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The Girl Next Door

By: Mr James



I had known Joanna for years, ever since she and her mother had moved into the flat next door to mine. There was only the two of them as her mother and father had divorced not long before they had bought the flat. At first they were only the lady next door and her daughter, until one day Joanna managed to lock herself out and knocked on my door, desperate to use the bathroom. She was much younger than I, but she was polite and seemed bright. After that, Joanna and her mother, Pauline, became two of my close friends. Pauline was a staff nurse and worked for an agency She tried to avoid night work, but occasionally, especially when money was tight, she would work a couple of night shifts for the extra money. I would look after Joanna while she was working.

Joanna felt that she could talk to me about things she would find difficult mentioning to Pauline, usually boys or school and even, sometimes, Pauline’s love life. All through this I watched grow from a bright and pretty child into an intelligent young woman. When Joanna was accepted for university I was as delighted as she was. She promised, solemnly, that she would come and see me during the break and I felt a lump in my throat as she set off in the little car her Pauline had managed to buy with a life insurance policy.

While she was away, Pauline and I remained close. We never became lovers, but we were the sort of friends who listened to each other and treasured each other’s company. I didn’t keep a track of the days that Joanna was away, but I was aware of the end of term approaching and, truthfully, was looking forward to seeing her and hearing how she had found her first term. I could only imagine the differences between my first year, ten years ago and hers.

I wasn’t in on the Saturday morning, when Joanna arrived, but I did notice her little car when I went into the main entrance. Living on the first floor, I always used the stairs, unless I had a load of shopping and I reached the top, still flicking through the morning paper. As I folded it to reach in my pocket, I noticed a young woman standing by my door. It took little more than a heartbeat for me to recognise Joanna. I smiled in delight at the sight of her.

“Colin, I’m so glad you’re back. I haven’t got my keys and I’m absolutely bursting to go to the bathroom. You don’t think…”

“You haven’t changed, have you? Of course you may use my bathroom.”

I chuckled as I fished out my keys and unlocked the door. I was just about to tell her that Pauline had left a spare key with me, and I had left one with her , so that we could guard against locking ourselves out accidentally but Joanna dashed straight for the bathroom. I could hear her heartfelt sigh as she relieved the pressure and smiled as I went into the kitchen to brew a pot of tea. By the time she had finished, I had mugs, milk, and teapot on a tray with a tin of biscuits neatly placed on the coffee table in the lounge. Joanna came out of the bathroom, blushing a little.

“Colin, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude but I desperately needed the bathroom.”

“Joanna, don’t worry. Pauline will be back soon I’m sure and, anyway, she left a spare key with me. I’ve just made tea so, if you’re not in a rush have a cup and wait with me.”

“Thank you, I will. It seems silly, especially just after the dash I’ve made for the bathroom, but I’m really thirsty.”

I poured two mugs of tea, remembering that she liked a lot of milk and no sugar in hers and we sat back, her on the couch and me in my big leather armchair. She talked about her first term and how expensive books were , how hard she was working. She seemed even more beautiful than when she had left a term ago. She’d let her long chestnut hair grow a little and now it brushed the top of her shoulders and swung a little as she mover her head. She had always been tall and slender, but now the traces of puppy fat had gone from her cheeks leaving a graceful sweep of cheekbone and wide clear eyes hazel like my own. Her complexion was flawless and she moved with grace and elegance, finally having the confidence to match her striking looks. Her jeans and t-shirt fitted closely and I could appreciate her trim figure, a flat tummy and tight bottom with a small but definite curve about her chest. She chattered away animatedly and smiled her lips moist and well formed. I have to admit that I was too busy admiring the young woman she had become to take in more than about one word in four as she spoke. I did, however, detect a feeling that she wasn’t telling me everything and that something was not exactly wrong, but not quite as it should be. I was about to mention this feeling when we heard the sound of Pauline’s key in the lock and Joanna jumped up.

“That’s Mum, I’ll have to catch her, she’ll be expecting me, she must have spotted the car.”

“No problem. It’s good to see you again.”

“Thank you again for the use of your bathroom. I’m sorry if I disturbed you.”

“Not at all, morning papers, spot of work at home and a lazy Saturday afternoon. No big plans.”

“Colin, before I go back, may I come and see you, I need some advice, well an opinion really, and it’s not something I can ask Mum about.”

“No problem, just tap on the door when there’s a light on and we’ll sort something out. No scoot off and catch Pauline.”

Joanna left, banging the door as she usually did. I dare say it was my fault, the door was heavy and I hadn’t put a door closer on it, partly because I didn’t fancy being accidentally locked out. As I washed the tea pot and mugs I wondered why Joanna would need my advice. I also wondered if that was connected to the feeling I had about something not being quite right. Putting it to the back of my mind I finished the pots and settled down to read the report I had brought home from work.

I heard nothing from Joanna for the next few days, Pauline told me she had found a little job in a nearby restaurant to help with her tuition fees and how grateful she had been about borrowing my bathroom. I almost mentioned that Joanna had asked me for some advice but something made me hold my tongue. Joanna worked as many hours as the restaurant would let her, trying to make sure that she had a financial cushion for her second term I would see her leave as I left for work and we would smile and exchange polite greetings. Neither of us mentioned her wanting my advice. 

The Friday before Joanna was due to leave for university again, she tapped on my door. Opening it wide, I saw her on my doorstep, twisting her fingers together. I raised an eyebrow and waited for her to speak.

“Colin, that advice I asked for, could I come round tomorrow evening?”

“Of course you can. What time would you like to come?”

“Would after dinner be all right?”

“Fine by me, would you like me to cook dinner? I think Pauline said something about working tomorrow night.”

“Do you mind? That would be really great.”

“No trouble at all. I’ll cook for six o’clock, then you can tell me what you need my advice on.”

Joanna nodded and went back inside their flat. I went back inside to fetch my coat and then went shopping for groceries. I chose food that I knew Joanna liked, and the ingredients for a lasagne. That night I made the meat sauce and layered the pasta then left the lasagne in the fridge until next day. I cut slits in a loaf of crusty bread and slathered garlic butter into the cuts, wrapping the whole loaf in foil. All I had to do then was make a small tossed salad and we had dinner. Cheese and fruit as dessert and everything, at least as far as food was concerned, would be fine.

I put the bread and lasagne in the oven at a quarter to six, and carefully laid two places in the dining nook of the main room in my flat. Salad was in a bowl in the fridge waiting to be dressed and I’d opened a bottle of chardonnay and set it in an ice bucket. Soon the appetising smells of home-cooked food were filling the flat and I thought that everything was just about ready. A tap on the front door turned out to be Joanna. Opening the door I saw that she was wearing a dark red sleeveless dress, with her hair plaited down her back. Normally she wore contacts, but tonight she was wearing round framed glasses that made her eyes look bigger and more luminous than normal.

We moved to the lounge and I poured two glasses of the wine. I sat in my usual armchair and watched as Joanna curled her legs underneath her on the sofa. She had sat this way for years but tonight she seemed to curl more sensuously than ever before. She sipped her wine and glanced at me over the top of her glass

All through the meal, Joanna was bubbly and bright, recounting incidents from her first term away. She drank a little of the wine and seemed to be more relaxed as the evening progressed. It was only when I’d loaded the dishes into the dishwasher and was taking coffee into the lounge on a tray that she seemed to stiffen, as if she was bracing herself to hear bad news.

We sat in our usual places, she curled on the sofa and me lounging in my big leather armchair. We sipped coffee as we tried to find words to start the conversation. At last, Joanna spoke.

“Colin, I want you to be absolutely honest with me. Do you think I’m a freak?”

I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing.

“Joanna, you have never been a freak. You are a beautiful young woman who has grown from a pretty, intelligent girl. Who on Earth has put such a foolish notion in your head?”

“Someone at uni. I told him I didn’t want to go out with him and he said I was a frigid freak and he only asked for a bet. He said I was ugly and stupid.”

“And you believed him?”

“Well, he was so popular and I hardly knew anybody.”

“Let me show you something.”

I stood up and took her by her hand, her long fingers suddenly feeling delicate and cool in my palm. I led her to the mirror at the far end of the room and stood her in front of it. She looked at her reflection as I spoke.

“I see a desirable, beautiful young woman. She is clever and witty and stylish and, above everything else, stunningly attractive. Now look closely in the mirror and see yourself as I do.”

She turned to face me, tears shining behind her spectacle lenses. Her breath caught in her throat and I suddenly found my hands trembling as I fought down the urge to take her in my arms and crush her to my body. Her perfume filled my nostrils and the soft pout of her lips filled my vision. I thought that it would only take a dip of my head and I could be kissing her. She looked up at me and slowly put hr hands around my neck, resting her head on my shoulder. I could feel her shaking as she sobbed silently in relief and I gently held her. Gradually her shaking subsided, though she still clung to me. Then she raised her head and I was looking into her eyes, still shining with tears and I could smell her perfume. She lifted her head a little further and I bent mine lower to kiss her lips. She opened her mouth and I flicked the tip of my tongue along the inside of her lips. She pulled me closer, kissing me urgently, her tongue slipping into my mouth.

Pulling back I struggled to find the breath to speak.

“Joanna, we shouldn’t.”

“You don’t think I’m beautiful at all.”

“That’s not true, you’re very beautiful, but there must be someone at uni for you.”

“There isn’t, I didn’t realise what I wanted until I moved away.”

“But it’s too risky, I haven’t got anything and you might get pregnant.”

“No I won’t, I went on the pill before I left for the first term.”

Desperately, I tried to think of another excuse. It wasn’t that Joanna was unattractive, more that I didn’t want to take advantage. She pulled my head lower and kissed me again, plastering her whole body against me. My hands slipped around her and held her close, feeling her leaning into my embrace. I knew then that I wasn’t going to argue any further. She seemed to sense this and took my hand, leading me along the corridor to my bedroom. 

Closing the door, she released me for just long enough to unfasten the zipper in the back of her dress. Shrugging her shoulders, she let the material fall around her ankles. Underneath she had no bra, just a suspender belt, to hold her stockings up, and a pair of French knickers in dark blue silk. Her breasts were rounded and firm, though her chest was almost as flat as a boy’s. Her nipples were dark smudges against her pail skin rising to hard points that I wanted to touch and caress. She reached out and took my hand, lifting it to her breast and resting my fingertips against her nipple. Sure that I wasn’t going to take my hand away, she reached out and began to unbutton my shirt, pushing the cotton aside as she unfastened each button. I could feel the hard point of each nipple as I cupped her taut breasts in my fingers, sliding my palms over her soft, lightly scented skin. 

I kissed the curve at the base of her neck, my tongue just touching the skin and tasting the salty sweetness of her. I encircle her with my arms and used my fingers to snap the elastic band holding her plait in place; slowly the strands began to unravel, letting the silky hair cascade down her bare back. Her hands were at my waist, her fingers unfastening my belt and then my trousers. Unfastened, they fell to the floor, leaving my tight briefs barely covering the bulge of my aroused manhood. Running my fingers down her spine, I slipped my fingertips into the waist of her silky knickers and slid them slowly down her smooth thighs. The downy hair between her legs was soft and a little damp beneath my fingers as I stroked gently, touching the swollen lips of her pussy through the soft bush.

Joanna slid her hands inside my briefs and worked them down to my knees, brushing her palms against the swollen shaft of my cock. I stepped back and pushed my shoes and socks off, without bothering to unfasten them. Taking her hands I backed away, moving us both to the bed . I noticed for the first time that she had worn heels, making her a little taller and emphasising her shapely calves. Turning I laid Joanna on the bed and slipped the shoes off, making her giggle as I ran my fingertips over the soles of her feet.

I laid down next to her and ran my fingertips over her smooth skin, tracing tiny swirling patterns from her stocking tops, over her taut belly, until I could cup her breast in my palm. I could feel the point of her nipple swell under my touch and leaned over, kissing her lips and invading her mouth with my tongue as I stroked her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Still pressing our mouths together, I slid my hand back down, over her belly and eased my fingertips into the soft hair, covering her pussy. I touched the hard nub and gently stroked my finger around the base of her swollen clit feeling her become moist as she stiffened with the sensation that flashed through her body. She cried out, a sort of squeak that I captured with a kiss and arched her back, before relaxing again. Her eyes shone behind her spectacles and a light flush had coloured her chest a rosy pink while her nipples stood erect.

Joanna reached for me, starting to take my erect member in her hand and then stopped. I caught the frown that flickered across her face and raised myself on one elbow.

“What is it? What’s the matter?”

“I don’t know what to do next. This is the furthest anyone has taken me.”

“Take me in your hand and touch me. Then when you’re relaxed, we can carry on.”

She reached out again and curled her fingers around the base of my shaft. I’m not sure if I was fevered, or her hands were chilled, but they felt cool and soothing against my throbbing cock. She ran her fingers slowly along the length of my shaft, stroking them over the swollen tip and spreading the drops of pre-cum as she explored and caressed me. I could feel the tension draining out of her limbs as she touched he hard, hot flesh. Her fingers curled around my shaft as she stroked gently, moving the soft skin against the hard flesh underneath.

I reached between us and moved her hand away before she could take things too far and make me cum. Pressing her onto her back, I knelt between her thighs, the tip of my cock oozing a trail of precum across her thigh. I released her hands and reached down, taking a grip on the base of my cock and using my other hand to gently open her pussy, The tip fitted beautifully between the lips of her pussy and I pressed forward, slowly and gently, sinking into her slippery tightness. 

Joanna groaned softly as she felt me entering her pussy. I could feel her gripping me with the muscles of her pussy as I sank slowly into her. I was trembling with the effort it took me to resist thrusting as hard as I could but I could feel Joanna slowly opening as I pressed deeper and deeper. She had her hands around my neck and pulled me closer so that I could kiss her, probing her mouth with my tongue.

I began to move in and out of her pussy, feeling the smooth caress of her passage. She thrashed her head on the pillow and gasped my name as the ridge of my cock brushed against her swollen clit. Her whole body stiffened for a moment, arching her towards me and then she fell back, limp and I felt a hot gush bathing my cock. I leaned forward, until my lips were almost touching her ear. I could feel the tip of my cock pressed against her hymen, stretching it gently.

“Are you ready, darling Joanna?”

Joanna just nodded and Taking a deep breath, I pushed, trying to be as gentle as possible. She cried out in pain as I felt the thin tissue give and tear. The friction against my cock was a little uncomfortable for a moment, but I could feel her become slippery as I eased back and then pushed into her again. She whimpered again as I pushed slowly until I was sheathed deeply inside her. I could feel love and pride swelling in my chest as I realised she had given herself completely to me. Slowly, but building up an insistent rhythm, I began to work my swollen cock in and out of her tight pussy, gently stretching her until the whimpers tapered off to gasps. I could feel the tightening of her body as she came nearer and nearer to cumming and just as she was about to release her built up energy, I thrust hard and deep, pinning her to my bed as my cock spasmed inside her. I spurted thick ropes of cum deep into her womb, feeling the hot fluid splashing inside her. She clung to me, even as she arched her back and spread her legs as wide as she could to drag me deeper inside.

I could feel my spent cock softening slowly and slipping from inside her, I slowly ease myself beside her and kissed her gently, then glanced down to see our juices mingled on the soft hair covering her pussy. She had bled a little staining the bedclothes and the tops of her thighs and stockings, but her eyes glowed when she looked at me. 

We were both relaxed and drifted off to sleep twined in each other’s arms. I don’t know what Joanna dreamed of, but I do know that later she was to make a lot of my dreams come true. 

The Girl Next Door



It was a sleepy little burg in northern Indiana. The summers were hot and humid, almost oppressive. The winters were cruel and harsh, the snows fell covering streets and houses, turning the town into frozen tundra. The corn, field after field of corn, it grew taller than a man, stray grains fell to the ground, took root, the corn surrounded the little town like sentinels, their stalks grew tall and skyward, standing guard. 

The boy had lived in this little town all of his life, he was born, he suffered through adolescence, he became a man, in this little town. He lived in a quiet neighborhood, lived in the house he grew up. After his mother died, he inherited the family home and its contents. He lived in the tiny white sided home, with its highly polished creaking wood floors, the labyrinth of a basement, the old wall paper peeling from the plaster walls, the smell of decay and old age hanging heavily in the air. 

He worked at the local grocery store; he had worked there since he was a teen. He stocked shelves, applied price tags to can after can, item after item. In school, he was known as an underachiever, he had no friends, and he kept to himself. In adulthood, he was known by the same labels. He was a tall, thin man, with mouse brown hair and thick rimmed pop bottle glasses. He had a weak chin, long, thin, cold fingers like those of a mortician's. He was the kind of man that the townspeople would walk past, ignoring, barely aware of his existence. After work, he would return to his home, he never went out, never had a date, his life was a routine of work and home, alone.

A young girl, maybe a couple of years his junior, moved into the house next door. She had moved here from Chicago and had opened a small antique store. She quickened him and aroused feelings in him that lay dormant. She was small in stature; long blonde hair framed a cherub like face and angelic eyes. She was a spark of life in this little town; she was a spark of life in him. She had a boyfriend, tall, muscular, athletic; he had moved here with her from Chicago and worked beside her in the antique store. The man hated the boyfriend, he felt certain that if the boyfriend were gone, he could get the girl to love him. 

The months passed, the harvest came and went, and the antique store struggled to remain open, but was failing. Their relationship was failing, the love that the man had for the girl was growing. In this little town, no one thought much about sleeping with the windows open on a cool autumn night. The man stood beneath her bedroom window, crouched discreetly out of the view of passers by. He could hear them as they crawled into bed; he heard the rustle of sheets, her sighs of passion as the boyfriend made his advances. He heard her moan in pleasure, encouraging the boyfriend on. He heard her breaths coming out in short pants. 

The sounds of their lovemaking aroused him, he felt his penis engorge with blood, felt it tingle as he became more aroused. He unzipped his jeans, lowering them around his hips and began to fondle his cock. Faster and faster he jerked, in his mind he imagined that it was her jerking his cock, sucking it, he imagined that he was sliding it into her feeling her wetness on his shaft, these imaginings spurred him on. 

From the window, he could hear her cries of passion. He could hear the groaning of the mattress beneath them, the straining of the headboard as the boyfriend grasped it for support. He could hear the boyfriend as he whispered to her, "You want more?" He could hear her as she cried out "Yes, Yes". His heart was pounding as he stroked himself harder and harder, he could feel the beads of moisture ooze out of the head of this prick, he was about to come. He slowed his stroking and tried to hold back, he wanted to wait until she came so they could climax together. 

From the bedroom window he could hear her as she moaned "Yeah, Yeah" she had to be close now. The bed squeaked faster and faster, he began to quicken his strokes. He heard her as she cried out "Oh, God!" in orgasm. He released himself, spraying his come in his hand, down the front of his jeans, and onto the ground. She was so good. They belonged together he mussed; he had to get rid of the boyfriend. 

She and the boyfriend lie together in bed, arm in arm. She traced little circles on his chest; he stretched out, enjoying her finger strokes. From the window, they heard a rustle of leaves, "Did you hear that?" she asked tensing. He sighed, rising from the bed he went to the window to have a look, there wasn't anything out there. He hated this town, hated this boring place. He wanted to go back to the city, he had been trying to talk her into it for months now, but she wouldn't hear of it. She was happy here. He felt stifled and confined. "There's nothing there, it was probably a stray dog." He said as he slid back into bed. 

The man's visits to the bedroom window became more frequent, he listened to her as she slept, listened as she made love to the boyfriend. He wanted her more and more, he had to have her. He was dismayed, sinking into a depression when the chill of winter caused her to close the house up tight. There would be no more romantic interludes under the window, at least till spring. He dreamt of her often, in his fantasies, she was his, he stroked her long blonde hair, fondled her breasts, squeezed her ass, his heart sang as she repeated the words to him "I love you." In his fantasies, he was the best lover, attractive, rich, well hung, and able to satisfy her every time. She was adoring and accommodated his every whim. She made his favorite meal every night, folded his laundry just right, touched him just the way he liked, she never disappointed him in this fantasy world. In this fantasy world, there was just her and him. 

He watched her, he knew when she got out of bed, knew when she went to work, knew when she would arrive home. The winter storms raged on, the antique shop was barely able to stay afloat, there would be days at a time where there would be no customers at all. Her relationship with the boyfriend was on the rocks, he could hear them fighting, his heart leapt for joy the day he saw the boyfriend packing out his possessions, and backing down the drive. Now they had a chance, he thought to himself, now they had a chance to really be together. 

She continued to go to work every day, even though there were no customers. The grocery store was at its busiest, the winter snows made the roads slick and dangerous, no one would travel to a larger town just to save a nickel on a loaf of bread. She too was forced to shop at the little store, she didn't ever buy much, but he watched, he paid attention to everything she put into her cart; these were her favorite things, now they were his too. 

A winter storm was on its way from Canada, this storm was going to be a particularly bad one. The entire town was at the grocery store stocking up. It seemed that whenever there was a storm warning such as this, people bought milk and bread. The man couldn't figure out exactly what people did with just milk and bread, it had always puzzled him. He helped the masses of little old ladies clad in grey wool coats, scarves and boots navigate their carts over the ice packed parking lots, loading their massive Lincolns and Cadillacs with the tiny bags of milk and bread. The old women didn't tip very well, usually sliding him a quarter or two. 

She came to the store, unlike the others, she didn't stock up on milk or bread. She bought her favorite brand of coffee, his favorite too. She picked out a couple of frozen dinners, the very ones he would have selected. She grabbed a box of Ding-Dongs from the shelf, he loved Ding-Dongs. She picked up some tampons and pads, he wasn't sure, but he was certain those must be the very best ones in the store, she would only use the best. She selected a couple of women's magazines, he would have to read these, and they had to be really good if she were buying them. She made her way through the checkout and was pushing her cart out of the store. 

He wrestled the cart out of her hands, "Here let me get that for you." He said smiling. She nodded indifferently, she recognized this guy, and she tried to remember where she had seen him. Carefully, the couple picked their way through the parking lot and to her car. She popped the trunk and motioned for him to put the groceries in. "You know, you should really put some plastic up over your windows" he said gesturing to her. She shot him a puzzled look. "I'm your neighbor, Jack" he said extending his hand. Yes of course, she remembered now, he was the guy next door. Quickly she shook his hand and exaggerated a shiver, she wanted to go home. He took the hint, closing her trunk for her, and turned to walk inside. "Thanks Jack" she said to him waving. 

She had shook his hand, she remembered his name, he was certain that these were signs that she was interested in him. After his shift, he hurried home with his own groceries, the exact items that she had bought, minus the tampons. As the coffee percolated, he skimmed through the women's magazines; they were of the highest caliber. He read about tips on how to keep his sinks gleaming, how to tone his thighs and butt, how to have shiny hair, and how to change a tire. He sipped the coffee, munched on a Ding-Dong, watching the lights from next door as they peeked out from among the cracks in her curtains. That night as the snows began to fall, he made love to her, and his fantasy was much more real this time. "Oh Jack, you're the best" she cried out in the heat of passion. He was her master, she his captive. 

At long last, the snows melted, the thaw of spring came with the first robins. She began to open her blinds and her windows. He listened as she showered first thing every morning; he thought it was cute, how she sang as she bathed. He listened to the whirr of the blow dryer, listened to her hum as she applied her makeup. He watched, sinking low, just barely peeking in the window as she walked through the house, naked. Her hips were narrow, her breasts perfect, her bush wild and untamed, and her long blonde hair swaying across her back as she walked. She never knew she was being watched, she went to her bedroom and put on her outfit for the day, always perfect.

One day, after she left for work, he got up the courage to pay her a visit. The bedroom window was out of view from passers by, she always left it open to welcome the fresh air and springtime breezes. The screen easily slid out of the window frame, he lifted himself up and slipped inside. He inhaled deeply of the scent of the house, he could smell her perfume. He was careful to put everything back in its place as he inspected her house. First the bedroom, then the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, the laundry room, he riffled through her dirty clothes hamper, inhaling deeply the scent from her dirty underwear. This aroused him, he had never smelled a woman before, he had never been with a woman before, and he grew hard as he smelled the silky undergarment. Gingerly, he slid it into his pocket. He looked through photo albums; she had always been beautiful and perfect, even as a child. He browsed through her mail, picked through her trash, when he could take it no more, his arousal full force, his curiosity satisfied, he exited the way he had come in, through the bedroom window, carefully replacing the screen.

He returned to his home, fondling the underwear in his pocket. He locked the door and lowered his blinds. He lay on his bed, taking out the underwear. He inhaled deeply of her scent; his prick was fully erect now and throbbing. He lowered his jeans and began to jerk on his penis; he wrapped the silky garment around his cock sending his senses reeling. She was there telling him how much she wanted him, how she wanted his huge cock inside of her. As he stroked faster and faster, he could hear her telling him how good he was, he could hear her begging for mercy as he plunged deeper and deeper inside of her. With a flash of electric like sensation, he had come, the underwear now saturated. He had consummated their relationship. She had to understand how much he loved her. He had to make her see how much she loved him. 

The visits became more frequent, he would look through her closets, lay in her bed, he was always careful. Sometimes he would swipe a small trinket from her house, a picture, an item of clothing, it didn't matter. He decided to spend the night with her. He hid in the depths of her basement, listening to her footsteps making the floorboards creak. The living room, on went the TV. He could hear the bantering of the game show host as it traveled through the air ducts to the basement. Up to the bathroom, he heard the whoosh of a toilet flush, back to the living room and onto the couch. Off went the TV, he was close now. He traced her footsteps to the bedroom, heard the creak of the bed as she climbed in. He waited for her to fall asleep, he had watched her enough times, he knew about how long it would take. He was patient, he waited. 

When a sufficient amount of time had passed, he crept up the basement stairs, easing the door open. He tiptoed across the kitchen and into the living room. He could hear her breathing now; he could smell her, so close. She stirred in her sleep; he stood perfectly still, not making a sound. Her light snoring resumed, so did his steps. He entered her bedroom, examining her lying on the bed. She had no covers on and the fan gently ruffled her nightgown, highlighting her breasts, the curve of her tummy, and her hips. He could feel himself beginning to get aroused. He stood mere inches from her now. He reached out gently touching her hair which was splayed out on the pillow. He was careful not to wake her. He stood watching her for hours, until the first grey light of dawn began to peek over the horizon. He knew she would be waking soon. He slipped the camera out of his jacket pocket and quickly snapped a picture; he hoped it would turn out since he didn't use a flash. He wanted to commemorate their first night together, the first of many. 

Often he hid in her basement; he listened to her phone conversations. He listened as she showered, ate her supper, he read her mail, he knew her well. He loved her, yet she didn't know how much she loved him. He was becoming impatient; he had to make her see. He made love to her often; his fantasies were now quite elaborate, seeming all the more real. Of course they were mere fantasies, but a plan was beginning to form in his mind. He would have to take her by force; it would be the only way. After she saw what he went through to get her, she would see she would appreciate that any man could show such interest in her; she would know how much he loved her. She would learn to love him, in time. He set about to make his purchases, careful not to buy things locally, he drove for hours to various towns and cities to collect what he would need to make her his.

One night, he waited for her, but she didn't come home at her usual time. She was very late; he began to worry and to fret about her. Where was she? Had she gotten into an accident? He was about to leave and go looking for her when he heard the key turn in the lock. He heard her giggle; he heard a man's voice. He heard two sets of footsteps, heard the echoing of moans of passion, heard her cry out in lust, and heard him groan. She was cheating on him! His mind was racing. That fucking whore he thought to himself. How could she do that to me! He would teach that little slut what it meant to love. He would hurt her the way she was hurting him. He waited in the basement, waited patiently, controlling his rage. 

She bade her guest goodnight walking him to the door, locking it behind her. She hummed as she slipped back underneath the covers; she had no idea that she was in danger. She had a wonderful time with this man, he was good in bed, and she was in the warmth of afterglow, blissful and content. As she drifted off to sleep, she thought she heard footsteps walking across the kitchen floor. Sometimes at night she heard them, she thought it was her mind playing tricks on her. She noticed that small items were missing and she thought she had accidentally misplaced them. She jokingly blamed these strange occurrences on a ghost. How could she fall into harm in this little town? She had never felt safer in her life.

His heart pounded, his hands trembled. He would have to act quickly, he knew about the phone by her bed and had taken care of that, cutting the main line into the house. He knew about the ball bat she kept under her bed, he had taken care of that too, moving it well out of her reach. He set the rope on the floor and moved closer to her. He placed his hand over her mouth and nose, she awoke with a start. Her eyes were wide and full of fear, she groped for the ball bat, she struggled beneath his hands, and she struggled for her breath. She was getting dizzy, almost to the point of unconsciousness. She felt herself drifting away. She stopped struggling, she felt him lift his hand away from her mouth, she felt the ropes as they bit into the fragile skin of her wrists and ankles, and she felt the pull as they were tied to the bed frame. She tried to scream, he quickly slipped a gag into her mouth. He closed the windows in the house, lowering the blinds; he went from room to room. 

His beauty was now his captive, he watched her as she struggled, the more she moved the tighter the ropes became. He waited for her to wear down. He turned on the lights in the bedroom and began to snap pictures of his love. He watched the Polaroid film as it rolled out of the base of the camera, careful not to touch them he watched as they developed. Even in terror, she was perfect. 

He repositioned her in the bed, taking time to straighten her hair, moving it away from her face. She rocked her head against him; he slapped her trying to get her to hold still. She had a look of disbelief on her face, he had seemed so nice, so neighborly, so mild, yet he was here, he had done this to her. Why? She asked herself. What had she done to deserve this? Her heart raced in fear, her hands and feet became numb under the pressure from the ropes. Her face throbbed from where he had slapped her. The tears rolled down her cheeks. She stopped struggling.

He ripped away her nightgown, inspecting her nudity, snapping more Polaroids, stopping to refill the film. She lay on the bed in submission, she closed her eyes, she tried to pretend this wasn't happening to her; she tried to place herself in a meadow full of spring flowers and cool breezes. She could feel his hands on her, leaving a trail of crawling flesh and goose bumps in their wake. He stroked her thighs, traced his way up her belly, and traced the outline of her breasts. He could feel her heart pounding against his fingers, he became hard in arousal. 

He lowered his face to smell her crotch, he could smell the musky scent of sex on her, he could smell the scent of the other man on her. He rose from the bed and went into the bathroom, he reached into a cabinet taking out a douche, and he assembled it and warmed it according to package directions. He didn't want sloppy seconds; he wanted her to be pure and fresh for him, as he was for her. He untied one of her hands, placing the douche in it; he motioned for her to douche herself. She obeyed, sliding the douche into her vagina and squeezing out its contents. She could feel the warm water as it soaked into the bedding underneath her, she could feel it as it ran down her thighs. He stood over her watching, he wanted her, just seeing her touching herself sent him reeling in desire. 

When she was finished he grabbed the bottle out of her hand and returned her wrist to its confines. She was a dirty whore and had to be cleaned. His mother had warned him about dirty whores like her, mother was always right. He looked at her with such contempt; she began to wonder if she was going to live out the night. He had to already have been in the house, he must have heard her having sex, she tried to imagine what was going on in his head, and she shuddered at the thoughts. 




The Girl Next Door



He undressed in front of her. She could see his tiny erection, she could see his soft flabby body, and the sight of him disgusted her. "Don't you see how much I love you?" he asked pointing to his erection. "I want you to love me this much" he said as he mounted her, pushing her thighs out of the way. She struggled against him. "I'll make you love me" he whispered as he entered her. 

He rocked into her, the sensations that he felt were strange, warm, wet, and tight. He could scarcely get into her, she was so tense. He wanted her to yield underneath him, but she was board stiff. He felt his cock tingle as he moved back and forth, he felt like he was on fire. He dripped a fine layer of drool onto her face as he came. He had never felt anything so good in his life. He suckled her tits, wondered at their hardness. He lowered himself between her legs, deeply inhaling her scent, tasting her. She tried to scoot herself out of his grasp, but she couldn't. She took what he gave her, over and over again. "Oh, I love you so much" he said finally spent. She couldn't reply, the gag was tight in her mouth, she couldn't make a sound. 

The dawn was fast approaching; she could see it through a crack in the blinds. She had survived till morning; this fact gave her a renewed strength. Soon, it would be time to open her shop, when she didn't report to work, people would begin looking for her and she would be saved. When he didn't show up for work, they would come looking for him too. She would be rescued. He awoke, yawning. "Don't worry, I've taken vacation this week, we won't be interrupted." Her heart sank. She might have survived the night; she'd never make it a week. "I need for you to make a call. Call your friends and tell them you will be out of town for the week, tell them you're going to Chicago. I want us to have plenty of time together, I want us to have time to fall in love." He loosened her gag, pulled a cellular telephone out of his pocket and dialed the number to her best friend Laura placing the phone to her ear. Her mouth was so dry she could hardly speak, but she did as instructed. 

He offered her water, she greedily drank. She began to squirm in her confines; she had to go to the bathroom. "Oh, I bet you need to go, that's the first thing you do in the morning isn't it?" he loosened her ropes. How long had he been watching her? She wondered, how could she have been so oblivious?

He tied her hands tightly behind her back, half carrying her; he took her to the bathroom and lowered her onto the toilet. She couldn't pee; he stood over her watching her. She shot him a pleading look. Grinning and tousling her hair, he turned his back, she began to pee. When she was finished, he spread her thighs, gathering a wad of toilet paper; he wiped her, front to back, just as he had read in one of her women's magazines. "Did I do that right?" he asked. She nodded. He helped her onto her feet, navigating her to a kitchen chair, lowering her onto it, and replacing her bonds. He fed her donuts and coffee, he wiped the crumbs off of her face. She began to cry, she was totally naked, defenseless, her wrists were bruised and sore, her throat hurt from the gag, she was loosing hope. Laura wouldn't check on her for days now, she felt as if her fate were sealed.

"Please loosen the ropes" she pled with him. She was looking for a weakness in him. Maybe she could use his supposed love for her against him. She lowered her head, avoiding his stare.

"Sweetheart, you know I would, but I just can't trust you yet." He said shaking his head no. He untied her, replaced her bonds and carried her to the shower. He bathed her, becoming aroused as he watched the soap roll down her breasts. He carefully dried her and applied lotion to her skin, just as he had watched her do. He had to keep her routine if he wanted to prove how much he loved her. He wrapped her in a towel and lowered her onto the bed. "I have a present for you my love" he said smiling as he presented a box. He lifted the lid and pulled out a red satin negligee. He sat her up; restraining one hand he raised the other one slipping the gown on. When he was satisfied with it, he replaced her bonds, tying her tightly. He ran a comb through her hair, lovingly touching the golden strands. He gathered her hair up into a bun, and pinned it in place. "I always thought your hair would look best like this," he said.

"I'm going to make love to you now" he said as he laid her back on the bed, tying her down to the bed frame. "Are you beginning to see how much you need me?" he asked as he slid his fingers into her pussy and began to stroke her. "You're like a little baby now, I have to bathe you and feed you. You must be able to see how much I love you, not every man would care for his woman as lovingly as I do you." He lowered his pants down around his hips, he forced his way into her, and he was merciless, ramming himself into her over and over again. She cried out in pain, he thought it was the cry of passion, she was beginning to fall for him, he just knew it, soon she would be his, all his. With a moan he came, burying himself deep inside of her. 

When he was through, he lowered her gown and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch. She could feel his come as it dried on her, the thought of it made her stomach go into knots, and she fought off waves of nausea. He tried to force her to eat, she refused. Slapping her, he became angry. He forced her down on the bed, taking her again. She made not a sound, this also made him angry. In a rage he repositioned her onto her belly, resting her hips up on pillows. "You're a dirty little whore, I bet you'll like this" he said. He took a vibrator out of the bag he had snuck into her house and turned it on. He spread her wide and rammed it into her up to its hub. She cried out in pain. "Yeah that's what I thought you dirty, dirty, whore. My cock isn't enough for you is it?" he shouted as he rammed the whole length of the vibrator up into her. The tears flowed down her cheeks, gagging she vomited on the bed. He stopped, noticing blood on the device. He slapped her hard against her face. "I only do this because I love you, I love you and you make me do these things to you. Quit crying, you deserved that, dirty whore. You made me do that to you, do you think I like hurting you?" He walked out of the room, leaving her tied on her belly. 

Sometime later, he stood over her, awakening her. "Did you learn your lesson?" he asked as he loosened her ties. She shook her head yes. He helped her up into a sitting position, holding her head against his chest he rocked her gently, brushing the dried vomit off her face. He placed her into a tub full of hot soapy water and gently cleansed her. "You've got to stop being bad like that and I won't hurt you anymore." He instructed as he washed her hair. He pulled her out of the tub when he felt she was sufficiently clean and tied her to a towel bar as he went to change the bed sheets. She shivered, dripping wet, she looked at herself in the mirror. 

Her hair hung dully outlining her face, there were dark rings under her eyes from lack of sleep, bruises highlighted her cheeks, and her upper lip was swollen due to the force of his blow. She pulled against the ropes in vain, the ropes, wet, tightened. After he had made the bed, he tended to her, drying her, brushing her hair, inspecting the damage he had inflicted. "You know I love you" he said as he put her hair up again. "Do you love me?" he asked. She jerked her face away. "In time you will." He said as he guided her to the kitchen tying her to a chair. He lit the candles and poured her some wine. He filled her plate with chicken and pasta, untying a hand he allowed her to feed herself. 

"Isn't this nice of me to make you your favorite meal?" he asked. Her mind was racing; she had to find a way to get out. She shook her head yes, afraid to speak. After dinner, he took her into the living room and allowed her to watch TV, tied to the frame of the couch, she sat on the floor at his feet, and he stroked her hair. She wanted to die, she wanted him to die. "Do you see how nice it could be between us?" he asked. She was beginning to discover his weakness; she nodded resting her head on his knee. He was surprised by her action, he was making progress, her resolve was weakening, and she was becoming his.

That night when he decided she had had enough TV, he put her to bed. She begged him to loosen one hand, just for a minute. They had made progress, what was the harm he thought to him self untying her confines. She slid up her nightgown and spread her legs, inviting him in. "Oh, yes!" he exclaimed dropping his pants and eagerly taking her. She faked excitement, she faked the whole thing, whispering to him, telling him how good he was, how big his cock was, she cried out in fake orgasm. He didn't know the difference; he was too involved in his own pleasure. When they were done, he tied her down tightly, crawling beside her, he fell asleep. 

The next morning, the bathroom ritual continued, he helped her to pee, he bathed her, and he put her hair up and dressed her. "I appreciate how good you are to me" she said, avoiding his glance. His heart was singing, he was excited; she was beginning to love him. He smiled proudly. When he tied her, he didn't tie her as tightly now. She began to feel hope again. She did nothing to invoke his rage, when he wanted sex, she allowed it. When he decided it was time to eat, she ate. She was his toy; she complied with his every whim. That night, when he tied her to the bed, she whispered to him "I'm falling in love with you." He kissed her ramming his tongue deep into her mouth. Her flesh crawled with disgust, but at least this charade was keeping her alive, for the moment. 

He allowed her to go for periods of time untied now, she couldn't move about freely, but she was untied. At dinner, he got down on one knee, asking her to marry him, she agreed, proclaiming love and adoration to him. He didn't see that she had taken the carving knife from the kitchen table. She hid it in the folds of her satin gown, allowing him to lead her into the bedroom.

That night, she allowed him to enter her, he plunged into her, she was unrestrained. She pushed against him in fake orgasm, she slid her hand under the pillow, pulling out a knife, he didn't see her. She rammed the knife into his back, causing him to cry out in agony. Quickly she pushed him off of her, and ran for the door, hobbling, he pursued her. He felt the agony of his wound; he felt the agony of her betrayal. 

Grabbing at her gown, he caught her. If he couldn't have her, no one would. His mother was right, women were all dirty whores, this one deserved to die. She kicked wildly at him, the nightgown ripped in his grasp freeing her. She fumbled with the locks on the door, her fingers clumsily turning them. He was on her now; he forced her onto the floor, taking her breath with his weight. She struggled beneath him, she clawed at him, and she sank her teeth into the flesh of his neck, causing him to loosen his grip. "You bitch" he cried out in pain as he groped at her trying to reclaim her. She slid out of the night gown, in an act of despair she flung herself out of the living room window. She cried out in agony as the glass ripped at her flesh, yielding beneath her weight. She fell to the ground.

Ignoring the pain she scrambled to her feet, she could hear him crying after her "You whore, you dirty little whore!" Her wounds slowed her progress, fortunately, so did his. She ran up the porch steps to her neighbor's house across the street, screaming wildly as she pounded on the door. She saw the lights turn on, saw the glow of lights from other houses as they too were awakened by the noise. The door to the house opened and she ran inside almost tearing it from its hinges. The neighbor called the police, moments later she could hear the song of sirens as they grew closer and closer. She heard the shouts of the officers, she heard him shouting, proclaiming that they were in love and had just had a little lover's quarrel. 

Medical Personnel attended her wounds, applying layer after layer of dressings. He was taken into custody; they led him past her and to the squad car. She was lying on an ambulance cot; they were preparing to place her into the back of the ambulance. "You whore, you dirty whore, I loved you!" he cried out, struggling against the officers. She cried tears of relief, she was safe now. 

After the trial, after the endless questions and interrogations, testimony after testimony, he was convicted. He was sentenced to life in a state mental institution; the judge didn't feel he was incompetent to stand trial, so he did. When it was all over, she returned to the small town, packed her belongings, closed her store, and returned to the ambiguity of the big city. At night, she could still hear his footsteps as they crept across her kitchen floor, she could hear him cry out "You whore, you dirty, dirty, whore." She still felt his touch, she still heard him whispering "I did this because I love you."



The Girl Next Door



1. This really gorgeous hunk of a guy is kneeling between my knees. I look down at him as I lay on the bed and see him staring at my pussy with a lustful smile on his face. I spread my legs even further, inviting him to do whatever he desires. He licks his lips as he starts to lean forward, still staring at where his mouth is heading . . . 

I see a framed picture on the wall. Bright sunlight is coming in the French doors leading to the small second-story balcony of my apartment bedroom. I'm alone in my own bed, my fingers on my pussy. It's all been a dream. There's no gorgeous hunk. I'm so frustrated I could scream. So I do. As bloodcurdling, loud a scream as I can manage. Then, at the very top of my voice, as strong as my lungs can make it, I yell "I need a good fuck!"

Shit. I wonder if anyone could of heard me. I get up, my fingers stilll in my pussy, ready to really start working on my clit, my nightgown up around my waist, and waddle to the balcony. I'm going to give myself an orgasm if at all possible but my fear of embarasment comes first. I'm slow to react because half my mind is on the feeling in my pussy as I slide my fingers in the increasing juiciness. I look at the apartment house next door. No one looking out. I look back between the buildings. Nothing. To the front. Oh shit, there's a guy in the front lawn next door with a spade in his hand looking up at me. I jump back.

He's a real hunk. Beautiful guy. Did he have shorts on? He looked naked. Bare shoulders, chest. He couldn't be naked. The shorts must be tan or something. My nightgown has fallen, my hand has left myself. I sidle back to the window and try to look into the front lawn next door without being seen. He's there. I was right, he is a real hunk. Terrific body. No shirt. But, yes, he does have on shorts. And socks and shoes. He's digging in a flower bed. God, I want to fuck him. I need to fuck him. I mean, he's right there. So close. And so delicious looking. I step back, lift my nightgown and get my fingers back onto my pussy. I just need to fuck so bad. It's been way too long.

It's been three weeks since I was with a guy. My choice. When Marie, who works in the office with me, developed AIDS, it scared me. I got tested and I don't have anything, thank goodness. I guess she'd been feeling bad for a long time, maybe a couple years, and didn't go to a doctor. Finally she did and it's probably too late. I realized that a couple years ago she and I went to some clubs together to dance and find guys. I love to go to clubs and dance. It's better than a workout in a gym. Plus, you get to socialize, tease guys. It tops off the whole thing great to pick a guy and take him home, or go home with him and have some sex. So, if I had gone with whoever gave Marie AIDS, maybe I would have got it instead. I have guys use condoms mostly but sometimes the need is just too urgent, you know? Plus, it made me think back. Since my first time, back in high school when I was probably too young, I've had sex with guys a couple times a week for maybe five years. That's a lot of guys. Some of them lasted a little while and some were just once. I just enjoyed myself. Now I realize that I probably wouldn't recognize most of them if I saw them again. That's scary, too. So, even though I think a good, erect cock is the sexiest thing in the world, I stopped. But I don't think I can hold out any longer. I really need it.

So, why can't I Just go down there and tell him I need him. Get him back up here and use that great body? It's stupid. You can't do that. But why not? What's he going to do? The worst thing that can happen is, he'll say no. So what. Because he might say yes. He'll probably say yes. If I wear my skimpiest bikini. I mean, I've got a good body. Why not? Can I really do it?

2. I'm working in the flower bed of my apartment building. It's going to be hot and I have lots of things to get done today. I need to work and not think about Yvonne. That's over. She's made it obvious she's found someone else. A couple of someones if I understand her voice mail right. I realize all we had was sex. We didn't truly care about each other that much. But we were each others' firsts. I've never had anyone but her. She'd never had anyone but me. Now I guess she's having everyone. Well, I have to stop thinking about her. And about sex. All the sex we had.

There's a huge noise. Sounds like some jungle animal screaming or something. I look up. Then this loud yell, "I need a good Fuck!" Lady, where are you? I'll gladly give you as good a fuck as I can manage. Then, up on one of the balconies next door this beautiful woman comes out. Crap, her nightgown is way up, she's naked from the waist down. She's fingering herself. She looks like the Soprano's daughter on TV. Really lovely. Sexy. She looks at me and jumps back. 

I wonder if I can get a ladder that will reach that high. I can climb up and give her the fuck she says she needs. I can't do that. I'd probably end up in jail. Climbing into a strange woman's second floor apartment, uninvited. I can watch, though, and try and see her sometime coming or going and manage to say something to her. Oh well, back to work. I need to try and forget sex, not think about it all the time. She'd probably never be interested in me anyway. I need to get this bed ready, get to the nursery and then plant some flowering annuals. A better looking apartment house gets higher rents and the units stay occupied longer. And I make more money. My dad's always stressed that top returns on your investments is the only way to go. Yvonne used to complain that I thought about making money more than I did about making love to her. Shit, now that makes me think about making love to her and how good it was. 

"Hi", I hear from behind me. I turn my head to look. It's that beautiful girl from next door! Crap, she's perfect. Unbelievable body. And nothing hidden by that little bathing suit. Gorgeous. She puts out her hand. "I'm Nancy."

"Hi," I say back, turning to her. I drop the spade. "Chuck. Well, Charles. But Chuck." I take her hand.

She steps closer, holds my one hand and puts the other on my stomach. Moves her hand as if she's feeling me. "I know this is stupid," she says, "but I saw you and figured it's worth a try."

She really is gorgeous. Beautiful face, lots of dark hair. And that body. Wow. Lovely breasts almost falling out of her bra. Now, what's she saying? "Oh?, What?" Crap, Chuck, is that the best you can do?

"I mean, this isn't normal for me to do something like this," she says. sliding her one hand up onto my chest.

"Oh, do what?"

"Well, I was wondering. I mean, I saw you down here. Well. Could you come back to my place with me?"

"You're the one that just screamed and yelled a few minutes ago?"

"Well, yeah. Look. I'm sorry, I guess this is just too dumb." She takes her hand off my chest and starts to turn. I hold onto her other hand and reach out and touch her arm.

"No," I got out as quick as I could. "I want to come with you."

She smiles. Beams. She steps closer, reaches out and touches my stomach again. . Her bare hand on my bare skin. "You will?"

"Absolutely," and I hold her waist. She's firm. Great shape.

She grabs my arm. "We better go before I lose my nerve," she says and we start off to her building.

"I've been working," I say as I follow her. "I'm sorry but I'm probably sweaty."

She looks back and smiles even more. "We can shower," she says.

I don't even know what to think. We can shower. We. That means something. She's started up the stairs ahead of me. That really lovely butt is moving right in front of me. Side to side and sort of going lopsided with each step. I really want that. I reach up and get my hand on it. She looks back, down at me, and just smiles even more. At the top of the stairs she stops and turn and grabs me. Her arms up around my neck. She sort of jumps against me. I have to put my arms around her to keep from falling back. She's trying to kiss me so I lean my head down and our lips are together and her tongue is licking around inside my mouth. Then she's almost running, pulling me along to a door down the hall. We're inside and she's up against me again. Not to kiss but just to run her hands over my bare upper body. "God," she says, "you're so . . . male." Then she starts pulling me down a hall, into a bathroom.

I'm not sure how it all happens. She gets out of her bathing suit and bends over the tub and turns the water on to start the shower running. She's completely naked, facing me. Big brown nipples on those great breasts. Patch of dark hair down between her legs. Even sexier naked than with the bathing suit on. I guess I'm just standing there staring, she's so desirable and beautiful.

"Well get those shorts off," she says and comes to me, almost kneels and then starts unzipping my shorts. In just a second or so my shorts and boxers are both down to my ankles and she's staring at my very erect cock. She sounds as if she's moaning as she gets both hands to my cock and just sort of holds it, staring at it. She leans just a little and licks the head of my cock. She looks up at me. "I need this so bad," she says as she stands up. "I need this in me, lift me," she says quickly. I get my hands under her armpits and lift and at the same time she jumps, spreads her legs and gets them around me. 

She has one arm around my neck, holding on, and the other down under her holding my cock and trying to get it to her pussy. Her weight on me throws me off balance. I still have my socks and boots on, my shorts are around my ankles. I shuffle in tiny steps trying to stay upright. The room is small and after three or four of my unbalanced baby steps, her back goes up against a wooden door to a linen closet Somehow, with her hand guiding me, my weight falling against her and my trying to stay upright, I'm pinning her to the wall and my cock shoves right up into her.

Our naked bodies are pressed tightly together, her legs still wrapped around my hips, her arms around me. She lets out a loud "Uff" as she hits the wall and my cock slides into her. Her eyes are looking right at mine. Her mouth smiles and she says, "Just fuck me. Fuck me." I do. I can bend my legs a little and move my hips a little and pull out some and then shove right back in again. Every time I come out a little, her body sags or drops a little and then when I shove into her, I lift her with my cock and the force of my hips. Over and over and over. 

I've never felt like this. It's like I'm some bull in heat or something. I just pound into her. The only sounds she makes are "uffs" and exhales with every push into her. If anything, her arms and legs pull me ever tighter against her. The shower's running. Hot water probably since the little bathroom is getting full of steam. We're both perspiring and I just keep pounding into her again and again. She makes a low moan or howl and I can feel her whole body sort of jerk. I can feel some of her juice running down my legs. I just continue to pound my hips, forcing me into her and against her.

Finally, I can feel my balls sort of boiling up and I shove as far up into her as possible and just hold there as I unload loads of cum into her. Our eyes are looking at one another. It's like we're both tired. But not unhappy. If anything, the look on her face is hornier now that when we started. "That was just great," she says. "Perfect."

"Yeah. I think so, too," is all I can think of. I start pulling away from her. It's like our bodies are glued to one another with the steam and perspiration. It's actually difficult to get apart for a moment. She gets her legs down and I set her on the floor. We just stand there looking at one another. There's just something bout a truly good fuck that I guess we both appreciate. She smiles, touches my stomach, and says, "You really are male, aren't you? Just as male as can be. Animal." Then she grins. Then kisses my chest, takes my hand and turns to the tub and shower. 

I have to get my shoes and socks off and my shorts. When I turn and move to the tub, she already in it, standing under the shower, still naked and still the sexiest thing possible.

3. I'm surprised I had the nerve to go down and ask him to come back with me. I guess I really needed sex more than I had good sense. But, he came. And he's just gorgeous, A real hunk. Half naked like he is I could hardly keep my hands off him. He's big, with muscles. Must be over six feet. He doesn't have the muscle definition of some body builders but his arms are big, his chest is big and his stomach is rock hard. I did finally get him into the bathroom. He says he's sweaty from work, needs a shower. I get the water running and take off my suit and there he is just staring at me. He's still dressed. Well, I get his shorts and underwear down and there's this big, magnificent, sexy, delicious looking cock. I really want to suck it, get it in my mouth. But I need a fuck much more. He helps me as I jump up on him, wrapping my legs around him to hold myself up, and start aiming that lovely cock into me. 

He gets off balance or something and stumbles across the room until my back hits the linen closet. He keeps moving and pushes up tight against me, shoving that big cock up into me at the same time. It's heavenly. Just great. Our bodies pressed to one another, he starts fucking me like a wild animal. Just pounding into me. Exactly what I wanted, what I need. His cock fills me up. It's like my whole body is being supported on his cock, It's as far up into me as it can get. Every push of his lifts me. Every sensor in my vagina is stimulated over and over. With our bodies pushed so tight together, he rubs my clit with every movement. I have an orgasm and he just keeps pounding away. Fuck, this is so perfect. I'm half out of my mind by the time he finally cums. We just look at one another. It's been perfect. Better than any fuck I'd ever had. Of course, I realize that I've felt that way before but then this is now. I stayed tight to him as I feel his cock shrinking inside me. Then, we could barely peel apart we were so stuck together.

When we get in the tub and I adjust the shower, he washes me with soap and his bare hands. Very gentle, very thorough. He keeps telling me how beautiful I am, what a great body I have. Very sexy. He spends a lot of time at my boobs and then again at my pussy. He kisses and licks my nipples after rinsing me, then kneels and kisses at my thighs and pussy. I want him to continue but I know I want him even more. So I wash him the same way. As I get to his cock it's slowly coming up. Maybe not the biggest I'd ever seen but plenty big. And somehow just sexier than most. On my knees, I get that lovely thing in my mouth and work on it every way I can. I play with his testicles with one hand, jerk him off near the base of his cock while I suck and lick at the end. He's fully up and hard quickly. At first he just stands there and takes it. Then he gets a hand on the back of my head and starts fucking my mouth while I keep working on him. Very, very sexy. The water is running on us, my hair is soaking wet and I actually don't give a darn how I look, I just want that cock of his. I want his cum. I finally get it. So sexy. 

