. To be continued? ***** I hope you enjoyed this story. As always, I appreciate any feedback.