He tells me he may never get erect again, I've drained him. We hold each other and kiss. I turn off the water. I'm amazed there's still any hot water after all this time. I realize that if he does what he acted like he wanted to do, he'd soon be licking me and I better get clean. So I tell him I need to douche before we go into the bedroom. He acts like he's never heard of a douche. So I point at the contraption and tell him, I put water in the bag and then aim the hose thingy up into me and rinse out, that's all it is. He looks at me and gets a gleam in his eye and says he's got a better plan. 

He steps out of the tub and gets a plastic water glass then steps back in. He fills the glass with hot water and then moves down and lays on his back on the bottom of the tub. He tells me to straddle him and squat down, like a Sumo wrestler. It's almost like I'm going to sit on his face, which would be fine with me. I like that. But he says no, just stay there. I think my pussy must be a foot or so above him. He gets a mouthful of water from the glass, uses his hands to spread me open, puts his mouth lips tight up against my labia and squirts his mouthful of water into me. 

"You have a beautiful pussy," he says, "all pink and puffy, not brown and wrinkly."

"I'm glad you like it," I reply. I mean, this is very sexy. "But if it really is pink and puffy it's probably because -- I'm not complaining, I loved it -- because a couple minutes ago you were pounding the heck out of it."

He laughs and tells me to just stay there, gets another mouthful and does it again. Then he says o.k., you've just had a Chuck douche, how was it? 

I straighten up and tell him it was probably the least effective douche I'd ever had but it sure was the sexiest. We kiss again, get out of the tub and dry each other. He picks me up, carries me into my bedroom and lays me on the bed and starts feeling me and kissing me. He's all over me, kissing my boobs, sucking my nipples, kissing my stomach and legs. And then he really gets to it. I've had lots of guys eat me before and, again, maybe the one you're getting always seems best, but, boy, he really seems to like this. He's great at it. It doesn't take long and I'm having orgasm after orgasm. Then he's up over me and sliding into me again.

Fuck, this is turning out to be the sexiest morning of my life. He goes on and on. I have another orgasm. He stops moving in me and I get my legs around him and we roll

over so that I can ride him for awhile. He diddles on my clit, pushes himself up and sucks on a breast as I ride back and forth, up and down. another orgasm. That's a female advantage. I can have orgasm after orgasm. When he finally cums he'll be done for awhile. This is all so glorious, I think I'd like to just keep fucking for hours. He suggests changing position and I agree. I get on my hands and knees, head down onto the bed. He's behind me and starts pounding into me again. Fuck, I love this. I've never had so many orgasms. I can't begin to count them. I think maybe I'm stuck in one continuous one. Then, finally, I feel his cock jerking some and another load of warm semen in me. 

We're laying there, our bodies pressed together, arms around one another, moving our hands, feeling each other's bodes. "I've never had sex this good," he says. "You're the sexiest woman I've ever met. Gorgeous. Great body. And hornier than hell. You really like to fuck don't you?"

"I definitely do," I answer, kissing him.

"I could do this forever," he adds. "Marry me."

"I think this is pretty great, too," I answer. "So, yes. Sure. I'd like to do this forever too. But maybe we should wait until we know each other a little better. Find out how much we like one another with our clothes on. Not that I want to put any clothes on." I kiss him again, slide my hand down between us to grab his soft penis. I want to get it hard again. I want more sex. He might last even longer next time. 

"Maybe what I need now is another douche," I tell him

He grins, pulls me tighter against him and kisses me again.

# # #



The Girl Next Door



The young couple bid farewell for the evening and return to their house next door. And once again I was relieved and yet a little frustrated to see them go. With our children gone we had time on our hands and regularly whiled away the hours with people in the neighborhood. The couple next door were newlyweds and had moved in six months earlier. The husband Dave was pleasant and down to earth, a real honest guy. He and his wife had arrived in the winter now that the evenings grew hot we had come to see each other almost every day as we went about our business. Also to my wife's slight annoyance we heard them through the walls a night in rowdy love play. However I was becoming a little uncomfortable around them, not that they weren't nice people who treated us with respect. 

Both treated us as equals even though twice the age of them we must have seemed a little stuffy. No it was Dave's wife that worried me. She'd sat in shorts and t shirt that evening chatting, white plimsolls tapping as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. She was early twenties, waif slim with dirty blonde hair that she tied back tight in a ponytail. She had a freckled face with upturned nose, her lips not full but wide and sensuous. Her legs were long and trimmed with fine curvy hips, small boobs but a plump pear shaped arse. She spoke so chirpily, with a smile and sparkling eyes. No Dave I was fine with, it was his wife Stacey who made me uncomfortable; because I realized I was becoming obsessed with her.

Last week I'd seen her in the garden, jeans and straining top tight to her fragile frame; her neck long her face angelic yet not a natural beauty. She was the quintessential girl next door, cute, sweet and achingly fuckable. The conversation had been dull and like normal I had blushed and acted like a schoolboy. In fact it was getting embarrassing even my wife was starting to notice and gave me a suspicious look as we went to bed that night. 

"Do you think Stacey's attractive? She quizzed innocently. 

"Oh um haven't really thought about it." I replied unconvincingly. "Hmmmmm?" Came her knowing response. I turned off the light hoping tomorrow my package would arrive.

Surfing the net earlier that week I has seen a company called Finc industries which claimed to be able to give men sexual prowess, total assure confidence. A potion which when drunk could enable you to ooze sexual magnetism and turn a shy man into OO7. I knew it would never come to anything sexually; but just to be able to charm her, see her eyes twinkle in delight would be enough.

The next morning my wife took the early train to her mothers like she had planned to. I knew she wouldn't be around to receive the package and create any embarrassment. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. As I signed for delivery Stacey was waving her husband goodbye for the day standing in her door way. She was dressed in a short white skirt and trainers with a white cardigan on. She looked like she was going to play the US tennis open. 

"Hi," She said smiling her green eyes delectable as ever. "Would you like a coffee?" 

I mumbled back apologizing that I was too busy and quickly went inside. Once there I banged my head on the wall in mock frustration. 

"What a jerk! A coffee, what do you think would happen? Why act so stupid?" 

I opened the parcel. The Finc industries label said take one thimble full every two days for roguish charm Rhett Butler would have been proud of. I decide to take a swig direct from the bottle. The big mouthful burned like liquor and I coughed and choked. The stuff tasted vile and instantly I realized I'd been duped.

"Just another internet fool," I said aloud shaking my head. I then decide to go in the garden and clear the shed as a form of self punishment.

As I worked in the dusty out building I could see Stacey in her kitchen leaning and stretching reaching for cupboards. The shed was full of junk; stuff I'd never thrown out. For example I picked up a long rubber baton. I think I'd use it for panel beating. I couldn't be sure. 

"What a load of crap," I declared surveying my room, feeling a little light headed. My shoulders were aching, then my neck, the liquid I drunk surely doing this to me. 

"Ugh I feel sick," I moaned again out load. 

But it wasn't sickness in my stomach, but in my gut like when you realize you have just done something horribly wrong or a really bad mistake. I began to feel angry, a rage in fact. Angry with myself but also with the beauty I could see through the window. I was losing control. But I was always in control my confidence hardening to steel by the overdosed potion. No it was Stacey who was too sure of herself. Yes the little foxy bitch was just too damn hot for her own good!

Stacey saw me climbing over the back fence and opened the door. "What's wrong, erm there's a front door your welcome to use." She said indignantly.

She cocked her head in puzzlement the rubber baton and a length of cord in my hand. "What do I need them for?" She asked as I entered the kitchen pulling the door shut behind me. "Hey, what's going on?"

I suddenly grabbed her pushing her across the kitchen table. "Oh uggh get off me!" Nearly twice her size it was easy to pin her flat my breathing heavy as the cord wrapped round a tiny wrist, jerking her arm behind her back binding both wrists together.

"Ugggggghh awww stop, ugh god nooooo!" I grabbed her dirty blonde mane pulling her upright. "Up stairs you bitch, we don't want to be disturbed." She screamed and I had to put my hand over her mouth. In my pocket was a cloth that I roughly gagged her with.

"Hmmmfffff ugghhh!"

Stacey kicked and wriggled but I was much stronger the potion seeming to also fill me with the energy of a young buck. She has a hand full and half way up the stairs I slipped Stacey falling on her back legs apart. I grabbed her blonde locks dragging her kicking the rest of the way.

Their bedroom was a sickly Barbie pink, in keeping with the tight waist bitch I flung on her fluffy pink bed. She was panting heavily her eyes wide, her pale skin pimply with nerves. I still had the rubber length in my hand. Waving it in front of her face I teased. 

"First I'm going to lick you bitch, and then we'll see you ride this monster." She squealed her green eyes welling up as she shook her head in defiance.

Her skirt came of easily showing a white thong, I was down pushing her thighs apart her shoulders pressed against the covers trying to raise herself up. My hand tugged the fabric then snapped it, her almost hairless slit dry and freckly.

She moaned through the gag, as I parted her lips with my fingers her pink soft insides appearing. 

My tongue tasted her mound then into her slit. She wriggled and I put pressure on her tummy to pin her. My other hand helped me probe as I began to slurp and suck. 

"Oh mmmm yeah, that's it baby ummm!" Her thighs were trying to close squashing my face.

I sat back up and unraveled some more cord. "I'm going to spread you eagle you slut, pull them legs out real wide!" It was easy, one leg tied to each of the bottom bed posts, the slack taken up by winding the coil round and round cranking her energetic legs wider and wider till she looked like she was doing the splits. I pushed her cardigan over her head hooking it behind her long neck her small hard mounds still looking ample on her tiny rib cage.

It was like d dream; I couldn't wake up. Stacey was gagged her eyes staring in horror at me, spread eagle on her own bed. I knew it was wrong but the sexual rage just kept sweeping over me like a stormy sea battering my conscience.

I began in earnest to suck her clit my hands able to caress her hips up to her tits with only the lots of futile resistance from her. Her pussy was dry but musky my saliva making the pink flesh glisten. She was still moaning and I decided I wanted to hear her beg.

"Oh please, no stop uuggghh," Came the pleas as soon as the rag was removed.

"Oh god, no, no uggggh, no you can't be doing this. The cops will uggg, you can't be doing it." 

I raised my wet lipped face. "I knew you'd have a hot tight pussy like this. Always bending over in a short skirt just asking to be goosed". 

I pushed her lips apart again spitting on the hardening bud. She sobbed her chest heaving, 

I reached for the rubber baton, Stacey understanding what would happen next.

"Oh god no not that it's too big uhh please don't" 

Her voice was squeaky her lips trembling. I held it in my hands all 10 inches of rubber pipe 2/3 inches at it thickest. It all made sense in my crazed head.

"You sit there your skirt riding up, teasing me. You got to learn who's has the power." 

She gave a muffled cry as I pressed the fat tip into her mouth pushing until she looked like she would choke. 

"Get it wet, suck it, fucking suck it you bitch." 

The tip was glistening as I pressed it against her blushing slit. She lay spread; her head raised a crazed look on her face horrified as the tip opened her up. The thing was stuck it would only enter a finger nails width; her young strong muscles refusing to be beaten.

She squealed at my attempt, desperately trying to catch her breath. "The drawer," she gasped," in the drawer please it won't go in!"

I opened the top drawer to see a tub of Vaseline along with other nick nacks.

"Use that, uhh please its too dry I can't take it." 

I smeared the end before placing it back at her slit. "This time you better take it." I said ominously. Her bare hole stretched and stretched the skin ruffling into furrows as it spread further and further from its start point. The black shinny rubber sliding slowly in, been halted then after more pressure beginning again the gel collecting at her entrance in a slimy clear ring.

"Ooh, wwooh, god, oooh, ooooooh ugh, uggh no, oh, ooh god ooooohhh!" 

I stared delighted her groin raised as her clit was pressed back the fat stick twisting further and further.

"Oh Stacey yes, yesss that's it take it, more, more!" 

She moaned her eyes catching mine tears in them her nose looking so cute.

"Ohh good girl, good girl that's it, that's it." 

She gave a long sexy moan as I began to fuck her slowly pushing the rubber cock deeper and deeper.

"Oh god stop!" She yelped as the thing began to nudge her cervix, the stretched cunt lips stinging with effort.

I pushed more delighting in her horror. I spoke to her in a compassionate way. She wasn't stupid she knew she was out of her depth. My features were twisted and bloated I was clearly sick if not insane.

"You have to ride it Stacey, do as I say and everything will be fine. She nodded trying to placate my fury.

Her arms were still tied behind her and she arched her back as I began to penetrate her at my leisure. "Oooh, oooooooohhh!" She rocked her hips, biting her lip as the baton pushed in and out.

"Ah, uh slower," she moaned trying to get used to it and relax her body. "Uggg do it slower urrrr!" 

She was gently bucking in a self imposed world of her own eyes tight shut. The black surface was wet with grease and Stacey's mild juices. She was giving little whining noises her long lashed eyes all damp. "Is that what you like, is it?" She asked coyly. "I'm doing what you wanted; does this make you uuggghh happy?"

I pressed her clit the baton starting to slide more easily. She was giving little grunts. I want you to come Stacey. Then I'll stop." 

She looked worried at me then began to open and close her mouth in mock ecstasy. The bitch was going to fake it! She rubbed her bud against the black rubber moaning slowly. I smiled letting her play the game. As she began to get more excited I began to increase the masturbation. She realized this and calmed down. 

"I want to hear you come, do it." She began again in desperation as her grunts got louder the thrusts increased. "Ooh ugg ugh awww!" It was difficult to guess the fake groans, and which were the real gasps, as I increased faster and faster." Oh I'm coming!" She lied.

I slowly removed the phallus twisting it as it went, her tight pussy closing with a sigh from the bound girl. I was envious of the wet tip having been so deep inside her young body. I began to undo her bound legs and she groaned as she was able to bend her knees tight shut. 

I began to strip my pants and Stacey screamed, "no noo, I thought... ugh Jesus." She stopped mid sentence in shock. I didn't notice her gasp and I also stood trembling with fear.

My cock had sprung out rock the veins painfully hard. I gave a groan the thing surprising me just as much as Stacey. My slit was weeping precome the foreskin dragged back by the bulging purple head. "Ooo god," I moaned touching my ball swollen in their sack.

This wasn't my cock.

The thing was bloated like my face and though I couldn't see also my ass. The skin was reddish and ridged with bulging veins. It wasn't any longer then normal but it was now so aroused I felt like my balls were two slopping jugs of come. 

We both looked at my bizarre drug fueled cock then at each other, Stacey's eyes showing her fascinated horror.

I was on her quickly, rolling her body my waist between her legs. She was gasping my mouth on hers as I directed my tip to her sore slit.

"No! Don't put that dirty thing in me!" 

Her cunt began to suck me in as her eyes widened. My waist forced her damp thighs out; her bony pelvis finally, groaningly, nudging the base of my fat cock. 

"Oooh youu ggghhu ggghhh!" Stacey groaned arching her back, looking up to the ceiling.

I was in ecstasy the swollen rod trying to spring from her fleshy tube. My hand pushed into the small of her back as I began to fuck; her mouth open, eyes now showing their revulsion as my tip burrowed in.

She gasped a plea." Please, I'm not on the pill ugh, ugh don't make me pregnant nooo please!"

I began to fuck hard pinning her shoulders down my waist slapping her inside thighs wider and wider. The cock felt fantastic filling her tight hole fully giving her a glove tight fuck.

"Ugh, ugh, uggh, aawwww." She was foaming a little at the mouth her hair now loosening from the tie becoming a full face framing mane.

"Ugh, ugh, awww no, noo oooooohhh!" 

I was rampant my body slamming into hers, almost trying to snap her like a twig.

As I fucked I gasped obscenities the words exciting me as she yelped and groaned.

"Oh you fucking hot bitch. I've loosened your hole now for the real fucking. Keep them long legs wide, uggh yess I'm all the way in." 

I wanted her to look so pulled her head forward to show my cock gyrating at her hole, trying to make it wider and wider. She was screaming now the cock nearly too much to accept, her body tired and ravished.

"Awww oohhhhhh!!" She screamed fearing I would erupt up her birth canal." Awww stop it stop it!"

I pulled out my cock eye trailing strands of precome like a crazy snail trail.

I could feel the shot in the barrel. I arched my back knelt between her 45 degree thighs my hands gripping my balls and shaft base.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" Then the rush."Oooooooooo!!!"

Stacey was speechless in disbelief as I erupted. Two then three enormous spurts of runny arching cum; flying out with such forced it reached her tits, droplets almost on her chin.

I wasn't finished. "Jezzzzz!" I screamed as I launched a fourth and fifth ejection 

The sticky filth splattered her tummy filling her belly button in a sea of white.

I gave a sick groan feeling like I'd emptied my body of too much precious liquid and any second I'd shrivel like a prune.

It looked like men had being jacking over her all day, the slimy mess trickling down the sides of her hips as she coughed and spluttered at the pungent smell.

My cock remained solid as when it had sprung from my pants, my balls feeling like they were swelling again. And I gripped the bed end holding my head I groaned to myself.

"Oh shit what the fucks happening to me?"

Then the sex mist closed again and I began to untie her ankles allowing her to twist arms still tied behind her head.

"Now up the ass!" 

She wailed," No I don't ughh noo."

I rolled her onto her front face hard on the bed spread pulling her hips up. 

"Good then you'll be nice and tight!" 

She began to scream the house down my wet cock ramming up without mercy making her eyes almost pop from her head. 

She was so rubbery tight, my own grunts of discomfort been drowned by her animal wails. My wet slimy cock lubricated a little but there was nothing she could have done to deaden the sensation of a cola can fat dick stuffing her tunnel.

Oh what a fuck; her tiny body below me fat arse raised my blushing cock slamming in and out. I was pulling out to the limit her rectum closing shut before I thrust back in. She was been buggered for all her life.

"Aw, aw, aw, oooohhhhhhhnnoooooooo!"

She squealed, "you're splittingggg awww ohhhhhno noo." But her muscles didn't rip; her body more elastic than she dreamed. As I fucked her arse with her white shoes still on, my erection started to burn, my balls tightening. 

"Oh that's it bitch I'm nearly there uggh, uuggghh." I pulled out again with a long grunt from Stacey.

I pushed the cock against her face and she yelped mouth clamping shut.

"Suck it." I screamed prizing her mouth open. 

She gagged and spluttered tasting the dirty flesh on her tongue smearing my sore hole with saliva.

"Mmgggggggggggghhhh!" 

I was so near, "Ooohh uggggggggh!" 

She was on all fours gripping the bed board with her bound hands both my hands on the back of her head as I pulled her mouth onto my cock.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!"

Her pretty face was flush, freckled nose snorting to breathe as she swallowed my cartoon cock.

"Ukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

I jerked forward without warning fearing she might try to pull out if warned.

Stacey began to gulp the stream of come even runnier, like piss filling her gums. She baulked her mouth spewing the white liquid out over her chin like she'd just tried to swallow a pint of milk in one gulp and failed.

My cock flipped up out of her mouth her teeth scraping the sore head as it went, Stacey's mouth my gut aching from the constant fluid drain.

"Uhhhhhhhhh!"

My fifth ejection covered her upturned nose, filling in the wells of her eye sockets, her lashes like snow heavy trees. Stacey shook her head in disgust the strands flying everywhere. "Uggggggg!"

I collapsed on top of her my cock now spent. But that's what I hoped. After a few brief moments of respite I gave an agonized groan. My cock was still stiff and once again I could feel the tension building as it reached a fully aroused state again.

I shook my head saying no over and over. Stacey began to pant in disbelief, she too echoing my words.

"No, no it can't still be, oh it's impossible!"

I was exhausted the young buck strength that I'd acquired starting to desert me. However my lust still raged and once again took command.

I lay back on the bed lifting the lithe girl onto my hairy belly. She still had her arms tied over her head to the bed board so she wasn't going anywhere fast. From underneath her I slid up Till my head was up between her shoulder blades sniffing her sweating spine and neck. I could reach around to grope her shinny sticky tits my iron cock pressing up into her seated ass.

My cock pressed against her anus once more.

"Time for you to do all the work," I said callously pressing my cock tip against her hole, urging her to sit down it. Stacey bit her lips easing her ass down her hole opening again to the insatiable monster.

Over the next few hours she learned the true meaning anal sex. I never moved from my reclined spot only holding her waist to steady her as she gyrated and rocked to my commands. My senses began to dull my head swimming as each ejaculation drained more and more bodily fluid from me.




The Girl Next Door



Each time I came hot fountains of spunk belching inside her ass she would gobble the air like a fish out of water her eyes crossing in indignity. But I would hold her steady my cock not deflating but waiting for her to start her rhythmic massaging again. She could hear my breathing becoming more labored my face paler each ejaculation, it was slowly killing me and there was nothing I could do about it. For Stacey it would only be a matter of time before my heart gave way and she would be rid of my gut pumping cock.

"Oh yesssss, ugggg start bouncing again you slut!"



The Girl Next Door



Charlotte Cavendish hurried through the chill November air, head down and shoulders hunched as she hugged the laundry bag tight to her body. It was unseasonably cold and she couldn't get to her small apartment on the Ku'damm quickly enough. Besides, at this time of night the streets of Berlin were no place for a woman to be out alone. As she rounded a corner the wind picked up, slicing through her thick overcoat and blowing a trail of brittle leaves into her path. Instinctively, Charlotte stepped over them and moved into the shadows of the walls. In this day and age, it was impossible to be too careful. But being attacked was the least of Charlotte's worries. What no one would guess from her long dark hair and perfect figure was that at 28, Charlotte Cavendish was trained to kill.

To those who knew her in the city she was Frau Schlûssmeyer, the widow of a high-ranking German officer who'd won the Iron Cross. She kept herself to herself, but played the part well enough to secure a waitressing job at a nearby bar. The fact it happened to be a favourite among Nazi officials was certainly no accident. While Charlotte had an awareness of danger, she knew no fear of it and throwing herself into the jaws of the beast was her second nature. She'd been that way all her life, despite private schooling, a Cambridge degree and the very best of her parents' efforts. 

At the beginning of the war she'd leapt to join the Wrens, but soon became bored and frustrated with the menial tasks she was given. As far as her conduct around men was concerned, Charlotte more than lived up to the organisation's ideal of the 'perfect lady' – but only because she had no interest in the opposite sex at all. Instead, she embarked on a series of passionate affairs with her female co-workers. Ratings, senior officers, typists, and even an admiral's daughter – when it came to beautiful women, Charlotte always got what she wanted without fail. 

For the most part, her Sapphic inclinations went by undetected, but it was always too good to last forever. When the moment of her discovery came, she went out in a blaze of glory with her tongue buried deep inside a pretty young Wren's cunt – all while her commanding officer looked on in horror. It was agreed that both women should leave immediately. And as abruptly as it began, so Charlotte's career ended.

Although the episode was kept quiet out of respect for the two families, Charlotte knew that she needed to get away for a while. Without employment, she was stuck on her father's Hertfordshire estate with nothing other than her wild imagination to keep her occupied. She craved female company, but more than anything else, she craved excitement and her independence. When Churchill formed his taskforce of Special Operations Executives, Charlotte was among the first to sign up.

It was dangerous work and her father objected strongly, but with her flair for the German language and all its regional variations, she was a natural candidate. After several months of intensive training, she was air-dropped deep into the German countryside, completely alone for the first time in her life. It wasn't her first time in the country. As a student she'd spent almost every summer in Berlin, enjoying the progressive cultural scene and frequenting almost every lesbian bar and club within the city boundaries. But that was then, and this was now. One by one, all of her old flames and acquaintances had stopped writing. Some had simply disappeared overnight, others had emigrated and many more had just decided to conform, leaving the past behind them and marrying men who'd never make them happy. The chances of her being recognised were slim, but it still played heavily on her mind that in this stifling atmosphere, she was as much the hunted as the huntress.

She rounded a corner and heard gunshots echoing in the distance. It was a familiar sound. She fumbled clumsily with the keys in the lock, cursing the cold that had number her hands. A sharp click and she was in. No light shone under the doors of the other tenants. It was only ten o'clock, but everyone seemed to have given up on the day. Hardly surprising considering the steadily decreasing rations. She crept up the stairs, avoiding the creaky floorboard at the top, and let herself into her apartment.

Charlotte shot quick glance around the shadowy room. It was as she'd left it. She crossed to the window and peered into the street below. Also deserted. It was as well to be careful. During the spring of that year, an SOE wireless operator had been captured in the Netherlands and within a week, almost the entire network of Dutch agents had been ensnared. Losing their military grip, the Nazis were compensating by tightening their hold on the domestic front. How Charlotte had survived this long was a combination of luck and her own awesome willpower.

She drew the blackout curtains and clicked on a dim bedside reading lamp. Without even stopping to remove her coat, she tipped the contents of the bag out onto the bed, sifting through them in search of anything unusual. It had been weeks since she'd received any world from London. The last communication had been just an acknowledgement of the work she'd already done. One car bomb, four railway detonations and the theft of some vital documents from a high ranking Nazi officer. It was a case of 'Well done, Charlotte,' – then nothing further by way of guidance. She lived in the hope that no news was good news, but couldn't quite shake the feeling that somehow the transmissions were going astray. What she needed to know was when to leave. According to city rumours, the Allies were planning a massive bombing campaign. Hamburg had been bad enough, but if reports were to be believed, it was nothing compared to the pounding that Germany's capital was about to receive. Surely her bosses wouldn't leave her in a city that was about to be razed to the ground?

Her fingers suddenly fell upon some papers and a rush of excitement went through her. They seemed to be lots of them - glossy and unless Charlotte was mistaken, bound firmly along one side. A magazine. Charlotte lifted it up and smiled. Still nothing from England, but as far as continental contraband was concerned, Ilka, her German wireless operator had excelled. It was an explicit Dutch lesbian magazine filled from start to finish with pictures of naked women – twisted legs, smooth skin, rouged lips and pussies that were filled with fingers and tongues. 

She pushed the laundry off the bed and settled down with a cigarette, her eyes losing focus as she gazed at the shots through the blue haze. The only action Charlotte had seen since arriving in Berlin had been with Ilka. It had filled the void but was far from satisfying - firstly, Ilka was a curious, but reluctant married woman; secondly, she just didn't have the temperament to be able to handle a livewire like Charlotte, and it wasn't long before the passive and unimaginative housewife began to grate on her nerves. She would never have admitted it in a million years, but Charlotte craved women who gave her a run for her money. She was strong, but had a deep-rooted desire to be tamed and swept off her feet. As Ilka showed no potential for either, Charlotte soon dissolved their liaison on the grounds that work and sex are never a good combination.

Charlotte turned through the pages slowly, totally absorbed by the images in front of her. Judging by the dog ears, Ilka had taken a very good look before passing it on. She smiled. There were women eating pussy in every conceivable angle, even groups of them clustered around an individual, spreading her open and examining her from all sides. Charlotte slid a hand inside her panties and instantly found her throbbing clit. It was larger than most she'd seen and easily aroused. A quick stroke and her finger travelled down towards her entrance. She was already soaked.

On an impulse, she began tearing off her clothes, tugging at them hard and scattering them on the floor around her. Her bed became a frenzy of movement. First came her coat, then her shoes. Her blouse was next and then her skirt – until all that stood between her and total nudity was a red bra and matching pair of satin French knickers. In her hurry to remove them, Charlotte's elbow accidentally caught the small table lamp. There was a loud crash and then darkness.

"Shit!" she whispered, annoyed with herself for not having more self-control.

A faint cough came from the apartment next to her. Charlotte froze. Evidently someone was still awake. Another cough followed by the sound of a chair being dragged across the tiles. It was Fräulein Westerfeld – about whom Charlotte knew almost nothing. Since arriving, Charlotte had made a point of getting to know absolutely everyone who lived in the block. It wasn't out of friendliness – although Charlotte had a natural charm that was hard to resist. To her, the people all around her – the railway workers, war wives, shopkeepers, factory staff – were all cogs in a bigger machine. Knowing them and using them to the best of her means was Charlotte's job. Gabriele Westerfeld, however, remained a total enigma. She was a blonde thirty-something with piercing blue eyes, who lived directly next to Charlotte, but kept herself to herself. She didn't work; neither did she have any visitors. There were some who swore she was a writer, and others who claimed she was a disinherited duchess gone mad. But in the spirit of the age, no one dared question her directly. Besides, there was something about Fräulein Westerfeld that almost defied snooping. It was ironic. Of all the people Charlotte knew in Berlin, it was the girl next door whom she knew least of all.

Cutting her losses, Charlotte spread her legs out across the bed and ran her fingers over her bare breasts. Her nipples were hard, and grew harder by the second under her touch. She was beginning to squirm, the firm muscles of her ass grinding hard against the sheets. She needed release, she needed to –

Charlotte leapt out of her skin as she heard a sharp rap on her door.

"Who is it?"

"Fräulein Westerfeld. May I come in, Frau Schlûssmeyer?"

Charlotte hesitated. Now that her eyes had grown accustomed to the gloom, she spotted several things among her laundry pile that shouldn't be seen - among them a Walther P38 and a small cache of bullets.

"I'm in bed!"

"Oh... I just wanted a small word."

The disappointment in her voice sounded genuine, and eventually Charlotte's curiosity got the better of her.

"Hold on," she muttered, leaping to her feet and throwing on a silk robe. A small word? At this time of night? The woman was probably just crazy. A recluse who only decided to talk when people had gone to bed. She really needed to watch her step if that was the case. The Nazis had eliminated her kind from the Aryan race a long time ago.

She wrapped up the items in her clean bed linen, and kicked them under the bed. Flooding the room with light from the overhead, Charlotte opened the door slowly and peered into the hallway. 

"May I come in?"

Despite the lateness of the hour, Gabriele Westerfeld was fully dressed to kill in a red evening dress and heels that added at least another two inches to her towering figure. Her blonde hair was swept back off her face into an immaculate French plait and her make-up seemed fresh. 

"Yes – sorry, I forgot myself. Please come in. Is there a problem?"

Charlotte felt herself being looked up and down by her neighbour. Brazen at the best of times she coloured up immediately under the cold stare, becoming acutely aware of her untidy hair, the telltale flush across her cheeks, and the haphazard way in which she'd draped the robe around her. As a gust blew in from the hallway, Charlotte realised that the top of her left breast was exposed. She moved away quickly, turning to the wall as she adjusted the material. It may have been her imagination, but even with her back turned, Charlotte could feel Fräulein Westerfeld's blue eyes burning into her.

"I heard a noise," she began coldly, "I also know that you came in very late tonight and on several other nights."

Charlotte strengthened her resolve. It was the moment she'd been both dreading and preparing for since she'd arrived in Berlin. 

"I am a trained nurse, Fräulein Westerfeld. There are men out there dying. Were it not for my husband's express wishes, I'd be out there on the battlefield a long time ago. I do what I can. The wounded are being brought home in their hundreds. Our boys. So I break the curfew. I work nights at a field hospital at Charlottenburg, and to hell with anyone who tries telling me I shouldn't!"

Inwardly, Charlotte smiled. She had almost convinced herself. Gabriele Westerfeld took a step back and gazed at a distant point in the room. After an awkward silence, she cleared her throat.

"I beg your pardon, Frau Schlûssmeyer. I just was just concerned..."

Charlotte held her indignation well, but could hardly have been prepared for what the woman suggested next.

"... There are so many war widows in Berlin these days. A woman has to get by any way she can – and with so many soldiers in the vicinity..." Gabi's voice trailed off again, allowing what was left unsaid to echo around the apartment

"Fräulein Westerfeld, if you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting, then I'd like you to leave immediately," said Charlotte, suddenly fighting the urge to laugh. Her neighbour's face, on the other hand, was expressionless.

"No shame in it at all. We all get lonely from time to time, but evidently I jumped to the wrong conclusion and I'd like you to accept my apology."

"Quite."

"Please – call me Gabi." Gabriele extended her hand and Charlotte reached out to take it. It was ice cold, but as their fingers touched, small bolts of electricity rushed through Charlotte's spine. 

"Charlotte," she blustered by way of introduction, taking care to pronounce the e at the end in the German way. Ilka usually abbreviated it to Lotta.

Gabi's grip was firm and unless Charlotte's imagination was playing tricks on her, lasted quite a while longer than was necessary. The blonde's eyes were again locked on her, and for the first time in the presence of another woman, Charlotte felt distinctly uncomfortable.

"Well, I should probably sleep..." she began with an unusual shyness, "It's late, and I have work tomorrow..."

Gabi raised her eyebrows in mock annoyance.

"I've been chatting with my neighbour for less than two minutes and already she wants to go to bed?"

Charlotte had no idea whether the pun was intentional or not, but it filled her mind with a series of erotic images that made her want to go back to what she'd been doing before the interruption. Gabriele Westerfeld was a striking woman. She rivalled Charlotte in height, but possessed a frame that was altogether more solid. She was in peak physical condition and carried herself more with the grace of an athlete than a single woman in a war torn city. 

This time it was Charlotte's turn to stare. She took in the high cheekbones and firm jaw line of her neighbour. Gabriele Westerfeld was the definitive Aryan beauty, strong, elegant, but cold to the point of being unobtainable. Charlotte struggled with herself and failed. Within a couple of seconds, her eyes descended lower – over the woman's neck, over her collar bones, over her chest... until they were fixed on a pair of firm breasts... so enticing, so touchable, so kissable... What in hell was she thinking?!

"Maybe we could meet tomorrow?" suggested Charlotte, snapping out of her trance and running her tongue across her dry lips. Despite her attempts to conceal it, there was a slightly breathless quality to her voice. Gabi nodded, a knowing smile playing at the corner of her lips.

"Then I invite you over for afternoon tea at my place tomorrow – three o'clock sharp."

Charlotte nodded. It was all she could do without giving the game away entirely. Once her neighbour had departed, she closed the door behind her feeling slightly shaken – as though Gabriele Westerfeld had intruded upon a lot more than her homestead.

The following morning came all too quickly. Charlotte was woken by the sound of bells ringing from the nearby Kaiser Wilhelm church and a steady stream of people on the street outside. Sunday - and for Charlotte especially, it was a time to pray. As she packed her bag and pulled on some clothes, the events of the previous night seemed a world away. Realising the importance of being on the ball the next day, Charlotte had sacrificed her urges and turned in for the night almost straight after Gabi left. It was only now that she noticed her prized magazine lying out in full few in the middle of the floor. There was no way that her neighbour could have missed it. It was unfortunate, but at this moment in time Charlotte was far too busy to care. 

She must have checked the contents of her bag at least a dozen times before leaving her apartment. Charlotte was never normally like this and it bothered her. What she had in store for today was just a walk in the park, courtesy of a loose lipped Nazi officer who'd become enamoured with her in the bar. Her sources were reliable and her planning, as always, had been meticulous. But Charlotte still felt nervous. She had no idea why, but it was almost as though Gabi Westerfeld's visit had unsettled her very core. 

As Charlotte stepped out into the street, the relief in the air was noticeable. Berlin had survived yet another night unscathed, and through the exhaustion shone a quiet defiance in the faces of those around her. She waited in the swirling mist for a while, stamping her feet from the cold and impatience. She had a long distance to cover in the space of three hours - several changes of tram until she reached the north-westernmost tip of the city boundary, and then at least an hour's walk into the surrounding countryside. She'd be cutting it fine to get back to Gabi Westerfeld's by three... She cursed herself silently. That woman again.

Charlotte battled to regain her focus, and luckily it wasn't long before a tram rattled around the corner. She boarded it and stared blankly out of the window as the streets blurred past her and the minutes ticked by. There were plenty of other people on board, but no one was talking or even looking in her direction. A wave of loneliness suddenly engulfed Charlotte. She had no one in the city she could call a friend, much less a lover. She bit her lip to stop the emotion from pouring out. It had to be over soon. Even the Germans were beginning to admit it behind closed doors. The Reich simply had too many enemies on too many fronts. It was just a matter of time. Within a year she'd probably be back at home, making love to some wild English beauty in the meadows, drinking champagne and living in luxury. This was the one time of her life when she could make a difference, and she wasn't about to turn her back on it just yet.

By the time Charlotte stepped off the final tram, everything seemed possessed a slightly surreal edge. The mist was finally beginning to lift, leaving behind a damp and stagnant landscape. She was in a run-down residential area with neat lawns and windows as far as the eye could see. It was a ripe hunting ground for curtain-twitchers, and Charlotte's pace quickened. The less time she spent out in the open, the better – and just to make sure, she intended to get home via a completely different tram stop. 

She headed for an expanse of green at the end of the street. It was the end of Berlin and, because no established road lead from it, one of the few city exits where a checkpoint hadn't been set up. Just as well, because a baggage search was the last thing Charlotte needed right now. Considering the contents of her bag, she'd be lucky if she ever made it as far as the concentration camp. It was a long hike before she reached the railway tracks, and by the time they were in sight she had broken into a sweat. She glanced at her watch – ten minutes before the freight train laden with supplies for the Eastern Front would come rumbling through. Plenty of time. 




The Girl Next Door



She knelt beside her bag, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she took out what she needed. Shooting quick glances in every direction, she worked quickly, assembling the bomb with the precision of an artist. Charlotte had done it so many times before that she could afford to be vigilant, which was as well in this heavily wooded area.

A final twist of the dial, and she was ready to go. She pressed a cool hand against the steel tracks. There it was - the distant rumble of the approaching train. It seemed to be on time, and so far everything was going according to plan. The trick now was to get as far away as possible from the scene of her crime. She walked briskly, synchronising her seconds with those on the timer. 

Four minutes...

She was doing well. She ducked into a grove of trees and continued her passage southbound. 

Three minutes...

There was the low hum of a train engine in the distance, and her heartbeat quickened.

Two minutes...

With an empty bag, even the most rigorous SS inspection would have a hard time coming up with incriminating evidence. She was on the verge of feeling invincible. One minute...

There was a sharp crack behind her, and Charlotte span round.

Nothing. It was definitely the sound of a dry branch snapping, but there was no one else around. It was probably a squirrel, or a fox, or even a stray dog from the suburbs. It still sounded uncomfortably close.

Thirty seconds... 

The train was approaching and the suspense building. 

Fifteen seconds...

Time for her to turn around and continue with her route. 

Ten seconds...

Five seconds - each one seeming to last an age. 

Three...

Two... 

One... 

The sky suddenly lit up in a blaze of light, and there was an explosion that that shattered the peace of the countryside. The ground shook and brakes screeched. Several smaller blasts followed, sending smoke billowing over the hillside. Without warning, Charlotte felt a heavy weight against her back. It caught her off-balance and sent her reeling forwards. She hit the ground head first and saw stars. Strong hands were now pinning her down in the mud, wrestling her wrists from under her. She had to do something!

Using the last ounce of strength that she had, Charlotte lashed back at her attacker. Her knuckles slammed against a smooth jaw and, making the most of her attacker's surprise, she stumbled to her feet and began to run. Brambles tore at her bare legs as she hurtled through the fields and back towards the city. It was over an hour before she even dared to slow down and look back. When she did, she realised that she'd made it. Not another soul was in sight.

Leaving Berlin was now her only option. It had been interesting, it had been exciting, but now the adventure was over. There were plenty of other places she could go – France, the Netherlands, or even a low-risk desk job back in England should the mood take her. Charlotte wiped the mud from her face with the back of her hand, but felt far from satisfied. Apart from anything else, she had no idea where she was – only that it was far from the neighbourhood through which she'd passed earlier. 

As she made her way to a lonely tram stop, Charlotte tried to reason her way through the events. There was no way she'd been followed. If that were the case she would have been stopped and arrested before she'd even set the timer. No, Charlotte had been caught by chance - probably an off-duty SS officer who just happened to be taking a walk in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was unlucky, but far stranger things had happened. For the time being, however, she was reasonably safe. Eventually she'd need to get out, but it was pointless trying for at least another night or two. When news of this reached the authorities there was bound to be heightened security at all the main routes leading out of the city. Whichever way Charlotte looked at it, it made sense to stay – not least because of her sudden interest in her neighbour.

By the time she got back, it was already beginning to get dark. Charlotte glanced at her watch. It was nearly five and the day had all but evaporated. She felt a pang of guilt as she passed her neighbour's door, but had no intention of knocking on it until she'd tidied herself up. As soon as she was in her apartment Charlotte headed straight for the bathroom. She needed a long hot soak to wash away her stressful day and lay in the steaming tub for well over an hour. Her entire body ached. Her shoulders were tense, her back sore and her head pounding with a dull ache. Suddenly remembering her fall, she put a hand to her forehead and swore as a drop of blood appeared on her fingertips.

"Shit!"

She pulled the plug, rose to her feet and leaned forward to wipe condensation from the mirror. Slowly, her face came into focus and she caught sight of a small gash that ran for about an inch above her eyebrow. The whole area around it was bruised and swollen to the point where it couldn't be concealed by her hair. She dabbed a little foundation around the edges, but no matter how hard she tried there could be no hiding the fact that she'd met with some kind of mishap. She leapt, startled as there was a sudden knock at the door.

"Charlotte? Hello? It's Gabriele."

Shit again. She heard the front door open and close. Her neighbour had let herself in and was now advancing towards the bathroom.

"Are you in there?"

"Yes..." muttered Charlotte, throwing a small towel around her and racking her brains for a way out of the situation.

"Had you forgotten about our date?"

It was an odd way to describe their afternoon meeting, but Charlotte was too flustered to even notice.

"No, Gabi. I've just been at the hospital all day. Need to get a change of clothes, then I promise I'll be with you."

Silence.

"You sound stressed, Charlotte. Is everything ok?"

Charlotte hesitated. She was bound to notice sooner or later.

"Well, not really. I slipped while I was in the shower and hit my head. I think I'll be ok, but..." she opened the bathroom door and poked her head outside, "As you can see, it's left quite a mark."

Gabi's eyes widened. She'd never been one to show her emotions openly, but on this occasion she had no control of the matter.

"Charlotte!" she gasped, "You must sit down immediately! That is really terrible!"

Weakening from the sympathy, Charlotte allowed herself to be guided to one of the armchairs. 

"You look as white as a ghost. Please, let me fetch you some brandy. I insist."

Gabriele Westerfeld left and then returned, brandishing a bottle of vintage Armagnac. It was hardly something that an average Berliner would have in her kitchen, but Charlotte was too overwhelmed by the occasion to ask questions. She accepted a generous measure and sipped at it slowly, the fiery liquid setting her throat ablaze as it slipped down. 

"Better?" Gabi asked with an expression of real concern.

"It's been a tiring day," replied Charlotte after a lengthy pause. 

"I can imagine," observed the blonde with the faintest hint of irony, "You really should do something to get the swelling down, though... Here, allow me..."

She disappeared into the bathroom and returned seconds later with a face cloth soaked with cold water. Charlotte reached out to accept it, but Gabi made no move to hand it over, instead positioning herself on the arm of the chair and taking on the task herself. She was surprisingly gentle. Charlotte had never seen her as the nurturing type, but as Gabi dabbed lightly at the corners of the wound, she felt her breathing becoming deeper and the tension draining from her muscles.

"You should really make more time for yourself, schatz..." whispered Gabi, noticing the thin lines of exhaustion around Charlotte's eyes "You work all day, work all night. When do you get time to relax?"

Charlotte stared at the floor. Having lived on the edge for so long, sympathy was the last thing she needed. Any more of it and she knew she'd crumble.

"Just sit quietly for a second."

The damp cloth was placed on a nearby table, and Gabriele's hands suddenly slid onto her shoulders. Charlotte shivered. They felt good – firm and completely in control of the proceedings.

Soon she began a deep massage, stroking and squeezing Charlotte's shoulder muscles until her entire body became limp.

"There... That's better. Just breathe deeply and enjoy the feeling... Good..."

Charlotte could feel Gabi's breath on her cheek and closed her eyes as the words washed around her. The more she relaxed the looser the towel became around her chest. It was beginning to slide down, bit by bit exposing the dark crease of her cleavage. She reached up to pull it back into place, but Gabriele caught her hand.

"Shhhh... Just relax and go with it."

Charlotte's hand fell back onto her lap while Gabi resumed her massage, her long, expert fingers reaching lower over Charlotte's chest.

After what seemed like an age of gentle stroking, Charlotte suddenly found her neighbour's face just millimetres from her own. 

"Would you let me give you a proper massage?"

Charlotte could hardly believe her ears, but found herself nodding her head, powerless under her neighbour's touch.

"Good... then why don't we move somewhere a little more comfortable. The bedroom perhaps?"

Charlotte rose to her feet and as she did so, noticed a dark bruise along Gabi's jaw line. She wanted to ask and show the same degree of concern and compassion that her neighbour had shown her, but was too deep in her trance to find the words. Her legs felt weak from the miles of running, but there was something else that was making them weaker still. It was the same something else that was causing her pussy muscles to tighten and clit to throb in inexplicable desire. 

When they reached the darkened bedroom, Charlotte stood uncertainly by the bed, not knowing quite what to do. It was a complete and utter reversal of roles. Usually she was the seductress – the strong, sexual woman enjoying her lover melt before her. She was always the instigator. She called the shots and let the events unfold at her pace. Never the other way round – until now.

Gabi appeared in the doorway, blocking out the light in the hallway as she looked Charlotte up and down.

"Well, well, well, Frau Schlûssmeyer," she began, a faint smile on her face, "I never had you down as being shy."

Charlotte blushed a deep pink.

"I could work around the towel if you really wanted..."

But it wasn't what Charlotte wanted. Never one to be beaten or to lose a dare, she untangled the top of the towel and let it drop to her feet. 

Gabi didn't as much as blink.

Giving up on any kind of reaction, Charlotte got onto the bed and settled onto her stomach. She waited for her visitor to make her way over, but Gabi simply stood there watching intently. The silence seemed to stretch out for an eternity until she heard slow footsteps and felt a weight on the bed next to her. Gabriele began slowly, brushing Charlotte's hair to one side until the back of her neck was exposed. She placed her hands along it gently and began a slow massage that had Charlotte in quiet ecstasy.

"Does that feel good?" she whispered.

"Wonderful... absolutely wonderful..."

And it did. Charlotte was losing herself by the second to this strong German woman. When Gabi's hands slid once more onto her shoulders, Charlotte began to drift off.

"Do you know, there's something I've been meaning to say since last night –"

Charlotte came back down to earth slowly. 

"What?"

"Just that maybe you should take a little more care when it comes to the storage of your reading material. You never know who might turn up on your doorstep."

Charlotte became tense, but the deep rhythmic massage continued. So Gabriele Westerfeld had noticed the magazine that had fallen onto the floor. Paranoia soon began to gnaw at her. What else had this woman noticed? She'd already commented on the late nights.

"It's OK. I have no problem with it," she continued, "No problem at all. But I know of many people who would..."

Charlotte braced herself for what was going to come next.

"To be honest with you, the fact that you had it at all suggests that you're probably mixing with the wrong kind of people – and I'm not even an expert in these matters, just the girl next door." 

The girl next door – what a misnomer. Gabriele Westerfeld was anything but ordinary and an inner turmoil raged inside Charlotte, desire and caution pulling her in opposite directions. As Gabi searched out the tense muscles of her lower back, Charlotte found herself surrendering to the situation. So her neighbour had discovered she was a lesbian – so what? If it had bothered her, she would have tipped off the SS a long time ago. She was home, but not exactly dry as Gabriele's hands slid further down her back.

When she reached Charlotte's waist, Gabi moved to the end of the bed and took hold of one of her feet. She took her time in massaging each toe, kneading deep into the sole of Charlotte's foot and then higher up her leg. When Charlotte's calf muscles became putty in her hands, she moved up higher still. Charlotte closed her eyes and allowed her neighbour to do as she pleased. 

The fingers snaked their way upwards with agonising slowness, brushing softly against the sensitive inside of Charlotte's thigh. Gabi knew exactly what she was doing – of that, there could be no mistake. When she reached the top, however, less than an inch from Charlotte's burning pussy, she stopped.

"Of course, I noticed there was something unusual about you from the day you moved in..."

Charlotte was given barely any time to respond to this as Gabi's hand descended to her other foot. It was relaxing, for sure – but from the beginning there had been something about this woman's touch and her behaviour in general that suggested she had been planning the moment for quite some time.

"You're a very beautiful woman," she continued, her hands sliding up over Charlotte's calf, "And you make friends easily. But no boyfriends... no gentleman-callers. If it weren't for the moans I hear late into the night, I'd think that you had no sexual urges at all."

Gabi was working faster, almost as though her fingers couldn't wait to reach the place they'd been just a couple of minutes ago. A thin trickle of moisture escaped from Charlotte's pussy, glistening as it ran down the top of her thigh. Gabi's fingers were close behind it. She separated her hands so that one was on each of Charlotte's thighs, then inched them up slowly until they were nestled under the firm cheeks of her buttocks. She pressed her thumbs in and then pulled them apart so that Charlotte's pussy stretched open. Charlotte gave a low moan.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you, you filthy whore!" Gabriele kept her fingers in place, squeezing in with her nails so that the pain forced the woman in front of her to spread her legs wider.

"A horny lesbian bitch," she continued, the malice growing in her voice, "Living right on my doorstep. Right next door to me! Right under my nose! How brazen can you be? But I forget – brazen is your style, isn't it, Charlotte Cavendish?" 

Charlotte leapt, but the grip on her legs was unrelenting. The more she struggled the less she found herself able to as the thumbs suddenly found her soft outer lips and began stroking her into submission. Charlotte felt another wave of wetness escape from her pussy. There was no way that Gabi could fail to notice it. It was probably flowing over her thumbs, inviting them to slide deep inside her and give her the hard fucking that she needed. 

The teasing might have gone on a lot longer had it not been for the wail that suddenly shattered the Sunday peace. The air raid siren. Both women froze. It could have been a false alarm, but in light of the rumours that had been circulating for the past few weeks, it seemed highly unlikely. This was it. Berlin was about to be blitzed and Charlotte had no way of escape. 

On the street below, there was chaos. Mothers running with screaming babies, pensioners being ushered out of their homes with little ceremony, cars honking their way through the bedlam, and a lone blackout warden fighting a losing battle. Soon the drone of aircraft became audible. There must have been hundreds swooping down towards the Reich capital with their deadly cargo. Lights flashed in the distance and the staccato rattle of anti-aircraft fire pierced the sky.

"We need to get out!" began Charlotte, taking advantage of her captor's astonishment to escape from the bed. She pulled on a pair of slacks and snatched at a nearby blouse. Gabi was unfazed. 

"And where do you propose to run, English slut? Do you really think I've kept this information to myself? There are photos of you circulating every shelter and every check point in Berlin."

Charlotte's body was still reeling from her neighbour's touch, but her head was issuing different orders. All this time, she'd been living next door to a Gestapo officer, and a highly trained one at that. Her cover had been blown and if the bombs didn't kill her then the authorities certainly would. Charlotte had nothing to lose because she'd lost it already. She felt beaten and as always the feeling was accompanied by a flash of recklessness. 

She looked over at Gabi and advanced slowly. Gabi didn't move. Neither did she move when Charlotte's face was almost touching hers. They looked into each other's eyes and a million words passed unspoken between them. Gently their lips touched. What came of it was a kiss that shook both of their foundations. It was slow, it was seductive and while it took place time stood still. 

Both women were brought back down to earth by a loud rumble that caused the floor to shake and a shower of plaster to pour down from the ceiling. 

"You're right," said Gabi, clutching at the bed frame to keep her balance, "We need to leave!"

They left the apartment and hared down the stairwell. Through small tears in the blackout curtains they could see the fires raging in the city, and still the bombs rained down. There was a deafening boom in the street outside, which threw both women off their feet. Another shower of dust as large cracks appeared in the walls. The building began to groan. 

"Come on! The basement!"

Charlotte dragged Gabi up by the hand and they made their way down the final flight of stairs, hurling themselves through the small door at the bottom. Suddenly everything was pitch-black, and it was several seconds before their eyes grew accustomed to the light. Although the bombing hadn't stopped, it seemed to be taking place further away now towards the Lichtenburg district. The seconds ticked by as their breathing slowed down. After a while, Gabi broke the silence.

"Why did you stop to help me back there? I'm your enemy, if you haven't forgotten."

"For the same reason I kissed you – and the same reason you gave me that massage," replied Charlotte, looked the woman directly in the eye,

"Which is?" Gabi's voice had become husky. She knew exactly what it was, but she needed to hear it.

"Because we're just two women caught on opposite sides of the fence. If things were different..." Charlotte's voice trailed off. She didn't want to say the words.

"I want them to be different – here, in this room right now."

Gabi suddenly threw her arms around Charlotte, finding her lips in an instant. There was hunger in the kiss as their tongues collided and twisted against each other over and over again until the two women became lost in each other.

It wasn't long before Charlotte's hands descended on her neighbour's breasts. It was hard to feel all that much through the restrictive corselet, but the growing firmness of Gabi's nipples was unmistakable. Now taking the weight of both breasts in her hands, Charlotte began squeezing gently, grazing her thumbs across Gabi's nipples and enjoying the forbidden sensation. 




The Girl Next Door



Suddenly having enough of the restrictions of clothing, Charlotte reached down to the hemline of the blonde's dress and began pulling it up slowly, marveling at each new millimeter of skin that was revealed. Gabriele Westerfeld had a body to die for. When the dress had been rolled to an obscene position somewhere around her waist, Gabi took over, lifting it over her head and throwing it to one side. 

"Now you..." she whispered, her breathing slightly ragged, "I want you as you were before."

Charlotte began unbuttoning her blouse, but was simply too slow for her neighbour. Pushing Charlotte's hands out of the way, Gabi caught hold of the garment and ripped it down the centre, sending buttons flying like confetti to the ground. Her lips were upon Charlotte's nipples in an instant, kissing, sucking, licking and devouring until the reckless British agent felt that she'd pass out from pleasure.

For a few moments, she simply held Gabi's head to her breasts, willing the blonde to keep working her spell and drive her into a slow deep orgasm with her tongue. But Charlotte wasn't one to be submissive for long. Gabi's corselet was beginning to annoy her. She wanted to be touching that beautiful body before her and enjoying it with no restriction. Daunted but far from beaten, Charlotte reached behind Gabi's back and began untying the stubborn fastenings.

As though prompted by her neighbour's boldness, Gabi caught hold of the waistband of Charlotte's trousers and pulled them down. Now naked, both women stopped and admired one another. Without saying a word, Charlotte reached forwards once again to take one of Gabi's breasts. Her lips wrapped themselves around the dusky nipples breathing another sigh as she did so. This was what she'd wanted to do from the moment she set eyes on her neighbour's ample chest, and the sensation was more than living up to her expectations.

After a short while Gabi's fingers came to rest on Charlotte's head, but instead of drawing her in closer, they started to force her head down. Slowly but surely, Charlotte sank to her knees, allowing her tongue to trail its way down over the blonde's creamy skin. She paused for a moment on Gabi's navel, allowing her tongue to sink into the small groove. It was blindingly obvious where this one was going, and both women knew it would only be a matter of time before Charlotte's tongue was buried in a much sweeter place.

Charlotte had eaten out women before. In fact, she liked to think of it as her pastime. But never in her life had she eaten pussy with this degree of intensity or lust. What made it all the more pleasurable was that Gabriele Westerfeld shaved her pussy bald. As Charlotte glanced down she was able to see the outline of her engorged lips, slightly larger than average and more tempting than any she'd ever seen. She dipped her tongue between them and withdrew it just as quickly. It was a tease. She knew her neighbour was on the edge and wanted to make the moment last as long as possible. She slid her tongue in again, and this time Gabi moaned loudly. Charlotte was amazed at how wet the woman had become. Hungry for more of the sensuous juices, she began to lick along the centre of Gabi's slit, allowing her tongue to go everywhere apart from the one place her lover desired it most.

"Please... Charlotte..."

Gabi's voice was beginning to falter. Charlotte drew back again and then plunged her tongue deep inside. The force of it caused Gabi to take a step back and Charlotte delighted in the fact that her neighbour's pussy was now open even wider. She thrust her tongue in again, this time allowing to linger inside the softness of Gabi's pussy, drinking in her wetness and the musky smell of arousal that was all around her. As she glanced up, she saw Gabi looking down at her, watching in shock as her cunt was being invaded by an expert tongue.

Slowly, Charlotte withdrew, allowing only the tip of her tongue to stay in contact. She couldn't get enough of the sweetness that was coating her lips. She needed more and that was precisely what she was going to get. Moving her hands between Gabi's legs, Charlotte caught hold of her lips and spread them apart. She held them in that position for a while, teasing her neighbour by blowing lightly against her clit and watching it throb.

Until this point Gabi's hands had been resting limply on Charlotte's head, but as her desire grew she began drawing the girl in to her, desperate to find her release. She found it the second Charlotte's lips clamped around her clit. True to form, Charlotte sucked her to one orgasm after another, her tongue moving wildly over the swollen nub until it felt like the woman would collapse. Repositioning her hands to stabilise her partner, Charlotte then drove her tongue with force deep into the entrance of her neighbour's pussy. Gabi's back arched as her body was wracked by a final earth-shattering orgasm. Her juices flowed past Charlotte tongue directly into her mouth. Charlotte was in seventh heaven.

"Enough!"

Gabi's entire body was trembling as she pushed Charlotte's head away. Charlotte rose unsteadily to her feet, expecting to see her lover burst into tears or at least fall into her arms, but although ruffled Gabriele Westerfeld was composed as always, weighing up the situation and plotting her next move.

"Lean over the table," she ordered, wiping the sweat from her brow. Charlotte was about to question her. Everything down here was filthy and covered in decades of dust and grime. But one stern look from the blonde was all that was necessary to make her comply.

The table was old and littered with unwanted furnishings – a mouldy lamp cover, some old newspapers, a bicycle wheel and even a couple of mottled feather boas left over from the roaring twenties. Charlotte swept them off the table and leaned over it, feeling more than a little apprehensive of what was to come. It was perfectly justified. No sooner had Gabi noticed the boas, they were tied firmly around Charlotte's wrists and secure to the furthest legs of the table. In this position, Charlotte was completely sprawled out over the wooden trestles, her feet barely touching the floor on the opposite side. Gabriele moved close to her again.

"You eat pussy superbly," she commented, running her tongue down the side of Charlotte's neck, "But now it's your turn."

She vanished from Charlotte's line of vision, leaving the Brit with a stomach full of butterflies. No one had ever just taken her like this before and as the seconds ticked by, Charlotte's heart began to pound. She felt a sharp kick to her ankle and instinctively moved her leg out further. Another kick to the other ankle, and she was left with her legs spread wide. A cool hand suddenly made contact with her butt, stroking it gently, but when Charlotte made an effort to look behind her, it cracked down hard on her tender skin. Charlotte gave a cry of alarm.

"Please don't struggle, schatz," said Gabi in a dangerously measured tone, "I tied you up for a reason and I want you to keep looking forwards."

Charlotte bit her lip and stuck out her jaw in determination. It was an obscene position. Her cunt was completely on display for this woman, but in a perverse way she found herself actually enjoying the humiliation.

Soon Charlotte felt warm skin and flesh pressing up against her. Gabi had moved so close that her pussy was resting up against the moaning brunette's ass. Charlotte could feel everything from the slick juices rubbing against her skin to the pulsating clit that was still hungry for more. Gabi shifted her position a little, placing her hands around Charlotte's hips for extra support and then grinding hard against her astonished lover. Charlotte almost stopped breathing. What Gabi was doing broke all her beliefs about lesbian love. Until now, it had been synonymous with consensual giving and receiving and the warmth that two women got from it. At this moment in time, however, Gabriele Westerfeld seemed to be using Charlotte's body for her own personal pleasure. What made it all the more surprising was that Charlotte was enjoying every second of it.

As Gabi found her rhythm, Charlotte became aware that the hands were moving lower down her stomach. Soon, one outstretched finger had worked its way between her swollen lips and found her clit. She gasped as the finger began a slow circling motion. After a while, the finger was joined by two more – this time at the entrance of her pussy. They lingered for a split second before plunging deep inside her all the way up to the knuckle. Charlotte's cries were answered only the insertion of a third finger, then a fourth. She felt stretched to her limits, but could do nothing but submit to the feelings of bliss coming from between her legs. Gabriele's cunt was still jammed against her ass and beginning to release a slow stream of wetness that was now trickling down Charlotte's thighs. With the fingers pumping inside her and steady massaging of her clit, she was approaching an orgasm far deeper and stronger than she had ever experienced before.

"Cum for me!" ordered Gabriele, her voice tight from the strain of holding in her own orgasm, "I want you to cum all over my fingers so that I can taste you when I lick them."

Charlotte's pussy began to spasm.

"Oh yes! I want to feel your orgasm exploding inside you, and I'm not going to stop fucking that horny little cunt of yours until you're spent. I want every last drop of your cum..."

Charlotte didn't hear the rest. As wave after wave of orgasm swept through her body, vivid colours began to flash in front of her eyes. Her body rose and fell, and rose and fell so many times that she lost count. Her cries of ecstasy were joined by Gabi's as another flood of wetness came gushing over her ass.

When there are opened her eyes, her wrists had been untied and she was lying peacefully across the table. A few more seconds as her eyes became accustomed to the light once more. The room seemed to be empty – at least at first glance.

"The bombing is over."

Charlotte turned around and saw Gabi sitting on the floor behind her, her dress pulled loosely over her head once more, but the corselet abandoned. Charlotte moved stiffly off the table and faced her.

"That was magnificent, schatz..." whispered Gabi in a voice that sounded as though it wanted to say a lot more.

"Yes... it was." Charlotte was usually good with words, but for the first time in her life could think of nothing to say. It would have been the relationship made in heaven under any other circumstances, but for now both the time and setting were wrong, "What now?"

"There is no photo," stated Gabi after an awkward silence, "There never was a photo or a warrant. You'd given me the slip once when you punched me in the jaw – I wanted to make sure that you wouldn't do it again."

Charlotte stared at the ground.

"Your best bet is to leave now while the city's infrastructure is in chaos. Now is your best chance, Charlotte. Leave while you still can."

Feeling unusually emotional, Charlotte put on her clothes quickly and avoided all eye-contact with the German. Gabriele was right – staying in a city under siege would have been madness, but it still didn't make her decision any the easier.

"So that's that..." began Charlotte as soon as she was dressed. Gabi stared directly back at her, a sudden softness to her eyes. Further words unnecessary, the women found themselves kissing once again. It was gentle and had a loving quality that deserved so much more of an opportunity than it had been given. It lasted an age, and when Gabi drew back, Charlotte kept her eyes closed for several seconds.

"If you ever come to Berlin again," came a whisper in her ear, "Make sure you find me."

And with that, she was gone. 

Charlotte surfaced to a scene of utter destruction. Most of the Kurfûrstendamm had been flattened and was surrounded by a halo of firelight and smoke. Like most of the other buildings in the street, her apartment was uninhabitable. If ever there was a good time to be leaving the city it was now. She took one last look back before starting her journey – enough for her to salvage some hope from the rubble and pray that one day she'd relive her adventures with the girl next door.



The Girl Next Door



Authors' note: This is a writing and role-playing exercise between me and fellow Literotica author Honey123. It's a bit of an experiment to post this as-is with the shifting perspective, but we think it turned out well. Hope you like it. 

/Liar and Honey

* * * * * 

I hear your soft footsteps on the floor behind me. There is no need to turn around. I know who it is. I can't explain it... You could be standing still in a corner, holding your breath, and I'd still know you're there. I smile to myself, and pretend to concentrate on the spreadsheets and documents on my computer. But in reality, I see the silhouette of your shape approaching in the reflection from the screen.

Quiet, as slowly as you can, you sneak up on me. I takes willpower to not just turn around and meet you, but I know that the longer I prolong this, the better it will be. Besides, you think you have the upper hand. If that makes you happy, I gladly play along.

You are close now, so close that I could reach back and touch your skin. I can feel your breath caress the back of my head. Any time now...

* * * 

I wrap my arms around you and kiss the base of your neck. As I press my body against your back, I run my hands down along your chest slipping a finger under your unbuttoned shirt, feeling your soft skin and chest hair. I use my tongue and lick the outer rim of your ear and whisper, "You're not doing anything important, are you?"

You turn in my arms and I slide my hands over your chest, my fingernails coming in contact with your back instantly making you arch your back bringing your chest closer to me.

I hear your exhale of breath as you realise that I am naked.  My nipples are hard against your skin, our hips touch, my thigh moves between yours and you feel my pubic hair against you.  Your hands caress my back, moving down my spine as you grip my hips pulling me closer. 

Our noses touch each others as we smile.  I arch my neck and you plant tiny wet kisses along my neck down my collarbone and to hollow of my throat.

* * *

I let the tip of my tongue travel slowly, softly back up your throat, up to your chin and as you tilt your head back to meet my eyes, my tongue brush lightly over your lower lip. 

You lean forward in my arms and press your breasts against my torso, and my hands moves to slide down the side of your thighs. You do nothing else for now, just breathe sweet gasps into my face, and let your eyes dart back and forward between mine with a mischievous gleam in those dark pupils.

When I let my hands encircle your legs and wander back up the back of your thighs to finally grip you buttocks, you let out a soft giggle and bend your knees slightly, to slide your entire body against mine. The sensation of your soft skin and your nipples rubbing against me makes the world swirl around me, and when finally...finally...your lips meet mine in an ever so soft and tender kiss, the room around us melt away into oblivion...

* * * 

You walk me backwards as our kiss deepens.  I am stopped by the cold wallpapered wall of your bedroom, which sends chills up my spine and makes me gasp. My body stiffens for just a slight moment until your hands continue their exploration of my body. I then melt into you, wanting to feel your lips upon my skin.  Your hand lifts my leg and I wrap it around your waist.  You caress my thigh from my buttocks to my knee, then you pull me closer.  I can feel your body against mine, your mouth on my neck, the way you nibble at my skin.

I want you in the worst way, but I don't want this to stop.  I want to feel you on me, in me...

* * * 

The taste...that heavenly taste of your skin on my lips and tongue as I taste, kiss, lick, nibble, suck at your neck, your throat, shoulders, and your heaving, panting bosom. My hand caress the hollow of your knee and I hear a mew of delight from you, as well as feel it vibrating on my lips exploring the hollow of the throat.

Your hands have roamed down from my back and are urgently tugging at the loosely hanging fabric of my open shirt, easily pulling it off my shoulders. I let go of your leg and hip to shake it off my arms and toss it aside. Still kissing the skin on your neck, I start to fumble with my belt buckle.

"No...wait," you murmur softly, and take my face in your hands, gently nudging me back from you. "Let me take care of that."

* * * 

I place a soft, breathtaking kiss on your lips leaving them wet and gently bitten and trail a line down your chest kissing your skin, nibbling you, teasing your nipples.  My hands slide down the sides of your torso, my fingernails leaving tiny red lines where my nails gently scratch your skin.

I work my way down your abdomen, playing with your belly button, licking it with my tongue as I feel your member rubbing impatiently against my chin.  I smile and slowly lick its head, swirling my tongue around it. 

"Not yet," I whisper on the soft slick skin and nuzzle my head into the sides of your pelvis area, becoming intoxicated by your scent.  I hear you moan and gently nip you as you entangle your fingers into my hair pressing my face closer.

* * * 

I can feel the occasional teasing touch on my shaft, a wisp of hair and a nudge by a cheek that sends jolts of distilled pleasure from the head of my shaft directly up my spine. But you know your thing, how to drive me insane with need, how to stay just that little bit out of touch and perfectly in control.

I close my eyes and give in to the wonderful torture. My hands rests in your hair and on your shoulder, and your lips are everywhere but right there, right where I know they soon will be. Patience...patience... Kissing and nibbling at the sensitive spin around my member you make yearn like never before, making me ready for you.

It may be you who kneel before me, but make no mistake. We both know who is the goddess and who is the worshipper here.

And just when I feel like I'm about to lose all self control, I feel it. Your warm, wet lips touch the tip of my aching cock, and form a heavenly opening, sliding the knob softly inside...and beyond.

* * * 

As I take you into my mouth, my tongue presses flat against your shaft allowing me to bring you deep into my throat.  As I bring you back out again, my tongue twirls the shaft and then around the head and enclose your hard cock.  The tip of my tongue plays with the hole at the tip, tasting and licking the pre-cum that has formed there. 

My hand caresses your sack as my wet salived finger slides along the taint to your anus. My other hand holds your shaft in place as my lips and tongue play along it , enjoying you, tasting you. I slide my finger down and caress the puckered hole feeling your body tense and then relax, allowing my entrance.  My finger slides in and out as I simultaneously bring your shaft deep into my mouth, then back out slowly.  My lips slide along the ridge, nibbling, sucking. 

I use my tongue to work it way back up so I can lick the swollen head.  As I proceed downward, I use my teeth to gently scrap, oh so gently, just teasing you enough, making you wonder, making you suck in your breath.

Again, I bring your hard cock out and lick the ridge along the shaft, feeling it press against my cheek and I bring it between my jaw and shoulder, perhaps in a hug, a squeeze, loving the way it feels upon my skin.  I lift myself up, just a bit, rubbing the shaft along my breasts, allowing me to kiss your stomach, licking it.  As I come back down, I kiss the sides of your body, working my way to your back ever so slowly.  Taking you all in, enjoying your taste, your softness, your scent.

I rub my breasts along your ass, letting you feel my hard nipples as I nibble upon you.  My hand reaches around and encircles your cock as my tongue licks between your ass, then up again, nipping your cheek.  I hear your intake of breath and laugh.  I use my  hand to caress between there as I move my other up and down your shaft.  I blow on your skin, revelling in the fact that goose bumps have formed on your soft skin.

* * *

My senses seek out the slender body pressed up against my ass and lower back, hair tickling the skin of my cheeks and your warm breath sending shivers form the end of the back and up my spine. I let my fingers trace the slowly motioning arm with a hand wrapped around my cock. I follow it around my side to your shoulder. I place my other hand in the same fashion, and sink to my knees in front of you. Your chest slides along my back and I feel two hard nipples teasing an invisible trail up my back.

My hands come around my back to slide down your sides, passing the sides of your breasts, your ribs, waist and hips, until once again settling in that soft, smooth junction where the back of your thighs meet your ass. The teasing teeth just seconds ago on my buttocks have not stopped their playful nibbling and grazing, but is now assaulting my neck.

And still...that hand...pumping my cock like nothing had changed. Now your other hand slides around my waist to hug me close, pushing your body tight against mine. I can feel your breasts pressed against my back, and your soft, pubic patch against my ass. You playfully tug at my cock a little extra, causing me to groan in pleasure.

"You like that?" you whisper close to my ear.

I respond by reaching up with one hand to caress your neck and let my fingers slide through your hair, while the other slips back, in between your ass cheeks. A finger rubs your anus for a while, before letting go, tracing it's palm around your hips, and in between us, gently sliding over your warm pussy.

Your excited breath next to my ear becomes a  soft whimper, then a mewing moan, as I nudge those lips open and sense the wetness at my fingertip.

* * * 

I pause momentarily to enjoy how your finger is stroking me and moan as it enters the hot, moist area between my thighs.  I delight as your fingers slide along the shaven lips, teasing me, fondling them. Then slipping inside and twirling in the wetness that has formed.  I push down onto your finger and begin to move my hips slowly up and down, then back and forth, joining you in your exploration of my pussy.  I moan again as your finger teases me, almost achingly punishing me.  I pause in the stroking of your cock, bringing my thumb up to capture the pre-cum then slide my hand down the shaft cupping your sack, massaging it, fondling the pubic hair.

Your hand gently, teasingly tugs at a strand of my hair then cups my cheek.  As your thumb parts my lips, I instinctively search for it with my tongue licking the length of it, then gently nip it with my teeth.  I hear you moan and as my tongue flicks along the palm of your hand.

You turn slowly and kneel down before me placing your hands on either side of the floor, forcing me to lay down under you, and part my thighs with your knees.  I look up at you, my eyes flash with excitement and lust.  I smile up at you and grab the sides of your head bringing your face towards mine then hold you back just before our lips meet.  I then whisper onto those soft, wet lips, "Fuck me." 

Closing my eyes, I feel your lips part against them in a smile and I resist the temptation to do the same.  I mean what I said to you. I want you to fuck me and fuck me hard.  No playing, no teasing.  That will come later.  Right now, I have an urgency for your body to fill me.  Every inch of my skin is aching for you to make me yours.

* * *

I look down into your face and closed lids just an inch away, a small frown on your brow, your lips mouthing an echo of what you just said. You say nothing more than those two words, but your whole being screams out the same message over and over.

I hear my own libido shout the same orders at me... fuck her...take her... claim her now. Your body below me is on fire, and so is mine, my cock drawn to that warm wet slit like a magnet. I want so much to give in, to push, to plunge myself deep inside of you. But still for a few more seconds I wait, and watch in delight how you squirm in anticipation below me.

I blow a soft, teasing stream of air across your face, and your delightfully frustrated reaction makes me unable to hold back a soft chuckle. I let my cock down to slide along your parted pussy lips. A sharp intake of breath and your head arched back tells more than words what you feel. What I feel when my shaft comes in first contact with that soft, hot, welcoming haven is something I couldn't even begin to describe. 

One by one I take your hands and place them locked in mine above your head. Resting on my elbows right above your face, I can see every twitch in nuance of it's expressions. But I want more.

"Open your eyes," I whisper and watch you blink in surprise. "Watch mine. I want you to look at me."

Your lust filled eyes find mine and we lie perfectly still for a couple of breathless seconds. I raise my hips slightly, and the tip of my cock finds your awaiting hole.  My eyes never leave yours...

...and I push my cock fully inside of you in one long, deep thrust.

* * *

My eyes flash with excitement as you capture my hands above my head.  "Yessss!" I moan, each syllable coming out softly, slowly. 

I watch you with veiled eyes, my breathing raising my chest towards yours. Our hot, slick skin touching, melting into one.  As I feel you push deep into my I resist the urge to close my eyes, they flutter momentarily and I see you smile through my lashes.  I bite my lip as you thrust again, harder this time.  I raise my hips and wrap my legs around your waist, locking my ankles behind your back.  With my legs, I push you down as I lift myself up, your sack slaps against my ass, your hair tickling me.

"Oh!" I moan again.  "You feel incredible!" I whisper to you. 

You just nod, not saying a word, just look into my eyes. Unable to take it anymore, I release my hand and roll you over onto your back.  Your surprised look makes me laugh and I capture your hands this time above your head bringing my face to yours.  My breasts flatten against your chest as I try desperately to keep your hard cock inside of me.  You bend your knees and tilt yourself up thrusting once...twice.  My body contracts, squeezing you.  I place a kiss at the tip of your nose and then sit up so quickly that your cock pushes deeper in my pussy.  I straddle your hips using my thighs to move up and down.  I smile as you watch me slide my hands up my sides, across my abdomen.  My  hands slowly moves up caressing my breasts, my thumbs running over my nipples, hardening them.  I bring a hand up and lick two of my fingers, my smile widens as you watch me anticipating what I am going to do.  I trail my finger down and then dip it into my pussy, massaging my clit while one hand caresses my breasts.

* * *

I just lie there, matching your rocking motion with small thrusts of my own. My hands roam up and down your thighs, and my eyes drink the luscious sight of your body in full wanton display. A slight sheen of sweat is reflecting the overhead light on your shoulders, stands of hair sticks to your throat. I follow those hands of yours as they switch between clit, pussy lips and nipples. It so mesmerizing, so totally hypnotizing, the glow in your gasping smile, the fire in your eyes, and the lust radiating from your rocking body. All this combined with the tight squeezing slippery pussy devouring my cock over and over is sending my mind to dimensions I didn't even knew existed. The universe is you, me and that fiery hot connection between us.

I raise one hand to cup your breast, squeezing mildly. I hear you giggle, and you grip my hand, motioning me to put more effort into it, to not be so shy and careful.

"Come on..." you hiss. "I won't break."

I start massaging your breast, rolling and pinching the hard nipple between my fingers. You groan in appreciation, and turn your own attention to your clit again.

Careful to not let you lose the pace, I reach back with my other hand and raise myself into a sitting position. My face comes in direct level with your chest, and my mouth finds a delicious nipple, just waiting to be embraced by lips, tongue and teeth.

But before I can lean forward and taste that wonderful treat, something else touches my lips, and a familiar scent fills my nostrils. You slip two fingers, coated with your juices into my mouth, and I suck at them greedily, savouring that sweet, salty flavor as if it was the elixir of life. The taste sends my soul spinning, everything else blanks out for a second, as I lose myself in that short magic moment.

* * *

Chills surge throughout my body as your tongue licks my fingers.  You use your teeth to graze the skin, sliding your lips and tongue up each digit, teasing the soft skin between.

I lean forward and search for your tongue with mine, licking it along the length.  A gasp escapes my mouth as your hands pull my hips in more, effortlessly lifting me up and then down as I bring my hips into you, feeling your body move inside of me.

If at all possible, I feel myself getting wetter, the sticky substance allowing you to slide in and out of me faster and deeper.  I cradle your face in my hands and pull you close.  Our kiss deepening as our tongues explore each others, pausing once in a while to relish in the exquisite sensations your are creating within my body.

I wiggle in delight as your hands travel to my ass, teasing me, sliding up, going lower and stopping.  I jut my ass out, waiting.  We pause in our lovemaking for what seems likes minutes, but in reality is only seconds, as you push your finger inside me, thrusting your hips forward making me gasp in pleasure.

"Oh, yes!" I whisper, "Yes!"  over and over.

I moan as I thrust forward and back again, rubbing my clit against your rigid shaft. 

"Yes." You answer to an unspoken question as you continue your assault upon my body, pushing, kissing, licking.

The noises our bodies are making, the feel of your unshaved face on my skin, your hands, your body, your lips!  My mind and senses are reeling.  I feel your hard cock throbbing inside of me as I contract my muscles, keeping you there, squeezing you.

Our lips meet again, our tongues searching, exploring, tasting.

I am melting into you.  My body surrendering.

* * * 

I suck your tongue into my mouth for one last swirl, then push my finger deeper inside of you, and place a hand on your chest, gently guiding you backwards. You arch your back away from me, and I greedily lower my face to those inviting nipples. Knowing you are in just as much a frenzy as I am, I throw all carefulness to the wind, and suck down hard at your nipple and areola. You scream out a wordless nothing and clasp your hand around my neck, pushing your breast up into my face.

So close. I'm so close now, and I can sense that you are too. I take my free hand and bring it down to push and pull, pinch and roll your clit between my fingers and thumb. Every thrust now, faster and faster, harder and harder, is accompanied by your loud, gasping moaning, a hypnotic mantra, driving me closer and closer to that incredible edge.

I can feel it rushing up to hit you, almost as if it was happening to me, your ragged breathing, the tightening of your thighs and abdomen, the raised pitch in your voice... all this spur me along just as well. I lean forward, pushing, just pushing, pushing, pushing like my life depend on it, letting our bodies just merge into each other there on the floor. And then I feel you shudder underneath me. Your body goes rigid, and your head is flung back in a mask of total abandon. Everything falls silent, when you for a short heartbeat are so lost in the moment that you forget to breathe.




The Girl Next Door



The sensation of your tight walls desperately gripping my cock, finally sends me the same way. I let out a long moan, and feel how my body prepares itself for the inevitable climax.

There is no barrier between us, all borders fade away, and I lose track of where I begin and you continue. I shoot my load, explosion after explosion deep inside of you. Your skin electric against mine, your arms clasped around me and your face pressed hard against my neck. Our bodies shiver, shudder, shake and rock in unison, our hearts race in perfect sync and I know what you think, I feel what you feel in that trembling, magic moment when everything fits together... and stars are born and die in our bodies and souls.

We don't move for several minutes. Then you stir, slide out of my soft embrace and get up. I look up at your shining form and just drink the sight of your sweaty skin. You smile back at me, blow me a kiss and walk away, as naked as you came. You stop in the doorway, glance with a smile at me over your shoulder and walk away.

You'll be back, I know you will, as always when I least expect it. But that how you want it, that is the whole point. That's why I gave you my spare key. For those moments that are ours and ours alone. Whenever you want to.



The Girl Next Door



You always hear about "The Girl Next Door" and how fantastic the sex is – how she "comes on to you" in subtle ways that no one else sees and so on and so forth. For the most part it is pure bullshit – plain and simple.

Then there is Annie. Sweet shy 19 year old Annie.

I suppose a lot of her shyness comes from her physique. Annie is extremely thin – so thin that she could (or might be someday) a famous model. Long reddish brown hair usually worn in a pony tail or pigtails. Tiny breasts with just a hint of future growth. If she wasn't 6'1" tall – she could easily pass for 14 or 15 years old.

Annie's parents live in another state and our neighbors have taken her in so she could attend out local college. When you come from a family that is middle to upper income – you still jump at a chance to save money – especially in this day of high prices.

We became friendly – talking over the chain link fence – and she has often visited. There is a walk through gate between our yards and all she has to do is simple open it and walk up to the back door and knock.

My wife was off to care for a sick father while I stayed home. An aversion to flying. Besides – I could get some work done that is impossible with her around.

So here I am –sitting at my computer – watching a sex movie. The most beautiful blond in the world was on her knees giving a hand job to a faceless guy with a huge cock. Blondie was using plenty of oil to gently and sensuously stroke his cock – working it slowly between both hands while she occasionally leaned forward and took his crown in her mouth and gently sucked on it. My own cock was trying to burst out of my thin lounging shorts. I was hard as a rock. Of course, slowly stroking and squeezing it was keeping it hard.

Then I felt her feathery touch on my upper arm as she whispered breathily into my ear – "Don't turn it off!" "I've got to see him cum!!"

It was Annie. I was so engrossed in the movie I had neither heard her knock nor did I hear her even come into the house.

Looking at her, I asked "Annie – how long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough that my panties are soaked". She replied.

"Jim" she said – hesitating – "teach me how to do that".

"What, Annie?"

"How to give a man pleasure like that." "I mean, do all men like that or just him?"

"Annie, dear Annie – some men like a lot more than that." "Some men would rather have a woman suck their cock than anything else in the world."

"Teach me," she whispered. "Teach me, Jim" "Teach me, please." "Everything." "I want to know everything about sex that you can possibly teach me – they really teach you so little in school."

Standing, I motioned to the chair and had Annie sit in it. Right in front of the screen where she wouldn't miss a thing. And I began opening other movies – one right after another.

I showed her a couple of my favorite ‘Hand job Hunnies' – then to a couple of steAnnie lesbian movies and on and on to some of the more explicit coupling sessions I had. As I opened a movie, I would lean over and describe it in her ear – then I would nibble on her ear – then her neck – searching for that special spot that every woman has on the back of their neck. I knew I had found it when she scrunched up her shoulder and goose pimples popped up on her arms.

I eased my right hand around her right breast and squeezed ever so gently and she moaned. My little Annie loved this. Her eyes closed for a moment and she licked her lips – savoring the feel of my fingers on her tiny nipple though it was growing larger and harder by the minute.

My eyes traveled down Annie's body – drinking in those long slender legs that peeked out from the tight denim shorts she had on. Her scoop necked pull-over blouse afforded me an enticing view of both of her little titties. And she wasn't wearing a bra either.

Slowly I let my hands travel to the hem of her blouse. Grasping it – I began to pull it up and off while she raised her arms in supplication – wanting rid of the blouse as much as I.

Tossing it aside, I leaned forward and took one of her nipples in my mouth. Biting and gently sucking on it while I massaged the other. Annie's breath was shallow and ragged – further indications of how excited she was.

As I suckled on her breasts, I began to unbutton and unzip the denim shorts. When her fly was open enough to allow me access, I slipped my hand down to her plump little pussy and rubbed it gently – forcing her panties to become soaked with the juices flowing from deep within her cunt.

Gently massaging her pussy, I slowly drew my hand back and then I inserted it inside her panties. Now I could finger her clit without any material interfering. 

"Annie – don't you think we should go into the bedroom?" I asked. Annie opened her eyes and looked up at me. It was obvious that her throat was too dry to talk when all she could do was nod ‘yes'.

Rising and taking off her denim shorts – she preceded me into the Master Bedroom. Such a beautiful sight – watching that pretty butt of hers switch from side to side with each seductive step.

Now I have a habit. Whenever my wife is away – I never (and I mean never) make the bed. That's to say – I keep clean sheets, etc on the bed but I never put that fancy bedspread on the bed. I never knew it would come in handy being a little bit of a slob.

I motioned Annie to lie down on the bed while I retrieved a sleeping mask from my dresser drawer. Placing it over Annie's eyes, I told her, "Annie – when I place your hand or arm in a certain position – you are not to move them. If you do, I might be forced to bind you." "Do you understand?" "If you aren't obedient – I will have to resort to methods to make you obey me." "Is that understood?"

"Yes, Jim", she replied. "Or do I have to call you Master?" giggling as she said that.

"No, Annie, my dear" "Not yet"

"Annie, I noticed that you have pubic hair – have you ever shaved it off?"

"Not in a long time. I did shave it once but it itched when it grew back so I decided not to shave anymore." She said.

Annie was close enough to the center of the bed that it only took a little pushing and tugging to get her in position – with a couple of folded pillows under her butt forcing her pussy up in the air – wide open and gaping for my next move. Taking Annie's panties left her even more vulnerable.

Having finally gotten her totally naked, I removed all my clothes as well. Then I went into the kitchen and filled a pan with warm water. I retrieved my razor and shaving cream from the bathroom along with several towels to absorb the water. Dipping a wash cloth into the hot water, I wrung it out and placed it over Annie's pussy – leaving it there a while to soften the hair.

Using a small battery operated trimming shaver, I began to remove all the long pubic hair – placing them on a paper towel. I could simply throw it away later. Annie squirmed and twisted while I was doing this. Nothing, I thought, to what she would squirm later.

Satisfied that I had removed as much hair as I could with the electric razor, I soaked the wash cloth again and re-applied it to her pussy – softening what stubble remained and wiping off those few stray hairs I had missed.

Then I applied some shaving cream to the stubble and slowly rubbed it in – making sure that I had her entire pussy covered, inside and out, while she squirmed and twisted – obviously excited. Her breath was again short and ragged – her tiny titties heaving on her chest.

I leaned over and took one of her nipples between my teeth and bit down. Not hard – gently but forcefully. Annie moaned and grabbed the back of my head.

"Annie – I didn't tell you that you could move your hands, did I?" I asked.

"No, I couldn't help it." She whispered.

"Do that again and I'll be forced to bind you." "You know I will, don't you?"

"Yes, Jim" "I'll try not to do that again," she said

Taking up my shaving razor, I began to slowly and deliberately remove the remaining stubble from Annie's pussy – tugging and pulling on her pussy lips to make sure the skin remained tight and the razor didn't cut her. Occasionally I would slip a finger inside to test her wetness. Annie was wet! Oh, yes.

Finally through with the hair removal – all that was left was the washing up and putting all the equipment away. Then I returned to the bed to give my work a thorough inspection.

I leaned down and inhaled her aroma. God, she was beautiful – lying there in all her glory. Her pussy lips red and engorged with her desire. I couldn't help it – I leaned down and licked her. Once – just once. I licked her from the bottom of her pussy near her anus to the top where her little clit was protruding from between her labia.

She tasted so good I couldn't stop. I began to insert my tongue into her – flicking her clit then driving my tongue deep inside her as Annie began thrusting her mons against my face – wanting release. And she did it again. Placed her hands on the back of my head to force me hard against her sex.

Leaving the bed, I opened my dresser and removed 4 sets of ties. Bungee cord like ropes with cuffs on one end – cuffs that fastened together with Velcro such that the person being tied could always manage to extract themselves from this predicament should an emergency arise.

Placing one cuff on Annie's right wrist, I tied it off to the eye bolt I had installed at the top corner of the bed. Working in similar fashion, I soon had cuffs on Annie's hands and feet forcing her into a spread-eagle position.

While I was doing this – Annie was whimpering and sobbing. I soon realized that this was her desire – to be bound. Annie would be a perfect little slave, she so desired to be tied.

I went back to my work – which was licking and sucking her pussy. As I did, I would insert first one finger then two inside of her – twisting and rotating them to heighten her pleasure as she twisted her hips and squirmed – trying to envelope my fingers one time – then trying to get away from them – the pleasure was so intense.

Then, using just one finger, I located and began to massage that little fleshy pad that is her "G spot" and she came. The more I massaged it – the more intense her orgasm was until, finally, she was begging me to stop.

I moved to her head. Kneeling, I rubbed the head of my hardening cock against her soft lips. As she opened them to engulf me, I warned her – "No teeth, Annie." "Just suck gently on the crown for awhile – then I'll show you how to take me deep in your throat."

As she gently licked and sucked on me, I began slowly thrusting into her mouth until I finally reached the back of her throat. "Annie, breathe through your nose. That way you can take more of my cock into your throat."

And I continued thrusting – in and out – slowly and sensuously – as she sucked on my huge cock as I had continued playing with Annie's clit – dipping a finger in and massaging her "G spot" ever so often. I was rapidly reaching my release point. My cock was purple and swollen with the blood of desire. My ball sac was slowly tightening – signaling the impending release of my cum.

I pulled out of her mouth. Kneeling between her legs, I inserted my huge mushroom cap into her folds – leaning forward – gently easing my length inside of her. God, Annie was so tight. Her hot little pussy was squeezing my cock and I was afraid I would cum too soon. Resting on top of her – I ceased all movement to prevent cumming too soon.

Lying there, I kissed her. As I did, she opened her mouth and tried to consume my tongue – sucking it in.

I began to slowly fuck her. Slowly withdrawing my cock until just the crown was inside her then easing into her until I felt my cock bottoming against her cervix – our pubic bones crushing against each other. Then I began to pick up the pace.

Faster and faster – withdrawing – then slamming all 8" of my huge cock into my poor little Annie – the "Girl Next Door" who just an hour or so ago had begged me to teach her about sex. Then I came. Spurt after spurt of red hot cum – deep within while Annie's body quivered in orgasm beneath mine – until we were drained of all energy. Then we rested.

Time to clean up and talk. I had just remembered that I hadn't asked if she was on the pill. And I hadn't used a condom either.



The Girl Next Door



It had been a long, bumpy flight, I hadn't slept, and I was feeling skeevy around the edges. Needed something to hone that edge off, so I stopped at an old friend's up in Laurel Canyon before going to my hotel and picked up a few joints. Decent stuff, but I wished I'd brought my tin from New York – unfortunately, not with airport security these days.

Anyway, I checked into my room up at the Four Seasons– the quietest place when I'm in town on business. It was about 9 in the evening, midnight east coast time, and I had meetings tomorrow. Just enough time to light up a bone and kill a few brain cells on the balcony before drifting into slumberland.

Which is what I was doing when the door to the balcony of the room next door popped open and a young girl rushed out. I palmed the joint and looked innocent while she sniffed the air. Looked to be late teens, long brown hair down to her waist, wearing a Good Charlotte T-shirt and jammy shorts. Looked pissed, like someone was having fun and she wasn't. Cute, with big eyes behind clear round glasses, even if they were narrowed at the moment.

"Do you smell that?" she asked.

"Smell what?" I answered. Just some guy her dad's age catching the air.

"Nothing," she said, and went back inside, closing the door. I paused then took a long draw off the joint, held it in my lungs and felt the day's bullshit start to fade. Bam, she was out on the balcony again.

"Are you getting high?"

Exhale. Sigh. "Yes. Is it bothering you?"

She laughed, sharply, impatiently. "Only if you don't share." Her smile was there but distant. All business.

I shrugged and reached over, handing her the joint across the three feet of air that separated her balcony from mine. She snagged it easily, held it to her lips and cupped it, fanning the glow. Looking at me without trying to look like she was doing it; that was fine, since I was doing the same.

"You don't even know what that is," I said. "Could be laced with anything."

She paused, looked more directly at me. "You're not the type, though, are you?"

I shook my head, held out my hand. She passed the joint back. We were silent for the next few minutes, passing it back and forth, both taking in the sight of L.A. stretching out before us. I didn't know about her, but the wind sweeping up from the flats always gives me the weirdest sensation of warm chills when I get to the city.

She broke the silence first. "That's nice shit."

"Thank you."

"You just get here?"

"Mm-hmm. How did you know?"

She shifted her gaze away.

"There was a different couple there this morning. My parents and I heard them arguing."

"I'll be quiet. I'm just sleeping here; I'll be off on business tomorrow."

I passed her the joint.

"Nice that you get to go somewhere."

That brought me up. "How's that?"

"My parents are at a party tonight, and I'm not allowed to go." She sighed. "Some record label bullshit for my dad to schmooze at and my mom to dress up and feel like she's my age. I stay here. Not for ‘kids'. They don't want me cramping their style." She noodled on the joint until I motioned for her to pass it back. "'My parents took me to Los Angeles and all I got was this lousy hotel room,'" she said with a laugh. She flipped her hair back with a naïve cynicism that was actually pretty touching.

"That well and truly sucks," I said, and I meant it. I remembered the vast gulf between who I was and who my parents thought I was when I was that age. "What, are you supposed to watch Disney movies all night?"

"That's pretty much the plan," she said. "I've seen ‘em all, though. Not the Disney, but the regular movies. And my dad would bust me if I tried to look at the porno."

"Only thing to do is raid the mini-bar, then."

Her laugh an annoyed bark. "Bastard took the key."

This struck me as just plain mean, so I went back into my room, pulled two beers out of my fridge, and came back out on the balcony.

"Catch."

That caught her by surprise, but she was good – she caught it. And I got the first unforced smile I'd seen from her.

"Hey. That makes my night." We popped our caps at the same time and raised bottles to each other. She sipped, then thought of something. "Be right back."

She came back with a cellphone and put it on the little plastic table on her balcony. "They said they'd be checking up."

"So, this is your first time out of the nunnery?" I asked.

She smiled at that too, but tried to hide it. "My dad owns a bunch of record stores in Des Moines. Iowa. This is his big yearly trip out west to meet and greet. He takes my mom usually, but last year he figured out that if he doesn't bring me, I'll throw a party while he's gone. He's right."

I shrugged. "Couple of days in L.A. – what's not to like?"

"Staying in this hotel room every night while they go out and act like teenagers. Sick."

I laughed. "Rapunzel."

"Huh? Oh, yeah… I hadn't thought of that, but yeah. My hair's not long enough, though. And where's my prince?"

"Don't look at me, lady."

"Don't flatter yourself, pal."

The tone was light, joking. This was clearly the first actual conversation she'd had in days. She raised her head, listening, and peered inside.

"Hold on a second – no, I thought it was them. Listen, I'm going to have to toss you this beer if they come back all of a sudden."

"How old are you?"

"18, but 12 in their eyes."

"You could take a walk outside."

"I could. I did. There's not a lot to see."

"Wait a second."

I went inside and opened the door connecting our two rooms, then went back out, telling her she could open her door and put the beer just inside my room if it came to that.

"Hm. Okay. Hadn't thought of that. Are you a perv?"

"Not tonight. Too tired."

She gave me the once over, decided I wasn't immediately dangerous, and went inside. I heard her open her connecting door and expected her to reappear on her balcony. She outfoxed me; the next thing I knew she was on my balcony, sipping her beer and picking the joint stub out of the ashtray. I nodded, and motioned for her to sit.

"I'm sorry, I had to get out of that room."

"I understand. The view's so much better from here."

We sat in silence for a long while, just taking in the night. I admired her legs – long, tan, an interesting scar on her left knee with a story behind it I'd never hear – and smiled at the orange toenails in blue flipflops. Her chestnut hair was thick, glossy, draped about her shoulders and waist like the folds of a shawl; it was her pride, and she knew it. Ears a little big and sticking out, lips full and ripe with contempt for the world, chin sharp but soft, eyes a dark brown and rather stoned at the moment. If she had a body, I really couldn't tell under the oversized T-shirt.

The lights of late-night Beverly Hills reflected off her glasses, making her appear owlish, oracular. I'd begun to peg her as a good girl who only recently had figured out the pleasures of being a bad girl, and smart enough to still use the former as a cover for the latter. I could tell I was crossing her signals, getting both girls at once and probably something close to who she actually was.

After a bit, we started to talk. I told her about my job, my ex-wife, my girlfriend, my girlfriend's kid. She told me about her boyfriend, her tastes in music and books and movies, her dog. It was as if we were sitting on a porch in the country, half-baked and old friends; a pleasanter time I couldn't imagine. So it threw me for a loop when she asked, "You ever watch porno?"

I coughed and hacked like a boy with his first joint, and she cackled at that.

"Excuse me?"

"You ever watch ‘adult movies?'" Air quotes.

"Of course I have. Who wants to know, and why?"

She shrugged. "I saw a few recently, back home. My friend works at a videostore. She brought over one of the gay ones." She made a face that was half horror and half awe.

"I tend to stick to the male/female variety, sorry."

"No, it's okay. I liked it. Made me…" She drifted, then snapped back into focus. "Why do you watch them?"

"Why do you think? They turn me on. The good ones do, anyway. Are you sure you want to be talking about this?"

She ignored me. "Do you, um, you know…"

My turn to laugh. "Do I what? Get myself off?"

"Yeah," she asked, looking out at the night, her ears an unusual shade of crimson.

"Of course I do. That's what they're for. Don't you?"

"I've never tried. I mean, not with a video. I did, though, after my friend went home."

Silence.

"It was good, I take it."

She grinned. "Oh, man."

I smiled. There was a shoe waiting to drop, but I had no idea what it was.

"Does your boss get mad if you watch them in your hotel when you travel?"

The other shoe dropped. I didn't answer immediately, just rolled the infinite number of conceivable responses around in my head. I chose the one that left as many doors open as possible. I left her sitting on my balcony, went to the TV facing my bed, cued up the adult film menu, came back out and handed her the remote.

"Go to town."

"What's this?"

"You want to watch a sex flick, go ahead. Your parents won't be any the wiser, and I'll sit out here on the balcony and read."

She sat looking at the remote like it was the Rosetta Stone.

"Your boss won't mind?"

"I am my boss."

A pause. "How do I know you're not going to try anything?"

"Because I'm not. Because you're a nice kid and a cute kid but I'm not into seducing nice or cute kids just at the moment. Believe it or not, I'd rather read my book. Close the balcony curtain for all I care."

She grinned to beat the band. "Yeah, you just want to smell the sheets afterward. 'Cute kid.' Fuuuck you. All right, let's see what you've got."

We went inside, and she thumbed through the menu of offerings. The titles made her blanch and make gross-out noises, but I could tell she was intrigued by all of them. She finally chose something called "Trading Pussies," a hardcore goof on home improvement shows, and was all ready to select it when she stopped.

"Where's my cell?" she asked, and ran back to her room to get it. After a pause, I heard her talking to someone, and from her exasperated drone, I could tell it was a parent. She came back in, holding her cell phone and rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, we're good. Man, are we good. My mom is dragging my dad to an afterparty up in the hills. They won't be home until three." She stood there looking at me with big, innocent eyes that said "So…?" until I got the hint, grabbed the novel I was reading, and went back onto the balcony. I didn't close the curtain, but she did. I noticed, however, that she didn't close it all the way. In fact, I didn't even have to move my chair to have a view of her sitting lotus-legged on my bed. So I didn't move my chair.

I tried to read my book. Really, I did. Even with the low, insistent sounds of video fucking leaking out from inside. I stared at a paragraph for several minutes at a time, telling myself not to look up. When I finally did, she was staring at the screen, her mouth a stoned O of amazement and incipient horniness. The cold blue light of the TV played across her face and legs, and I noticed her hand dandling between her legs. Not doing anything, mind you.

The next time I looked up, her eyes slid away from me so quickly I almost missed it. I went back to my book. The plot was interesting. I think there was a plot.

She wasn't looking at me when I next shifted my gaze. At least I think she wasn't; her glasses reflected the TV tube, like twin coming attractions. Tiny figures conjoined and humped in her lenses. I kept watching, bad old me. Her right hand had dropped into the open leg of her shorts, and she leaned back against the pillows, stroking herself so gently that I wouldn't have picked up on it if not for the slow rhythmic pulse of her hips. I felt the blood divert to my cock and the warm, happy stiffness of erection. Her hips pistoned a little faster; her hand busied itself more frenetically, and her mouth hung open in astonishment and lust. I don't know what was going on on the screen, but it was doing the trick. After about five minutes, she hunched over, gave out a quiet cry that was just loud enough to reach me on the balcony, and held absolutely still for a long stretch of seconds. Then she relaxed with an audible phlump against the pillows and diplomatically rearranged her shorts. This time I could tell she looked at me, and I slid my eyes away.

But not for long. There's only so much I can take of a carrot like that at the end of a stick like that. I sighed loudly, closed my book with an audible snap, rose, stretched, and stood in the doorway to the room. She looked at me like God's own archangel.

"How's the dialogue?" I asked

Smirk. "Lacking."

A pause. "You want to come see." Not a question but a neutral offer.

I nodded. "If it's okay with you. My curiosity is piqued."

"Is that what you call that?" she asked, looking at my hard-on.

"Someone who comes all over other people's bedcovers has no business making fun of other people," I said, and she blushed – blushed! I hadn't expected that. For a brief moment she looked her age.

"Can you keep your hands to yourself?"

"Of course," I said, sitting on the bed a good ways behind her and getting my first decent look at the on-screen action. It was what it always was: a silicon bimbette sucking the swollen johnson of some anonymous mullethead, to lousy music. Stimulating, yes; interesting, only if you'd never seen one before.

We watched in silence for a minute or two, her cross-legged with her back to me. I discreetly stroked the hard edge of my cock through my jeans.

"Do guys really like tits like that?" Her question broke my fugue state.

"Implants? I guess. Not all of us do. Why, are you feeling insecure?"

"Baffled, more like. They don't move. Why is that a turn-on?"

"Because it's a fantasy, maybe – closer to the plastic blow-up girlies in the magazine. Less threatening than a real woman. Personally, I like ‘em life-sized."

"Ha. You're just saying that."

"Suit yourself."

Pause.

"What about mine?"

"What about yours?"

"Are they threatening?" she laughed.

"Do you want to know if I think you have nice breasts? I can't tell. You haven't shown them to me."

"And I'm not going to."

"Right."

She thought for a bit, then cinched her loose t-shirt tightly around her chest. I could see her curves more clearly; surprisingly womanly for a girl her age, and I told her so. She seemed to like that.

"Trust me for a second," I said.

"Why should I?"

"All right, don't."

Long pause.

"Okay."

I skootched up behind her so her back was almost against my chest, and gently cupped her breasts with my hands. A quiet intake of her breath, but she stayed with me, and I simply let my fingers wander over her, feeling her nipples respond, enjoying the sensation of warm, firm, yielding skin, doing little more than exploratory caressing. And then I stopped.

"Believe me, you have nothing to worry about," I told her, and we went back to watching the movie. But now there was something else in the room.

After a minute or two of the onscreen actor with a dick as big as an anaconda, I said, "Besides, if we're talking about insecurities, guys have it much worse."

That broke the tension. She guffawed and said, "Poor little man with the poor little penis."

"Please, it's not that little. It's just not a genetic freak of nature."

"Yeah? Let's see."

That stopped me cold, and she could see it in my face. "Okay, you're right. Let me feel." And before I could stop her, her hands were running down the length of my shaft as it pressed up through my jeans.

"Jesus. That's... that's pretty impressive."

"Average, but thanks."

"Maybe I've been hanging out with below average guys."

She was still massaging my cock – the beer, pot, and movie had conspired to put her in a daze of quizzical horniness – and the friction was getting me bothered. I could either stop her, or fight back. I reached around and let my thumbnail graze up her leg and press along the inner seam of her shorts. She relaxed into my chest with a little yawp.

"Ah, god, what'd you do that for?"

"Should I stop?"

"Ah... Hum. no."

And so we sat there for maybe ten minutes, leaning into each other at an oblique angle while our fingers wandered and wondered and twinked and stroked. Her eyes stayed closed; she let out a low humming sound as my knuckles glided up the leg of her loose shorts and along the slippery outer lips of her pussy, very tentatively at first and then with a stoned, insistent rhythm. My fingertips found the grooves on either side of her clit and slid back and forth, tugging sexy, helpless huffs and grunts out of her. I liked the way her glasses slid down to the end of her nose and the way her long curtains of hair parted and opened in front of her face as she rocked.

For her part, she found my zipper soon enough and freed my cock, but she was getting so bothered by what I was doing to her that she wasn't able to do much to me. Fine; getting her going was reward enough. Our foreheads touched as I stroked her higher and higher and she ran her uncertain hands up and down my shaft; our eyes closed and our breathing gradually sped up. When I ran my free hand under her shirt and circled a rough thumb around her nipple, stubby and hard, she moaned in pure lust and then laughed at her own loss of control.

"Do that again?"

I peeled the nightshirt up and over her head, leaving tendrils of long brown hair floating down in the charged air. Her arms instinctively crossed her breasts and then uncrossed, as she chucked her self-consciousness, lifted her chin, looked straight at me. It was a clear decision: She gave herself over to my gaze.

I had a sudden impression of an odalisque, of a woman of deepest confidence from another age. Here I was in a hotel room at 11 at night, stoned off my ass and diddling an 18-year-old girl, and it felt like I was in the back pages of a Henry Miller novel, sailing into the unknown with a fellow traveler. She was beautiful – womanly, as I said, with curves that her fall of hair only accentuated, and breasts that were neither small nor large but that were simply hers. I ducked my head and grasped a nipple between my teeth, lightly rolling it and hearing her "oh" of pleasure. Her grip on my cock suddenly tightened; her hands pumped me roughly.

"Easy there," I said and tilted her back onto the bed, shucking my shirt but leaving the pants for the time being.

"Are we going to fuck?" she asked me. Asking permission. I thought I'd string her along a bit.

"I don't know. There's something I want to do first." That brought the look of alarm in her eyes and I had to laugh. Still caressing her pussy, I said, "Look. I will not hurt you. This is as bizarre and enjoyable to me as I hope it is to you. Maybe less weird, but whatever. All I want to do is make the top of your head pop off. And I don't have to do it with my cock. Yet."

"What if I want you to?" she asked as I kissed slowly down her neck, to her collarbone – oh, that is my favorite part of a woman – to her ribs and belly, then used my teeth to tug her shorts down to her knees. No underwear.

"I'd say you talked a good game," I said. "How much of this have you actually done?" She slid the shorts down to her ankles and off, allowing me to kiss her thighs and nose my way up into her tangle of mossy pubic hair, to where the heat and the funk was. She smelled ripe, clean; maybe she'd been taking a lot of showers out of boredom. The movie was long over by this point and the bedcovers were a mess. Any social niceties had ceased to be observed. She jackknifed around and brought her lips to my cock.




The Girl Next Door



"I've done this." Her wet mouth engulfed my rod, stiffening it even further, and she roughly tugged my pants and underwear down and away. Points for chutzpah if not for technique, and, anyway, I was more interested in swirling my tongue around her clit and sucking it back and forth between my lips like a small, prized BB. No one had done that to her before, and she immediately clamped her thighs around my head and started swearing like a sailor.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck – God damn! Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuck..."

That made me laugh. And that's how I found out that you can make a woman come by laughing directly into her cunt.

It was the longest, most surprised come I've ever heard, a guttural siren that started low and escalated by steps, each accompanied by a tightening of her thighs around my head. I felt the gush of pungent liquid onto my face and almost came myself then and there, but held on as her muffled shouts of release gave way to ragged breathing. She kept arching her slick pussy against my face, as though her body wanted more. Her own face slid against my cock; with a groan I felt the long strands of her hair wind around it and tug me toward release.

No, not yet.

I looked up and saw her face in repose, eyes closed, eyelids violet with passion or blood flow or something. Her hair a fine and lovely tangle, eyeglasses akimbo, and my cock still trembling against her cheek, a silver strand of jewels stretching from its tip to her cheek. I swung up to cradle her from behind, her smooth warm back expanding and contracting against my chest, and I kissed the back of her neck. She mooshed her hips up against me, purring. My cock slid between her legs and sawed gently back and forth along her cuntlips as we breathed. I could have stayed like that for a century or two.

She smiled when I told her about my vasectomy, and before she'd even had time to assent, I changed the angle of my hips just enough to glide straight into her with one long, slow, steely thrust. She grabbed my hand and cried out, pushing back harder with her ass and lifting her leg to give me better access. She was gloriously tight, and I knew she could feel every inch of me. We picked up speed; the next thing I knew she was face down on the bed while I plowed into her from behind and she howled ecstatically into my pillow. I held onto her tightly muscled little ass and drove in with all my might, feeling her pussy squeeze me with an intense liquid vise-grip. I was close to heaven; she seemed already there.

At some point I flipped over, and I remember a long, timeless, hard fuck: her on top trying to fuse her hips with mine, that shiny curtain of hair falling around me, blocking off everything but the sight of her face, dreamy and snarling. Her glasses finally came off and we laughed raggedly about that, then tucked ourselves into each other's crevices and fucked until we were right at the top of the mountain, sweaty and ready to plunge down the other side. My fingers slid along her ass and danced a tarantella around her sphincter, and that's all it took to send her over, neck cords taut and each intake of breath deeper and more guttural than the next. And that's all it took to send me over, finally jetting hot ropes of come into her while her fingernails raised welts on my arms and we cried out into each others' necks.

It had been a long, long time since I'd come together with a woman – hard enough to see stars – and it was worth the wait.

We lay there grinning like two idiots for who knows how long. We dozed, and as I drifted into sleep my mind indulged my loins in a silly little fantasy in which I was ten years younger and she was ten years older and we made a go of it. Silly, like I said. I wouldn't have dreamed of telling her about it.

She woke up with a start at around two in the morning, listening carefully to make sure her parents hadn't yet come back. There wasn't much for us to say by that point. When she thanked me, I laughed and threw her shorts at her head. At the door between our rooms, we kissed quickly, with sudden teenage passion, and then I let her go. About 20 minutes later, there came the sound of a hall door opening, voices, the bumping of some drunken someone against the wall. Then I slept the sleep of the exhausted and guilty.

In the morning I could hardly walk, but I made it to the shower, dressed, got my papers in order. Then I headed for the elevator, and as I closed my door, who should step out of the next room but my dear little kinkette and her parents. They were carrying a few small traveling bags. Her dad looked nothing like me, thank God; a solid chunk of midwestern propriety, he was talking angrily into a cell phone about a missing delivery. The mother was 45 going on 20, or so her clothes and make-up indicated. She was listening to an iPod, tunelessly singing along to Alicia Keys, I think. The girl, my girl, was dressed plainly, jeans and nice purple silk blouse, and her eyes were locked on mine. All the laughter and sex of the night before was in her stare.

We piled into the elevator, dad talking a mile a minute, mom bopping, girl and me silently smiling. Then she turned to me and said in a perfectly conversational tone, "You know, that was easily the best sex I've ever had last night. You fuck like an animal." I stiffened and glanced at her parents, but they had heard nothing, lost in their respective techworlds. Her father glanced at us, but as far as he was concerned his daughter was making small talk with a stranger.

There wasn't much I could say in return without giving up the game, and she knew it. "Thanks. I only give as good as I get." My ears were burning.

"I accept the compliment." She paused and looked at the floor. "I... last night, I almost wished we could have kept going. No, not really. That you were younger. Or that I was older. Or –"

I lightly touched her arm to get her to stop, and it was her turn to blush. "Me too," I said, and then the elevator doors opened and we went our separate ways, I to a breakfast meeting, she and her parents to the front desk to check out. Her father looked quizzically back at me for just a moment, half-sensing that he'd missed something, maybe something big.

The last I ever saw of her was in the revolving glass doors of the hotel. The California sunlight caught in her long brown hair and reflected off her glasses, and I couldn't tell if she was looking back at me. It didn't really matter, because then she was gone.



The Girl Next Door



I had just moved to Chicago for graduate school and bought an apartment. I didn't know anyone in the building, or in the city for that matter. So much of my time outside of class was spent in my apartment alone. One night I was coming back from getting some Chinese take-out when I saw my next-door neighbor standing in her doorway with some man. She kissed him goodbye and he walked down the hall past me. I figured he was her boyfriend and I said hi to him as he walked by. I looked at my neighbor still standing in her doorway. She was wearing a matching pink bra, panties, and garters. She was beautiful – average height, but way above average everything else. Long dark brown hair and piercing green eyes. Very exotic. I said hi to her, in an almost whisper, as I came to my door. I took out my keys and tried to open the door. I fumbled with my keys for a while because her standing there was making me very nervous. Eventually she went back into her apartment and shut her door. I let my head hit my door and sighed in embarrassment. I looked like such an idiot. I finally let myself in successfully and spent another night alone with the TV.

Two nights later I was taking my trash to the shoot. When I got back to my apartment I saw my neighbor standing in her doorway with her boyfriend again. She kissed him and he turned around to leave. I stopped in mid-step when I realized it was a different guy. I looked at the guy, then just kind of stared at my neighbor. She was standing in her doorway with black lingerie on this time, only with a sheer covering that came a little past her hips. When I realized I was staring at her, I immediately looked down because I knew it was none of my business if she was cheating on her boyfriend. 

"You should take a picture. It would last longer," she said.

"What?" I looked up in shock that she had spoken to me.

"You know, you have no right to judge me. You don't know me and the shit I have to deal with."

"What? I wasn't judging– anything," I said very confused.

"Yeah right. I know exactly what you think of me. You think I'm a slut, right?" I shook my head no, but she ignored it. "You know what, maybe you're right. Maybe I am. But this is my job and it pays good money. I don't always like the stuff I have to do, but it's a living. So until you've lived my life, you have no right to criticize mine." She went into her apartment and slammed her door.

I stood in the hallway for a bit longer, still kind of confused of what the hell had just happened. Then it hit me – she was an escort. I felt really bad for making her think I was labeling her. Shit, I didn't even realize what we were talking about! 

I saw her a few times over the next several days, but we said nothing to each other. I could feel her glaring at me though. She hated me because I had offended her in my ignorance. It wasn't fair, but what could I do? She already had her mind made up about me. One night I was typing a paper on my computer and I could hear noises coming from her apartment. I heard what sounded like screaming and some sort of thudding noise, but I just figured it was one of her weird sexual acts that she performed with her customers. I rolled my eyes and continued working, trying to tune them out. Then I heard something that I wasn't expecting.

"STOP! PLEASE!" I heard my neighbor scream.

I looked toward the wall that our two apartments shared in shock and walked closer to it to listen more carefully and make sure my ears weren't deceiving me.

"Please stop Gary!" I could hear the tears in her voice.

"SHUTUP!" The man said. "Keep crying and I'll cut you up even more!"

I couldn't believe it, I had to do something. I was about to call 911 but I knew it would take them too long to get there. She could be killed by then. I picked up my souvenir Cubs baseball bat and walked towards her room. I was terrified of what would happen, he could kill me too. But I had to try. I twisted her doorknob and it was unlocked so I walked back toward her bedroom as quietly as I could. I walked in and the lights were off, but the light from the hallway gave me enough light to see. When I could finally see what he was doing, I saw that he was holding a knife up to her neck and digging his knee into her ribs. One of her ears was bleeding very badly. She was crying and he continued to yell at her. She saw me above his shoulder and stopped crying for a second and just stared at me. He put more pressure on the knife on her neck and she closed her eyes and screamed. I pulled the bat above my head and swung down on his head as hard as I could. It knocked him unconscious. I hit him once more in the head just to be sure. She sat up on the bed and stared down at his unconscious body. I stuck my hand out to her to help her off the bed. She just looked back at me in shock at what had just happened.

"Come on!" I said to her.

She took my hand and got off of the bed. I took her to my apartment and began to call the police. 

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Calling 911."

"You can't!"

"What!?"

"They'll arrest me if they find out I'm a hooker."

"You're an escort, not a hooker."

"What do you think an escort is? It's just a fancy name for hooker."

"Not always. But look, we don't tell them that. We just say – he's some guy you met at a bar or something and he went crazy." She didn't say anything. "If we don't, who knows what could happen? He could come back and try to hurt you again."

She nodded, "Ok. Call." 

I called the police and told them what happened. They said they would be there shortly. I told her what they said and she said okay. I then realized she was completely naked and became very nervous.

"I am so sorry." I looked down and tried to think of something to say. "I didn't realize you were, um-"

"It's okay. It's really not a big worry right now," she kind of laughed.

I looked up into her eyes and then back at the ground quickly. "Let me um, get you some clothes. I walked into my room and brought her back a t-shirt and shorts. When I handed them to her I saw just how bad her ear was.

"Oh my gosh." I said.

"That bad?" She looked at me worried.

"Um, it's a little bad." That was an understatement. I remembered the guy in her apartment just then and went to make sure he was still in there. I saw him still laying on the floor, so I closed her apartment door to make sure I'd hear if he tried to leave. I went back into my apartment and saw her sitting on the sofa in my clothes. She was sitting with her face in her hands, crying. I sat down beside her and rubbed her back.

"It's okay now."

She looked up at me and said, "Thank you."

"It's nothing," I said. We stared at each other for a while, then I remembered her ear. "Oh, let me get something for this." 

I walked into the bathroom and got some peroxide and cotton balls for cleanup. I came back out and sat back on the coffee table across from her.

"This might sting a little bit," I said before dabbing the peroxide on.

"I think I'll survive it."

I chuckled, then began cleaning off her ear. She grimaced from the burn. "Ah, sorry," I said. I blew on her ear and tried to fan it to cool it down. I continued cleaning it off and once I got through the layer of blood, I saw just how bad the cut was. He had sliced the top of her ear. "Damn, I think you're going to have to get stitches."

"Yea, probably so. I think he broke a rib too," she said, holding her stomach.

She had a black eye and other cuts on her face. "We should put some pressure on your ear at least," I said. 

I gave her a towel for her ear and got some ice for her eye. She layed down on the sofa and I sat down in front of her on the sofa. She held the towel on her ear and I held the ice on her eye. 

"I really don't know if ice helps a black eye, but it seemed like what you should do."

She just laughed in response. 

A moment later the police finally got there. We told them the - she met him at a bar story, and we got away with it without too many questions asked. They took him away in handcuffs and the paramedics looked at my neighbor's injuries. They decided to take her to the hospital, so I said bye to her at the ambulance. She thanked me again and was gone.

Two days later I had a knock on my door. It was her.

"Hi," she said with a smile.

"Hey," I said, a little surprised to see her.

"I just wanted to come by and really thank you again."

"No, it's fine, really. I'm glad I could help."

"You're so modest! You saved my life! I would probably be dead right now if you hadn't come in," she said, starting to cry.

"No, please don't cry," I said, rubbing her arm.

She covered her face and continued crying. I hugged her tightly and told her it's okay in her ear.

She took her hands down and pulled away a little bit. "I'm just really mad at myself because," she paused, "I was so mean to you that night. I'm so sorry."

"No, it's okay. To be honest, I didn't realize you were an escort until you said that. I just thought one of them was your boyfriend and you were cheating on whichever one wasn't."

She laughed and said, "I am so stupid."

"No you're not. You're not stupid at all."

We looked at each other for a while, still hugging, then she said, "Wow, you saved my life and I don't even know your name."

I smiled and said, "It's Lauren." 

"Well nice to meet you. I'm Katie."

"Good to know," I said.

She laughed, then we realized we were still holding each other. We stepped back from each other and both laughed nervously.

"So um," Katie began, "I know that I can never repay you for the other night, but I would like to do something for you. Dinner or laundry or, I don't know. Do you need anything?"

"I think I'm okay right now actually."

"Nothing? Groceries? Shoes? Um- a lamp?"

I laughed and said "No, really. I'm just glad you're okay."

She smiled and said "Okay then. Well I guess I'll see you around."

"Yeah, definitely." She started to walk away, then I said, "Hey Katie."

She turned around, "Yeah?"

"Um, you said something about dinner maybe, or something like that," I said very nervously.

"Yeah, I would definitely take you to dinner.

"Well would it be okay if, like one day, I, um, made you dinner?" I asked.

"You want to make me dinner?"

"Only if you want to have dinner with me."

"Well yeah, I would, but I wanted to do something for you."

"Um, you can get the ingredients?"

"Okay, I can do that."

"So, is um, tomorrow night okay?"

"Sure."

We smiled at each other and I said, "Okay."

"Okay," she said. "Well I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay. Til tomorrow."

She said bye and walked back to her apartment.

Early the next afternoon she came by and got my grocery list. She brought the groceries back to my apartment and I started on dinner. I made penne pasta in a basil sauce and garlic bread. I bought a white zinfandel wine, only because it was recommended to me, I hoped she would like it. Once I finished making dinner and had gotten dressed and everything, I went out to the market down the street and bought Katie a single rose and baby's breath. I went back up to my apartment and gave it the once over to make sure everything was okay and check myself one more time. I walked over to Katie's apartment, with the rose behind my back, and knocked nervously. She opened the door and looked incredible. She was wearing a sleeveless pink dress and pink stilettos. Her hair was up and she smelled fantastic.

She greeted me with a smile and said, "Hi, how are you?"

"I'm good," I managed to stumble out. I remembered the rose behind me and I handed it to her. "This is for you."

"Really?" She asked, taking the flower. 

I kind of chuckled and said, "Yeah. Who else would it be for?"

"No, I know. It's just that," she paused, "I've never been given flowers before."

"Are you serious!?" I asked, in disbelief.

"Yeah," she said, a little embarrassed.

"Damn if I would have known I would have gotten you a much bigger bouquet."

She laughed, "No, this is great."

"I'm glad. Um, dinner is ready whenever you are."

"Okay, just let me put these in water." She laughed and said, "I've always wanted to say that!"

I laughed and waited for her to come back out. Once she was done we walked back over to my apartment and she sat down at the table. I poured her a glass of wine and made two plates for us. We talked during dinner and occasionally I would get a smile from her. As dumb as it may sound, it gave me butterflies every time she smiled. It was just so breathtaking. After dinner we sat on the sofa and watched some movie that was on TV. We had a few more glasses of wine and just kind of sat there. Katie broke the silence.

"Lauren," she said. I looked at her. "I was just wondering," she paused, "why did you give me that flower?" 

I laughed, "Why?" She shook her head yes. "Because, I um, you know, I-" I paused, "I like you."

"What? No one ever likes me," she said.

"What are you talking about?" 

"I mean, for sex, yeah. But never just me."

"You've never had a relationship?"

"Well of course but, they all ended badly. I cared for all of them a lot more than they did for me. So I just accepted that love wasn't for me. Sex just became work, I haven't had, you know, real sex, in – nearly three years."

"You don't miss it?" 

"Maybe a little bit. It's a lot different when it's for money though. You're so disconnected. You just lay there and wait for it to be over. You pretend to enjoy it, but you never do."

"It shouldn't be like that," I said, putting my hand on hers.

She looked down at my hand, then up at me. "Lauren, you don't want me."

"Why don't I?"

"I'm- a prostitute. My legs stay open like 7-11," she laughed.

I rubbed her hand more and said, "That's not funny."

"I know it's not. But it's easier to joke about it than really think about it. I just know that you can do better."

"Better? I think you're so incredible Katie. There is no 'better,'" I said.

"I'm a hooker Lauren, trust me, there's better."

"That's your past though and I don't care about that." I looked into her eyes, "I'm not one of your customers Katie, I just want you."

We stared at each other for a moment, then I leaned in to kiss her. It was short, but really sweet. I looked into her eyes again, then kissed her more passionately. My hands were running all over her back, trying so desperately to touch every inch of her that I could. When we broke the kiss again, I stood up and pulled her up without saying a word. I led her into my bedroom and laid her down on the bed. I stripped down to my underwear (keep in mind that we had finished a whole bottle of wine, so my inhibitions were significantly lowered) and got on top of her. We started making out and I ran my hand underneath her dress, all the way up to her chest. Before I did anything I wanted to make sure it would be okay with her. 

I stopped kissing her and asked, "Can I make love to you?"

She nodded yes, so I continued kissing her and massaging her breasts. I moved my hand down to the bottom of her dress and pulled it up to underneath her breasts. I kissed down her stomach and pulled down her panties while I was doing it. When I got down to her pussy I licked her lips for a long time, just to get her really hot. She started to grab my hair and move her hips along with my tongue. I finally moved up to her clit and began licking it and tickling it with my nose. She started moaning, so I began sucking the whole thing into my mouth. I was surprised how little time it took her to cum. I continued to lick and suck her until she was spent. I moved up beside her and laid my head on her chest. I kissed her collarbone and rested my arm across her stomach. I fell asleep soon after, with Katie in my arms. I woke up a while later to Katie feverishly trying to push me off of her.

"What are you doing!?" I asked.

She didn't say anything and started screaming. I saw that her eyes were still closed and realized that she must be having a nightmare. I tried to hold her arms down and wake her up.

"Katie! It's me! Wake up! Baby wake up!"

She started crying and continued trying to push me away.

"Leave me alone please! Don't!" She yelled.

"Katie, please. It's Lauren, you're okay." She finally opened her eyes completely and woke up. "Hey," I pulled her closer to me, "you're okay now. It was just a dream. You're okay baby."

She buried her head into my neck and started sobbing. I rubbed her back with my right hand and ran my left hand through her hair. I kissed her shoulder and then the side of her face.

"No one's going to hurt you, you're safe here. I'll never let anyone hurt you again."

She finally looked up at me and said, "Just don't leave me Lauren. I don't want to be alone right now."

"I'm not going anywhere."

She gave me a quick smile and rubbed my face. She laid down and so I did the same. We both looked at the ceiling in silence for a while. I felt Katie moving so I looked over at her. She had started crying again. I turned on my side and wrapped my arms around her waist. She turned to me and continued crying. I held her until she fell asleep, when the sun was beginning to come up. I knew she was exhausted from all the crying and the entire ordeal. I stroked her face and her hair and watched her lying there so peacefully. I looked all over her face, the scars were beginning to heal. But even with them, she was still so beautiful. Watching her tear-stained face in the burgeoning sunlight, I could feel my heart race. I was falling for her. A little later I finally fell asleep. 

When I woke up Katie was gone. I sat up and looked out the window, wondering if I had done something wrong. Maybe I had come on too strong. I laid back down and just stayed there, restless, for hours. I finally got up around 4, took a shower and threw a t-shirt and sweats on. I ate some chips and stretched out in front of the TV. I couldn't stop thinking about Katie though. Around 9 there was a knock at my door. I opened it and it was Katie.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey. Lauren, I'm really sorry about last night."

"Yeah, well I'm sorry about this morning." 

"I know you're really mad at me right now, and-"

"I'm not mad at you," I interrupted. "I just don't understand what made you leave? I mean, did I do something wrong?

"No, you didn't do anything at all. Last night was- it was really nice."

"So what was it then?"

She sighed and said, "I don't trust a lot of people anymore. Actually, I don't really trust anyone anymore. The only person I have in the world is my mother and she's really sick right now. It was only me, her and my brother and he took all the money we had and left. So we had to start over with basically nothing and now I have to pay all of her doctor's bills and all of her other expenses. That's why I took this job. I've never told her where I get the money from because I know it would kill her if she ever found out."

"Wow. I'm really sorry."

"So you can kind of see where my trust issues come from. But then I meet you," she smiled, "and I want to trust you, and you're so sweet to me. But I'm terrified of that at the same time. I don't want to fall for you."

I put my hand over my heart and said with a half-smile, "No, fall for me. Please fall for me."

"Well I guess you did save my life, right?" She kind of laughed.

I reached out and held her hand. "I would do everything I could to make you happy." Katie's eyes filled with tears and she stepped in closer to hug me. "Do you realize that you have cried everytime we've been together? This isn't good Katie." She laughed. 

She pulled back and said, "You know that dream I had last night? 

"Yeah."

"I've had it every night since – you know. But I was never able to fall back asleep until last night. When I was with you."




The Girl Next Door



I rubbed her face and kissed her. Katie took my hand and walked into my apartment.

"Come on," she said, pulling me further inside.

I shut the door and followed her.

She walked into my bedroom and sat down on the bed. She pulled the bottom of my shirt towards her and said, "Come here."

I leaned down on top of her and began kissing her. We eventually straightened up in the bed and Katie got on top of me. She pulled off my shirt and began kissing her way down my chest. She kissed around the outline of my bra and I snapped it off. Katie threw the bra on the ground and licked the along the inside curve of my breasts. She kissed her way back to my nipples and began licking and sucking on each of them. She began kissing down my stomach and continued playing with my nipples with both of her hands while she went down. Once she got to the top of my pants, she pulled them off with my panties in one quick swoop. She kissed her way back up the inside of my legs and stopped to lick the area behind my knees. Once she got up to my pussy, I was basically soaked. She licked up some of what had already come out and then began sticking her tongue into my pussy. I grabbed the back of her head and tried to pull her face closer to my pussy. It felt so incredible, I was moving all over the bed and had lost complete control of my body. Katie put her arms across my thighs to hold me down. She left my pussy and began licking my clit. After that she started flicking my clit rapidly with her tongue. I lost it and grabbed onto the headboard. I don't think I've ever cum harder. Katie came back up beside me and rested her arm across my body. She pulled my hand up to her lips and kissed it. I rubbed her hand with my thumb, then kissed the top of her head. After a few moments of catching my breath, I turned to her and kissed her deeply. I ran my hands along her back and underneath her shirt, then broke the kiss.

"I'm sorry but," I looked into her eyes, "we're going to have to get rid of this." 

She smiled and then stood up to take off her clothes. She stripped slowly and kept her eyes on me the entire time. When she pulled off her pants she turned her backside to me and bent over slowly to do it.

"Wow," I said.

She laughed and then took off her bra and panties. 

I sat up on my knees and said, "Mmm, come here."

She got on the bed, on her knees too, and we kissed very passionately. I laid down on my back and pulled her hand towards me. She picked up the hint and straddled my face. I licked the inside of thigh to capture some of the liquid that had already leaked out of her. I then went to work on her pussy. She was holding on to the headboard and grinding herself into my face harder and harder with each lick. I moved up to her clit and she started bouncing up and down on my face. I grabbed her hips to try and keep her under some control so I could finish her off. When she came it was beautiful. She looked down at me and moaned my name, then her body collapsed on top of mine. I ran my fingernails lightly up and down her back while she recovered. When she was finally able to move, she rolled over onto her back and reached over to hold my hand. We laid there for a while not saying anything. Just thinking about what had just happened and how great it was. I rolled onto my side, laid my head on her shoulder and rubbed her stomach. 

I kissed her neck and asked, "Was it okay?" 

She smiled at me and said, "It was the best I've ever had." She paused for a second and then said, "And I've had a lot."

She laughed and I laughed a little bit. But then I sat up on my elbow, looked into her eyes and rubbed her face.

I broke her laughter and said, "Quit."

She looked at me puzzled, "Quit what?" Then she grabbed my ass and said "I thought you liked what I was doing."

I laughed and said, "No, not that. You can always do that." We both laughed, then I looked at her seriously and said, "No, I um - I want you to quit your job."

"Baby you know I can't do that."

"Why? You could do so many other things-"

"I can't," she interrupted. "Not for the same amount of money. And I need that money, I already told you about my mom and everything else."

"I'll help you."

"That's sweet Lauren but, you don't know just how much it all takes."

"I don't care how much it takes, I'll find a way. I just, I want to know that you're all mine. And even more than that, I need to know that you're always safe. I don't want anything like that to ever happen to you again."

"And I don't want anything like that to happen to me again, but what can I do-"

"Move in with me," I interrupted.

"What?"

"Live here! That way you'll only need to worry about half of everything. And I will help you in any way I can."

"Lauren, moving in is a big step. I want for you to be sure about this. I don't want it to just be some emotional, spur of the moment impulse."

"It's not." I kissed her cheek and said, "It's definitely not."

She smiled at me and kissed me. We made love again and fell asleep in each other's arms. Katie didn't have any nightmares that night.



The Girl Next Door



Kellie crawled onto her bed and arranged herself, attempting a seductive pose. Staring at the computer screen and then at the set up cam, she sighed. Her heart leapt as she leaned forward upon the bed, her slender fingers typing in the user name she had selected and then pressing the Enter key. 

* * * 

It was a boring night like most others, no decent sporting events on TV, just a bunch of reruns and boring chick shows, so Guy sat down to his computer and began to surf. He checked out his favorite sites, getting a few laughs and a couple of thrills in the process. Of course, he ended up at Live Girls Now!!! Maybe it was a strange practice to hang out there, checking out the girls and chatting with the two or three that had become his favorites. He couldn't really spare the five ninety-five a minute to chat privately with any of them, but it was sometimes fun to talk with the girls for free, and, in a weird way, it was sort of good practice for those rare occasions when he had an actual date. Besides, it was always worth a few yuks to see how stupid some of the other guys were with their begging and whining. 

Clicking through to the membership page, he watched as the pics of the girls who were online flashed onto his screen, Rosette, DreamGirl, BluLove, SabrinaX, Kiaraa, HeatFantasy, XXBeautyXX, 42DDMelons, DarkAngel, WetAmber, SexyPrincess ... hmmm, this last one was new and, like a wolf smelling fresh meat, he clicked on her image. Huh, what do you know? A really nice looking brunette with curly hair and a really decent body, wearing a lacy black bra, tiny little matching panties, dark stockings and heels, lying on her belly typing on a laptop that lay almost off screen. She had a fresh clean look, not cheap and tacky like so many of the other girls. The background looked pretty exotic though, with deep lush romantic colors and lit candles, almost like a movie set. As she typed and looked back up to the screen, she smiled a sweet sexy smile that instantly caught his eye, so he began to type. 

GuyHouston: hell-ooo, princess 

SexyPrincess: hello Guy 

GuyHouston: you're new aren't you? 

SexyPrincess: yes this is my first night 

GuyHouston: can i be the first to say that you are looking lovely tonight 

SexyPrincess: thank you, Guy 

GuyHouston: so how do you like it so far? 

SexyPrincess: I dunno ... seems like fun I guess 

GuyHouston: so where are you located? 

SexyPrincess: umm, not supposed to say 

GuyHouston: come on, you can tell me 

SexyPrincess: that's against the rules 

GuyHouston: i won't tell anyone ... where are you from? 

SexyPrincess: from heaven 

GuyHouston: lol nice answer ... you look like it and god must be bummed out that you escaped down here ... you're very pretty 

SexyPrincess: thank you, Guy 

And so the next few minutes progressed. Several other guys logged on and began to chat, many asking her the same repetitive questions, her age and location, whether she was shaved or trimmed, and then mostly requesting or demanding her to show off her tits, ass, or pussy. There were a few who inquired about her favorite sexual position, asked to see her feet, or more boldly asked her to finger herself. She seemed hesitant and shy, and more than a little put off by the gross nature of some of the questions or demands, and the overall unfeeling attitude of the chatters. 

Xavier: show me tits!!! 

SexyPrincess: you know the rules, show me respect 

Xavier: show me tits!!!!!!!! 

SexyPrincess: show me respect, show yourself respect 

Xavier: show meeeee tiiitttsss!!! 

SexyPrincess: take me private and I'll show you everything! 

Xavier: tits!!! tits!!! tits!!!! tiiiiiiiiittttttssss!!!! 

SexyPrincess: idiottttttttt!!!!!!!! 

Guy decided to enter into the fray. 

GuyHouston: hey guys, give the lady a little respect 

SexyPrincess: thank you, Guy 

GuyHouston: np, some guys have no class 

SexyPrincess: too bad for them, can't they see that I am worth it 

Guy saw a little smile flicker on her lips as she looked back to the camera and rolled onto her side. He liked the way her breasts nearly fell out of the bra and the trim curves of her tummy that lead down to the sheer panties. 

GuyHouston: you certainly are worth it 

SexyPrincess: so who is interested in seeing more?? 

JustMe: show me feet plzzzzzz! 

SexyPrincess: don't you want to see more than my feet, honey?? 

GuyHouston: hmmm, you make it sound pretty interesting, princess 

SexyPrincess: you seem like a nice enough guy, I would make it more than interesting 

GuyHouston: hmmm 

JustMe: feets plzzzz 

JustMe: show feet and i take you private 

GuyHouston: don't listen to him, princess, promises, promises 

SexyPrincess: lol, Guy, so I've heard 

Xavier: tits, pleaazzzzzzz just one peak ok???? 

SexyPrincess: I'll show you everything if you click into my private room 

Guy felt sorry for the cute girl on her first night, so he thought, 'Maybe this would be fun.' Without another thought, he anteed up and bought some time, enough for a twenty-minute show, and then clicked through to where her webcam image was doubled in size and he could talk with her privately. She seemed excited to see someone purchase a private show, but looked more than a little nervous, as if unsure about what he would request. 

GuyHouston: hello 

SexyPrincess: Hi 

GuyHouston: i wanted to spare you for a while from the beggars 

SexyPrincess: that's okay ... so what do you want me to do?? 

GuyHouston: what are you up to doing? 

SexyPrincess: I don't know ... this is my first time 

SexyPrincess: hehe 

GuyHouston: oh boy! a virgin! 

SexyPrincess: yeah! hehe 

GuyHouston: why don't you put on some music, something you like, something that you can move to 

SexyPrincess: so you want me to dance for you?? 

GuyHouston: yeah! a special sexy dance!!! 

The girl scampered off the bed and disappeared for a moment only to return smiling. 

SexyPrincess: that helps, thank you ... so is that your real name?? 

GuyHouston: sort of ... guy is my real name and i live in houston, sooo ... what's yours? 

SexyPrincess: SexyPrincess 

SexyPrincess: what did you think?? 

GuyHouston: lol ... i deserved that ... so why don't you make yourself comfortable? 

SexyPrincess: I'm lying on my bed, that's pretty comfortable 

GuyHouston: but you are wearing that tight confining underwear 

SexyPrincess: oh, yeah ... hehe 

He watched as she got up onto her knees and reached around very matter-of-factly to unhook her bra. Guy's fingers flew to the keyboard. 

GuyHouston: whoa! whoa! whoa! not so fast! 

SexyPrincess: oh, okay ... what?? 

GuyHouston: try it slow and sexy, ok 

SexyPrincess: um, right, like a strip tease?? 

GuyHouston: yeah, just like that 

SexyPrincess: okay, thanks for being so helpful and understanding 

GuyHouston: no problem ... this is fun breaking in a virgin 

Guy looked on as she began to run her hands over her body. At first she seemed uncomfortable with touching herself. Maybe she was a real-life virgin too. But as she continued, moving her hands over her breasts, then down over her tummy and belly and around to her butt, she seemed to relax and get into it. 

She began to play with her bra, slipping the narrow little straps down off her shoulders, fondling her breasts through the cups, tossing her hair over her back. With each movement, she seemed to grow sexier, bolder, and more excited. If he wasn't mistaken, he could see the tips of her breasts begin to show through the cups of her bra. Guy typed in his encouragement and each comment seemed to incite her to become bolder. 

GuyHouston: that's it! very sexy! 

GuyHouston: mmmm, very sexy! 

GuyHouston: take your time princess ... take your time ... 

He rubbed a hand over his crotch and felt his cock growing firm inside his jeans. "Gonna have to do something about this," he said aloud to himself, pulling at his zipper. Just then she began to lean forward, her breasts nearly overflowing her bra, and reached behind her back. She looked into the camera and licked her lips. "Oh fuck! This IS going to be fun!" he said to himself as he pulled his jeans open and took his cock into his hand. 

GuyHouston: oh fuck baby! 

She paused to type with her bra still fastened but nearly falling away from her body. 

SexyPrincess: you like?? 

GuyHouston: mmm, don't stop, honey, you're beautiful!!!!! 

* * * 

Ricky Pratt sat confidently on the bar chair as he looked down along the sleek mahogany bar of the Local Brew Company. He grinned when glancing upon at the empty chair beside him, vacated for just a few minutes by the sweetest, sexiest girl he had taken out in a month. Her supple leather jacket was draped over the seat back and her half-filled Cosmo sat on the cushy cocktail napkin awaiting her return. Veronica Taylor was every bit of five feet ten inches of blue-eyed blonde beauty. Her every feature, the high-rounded cheekbones, the dazzlingly perfect smile, the sweet dimples when she smiled, and a shapely full-breasted body mortal men only dream of all broadened his grin. 

He had met her during a photo shoot for Dymazon, an important big client of his ad agency. He and his favorite copywriter had come up with a terrific ad program for Dymazon's new lycra-like fabric that would feature a pretty model in various outfits from string bikinis to executive women's wear. When Veronica first walked through the agency's door, Ricky knew without a doubt that she was the girl for the campaign. Throughout the shoots, she had looked mouth-wateringly gorgeous wearing everything in which they had dressed her. And now that the shooting had been wrapped up and the ad campaign was ready to run, Ricky sat smugly thinking of what it will be like to finally undress her. 

Their date had gone so well, dinner at Cabot's, dancing at the Sixth Street Ballroom, and now a nightcap at the Local Brew. Ricky was feeling so confident, not like the last date he had had with a pretty model. This time he had remembered his best jokes and Veronica had laughed so sweetly. Since she didn't know how to speak French, he had ordered dinner for her and she seemed impressed by his smooth proficiency. They had fast danced with great energy, and slow danced very romantically. He knew that her place wasn't far away and thoughts of what would happen next danced in his head. 

Then his eyes caught her strolling back from the restroom, her tall slender body sheathed in a silk dress of shimmering aqua that complimented her eyes perfectly. Her hair was freshly brushed and buoyant, her firm round breasts bobbing ever so slightly beneath the sleek fabric of her dress. 'Oh, yes!' Ricky thought as he felt a sexy tingle spread from his belly to his thighs and chest. 'Oh, god, yes! ' Veronica slipped back onto her bar chair and smiled at him. 

"So?" Ricky said, sipping his Johnny Walker Black. 

"So," she answered, lifting her Cosmo and drinking. 

"So what are you up for doing now?" he asked, keeping his voice deep and low. 

"Actually, I'd like you to take me home," she said finishing her drink. 

"I can do that," he said downing the last of his Johnny W and trying to suppress his eagerness. 

"You know, this has been really nice," she said slipping a long slender arm into her jacket. Ricky stood and took hold of the jacket to help her slip it on. "Thanks," she said with a polite little smile. "You are a really great guy, cute and funny," she said standing beside him. "But you know, I'm not sure that anything will come of it." 

"What? What do you mean?" he asked, stopping in his tracks just as he was about to lead the way to the door. 

"You're really nice, but I..." She paused. "I just don't feel any sparks, you know. No electricity." 

"B-b-but, I thought..." he stammered. "Doesn't cute and funny count for something?" 

"Ricky. My brother is cute and funny but that doesn't mean I'll sleep with him," she said, smiling politely. "I just don't want to give you the wrong idea. I had a really great time working for you. This is going to be great for my career-for our careers, but that's all it is. Nothing personal." 

She hadn't. He had given himself a few ideas, but as he felt his heart sink in his chest, Ricky smiled and took her arm. "Then I'll take you home." He did and was rewarded with a quick smooch on his cheek. 

"Don't bother getting out," she said before slipping from the cab. "I'm glad you understand, Ricky. Good luck!" 

And then she walked out of his life. Oh sure, he watched her every footstep up to the apartment building doorway, letting the sway of her ass swishing underneath the light aqua silk burn itself indelibly into his memory, and then waited a few moments more before telling the cabdriver to pull away, feeling his heart fall apart as it sank deeper into his gut. 'Fuck! Shit, fuck, and god-dammed!' Ricky thought. 'What's wrong with chicks nowadays? What's wrong with me? They say they want a certain someone, but when they find him, they decide they don't want him. Fuck! No sparks? If she had invited him in she would have been seeing sparks, guaranteed!' 

He smacked the seat beside him, still warm from her sweet little ass. Maybe he should have ordered that extra drink instead of trying to keep sober... just in case. No matter, there was a bottle waiting for him at home. And coming home he poured a tall one, light on the ice. As he took a sip, he glared at his reflection in the mirror that hung over the liquor cabinet. 'I'm not a bad looking guy,' he thought. Tall, muscular, handsome face with dimples, intense green bedroom eyes. Why didn't Veronica go for him? 'Her fucking loss, that's all.' 

On his way to the couch he stopped at his desk and decided to check his email. What the hell else was there to do? He sat and jiggled the mouse to wake up his laptop. Maybe his comrade-in-arms, Glenn, had sent him an update on the final details of their campaign. Or maybe not. His email box was loaded. 'Look at all this crap!' Free Viagra samples-delete! Penis patches-delete! Online pharmaceuticals-delete! Cheap mortgage refinancing-delete! Hot sorority girls taking big black cocks up their asses-delete!! Just what he wanted to spend the night checking out tonight! Fuck! 

As he went down the list deleting left and right, he paused, thinking that the sender of the last message he had just jettisoned looked familiar. Was that Glenn's address or Doug's maybe? Shit! He went to the deleted items folder and scrolled through until he saw what had caught his eye. Nah, it wasn't Glenn's or Dougie's email addy. He took a sip of Johnny W and clicked back to the inbox but a pop up appeared. Damn! He pressed Alt F4 and another one appeared. "Fuck, I hate this!" he said aloud as he pressed Alt F4 several times as the popups persisted. I have to get a better firewall, he thought. Then they suddenly stopped and he cleared them all until the last one was crowding his display. There was a picture of a sexy girl who looked more than a little like Veronica wearing a sweet smile and a black lacy baby doll outfit. 

Live Girls Now!!! 

"Talk to a live nude girl now for free! No membership charges, ever!" proclaimed the flashing text. "Yeah, right!" Ricky said out loud but then he laughed. "What the fuck!" 

His curiosity had gotten the better of him. Ricky clicked on the go button and a grid filled up with pictures of the girls captioned by their names. Enchantra, SexyCharlotte, Exxtasy, DreamGirl, Jazzmin, Alexandrah, Cherie, SexyPrincess, lots of Sexy(fill in the blank) ... they all looked pretty hot in the thumbnail pictures. Jazzmin, a smoldering redhead, looked very sexy, so he clicked on her image. When her live camera shot appeared, Ricky cringed. Nah, kind of chubby with cheap whorish makeup. How about Cherie, a sweet little blonde? Oh my god, he thought when she showed up live. Bony with small saggy tits and wearing weird-looking, ill-fitting undies. 'This is sick,' Ricky thought, 'I'm not going to waste my time with this shit!' 

But another picture caught his eye with the caption, SexyPrincess, an exotic looking brunette (or was that red hair?) with ice blue eyes. What the fuck? Maybe just one more, he conceded, then clicked on her icon and her live image popped onto his screen. She was sprawled across a deep maroon satin bed spread wearing a very sexy purple lace bra, matching g-string, lace top thigh highs and heels, with a laptop resting nearby. 'Now this is more like it!' Ricky thought. Her long thick wavy hair was cascading over her shoulders as she tapped at her keyboard. Ricky began to read the chat box. 

LongThickMan: show me your tits pleeeeezzzzzzzzzzzz! 

HornyGuy68: i think i love you 

FetishDude: u have white panty pleees white panty!!!!!!! 

SexyPrincess: show me your wallet, Thick 

FetishDude: white panty!!!! white panty!!!!! 

SexyPrincess: Do you have something against black, Fetish? What's wrong with these?? 

Then SexyPrincess glided her hand down over her belly, her fingers disappearing underneath the sheer purple lace of her panty. She looked directly at the camera and Ricky felt a twinge of arousal. There was something in the look of her ice blue eyes, in her sultry sexy smile, in the way her breasts nearly overflowed the tiny bra, in the way she touched herself that grabbed him. 'Oh my god!' he thought. 'This girl is beautiful! What the fuck is she doing on a website like this?' She was a lovely natural beauty with the clearest smoothest creamy skin, a full sensuous figure, and a terrific pair of bright eyes. She should be modeling or in the movies or something! 

KidRock: hey, baby! show mee ur asss! 

SexyPrincess: Where were you a minute ago, Kid?? I was on all fours, hon

KidRock: cume on! just one peake at ur ass and i'll by a privte show! 

SexyPrincess: You can do better than that, Kid ... use your imagination and try typing with both hands 

Then Ricky decided to type something. He felt nervous as he typed and had to correct three mistakes before pressing the Enter key. 

Guest15815: hello sexyprincess! how are you feeling tonight? 

HornyGuy68: lol fresh meat princess! 

SexyPrincess: hello Guest ... I'm feeling great ; ) welcome to my room!!

FetishDude: white panty!!!! white panty!!!! white panty!!!!! ppppplllleeeezzzzzz!!!!!! 

Swifty: hello baby!! 

SexyPrincess smiled broadly and sat up. She brushed her hair back and fluffed it out sensuously. Her movement had altered the lighting on her enough to show off the auburn highlights of her hair. This time the picture on the intro screen hadn't lied. This girl was gorgeous! 

SexyPrincess: Hello Jim!! I've missed you!! :P 

Swifty: not for long baby!! 

She began to type and looked at the camera, tilting her head to the side, letting her long dark hair fall over her right shoulder and tumble down to cover over her breast. 'My god, this girl is beautiful!' Ricky thought. 'Oh my god!' Then the window showing her webcam image shrank down to half sized and grew a little fuzzy. 'What the fuck? Just my luck for my system to fuck up right now!' 

HornyGuy68: oh boy! private time! must be swifty again ... he's in love with her 

GuyHouston: yeah! he buys time with her like he's a millionaire! 

HornyGuy68: a fool and his money ... lol 

GuyHouston: a girl has to eat you know, hornyguy 

HornyGuy68: well, she is the best 

GuyHouston: u got that right! for a newbie, she shot right to the top of the list! 

While the other viewers carried on their own little conversation, narrating and speculating on the fuzzy image of the private show, Ricky sipped his Johnny W and sat and watched as SexyPrincess appeared to chat for a minute or two. Then she began to do a slow sexy strip tease, taking her time to show off her body as she peeled each garment away from her body. Watching as she stripped off her flimsy little bra and revealed her perfect natural breasts and teased her nipples to the peak of erection, Ricky felt his body respond, growing warm while his cock grew hard. He squinted at his laptop screen and watched as she continued, with her hands moving to down to fiddle with her g-string, pulling it taut against her mound. 'Jesus! Why can't I meet a girl like this?' 




The Girl Next Door



* * * 

With strands of early morning sunlight streaming in through the lush curtains of her room, Kellie stood, poised before the mirror, her hands smoothing over the dark navy jacket of her suit. She always wore dark suits to work, either navy or black. Nothing dramatic or faddish like Heather and the rest of her coworkers. She stuck to the good ole classics that had always served her so well in her profession. Her hands adjusted the collar of her crisp white blouse making sure it was perfectly aligned. She sprayed a spritz of perfume to the pale flesh of her throat and a little upon her wrists and the pulse points of her neck. One of Kellie's vain indulgences was expensive perfume. It made her feel daring in a secretive way. Her tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses were perched primly upon her nose as she finished pinning her lustrous dark auburn tresses into a tight chignon at the nape of her neck. Why did her hair have to be so untamed? Why couldn't it be so silky and straight like Heather's? Finally, with her panty-hosed feet safely tucked into the comfort of the matching navy heels, she was ready to go. Kellie, your friendly neighborhood bank teller was reborn for another day at the trusty old Bailey Brothers Savings and Loan. There were no traces of who she had been or what she had done the night before. 

Kellie hurried out of her apartment, locking the door behind her. She made her way towards the elevator at the end of the hall. It was usually very quiet during the early morning hours, her footsteps hushed by the cushy carpeting. Her mid-town apartment building wasn't overly crowded. Some career-minded single people, a pair of older seniors, and only one family of three. Kellie could tell you the name of her neighbors, their occupations, much of their life history, but very few of them knew much about Kellie. She was the polite, well-mannered girl who worked at the bank two blocks from the apartment. The majority of them banked with her company. 

She passed the door on her right as she walked by. Mr. Arnold Lewis. Real estate agent. He had moved in six months ago after he and his wife divorced. Real sweet older gentleman. 

On the left, Mr. Charles and Annie Mae Carter. They were high school sweethearts, on the verge of celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary. They invited Kellie over to dinner at least once a month. 

On the right again, Milan Sanchez, jet setting model. She kept the apartment just to have a place to crash for a day or two between jobs. Kellie and Milan had actually become "friends". Yet it was a clearly one-sided friendship, with Kellie taking care of Milan's place while she was traveling, which was almost all the time. 

Then across the hall from Milan, Ricky Pratt. Handsome, big time advertising guy. He was normally polite when they stumbled across each other in the hall, although he barely noticed her. He was probably in the same fraternity as Ross Byner, the one populated by great looking men who were after great looking women. Kellie figured he would probably make a good match for Milan because he had never given her a second glance. 

Finally she made it to the elevator, her slender fingers finding the down button. Waiting for the arrival of the elevator, she sighed softly contemplating her day. Then there was the muffled sound of rushing footsteps. A man in a hurry she thought. Her eyes closed recalling whom it might be coming from that direction. 

* * * 

Still in a fog from the night before, Ricky tumbled out from his apartment toward the elevator. He was already running late for his breakfast meeting with his contact from St. Claire Industries. He had almost turned the corner by the elevator when he realized that he had forgotten the file he had thrown together to prep for the meeting. 

'Damn!' He ran back to his apartment and retrieved the file. 'Fuck! Now I'm another two minutes late! That's what I get for staying up so late watching some beautiful young woman masturbate online! What a god-damned fool I am!' With a chuckle, he hustled to the elevator but still couldn't wash the image of SexyPrincess from his mind. He had been mesmerized by the sensuous and erotic way she had touched herself and he had grown so intensely aroused from watching her. Even his dreams had been filled with erotic flashes of her body, her smile, and her eyes. 

Ricky rounded the corner and stepped up to the elevator. Standing there was... oh, what's her name, who lived down the hall... the Bank Chick... Kellie, 'Yeah, I think that's her name.' He remembered seeing her nameplate by the window a few times when he had banked his paycheck, but always remembered her as the Bank Chick. She always looked so... so... so plain, always dressing so ordinarily, with her hair pulled back severely and the big eyeglasses. Not like her girl friend who lived across the hall from him that he had seen her hanging out with, that hot model chick, Milan, and certainly not like his new-found Internet fantasy girl SexyPrincess. 

"Hi," Ricky said politely when the Bank Chick glanced over at him. He reached out and pressed the down button even though it was already lit. Stepping away from the elevator door, his mind bounded back to SexyPrincess and the sensuous way she had licked her lips and dipped her hand inside her panties. 'I'll bet the guys are all over her in real life. And oh, the things I would do to that sexy body of hers!' 

"Hi," the Bank Chick answered softly. "Why do people always do that?" 

"Huh?" Ricky said, tugged out of his dream by her question. "Sorry, I'm sort of distracted this morning. What did you say?" 

"I asked why people always press the button even though it's already lit." She smiled at him shyly. 

"I dunno," he replied with a nervous laugh. "Force of habit or something. Just want to make sure it's pressed all the way." He noticed the way she looked at him, probably thinking the worst of him. Oh well, it's not like he was really interested in her. He pictured her coming home and slipping into a big fuzzy bathrobe and bunny slippers and curling up with a thick self-help book. Not like Milan or SexyPrincess. 

The bell rang and the elevator door opened. Ricky reached in and held the door back gentlemanly so that she could pass inside. An older woman moved to the back corner as the Bank Chick and he got in. They stood silently side-by-side as the door closed and the car began to descend. The older woman was grinning in their direction, obviously misreading the situation. 

Ricky became aware that the Bank Chick was glancing at him from the corner of her eye and when he returned the glance she smiled weakly. He took a deep breath. At least her perfume wasn't frumpy; it had a very lush expensive scent, certainly not an old lady perfume like the old broad in the corner was wearing. 

The elevator car slowed and stopped at the ground floor. Again, he reached his arm through and held the door open so that the ladies could exit safely. He felt the Bank Chick brush against his arm as she moved past, mouthing a soft, "Thank you." Then he moved out himself and followed the two women through the lobby and out the front door. 

"Would you like me to call for your car, Mr. Pratt?" the doorman called out to Ricky. 

"No, thanks, Leonard." Ricky replied. "I'm meeting a client at Strumpet's over on 52nd street for breakfast. That's only a couple of blocks and close enough to walk." 

"A 'power breakfast' again this morning, sir?" Leonard inquired with a straight face. "Third time this week." Leonard was a friendly middle-aged black man with a medium complexion and a trace of freckles who was always dressed in a clean crisp uniform. In the old days he might have stood his post outside at the door, greeting residents and their guests. But with modern security measures he presided behind a semi-circular desk arrayed with monitors and remote lock switches. Still his friendly demeanor never failed to bring a smile to all but the most pickled faces. He knew everyone and everyone in the building knew him. 

"Of course ... what else?" Ricky answered with a hearty laugh. 

"Just be careful of the hi-carbs," Leonard warned. "Very out of fashion these days!" 

Ricky laughed again and turned in the direction of the restaurant. At the crosswalk, he found himself standing beside the Bank Chick again. Then he realized that Strumpet's was in the same block as her bank, an interesting coincidence. Oh well, it was a beautiful morning out and he had lingering visions of a beautiful sexy girl dancing in his head, and he hoped to have them there all day. 

* * * 

Fumbling through a few items within her purse, Kellie halted at the crosswalk, finally looking upwards after giving up on finding the stamp for her letter. Looking to her right impatiently and then to her left she observed her deadly handsome neighbor, Ricky Pratt, standing beside her. He was smiling nicely, the faint indentations of his dimples highlighted by the early morning sun. He had the most serene look on his face. Probably the net result of a tawdry liaison with some leggy uptown girl. He was so tall and well built with broad shoulders, thick chest, and narrow hips. His hair was a sandy brown, light and wavy, his eyes were green and deep. She didn't want to appear obnoxious by staring at him but having never been this close to him, she couldn't help it. Nice round cheekbones and an engaging smile always melted her. But this one was just like Ross Byner. They were probably fraternity brothers. 

"Guess we're headed the same way this morning," Kellie said softly, smiling warmly at her handsome neighbor. Her cheeks nearly blanched pink as she thought of his deadly good looks. She scolded herself for being silly enough to be taken in by his striking good looks. Then the light changed, her heel dropped from the curb and before she knew it, they crossed the street together and conversation was rising to her lips with surprising ease. "Have you met Milan, yet? The girl who lives across the hall from you?" 

"I've run into her once or twice," Ricky replied with mild surprise tingeing his voice. "You two are friends, aren't you?" He shot an interested look her way. 

"Yes," Kellie answered quickly. "Yes, we hang out together. Often. Well, as often as her work allows." 

"Thought I had seen you two leaving the building a couple times." 

"Maybe you have," Kellie remarked with a grin. "Milan is quite the club girl." 

Surprisingly their small talk continued as she stepped up the curb upon the other side of the street to put the blur of passing traffic behind them. 

"She's some kind of fashion model, isn't she?" Ricky asked. 

He had a great voice, deep and resonant with just a slight sexy rasp. Kellie could listen to him all day and had to stifle the urge to think of him as more than a neighbor. This thought was confirmed when his eyes glanced toward her and seemed to look through her, past her, as if looking for someone else. 

"Yes, she is," Kellie answered. "A Ford Model." 

"Figures," her handsome neighbor replied with a self-satisfied smirk. "What else do girls like her do in New York?" 

Kellie's smile curled her lips again, brilliant and just bursting with a sudden impulse. "Say, would you like to have dinner with us sometime? Milan and myself? Maybe you could bring a friend?" Kellie knew it was bold and Milan would probably kill her, but she had already mentioned to Milan that she thought the two of them would make a good match and now here was the chance. She also knew that Milan would be back in town by Wednesday. "How about Wednesday at 7? Can you make it? Please say you can... I guarantee you'll enjoy yourself. Besides we should all get to know our neighbors!" She laughed softly at her own silly wisdom. 

Kellie halted outside of the bank as she awaited his answer. She still had a few moments before she needed to be at her teller's window. Her glittering sky blue eyes locked upon his, hoping for an affirmative answer. 

* * * 

"Wednesday at 7, you say?" Ricky replied suddenly intrigued by the possibilities of having dinner with Milan Sanchez. He did have that late meeting with the Morgan Group to go over their second quarter campaign, but that should be done by five or six at the latest. "Yeah, I can swing that. You sure that Milan can make it? I heard that she was out of town." 

"I know," replied the Bank Chick with a soft smile and trace of a giggle. "She's always out of town. But she'll be back by then, I'm sure of it." 

"Great! Sounds like a fun way to get to know one another," Ricky replied. 

Even with the bitter taste of rejection still on his tongue from his abortive date with Veronica Taylor, his thoughts immediately turned to Milan, whose reputation as a hot, go-to model was legendary. He remembered the first time he had seen her swooping into their building, flirting with Leonard the doorman, who had subsequently tipped Ricky off as to who she was and other pertinent details. Then there was the last time, when he had seen her and the Bank Chick leaving to go out clubbing, and how absolutely smokin' she looked in a strappy little top and snug hip hugging pants. Maybe this was meant to be or something... Kismet, fate, something. Maybe she would be as hot and sexy as the SexyPrincess he had seen online. He could only hope. "Say, do you know where she's been?" 

"Barbados for a swimsuit photo shoot," the Bank Chick answered. "Before that a fashion layout in Italy and southern France." 

"Tough job," Ricky laughed. 

"Maybe tougher than you think," the Bank Chick answered. "From what she tells me." 

"Well, I'm in advertising and work with models all the time," Ricky said. "It isn't the easy work that many people seem to think it is." 

"A lot of times there's more to any job than meets the eye," the Bank Chick replied. 

"Like yours I suppose," Ricky said, looking over at her closely as she nodded and smiled shyly. This had probably been more conversation than they had ever shared before, certainly more than he ever intended. She seemed pleasant enough. Smart too, and if she could provide a tasty entrée to the love of his life, then it was more than worth it playing nice with her. 

"Well, speaking of it, here's my bank," said the Bank Chick as they neared the door to her branch office. "I hope you have a great day." 

"Yeah, thanks," Ricky replied. "You too... oh, and thanks for the dinner invite!" 

The Bank Chick smiled sweetly, wiggled her fingers in a cute little wave, then turned and walked through the heavy brass revolving door. Beneath the stiff fabric of her skirted suit, his eyes caught the sway of her ass as she disappeared into the bank. Not a bad shape entirely. Maybe with a little makeover or a few glasses of wine she might loosen up. Nah! Too much work with no guarantee. Besides his mind was more attracted to the prospect of meeting Milan Sanchez over dinner in a couple of days, up close and personal. If that didn't work out there was always the online SexyPrincess. Ricky glanced at his Rolex. Strumpet's was just around the corner and he had five minutes to spare before his breakfast meeting. Life is good, life is sweet! 

Part 2 

Kellie Andrews's workday had been uneventful but passed quickly. She watched the clock as the bronzed hands clicked down the last seconds until five o'clock. She smiled and waved goodbye to her coworkers as she glided out of the heavy brass revolving door of the bank onto the street. It was only Monday and already she was itching to be free of the constraints of her job, responsibilities and just be herself. She fell into the flow of the sidewalk and lost herself for the few minutes it took to walk home. She grinned at the thought that spending another evening as SexyPrincess could help her relax. Kellie laughed as she waved to Leonard poised behind the security desk. 

"Good day, Miss Kellie?" he grinned as she placed a fleeting kiss upon his cheek. 

"It was good enough, Leonard. How was yours?" 

"Nothing special. Although, Ms. Sanchez did fly in and out in an awful hurry. She said to tell you she was booked for a last minute shoot in Belize and wouldn't be back home for two weeks." 

Kellie's face fell flat as Leonard shared the news. 

"Are you kidding, Leonard? Just when I had planned a way for Mr. Pratt and Milan to meet!" She began to laugh nervously, tossing her hands into the air, "Well, there goes dinner." 

She grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled a note upon it. 

Plans for dinner have changed. Give me a call at 241-8957 or stop by. Thanks! Kellie 

"Leonard, if you wouldn't mind, when Mr. Pratt arrives, could you make sure he gets this?" 

"Absolutely, Kellie. You know, I'd be willing to be a stand-in if you need help evening out the numbers for your dinner with Miss Sanchez." 

Kellie shook her head, admonishing the kindly doorman. "Behave, Leonard." And with that she disappeared into the elevator. 

Kellie noticed amongst her mail was another check from Live Girls Now!!! Her first had been for a few hundred dollars. She had banked half of it and spent the other half on upgrading her lingerie drawer and splurging on some ridiculously expensive European perfume. Each week seemed to bring a larger check, the apparent result of her growing popularity. Maybe those skinny perfect cheerleader types had the boys flocking around them at the clubs and raves, but she had all that and a little something else to take to the bank. 

Upon first signing up, she had felt ill at ease, almost afraid that she'd become some sort of cheap online whore selling her charms to the highest bidder. But a few weeks into it, Kellie didn't feel like a whore inside; besides she wasn't selling her virtue, only a virtual image of it. And with each successive evening, she grew more relaxed and discovered that she could be in charge, she could be in control for once, she could set all the rules, and if the guys didn't like it, she could tell them to fuck off, literally. And if she was just going to end up going home alone and masturbating, why not pick up some sort of compensation to go along with the satisfaction? 

With her last check Kellie had gone out and bought a new camera, one with a higher quality lens and a remote control that she could use to zoom in and out and pan all around her room if she wanted. That improvement alone had increased the number of visitors and lengthened their private shows. Her wicked little secret life as SexyPrincess had brought her many nights of sexual fulfillment and had ensured that her private life was no longer endlessly boring. 

Three hours later, following dinner, her transformation was complete. Kellie knelt upon her bed, thighs split wide, hands covering the swell of her breasts. Glistening oil-slathered flesh peeked between her splayed fingers as she squeezed her full heavy globes. She laughed wildly as she rolled her hips, feeling the hum of the buzzing toy nestled so deep into the channel of her heat. Damp velvet walls clenched upon the small egg-shaped vibrator as the thin blue satin of her panties held it inside. Ribbons upon ribbons of dark auburn hair fell down the curve of her bare back as she swung her head back and forth. 

averageJoe: ride that toy, baby! 

hornyinhonolulu: omg...you're fucking gorgeous! 

Supporting her breasts with one arm, attempting to conceal her hardened nipples, Kellie reached down to peck at her keyboard. 

SexyPrincess: okay guys ... who's ready for a hot private?? Don't make me get dressed again!! 

hornyinhonolulu: i'm ready bb! 

averageJoe: no $ = no pvt :( 

MichiganMan: princess..i'm about to..fuckkkk... 

Kellie's chest heaved as her breathing labored and burned her lungs. Then her screen flashed as one of her many fans had clicked into a private show. MichiganMan. She wasn't surprised in the least, since he had visited her room several times before. Her hands slid down from her breasts down over the plane of her belly till finally her fingers fluttered over the swollen nodule of her panty-covered clit. The swift motion caused the sweetest of twinges to pulsate through her body. Her arms squeezed her glistening breasts together, her taut and erect nipples throbbing with each heartbeat. Her head dropped forth, spilling her hair forward, vivid blue eyes peering at the camera before a kittenish smile flashed upon her saliva moistened lips. 




The Girl Next Door



The first time I ever laid eyes on Ashley I was attracted to her. And not just in a physical sense either. Sure, she was easy to look at, beautiful in fact. But there was something about the way she smiled at me the first time we ever noticed one another that told me this was a woman I truly wanted to come to know better.

Ashley had just started work for the company that was next door to where I worked. For several days we would sometimes bump into one another, say "hello", but it was never really more than that in the beginning.

Like I said, just seeing her, seeing that warm welcoming smile in the morning put a hitch in my giddy-up! An attractive blonde with eyes that could make you melt whenever she looked at you, it was hard not to focus on another of her more attractive features. Ashley was very well endowed! The fact that she had fairly large breasts was simply icing on the cake as far as I was concerned. More than enough to make any man drool over, but I was careful to always wipe my mouth off whenever I saw her before she knew I was drooling!

As the days passed we became more and more friendly with one another, taking the time to learn about one another, eventually even going to lunch together on occasion where we began to share even more. There was very little we couldn't or wouldn't discuss, which was extremely refreshing. To learn that Ashley and I shared similar interests, were both pretty open minded about life in general, which included a few sexual topics we'd allowed ourselves to explore in discussion with one another, made for an interesting friendship.

Though I had certainly entertained some fairly lusty thoughts regarding her, I'd managed to keep most of those to myself. Sure, we flirted, joked and teased one another on occasion, something we both enjoyed doing. But I knew it was nothing more than that. Simple sometimes naughty fun between friends. 

One particular afternoon we'd gone to lunch together. Ashley wanted to stop by her house briefly to pick up something as I tagged along. Showing me around, introducing me to her adorable Jack Russell terriers, we spent a few moments together until it was time to leave. Quite by accident, I had stood figuring Ashley was going one way, and I another. As it turned out, we all but collided with the firmness of those beautiful breasts coming into direct contact with one hand while I made a feeble attempt to regain my balance, reaching out and accidentally brushing against the front of her chest. Embarrassed initially, I didn't really know what to say, quickly lowering my hand and apologizing to her. Ashley merely laughed, easing my discomfort.

"See? I told you, they really are real!" she said teasingly. "I never doubted they weren't!" I replied still feeling the warmth bathing my cheeks. "Though I'll be the first to admit Ashley, I'd love to actually see them one day."

The truth was, I doubted I ever would. But we were now close enough that I also knew a comment like that wouldn't chase her away or cause her to run screaming into the night either.

"Oh you would, would you?" she asked with that disarming smile of hers chasing away all worry and fear that I'd overstepped any boundaries here.

"Yeah, I really would."

"You don't think I'd do it do you?" she teased back once again.

Ashley was great at teasing me to death. Something we enjoyed doing more often than not. But I had no doubt that this was all it was. One of our fun banters back and forth that though suggestive, certainly fun and exciting, wasn't really going anywhere or leading towards anything.

I laughed with her. "Sure Ashley, you'd actually show me your boobs," I said with ever-growing confidence that she never would of course.

Before I was even aware of what she was doing, Ashley had lifted the lightweight sweater she'd been wearing, along with her bra. In the next instant, I was staring at the most beautiful, firm pair of breasts I had ever seen! Perfectly molded, beautifully shaped, each capped with a gorgeous light brown nipple. I was so stunned, I am sure I must have looked like an idiot standing there. Not only were her breasts wonderfully large, but so were each of those erect firm nipples.

"Oh my God Ashley!" I finally managed to breath. She was grinning. "Well, they certainly look real!" I stated appreciatively.

"I assure you Mat, they are! Go ahead, see for yourself," she added. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, or just heard. "Really?"

Ashley simply smiled and I felt myself melting into the floor before her. It was all I could do to take the two steps necessary to get close enough. When I finally did, I tentatively extended a single finger, placing just the tip of it on one of her hard swollen buds.

"Hmmm," she moaned softly.

Only then did I allow myself the incredible pleasure of actually reaching up, cupping each of those exquisite treasures within my hands. 

Ashley was soft, wonderfully so. Yet so firm, so deliciously full, pliant and tender. Her flesh felt warm to the touch, and I found myself palming each of her luscious breasts, feeling the hard taut nubbins of her breasts pressed against the palm of each hand as I stood there hoping I wasn't about to waken from some dream I'd been having.

True, we were only friends, albeit good ones. Very good ones. But never in a million years would I have guessed that Ashley would have allowed me the privilege of standing here like I was, caressing and gently fondling her near perfect boobs. Which is also when I kissed her. It just seemed natural at the moment, and no doubt unexpected for either one of us. At first, she sort of flinched away though not quite distancing herself enough from me to force me to relinquish the twin prizes I'd been admiring.

Which is when she suddenly kissed me back.

It was a light, gentle exploratory kiss. Nothing to initially suggest the heat of passion I was now experiencing. That first was quick, brief, and oh so soft. When I once again leaned in closer to her, kissing her again, this time she met me halfway, though perhaps more than halfway as her chest trapped my hands against my own, forcing me to withdraw them from her breasts. I quickly encircled her waist, one hand resting on the small of her back, the other on the nape of her neck as we came together. This time our lips and tongues teasingly explored one another, playfully yet erotically, as we allowed the passion of that kiss to escalate the sensations we were both now experiencing. Finally, Ashley stepped back breaking the kiss as well as the contact we'd had.

"We don't have much time," she whispered. I was still flying too high in the clouds to fully understand what she'd just said. I figured that she needed, more likely wanted to get back to work and that it was time for us both to compose ourselves and do that.

"Ok," I said simply expecting to follow her back out to the garage towards her car. Instead, she turned towards me holding out her hand as she headed towards a short flight of stairs leading up into the sitting room above. Confused, I hurriedly joined her as she now led me into the sitting room, taking a seat upon a cozy looking couch, standing before her still somewhat bewildered as to what was actually taking place. I felt her hands quickly locate the zipper on the Levi shorts I was wearing.

One of the few things Ashley and I had briefly discussed in the past was that she was capable, and seemingly enjoyed it, deep-throating a man's prick. Something that I had myself never experienced before in my life, and was reasonably sure I never would either.

Aroused as I was, it took Ashley a brief moment to finally free my erection, almost springing out at her as she unbuttoned, unzipping my shorts allowing them to fall down around my ankles. I couldn't speak, almost afraid to do so in the event that mentioning anything to her about what was happening here might somehow cause her to change her mind.

I did however allow myself to moan as her lips suddenly encircled the head of my shaft, drawing me in.

It had been a long, long time since I'd felt a woman's lips actually surrounding my cock. But Ashley began taking even that sensation a step further. Slowly, tenderly, I felt the softness of her engulf me inch by inch until she had all but swallowed the length of my prick. I felt my knees buckle, my head swimming in delirious pleasure as I stood before her. My hands now automatically reaching out, fingers suddenly combing the softness of her hair as I attempted to steady myself, holding on for support. As I felt her mouth slowly withdraw, then once again capturing me, it was all I could do to keep from collapsing on top of her. The pleasure so intense, so near overwhelming that I wanted to scream out the joy I was feeling, worried that if I were to do so, I would again remind her of what she was doing to me, and again chase her away.

To my surprise, she continued the delicious onslaught of my prick. I knew inwardly that much more of this exquisite torture, and I would explode. There was no denying, or preventing the sensation that had already tightened my balls, alerting me to the fact that I was only moments away now from filling her mouth with the essence of my soul.

"Oh my God Ashley!" I said by way of warning, sure that sensing my impending release, she would now remove my cock from within her velvety lips. Ashley stunned me, by if anything, increasing both the tempo and pressure of her hands as well as her lips. Looking down towards her in astonished surprise, she looked up towards me, smiling, her full lips wrapped so sensuously around my manhood.

The intensity of my orgasm was beyond anything I could ever remember. I'd only experienced the sensation of actually cumming inside a woman's mouth perhaps a handful of times my entire life. That sensation, added to the one I'd been experiencing seemed to short-circuit my entire body as the ecstasy I now experienced felt like my body was being turned inside out. I wouldn't have been at all surprised to find out that had happened, as I felt my toes curl, my buttocks clench, and face screw up as wave after wave of the most profound pleasure I'd ever experienced before in my entire life continued to wash through and over my body.

"Oh my, you came hard...and a lot too Mat!" I heard Ashley saying, though for a moment it almost sounded as though she were far, far away from where I currently was. I opened my eyes just long enough to see her licking her lips, the last trace of my creamy nectar being claimed by that succulent mouth. Unable to stand or support myself any longer, I finally did collapse beside her on the couch.

"Shit! I guess we really are going to be late getting back to work now!" I said worriedly. But again she was smiling.

"I need to make a phone call, let them know I'm not feeling well and won't be returning back to work this afternoon. How are you feeling anyway?" she asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. I coughed, coughed again. 

"Hmmm, me too. Must be coming down with something. Or...about to go down on something," I added lustily.

Ashley made her call into work first, afterwards handing the phone to me. I watched as she disappeared up the stairs towards the bedroom looking back towards me with a wink and a smile that hinted at heavens as yet unexplored. It was all I could do to sound convincing enough to my boss to let him know I wouldn't be returning to work for the rest of the afternoon, barely giving him time enough to tell me to rest easy then and let him know how I was doing in the morning. Hanging up the phone, I called out.

"Ashley?"

"Up here," she said softly.

I began climbing back up the stairs unsure of what to expect, only knowing that my hopes were up as was surprisingly something else as well. By the time I reached the landing and turned in the direction of her bedroom, I could see that she'd undressed completely, lying between the cool crisp sheets of her bed.

"Fuck!" I moaned as though it was the most beautiful word in the world, which at the moment, it was. Looking every bit as beautiful and alluring as I'd imagined her in my own private fantasies, I crossed the room shedding the remainder of my clothing where they fell, soon joining her there on the bed. Once again, I gathered her into my arms, kissing her even more deeply, more passionately than we had before beginning to leave a trail of kisses down her neck, teasingly washing the heat of her flesh as I moved slowly, lower and lower down before paying homage to the twin spheres of delight that awaited me.

"Hmmm, that feels nice," Ashley groaned quietly. 

I licked, sucking lightly, nipping at the hardness that greeted me. Her nipples so swollen, so erect that I was half tempted to bite them off with the sheer joy that was once again coursing through my entire body. The feel of her flesh as I cupped her within my hands, kneading her like a contented cat, continuing to kiss and suckle each one in turn, finally taking both, pressing them together so that I could devour each nipple simultaneously. The cry which escaped her throat as I did, telling me that she too was every bit as aroused as I was, if not more.

"Oh God Mat, lick me, lick my pussy baby, please!"

I'd had every intention of doing that anyway, but just hearing her say that had me sliding down even more rapidly than had been my original plan. The aroma of that succulent sweet slit nearly drove me insane! I wanted to devour every square inch of her pussy with my mouth, forcing myself to go slowly however instead. I allowed the barest of tentative tickles as I slowly grazed the soft lined furrow of her split. Running just the tip of my tongue slowly up the heated passage of Ashley's pussy, I finally came into contact with the taut pearl of her pleasure which I'd already more fully exposed with my fingers. Here too, I stabbed tentatively with the tip of my tongue, lightly, gently, allowing her to become accustomed to the kiss and dance of my tongue upon the surface of her flesh.

"Oh Mat, yes...Oh God yes, just like that!" she urged me.

I continued to tickle her, repeating the explorations of that rapidly moistening inner groove, delighting in feeling her body tense, her breathing becoming even more rapid with each passing second.

"Harder now! Harder!" she urged me unashamedly. 

With quick flicks of my tongue against her tender flesh, I began to assail her clitoris like a butterfly in flight. Squirming beneath me now, it was all I could do to remain positioned as I was, occasionally capturing that sweet pearl between my lips, holding on to it, gently sucking it and rolling it around with the tip of my tongue.

"Oh God! Oh God...yes! Yes! Slower now Mat, slow...slow...slow!"

Hearing her give me direction as to how to best pleasure her was incredibly exciting, extremely arousing. So in tune with herself, so comfortable with her ability to share that with me, I listened, following and adhering to each and every command.

"Now! Now! Now!" she began screaming.

I had captured her even harder nipples between my fingers, slightly pinching them together as my lips now pursed tightly about her hard swollen clit. I felt Ashley as she arched her back from off the bed, meeting me in a strained groan as her orgasm finally began. The depths of which eluded me as it seemed to come from somewhere deep inside her, the mewling cry of release at first hardly even noticeable until it exploded from her lips in a near ear-piercing cry of pleasure as she fell off the edge of bliss into the chasm of unbridled climax as her body shook, tensed, clenched and then released over and over as wave after wave of rolling pleasure claimed her.

My face was drenched with her silky liquids, the sweetness of her taste intoxicating. I felt the almost hurtful throb of my prick as it pressed against the sheets, desire once again aflame, the need to join and be a part of her foremost on my mind. Even so, I treaded cautiously. Although there was now much we had shared and allowed ourselves to experience with one another. I knew that to expect more than what she was comfortable with was something I would have to wait and see on. I continued to languish there between her legs, occasionally licking her without urgency, just playfully as she slowly calmed finding her breath once again.

"Oh my...that was nice," she said almost dreamily.

"You could say that again," I said taking another light feathery lick, then a kiss against her almost too sensitive pleasure nubbin. She laughed, but it was a nervous laugh that I at first heard.

"Mat? You need to know. I'm not sure we'll do this again, not saying we won't either. But out of respect for one another and out friendship, I don't want this complicating either one of our situations more than they already are," she told me honestly.

"I understand that Ashley," I assured her. "And I promise, you're the one who's in control here. If we do, or don't...will be entirely up to you. I'll respect whatever you decide, you really are the one calling the shots here."

She grinned. "I like the sound of that, sort of nice being in control of things for a change," she near whispered.

I gently kissed her pussy again. "That makes two of us," I replied. "Whatever you want..." I left off saying.

"Well, right now...I want you. Make love to me," she asked.

And we did.



The Girl Next Door



I can hardly believe nearly forty years have passed since I was a rookie cop in New Jersey. I was just 22 when hired in early 1969. I was just out of college and was, in fact, the first member of my department to have a college degree. This is quite likely my final story for Literotica as I am anticipating moving to Europe where I expect to languish on a Mediterranean Island in semi-retirement. It seems fitting that I close out my writing on this site with a story about my first girlfriend as a cop all those years ago. Her name was Jill and she was a stunner. She was 18 when we began to date, but I noticed her often around town during her senior year in high school. Of course, I had to bide my time until she was legal; then I made my move.

Jill was the eldest of three children born to Bill and Arlene. Her sister Bess was several years younger and Bill, Jr.-or Billy-was five years younger. They lived in one of the oldest houses in town, built in the early 1800's and expanded a number of times over the years. I was on the job about a few weeks when I first saw Jill getting out of her car by the deli. My jaw dropped when I saw those legs for the first time; long, lean and lovely. Jill was wearing a mini-skirt and she looked great!! Jill's face was adorable. She had dark eyes and long, straight dark hair. Her body was perfect, from her feet to her shoulders; fine round ass, nice feminine breasts that were not huge but not tiny either. I parked away from the deli and pretended to write a report until she left. Watching her move was a treat; seeing her enter her car became a show. I watched as she drove away, parked my car and went into the deli where my buddy Ben was the owner. I asked him if he knew anything about the young goddess he had just waited on and he gave me more info than I expected. He told me her name-Jill-where she lived and after he had me primed, he dropped the bomb, telling me she was just 17. Damn. I filed the information away in my memory and moved on, knowing this was nothing that would work out for now.

That summer our police department entered a team in the men's recreational softball league run by the high school athletic department. Our team was terrible but we all enjoyed the games twice a week, especially the post-game beer drinking. Our third game of the season had us playing against the one of the local service organizations, the Optimist Club as I recall. In their cheering section, to my great pleasure was Jill. I was hoping she wasn't there to cheer on her boyfriend. She wasn't. On my first at bat, I hit a sharp, low liner deep into the third base area, where the opposition had an old grey-haired guy with glasses playing. He picked up the ball deftly just as it hit the ground and made a spectacular throw to first, just getting me out. Jill was sitting right behind first base and she began cheering for the third baseman who nailed me-her father. She and her mother heckled me good naturedly and I returned to my teammates. After the game, we congratulated the winners and I made a point of seeking out Jill's dad to congratulate him on a terrific catch and a better throw. He thanked me with a handshake and a smile, just as wife and daughter joined him. I made a comment about his cheering section and joined my team for some cold beer.

Jill and I ran into each other occasionally over the next year. I tried to seek her out and tried hard to make it seem accidental. After a few months, we would chat for awhile about nothing important. Naturally, I had looked her up in the motor vehicle computer to find out when she would be turning 18. It wasn't until the following June. I hated it but I had to wait. Who knows, she may have even blown me off. But, of course, if she had, this wouldn't be much of a story.

Winter came and went. I went off to the police academy in the final quarter of the year. It was a live in affair for eight weeks down at the Jersey shore, where the wind ripped in off the ocean and chilled you to the bone. Finally, it was over and back to the job I went, certification in hand. I kept my eye on Jill whenever I could, though I wasn't fanatical about it. I always had other things to do and women to date. Still, when Spring was about to turn into Summer, I made a point to find Jill. One day in early June I accidentally ran into her at the deli again. She smiled and waved when she saw me, so I knew the ice was broken. I held the door for her as we went into the deli together. The place was packed so we had to wait. I decided to make my move. I asked Jill if she had graduated yet and she said, "no, we don't graduate until next week-on my birthday of all days." 

"Well, that will be a big day for you. Are you doing anything special to celebrate?"

"I was going to go to a graduation party but I don't have anyone to go with."

Omigod, this was perfect. "Are you looking for a volunteer?"

"I'd love one-are you volunteering?"

"You bet I am."

Jill gave me her number and asked me to call her a couple of days in advance to finalize everything. She then broke the bad news: "You have to wear a suit and tie."

"It's okay, I clean up nice. I wasn't planning to wear my uniform." We both laughed and I was good to go.

Jill's birthday and graduation was on Thursday, so I called her on Monday. She told me what she was going to wear and went on extensively as a young girl would be expected to do when celebrating two big events simultaneously. She told me her girlfriends were ribbing her about dating an older man. 23 and I'm an "older man." So be it.

I didn't want to appear over anxious, so I simply sent Jill a dozen roses for her birthday/graduation, figuring flowers were always welcome and would not be construed as conveying an inappropriate message to her family.

The big day arrived and I arranged to meet Jill at her home after graduation, where she would change for the party, which began at ten. Jill looked sensational in her "little black dress" which she wore with very high heels. I could tell she was braless, which made my cock twitch a bit. The party was at a local country club. We had a nice time, though I felt a bit out of place with nearly everyone being younger than me. But, being with Jill after all these months dreaming about it, made it all worthwhile. I won a door prize-a manicure and pedicure-which I gave to Jill. I'm not much of a dancer, but we did manage to squeeze in one slow dance. The floor was so crowded; nobody noticed my lack of rhythm. But I noticed Jill grinding her pussy into my now throbbing cock. I couldn't wait to be alone with her.

We left the party around 2:30 in the morning with a group of Jill's girlfriends and their dates, all of whom wanted to have breakfast at the diner. I went along, but my mind was somewhere else, in Jill's pants.

We left the diner at 4:00 in the morning. I had to be at work in three hours. My car was on the far side of the parking lot in a rather remote spot. I had a brand new bright yellow VW Beetle, my first new car. I was determined to at least make out with Jill for a few minutes, even if I had to do it right there. I reached over to Jill and pulled her to me. I kissed her for the first time on the lips and it was pure heaven. Our tongues sought each other and my hands began to roam all over her body. It was everything I had thought it would be; soft, yet firm. I felt her boobs from outside her dress as there was no other way to reach them without taking the dress off. They responded to my touch nicely; nipples hardening. Jill sighed. I decided to go for it and put my hands between her legs, which seemed to open automatically, giving me access to the promised land. To my great surprise and delight, Jill wore no panties.

"I took them off in the ladies room."

"Thanks." I took that as a good sign and approached her pussy gently. It was drenched! I immediately lubricated my finger with her juices and quickly found her clit. I rolled it in my fingers for what seemed like just a few seconds and Jill came. 

"Please don't stop," she pleaded. "I've wanted this for so long. You have no idea. Make me cum again." Within five minutes Jill had cum a half dozen times. It was amazing. She was like a rapid fire orgasm machine. Her pussy was on fire. I was loving it and wanted more but the time and being dressed in a parked car was frustrating. I withdrew from her pussy and held her tight.

"We have to go, it's very late and I have to be at work in a couple of hours." I couldn't believe I had the strength to leave this situation. But, I really had to. "Can I see you tonight and maybe we can take up where we had to leave off now?"

"Omigod, that's a long time to wait. When can you pick me up?"

"How about seven? That will give me a chance to get a short nap after work. We can go to my house where we can be comfortable and alone. "

"Before you take me home, there's something I have to do." Jill broke my embrace and reached over to my pants and pulled my zipper down. Then, she reached in and pulled out my cock, which was still rock hard. In an instant, she was sucking and licking it. It was incredible. Then, just as suddenly, she stopped and gently put my cock back in my pants, zipped me up and said "Seven it is, I just wanted to give you something to look forward to."

"Oh, man, seven o'clock can't come soon enough for me." I drove Jill home, kissed her goodnight on the porch and drove two miles to my house, an old 3 bedroom colonial I shared with two other guys. I set the alarm for 6:30 and quickly fell asleep. My ass was dragging that day at work. We weren't very busy, so the time passed slowly. All I could think about was Jill's lips wrapped around my cock. Finally, my shift was over. I raced home and went back to sleep. When I got up, I showered, tidied up a bit and put fresh sheets on my bed and headed over to Jill's.

"Wow! You look beautiful, Jill." She was wearing a mini-skirt with a halter top. This girl was positively breathtaking. "Thank you, sir." The rest of the family had gone to the mall, so we left right away. We were both hungry so we stopped for some Chinese takeout, which we took to my place. My roommates were also cops. One was asleep, the other working when we got there. Our house was on four wooded acres, so it was quite private. We even had a four foot high pool, which was used a lot during the hot and sticky New Jersey summers.

Jill and I gobbled down our dinner and headed for the bedroom. She was undressing before we reached the door. By the time I took my shirt off, Jill was completely naked and lying on the bed.

"Hurry up, big boy. Don't keep me waiting." She was a vision. This was the first time I saw her naked and she made me gulp aloud. She was beautiful and her body was perfect. I didn't know what to do next. I loved looking her over but I couldn't wait to touch her. I lay down next to her and put my arm around her. I loved the feel of her soft, smooth skin next to mine. Her tits had no sag to them. The nipples were silver dollar sized and pink. She was tan all over except those spots that would be covered by a bikini. Her ass was to die for. But, above all, her face was angelic. She put her hand on my chest. We were both very comfortable.

"You know it killed me to leave you last night," I told her honestly. "Especially after you gave me that short sample."

"I hoped you would like that."

"That's an understatement. It's all I thought about all day. I was at an auto accident this afternoon and all I could think about was you sucking my cock. It could have been embarrassing."

"Well, we have all night. Let's not waste a minute of it."

I kissed her with considerable passion. We made out for a long time; petting and caressing one another endlessly. I loved the responsiveness of her nipples, which hardened the instant I touched them. I rubbed her back and her neck. She stroked my chest and ass. I loved the softness of her thighs and touched them as she spread her legs invitingly. But I never touched her pussy until she begged me to. 

"Please, touch me where it counts. I need it so bad." Still I teased her.

Jill squirmed shamelessly until I just had to help her. But, instead of touching her with my hand, I went to my knees on the floor, between her legs. I studied her pussy as I approached it. She was neatly trimmed and clearly aroused. An aroma of sex was in the air. My cock was standing at attention. I separated the lips of her sweet pussy, and began to pleasure her orally. Like the night before, Jill began to cum almost the minute my tongue made contact with her. One orgasm after another. Non-stop. Her hips were in motion instantly, grinding her pussy against me. She moaned. She gurgled. She shouted out encouragement. But, she never stopped cumming. Finally, I was near exhaustion. My face covered with her juices, I had to get back up on the bed. I collapsed beside her. Her eyes were closed and she had a smile of satisfaction on her face."

"How can you come like that? You're amazing."

"I don't know. Once I start, I just can't stop. It's scary sometimes. Wonderful but scary."

We lay side-by-side for a few minutes, both of us a bit out of breath. Jill came alive first. She grabbed my now soft cock. "I bet I have had 50 orgasms. You haven't had any. I need to fix that." She stroked my dick until it was hard, and then began sucking it. It was wonderful. For a young girl, she had great technique, sucking and stroking. Her tongue danced over the sensitive spot on the underside, just below the head. She stopped momentarily as I was about to cum and looked me in the eyes.

"Whenever you're ready, just cum in my mouth."

"I was ready in the car last night. Believe me this won't take long."

Jill bobbed up and down for another thirty seconds. I felt that familiar and unforgettable feeling that tells me there is no turning back. I grunted with immense pleasure and shot my load into her waiting mouth. She didn't flinch. She didn't slow down. She kept going, swallowing as she sucked. I pumped a massive quantity of cum into her. Seven, maybe eight hard spurts. My orgasm seemed to last forever. I was still tingling as she released my softening cock. I pulled her back to me and held her in the afterglow. I think we both snoozed a bit, but only for a few minutes. I looked at the clock and it was not quite nine o'clock. We were just beginning.

I thought a shower would be refreshing and Jill agreed. So, we got up and headed upstairs to the bathroom. At the top of the steps, we were met by my roommate, Jack Winker, who had just gotten up. We were both naked and there was no way to cover up, so I introduced Jack to Jill and we all laughed and headed for the bathroom. Jill and I got into the shower and Jack stood there, taking a piss while watching us. He offered to help Jill shower but she laughed and quickly declined. Jack went back into his room to wait for his turn in the shower. We toweled off and headed back to my room. I felt like a new man. 

Jill and I embraced and relaxed. We spent some time cuddling as we talked. It turned out Jill had been as interested in me as I was in her for quite some time. Her dad was on the Ambulance Corps and he was enthusiastic about his daughter dating one of the local cops. Jill planned to attend the Community College in the fall as she decided what she wanted to do with her life. Jill was a serious person with a wonderful sense of humor. She was not into the drug scene, didn't smoke or drink. Sometimes a relationship begins with hot sex, and then peters out when somebody realizes there isn't much more than that. Jill had a lot of mature thoughts to go along with her delightful personality and looks. She was the whole package.

Jill and I made out a little more. I turned around and we got into a few minutes of 69. She was on top and I enjoyed the touch of her tits on my belly as she sucked me. Then, Jill directed me to lie on my back. She positioned herself with one leg on either side of me as she kneeled on the bed. Then she stroked my cock, until it was at maximum hardness. She lowered her pussy onto my cock slowly, feeling each inch as the connection was made. She threw her head back and her hair flew in all directions. Her eyes were closed and she had a look of pure pleasure on her face as my cock reached the bottom of her pussy. She remained still briefly as we both enjoyed the moment. Jill stimulated her nipples with her fingertips and began to rock slowly on my cock. I took the opportunity to seek out her clit and rub it softly as she built up the speed of her pelvic motions. 

Jill cried out as the orgasms began again. This girl was a sex machine. 

We fucked with her on top for a few minutes, while I enjoyed the view of her tits bouncing and the look of pure passion on her face as she had orgasm after orgasm.

"Let's switch positions. Fuck me from behind." Jill knelt on the bed with her head in her arms as I mounted her from the rear. I grabbed her by the hips and pounded her relentlessly as she stimulated her clit to what seemed like dozens of orgasms.

We finished up that night with a move to the missionary position. "Don't cum in me. I'm not on the pill." I have pretty good control so that wasn't a problem. We fucked with me on top for a few minutes. I could control the action, so I decided to fuck her slow and deep, every stroke going to the bottom of her pussy. She continued to cum repeatedly. Finally, I was pooped and rolled off.

It was almost 11:00 and we had been having sex nearly non-stop for close to four hours. Jill must have cum a hundred times. "I don't know how you do it," I told her. "I wouldn't be able to move if I came like that."

"Is that a complaint?"

"Nope, a compliment."

"Well, let's get you off again. Lie on your back. And hand me my purse." I did so and she reached in and came out with a small bottle of lotion. 

"I'm going to jerk you off, so I can watch you shoot. I love that, she giggled"

My dick was already hard. She applied a quantity of the white cream to her hand and then spread it around all over my cock. I have to admit, I was beginning to get a little sore. But the cream felt great. Jill rested her weight on her left hand and jerked me with her right. She knew exactly where to apply pressure and I responded. Now and then, Jill would change the pace a bit by rubbing my balls with her slippery hand. Every touch felt great. I closed my eyes and let her work. It didn't take long and I was ready to blast off. Jill realized I was about to cum and she increased the tempo of her stroking. Finally, that sexual energy shot through me and my cock exploded. The first spasm sent a wad of cum two feet in the air. Jill watched with happy fascination and continued to stroke more cum from me. Six more spurts covered her hand with cum. I continued to ooze a bit as she slowed down her efforts. My stomach was also cum-covered. I handed Jill a towel and she cleaned us off.

"That is so cool, watching you cum like that. I love knowing I can make that happen."

"You should be on my end of it. You're unbelievable."

It was now almost midnight. Jack had left to work his shift. Gordon, my other roommate wasn't home yet. So, upstairs we went, for another shower. Ten minutes later, we headed back to the bedroom. On the way down the stairs, we ran into Gordon, who was on his way up. "Well, now both your roommates have seen me naked!," Jill laughed. "I suppose all the mystery is gone."

Jill and I went back to bed, where we just cuddled for a while. This had been one of the great nights of my life, with one of the best girls I had ever been with. Jill was a keeper in every sense of the word.

I took Jill home that night knowing that she would always be one of the great girls in my life, no matter what happened next. We continued to see each other for several years. Jill was wonderful to spend time with; always positive and fun to be with. And, sexually, we were very compatible. Jill was the most responsive and uninhibited woman I have ever known. She was up for anything, anytime and anywhere. I would often diddle her as we drove. She could cum a dozen times before we got to the restaurant or theatre. I could make her cum while stopped at a light or waiting in line to pay a toll. She was inexhaustible.




The Girl Next Door



Jill took particular pleasure skinny dipping in our pool. I often fucked her in the water. Sometimes I would sit on the ladder of the pool and just watch her splash around, childlike in her way. After a few minutes, I'd be sitting there with major wood and she would suck me off right there, swallowing every drop. Several years after Jill and I split up, I learned that Jack and Gordon loved to watch Jill and me in the pool from a vantage point in Jack's bedroom that afforded them a great view of us cavorting, especially using the binoculars Jack bought just for that purpose. I could never blame them, though. Jill was great fun to watch, naked or dressed. Physically, God never made a more perfect female.

Jill was acutely aware that our sex life was somewhat out of balance in the sense that she was extremely multi-orgasmic, while I was typically male with the ability to cum once or twice a night but rarely more than that. I never minded but I have to say it made me wonder about the concept women often like to point to about us "getting lucky" when they agree to fuck us. The great genius of female thought is that although they seem to cum longer than us, more frequently than us and often stronger than us, they have convinced us that we are the ones "getting lucky." I have to say, I always thought I was getting lucky when I was with Jill. Still, she always felt a need to even the score, though that would never be truly possible.

We would be riding in the car going almost anywhere and Jill would put her hand on my thigh and ask "Do you want me to blow you?" Well, that was a question that had to be answered "yes." Regardless of where we were at the time, I would find a place to park that afforded at least some privacy and Jill would suck me off. As I sought the perfect place to park, Jill would work on getting my cock out of my pants. She would jerk me patiently waiting until the car stopped, when she would bend over and devour my dick. The idea in these situations was to make me cum as quickly as possible, which was very easy for me to accomplish with Jill providing the stimulation. She was an expert "deep throater" and it never took long before I was sending a quantity of my love pudding down her throat. The whole thing never took more than 5 minutes. I always loved it and Jill seemed to feel better. I kept a small bottle of mouthwash in the glovebox so Jill wouldn't go off to a party or wedding reception with cum on her breath.

Jill and I eventually grew apart after being together a couple of years. Her college career blossomed as she decided on a degree in the arts. It was the early 70's and Jill developed something of a Bohemian lifestyle. She would often get together with her classmates at the State University and read poetry. I suspected-and she later confirmed-that she had begun to smoke pot. As a cop, I never thought of pot as being a big deal, but it was still illegal. So, this and Jill's new friends, were the cause of a rift in our relationship that we never overcame. We broke up and went our separate ways. Jill would be in her mid-50's today but I have not heard a word about her in many years. I hope she has had a happy life. She certainly made my life a happy one for a time.

Thanks for reading all my stuff over the years Literoticans. I have enjoyed putting the memories on paper. As always, I welcome your comments and invite you to read my other stories. Thanks for everything.



The Girl Next Door



It was Sunday afternoon. I was annoyed because the football game was blacked out in our area. There was a knock at my door. I looked through the peep hole, recognized my friend Sally and opened the door. She came in and said, "I suppose you've heard about Alice."

"No, what?" I asked.

"Look outside," Sally told me.

I followed her to the front porch. "Over there," she said, pointing down and to my left.

A black limousine had pulled into the driveway. "What's going on?" I asked.

"I don't know," Sally answered. "Mr. Gruene told me one of the units on your street was gonna be available. It wasn't till he told me the address that I realized it was Alice moving out."

Suddenly I couldn't stand up. I found my deck chair, and Sally helped me to sit down. I could feel my world crumbling. "I've lived next door to her for the past twenty years, or most of it," I told Sally.

"I know, I know," Sally said.

When I was four, I went into foster care because my biological mother couldn't take care of me, and she didn't know who my father was. A paternity test showed that it wasn't who she originally thought. That's what they tell me; I don't actually remember anything about her. I have only the faintest memory of my original foster mother, who took care of me while the state looked for an adoptive family. I was placed with the family I know when I was five, and the adoption was finalized when I was six. Okay, the reader doesn't want to hear all that, but it's all to lead up to the fact that I moved in with them when I was five, and Alice's family lived next door to us. We were both starting kindergarten that fall, so naturally our parents arranged for us to play together.

My parents never hid the fact that I'm adopted. Even though I agree with their decision in hindsight, my town wasn't populated with the most open-minded people. I remember at least a couple times when I could sense that my mom was hurt at other people referring to my older brother Scott as her "real" son, or other language like that. I assume there were many other occasions that I didn't know about. Alice and her family weren't like that, though. In fact, I found out years later that it was Alice's parents who suggested that we play together. We were in the same class all the way through elementary school. We spent a lot of time together. I remember in the fourth grade we went to the park, and I carved our initials in a tree.

Scott was in a pee-wee football league from the time I joined the family until he aged out. The year after I came along, he had a teammate Jim who became his new best friend, so our families ended up sitting together in the bleachers. His sister Sally was two years younger than me, and when the season came to an end, Jim and Sally would still come over together. It turned out Sally and I both liked science fiction and horror, and while Jim and Scott were playing in the back yard, Sally and I would watch one of my movies on the VCR. (Yes, VCR. This was still the eighties, remember.) Sometimes she'd bring one of her movies over, and I think hers were scarier than mine!

Most of the school districts in our area still had junior highs instead of middle schools. When Alice and I got on the bus on the first day of the seventh grade, I took the first seat that was adjacent to one where she could have sat, but she went toward the back of the bus and sat with the older boys. I remembered a couple of them because they were among the ones who'd teased me about being adopted. When I got on the bus at the end of the day, she was already sitting by the window, and a boy I didn't recognize was sitting next to her. The door closed right behind me, so I sat down before my books could fly all over the place. When we got off at our stop, she went ahead of me, and I realized that she had developed a bust over the summer. I knew about boobs by now, of course, but she was the first girl whose development I'd actually witnessed. I ran to catch up to her. She didn't seem annoyed, but she seemed distant now. Her house was past mine, and now I noticed that she had curves. Of course, I hadn't actually heard about "curves" yet; I just noticed that that general area of her body was proportioned a little differently than before, and it was strangely appealing.

I put my books down and changed out of my first-day-of-school clothes into jeans, forgetting what I'd just noticed. When I came back out, Sally happened to walk past the front of our house. The elementary school had apparently let out. I waved to her, and she waved back. She stopped and came to the front door. I went outside and she asked me about the new school. I told her about the day's events, leaving out the parts about Alice's shape. That night I dreamed that I was on the beach, and Alice stepped out of the water naked. In my imagination, boobs looked very different from real life. It was my first wet dream, and I realized that I had come to love her.

From that day until we graduated high school, I kept trying to find a way to spend time with her, but she no longer seemed interested. It couldn't have helped that she also had her vertical growth spurt before mine. While I was trying out for the baseball team, she was playing basketball. I asked her out to our junior prom and then our senior prom, but she already had dates both times. (Junior year, it wouldn't have mattered, because I ended up in the hospital at the time of the prom.) We went to different colleges, and each time I came home I hoped she'd be around so we could catch up. We did, but only briefly. Then in my junior year, she transferred to my school! I thought this would be great, but I had to do a lot of studying, and she seemed to be at frat parties a lot. As it turned out, she majored in journalism and contributed many stories to the college newspaper.

I was a biology major, and I was fortunate enough to find work at a marine research facility in our city. After I'd been there six months, I had enough saved that I could move into my own apartment, on the second level of a nice complex. The first thing I did after I moved in was to sit down and turn the television on. The late news was ending, and I recognized Alice's name in the credits. When I got up the next morning, I looked over the edge of my porch. A car in the parking lot looked familiar, but I couldn't place it. As I walked to my own car, I noticed a bumper sticker on the familiar car. It was from my college. I'd moved in next door to Alice again!

For two years I looked for any excuse to see her. The opportunities were rare, because she always worked the evening newscast, and I had more or less typical business hours. One Saturday afternoon I came back from a trip to the gym and saw her car there. I was so sweaty that I didn't even make the effort this time, opting to take a shower instead. I had just dried off and come out of the bathroom when I heard the doorbell ring. My heart jumped. "Could this be the time?" I thought. "Give me a minute!" I yelled. I ran to my bedroom and put on my jogging pants and the first T-shirt I could find.

When I opened the door, I was disappointed. Then I was mortified. It wasn't Alice; it was Sally. And the shirt I'd put on was the one where the cars are having sex in every imaginable position, including three-ways. "Surprise!" Sally yelled when I opened the door. She put her arms out and I couldn't stop her from hugging me. She pulled back and laughed. That's when I noticed the shirt.

"I just got out of the shower," I told her. "Let me change into something else."

"No, that's okay," she said, following me in. "You don't have to change for me."

I relaxed. "It's good to see you! Have a seat." I told her. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Any wine?" she asked.

Mentally, I did the arithmetic and realized that she was 22 now, and she was attractive too. "Let me check," I said. Now, I should have closed the door behind us when she came in, but I didn't. At that moment a spring breeze ran through the apartment, and when it whipped across the front of my jogging shorts, I had to conceal a hard-on. "But first, I should really change clothes."

She pointed across a counter. "Is that the kitchen?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Then I'll just look for myself while you change."

"Okay. This shouldn't take long." I went into my room and closed the door. First I felt weird because I'd never thought about Sally that way. Then I felt weird for feeling weird. She was 22, she'd already spent more time in my apartment than Alice had in the two years we'd lived in this complex, and—coming out of my room—I realized that she was damn pretty. From where I stood, she had a really nice ass.

She turned around with some Zinfandel I had left over from a recent pool party. "Are you going to give me the tour?" she asked.

"There's not much left for you to see," I told her. She walked toward me, and I pointed to my right. "There's the bathroom." Then I turned her around and pointed to the bedroom. "And that's the bedroom."

"Lemme see," she said.

"Not yet!" I said, trying to get there before she did. "I've got clothes all over the place."

"I've seen dirty laundry before, Ted," she told me.

I was still feeling awkward. "I know." I needn't have rushed. I hadn't taken my Aliens anniversary poster down in favor of the nude I'd bought the day before. I pointed out the window and said, "And the laundry area's down there." Sally came back out and sat down on my couch. Finally, I asked her, "So, what brings you to my neighborhood?"

"It's my neighborhood, too, Ted! Jim told me that he and Scott were talking about us and found out we were both living here. I checked the phone book and there you were."

We spent the afternoon catching up on things. Sally had finished cooking school the December before. She was working for the cable company while she looked for a sous-chef position. She scheduled tech visits, so her days began and ended just after rush hour. I told her about the research center, but because of the confidentiality agreement I couldn't tell her what we were working on. Around six we both got hungry, so we went to a diner near her place. Of course, she had to show her apartment off to me. It was bigger than mine, but she had a roommate, Trish, who was a flight attendant. The latest movie adaptation of a comic book was opening in a couple weeks, so naturally we went to see it together just like when we were young. It was the first time I'd had a friend to go with me to a sci-fi movie since college, and it felt good. We also decided we should have spares of each other's apartment keys.

After that, she'd come over to my place once in a while to tell me about her job search, and I'd tell her about my close calls trying to get together with Alice.

That was six months ago. Now she was with me as I realized it wasn't going to happen.

She put her hand under my chin and lifted it up. "Look at me, Ted." I did, briefly, but I turned away. She pulled me back by the chin. "Stand up." I stood up, and she turned me around. As I turned, I briefly caught Alice's eye, but Sally pulled me through the doorway and into the living room. She closed the door behind us. "Yes, Alice is gone, but I'm still here." The sun was shining through the window behind her, and I looked at her in a new way, kind of like Botticelli's Birth of Venus. I'd seen her in her Dodgers jersey before, but I'd never noticed how it flattered her bust. Her boobs were only a little on the large side, but they were firm enough that I could see she didn't need a bra. "And you know what, Ted? I've been waiting twenty years."

As I realized what she was saying, I was emboldened. There wasn't any breeze this time, but I got a hard-on again. "Wait no more!" I bellowed. I moved quickly toward her and put my arms around her. I kissed her firmly and ran my hands over her butt. "Wow, that feels as good as it looks," I told her.

"I can tell," Sally told me.

I moved down so my right arm was around her legs and pulled her toward me. I held her horizontally in my arms and I carried her to the bedroom. My dick was so hard, I felt like I could have balanced her on it. When I was holding her over the bed, I asked, "I've always wanted to just throw a woman onto the bed."

"A woman, or Alice?" Sally asked.

"I never got close enough to Alice for it to matter," I told her.

"Then do it," she said. I was standing at the left side of the bed, and her feet were probably right at the end of the bed. Sally extended her arms. I moved her forward and just a tad to my left and let her go. It didn't give her much distance, but it felt like I was doing what I'd imagined. I crawled on top of her and started kissing the part of her boobs that was exposed. "Oh, Ted," she giggled. I undid the first button of her jersey. I couldn't see a nipple, but I could see most of the cleavage, and I kissed up and down that area. She lifted my head and said, "Let me help you with that!" I got off her, kneeling on my left, and she undid the jersey the rest of the way but didn't take it off. I pulled the right side of her jersey, the side closer to me, away from her. I kissed the exposed area of her belly and worked my way up to her boob. I kissed all over it, avoiding the nipple until I couldn't resist it any more. When I did finally kiss it, Sally pulled my head down so the whole areola was in my mouth. I sucked it in gently while she moved her other hand to my lower back and held it firmly.

I guess I was wearing out her right boob, because she took her hand off my back and pulled the other half of the jersey to the side. I sat up and said, "Lefty's getting jealous?" She nodded. "Take your shirt off," I told her, and while she did, I did the same. As I was bringing my head down, I told her, "I have a confession. I never told you that the only reason I asked you to my senior prom was that Alice had turned me down."

"I knew, Ted." I gave the left side of her stomach the same treatment I'd given the right, but when I got to her chest, I kissed both boobs all over the place.

"That's why I didn't try anything with you that night." I didn't aim for any spot, and I didn't try to avoid the nipples this time. Wherever my mouth landed, I kissed her, and she was holding me even more firmly than before. 

"I would have let you, you know. I even brought rubbers that night," she told me. I held her left boob up and scooted back so I could kiss the underside. She made it easier by spreading her legs. As I worked my way back up her boobs, I felt my cock drag along her crotch. She must have felt it too—how could she not?—and she brought her hand down on my lower back again. She pushed me forward until we were face to face.

"You mean I could have taken your cherry that night?"

"No, that night would've been too late. But if you'd asked me your the year before? Yeah."

I told her tearfully, "Wow. No one's ever said that before." 

"And how come you didn't ask me your junior year?"

I kissed her again, and without thinking about it, I ground my hips into hers. "I was in the hospital that spring. You should remember—you visited me about every other day." I kissed her again.

Sally looked me in the eye and told me, "Love me, Ted."

"I do love you, Sally," I replied. I got off the bed and unbuckled my pants.

"No, I mean—"

"I know what you mean," I assured her. I let my pants and underwear drop to the floor, and Sally was hurriedly taking hers off. "Slow down," I told her. "I want to appreciate this." I sat at the foot of the bad and watched her slowly pull her jeans over her knees. "Let go," I said, and she did. Now I lay my head next to her hip and reached across her waist. I took the left hem between my teeth and the right in my fingers, and I pulled them down until they were at the same place as her jeans. It's not the kind of pussy you'd put in a jack-off magazine, but it was the most beautiful I'd ever seen. I pulled her panties and jeans the rest of the way off and knelt between her legs.

Her lips had just the slightest cleft. I licked a circle around it. "Oh, Ted," she cooed. I ran my tongue across the cleft from left to right, and Sally brought her legs up closer to my head. I used my thumb and forefinger to spread her pussy lips until I found her clit. I sucked it into my mouth and gently inserted my index finger inside her. Changing the pressure, I sucked her clit in and out while I went in and out of her pussy. When she brought her legs flush against my ears, I held her clit firm against the roof of my mouth and finger-fucked her harder. "Ted ... Ted!" she moaned.

"Release my head," I said, and she did. I crawled up beside her so I was face to face and kissed her again. I rubbed her whole pussy area with my hand, with the pad near my middle finger staying close to her clit. I drew it back and got my middle finger inside her pussy.

When the first knuckle hit a certain spot inside her, she clamped her legs around my hand. "Keep doing that!" she begged.

"Gladly!" I told her. I held my finger against that side of her vagina and went even faster. Meanwhile, I made sure my thumb was rubbing her clit as I went.

"Oh, God ... Oh, Ted ..." I could feel her tensing up around the middle finger. "Ted, I want you."

"I want you, too," I assured her. I got off the bed and stood between her legs. I placed my cock over her pussy lips and sawed back and forth.

"Damn it, Ted ..."

My dick was getting harder, and her lips were opening wider. "About those condoms."

"Forget about them," Sally panted.

"But what if I—" I should have stopped while I asked that, but I drew back a little so that my cock head was squarely between her pussy lips.

"Then I'll have a baby with the man I've dreamed about since I was a little girl," she answered. "How many women are that lucky?"

I slid my cock the rest of the way in and moved back on top of her. I answered, "Off the top of my head? About the same as the number of men lucky enough to have one with a woman who feels that way about them."

"Shut up and kiss me," Sally said. She pulled my head down, bringing my lips to hers. I was about to purse my lips, but she opened her mouth and raised her tongue. I opened my mouth and closed my lips around her tongue. I thrust in and out of her, making sure my cock rubbed against her pubic bone each time. I opened my lips back up and soon our tongues were getting their share of the loving. Sally took her hands off my neck and pushed on my butt, making me fuck her even harder. "Oh, God, Ted, I've wanted you to get over her for so long."

"Over who?" I asked.

She must have liked that, because she chose that moment to roll us over so I was on my back. She started going up and down on my cock, and the first time she came up, her tits were right over my mouth. I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her down a little. I kissed her tits repeatedly, as I'd done before. "I can't believe what I was missing all these years," I told her.

"You like my boobs?" she asked.

"I meant you," I told her.

Either our fucking put her over the edge, or I really got to her with that line. "Oh, Ted, I'm coming!" she screamed.

She pounded my crotch even harder with her hips. It was so intense, I couldn't tell where I ended and she began. "Me too!" I announced.

Sally was coming so hard that she couldn't pound any more. I felt her juices flow over my dick just as I spurted my first bit of cum inside her. "Oh, Ted," she said before pausing. "I can feel your seed flowing through my womb." She moved forward and down until we were face to face again. "I've never felt anything that wonderful."

Outside, I heard a heavy car door slam. I was aware of a motor running, and I heard the car pull away. "I think I'll get used to not living next door to Alice," I told Sally.




The Girl Next Door



EPILOGUE

For the next three weeks, we spent almost every night at either my place or hers, making love late into the night. Sally started getting nervous because she was late, even though we used condoms after the first time. One night she cooked chicken Kiev in the style that earned her the top grade in her class. While I was eating, she excused herself and went to the bathroom. She came back a few minutes later with a stick in her hand. It was negative.

"Wanna try again?" I asked.

"I wasn't trying the first time," she answered. "But Trish is getting an apartment in Denver, 'cause her airline's hub is there. What do you think?" She waved her arms like a model showing the place off. "Nice neighborhood?"

"Nice neighbors," I agreed.



The Girl Next Door



Inspired from "The Girl Next Door" a true story of a horrible tragedy.

My thanks to FernieLyn who proofread this piece and gave me some good opinions and insight! Thank you FernieLyn!

This story takes place in a more innocent time.

*

The moment when I saw her changed all our lives forever. It had taken me a few days to piece together little snippets of talk that Andrew, my eighteen year old son had said over the dinner table as we ate our meals before the confused and troubled boy ran next door to continue "playing" with his best friend Jake.

The questions he asked while we ate our meals were on subjects that were troubling. 

"How can pain be enjoyable?" 

"Why are all girls whores?"

Ginny, my wife's face dropped each time he asked a question. I asked him where he heard these things and he just muttered, "Around."

After he was excused, Ginny and I spoke about the disturbing turn in topics that our son was interested in. A few times I wondered if his friend next door, Jake was filling his head with these things.

Jake was eighteen as well, the same age as Andrew, and as far as we could tell, he was a good innocent young man just like Andrew. That summer, the two of them had been inseparable, fixing their cars together, going to the park and fishing at the pond together, and just hanging out. 

Jake's family seemed to be okay as well. Ginny was friendly with Gertrude, Jake's mother. I waved to Fred, his father each time I saw him outside. Jake had an older brother named Jeff, who I suspected was the one who was putting these thoughts into Andrew's head. However, I wasn't sure how to address the issue, short of banning Andrew from seeing his best friend all summer long, which as an adult was pretty much inpossible.

Gertrude's niece was staying with them. Her name was Melanie. Her parents had died in an accident a few months ago and Melanie came to live with Gertrude and her family. Melanie was a small, blonde girl. She was eighteen and she always seemed sad. She had become friendly with Andrew and Jake, and had avoided Jeff as far as I could see.

As I pondered over the last meal, before Andrew had left to go over to the house next door, I wondered what his last cryptic words to me meant.

"Dad, if you had a secret and knew that it was wrong, would it be okay to break the secret, even if you got into trouble yourself?"

These words gave me pause. I kept my face straight and looked at him. He couldn't meet my eyes.

"I think it would be your duty to break that secret if it was wrong," I said. I paused to let him talk. He was not forthcoming, so I prodded him.

"Is there some secret you need to tell me?" I asked.

His face flushed and he shook his head. He quickly excused himself and asked to go next door.

Ginny and I were upset. Something was wrong.

"What are we going to do?" she asked me. "We have to make him tell us!"

I tried to think. I was in agreement with her, but I wanted Andrew to come to us. He had become different this past week. The entire family next door seemed to behave normally, almost like they were trying to behave like so. They all made an effort to be seen by us doing their regular things. Jeff had even helped to wash my car with me. Fred was more cheerful and friendly than ever; he normally said only one word to me before going about his business, now he was actually chatty. He actually seemed to be feeling me out on something, some issue -- 

Everyone had been normal. Well except for Melanie, who I hadn't seen in over a week.

She was always outside playing. Now I tried to remember the last time I had seen her. All those comments Andrew made, they all related back to an attitude towards a woman, or a girl.

"Oh god!" I suspected.

"What?" Ginny asked.

"Stay by the phone!" I told her as I left the house and headed over next door. I hoped that it was just our imagination. I wondered whether I was just jumping the gun. I knocked on the door. No answer.

I tried the door and it was unlocked. That wasn't unusual as the kids ran in and out of there all the time.

Entering the house, I found it empty. "Hello?" I almost whispered. "Anyone home? It's Brandon."

Nothing.

I listened up the stairs and heard nothing, no steps no activity. Strange, both Gertrude's and Fred's cars were still there.

I walked into the kitchen and noticed a door leading to the cellar. The house was built just like mine so I knew that the cellar was a full sized cellar. I heard some muffled noise coming from the door and slowly opened it.

Peering down the stairs I heard some muffled voices. I couldn't make them out so I slowly climbed down the stairs as silently as possible. At the bottom of the stairs I discovered that the cellar had been divided into two rooms. The wall to the other room seemed to be soundproofed and insulated.

I heard a crack. Then a muffled howl of pain. I heard some sobbing and the voice of Gertrude speaking.

I grasped the door handle and opened it.

They were all there. 

In the little room. 

Gertrude and Fred sitting on a ratty couch. 

Jeff, Jake and Andrew were standing. 

Jeff was holding a large stick. 

They all turned to face me and in a flash, they all registered discovery.

I was still confused as Fred and Gertrude jumped up. No one said anything as I looked beyond Jeff and saw her.

Melanie.

She was naked. Standing with her hands stretched above her head. They were attached to rope that kept her taught and standing in that position. Her wrists were bloody from the rope. Her entire body was cut and bruised. The stick looked to be only one tool that they had used on her.

Her face was matted with dried hair and blood and tears. Her one eye was blackened and her mouth was inflamed. She was sobbing. Looking down her body, I saw written in marker and lipstick words that no eighteen year old, no adult, should have used.

On her breasts were written "Whore Sacks".

Just above her crotch was written "Whore Cunt".

On her stomach, was a bloody scar that they had carved into her. "Use me" it read.

My stomach lurched. Andrew began crying. The others dropped their heads. Jeff ran past me and up the stairs to escape. I heard him leave the house. It took me a moment, but I then turned to Andrew and said, "Andrew, go back home. Tell your mother to call the police and an ambulance." He nodded and ran home.

I grabbed a knife; probably the one used to carve those words into Melanie's stomach and approached her to cut her down. She saw me approached and howled with fear. She struggled to escape me, thinking I was going to inflict more harm and torture on her.

I shushed her and spoke calmly and soothingly to her. Everything was going to be alright. She was safe now. I was here and she wasn't going to be harmed again. She calmed down a little and looked into my eyes. A glimmer of hope was somewhere deep within those pools of blue. I cut her down and she collapsed into my arms.

I could hear the sirens and Gertrude, Fred and Jake had resigned themselves and were now sitting back on the couch.

I rode with Melanie to the hospital. She wouldn't let go of me until they finally sedated her. I met up with my wife Ginny at the hospital. She was aghast when she saw Melanie asleep in the hospital bed.

"My god Brandon, what have they done to her?"

"I don't know, Ginny." I said. "They tortured her. I just have to wonder what part Andrew played in this."

Ginny blanched. I explained how I found them. Andrew was with Jeff and Jake who had been beating Melanie with the stick.

The police questioned me about what I had found. They took me down to the police station where they took my statement and my son Andrew's. It turned out, through Andrew's story, that Gertrude had become so mad at Melanie that she decided to punish her downstairs in the cellar room.

He recounted the horrors that had transpired as Gertrude had forced her sons and Andrew to see what a little slut and untrustworthy whore Melanie was. She was teaching her a lesson. Soon the lesson got out of hand and somewhere along the line Gertrude had refused to let up on Melanie.

She had done things to the tied up young woman, stuck things up Melanie's "cunt". My wife gasped at the word that came out of our son's mouth. How could he know such a nasty word?

Gertrude had Fred, her husband, "stick his pecker" in her first. Gertrude had said that if she was a cock tease, then she needed to feel what a cock felt like. That had upset Andrew as he was forced to watch little Melanie scream and beg for Fred to stop. The blood oozed out her after he was done. She hung lifelessly from her bound wrists.

Over the next few days before I had found her, all the sons had raped her as well. They had been pressuring Andrew to rape her next. Gertrude had tried to encourage Andrew in fucking her by calling Melanie a whore, that it was alright to cause her pain for pleasure and that she would enjoy it as the slut that she was.

This was where his questions had come from on that fateful night when he asked me at dinner. That evening, he was called over to "stick his thingy in her" just like the others did.

In between the rapes, Gertrude had been the one that had written and carved those hateful words into that soft innocent flesh. The doctors were not sure when I brought her in if the scarring would fade away enough that it would be illegible.

Andrew was released under our custody and it was almost morning when we arrived home to go to sleep. The house was quiet and all three of us did not sleep. Ginny continued crying. I tossed and turned. I was sick to my stomach and couldn't get the vision of that poor helpless child out of my head. To further compound things, I kept seeing Andrew there, with a disturbing smile on his face and his pants down around his ankles as he thrust into her.

My eyes snapped open. I had been dreaming about that last part. I staggered to the bathroom and threw up. I popped an alka seltzer and went down to the kitchen to make some coffee. I couldn't function without it.

Ginny joined me soon after. We were like zombies as we went through the motions of preparing breakfast. Ginny started to call for Andrew to get up and come down. I stayed her with my hand.

"Let him sleep. Right now I don't think I can look at him."

Ginny had a pained look on her face, but nodded in agreement.

I called into work that morning. I told them a family emergency came up and I would probably be out the entire week. They understood and gladly gave me the time off.

My emotions were a jumble of anger, hurt, embarrassment and concern. That poor girl. How could they do that to her? Those sick people! My son!

"How," I asked my wife Ginny. "How could Andrew be a part of that?"

She sat silently beside me at the table. We held each other.

"I thought we taught him better than that..." I started to cry. Ginny broke down as well.

It was at that moment when Andrew came sheepishly into the kitchen. We looked up at him and the looks on our face told him that this morning was not going to be an easy one for him.

Ginny sat up and put together a plate of food for him while he took a seat at the table. Once we were all seated again, we began to talk to him.

"I guess I screwed up, huh?" he said. His voice cracked a little and he was trying to hold back the tears.

"Yes," I said quietly. "Yes you did."

He started to cry now.

I continued.

"Son, what happened to that girl was so terrible that there was nothing that she could have possibly done that would have warranted that type of punishment. I know that you were not the one responsible, but we are very disappointed in you for keeping this a secret. What in the hell were you thinking?"

He shrugged.

"Well? Answer your father!" Ginny prompted him. Ginny and I had clearly defined roles in the household. I was the disciplinarian, she the nurturer. This time, there would be no nurturing from her or me.

"I don't know," he said. He kept his eyes on his plate, afraid to look at us.

"What type of answer is that?" Ginny's voice rose.

"I don't know," he repeated.

"Andrew...son...I'm sure they put you under a lot of pressure to keep this a secret. But surely you must have known that what they were doing was wrong?"

He broke down, crying now. Sobbing, he looked at us. "I was so confused! I like Melanie! But Jake is my best friend. I didn't want him to get into trouble!"

Ginny was unsure whether to comfort him. She looked at me for approval, I nodded. They had manipulated my boy into going along with this. He had been a witness to the brutality, but had not actually raped her. At the back of my mind I knew that if I had not come over when I did, there was a very good chance that Andrew would have been coerced to rape the poor girl that very evening.

The week went by slowly. I found myself visiting the hospital more often as little Melanie had no one to sit by her. She had awoken screaming the next day in terror. They tried to calm her down but nothing seemed to work. They had administered a sedative to knock her back out. I consulted with the doctors and they told me that she was getting better, but mentally she would be a mess, perhaps for the rest of her life.

She came to while I was sitting next to her, holding her hand. She looked over at me with wild eyes, adjusted her focus, recognized me and then clamped down on my hand even harder. She was calm. I called for the nurse who brought a doctor in to examine her.

Melanie would not let go of my hand. She didn't speak. She started to fidget when the doctor, a man, tried to examine her. I spoke to her softly and soothingly, trying to keep her calm.

"Shhhhh! Everything is alright. You're safe now, Melanie. No one is going to hurt you. They will not hurt you ever again."

She relaxed a little but kept her focus on me as the doctor carefully examined her.

Outside in the hall I asked the police officer what they had planned for Melanie. She frowned. This was a special case. The story had gotten out and the news was covered with all sorts of stories about the case.

"She seems unresponsive to anyone other than you, Mr. Jeffries."

"Please, call me Brandon." I said.

"I'm afraid she will probably be institutionalized. It's too soon to tell and a psychologist needs to see her."

I thought for a moment. I had been mulling this situation over in my mind for quite some time.

"Do you think it would help if I were to take her in? Become her guardian or an interested party?"

The lady was a little surprised.

"I'm not sure, Mr. Jeffries. She is attached to you right now. However given the circumstances, I'm not sure that would be a good idea."

"I see," I said. "I feel very guilty about what happened. I know it isn't my fault, but I need to make it up to her. I need to protect her right now. She is looking to me, and I promised her that she would be safe."

"Mr. Jeffries, let's see what the psychologist says after she is examined, I'm sure you want the best for her, whatever that situation might be."

I nodded. "The best thing for her would have been to never have stayed with her psycho aunt to begin with."

She nodded sadly, turned and left.

Ginny and Andrew visited the hospital a few times. Melanie didn't react upon seeing Andrew. I guess that was an improvement. Andrew went over to her and apologized to her. He begged her to forgive him. It took a lot of guts for my son to do that. Afterwards, I hugged him and told him I was proud.

The psychologist came and saw her. I stayed with Melanie while she was "in-session". By this time she was starting to speak again. It was very slow going, but what we got out of that visit was that she felt safe around me, and it became pretty clear that the best scenario for Melanie was to have me become her guardian.

The media grew and grew over the week. They were everywhere -- at the hospital, at our house, and even at my work. Melanie was moved to a secure room away from prying eyes as she recovered.

Before the week was finished, Jake, he turned himself in. There was a debate on whether he would be tried as an adult once charges were filed. I met with the Assistant D.A., a very stern woman named Rosalyn Rust. She was willing to drop all charges against my son Andrew for his cooperation and testimony against the others. Our lawyer recommended we take the deal and I breathed a sigh of relief that my son would not be facing his own trial.

The night before Melanie was due to be discharged into my care, the house next door caught fire. It had been unoccupied since Gertrude's family was still being kept in jail awaiting pre-trial.

Ginny said she called the fire department, but was not surprised when they showed up much later when there was no chance to save the house. It burned down to the ground. The neighbors stood outside and watched it burn. It was sort of cathartic as we purged that evil place from the neighborhood.

Ginny and I helped Melanie into our car as we left the hospital. The media crowded us, begging for a statement. We gave none. They were at our house when we drove up; again, we gave them no comment.

After getting in, Ginny showed Melanie the guest room that had been redone in girl colors, pinks and pastels, with a fresh bed for her. This would now be her room.

Ginny came down and sat with me in the living room.

"Brandon, you are going to have to do something about those reporters."

"I know," I said. They would stay here until we gave them something.

"How about we give them a quick statement?" I asked.

She seemed to agree, but she told me that Melanie should not be present.

I called my lawyer to ask him to help me with a statement to the press, because this was an ongoing investigation. He came over and we were able to hash out something to give to the press. He made sure to stand with me when I exited my front door to give the bloodsuckers what they wanted.

"Mr. Jeffries has a short statement and then he will be able to take a few questions. Because this is an open case, we cannot divulge much information, so please be patient and respect this family's right to some privacy," my lawyer said.

I stepped forward; microphones were shoved into my face.

"Melanie is recovering. Her physical injuries are almost healed, but her emotional injuries may never be. The courts have given me guardianship over her and it is my duty to help her recover from this ordeal. We ask, no beg you, to please leave her and my family alone as she cannot cope with the constant reminder of what she went through."

Looking into the cameras, I faced the reporters before me. 

"If this was your daughter, how would you feel? Please respect her privacy and let us try to heal her. She deserves at least that, don't you think?"

The reporters were silent. There seemed to be an agreement.

"I will take a few questions, I cannot promise that I can answer them, but I realize you all have a job to do, so I will give you some time now, in the understanding that there will be none after this."

"How does it feel to be a hero?" asked one of the reporters.

I was shocked. "I am not a hero. If anything I helped contribute to this mess. I should have known sooner."

"What do you mean by that?" He countered.

Shrugging, I said, "I should have noticed the signs sooner."

"How could you know?"

"I just could have been more aware... if I had seen it sooner... I would have been able to help her."

"You saved her life!"

"Did I? What kind of life does she face now?"

They were quiet after that. I was shaking with guilt. Another reporter asked a question.

"How is your family doing? What is the status of your son? Wasn't he implicated in the act?"

My lawyer jumped in before I could answer.

"As far as Mr. Jeffries' son, that is confidential. We cannot comment on that."




The Girl Next Door



"My family is upset." I answered. "We are trying to deal with the trauma we are facing. Melanie now is a part of our family and we will work with her to try to heal her as best as we can."

My lawyer thought that it was a good time to call the press conference quits.

"That's all folks! Mr. Jeffries has to go back to his family. Please respect his privacy. I have also gotten a court order taken out that restricts non-family members from being within 100 yards from the Jeffries family, that includes little Melanie as well. We will have this strictly enforced for the mental wellbeing of Melanie."

Everyone walked on eggshells around Melanie for the next few days. We tried to stick with an ordinary schedule, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Everyone stayed inside to avoid any reporters that were lurking around.

Andrew and Ginny tried to engage with Melanie, but she seemed to respond to only me. She had a habit of sitting next to me, whether it was at the table or on the sofa. That first evening, I tucked her into bed, an eighteen year old girl, a woman, who was afraid of the dark. I sat with her for a while until she fell asleep, and then I went and joined Ginny in our bed.

"Brandon, are we going to be able to deal with this?" she asked me.

I was unsure. "I don't know honey, but we have to try."

She didn't see Melanie trussed up. That image was burned into my memory for all time. I just couldn't bear seeing the girl in pain again.

Ginny knew my pain. She tried to share it with me and we embraced and held each other as I turned off the lights and we went to sleep.

I don't know what time it was, it was still dark out and it seemed like I had just closed my eyes, when I was awakened by something. I tried to get my mind to work as my eyes adjusted in the dark. I saw a shape standing at the foot of the bed, looking at us. It was Melanie.

"Mel?" I whispered. My wife was still asleep. "What are you doing here?"

She just watched me. "I got scared," she finally said.

I untangled myself from Ginny and eased myself out of bed. Luckily I was wearing some pajamas! I took hold of her and walked her back to her room. I set her back in bed and sat on the bed with her. She held my hand.

"Oh god, Mr. Jeffries, how am I going to get over this? I panic when I'm alone. Nothing seems to help me except seeing you, being near you."

I squeezed her hand. "It will get better. I promise. You've had a nasty trauma, you have to heal." She sobbed. "What if I can't heal? What if I can never recover from this?" 

She broke down and started crying. I hugged her.

"Calm down. You're safe now. We'll help you get better. I promise you that."

"But what if I don't?" She wailed. "What's going to happen to me?"

I stroked her back while she cried in my arms.

"You will have a home here always. Think of this as your safe harbor. If you don't get better then you don't have to worry about being left alone." Had I really just said that?

She pulled back to look my in my face. Her eyes were red with crying. There was a faint glimmer of hope. "You, you mean that?"

I nodded and smiled. She hugged me tighter.

Over the next few days, it became increasingly apparent that I had a little tag-along. Melanie would follow me wherever I went. Ginny was getting frustrated as she started to think that she had to share her husband's time and attention with the seventeen year old girl. What was even more frustrating was because of Melanie's fragile condition, if I had to choose between the two of them, Melanie would be my choice to pay attention to. She needed it right now, and both Ginny and I discussed that numerous times, when Ginny started bringing up the "unhealthiness" of Melanie's relationship with me.

There were a few times when Ginny had woken up in the middle of the night to find Melanie staring unnervingly at us in bed, in the dark. Ginny was getting creeped out, and started having misgivings on taking Melanie in.

"Brandon, I just don't think we are reaching her!" she told be. 

"Be patient, Ginny. She's been through a lot."

Ginny stewed. I went back to work that Monday, leaving Ginny, Andrew and Melanie home.

I got a call around noon from Ginny.

"She's locked herself in the bedroom! I can't get her out!"

Ginny had agreed to take Melanie to the psychologist's office that afternoon. I had spoken to Melanie about it with Ginny the previous day and we all seemed to have agreed. Now it looked like Melanie had changed her mind. I begged my boss for more time off. He gave it to me. I was being called a hero around town; it wouldn't look good to fire the hero!

I'm not sure the shrink was helping much. It had been three weeks that we had been taking Melanie to him and she didn't seem to be responding. Her relationship with Ginny was becoming more strained. Andrew avoided Melanie and because of that I didn't see him often. He had withdrawn and started hanging around with his mother a lot more.

Melanie always seemed to open up to me when we were alone, whether it was playing cards in the living room together, or watching television. Whenever Ginny or Andrew came in Melanie would become more reserved.

Ginny and I tried to be intimate in the evenings but she became concerned about Melanie barging in on us.

"I could lock the door," I motioned. It had been a while and I was feeling frisky.

"No," she told me. "That might upset her."

I was starting to get frustrated myself. "I miss my wife, damnit! I want you!"

Ginny just held me. "I want you too, but you are right, Brandon. Melanie needs your attention right now and locking her out could cause her more damage."

I grudgingly agreed. We went to sleep that night, holding each other yet I felt we had fallen farther apart. I knew then that we all needed to get some counseling. Melanie was putting a strain on everyone's relationship.

The summer was fast turning into autumn. School would be starting soon and the entire family was now going to counseling. It was slow going. Melanie still clung to me. My wife and I were understandably frustrated. Sex between us had disappeared, having been replaced by chaste kisses before going to sleep.

My work was suffering as well. I had to cut back to eighty percent time as I would be called to take Melanie to the shrink's office. The next hurdle was fast approaching. A trial date was set for September and we were all getting anxious. Andrew was to be called up onto the stand to testify for the prosecution. It had been decided that Melanie would be kept away from the trial as much as possible. Mentally, she couldn't face any of her family.

The reporters tried to honor our requests, but there was always someone who tried to get a scoop or exclusive. They hung out at the doctor's office and near my work. I was forced to push past them, normally holding Melanie protectively close to me as we traveled to and from my car. My wife just couldn't handle the pressure of the reporters so it fell to me to take Melanie to her appointments.

It turned out that Ginny accompanied my son Andrew to court while I stayed home and watched over Melanie. We had brought in a home school instructor who worked with Melanie on finishing up school work. She was very patient with Melanie, and to some extent, Melanie was able to engage with the instructor whether Ginny or myself was there in the house. That seemed to be a good sign.

When Ginny and Andrew came home, Andrew took one look at me, wiped his tear stained eyes and ran to his room.

"What happened?" I asked Ginny as she hung up her jacket. "The defense really did a number on Andy." She told me.

"They pretty much accused him of raping Melanie and wondered what lies he told the prosecutor to get himself out of jail."

"Those bastards!" I was angry. I was also sad that I wasn't there to give him support. He had needed it.

The following days Ginny took Andrew back to court as they continued to grill him on the stand. I had spoken with Andrew the first evening and each subsequent one, trying to cheer him up. I told him I was very proud of him and I wished that I could be there with him.

"Why can't you, Dad?" he asked me. There was a hint of an accusation in the way he said it.

"You know why, son." I sighed.

He just shrugged and then we stopped speaking for the night as he prepared for bed.

A few weeks later, the jury found all of Melanie's family guilty. They were sentenced to prison.

We had something to celebrate, but no one really felt like celebrating. Melanie at least felt a little better, knowing that her family could not harm her.

Life settled back into what we now thought of as "normal". Still without sex, Ginny and I started snapping at each other. We tried going away for an evening, but got called back when Melanie started freaking out.

We became roommates, my wife and I. What made matters worse was that Andrew, my son, cut himself off from me. I started noticing that he never would engage with me unless I made the first move. He never spoke to me unless I asked him something. He always went to his mother.

The other thing I noticed was that Andrew refused to be in the same room as Melanie. He would literally get up and leave the room when she entered. Since Melanie always stayed with me, it became a rare event when I would see my son. I missed him.

Ever so subtly my relationship with Melanie started to change. Not only was she close to me, she started touching me as well. At first it was just physical contact. The counselors thought that it was a good sign. But her lingering touches started to make me feel uncomfortable. I was hesitant to push her away, but with my frustration level high from the non-existent sex I was getting, her touches were, god forgive me, started to affect me.

Ginny noticed as well. In the evenings when Ginny would try to spend time with me in the living room, she would sit opposite me on the other couch, while Melanie, sat next to me, holding and caressing me. My wife had been separated from me by this girl. I could see the hurt in her eyes as she tried to ignore it.

It wasn't much longer when I came home to find that Ginny and Andrew had left. Ginny wanted a divorce, and since I had no relationship with Andrew my son anymore, he went with her. That left Melanie and I alone in the house.

In October, Melanie turned nineteen.

I treated this as a gateway to adulthood. When I told her this after she had just blown the birthday cake candles out, her face turned to fear.

"You're kicking me out?" she sobbed.

Ummmm...

"No!" I quickly said. 

She just looked at me with big wet eyes.

"I am not kicking you out. You are always welcome here, and by now I hope that you think of this as home. I'm just... Melanie, I'm just telling you that you are old enough and mentally well enough to make your own decisions now. If you want my help, I will always be happy to help you."

She took my words in and snuggled up into me. She shivered and I held her and rubbed her arms to warm her up. We sat there together in silence. Finally I turned to her and asked her if she wanted to go out. There was a movie that she had seemed keen to see.

"Really?" she asked me.

"Yeah, I figured you've been cooped up in this house long enough. Besides, it's your birthday!"

She smiled.

"Okay," she said. "It's a date! Lemme go get changed!"

I smiled and released her from the couch. It would be nice to be around other people for a change. I certainly wasn't interested in the movie, but up until now, Melanie had shown no interest in going out of the house except for her appointments. This was encouraging!

"Promise me you won't laugh?" she asked me from behind her bedroom door. She was waiting to come out. I was confused at first so dumbly nodded then added, "Yes, I promise."

She opened the door and stepped out. She was wearing one of my wife's dresses and she looked...mature. She looked stunning. She looked so unsure of herself -- looking at me with pleading eyes, looking for acceptance, looking at me for approval.

I smiled. She smiled coyly back. I took her hand and we left for the movie theater.

The movie was some Disney dribble where the teen girl was in love with two different boys. I didn't really follow it, as I was not interested and was more on the lookout for anyone that might recognize us and perhaps want to intrude. I wanted to show Melanie that she could be just another person that no one noticed.

We got home that evening and I turned on the lights and made some coffee in the kitchen. Melanie was giggling about the movie and how childish the boys seemed to her. We sat down after the coffee was made and both had a cup.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked her.

"Yes, thank you Brandon," she replied. At some point I don't remember when, but she had taken to calling me by my first name.

"You've done so much for me, that I just don't know how to thank you."

I waved her off. "Don't worry about it. It's my pleasure."

She was a little sad then.

"No, I mean it, Brandon. What happened to me has affected you. You've lost your family because of me --" She started to cry.

I got up and went over to her.

"Sometimes things change in life, Melanie." I said. "You needed someone and I became the one to help you and be there for you. It hasn't been easy, but I just couldn't turn my back on you."

She stared up into my eyes and wiped a tear from her cheek.

"You've suffered as well." She said.

I shrugged. It was the truth.

She reached tentatively upward with her hand and softly stroked my cheek.

Uh, where was this going?

"Let me heal some of your pain, Brandon. You have healed me, let me heal you." She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me!

I pulled back in shock.

"What are you doing?" I exclaimed.

"I love you, Brandon. I want to be with you."

I pulled away.

"Brandon, please! You've done everything for me; let me do something for you. Be with me. Love me like I love you!"

I stammered and took another step back. She was looking at me with big eyes and a love and devotion that even my wife had never shown me. It had been four months without sex. My cock had decided what he thought of the proposition, but my mind just went back to the image of her tied up in the cellar room, with writing and carvings on her body.

"No!" I choked out. "I can't, Melanie. I can't do anything like that to you."

She just looked at me and then got up and came towards me.

"You're an innocent girl. I'm a married man."

"Divorced," she reminded me. "Your wife left you. She couldn't stand that I loved you more than she did."

That hurt.

"Melanie," I gasped. "How can you say something like that?"

"It's true! You are my everything! You saved my life. You own me. I owe everything to you. I want to give everything I have to you. Forever. I love you. I am in love with you. Love me!"

She was upon me. One of her hands was stroking my cock through my pants. The other hand had locked onto my neck. She was kissing me.

My emotions were in turmoil. This was all very sudden. I pulled her arms off me and stepped back.

"Listen, Melanie, this is so sudden. I can't think right now."

She just looked at me confused. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Brandon, you have been there for me, you have sacrificed so much for me. You are my hero, my protector. I would be dead if it wasn't for you. I love you."

I nodded.

"I know you think you do, Melanie. It's just that you have shown me how you feel, but I don't know how I feel. Please. Give me some time to think about this. You are so much younger than I."

She nodded. I think she was unable to speak at that moment. She turned on her heel and ran up to her room, slamming the door.

I stood there for a long time in my empty house. It was too quiet as I thought about Melanie. My mind and heart were in conflict. I was alone now. I had lost Ginny and my son. It was because of my taking care of Melanie that I lost them. A part of me felt like a total failure. Often I thought about my failed marriage and losing my son. What kind of a man could let that happen? But at the very least I could take solace in the fact that I was there for someone who was in need. Someone who had nowhere else to turn. It had cost me everything, but I did feel like I had saved a life. But at what cost?

I loved Melanie, but like a daughter. She had fallen in love with me. Looking back I realized that everyone could see her falling in love with me, everyone but me. I was blind to the fact. Now I realized why it was so hard for my wife to stay here. Daily she saw this young girl come between her and her husband and there was nothing she could do. It must have broken her heart to be in a situation where another woman was slowly taking her partner, her love away from her and I wasn't aware of any of it.

Had Melanie done this on purpose? Had she manipulated me and my family? I was confused and my feelings were raw. I kept visualizing that poor girl in the basement room. She was so innocent, wasn't she? Her Aunt didn't seem to think so. No, I must put those thoughts out of my head. Her Aunt was sick. Sick!

Melanie avoided me the next few days. She gave me my space as I tried looking into my feelings. One thing was certain. I hated being alone. With my family gone, and now Melanie avoiding me, life in my house was dark, quiet and lonely. 

On the third day I knocked on Melanie's door. She called me in and looked up at me with her big eyes.

"Hi," I said.

She just nodded quietly, waiting for me to speak.

I sat down on the bed next to her.

"I've been thinking about us, Melanie," I said. "I've missed you."

"I missed you too," she said quietly.

I took her hand and hesitated for a moment before I brought it to my lips and kissed it. I looked at her for approval. Our eyes met and after I pulled her to me and our lips met. She showered me with kisses. I returned them all. I was surprised at how excited I was feeling.

"Oh I love you, I love you, I love you," she whispered between kisses.

I swallowed hard and then told her that I loved her as well.

We didn't make love that night. We fell asleep on her bed with our clothes still on. It was an epic make out session, something out of high school rather than, well what adults do.

I wasn't too sure if sex would be alright for her. Melanie had gone through a lot and sex might just affect her with a bad flashback.

The next morning I saw a distinct improvement with her attitude and personality. She was bubbly and although she hovered near me, there was an intimacy between us that she seemed thrilled with.

I was still conflicted with my feelings. I had grown fond of her and cared deeply for her, but I was having trouble looking at this young girl, make that young woman, as a sexual creature.

She had curves in all the right places and she was on the petite side which was something that I missed when I had fallen in love with my wife who was a taller, larger woman. But I still had the images of her in that basement room all battered and bruised in my mind whenever I tried to have sexual feelings for her.

The rest of the week we continued to cuddle and kiss but I was adamant that we not rush things. I tried to convince her that I was having trouble adjusting to our new relationship. Slowly I became aroused around her. It had been a long time since I had been intimate with anyone, the last being my wife long before she left me.

I came home from work Friday night to be greeted by Melanie, who had arranged a candlelight dinner. Soft music was playing in the background and I knew that tonight was the night that we would consummate our relationship. I was eager to get this over with as once and for all we could put the past behind us. I would either be able to perform or I wouldn't, and then we could go from there.




The Girl Next Door



"I want the lights out, Brandon," she whispered as we finished our kiss on my bed. 

I rolled over and switched the lamp off. It took a few moments for our eyes to adjust in the dark but we could make out our shapes. We undressed and slipped into bed. She sidled up to me and wrapped herself around me. I held her and slowly kissed her.

Gently and tentatively, she reached down to my crotch and grasped my cock in her small hand. It responded and blood surged into my member, hardening. It had been a long time since someone else had touched me there.

I let her lead. She would be able to take things as fast or slowly as she felt comfortable. I became harder and a groan escaped my surprised mouth. Up and down she stroked and soon I was panting in short breaths.

"If you don't stop that..." I said. "I'm going to cum!"

She pulled her hand off of me before the feelings overwhelmed me and then lay back and slowly spread her legs. Touching her down there in her crotch I slowly worked her into a lather. She was well lubricated by the time she started to squirm. No words or sound came from her mouth.

I looked at her one final time in question and she nodded. She was ready for me.

I crawled on top of her, careful not to crush her, and my cock slowly found her hole. She was tight and it took me some time to slowly work myself in. She grunted and I hesitated.

"No, don't stop," she told me. She gave me a reassuring smile.

Soon I was all the way in her. We stayed like that for a long time and then I slowly started to stroke within in. She still was quiet and I asked her again if she was ok. She nodded yes.

It was only a short time later that I came deep within her. Finished I rolled off her and held her. She hadn't cum. I didn't expect that she would. Now she felt closer to me. Her body had taken on a confidence that she was now pulling her weight around the household. She had given me the one thing that she still owned; herself.

"I love you, I love you, I love you!" she cried into my chest. Our juices were mixed together as she seemed to fall asleep. I held her and stayed awake.

I must have fallen asleep at some point in the night because Melanie woke me up with a loving kiss. She kissed me all over my face and chest as I tried to focus my eyes and clean out the gunk that had glued my eyes shut.

I took her into my embrace and we lay there for a long time while I woke up and tried to sort out my emotions. We had crossed a boundary, and I found that I was not having a hard time thinking of our future together in this new relationship.

I still felt like a heel, but Melanie seemed to be much better now. She was more sure of herself and there began an understanding of each of our roles now that we had consummated the relationship. She was never my daughter, never my friend, only my charge, and because of that she had been unsure as to how to relate to me in any other way than as her protector. 

Now with my new role as her lover, she began to blossom. The insecurity started to leave, and she became a little more independent. Now she could be in another room away from me. She still didn't go out alone, but I sensed that our new relationship had a healing effect on her.

A week passed by and Melanie finally felt comfortable having sex with me with the lights on. I drank in her body while she explored mine. There were faint scars over her body but much of it had disappeared. The carved writing in her belly had all but faded and I marveled at the healing powers of young people.

Our lovemaking started to become more liberating and daring. Melanie was starting to become insatiable. We quickly graduated from the bedroom to the living room to all the rooms in the house. It seemed that she was adamant in purging herself with sex.

I started to try to encourage her to go outside by herself. She seemed very reluctant to do this but slowly I was able to get her to go out and check the mail, get the newspaper and actually be comfortable in the front yard. The neighbors still stared at her; we would never really escape her past, our past, but she seemed less bothered by it.

The sessions with the shrink continued. I had been able to work out a flexible work schedule with my company and was still shuttling Melanie back and forth from the doctor's office. My life was completely consumed with Melanie. Even when I was away from her, my thoughts always drifted towards her and our evolving relationship. The hurt little girl was slowly being replaced by a sultry sexy woman, my woman, my charge, that was to be protected and loved by me.

Christmas came and I decided to treat Melanie to a little vacation up in the mountains. The company had a cabin that could be reserved at a good deal by employees and I managed to snag it for the week of Christmas. We would go skiing up there and play in the snow and get away from the town and the house. I was in much need of a break from the hectic schedule I was in.

Melanie was thrilled and devoted her time on planning for the trip. She investigated all the places we could visit up there and had set about rummaging through the garage for all the winter items, trying to find stuff left behind by my ex-wife and son that could be reused from our trip. Money was tight and she did her best to not spend any more money than what was absolutely needed.

The drive up took many hours and as we went farther away from our town, Melanie became more and more comfortable. I hadn't realized how much living in the same town, the same neighborhood had affected her. As we escaped that place, Melanie seemed to be almost normal.

We had a lot of fun that week, but something that became a bit disturbing was Melanie's insistence that I become more forceful with her during our lovemaking. At first it was her exclaiming to me to fuck her harder. Then it slowly morphed to asking me to pin her hands down while I took her. 

By the end of the week she was begging me to tie her up and use her. I balked at first, but she was very persuasive as she knelt before me and sucked my cock to hardness, teasing me and speaking to me about how hot it would be to be helpless before me, the one person she trusted.

I tied her loosely to the bed, there was enough slack in the knots so that she could escape if she wanted to. At first she wanted the rope tighter, she didn't want to escape, but I was firm. I didn't want to bring up bad memories for her and wanted her to feel a little control.

She sighed and gave in and I went to work seducing my captive. She kept urging me to tease her, to taunt her and to make her beg for release. I kept her on edge for a long time and when I finally pushed her over the edge, she enjoyed it but afterwards she seemed distant and let down.

"What's wrong, my love?" I asked her after untying her and spooning with her on the bed.

She was quiet for the longest time.

"You gave in to me too easily," she finally muttered.

"I did?"

She turned to face me, still in my arms.

"I'm different from others, Brandon," she said. "I love you, but I need you to control me, to take me, to hurt me.

She said the last part in almost a whisper. She couldn't look me in the eyes.

"Hurt you? I could never do that," I exclaimed.

I tried pulling away but she gripped me tighter.

"Brandon, I'm fucked up, but I love you. I have these needs and you are the only person I trust to give me these needs."

A tear tickled down her face.

My eyes started to burn to.

"Mel, I love you too, but I don't think I can ever get the picture of you in that basement out of my head. I could never do something like that to you. It would kill me. It hurts just thinking about that."

We cried together as we stopped speaking and eventually went to sleep. Tomorrow we would be headed home and I realized that we had not solved anything. I thought she was getting better. Now I wondered if she would ever be whole again.

Over the next few months, Melanie slowly brought me along into her fantasy play. Always I was the aggressor, always I was to take control away from her. Each session became more and more aggressive and harsh. She begged me to start calling her names, like cunt and dirty whore. Always she would orgasm. There were times when we had regular, vanilla as she liked to call it, sex. She enjoyed that as well, but to me it seemed like she was just humoring me. There was a wandering fondness for the other sessions that I would see in her eyes after our regular sex.

Therapy sessions seemed to be at a standstill. I spoke with the shrink about this new turn of events and she seemed to think it was a good thing that Melanie was working out these feelings with someone she trusted. Melanie knew that I would never do anything to harm her so enacting these sessions was a safe way for Melanie to take back control over her sexuality. 

I pointed out to the shrink that Melanie was becoming more and more enamored by the harsh sex sessions and less enthusiastic with the tender lovemaking. It had me worried. I wasn't sure if I could give Melanie what she wanted or needed.

"Brandon, where do you see this relationship going?" the therapist asked.

"I don't know," I admitted. I never really stopped to think about it. Everything was a reaction to what had happened to Melanie since that day of discovery.

"You've put your entire life on hold. You've lost your wife and your kid for her, to take care of her."

I nodded.

"Maybe it's time for you to reclaim your life. Melanie might be ready to leave and spread her wings. It might just be that you have done as much as you can but now it's time to let go."

I bristled at that comment and the session ended shortly afterwards.

The next week while Melanie was tied up to the bed she asked me to hit her.

"On my ass, give me a spank, slap your bitch!" she cried out.

I froze.

"Do it!"

I got off her and untied her. "I can't do that. I can't hurt you."

She had a confused look on her face. I started crying.

"I swore I would protect you Mel. What you're doing is killing me. I'm becoming like them."

I planted my face into my hands. I would not be like them - like her brutal Aunt and cousins. I would protect her. Save her. Keep her safe.

Melanie got dressed and left the room. Perhaps I had given her all that I could. Maybe it was time for her to spread her wings. I knew that I could never do to her what she now wanted. I could never hit her. It was hard enough to tie her up and fuck her. I had purposely never tied her in the position that I had found her in that basement. I just couldn't get over that image of that broken girl. Now it was killing me to see her revert back to that girl.

Then next few days were tense. Melanie spoke few words and finally I sat her down to speak with her.

"I don't understand what it is that you are looking for, Mel."

She said nothing.

"I gave you all of the love and compassion I have, but it doesn't seem to be enough. This new phase you are in, this hurting phase, I can't do it, I can't hurt you. It hurts me so much to see this."

She started crying. "I'm all fucked up, I don't know why I want this," she said.

"I don't know either, Mel. But all I can tell you is that I love you, but I can't do this."

She nodded sadly.

We went to bed holding each other. No sex. Just tenderness.

I went off to work the next day and when I came home, she was gone.

There was no note. Her clothes were gone, and the money for groceries and other sundries was taken as well. I waited for her for a week. Every phone call I grabbed on the first ring. I wandered the streets in search of her. She knew no one. I had no idea where to look. I filed a police report and they did their best to follow up but she had vanished.

I slept little. My days and nights filled with "What ifs" bouncing around in my mind.

'What if I had been able to hit her, hurt her?' 

'What if I hadn't pushed her?'

'What if I kept quiet?' 

Emotionally, I was spent. After that first week I wandered around like a zombie. I had failed her. Now she had left me because I could not give her what she needed. I had told her I would be there for her and now I had abandoned her.

The only thing that saved me was work. I poured all my energy into work and was able to finally get out of the financial hole I had been in since Melanie had come to stay with me. After the first month I had given up hope that Melanie would ever be back. She was broken when I had found her in that basement, and all the work the doctors and I had done on her could not put her back together again.

There were times when I was angry with her. There were times when I was angry with myself. I questioned whether I had done the right thing in taking responsibility for her. I could have had my life back with my wife and son. Now they were gone as well. I was left with nothing and no one.

My co-workers urged me to go out and socialize. I did a few times but really I was not ready to open up again. Melanie and my divorce had taken such an emotional toll on me that I was content with feeling numb, with feeling nothing.

A few of the women at work flirted with me in the hopes that they could fix me. I was now seen as broken as well. My problem in their eyes was that I cared too much. To them that was a good problem for a man to have. They all knew how much energy and devotion that I spent both on my wife and on Melanie. I guess they thought that I was more man that others. Interesting since I felt like less of a man. I had lost my family and Melanie. Twice a failure and half a man.

It was six months later on a sunny evening that I came across Melanie waiting at my doorstep when I pulled in from work. At first I didn't recognize her. She had chopped her hair short and it was dyed black. She seemed a little thinner than before and even though it was warm outside she was huddled on the front step like she was cold.

When I recognized her I stopped the car and jumped out and ran to her. She stood up and hugged me. Tears were streaming down both our eyes as I ushered her into the house. A thousand questions came up as I wanted to know everything that had happened, where did she go, how was she, etc.

She told me she was fine. I made some coffee and we sat at the kitchen table.

After a while she spoke.

"I didn't think you would be happy to see me," she said.

"Don't be silly, why would you think that?"

"After our last talk... I thought you didn't love me anymore."

I was taken aback. "Why would you ever think that?"

She looked down into her coffee cup.

"I needed things... things you didn't want to give me."

I stood up and went over to her and knelt before her and took her in my arms.

"Honey, I couldn't give you those things. I've given you everything I could give you, I was trying to be honest with you, what you wanted was something I could not do to you."

We sat there for some time, both of us holding each other, afraid to let the other go.

"You're welcome to stay here if you like," I finally said. She nodded and thanked me.

That evening, she went to sleep in her old room, while I slept in my empty bed. We would have to talk, and soon. My life had been on hold for too long. I was getting tired of this. I needed closure. One way or another I needed to know where I stood with Melanie. She would have to know it as well.

I took the next day off, calling in sick and telling my boss that Melanie had returned and we needed to settle some things. He was understanding and wished me luck.

When Melanie came downstairs I had breakfast ready and we sat and ate together. "I missed this," she said as she dug into the pancakes. We finished breakfast and I sat her on the couch.

"Mel, we need to talk, we need to figure out what is going to happen with us. Is there an us?"

She sighed.

"I don't know where you went these past six months, but every day I wondered about you, worried about you, and asked myself whether I would ever see you again. Maybe you can tell me what happened?"

She nodded.

"After you refused to hurt me, I was confused. Something inside kept pushing me to be more and more wild. I hated what my Aunt did to me, but the actual acts themselves were exciting. I realized that I was starting to crave them again. I thought that what those acts were was true sex. What we had was love but I wanted more, I started to crave to be taken. While you were away at work, I went on the internet and started reading up on sex and other acts. I started to get interested in harder sex. Bondage really turned me on and when you tied me up it was different from when my Aunt did it."

She adjusted herself and continued.

"What she did to me, I had no say in; what I wanted you to do to me, was something I could control. I trusted you and with my urges I wanted to explore some of the feelings I had when my Aunt and my cousins did things to me. Not all of it was bad, some of it I enjoyed."

I was shocked to hear that she enjoyed what her Aunt and cousins did to her.

"The idea of being helpless and having someone take advantage over me, it turns me on. But what they did to me was too much. There was no love, no compassion. I was a thing. That turned me on, but when there was no one on the other end that cared for me, it was torture. They hurt me, they tortured me, and some of the acts were too much. I was forced and had no say. But with you, I felt your love, I felt your compassion, I trusted you. I wanted to let loose and give you myself. You have given me everything, you have lost your life to me, and I wanted to give you mine in return."

She was fighting back the tears and her voice quaked as she finished. I hugged her and kissed her on the nose. "I never asked anything of you," I said.

She smacked me in the chest. "That's just it, Brandon. You never asked me for anything. You gave and gave and gave and all I did was take. It wasn't a fair exchange."

"You needed me, you needed help," I returned.

"I did in the beginning, but somewhere along the line you protected me too much. You isolated me from everything. You did everything and I had nothing. I had no other place to go, no other friends to see, I was as much a prisoner in your house as I was in my Aunts."

I recoiled at that statement. I let her go and anger surged through me.

"How dare you accuse me," I started. My voice rose as the months, no make that years of frustration boiled out of me.

"You were not ready for others, you didn't want to leave the house, you latched onto me. What was I supposed to do?"

Melanie got up and tried to hug me; she tried to deflate the issue.

"You did everything. You are not my Aunt. I am not comparing what she did to me, to what happened to us."

I allowed her to hug me, but I was still angry. Changing tactics I snapped at her. "Where have you been these past six months?"

She was started by the venom in my voice.

"All I did for you, I gave you my heart and my life and you left me, with no warning, no word, no letter, nothing. I didn't know if you were still alive."

She sat me down again and held my hands.

"I needed to leave, to figure things out for myself. I was feeling confused and you were right, you couldn't give me what I needed or wanted at the time. I thought you could but you did not have it in you."

That hurt and I struck back.

"I gave you everything but I wouldn't hurt you. So you left me. That's fucked up Mel."

She had never heard me swear and she blushed.

"I met someone over the internet. At first they were able to talk to me about what I was feeling. They encouraged me to continue to try to get you to go along with my desires. When it became clear you could not do those things to me, they offered to help me."

I did not like where this was going.

"Mel..." I started but she continued.




The Girl Next Door



"Brandon, I needed to do this, and I knew you wouldn't understand. The look in your eyes when we played our tie up games was painful enough. I left you because I didn't think you loved me and could give me what I wanted. I went to him and experimented. We did things --" 

"Stop! I don't want to hear it. Why are you telling me this, Mel? Why are you hurting me?"

I thought I had fixed her, but I hadn't. She had been broken beyond repair. All that time was wasted. I felt a failure, and the girl, make that woman I loved, that I thought loved me, was breaking my heart.

"Please," she begged. "Let me finish."

I nodded but let go of her hands.

"We did things, things I wanted to do with you, but you couldn't. We tried but it wasn't the same. It was more like what my Aunt and cousins did. There was no love, it was just sex. There was not the trust that we had. It was empty. He didn't hurt me, not like that, but everything he did was compared to you and I found that I missed you. I missed your love. I missed the trust."

My mouth was dry. If this had been my wife telling me these things I would have kicked her to the curb. Cheating slut that she would be, but Melanie, she was damaged to begin with, she was young and she was all screwed up.

"You gave me everything and never asked anything from me," she continued. "I tried to give you my love, and then I tried to give you my body, but you would not take the only thing I had to give. When you refused to hurt me, in that state of mind I was in, it was like you refused me, you refused my only gift to you. It hurt me, and I thought that you didn't love me."

"I had nothing to base my experience with you. I didn't know what love was. My Aunt and cousins never showed me love. The man I went with showed me something different. At first I thought it was love, but soon I knew it wasn't. I didn't know. Once I experienced it, I knew what I walked out on, but I had to experience it. I needed to feel it and know the difference."

I got up. She stood with me. "What now? Why are you back here?" I asked.

She looked deep into my eyes. "You once told me that I was always welcome here. Is that still true?"

I hesitated. "I don't know, Mel. This is a lot to think about."

She broke down in tears. "I love you, Brandon, I always have. I just never knew how special it was. I want to stay with you, if you'll have me."

I muttered something about thinking about it and excused myself to take a walk. I walked down to the local park and sat at one of the benches and watched the ducks in the pond. What she told me hurt. It hurt like hell. She had gone with someone else. Cheated on me? Well, sort of. She left me for someone else is more like it.

The words from the therapist came back to me. I needed to figure out what I wanted from this relationship? Had it run its course? Did I still love her? Could I live with her and what she had done? In some ways her leaving was a blessing. I was able to start to reestablish my life, but it was so empty and lonely. I had invested so much into her that throwing it all away now seemed like a waste. Years of my life down the drain.

What now? How would our relationship be from this point on? If she wanted a beating or bondage, could I do it? Was I angry enough at her to hurt her? Should I be angry at her?

I wondered back to the house and Melanie was waiting quietly at the kitchen table. "I wasn't sure when you would be back, otherwise I would have made some dinner."

I sat down. "Mel, what do you want with me?"

"Brandon, I want to be yours. I want to love and cherish you. I want to give myself to you and only you. I understand how lucky I am to have you. I hope that you can get over what I did. I needed to get that out of my system. I would have always wondered."

"Mel, we never settled our relationship. We loved each other and we had sex, but it was never exclusive, because quite frankly I never thought that you would have met someone else. I'm worried that I will not be able to give you what you need."

Mel grabbed a hold of my hands her soft hands had become hardened since she had left me.

"I would like to work it out. I know that I love you and never stopped loving you. I thought you rejected me but I can see now that you didn't, you couldn't give me something I craved. I don't crave that anymore."

"You don't want it anymore?" I asked.

"I want things, but I don't want you to hurt me. I want to give you control, I want to give myself to you. I think you will enjoy it. I don't have anything else, but I want to give you me."

"Mel, I'm not interested in that. I want you and me to be partners. Both equal."

Melanie got up and pulled me up to her, She placed me in a dancing stance and then urged me to waltz with her. As we waltzed around the kitchen with silent music playing in our heads, she asked me what I was doing.

"Dancing," I said densely.

She smiled.

"We're dancing, but what are you doing?"

I blinked dumbly.

"You are leading, and I am following."

"Oh," I said.

"It's like dancing, one person leads and the other allows that person to lead them. You have always been my leader. I want to follow you forever. I give myself to you. Take me. I will tell you when you are doing too much. I always reserve that right to tell you."

I paused a moment, "I would never have it any other way," I said as I kissed her. She kissed me back and we headed up stairs to my bedroom, our bedroom. I undressed her and she lay out on the bed ready for me to take her. I kissed her again then explored her soft body. I had missed that body and I lavished love and praise all over it. Her pussy was wet for me and I was hard for her. 

As I pushed into her, she smiled and whispered, "Take me, take what will always be yours."

And I took her. We stayed together after that. I went back to work and Melanie was able to secure a part-time job at the local grocery store. She received odd looks on occasion but her six months of freedom had strengthened her. She was able to face the real world now on her own. A part of me was proud of her, she had come a long way since that day in the basement, but another part of me was sad that she had to do that final step alone, despite me. How much had I really helped her? She tells me everyday that she is the luckiest person in the world.

Her urges are not completely gone. On rare occasions she will beg me to be rough with her, or tie her up take her. That was the bargain we had agreed with. She was willing to make changes for me, and I had to do the same. I still don't enjoy those acts, but what once happened once every month, slowly changed to every six weeks, to once every two months, and continues to grow longer between sessions.

She is pregnant now with my child, and we are planning our wedding. Maybe we both are getting a second chance in life.

The End



The Girl Next Door



Sex is a journey. Maybe even an adventure. And it certainly is a path that no one has a map to as everyone seems to discover on his or her own how to get from one point to another.

Maybe that's why my freshman year of college was so memorable. Oh, if you hear guys talk, you'd think they were porn stars in college and sex was just a past time. Well, either this story is the truth and everyone else lies about their first adventures or Tracy is unique among women.

Tracy wasn't my girl friend. She was my best friend that happened to be a girl. And despite the girl next-door stereotype, she in fact did live next door; actually, two doors down to be precise.

She had her boyfriends. I had girlfriends. But we always had each other. Even though I was 19 and finishing my first year of college, my sexual experience was pretty much limited to kissing, heavy petting and masturbation. 

I played sports. Lifted weights. And am a pretty decent looking guy, although I was more geeky in High School. But I guess I've always been more selective in my choices of girlfriends and some girls actually think because I'm an athlete with good looks and nice muscles that I'm getting sex all the time. That mix actually decreases my chances, I guess.

Tracy had her challenges as well. She had been a tomboy when we were younger but as she blossomed, she really blossomed. At 18 years old she had full perky breasts that I had watched for a long time, long blonde hair, athletic body, toned muscles and was cliché-ish drop dead gorgeous. And she had a reputation by the time she was 19.

This is what disturbed Tracy. Because she had a lot of boyfriends, they talked. Well, they bragged. They bragged that they had fucked Tracy after a few dates because she was popular and beautiful. She'd immediately stop going out with them. But here next boyfriend would soon start the same thing and continue the cycle. I guess she just attracted that type.

Tracy hoped things would change. They didn't. In fact, college guys just seem to brag more about conquests that never happen.

Yes, Tracy and I talked about everything since we were kids. She told me that she actually had never gone beyond heavy petting with any of these guys but by the time it got to the locker room, she was a sex kitten.

She didn't say too much because it leads to her next dates and some degree of popularity but she soon found the popularity was misplaced. Although in the beginning, I think she welcomed the reputation. The reputation got old.

We sat in her college dorm room at the university we both attended and discussed it again one night. 

"Heard that Brad guy really likes you." I said.

"Jealous?" Tracy leaned back in her chair.

"Have I ever?"

"Seems like you're the only guy who hasn't hit on me."

"Why should I? You dump every guy who goes out with you more than twice."

"That's because they're jerks."

"They say you're a fun date. Hey, I've even seen your birth control pills."

"Come on. You know that's not fair. The birth control isn't for birth control. My doctor put me on them to regulate my periods years ago. You of all people know me better than that."

"I'm just repeating stuff, not judging. I'm your friend remember?"

She folded her arms. She did that when she was thinking or angry. There were a few moments of silence before she continued. "Well, you probably won't believe me but I'm still a virgin, okay?"

"Okay. I believe you. You won't believe it either. But so am I." I said.

Now in most stories this would be followed by some epiphany of long lost love and they start making out for the first time; two friends discovering each other, right?

We went out for sodas.

Yep, that was Tracy and me. Just when we started a deep discussion it was time for a soda break.

And I'd like to be able to tell you that when we got back we had this wild sex that launched us on a new sexual discovery. But it wasn't like that at all. Being with Tracy was not like being with most girls. She and I understood each other, protected each other and cared about each other much more deeply. We even respected each other. And if that sounds corny, so be it.

"Virgin, huh?" Tracy smiled as we returned to her room. We had been talking about something completely different for the past hour.

"So? Maybe I'm saving myself." I said.

"Yea. Right." She took off her sweater and sat down on the bed. She was incredibly beautiful.

"Besides, the girls I go out with are quirky or something. They think they're beautiful and are obsessed with themselves."

"You don't think I'm good looking? Tracy asked.

"I didn't say that. You're gorgeous." I half wished I could have taken it back because we rarely complimented each other. We usually joked around all the time.

"You've never said I was obsessed or quirky. Why haven't you ever hit on me?"

"You're my best friend, that's why; and if you're such a hot chick. Why haven't you hit on me?"

"Well, I'm not a hot chick. Guys go out with me thinking I'll have sex with them. When I won't have sex with them, they dump me but pretend they had this conquest."

"That doesn't answer my question. You've never showed interest in me." I said.

"I do show interest in you. Like you said; we're best friends. It's just that...well..." she shook her head.

"What?"

Tracy didn't say anything. But at least she didn't fold her arms. We had been buddies since our moms pushed us down the street side by side in our baby strollers. Maybe that's why we never dated officially. We knew each other too well.

I had confessed only to myself that when my hormones started kicking in, I started paying closer attention to her feminine side. Her perky, blossoming breasts, long blond hair, the way her tight jeans hugged her hips were distracting over time.

But I never let on that she excited me as more than a friend for some reason. Tracy ran her fingers through her hair then shook her head to straighten it. She did that when she was stalling for time. I knew her well. Her hair framed her round face, deep blue eyes and soft smile.

As her hair floated down her back she looked down at the floor as she spoke. "I've always been afraid that if you and I were involved with each other on an intimate level rather than as friends that...well, that I'd lose you or something."

"What? You think I'd just try to get in your pants then you'd dump me? Is that what you mean?"

"No. You're probably the guy I actually would have sex with. I guess I'd be afraid that afterward you'd dump me. Another conquest. Just like the other guys say, only it would be true in our case."

"Tracy. I wouldn't do that..." I looked closely at her. A tear was forming in her eye. I walked over and sat next to her on the bed.

"I'm sorry. I just think sex should be between two people in love. Not something you brag about." She said as I wiped the tear from her face.

"Tracy. I'd never do that. Never. I'm not like those guys. You're my best friend. I've never come on to you because, well...because I think the same way you do and I was just always scared to broach the subject of being more than just buddies." 

"You mean you have thought of me as more than a friend?"

"Sure. But I was afraid if I did. You'd stop being my friend...you know, dump me too. At least, as your buddy, I get to be around you all the time. But I do love you Tracy. I don't try to 'get in your pants' as you say, because I love you."

The words just came out. I don't know why, maybe because it had built up with time. But it just happened. The words, I mean.

I don't know how much time lapsed after that. And I don't even know if the words we said had as much meaning as the feelings that had been growing over the years. Somehow we had started noticing each other in ways other than friendship.

And it was manifested not so much in our conversation that night but in the year preceding that. She'd pat my butt playfully in jest. I'd pretend I was going to kiss her and she'd pucker back up to me as well. It was the little non-verbal things we had been doing our college year together.

So it wasn't the conversation. It was just the right moment of emotion and honesty, not words. It was at that moment that it happened.

Tracy leaned over and kissed me. It was so quick; I couldn't describe for you our first kiss. Oh, we had pecked each other on the cheek many times. But she leaned over, kissed me on the lips and leaned back before I knew what happened.

But I can describe the second. We never said anything. We just stared into each other's eyes and we somehow knew. 

I leaned closer to her then stopped; fearful, I guess. But she leaned toward me. Our breath mingled. Then our lips met. Her lips were soft and they merged with mine. 

We kissed gently at first; our lips tentatively touching each other. Then her tongue slipped from her mouth and entered mine. It was searching.

My tongue snaked from my own mouth and began searching as well. Quickly they found each other and our tongues entwined and began swirling around and around in our mouths.

We kissed deeply then. My hand found her waist. Her hand touched the back of my neck and held me gently.

I don't know how long we kissed. But she laid back on the bed in her dorm room and we kissed and tentatively fondled each other for the longest time. I didn't want her to think I was being to forward so I tried to avoid massaging her breast.

But when I touched it accidently she moaned. And when I brushed it briefly to test her response she moaned again. So I massaged her breast through her shirt and she immediately reached down and grabbed my ass through my jeans to pull me closer to her.

At one point our kiss broke and we stared breathlessly at each other.

"You're beautiful." Was all I could say.

"Were you telling me the truth?" she said.

"Yes. I think you're beautiful."

"No. When you said you weren't like other guys."

"You know me better than that, Tracy. If anything, I'm afraid being intimate with you would change things."

"What if I wanted you to?"

"Wanted me to what?" I said.

"What if I wanted you to be the first, to you know."

Now the truth was, I'd have gone to bed with Tracy a long time ago but either couldn't get up the nerve or thought she'd dump our friendship. So my mind suddenly reeled.

"But I've never..."

"Neither have I. That's why I'd only want it to be you." She said.

I kissed her again. I massaged her breasts again. And she massaged the ass of my jeans all over again. We had been this far before with other people. But we slowly had to find a way to the place we both wanted but neither knew quite how.

It's funny how things come naturally. It started with my hand slipping under her shirt. When my hand touched the skin of her waist a sense of electricity went through both of us.

We somehow started fumbling out of our clothes. I don't even remember who started first but her shirt came off and mine; followed by pants, shoes, socks, belts.

When she was down to her bra time seemed to slow for a moment. She reached back, unsnapped it and peeled it off like a painter unveiling a masterpiece. And a masterpiece she was.

Two of the most perfect breasts you could ever imagine pointed right at me; round, full with brown areolas and perky nipples. I wanted to touch them but felt compelled to reveal myself as well before permitting myself to touch such beauty.

I slipped off my underwear. My dick sprang from underneath the elastic. Being an athlete my abdomen was muscular and my dick pointed straight toward my rippled muscles there. 

After she stared at my erection for a moment, Tracy slipped her delicate panties off. Her pussy was shaven and had to be the most perfect sight ever. The lips of her pussy were like rose pedals and her abdomen was smooth, flat and soft leading up to those round breasts that glowed like orbs on her chest.

There's something mysterious about being naked in front of the opposite sex. With nothing to hide it seems to begin creating a bond. Tracy and I felt this bond but we wanted it to be closer. 

Our lips met and our hands explored now unencumbered by fabric. I could now feel the fullness of her breasts as she kneaded my firm ass. Our hands searched every inch of our bodies.

My leg felt wetness between her legs. I resisted the urge to plunge my dick inside. We continued to kiss and roll on the bed not really knowing what to do next.

But nature soon took over again. My hips kept pushing toward my lovely best friend and her pussy rubbed against my thigh. I kissed her neck and sucked her beautiful breasts but it was my dick that wasn't satisfied and neither was her pussy.

Unconsciously she rolled onto her back. Her legs parted slightly and my body rolled between them to fill the space. I could feel the head of my dick poking against her pussy as we kissed.

My hand trembled as I reached down and grasped it. Tracy reached down as well and spread the lips of her pussy. I guided the head of my dick toward the pink opening, which looked like a velvet flower with its smooth pedals open as if in blossom.

The head of my dick pressed against the inner lips of her pussy. The softness of the head of my dick merged with the velvet smoothness of her labia. The merging of our soft flesh contrasted with the firmness of my shaft, which followed.

We both watched for a moment as my dick began to disappear inside of her. Her pussy seemed to swallow it as it folded over my dick, which glided smoothly within.

I pressed my body to hers. Her breasts flattened against my chest. Our lips merged and our tongues danced. Her perfume wafted to my nose and our hands searched each other's skin.

Slowly I pushed my pelvis forward and for the first time I was inside of a woman; a beautiful woman. And for the first time she had accepted a man.

Intense warmth engulfed my dick; like a fire. Tracy moaned and I had an urge to plunge deeper. I pulled my dick out slightly and gave in to the urge and Tracy responded with a sigh of pleasure. Her hand found my ass and pulled me tighter within her.

I slid my dick back then forward again. Tracy moaned some more. She tossed her head back and pushed her pelvis toward mine. I was fucking her. She was fucking me. We were making love and my head began to spin.

My dick slid easily within Tracy. My urge was to thrust harder and faster but I resisted, as I knew our lovemaking would not last long if I did.

It occurred to me that people must take sex for granted or maybe Tracy and I were different. Rather than just being pleasurable like you hear guys bragging about; I felt this incredible sense of belonging and closeness to Tracy.

Sure you are close, your fucking. But it was more than that. I suddenly felt the closeness I had desired with Tracy. And it was more than physical.

It was as if the planets had finally aligned and our two beings had become one. Our friendship, our jokes, our ability to finish each other's sentences and everything about our bond was being consummated. 

I could jack off if I wanted an orgasm. Having sex with Tracy to me was as much about giving as receiving. My excitement grew with each moan she emitted and each throe of pleasure she enjoyed. 

Soon I felt it. I knew it wouldn't last long. Fortunately, Tracy was equally as excited. I felt a stirring deep within me and could only imagine what Tracy was feeling. 

I began to stroke longer and thrust a little harder.

"Fuck me. Oh, damn fuck me." Tracy said.

My body was then no longer my own. I gave myself completely to Tracy. She threw her head back, her blonde hair splayed on the pillow. My hips gyrated erotically between her thighs and her pelvis rocked up to meet mine in unison.

It was a beautiful sight; Tracy's naked body below me, her breasts bouncing gently as we fucked. I couldn't take it any longer.

"I'm cumming" Tracy announced. Her words were breathless and low like the sounds were emitted from deep inside her.

She then opened her mouth but no sound came out. Her body stiffened. As she quivered my dick immediately tingled and I felt a shudder overtake my body.

I made several determined thrusts into my lover and without warning a rush of pleasure raced through my thrusts and my body spasmed as well. My body shook. My ass tightened. And I wanted to crawl inside of Tracy.

Cum flooded her pussy from my dick. Nothing could have separated us at that moment. The lining of her pussy quivered and my legs grew weak. My head began to spin.

Wave after pulsating wave washed over us as we shook together; each giving ourselves to the other, our bodies not belonging to ourselves. 

It sounds like we fucked for a while. But it couldn't have been more than a few minutes in reality. To us it seemed like an eternity though.

They talk about the great sex. To me the most bonding moment was right afterward. Or maybe it was simply a realization. 

My dick still inside of Tracy and our juices still mingling within her pussy; we looked into each other's eyes. I stroked her hair and she smiled at me with a glean in her eye I had never seen before.

I loved that glean that showed in her eyes and her smile; especially knowing that smile was for me. I didn't want to remove myself from her and for a while I didn't. We just laid there and stared into each other's eyes. 

Finally, when I let my dick slowly slip from her pussy, I still felt her. But the warmth had transferred to my heart. 

How anyone could lower the value of such intimacy was beyond me; and brag about fucking someone as if it was of little consequence. It was incredibly intimate and incredibly special.

I couldn't take my eyes off Tracy after that. The sight of her naked body, me within her and later our mingled fluid glistening from my dick and oozing from her lovely rose pedal pussy. It was as if time had slowed but it had been nearly no time at all.

And although time has now passed, Tracy and I still feel like that first time. But we now can make that time last longer and have learned some things along the way to make it even more enjoyable.

But nevertheless, I'll never forget. That first time.



The Girl Next Door



This is my first attempt at literotica, so be nice, OK. I'm writing this on the advice of a friend. A very special friend. She suggested I use my talent to break out into a different literary venue, so for you my Amanda, here goes.

The day I moved in was crazy. Unloading boxes off of the truck and bringing them into the apartment was tiring. By the time I got the last box into the apartment, I was exhausted. Sweating and absolutely exhausted. I wiped my brow and looked around my new apartment. It was bare and raw, but it was mine. I've never had my own place before, so this was gonna be an adventure. I went from my mother's house to my first husband's house and then back to my mother's house before moving out to be with my second husband. When things didn't work out with him, I was heartbroken. I didn't want to be 37 years old and a two time loser at marriage. My teenaged daughter elected to stay with my soon to be ex husband for the summer until I could get our new place set up. Moving from Northern New York to the Beltway wasn't an easy decision, but I wanted to start a new life. A life where I was truly on my own. I was either gonna sink or swim in my new city. I plopped down on the couch, leaving my apartment door open. It was hot and I hadn't yet bought an air conditioner for my new place.

"Hello. Is anyone here?" a voice called out from the doorway.

"Um... yeah. I'm... I'm in here." I answered looking back at my door. That is when I saw her. She was a voluptous, caramel skinned woman. She stood about 5'9" and posessed 42 DD breast protruding from her chest.

"Hey, you must be my new neighbor. I'm Amanda. I live in the apartment right next door." she smiled as I got up from the couch to greet her.

"I'm Barb. It's really nice to meet you." I smiled extending my hand to her.

"What's that accent I detect? Is that New York?" she asked smiling at me. Her smile sent shivers up and down my spine.

"Yeah, um... I'm originally from Queens, but I just left Northern New York. My husband... I mean, my soon to be ex husband and I lived there for 6 years. It... it didn't work out. My daughter is still there. At least until the summer is over, then she's gonna come out here to start school." I don't know why I was pouring my heart out to this stranger, but there was just something so comfortable about her.

"Oh, OK. Um... I'll... I'll let you get back to your unpacking. I know how stressful moving could be." she stuttered beginning to back out of the apartment.

"No, please. Um... I'm really tired and I don't even want to look at another box today. I was... I was thinking about maybe taking a shower and going out. Do you know any good bars around here? I could really use a drink and relax after the last year I've had." I replied, trying to keep my new neighbor from leaving, thinking I was a freak who dumped her problems on the first stranger nice enough to say hi.

"Well, I was thinking of maybe watching a movie tonight. You know, a quiet night at home. I bought a bottle of wine and I have some cheesy chick flicks. How about you come on over to my place after your shower? We can order out and just have a girls night in." she suggested smiling down at me. Now let me take some time to describe myself. I'm 5'6" and weight between 155 and 165lbs. I've had 2 kids, so a lot of it is just weight that I can't keep off. My breasts are 36 B, but a little saggy for the same reason. I have medium length blond hair and bright blue eyes. My first marriage lasted only a couple of years. The guy was a dud. I was 18 and stupid. He was a violent alcoholic. A fact that didn't surface until after we got married and I was pregnant with is child. My second marriage lasted considerably longer. 15 years. Things were tough for us in the beginning, but we stuck together. But as things gradually got better, our relationship got worse. Finally, I couldn't take the fighting all of the time and being blamed for everything that went wrong in his world, so I decided to cut my losses and start fresh.

"That sounds like a great idea. Are you sure it's not an imposition? I mean, I don't want to intrude on your quiet night at home." I meant it when I said it, but secretly hoped that she wouldn't retract her offer as I didn't want to be alone on my first night in a new city.

"Of course not. You don't know anybody and I wouldn't want to be sitting at home worrying about some asshole taking advantage of you out all alone and vulnerable." she smiled looking down at me.

"Thank you Amanda. I really appreciate that offer. I can be over in say an hour. I have to find the box where I put my towels and some clean clothes." 

"Don't worry about getting dressed up. Just wear some sweats or something that you're comfortable in. Remember, it's just us girls." she smiled touching my arm gently. My pussy began to pulsate. I hadn't had sex in quite a while and was surprised at my reaction. I've never reacted like that with another woman before.

"Um... OK. Thanks again Amanda. I'll see you in an hour." I smiled trying to cover my physical reaction to her touch.

"OK, see you in an hour. Is pizza OK? I mean, it's not New York, but it's got sauce and cheese."

"Sure. Pizza is fine. I'll um... I'll see you in an hour." she promptly left the apartment as I closed the door. I rushed over to the box that was marked bathroom and ripped it open, rummaging through it for a towel. I then went to my bedroom box and started picking out what I wanted to wear. I couldn't stop thinking about my reaction to Amanda's touch. Sure I've thought about being with a woman. I've even admired women's breasts before, but I've never had that kind of reaction to one's touch before. I was hoping that she could be a good friend, but also I hoped she would be more. Maybe not a girlfriend, but a friend with benefits. I chose a mixed outfit. My Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon pajama pants and a black tank top. I chose not to wear a bra. I don't sleep in one, so I rarely wear one unless I have to go out of the house. I picked out a pair of pink thong underpants I had bought to excite my husband, but it didn't work. He just complained that I bought new underwear when there were bills to pay. I took my time in the shower. I washed my hair and then proceeded to wash my body. I lathered the soap up and down my arms before crossing my chest. I massaged my breasts one by one. Each time I'd rake my palm over my nipples, they would stiffen, sending shivers down to my pussy. I trailed the soap down my stomach before venturing down to my pussy. I began shaving my pussy to turn my husband on, but when he didn't notice, I continued to do it for myself. I masturbated a lot towards the end of our marriage and I found that my pussy was more sensative when it was shaved. I enjoyed the sensation my vibe would give me. I slipped the soap between my thick cunt lips, carefully cleaning my clit and my vagina. I allowed a finger to slip into my wet hole, cleaning it thoroughly before reaching back to my puckered asshole. I slipped a finger in there as well, cleaning it. As I fingered my own asshole, shivers went through my body. I was tempted to bring myself off, but opted against it, as I had already spent too much time in the shower as it was. I still needed to dry off and get dressed before brushing my hair, to make it over to Amanda's in the time I had alotted myself.

I finished getting dressed and brushed my wet hair back, before slipping my slippers on and heading next door to Amanda's. When I got there, the door was open. I knocked on the door before pushing it open. "Hello. Amanda? Are you in here?" I called out. When I got no answer, I entered the apartment, looking around. "Amanda, are you here? It's... it's Barb." as I walked through the living room I could hear the shower going. I also heard moaning. 

"Oh yeah. Oh Barb, you beautiful little thing. Yeah, lick me Baby. You are so sexy. Right there. Oh Baby." I froze where I stood. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She was bringing herself off thinking about me. She wanted me to lick her pussy and make her cum. I began to blush before turning around to leave the apartment. I got to the door and shut it before rushing over to my own apartment. "How could I go back over there after hearing what I had just heard?" I thought to myself leaning against my door. As I thought about it, something came to my mind. I'd have been calling out her name and asking her to lick my pussy, if I'd had time to in my own shower. I began to smile. She felt the same way about me that I felt about her. But she didn't know that I heard her. So she was probably thinking that that's all it would ever be. A fantasy. I had to do something that night to show her that I wanted it too. That I wanted her just as much as she wanted me. So the plan began to come together inside my own head. I decided to alter my wardrobe a little. I went back into my box of clothes and decided to pick out a pair of short shorts. I took my pajama pants off to see that I had wet through my thongs. I went back into the bathroom and cleaned myself up, before douching and putting the shorts on, sans underwear. I looked in the bathroom mirror and noticed that the shorts barely covered my ass. Perfect. I pinched my nipples until they were hard enough to cut glass and messed my hair up a little. I was going for the seductive look and when I believed I had achieved it, I left my apartment to go back over to Amanda's. I noticed the door was open again, so I knocked as I had the first time and called out for Amanda again. "Amanda, are you here?" 

"Yeah sweetie. I'm in the bedroom getting changed. I figured I needed a shower too. Just give me a minute." she called out from her bedroom. I noticed two wine glasses on the counter in the kitchen, so I decided to pour myself a glass of liquid courage. I poured her a glass as well.

"Hey sweetie. I see you found the refreshments." she smiled as she came out of the room. She was wearing a pair of cut off sweats and a tank top. Her tits looked incredible. I wanted to just latch onto them and never let them go. Her nipples were like little pebbles seeming to be calling out my name.

"Um... yeah. I hope you don't mind." I smiled handing her one of the glasses.

"Of course not. Um... the pizza should be here in a little while. Why don't we have a seat?" she suggested leading me to the couch.

"What movies did you get?" I asked getting comfortable on the couch. I folded one leg underneath me, revealing part of my thick, juicy pussy lips.

"Um... just a couple of chick flicks. But we don't have to watch them if you don't want to. We can just sit here and talk if you want." she stuttered, definitely noticing my arousal.

"OK. Um... what do you want to talk about?" I asked. Just as she was about to answer, the door buzzed. 

"The pizza is here." she announced quickly getting up from the couch.

"Here, let me pay for it. You paid for the wine and you were nice enough to have me over so I wouldn't be alone on my first night." I offered taking money out of the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my shirt up enough to reveal the bottom of my small, sagging breasts.


"Um... no. It's... it's OK. I got it. I invited you over." she insisted before going to the door to pay the pizza guy. She set the pizza on the dining room table before getting paper plates out of the kitchen.

"Um... I'm not really hungry right now. Maybe we can wait until later. Cold pizza is always better anyway." I suggested trying to get her back to the couch.

"Sounds good to me. I could use a drink more than food at this point in the day anyway." she laughed coming back over to the couch. "So tell me. What brings you to the Beltway from New York?" she asked making small talk.

"Well, I've always had someone to fall back on. I wanted to, for once in my life, be on my own. Do things for me. Not to make my family happy." I explained, leaning my elbow on the back of the couch facing her.

"I get that. It's always good to have something just for you." she smiled seeming to stare at my rock hard nipples.

"Yeah, but I'm seeing a whole lot of other advantages to being on my own." I leaned over to set my wine glass on the coffee table.

"Oh yeah, what's that?" she looked deep into my blue eyes.

"Well, I'm starting to realize things about myself that I never knew. Or expected." I told her quietly as I allowed my hand to subtly graze her shoulder.

"Anything you want to share with your new neighbor?" she asked obviously feeling my gentle touch.

"There's a lot I want to share with you." I whispered leaning closer to her face. She noticed it and began closing the gap between us. She puckered her lips just as they touched slightly. That first touch felt like electric. Quickly the kiss was deepened. She wrapped her arms around my waist as I lifted my hands to cup her face. She pulled me onto her so that I was straddling her as we kissed with a sense of urgency. Our tongues tangled and my pussy throbbed. Almost painfully. I began to grind myself into her and she lifted herself up more to assist in my efforts. My pussy lips were pushing against her own thick lips allowing the seam of my shorts to masturbate me. I wrapped my arms around her head and held her to me. I never wanted to let go of this chocolate angel. Her hands cupped my wide ass and she rubbed in circles around my ass cheeks. Her fingers ventured into my shorts, grazing my asshole. I moaned softly into her wonderful, warm mouth. I pulled my arm back to cup her large, delicious breasts before breaking the kiss to trace my tongue down to her right breast.

"You heard me in the shower, didn't you?" she moaned as he flicked her nipple over the material of her tank top.

"Mhm. I was thinking about you like that when I was in the shower too." I sighed before reaching down to the bottom of her tank top with both hands to pull it up. Giving me better access to her big, beautiful breasts.

"Oh Baby. The minute I met you I knew we'd be great friends." she smiled down at me, watching me pleasure her breasts with my mouth. She continued to play with my ass, but added a finger to my dripping pussy.

"Mmmm, that feels so good." I moaned looking up at her.

"I want to bring you to heaven and back tonight. Are you game?" she asked smiling at me.

"Tonight, tomorrow night and any and every night after that." I smiled at her. She removed her fingers from my pussy and my ass to place me on my back on the couch. She reached for the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down. I kicked them off before sitting up to remove my tank top. As I lay naked before her, the only thing that went through my mind was, how I was gonna make her happy. What I could do to please her as she was about to please me. I had no experience with eating pussy or being in a lesbian relationship, but I knew that I wanted to experience those things with her. 

"Relax Baby. I want to make you cum all over my face." she smiled parting my legs. Revealing my pussy and ass to her. "What a beautiful wet pussy you have there. I can't wait to taste it." she smiled before diving into my sex. Her tongue flicked my clit before she trailed her way to my pussy and then my asshole. I couldn't help but moan loudly. If felt like nothing I'd ever felt in my life.

"Oh my God. That feels so good." I moaned my approval.

"Just wait Baby. This is just the beginning." she grinned up at me before diving back in. She sucked and licked and fucked my clit, pussy and ass royally. I came and came loudly, over and over again. Finally it was too much. I had to push my lovers face away from my pussy.

"Now, it's your turn Baby. I wanna give you the fuck you just gave me." I informed her as she removed her shorts and lay in front of me. 

"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." she giggled before I lowered my head to her thick, wet pussy. It was the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen in my life. My lover had the most amazing pussy there ever was and I was about to taste her. I extended my tongue, licking her clit as she had done to me before sticking it into her pussy, tongue fucking her. As my new neighbor/ lover writhed in pleasure, I held her legs tightly as my thumb rubbed her clit. I'd occasionally remove my tongue from her amazing pussy and lick and fuck her ass. She held the back of my head firmly to her pussy, grinding on my face. I was in heaven. I had given men blow jobs before and had had my pussy eaten out, but nothing compared to this. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced, and I never wanted to experience anything else in my life. I was a confirmed heterosexual until this experience, but now I was convinced that I was a lesbian. Eating a woman's pussy was what I was born to do. I knew society and probably my family would call me a carpet muncher, a dyke, a cunt licker, but I didn't care. This was the happiest I've ever been in my whole life. Eating this woman's pussy. Soon it was my turn to have my head pushed away. I crawled up my lovers body and shoved my tongue into her mouth. She tasted her own juices on me and I tasted my juices on her. "That was... wow." she giggled breaking our kiss.

"You're telling me? I have never been more satisfied or more complete as I am tonight. Thank you." I whispered caressing her soft chocolate face before placing a gentle, loving kiss on her plump, heavenly lips.

"No, thank you. You give as good as you get." she smiled caressing my hair, which was wet and sticky from our combined sweat and cum.

"Would you mind if I slept here tonight? I want to fall asleep in your arms and wake up the same way." I asked laying in her arms on the couch.

"Baby, I would love that. I never want to let you go." she whispered before kissing me again.



The Girl Next Door



It was a beautiful sunny Friday afternoon when Rick was detailing his bike in the driveway. He had planned on going for a little scoot. 

Rick's attention was diverted when he looked up to see the neighbor girl getting the mail. Alicia had just graduated high school and planned on going to college in the fall. Rick waved to her casually and returned to the job at hand. He was surprised when he saw her walking up the driveway towards him. 

Other than her graduation party, he had only talked to her a couple times in the last five years. She was the youngest of three girls, now eighteen. 

Alicia was a tall blond, about 5'9", and only weighed a 120 pounds. She was wearing a t-shirt and a short light blue skirt that flowed with every step she made. 

Alicia smiled at Rick, "Are you cleaning up the Harley to take me for a ride?" 

Rick just smiled, "I would love to have some company on such a beautiful day."

Rick had a hard time not to stare at Alicia's long, tan legs as she helped him roll up the hose. They both grabbed their sunglasses and Rick got on the bike to stabilize it while Alicia got on. Alicia's skirt raised all the way up as she lifted her leg over the back of the seat. She scooted up tight behind Rick and wrapped her arms around his waist. 

"Hold on tight," Rick said as he could feel her little breasts against his back. Rick reached back with his left hand and touched her bare thigh, "Ready?" 

Alicia giggled, "Be gentle, it's my first time." 

Rick just laughed, and rolled the power on. They were about ten miles away when Alicia started fidgeting. Her knees were going in and out and she just couldn't sit still. Rick knew what she was doing, he had seen this before.

Alicia let go of his waist with her right hand, reached between her legs and proceeded to touch herself. Rick's cock was hard with thought of this gorgeous blond masturbating on the back of his bike. 

He reached back with his left hand and touched the inside of her left thigh. Alicia clamped her legs against Rick hard and didn't move for the rest of the ride. 

When they returned to Rick's place, Alicia got off the bike slowly. Her face was flushed and she looked guilty and yet had this innocent little smile.

"Enjoy the ride?" Rick asked. 

Alicia replied, "Oh, yes!" 

"You sure look good on the back of my Harley. You should be a model. I'd love to photograph you sometime." 

Alicia giggled, "Sounds like fun. Where's the camera?"

Rick just laughed, "Don't move."

Alicia sat on Rick's bike and waited for Rick to return with his camera. He took several pictures of Alicia just sitting on the scoot. 

"Damn," Rick said. "You sure have beautiful skin. I want to see more. Have you ever taken any erotic photographs?"

"I took some in my bedroom by myself, but they didn't turn out very good."

"I have had several photo shoots here and all of them have been tasteful, except for a couple that were intended for certain websites. You could be totally naked and not show anything, That's sexy. It's what you don't see that makes you want to see more." 

"Really?"

"Sure, just be yourself, have fun. We're both adults. There is nothing I haven't seen."

"I don't know what to do," Alicia said.

"That's okay, don't worry. You are so hot that it doesn't matter," Rick said laughing. "I'll pose you. Take off your skirt."

Alicia was scared and excited at the same time. Just the thought of undressing in front of Rick was making her wet, and what if her parents came home. They were just across the road! 

"I can't"

"Don't be afraid. Would it make you less nervous if I get undressed?

"Huh" 

Rick unbuttoned his cutoffs and slipped then to the ground around his ankles.

Alicia stared at Rick's cock that protruded in his boxer briefs. "Better?"

Without saying a word, and still staring, Alicia dropped her skirt to the ground exposing her little white panties. She stood mute with her hands clasp together in front of her.

"Now, that's sexy." Rick said grabbing the camera and began shooting.

Alicia began to pose for Rick like a little cock tease.

"How about that t-shirt?"

Alicia smiled, then flashed Rick quickly. "Like this?"

"Take it off."

Alicia kind of bit her bottom lip and hung her head. "They aren't very big."

"Cmon, let me see."

Alicia pulled her t-shirt over her head and exposed her breasts for a second before covering them with her arms.

Rick walked over to her and touched her arm. "Let me see." She lowered her arms to expose her 32b's. "See."

"They're perfect!" Rick exclaimed. "Just look at these pretty puffy nipples," Rick said as he squeezed her left nipple.

Alicia gasped as he played with her left breast.

Rick pinched her nipple hard, "I want you to pose naked on my bike."

"Naked?"

"Come here," Rick said as he led her by the hand to the Harley. "I want you to put your right hand on the handle bar and your left hand on the seat.:

She bent over slightly and did what Rick told her to do. Alicia felt his hands on her waist at the top of her panties, then felt him roll them down slowly. She wanted him to stop but couldn't say anything.

"Very nice," Rick said as he complimented her firm ass as he slapped he playfully.

Alicia's knees got weak as Rick slid her panties down further until they dropped around her ankles.

"They are wet. Is this pussy wet too?" Rick asked as his hand found it's way between her firm cheeks.

"Nooo, don't, oh, ooooh." Alicia said as she turned around quickly. "I can't."

"It's okay, what's the matter?"

She held her head down, "I never..."

"You mean... never, as in a virgin?"

"Yes," she said quietly.

Rick just laughed, "There is nothing wrong with that. I bet you still masturbate, don't you?"

Alicia just held her head and blushed.

"Come here," Rick said grabbing her by the hand. Rick led her to the blanket that he laid out in the sun earlier that day. "Lay down and show me. I want you to masturbate for me. Lay down."

Confused, Alicia didn't know what to do. She was turned on more than she had ever been, yet scared. She was naked in front of a stranger, across the road from her parents. "Rick?"

"I want you to just relax, lay down and show me that beautiful body."

Alicia laid down on the soft blanket with her legs together and her hands covering her body.

"What are you ashamed of," Rick said as he knelt next to her. "You have such a beautiful body," He said as he touched her leg. "Show me."

She spread her legs slowly, but covered her pussy wither her right hand.

Rick grabbed her hand, "Let me see."

Alicia slowly pulled her hand away exposing her virgin little pussy. She felt as if she had no control. He was old, compared to her., but, there was something about this whole situation that excited her.

Rick could see the wetness glistening off her little lips. He pushed her legs apart firmly and lunged forward plunging his face onto her wetness licking furiously.

"Noooo, ooooo, ahh, Rick. Ahhhhh."

Alicia convulsed as Rick continued to lick her virgin lips. She had never felt such pleasure in her life. She wanted him to stop but couldn't say the words. It felt so good. She squirmed as Rick ate her pussy like an animal. She felt his tongue flicking in and out of her faster and faster, then he encircled his tongue around her swollen clit. She felt herself starting to cum as he sucked on her clit, then thrust his tongue deep inside her. 

"Yes, yes, yes' she screamed as Rick continued to devour her. 

As Alicia came she clamped her legs around Rick's head. The harder she tried to push him away, the more Rick licked. Alicia felt pleasure that she had never felt before. 

"Stop, stop, ooooh, please, ooh, pleeeeeas stop!"

He tried to lap up every drop as Alicia gushed all over Rick's face.

Rick came up for air, "Baby, I could eat your sweet pussy all day."

Still trying to catch her breath, Alicia grabbed Rick, "Fuck me, fuck me now."

Rick pulled down his underwear exposing his rock hard cock. He began to part her lips , then stopped. 

"Noooo, don't stop, fuck me!"

"Fuck!" Rick yelled as he pulled away. "You saved yourself this long, for someone special. It's not that I don't want you. You are so fucking hot, I'm ready to cum now! Think, Is this really what you want?"

"Oh God yes, Fuck me, I need you inside me. Oh please, fuck me."

Rick didn't need to hear any more. He parted her little lips and forced his cock into her.

"Ow, oooooh ..."

Alicia's pussy was so tight, Rick could only hold her tight as he forced his way deep inside of her. Alicia moaned as she wrapped her legs around him pulling him only deeper inside. Rick almost came immediately but stayed hard. 

Alicia met Rick's thrusts continuously until she heard her dad's pick up pull in to their driveway.

"Rick, Rick, stop, stop, stop, oh, ahhhhh."

Alicia felt herself coming again. She tried to fight it, but the more she tried to push Rick away, the harder he forced himself into her.

"Rick, Ohhh, stop, stop, ohhhhh..."

Rick pulled out shooting his cum all over Alicia's stomach. She lay there exhausted, legs still spread with the evidence of her lost innocence.

"My dad's home, I have to go." Alicia said as got up and gathered her clothes. She quickly got dressed, "I was suppose to make supper." 

Alicia kissed and held Rick tightly. "Thank you so much.," she giggled, "I can't wait to tell my friend Jen. "I finally gave up my virginity! She thought I'd be the last." She said giggling.



The Girl Next Door



Dear Reader: I have received at least a dozen e-mail messages all saying essentially the same thing: "All your stories are about rich folks who live in Marin County or a ritzy Virginia suburb. They play golf and drink Macallan-12 at swanky country clubs. Why don't you write a story about ordinary people? They fuck too." Well, here is a story about ordinary people.

*

She was the girl next-door -- Nancy Lee Morgan - a Tomboy till her tits started to grow. We played together and skinny-dipped together till the seventh grade and then my Daddy took me aside and we had a long talk that finished with a request. 

"Joe Bradley," Daddy said, "I want you to think of her as your sister and respect her and take care of her."

It was hard to think of her as my sister when we were in Junior High School and she wore that damn bikini and I tried to imagine what her tits looked like as they got bigger and bigger every month. I wondered if she was growing a thick curly haired beaver like I'd seen in the dirty pictures the guys passed around. When I started jacking off regularly she was the naked girl in my imagination.

When I was in the ninth grade I started to grow. I just kept on growing. By the time I was in the eleventh grade, I was six foot four and tipped the scales at 240. Daddy had played football and he made sure I went out for the team. I made first string before my Sophomore year was over and started every game from then on. I played defensive right tackle and I was good.

But there was a dark cloud on my horizon. It was named Lester Vernon Lowry. Lester Vernon only weighed a hundred and sixty-five pounds and he was as skinny as a beanpole. But, for some crazy reason all the girls thought he was gorgeous. That was the exact word that they all used -- gorgeous. I wouldn't a minded so much, except that Nancy Lee Morgan -- the girl that I was supposed to respect and treat like a sister -- the girl that I pictured naked in my head when I jacked off -- was the girl that Lester Vernon decided to date. 

There was something else about Lester Vernon Lowry. Something that Coach was very interested in. Lester Vernon could throw a football farther than most guys could kick it and throw it through a tractor tire hanging on a rope. Hitting pass receivers was a natural for him. Lester Vernon made first string quarterback in his Junior year. 

During games, Coach was always yelling at me. "Barrel-ass in there Greene. Lose those blockers and put that quarterback on his ass good and hard."

Only, he was talking about the quarterback on the other team. The quarterback that I wanted to knock on his ass was on our team. I only got one chance but I made the most of it. First-string offense was scrimmaging against first-string defense one afternoon and Coach was yelling at us to "Make it real! Make it real!"

I made it real. Lester Vernon was standing there flat-footed, looking to his right for a receiver. No blocker touched me and I was going full speed when I blind-sided him. Dead center! I must have carried him back in the air a good four yards before I landed on top of him -- all 240 pounds of me, facemask to facemask. It was a good clean hit and Lester Vernon just laid there, trying to breathe. I smiled and thought about the girl next door.

Coach comes running out on the field yelling "Time out! Time out! Dammit Joe Bradley! Not our quarterback. Never hit our quarterback like that! He breaks too easy."

I said, "Sorry Lester Vernon." 

I didn't mean it of course.

I got a reputation at defensive right tackle and a knick-name. Even the newspapers used it. I wasn't black and they left out my middle name, but they called me "Mean Joe Greene" and I felt real proud. 

There's something that feels real good about a nice, clean, hard hit. If you're bigger and going faster than the other guy, he's the one that gets knocked back on his ass. It's hard to describe. I don't think girls understand it. But it just feels good somehow. 

One time we were playing a team with a defensive tackle almost as good as me, and he was just creaming Lester Vernon's ass. I was enjoying it until Coach switched me to offense and told me to get in there and protect Lester Vernon. I did, but it really wadn't any fun.

By our Senior year, Lester Vernon and Nancy Lee were going steady. I was still thinking about her when I jacked off, but Lester Vernon and I got to be very good friends. Playing on a winning team does that to guys. 

Lester Vernon and Nancy Lee got married right after graduation. I was their best man. Lester Vernon got a job on the assembly line of an auto company, newly built by the Koreans near our town and Nancy Lee got an office job. 

I thought I might get a college scholarship because I was big -- 240 pounds -- and was a pretty good defensive tackle. But they said I was too slow and nobody wanted me. 

So, I went to community college for a training program in corrections. The older brother of a buddy of mine had done the same thing several years earlier and got a good civil service job at the penitentiary just east of town. The pay was good, but best of all was the job security and retirement. That really attracted me. I took the civil service examination and passed the first time. I had to wait for an opening but I finally got hired and the work was good.

We have a nice little southern town. Our two industries are the automobile plant, which the Koreans built because we didn't have any labor unions, and the penitentiary, which a governor built because we were his hometown. If you drive south for a few hours you can see sugar white beaches and emerald colored water. We don't go there very often because it's too expensive. 

After I got my job as a prison guard, I got myself a nice apartment. After a year or so, Lester Vernon and Nancy Lee got some money and bought a doublewide in a nice trailer park. I didn't find out till later how Lester Vernon got that money. 

There was a country western bar with a big dance floor and great music just south of town and all of us spent a lot of our spare time there, drinking beer and dancing. It was called the "Casa El Rancho" but all of us called it "The Ranch". The guys and gals from our high school who hadn't gone away to college hung out there. It was a fun crowd, but sometimes we drank too much. 

I dated a few gals that I had known in high school, none seriously. The closest thing to a serious relationship was a female prison guard named Ruth Anne Wells. She was a couple of years older than me and divorced. She was happy being single but was looking for guys to take her out and I fucked her from time to time. But, I still thought about Nancy Lee naked, not only when I jacked off, but even when I was fucking Ruth Anne.

It came as a big surprise, a real shock, when Nancy Lee called me in tears one night and told me that Lester Vernon had been arrested. I went right down to the station. The cops knew me and treated me nice because of my job as a prison guard.

It turned out that Lester Vernon had been driving up to the capital and buying grass and coke from some guys in the hood. He resold it in our little town and made some extra money -- that's where he got the money to buy their doublewide. 

He had a clean record and a job, so the judge, who happened to be a football fan, was good enough to give him probation. But that didn't last long because, several months later, he got picked up speeding with several guys and a big stash of pot was found in the car. I don't know if it was his, but this was a violation of his probation and that meant he went to prison to serve out his full sentence. 

So now I was a guard at the prison where my high school teammate was doing time. I didn't envy him. I knew what he was in for. And there was no way I could help him. Lester Vernon was a "pretty boy" and everybody knows what happens to pretty boys in prison. I watched over him as much as I could but I couldn't do it all the time. They finally got him one afternoon in the laundry.

I got a call from "Doc" who ran the prison dispensary and our small hospital. Lester Vernon had tried to fight them off and his face was a mess and he had bruises from body punches. But, it was his asshole that was the worst. He had lacerations and severe trauma and bleeding. At least half a dozen guys had fucked him.

Doc patched him up and kept him in the prison hospital till his anus healed. But then he had to go back to the cellblock. The guys were waiting for him. I tried to watch over him again but it was simply impossible. They caught him in the exercise yard in a corner where the guards couldn't see.

Doc called me and told me that Lester Vernon had been gang raped and beat up just like before. Doc treated him and kept him as long as he could but there was no way he could keep him forever. The next time Lester Vernon didn't fight very hard, so I guess you couldn't call it rape, more like a gangbang. But, his asshole was taking a beating -- getting stretched out just like a pussy. He was now a regular prison "punk."

Lester Vernon had sworn me to secrecy. I was not to say a word to Nancy Lee. And I didn't. But she was having problems of her own. Every weekend she went out to the Ranch to drink with the single gals she had gone to school with or the ones she worked with at her office. Sometimes she drank too much and sometimes the guys she danced with played with her ass. What finally happened was inevitable.

One night, about six months after Lester Vernon had gone to prison, Nancy Lee got staggering drunk at the Ranch. Her partner had to hold her on her feet on the dance floor. I figured I had better take her home -- she couldn't drive. I got up and went to the men's room to piss but when I came back to get her, Nancy Lee was nowhere to be seen. I headed for the parking lot, running.

Three guys had her lying in the back of an SUV with the hatchback up and her legs hanging out. They'd pulled her pants off and spread her legs wide with one guy holding each leg up in the air. A third guy was standing between her legs and had his pants down around his knees. He was trying to crawl on top and fuck her. 

I walked over to them and grabbed the guy trying to fuck her by the back of his jacket and pulled him off of her. The other two guys took one look at me and stepped back. The guy I pulled off of her spun around and drew back his fist to hit me. Then he just froze. When you're five-foot-nine and your pants are down around your knees and your pecker is hanging out in the breeze, you simply can't bring yourself to throw a punch at a six-foot-four, 240 pound tackle you've always called Mean Joe Green. 

He dropped his fist to his side. I leaned into the van and picked up Nancy Lee with my left arm around her waist, keeping my right arm free, and walked back to my car. The guys just stayed where they were and said nothing. Nancy Lee sobbed and cried all the way home

When I got her home I carried her inside and put her to bed in the few clothes she still had on. She turned on her stomach, put her face in the pillow, and cried. I sat in my car outside her doublewide for an hour or so, to make sure no one stopped by. Then I went back to my apartment.

Nancy Lee didn't tell Lester Vernon about the episode at the Ranch, but some one else might have -- I'm not sure who it was. Lester Vernon got a letter that said Nancy Lee was spending a lot of time at the Ranch and drinking a lot and guys were putting the make on her. All of this was true, even though I had talked to her and she had promised to clean up her act. 

I saw Lester Vernon one afternoon in the exercise yard. That's where I usually talked to him when I had a break.

"I'm really afraid that she'll get drunk some night," he said. "And you know how those guys at the Ranch are." 

What scared him most was that she was going to get horny and find some guy to move into their doublewide. 

"Look Lester, I go to the Ranch every weekend and Nancy Lee is there with several girl friends. They dance a little with the guys. I'll watch her to make sure that nothing ever comes of it."

I didn't talk to him about what happened. I guess I should call it an attempted rape but, knowing how drunk she was, it probably wasn't rape.

Lester Vernon was very worried. "Keep your eye on her for me. Will you?" 

I promised him I would.

Lester Vernon had finally made the compromise that a lot of pretty boys in prison ultimately make. He got "married" as the guys call it. He found a big strong guy, who happened to be black, and asked to be his cellmate. He was still getting fucked regularly but it wasn't gang rape. And none of the other prisoners would dare approach him again. The guys called it "carrying coal" which meant he had a black man on his back every night.

I kept my eye on Nancy Lee and she started drinking less. I was picking her up and taking her out to the Ranch most weekends and the guys there left her alone when I was with her. I guess the story of what happened that night got spread around. They even stayed clear of her when I was there with Ruth Anne. 

One night when I stopped by to pick her up she had a very serious look on her face.

"Sit down Joe Bradley and let me get you a drink. We need to talk," she said and poured me a half glass of Early Times and added ice and ginger ale.

"What about," I asked.

"When they say a prisoner is 'carrying coal' what does that mean?" She asked.

"Where did you hear that?" I asked.

"From one of the wives of the prisoners in the waiting room on visitor's day."

"What did she say?" I asked.

"She said her husband told her that Lester Vernon was carrying coal."

I didn't quite know what to say. I had promised Lester Vernon that I would not talk to Nancy Lee about him being gang raped. I wondered how I could explain this without breaking my promise. I couldn't. She would find out somehow from other wives during visitor's day. Maybe it was best to go ahead and tell her as gently as I could, before someone else did.

"Nancy Lee, what I am about to tell you, must never be mentioned to Lester Vernon. You understand?"

She nodded.

I proceeded to explain about pretty boys in prison and gang rape. Then I explained what the prisoners called "marriage" and how it saved a guy from gang rape. Then she asked me a question that threw me for a loop.

"Joe Bradley, what does it mean when they say that a guy 'settles into' carrying coal?"

I'm not a doctor. But I had learned a great deal about anal intercourse. Working in a prison, you really can't avoid it. I knew that Lester Vernon had long ago settled into his relationship with his cellmate. So I explained about the prostate gland and how it was stimulated during anal intercourse and how it caused the 'wife' to have an erection and an ejaculation.

Nancy Lee was obviously very surprised and upset by what I told her. She looked shocked and frightened.

"You mean he's gay?" She asked.

"Not at all," I assured her. "This happens all the time in prison. It happens when men are deprived of women. It doesn't mean he's gay. He's just adapting to an all male environment."

She shook her head in disbelief. "You mean every night he gets fucked in the ass and gets a hard on and ejaculates and he's not gay?"

"He's not gay. The prison is full of guys doing the same thing. When they get out, after a while, they start to look for girls just like they did before. Of course there are gay guys in prison but they're gay when they go in and gay when they come out."

She shook her head again. "That's hard to believe." 

She sat there for a moment, deep in thought. Then she said, "Now I want to talk to you about something else."

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's been almost a year now," Nancy Lee began. "It will be at least two more before Lester Vernon is eligible for parole. I'm as horny as a mountain goat. Vibrators don't do the job. You've seen me dancing with those guys at the Ranch. You remember that night in the parking lot. I was not getting raped, Joe Bradley. I went out there on my own. I was very drunk, but I went out there on my own. Do you understand that?"

I nodded. "I understand that."

"I'm grateful for what you did. Really. But I wasn't getting raped. Sooner or later it's going to happen again, and then again, and I don't want to be known as the whore from Casa El Rancho."

I nodded. Listening to her quietly. 

"I've talked to Lester Vernon about it. Has he talked to you?"

Her question made me remember a strange conversation with him in the prison yard the morning after the last visitor's day. He had mumbled something about not wanting Nancy Lee to be a whore and asking me to please take care of her. I thought he was still talking about her getting drunk at the Ranch, but thinking back now I was not so sure.

"He said something I didn't understand. I'm not sure what he was trying to tell me," I responded.

"He was trying to tell you that it was okay for you to fuck me," Nancy Lee said.

I shook my head. "I'd better go home, Nancy Lee. Don't you go out tonight. I'll talk to Lester Vernon on Monday. I'll talk to him straight. This is too important to speak in code."

I did what I promised her I'd do. I spoke to Lester Vernon in the exercise yard. We had a nice long private talk. I asked him flat out what he had meant when he told me to take care of Nancy Lee. 

He answered me directly. "I want you to fuck her, Joe Bradley. She needs it. I'd rather it be you than those assholes at the Ranch. And if you don't do it somebody else will and she'll get a rep as the town whore. You'll be careful about her rep -- I know you will."

When I got home that night I masturbated. And, as I had done since the seventh grade, I thought about the girl next door naked, only this time my fantasies went a bit further than usual.

The next night I walked over to her doublewide and told her about my talk with Lester Vernon. I explained that we had to keep a low profile. I had promised Lester Vernon I would do that. I had to keep dating and I could take her to the Ranch only couple of times a month like an old friend would do. Most of the time I would just walk over to her place so nobody would see my car there overnight.

She understood, and as we talked quietly, there seemed to be a gradual building of sexual tension between us. I suggested that we have a few drinks to relax us and she got out the Early Times and ginger ale. We talked a little about when we were students. After a couple of drinks she turned the lights down and we sat together on the couch.

I kissed her and ran both my hands down her body to her waist, then put them behind her back, pulled her close, and kissed her again. We didn't talk much. She ran her hand up my thigh and caressed my erection.

"Nice," she said. "A lot bigger that when we were skinny dipping."

Then she got up and went into the kitchen -- I thought to get more ice. But when she came back she was buck-naked wearing spike heels. She posed provocatively in the dim half-light.

This was the body I had dreamed about -- fantasized about when I jacked off -- since the seventh grade. Five nine, 120 pounds, narrow waist and big 36C tits -- nipples erect. Her belly was taut and flat. And that beaver! It was thick with curly, dark, brunet hair -- almost black. Legs! Jesus those legs! They had looked that way since she was fourteen years old. She had exactly the body I had always pictured in my mind when I jacked off. 

At five foot nine those spike heels made her six feet tall. She was a big woman -- too much woman for most men. But not for me! God! She was beautiful! She just stood there letting me look at her for a couple of minutes before she spoke.

"Fuck me Joe Bradley. Pick me up and carry me to bed and fuck me. And don't be gentle about it. I need a real man between my legs tonight. I know you got a big one -- I just felt it - and I want you to shove that Polish sausage into me and stretch me out. I want you to make me feel it."




The Girl Next Door



"You picked me up with one arm when that runt was trying to get his little needle dick into me out at the Ranch. You carried me like I didn't weigh a thing. Do it again Joe Bradley. Only this time I want to feel you when you're rough. Take me -- just take what you want. I'm hungry for it! I need to feel a big man who wants me."

I picked her up and she put her arms around my neck and pulled my head down to kiss me. I carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Then, slowly, I undressed. When I pulled my shorts down my cock sprung out, hard and ready, and she looked at it in hungry anticipation.

"Damn! I need that thing!" She whispered. "Let me get you ready."

She grabbed my cock and took it into her mouth and I could feel her tongue swirl around as she covered it with saliva. Then, keeping a firm grip on my dick she pulled me down on the bed, spread her legs, and positioned herself to take me. Her hips lifted up and she guided me into a dripping wet pussy. My hips pushed forward and I slammed that sausage home in one hard thrust.

"Jesus! That's good!" She said. "Now make me feel it Joe Bradley. Pound me! I won't break. I promise."

She hoisted her legs high in the air -- spike heels bouncing as I fucked her hard, just as she had asked me to do. Her hips lifted up firmly to meet my every thrust and our bodies made a slapping sound as we came together and my balls slapped her in the ass. It was a cheap bed and the springs broadcast our encounter in rhythmic sounds throughout the whole doublewide. This was the kind of pussy that I had dreamed about for years but never got my dick into.

Her first orgasm came in minutes and she almost screamed with passion as her pussy clamped down rhythmically on my cock. I ignored it as my eagerness to work for my own pleasure took over. A few minutes later I felt my juices start to rise and she came again, right before my balls lifted up, and I pumped a huge load deep -- her contracting pussy seemed to milk the semen right out of me.

As I collapsed on her body, I felt her hands massage the muscles of my shoulders and her tongue lick the sweat from my chest. We were both panting heavily. My dick slowly got soft inside her as I lay on top of her. 

"You're a man Joe Bradley -- a real man! That's what I've needed for a year," she said. 

"Now I want you to rest up for a few minutes and then fuck me again -- fuck me again like you just did."

I started to roll off of her but she grabbed me and held me on top.

"Don't get off me. I want to feel your weight on top of me. Jesus! You feel good! I'm a strong woman Joe Bradley, but you handled me like I was a rag doll. Do you know how good that makes a woman feel?"

"You're not talking Joe Bradley. Don't you have something to say?"

I said the first thing that came into my head. "That was spectacular pussy, Nancy Lee. Just spectacular!"

"It's your pussy from now on Joe Bradley -- all yours and user-friendly. Any time you want it."

I felt my dick starting to get hard again -- still inside of her. She felt it too.

"Oh that feels good Joe Bradley. Yeah. Real good!"

She kicked her shoes off and put her feet flat on the bed to get better leverage. Then she lifted her hips up and started to pump her ass.

"Now fuck me again Joe Bradley. And don't be gentle. I won't break." 

I fucked her again. And then, again. And then, the next morning when we woke up, again. By the time I walked home in the early dawn to drive to work, I felt like my pecker was developing calluses. 

After that we fucked a lot - several times a week. Sometimes I spent the night at her place. And we talked in bed after we made love. A lot of our talk was about when we were young. I was surprised that she had thought about me as much as I had thought about her when we were in Junior High School. One night she told me about watching me cut grass.

"I remember one day you were cutting the grass with your shirt off and you were sweating and the muscles of your back and shoulders were rippling and wet and shiny. I walked over to talk to you and I could smell your sweat. I wanted to put my hands on you and feel your muscles, but of course I couldn't do that." 

"You handled that big heavy lawn mower like it was a little toy. Then, when I got to bed that night, I played with my pussy and thought about smelling your sweat and thinking what it would be like to rub my hands on your body and taste your sweat."

"I played with my pussy in bed a lot, thinking about you, Joe Bradley. Thinking about your muscles and how your sweat smelled and how your belly looked like a six-pack. I was always hoping, but you never asked me out. I never understood why." 

Oh my God! I thought. She wanted me to ask her out. I should have. Dad didn't mean don't take her out. He was just trying to tell me to treat her with respect. I wish I'd asked her out when I started dating in the tenth grade, but I was always too shy. She was so special to me that I didn't dare risk her saying no.

One visitor's day after we started having sex, Nancy Lee went to see Lester Vernon. She had told me that she was going to tell him about what we were doing. I went over to her place that night. I was eager to hear how her visit had gone.

"He was very calm and listened to what I told him," she said. "He didn't seem upset."

"What did you tell him?" I asked.

"I just said that we fucked and you took care of what I needed. I didn't tell him about the time I walked around naked in spike heels to turn you on. And you picked me up like I was a feather and lowered me down on that big Polish sausage that was pointing straight up and I just hung there, like hot meat on a hook, and I wrapped my arms and legs around you and humped. And my body felt like one big pussy hanging on your cock. And then I started to tremble and my pussy started contracting and after my orgasm I licked the sweat off your chest. I didn't tell him things like that."

"Yeah," I said. "I ... I think it's better ... it's better that you don't go into details."

"I told him that you satisfied me, but I didn't tell him how I beg for it over the phone when I've had a few drinks or how jealous I am of that bitch Ruth Anne Wells. I know you're fucking her -- I just know it. And I can't stand it."

"I didn't tell him how big you were or how good it felt when those heavy low-hanging balls of yours slapped me in the ass. And I didn't tell him how sometimes we just stay naked all weekend and do nothing but fuck. I just told him you took care of me when I needed it -- I didn't tell him how much I needed it."

A year went by this way and Lester Vernon got no more ugly letters from whoever was writing to him about Nancy Lee getting drunk at the Ranch. There was nothing about the two of us having an affair. We had been very discrete and maybe it was working. I had quit seeing Ruth Anne -- I just didn't want to fuck her anymore. She was dating other guys, so she didn't get hurt. I still dated other girls to keep up the pretense and never left my car overnight at Nancy Lee's doublewide.

But something had started to happen to our relationship. It became warm and loving and comfortable, even though it remained sensuous and passionate. The first time Nancy Lee used the word "love" I pretended not to hear her -- but then she started to use it regularly. I couldn't help myself. I began using it in return. I guess it was real. The gal I had fantasized about since the seventh grade was in love with me and her husband was my friend and he was coming back to her in less than a year.

Finally, one night lying in bed, we talked about what was in both our minds constantly.

"He has a clean prison record," I said. "He'll probably get out at the first parole hearing -- and that's just nine months away."

Nancy Lee's body seemed to get stiff. She said nothing. 

After an eternity I said, "What are we going to do?"

"I love you," she said. "I love you Joe Bradley. I care about him but I don't love him anymore -- maybe I never did."

"What are we going to do," I repeated.

Nancy Lee sat up in bed. She was angry. "It's not his fault. He told you to fuck me to keep me from becoming the town whore. He knew I was just a horny little bitch who couldn't keep her legs together. And if it weren't for you that's what I would have become too -- the town whore!" 

"I shudder when I think about how he is suffering in that damn prison -- getting fucked every night by that big nigger! I don't know what to do! All I know is that I love you!"

She got up and poured a full glass of Early Times. Then she drank it down in several huge gulps. She obviously wanted to get drunk so she didn't have to think about my question. I held her in my arms and patted her on the back and whispered in her ear until she went to sleep. The next morning I left to walk to my apartment before she woke up.

I didn't raise the question again for a couple of weeks, but I knew we had to talk about it. One night, before I took her to the Ranch, I asked her again. Nancy Lee was sober and so was I.

She looked at me and then at the floor. "I love you Joe Bradley. I don't know anything except that I love you. I mean, he knows we're fucking, but he thinks it's just ... well just ... fucking ... you know. I've thought about it and I simply can't tell him I want to leave him -- not while he's in prison -- and not when he gets out and comes home expecting a loving wife waiting for him. I just can't do that. I care about him too much to do that to him."

I thought carefully about what to say to her. How could I make her understand that I couldn't approach my friend while he was locked up and helpless and tell him that not only did I enjoy fucking his wife, but, I was going to take her away from him. There were no words to say that. There was no way to say that. He had trusted me with his wife. We had a few months, but I didn't think time would help us solve our problem. I had absolutely no idea what we could do, or what we should do. All I knew was that we were in love.

To be continued...



The Girl Next Door



Generally, Eve hated conferences. Yes, it was nice to get out of town and away from the drudgery of home, but the boredom that accompanied days of listening to would-be scholars drone on about their topics was enough to put her over the edge. She did, however, enjoy the nice hotel rooms, especially if they came with crisp white sheets and a bathroom with a nice tub and separate shower. This year, she had popped for an upgrade to a suite just for the Jacuzzi tub. 

Eve knew a few people at the conference, as generally it was the same people every year. This year she noticed a cute professor from Pennsylvania who presented a paper on war and conflict, always a hot topic. She may have met him before, but he looked different somehow this year. After his presentation she walked up to mention that she enjoyed it.

"I'm Eve, and I really enjoyed your perspective on that topic. Generally it's the same old thing and your take was a little different." She said.

"Oh, thank you," he said, almost with a blush in his clean-shaven cheeks. He had short brown hair just peppered with enough gray to actually look like the stereotypical distinguished professor. "I'm Henry," he said, extending his hand. 

Even shook his hand and thought she felt a jolt of energy between them. She remembered now why she didn't recognize him. He used to have a moustache, but this year was delightfully clean shaven. They chatted a little bit more about his paper and then Eve walked off to the next presentation.

Later that afternoon Eve checked into her room at the conference hotel. It did have a nice king-sized bed and a gorgeous bathroom. Eve set her suitcase down and began unpacking. She noticed a door in the wall. Curious, she opened it. It led to another door, which must be the door to the next room. Ever more curious, Eve tried the handle. It was unlocked. Eve tried it and opened up the next room. On walking in she saw that professor, Henry, in the next room!

"Oh, excuse me!" she said, startled.

Henry looked up from the newspaper he was reading, looking quite started as well! "Oh, hello there, Eve is it?"

She was surprised he remembered her name, especially in this situation. "Yes, it's Eve. I am so sorry, I was just wondering where the door went, I didn't think it would be unlocked!"

Henry laughed gently, his eyes smiling. "Well you found me," he said.

Eve laughed, too. "I didn't mean to barge in," she said, this time she was the one blushing.

"It's no problem at all," he said with a gleam in his eyes, "Hotel rooms are odd the way they adjoin. At least now we'll know who is on the other side of the door."

Eve agreed and gracefully, she thought, exited back into her room, laughing to herself. She unpacked and went to dinner with a few conference friends.

When she returned to her room she kicked off the heels she had been in all day and stripped out of her suit. She grabbed her favorite t-shirt out of her suitcase. She couldn't wait to get comfortable. 

Standing in her v-neck t-shirt and her thong Eve thought she heard something through the wall. Hotel walls are notoriously thin. Knowing that it was the cute Henry next door, Eve listened closely. It was just the television, she thought. She walked over to the door that separated the rooms and slowly opened her door, trying not to make much noise. She was surprised to see that his door was not only unlocked, it was actually slightly ajar, almost like an invitation. 

Eve gently pushed his door open and peered into the next room. She heard the television louder, and was sure it was a porno he was watching. She looked around and saw him on the bed. He was lying back, reclining on the pillows. His head was tilted back and his eyes were almost closed, but he was focusing on the television, which was located on the wall just to the right of the door. Eve had a perfect view of him, but her head was obstructed form his view by the door. He was naked and Eve could see his curly chest hair. Looking down his tight body, Eve saw that he was grasping a beautiful hard on. His hands encircled his erect penis leaving the thick, wide head exposed. He was rubbing up and down, his hands moving quickly. He was making noises, small moans. Eve was a bit surprised to see him spread out like that and found herself becoming damp watching him. He moved his left hand up and down his hard shaft in a steady rhythm. His right hand moved down to massage his balls. Eve must have made a small gasp. While still keeping the steady movement on his cock, Henry turned his head and looked at the door. He made eye contact with Eve.

She was embarrassed to be standing there, watching him. But she could not move. Henry locked eyes with her, and continued to stroke his cock. Surprised that he didn't jump up and tell her to get back into her room, Eve felt herself become more damp. Henry gave her a look and ever so slightly moved his head, as if to invite her in. Eve slowly entered his room. 

"Hello again," he said, hands still on his cock. "Hello," Eve said, barely able to speak. "Don't just stand there at the door," he said, his eyes looking her up and down. He white t-shirt was sheer enough to show the outline of her breasts and her nipples were hard and pressing against the fabric. Her wet pussy was still hidden behind the turquoise thong she was wearing. 

Eve slowly walked in, and turned to close the door, knowing that Henry would get a glimpse of her exposed ass cheeks. He moaned a bit louder as she turned around to close the door and then turned back to him. 

With his hands still stroking his cock, which seemed even more erect than before, Henry said, "Eve you look lovely this evening. Come closer"

Eve blushed, but walked a bit closer to him. She could see that his penis was good sized and that his head was thick and enlarged. The sight of him, and the rhythm of his stroking, were causing her clit to become enlarged itself, and press against the thin fabric of her thong. 

"Do you like to watch?" he asked her?

Eve didn't know the answer to that question, but responded, "I like watching you." Feeling excited and brave, Eve took her hand and rubbed her pussy, finding the fabric of the thong had become completely wet. 

Seeing her touch herself, Henry moaned even louder and began stroking faster. Eve took a few steps closer to his bed. She was now close enough to touch him. Keeping her right hand on her wet pussy, Eve reached out with her left hand and stroked his leg. She rubbed from his knee up towards his thigh. Henry let out another moan, at her touch. Eve could see drops of pre-cum glistening at the top of the head of his cock. She let out a slight moan herself.

Eve spread her legs slightly and with her right hand, wriggled out of her thong.

"Oh God," Henry said. 

Seeing that reaction, Eve took her hand off his leg and used both hands to take her t-shirt off over her head. Her red hair tumbled out and framed her face and her neck. She was standing there, in front of him, completely naked. She put her hand back on his leg.

"May I?" Henry asked.

Eve nodded.

He reached out and stroked her inner thigh, rubbing his hand from her knee to up where her wet pussy was waiting. He barely grazed where her thigh and pussy came together. Eve tossed her head back and gasped at his touch. She reached her hand out and grasped his erect cock and continued the movements he had been making. Her hand tightened around his thick shaft and she felt him respond. She shifted her legs and now stood further apart. In response, he moved his hand up and felt the outside of her lips. The both moaned together when he touched her. She tightened her grip on his cock and felt his pre-cum dribble onto her hand. 

She slowly knelt close to his bed. Although it moved her wet pussy out of his reach, it brought her head closer to the head of his cock. She looked him in the eyes and she lowered her mouth to him. He moved his hand from her pussy and traced his way up to her breasts. He began to fondle and knead her breast, his finger in circles around her nipple. 

Eve leaned down further and took his cock in her mouth. She circled her tongue around his head and tasted his salty per-cum. Henry let out an enormously loud moan. He continued to fondle her breast as she took his entire length in her hungry mouth. He head ground back into the pillows as she swallowed him whole and began to thrust back and forth. 

She took her hands and placed one on his thick shaft. The other she used to massage his balls. In response, Henry opened his legs. While still working her mouth on his cock, her right hand still grasping his shaft, Eve took his cue and moved her left hand from his balls to rub her finger up and down between his balls and his asshole. Henry's cock jerked and his moans became even louder. 

Eve took her finger and began to circle his asshole gently. More pre-cum leaked out his head and into her mouth. Eve swallowed it greedily as she put a little more pressure on his asshole. Henry pushed back against her but then relaxed and opened up. She moved her fingertip into his asshole. He twitched and bucked and she tightened her grip on his cock. She moved her mouth back and used just her tongue on his delicate head. Her other hand moved her finger further into his smooth asshole, just past his first tight ring. As soon as her finger moved in, Henry began twitching, bucking, moaning and writhing in pleasure. His cock tightened in her grip. Eve opened her mouth and took in the full length of his cock, while pushing her finger further into his asshole. She curled her finger up and felt his spongy prostate. At that moment, Henry could contain it no longer and Eve felt the explosion of cum into her mouth. It was hot and salty and she swallowed each and every thrust. His cock went deeper into her soft, wet mouth and she opened her throat and swallowed each bit of cum. 

"Oh God! Oh God!" Henry exclaimed. 

Eve slowly moved her finger out of his asshole and felt it close behind her. She massaged his balls very gently and moved her mouth off of his sticky-but-shrinking cock. She gave him a final lick and looked up at him. His hair was tinged with sweat and his face looked so serene.

"I'm so glad that you're the girl next door," he said.



The Girl Next Door



 Just a simple story. i am just starting out.




Damian is an outcast, the freak in the crowd. He is 5'9 and weighs 176 lbs at 18 years old. He is semi-athletic, as he works out everyday. His eyes are the perfect shade of blue, almost as if they look into your soul. He has spiky black hair that has lime green tips. He also has snake bites and gauged ears. He always wears metal band tees and black jeans with a chained wallet and black and green checkered slip on Vans. 

Meanwhile, Caitlyn is one of the most popular girls in school. She has nice brown hair, and green eyes that gleam like emeralds. She is 5'5 and 112 lbs. and very athletic being the star volleyball player of the school. She wears expensive brand clothing and drives a nice car. She is also 18. 

The two are the type of people you just do not expect to get along, but they have lived next door to each other their whole lives. They both changed in Junior High and they don't really talk to each other anymore except at family parties, but they are not hostile to each other. Damian is bullied by all the jock types though, until one day when Caitlyn's boyfriend, the captain of the football team shoves Damian over a railing into a bush in the courtyard. 

"That is what you get emo fag," says Greg, the football captain. All of Greg's friends are laughing, but Caitlyn stands up for Damian. 

"Just leave him alone you jackass, he has never done anything wrong to you," she says before starting to walk away. Greg starts to walk after her, but sees Damian getting out of the bushes. 

"I'm tired of all the bullshit Greg, me and you right here, right now," Damian says as he takes his gauges out and puts them in his backpack. 

"I have 40 lbs on you, do you think you can take me?" Greg says as he throws his backpack and jacket off. "Don't you dare try to kiss me though, you scene fag." 

"I know I can take you, and when I do, if you ever bully another kid I will be there to shut you down," Damian says as he throws his backpack down as well. Caitlyn hears the commotion and comes back to see what is happening.

Greg rushes at Damian ready to tackle him to the ground. Damian moves to the side and throws a punch nailing Greg in the back of the head knocking him down and face first into the dirt. Greg quickly gets up and catches Damians next punch before swinging with one of his own into Damian's gut. Damian's breathe is taken away as Greg gets a few more punches in before throwing him across the courtyard. 

"I thought you knew you could take me Damian," Greg says laughing before walking to what looks like a badly beaten Damian. 

"I do," Damian says laughing getting up and quickly ducking Greg's large fist. Damian throws a punch hitting Greg in the face while he spins around. Damian uses his agility to get some more right hooks in on Greg's face while proceeding to dodge getting hit. Greg throws a kick out which Damian barely evades. "So we can kick," Damians says moving in and kicking Greg in the back of the knee. Greg falls down for a split second in which Damian puts all his might behind his fist knocking greg down even more. Damian grabs Greg by the head and then knees him in the face breaking one of Greg's canines. 

"Just stay down," Damian says as he starts to walk away. Greg however gets up and throws a cheap shit to Damian's back. Greg rolls him over and starts to punch him in the face. Caitlyn yells distracting Greg long enough for Damian to punch Greg off of him. They both get to their feet and Damian does a jumping roundhouse that knocks Greg out cold. Damian spits on him before getting his stuff and walking away.

A few hours later Damian is walking home listening to his music when someone taps him on the shoulder. He turns to find Caitlyn walking next to him. 

"Shouldn't you be tending to your gorilla?" Damian asks more harshly than he means too and feels bad when he sees Caitlyn's face.

"I kind of deserve that, but he is now my former gorilla, no one treats my oldest friend like that," Caitlyn says with a smile. 

"You still consider me a friend? We haven't talked in like three years," Damian asks while raising his eyebrows quizzically. 

"Well of course I do, I mean I may not show it, but I will always care about you Damian," Caitlyn says affectionately before kissing Damian's split lip.

Damian kind of jumps at first before asking, "Why did you just kiss me?" 

"I don't know I guess it just kind of felt right, and my kissing helps make everything better," Caitlyn answers with a wink.

"I do believe I was the doctor though, Katy," Damian says with his first smile in a long time. Caitlyn's cheeks turn beet red while Damian laughs and puts his arm around her while they walk home. 

They make it to their neighborhood and Damian is about to let Caitlyn go when she asks, "Hey are your parents home yet?" 

"No, they won't be home for another few hours, why?" Damian asks in return. 

Caitlyn puts her lips close to Damian's ear and whispers seductively, "I am a very horny teenage girl Damian." Damian's eyes get big as he picks her up and runs to his door fumbling with his keys trying to unlock it as fast as he can. He gets the door open and carries her upstairs while she giggles the whole time. Damian sets her on the bed and kisses her lips passionately like a long lost lover would. "I'm already liking this," Caitlyn says with a giggle before kissing back with just as much lust. Damian quickly removes her American Eagle shirt revealing her black and pink lace bra. He continues to kiss her while grabbing her ass which is emphasized in the yoga pants she is wearing.

Damian rolls the yoga pants down revealing panties that match her bra. He kisses her deeper before she commands him to take his shirt off. He throws his shirt somewhere and unbuckles and unzips his pants before biting her neck, making her release a small moan. He reaches back and undoes the clasp on her bra right before he throws it away from them. He moves downward and starts biting her hardening nipples before sucking on them while he slowly starts rubbing her mound through her panties which already have a wet spot. She starts to moan a little louder as he rubs her faster and faster. He finishes taking off her yoga pants and then slides her panties down to her knees. He starts to rub her clit which causes her to slightly jump from pleasure. He rubs her clit with his thumb, but easily fits a finger into her tight wet pussy. He moves it in and out while rubbing which causes her to orgasm. Surprisingly, she squirts it a few inches, which causes both of them to laugh. 

"I didn't know that I was a squirter," Caitlyn says with a smile on her face before she pushes Damian over and slides off his pants. 

"Maybe that's because your ex doesn't know how to properly please a girl," Damian says as he kicks off his jeans. 

"He never even got the chance to find out, you are the first guy to see me in my splendor," Caitlyn says kissing him again. "I've always wanted you to be my first, remember, we were gonna get married when we were older."

"So long ago, and I would love to be your first," Damian says kissing her before she goes down and starts to run her tongue up and down his shaft. She licks the tip before taking it all in her mouth. She moves her mouth up and down coating him in saliva. She continues you suck while flicking her tongue which causes him to shoot a load in her mouth. She manages to swallow it all, but just barely. 

"Will you get me a drink really quick?" Caitlyn asks swallowing a few leftover drops. 

"Yeah I will, if you want some mouthwash, there is some in my bathroom," Damian says before heading downstairs to the kitchen. He grabs two Mountain Dew Code Reds out of the fridge and heads back upstairs to find Caitlyn just waiting for him. 

"Thank you," Caitlyn says before kissing him with a minty fresh mouth. 

"You are just too cute," Damian says as they both take drinks. Damian pulls Caitlyn close to him and plants kisses all over her. 

"Thank you, and your friend needs to get up again so we can have some more fun," Caitlyn says seductively before biting his neck. "There we go," She says smiling. 

Damian opens his drawer and grabs a condom. He rips it open and puts it on before pressing the head of his dick at her wet opening. It is still tight but with all her wetness it slides in. He moves gently until he reaches her hymen. "This might hurt a little," Damian says as he thrust his hips, his 8 inch dick impaling her and breaking her hymen. She cries out in pain at first but as he gently thrust her cries of agony turn to pleasure. He slowly increases his speed and thrusts harder, his balls slapping against her ass. She is moaning louder as she reaches a climax her juices making it easier to slide in and out. 

"This is so fucking good," Caitlyn says panting. 

"You ready for some more?" Damians asks. Caitlyn nods her head agreeing. "I want you to bend over on all fours for me," Damian commands. Caitlyn does what he says and he enters her from behind. He puts his hands on her hips and then starts to thrust into her rapidly while pulling her by her hips into him. Her front arms collapse under her, and Damian continues to fuck her with her ass up in the air. She starts to moan and pant as her pussy clamps down on Damian's dick, making both of them cum. Damian pulls out and then throws the condom away, before kissing Caitlyn who is clearly exhausted. 

"That was amazing, thank you Damian," Caitlyn says slowly as she regains her breath. Damian collects her clothing for her before putting his back on. 

"Anytime, It was possibly the greatest moment of my life," Damians says holding her close to him. Caitlyn falls asleep in his arms smiling, with him following close behind.



The Girl Next Door



NOTE: All the characters in this story are above 18.

As I write this, I lay beneath the stars, not your stars, stars and heavenly bodies of a place...very far away. I'm wearing a jacket I lifted from some dead hobo and haven't eaten in days, in a desert that just seems to stretch on...forever. How did I end up so far from home? Well, it all started when we got a new neighbor, the girl next door...

***

I guess you could say the beginning of my troubles began when my dad died, some drunk asshole put him in the dirt on a rainy night, slipping off the road and crushing him in his seat. Mom wept for days, my bro, Ben, clammed up and turned into a little anti-social fuckhead, but I couldn't blame him. I wanted to rip the drunkard's head off but he died too.

Ultimately we couldn't afford to live in a house anymore, so we moved to an apartment. It was actually a pretty nice place, its only downside, if you could call it that, was that we were on the 13th floor, which in retrospect, probably didn't help things. 

Things were looking up. Mom got some corporate paper pushing gig, making some good money. I got along with a girl from another floor, Katie, so well we became a couple and I was looking into some vocational schools, aiming to be an electrician or something. Life was good.

And then she came. One day, out of the blue, this girl came out of nowhere, moving in next door to us. Pretty noticeable since our floor was mostly empty, I remembered a nice Asian chick down the hall, and maybe a few old people, so this lady stuck out.

When Ben and me first met her, on her moving in day, we were blown away. She was wearing a super tight low cut dress, so tight it showed off the flowing hemispheres of her ass, barely concealing her abundant breasts, which exploded into a lush valley of cleavage, caressed by her long, amber hair. She was temptation incarnate.

Ben had a goofy smile on his face and was staring right into her cleavage, his eyes following her strange pendant which dangled enticingly between her massive breasts. I nudged him, trying to shake him out of his stupor as we introduced ourselves.

"Hi there! I'm Tom and this is my brother Ben." I moved to shake her hand, and became lost in her gorgeous face. Before then, I had prided myself on not being easily swayed by a woman's allure, but holy shit, this chick was surreal in her beauty. Her bright gray eyes gleamed, and seemed to stare right through me. I wanted to run away right then, but kept cool in front of my brother.

"I'm Lisa, pleasure to meet you both!" she said, giving Ben a little look, almost winking at him, before turning back to me. "People here are so warm and inviting...say, would you boys be up for helping me unpack a few boxes? I've got all my belongings here, just gotta furnish the place now!"

We both said sure at the same time. I had to meet up with Katie later that day, but I had some time to spare. We followed her inside, our eyes glued to her sculpted bottom, her cheeks quivering and flexing as she took each step. She must have known the effect she had on us, she moved too seductively to be practical but I didn't care, nor did my cock, I had to push it down to stop the pain it caused from pressing against my jeans.

When we got to her boxes, everything was as mundane as could be. Coffee maker, tea bags, random kitchen crap, from the corner of my eye I could see her pat my bro on the back, flirting with him as he unpacked. Suited me, I was spoken for and didn't need any more temptation. And then I got to the weird shit.

I found some cloths, possibly table cloths, bright red interlaced with black thread, the patterns reminded me of something Indian or Oriental, very ornate and something I had never seen before. My eyes hurt the longer I stared at it so I put that shit away, and then I came across some old pictures. Black and white pictures filled with random people, until I found one with Lisa. 

But it couldn't have been her, the people looked like they were dressed from the 20's. Must have been a grandmother. Even so, through the picture this chick seemed to be peering right into me, and I found myself growing cold, goosebumps spreading across my arms, so I put it back. I stood up, eager to wash my hands of this weirdness. 

"Hey Lisa, what brings you here? Where are you from?" I said, watching her bend over another box, her pendulous breasts hanging heavily within her dress. I think she caught me staring but continued on as if nothing had happened.

"Oh just here to expand my clientele, make new friends, start fresh. I came from down south. Very hot, dreadful climate."

"Ah cool...what do you do?"

"Massage and stress relief, that sort of thing."

She looked like a masseuse, the 'happy ending' kind. Her ass was so perfect, so full and ready for groping, her waist thin and fit, accentuating the heavenly, teardrop shape of her breasts. I bet she was expensive, whether she massaged cocks or not.

And even though I could ogle her all day, her new pad seemed 'off', giving me the wrong kind of tingles, even though by all accounts it seemed to be very similar to my apartment. "Nice. Well Lisa, I gotta go, but it was nice meeting you."

She held one hand over her chest, smiling while she twirled her pendant, as she extended her other hand to shake mine. My eyes struggled, not wanting to stare at her succulent tits while also not wanting to have to face her piercing gaze. They settled on her lips. "Likewise, come visit anytime, and thanks for your help."

Ben came up behind her like a puppy dog. "Hey uh, I think I'll stay behind and help her and stuff. If that's cool with you Lisa..."

"No problem at all, thanks for being such a sweetheart!" 

I waved them goodbye, thankful to be out of her chilly apartment. Ben made me snicker, as if he had a chance with her, a smile and a pat on the back and he thinks she wants his cock. Poor kid was just out of high school, I think he got out with only a few blowjobs and that's it. He'd bloom eventually, I was sure.

***

I made my way down to Katie's place, and when she opened the door, I kissed her as passionately and deeply as possible. I loved the warmth of her arms, the softness of her lips. She gave me comfort after Lisa's place put me on edge, something just wasn't gelling together with that lady.

She got into it, pressing herself against me, wrapping one of her legs around me as I pulled her up by her supple ass. My free hand drifted up her shirt, cupping her soft breasts, both of us groaning from the sensation, until I had to pull away from lack of air. Her lips were so kissable, goddamn I miss her now, and the look she gave me was always so sweet.

"Wow, that was awesome. What's got inside you?" she said.

I shrugged. "Ah I dunno. Just wanted to see you. Oh yeah I got a new neighbor chick."

"Really? Tell me more." Grabbing my hand, she led me into her apartment, heading to her bedroom.

"She's older. Pretty. Into odd stuff."

She smirked at me, before feigning a haughty tone. "Prettier than...moi?"

"Nope." I lied. Of course Lisa was, objectively speaking, hotter than Katie. But love has a way of magnifying the good and blotting out the bad, and there was a whole lot of good with Katie, more than just her looks, she was simply beautiful, inside and out.

Her heart shaped face gave me a 'come hither' look, that was invitation enough as I grabbed her, running my hands through her raven hair, holding her by the head as we crushed our lips together once more, our tongues reuniting in pleasure. I laid her onto the bed and squeezed my hands around her tits, so soft, a perfect handful as I kissed her once more, her lips warm and eager for my attentions. I scooped one hand underneath her jeans, reaching around to cup one of her ass cheeks as she moaned in my mouth, her fingers electric as they reached down my pants, stroking my cock.

She started making gentle humping motions against me, my groping hands pushing her ass forward, allowing her to grind on my stiffening cock. We mashed our mouths together, letting our tongues spar in our throats, our necks straining for a deeper kiss.

I felt her move my hands back up to her her soft breasts, her nipples sliding in between my fingers. She let out a breathy gasp as I felt her fingers playing down my shaft, making subtle stroking motions in my pants.

I had to stop her from going further. "Sorry babe, but I gotta work tomorrow."

"Why? That hasn't stopped you before..." she had a hurt look in her eyes, imploring me to fuck her. I almost gave in.

"Yeah well tomorrow I gotta do lots of heavy lifting with the guys, more than usual and I'll need the extra energy. If I come it'll fuck with my chi."

"Your what?"

"My chi, or energy shit. It's why basketball players don't fuck the night before a game, throws em off or something. I've been reading all about it."

She giggled. "Fine..." We resolved to just continue the heavy petting, groping and fondling each other a little more. She ran her fingers down my back, pulling me closer as we kissed. Her sweet lips held onto mine as she moved my searching hands down from her breasts onto her stomach. Then she gave me a troubled look, an expectant glint in her eyes.

"Baby...I have to tell you something..." Her eyes stayed locked on mine, searching for any sort of discomfort. In truth I was a bit worried, whenever a chick says something like that I get tense, and I hoped my eyes didn't betray me.

"I'm pregnant."

If I was drinking something I would've spewed it out. "Oh...shit. That's fuckin awesome!" I was stoked. Sure having a kid now wasn't the best time, but I loved this woman, and this gave me one hell of an incentive to get my shit together.

"Really?! I thought you'd be mad..."

"Nah! Just surprised...it's a little sooner than expected, but no problem, we'll adapt."

She looked as if she was about to cry, her eyes misty and her breath trembling. We just hugged, holding each other. Tears dribbled down my cheeks as I held her. I felt like I had come home. I smoothed my hand around her belly. She was barely showing, only a slight bulge apparent. I looked in her eyes, wide and innocent. Love of my life, mother of our child. I started feeling all romantic...then I looked at my watch. Fuck.

I kissed her on the forehead. "Not to ruin the Kodak moment, but I gotta bounce babe. The day starts early tomorrow. We'll talk about this more."

The look she gave me was one of disappointment. I couldn't blame her, she wanted to be held and cuddled with a little longer, especially after that revelation. "Okay...love you."

I almost caved in, wanting to get in the sheets and simply hold her, the both of us just taking comfort in each other's warmth, but duty called. "Love you too."

I committed this moment to memory, it would be the last peaceful one we had.

***

I came back to my place a changed man, a little more spring in my step. I was going to be a father! I decided I wouldn't tell my mom for a few months, she would freak the fuck out. Once I moved out, then she would know.

I saw her in the kitchen, watching the TV as she sipped tea in the dim light. She still had her corporate office garb on, a little tight for a son's tastes but she wore it well. In her youth she had been quite the looker, and in a mature, MILFy kind of way she still was, but I kept such thoughts to a minimum, my skin crawled when I thought of my mother as a sexual being.

"Oh hey honey, I missed you!" A warm smile spread across her face, her blue eyes regarding me with a motherly kindness. After dad died, Ben and me were all she had left. She doted on us all the time. "How was Katie?"

"Oh she's fine, very fine. Healthy and happy."

"Ah good, love that girl. Make sure you hold onto her mister, girls like that don't come 'round often."

"I know mom, I know." I joined her at the table, pouring myself some tea. "Hey did you know we have a new neighbor?"

"I did! Lisa's her name, I think. I'm going over later tonight, we're gonna have a little get together. Should I bring coffee or tea as a welcoming gift?"

Well that was fast. I knew mom was good at making fast friends but hot damn. "Uh...tea. She's got some Eastern...stuff going on. Think she might be more receptive to that. Ben and me helped her out earlier today."

"That's my boys! You're such gentlemen. Will you be coming with?"

"Nah...I'm kinda tired. Gotta crash, wake up early tomorrow."

"Hmm...first Ben and now you. He seemed a little drained." That was odd, unpacking really isn't that rigorous, it's the moving that drains the most. Then again Ben was a lazy bastard. "Must be because you guys work so hard. Well, sleep well sweetie, I'll try not to wake you guys when I come back."

"Thanks mom."

***

I awoke a few hours later, feeling like crap. 

It had taken me a few moments to realize that my room, the entire apartment was as quiet as a tomb. Not that it was usually a rock concert but the absence of sound was...odd. I crept out my room and down the hallway, passing my brother's room. I could hear him sawing logs, always a heavy sleeper.

My mom's room on the other hand, was empty. Her bedsheets were perfect, no ruffling, no sign of her. She wasn't back yet. Damn. I didn't know what was up with Lisa but she was a strange bitch. Stunning but strange.

I left our apartment and crept a few doors down to Lisa's place. I could hear indistinct sounds behind her door, which oddly, was cracked open a little. Normally I would take a dim view on home invasion, but I had good reason to be there, and hey, the door was open.

Coming into her living room I recognized all the exotic tapestries and carpets, bathed in lurid red light. Yep, definitely Lisa's place. Then I heard it again, this time far clearer. The sounds were not so indistinct, in fact they could only be one thing. Moans. Moans of unsurpassed pleasure.

I sneaked up to her bedroom and I could see flashes of light play underneath her door. I prayed I wasn't going to catch my mother doing some crazy lesbian shit, lest I be scarred for life. As I came ever closer to taking a peak, I could hear squelching sounds and slapping flesh. Someone was getting fucked and fucked very hard.

I finally steeled myself and looked through the cracked open door. My jaw dropped and my heart sank. There lay my mother, getting fucked by a strap-on as Lisa thrust behind her, nuzzling into her neck as her pale hands sunk into my mom's tits. Both were on their knees, my mom in an upright position as Lisa bent her neck back, nibbling on her ear before licking her throat. Mom's eyes were wide and glazed over, her red hair a knotted, sticky mess on her sweaty body, completely lost in the sensations of being taken by this beast of a woman. 

I could only stare on, more aroused than ever. I had to tangle with my cock, pushing it down as it had more than risen to the occasion. My initial shock and excitement had concealed some of the wrongness of the scene. Like the fact that my mom wasn't getting fucked by a strap-on, but by a tail.

The thing was thick and blue-black, covered in both their fluids, with prominent veins rippling along its sides. Lisa was thrusting in at jackhammer pace, sending love juices all over her sheets while mom's hands reached behind, grabbing Lisa's juicy ass and forcing her forward even faster.

Their loud moans had a beautiful rhythm and I could sense a mutual release was near. Unlike the time I was with her, the room began to grow hotter and hotter. Even standing outside the doorway, I could feel the heat, imagining the scalding temperature it must have been inside. Sweat beaded down my mom's tits while Lisa's boobs looked like oil slicked globes, just covered in a slippery sheen as she slid them against my mother, pressing their softness into her back as she brought her mouth to her ear.

"The time is near Jean...if you want final release, you must take my gift." She grabbed my mom's throat even harder, slamming her hips against her to emphasize her point. "You must...give yourself to me."

Mom was fried, her soul frayed with all-consuming lust. "Ohh...mmmmh....yes...YES! Please! Give it to me...!"

"It is forever...there is no turning back."

Mom was gasping, her body trembling with need. "I...I know...I need it...take me..."

With that Lisa let out an unearthly growl, her eyes turning jet black like a shark that had just tasted blood. Her fingernails shimmered, glistening with a black oily substance as she sank her fangs into my mom's neck, dragging her claws across her belly and raking her heaving breasts, all while jutting up into her pussy, her tail undulating and pumping her foul essence deep inside my mother.

Mom looked up, her eyes broadcasting fear, her face twisted in simultaneous pleasure and anguish. I think it was the only time she had come to grips to what she had just agreed to.

"Lisa...what is this...?"

"Shhh...feel my essence...let it infest every part of your soul...let it join yourself to me..."

"My soul...oh god! FUCK! I....feel it...feel you...so good...so inside..." her voice trailed off, her eyes glassing over as Lisa's darkness overcame her.

A mind shattering orgasm crashed through mom, her mouth gaping in voiceless ecstasy, while her toes curled and her body shook, until Lisa hugged her close, pinning her like the prey she was. I could only watch as I saw strange writhing lumps move across my mom's stomach, while her veins rippled, pulsating with blackness as her skin was drained of color.

Lisa groped her breasts, whispering into her ear as mom let out a long moan, her body going slack in Lisa's arms while her face became expressionless. It seemed like there was nothing for a few moments, and then Lisa looked directly at me. I nearly shit myself.

Paralyzed with fear, I couldn't will myself to move. I hoped maybe whatever she was, couldn't detect stillness that well, like a bear or something, which was fuckin stupid because she smiled right at me. This was all a set-up, all the unlocked doors, she had intended for me to see what was going to happen next.

My mother jerked back to life, eyes fluttering as she let out a gurgled moan of pleasure, drool streaking down her lips as the impossible happened. Her body began changing. Her tits blossomed from what was a modest cup size to a I don't know what cup, only that they grew even bigger and pouting. They jiggled in Lisa's grip, ivory-white globes of soft flesh, topped with pink nipples. 

I saw rolls of flab smoothed away into utter sleekness, her stomach a fitness model's dream while the excesses on her thighs were melted away into muscled but soft shapeliness. Lisa moved her over, so I could see her nonexistent ass pulse into reality, growing into two ripe, meaty spheres, just begging to to be grabbed.

Her hand ran down my mother's taut belly, down to her sex, strumming her nub as she went through more convulsions. Her widening hips bucked to her stimulation, while her back arched, pushing her lavish breasts forward, riding high, as her moans slowly transformed into that indescribably inhuman sound Lisa made earlier. My skin tingled and my cock throbbed at her voice, all the while my mom turned into something entirely too fuckable.

I looked on as black goo streamed out of her bite and claw marks, running like onyx rivers down her ripe, porcelain breasts, her soft titflesh shuddering underneath her violent gasps. Her tresses took on a more vivid shade of red, unburdened by middle age they became radiant, shining curls. Her fiery hair was a riveting flash of color against her pale skin, with only Lisa's oozing claw marks blemishing her form, but they too, were healing, fading away into nothingness.

My mother then calmed down into stillness, her spasms at an end. A serene sigh left her lips as her mouth curled into a twisted smile. She rolled over to kiss Lisa, gripping her by the head as the two made sucking sounds, muffling each other's moans as she humped against her. I could see my mother's plush bottom...so soft, so inviting. And then my mouth went dry at what happened next. 




The Girl Next Door



At the base of her spine, right above her silken cheeks, I saw her flesh shift and writhe, until a sinuous tail slowly slithered out, running down between her taut buttocks like a g-string as she slowly impaled Lisa's sex, returning the favor for her primal fucking.

Lisa let out a deep moan, pulling my mother closer, kneading her ample bottom as she filled more of herself on her length. Then my mother did something that to this day, I will never forget. She looked over her shoulder, licking her lips as she stared right into my soul. Her eyes were the shade of the darkest and deepest abyss, predatory and absorbing all light, the kindly eyes of the woman who bore me into this world gone forever.

I stifled a scream as I finally willed myself away from the doorway and sprinted out of the apartment, my ears filled with the raucous moans of two demons in heat. I had to get my brother and my girlfriend.

I had to get out.



The Girl Next Door



"Wow!" I exclaimed, looking at my neighbor's daughter. "You look gorgeous!"

I had known Meagan and her family since I moved into the house, about 10 years ago. Her parents were about as good as it gets for neighbors, and I considered them friends as well. Meagan and her older sister Beth were good kids, and it was enjoyable watching them grow into beautiful young ladies. I hadn't seen her since she went back to school after the holidays, about a month ago.

"Awww, thank you Kurt!" she exclaimed as she walked across the lawn to me. "Yesterday was my 21st birthday, and today's Valentine's Day, so Mark's taking me out tonight for a celebration!"

I was never crazy about her boyfriend, but hey, this wasn't my daughter, so my opinion was rather moot.

"You're 21?" I asked, faking shock. "Holy CRAP, I feel old!"

"Oh, stop it," she said, giving me a hug. "You're not old, and you know it!"

"Aww, thanks, Meagan," I replied. "You're sweet. A terrible liar, but you're sweet."

She laughed and slapped my shoulder, and then twirled around for me.

"You really think I look ok?" she asked.

A tall, thin girl, Meagan, like her sister and mother, was gorgeous, and had done some professional modeling. She was a little thin for my personal tastes, but again, that was my personal tastes.

"You look better than ok," I told her as my eyes wandered up her long, thin legs to her short skirt, and then further up her torso, over her small breasts, and up to her face. "You look amazing."

"Thank you!" she squealed, giving me another hug. "I have to go back in and finish getting ready. I'll see you later!"

"Have fun tonight," I told her.

"Oh, I will!" she laughed. "My parents left this morning to go into the city for a Valentine's weekend, so I've got the whole house to myself for two days!

"Oh boy," I laughed. "I didn't need to know that!" I told her.

She laughed, and started walking back to her house.

"Hey, do you know where he's taking you?" I asked. "If you don't mind, maybe I'll stop by and buy you a birthday drink."

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "I'd LOVE to have a birthday drink with you! I don't know where we're going for dinner, but I'm sure we'll wind up at the Watering Hole."

The Watering Hole was a favorite spot for the younger crowd in this area, so I knew that I wouldn't stay very long, but I told her that I hoped to see her there.

*****

Later that night, after stopping off for a few beers at my favorite local, I went over to the Watering Hole to buy Meagan her birthday drink. The doorman gave me a look as I walked in, not even bothering to check my ID. 

I walked up to the bar to order a beer. To my surprise, I knew the bartender, and described Meagan, asking her if she'd seen her.

Donna, the bartender, pointed her out toward the end of the bar. 

There, I saw Meagan, arguing with some drunk guy that was not her boyfriend. I took my beer from Donna and started walking to the other end of the bar. As I got closer, I could see that Meagan had been crying, and this guy was obviously starting to annoy her. 

"Is there a problem, Meagan?"I asked, placing my hand on her arm as I reached them.

"Who the fuck are you, Gramps?" drunk guy slurred.

"Yeah," Meagan replied, looking at me with relief. "This asshole won't leave me alone."

"Hey! Asshole!" drunk guy yelled. "I asked you a question!"

"Piss off, son," I told him very calmly.

"Fuck you!" he yelled, trying to push me.

"Son, you should walk away, right now, before you hurt yourself," I told him in a very calm, even voice.

"You think I'm afraid of you Gramps?" he laughed.

"Son, I think you're to stupid to be afraid, which is a very BAD thing right now."

"Quit calling me 'son!'" he yelled. "I'm not your son!"

"You're right," I replied. "My son is smart enough to know when to shut up and walk away. You, unfortunately, are not."

Just then, two bouncers the size of mountains walked up behind drunk guy.

"Is there a problem here?" one asked.

Drunk guy started screaming something about me threatening him. When he was done, the bouncers looked at me.

"I came up to buy my neighbor a drink for her birthday," I calmly explained to them. "When I got here, it seemed rather obvious that he was bothering her and wouldn't leave her alone, so I politely suggested that he leave. That's when he started yelling at me."

They both looked at each other, and then at Meagan. "What happened?" one of them asked her.

"What he said is the truth," she told them, looking at me. "I kept asking this guy to leave me alone, but he wouldn't." As she spoke, I noticed that she was slurring her words a bit.

Without another word, they took drunk guy by the arms and led him out the door. I then looked at Meagan and asked her if she was alright. She started crying, and told me that she needed to use the washroom.

Just then, Donna walked up behind the bar.

"Is that really your neighbor?" she asked, handing me another beer. "Or are you trying to pick up the drunk little hottie?"

"No, she's really my neighbor," I laughed. "I'm a bit too old to try and pick up someone that age."

"I don't know about that," Donna said. "I'm a lot younger than you, and you asked me out."

"So what happened with her?" I asked, ignoring her comment. "Why was she crying?"

"I don't know, but about an hour ago, she came in with another guy, and right after I gave then their drinks, they started arguing. He left right after that, and she started crying. I have no idea what they were arguing about," she said.

"Oh boy," I replied. "What did the other guy look like?"

Donna then described Mark perfectly, and I started having a bad feeling. 

"How much has she had to drink?" I asked.

"This is her fourth or fifth drink here," she responded, motioning to the drink I bought her.

"Ok, thanks," I said, handing her a $10 tip.

"So, am I ever going to get to see you again?" she asked

"I think that's quite possible," I told her, smiling. Donna and I had briefly dated a couple of years back, but stopped because our work schedules just couldn't match up.

"I'd like that," she told me as she walked off.

I watched as Meagan came walking back up to the bar. It was obvious that she had fixed her makeup when she was gone, but her eyes were still puffy, red and glassy.

"Are you ok?" I asked as she sat down.

Without saying a word, she picked up her full glass and downed the drink.

"I don't want to talk here," she said, turning toward me. She looked like she was ready to start crying again.

"Ok," I replied. "Do you want me to take you home? Do you want me to take you someplace else?"

"No, would you take me home?" she asked, placing her hand on my arm. "I don't have any other way to get there."

"Not a problem," I told her, offering my arm. "C'mon." 

I led her out the door and started walking toward my truck. As I helped her into the passenger seat, Meagan had to spread her lags a bit, giving me a view almost to her panties.

I shook my head as I walked around to my door, and then got in.

Before I could start the engine, Meagan started bawling.

Not knowing what else to do, I put my arm around her shoulder, and held her as she leaned into me.

"Oh. My. God," she sobbed. "What an asshole!"

"Who?" I asked softly.

"Mark!" she yelled between sobs. "The son of a bitch broke up with me!"

"Holy shit," I breathed. "Tonight? On your birthday?"

"Yes!" she yelled. "The bastard told me he's been sleeping with someone else, and now she's pregnant! SON OF A BITCH!"

"Oh geez," I said. "You guys were together for a long time, weren't you?"

"Six years!" she yelled and sobbed. "BASTARD!"

"Oh, Meagan, I'm so sorry," I told her, rubbing her arm and shoulder.

"He told me that I wasn't pretty enough, or 'sexy' enough, or good enough in bed, so he started fucking some slut," she sobbed. "He's the only guy I've been with!"

The more she went on, the more I wanted to find the little asshole and beat him, but I knew I had to take care of Meagan before I could think of doing anything else.

"He's an asshole," I told her. "He doesn't deserve you. He got what he deserves in the slut."

We sat there for a couple of minutes, and I continued holding her as she cried into my chest. Finally, she stooped and sat up a little.

"The drunk guy I was arguing with," she told me, "was Mark's cousin. The son of a bitch was trying to pick me up!"

"Oh shit!" I said. "I knew I should have hit him!"

Sitting up further, Meagan looked at me.

"Tell me the truth," she said softly, "am I pretty?"

Looking at her, I had to shake my head.

"Are you serious?" I asked just a little louder than I intended. "Are you pretty? Meagan, you are what I call 'scary beautiful.'" 

"What's 'scary beautiful'?" she asked with a confused look on her face.

"You are so beautiful, most guys would be afraid to ask you out." I explained. "As much as they would want to take a shot, the first thing that would go through their mind is, 'There's no way that chick would ever go out with me,' so they would back off with out even trying."

"So, if you were my age, would you ask me out?" she asked.

"Honestly, I might be afraid to, too," I told her. 

"Although I would spend a lot of time fantasizing about you," I said. The words came out before I knew what I was saying.

Meagan had a stunned look on her face for a second. "Really?" she asked. "You would fantasize about me?"

"I'm sorry, Meagan," I stammered. "I never should have said that. I must have had more to drink that I thought."

"Aren't you the one who taught me, 'En vino, veritas?" she asked.

"Yes, I am," I said softly.

"So, that means you think I'm sexy, too?" she asked.

Suddenly, before I could say anything, Meagan launched herself at me and kissed me. Wrapping her arms around me and holding me tight, she kissed me hard and passionately.

I quickly pushed her away, holding her by her shoulders.

"Meagan..." I started to say.

"Can I tell you something?" she asked, looking deep into my eyes.

"What?" I asked, afraid of where she was going.

"I've fantasized about you, too," she told me. "When you work out, doing your Martial Arts routines on your patio, I sometimes stand in my window and watch you."

"A lot of times, I touch myself while I watch," she continued.

"Meagan, that's more than needed to know. I'm old enough to be your father," I told her. "Fantasy is one thing, but reality is completely different."

"You may be old enough to be my father," she said, sliding closer in the seat to me, "but you don't look like it. My father looks nothing like you. He's getting fat, and gray. You ... you're still real fit. You're sexy, especially for an older guy." 

"The key words there are 'for an older guy'," I told her.

"I don't care," she said, leaning in to kiss me again.

'Holy crap!" I thought to myself as I tried to hold her away from me. 'This is a girl I would've killed to kiss when I was her age!'

"Meagan, please. Stop," I told her.

"Why?" she said, as she started crying again.

"I told you, I am way too old for you," I said.

"But you said that you think I'm pretty, and that I'm sexy," she countered. "So what's your age got to do with it?"

"Unfortunately, a lot," I told her. "Especially since I'm friends with your parents. I have to believe they would kill me, and I literally MEAN kill me, if they knew we had been together."

"Well, then we just don't tell them," she said. 

"No," I said firmly. "You've been drinking, and you're still in shock over what happened tonight. I'm going to take you home, and you're going to bed. ALONE."

"But ..." she started.

"No," I repeated.

"I'm not drunk," she said softly. 

Without another word, I started the truck and drove home. 

I pulled into my driveway and before I helped her out of the truck, I turned to her.

"Meagan, what I told you tonight was the truth," I said. "You are easily one of the most intelligent, beautiful, and sexy, young women I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, but I promise you that in a week, when you look back at this you're going to realize that what almost happened here would've been a big mistake." 

"A week, huh?" she replied. "We'll see."

I shook my head again and climbed out of the truck. As I opened the passenger door, I reached in to help her climb out. Once again, I got a nice view up her skirt as she turned.

I walked her to her door, and as she opened it, she turned and looked at me.

"Just so you know," she said as she stepped inside, "I know you looked up my skirt twice tonight. Once might have been a mistake, but twice ... you can't tell me you don't want me."

Before I could say anything, she turned and walked in the house shutting the door behind her. 

*****

I didn't see Meagan much over the next few days, and soon she was back downstate in College.

A couple of months later, I saw Rick, Meagan's dad, loading up his wife's SUV.

I walked over to talk to him, and he told me that he and his wife were driving down to Texas, to see their other daughter and son at their new home just outside of Houston.

"Hey, Meagan told me what happened that night she and Mark broke up," he told me.

Not knowing exactly what she told him, I just nodded.

"I just want to thank you for being there," he said, sticking out his hand. "Mark's cousin Donny is a real piece of shit, and it scares me to think what could've happened if you hadn't shown up."

"Hey, it's no big deal," I told him as I shook his hand. "I'm just glad I could be there. She's a good kid. I feel sorry for her, the way Mark treated her."

"Well, she seems to be doing pretty well," he replied. "She's keeping her grades up, and she's started dating again, so we're hoping..."

"Good. I'm glad to hear it," I told him. 

Truth be told, I'd thought a lot about that night, even masturbating to thoughts of what could've happened between us if I'd let it. Now, hearing that she was dating again, I felt a little jealous. 

"Well, anyway, she's coming up for a couple of weeks, while we're going to be gone. It's her spring break, and she doesn't feel like going anywhere, so she's coming home."

"Good for her," I said.

"Can you do me a favor?" he asked softly.

"Rick, anything for you. You know that. Hell, I don't even have to tell you where I buried the little bastard's body if you don't want."

Rick laughed, and shook his head. "No, I'd just appreciate it if you could keep an eye out for her. Just kind of watch out for her while we're gone," he said. "I'd feel safer if I knew she was protected."

"Not a problem, brother," I told him, clapping him on the shoulder. "I'll keep an eye on her."

"Thanks. You don't know how much better I feel," he said, shaking my hand again.

Just then, Annie, his wife, came walking out of the house, and she gave me a big hug.

"Thank you so much for protecting Meagan that night," she said. 

"Annie, I just told Rick, it was my pleasure."

Rick then went on to tell her that I said I'd keep an eye on her while they were gone, and she almost had tears in her eyes.

"Oh my god," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "You are such a good friend and neighbor! Thank you!"

*****

The following Saturday night, just as I was pouring a bourbon and getting ready to watch a late night hockey game, my doorbell rang.

As I opened the door, I saw Meagan standing there, wearing a long coat and smiling.

"Can I talk to you?" she asked.

"Ummm, ok," I said, standing aside.

She brushed past me quickly, and walked into my living room. I could smell a very soft, sexy floral perfume on her in her wake.

I walked in to join her and I saw that she was sitting on my sofa, still wearing her coat. I could see her legs below her knees, and a pair of high-heeled roman sandals, laced around her calf up to just below her knees. 

"Umm, what's up?" I asked, wondering about her appearance.

"Do you have any wine?" she asked. "I could use a drink. I'm in a wine kind of mood."

"Ummm, sure. White or red?" I asked after hesitating a second, wondering exactly what 'a wine kind of mood' meant.

"Red," she replied, in a voice that started to worry me.

I walked over to my cabinet on the far wall of the room and pulled out a nice bottle of red for her.

I watched her out of the corner of my eye as I poured her a glass, and then brought it over to her.

Realizing that, expecting to be home alone all night, I was wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of old, well-worn sweat pants, I quickly excused myself and went to my room to throw on a pair of boxers.

"Do you want to take off your coat?" I asked when I returned.

"Not yet," she replied softly. "Maybe later."

"Ok. So, what can I do for you?" I asked as I handed her the glass of wine.

"Right now, I'd just like to relax and have a drink," she said. "I don't feel like going out. I feel comfortable with you. Safe."

She took a sip of the liquid, and held the glass as I sat in my recliner.

"This is nice," she said. "I love the warm feeling as it hits my belly."

I didn't say anything as I watched her.

We sat there for a while and started watching the hockey game. I explained the game to her, and she told me about school.

"Your dad told me you started dating again," I said during the first intermission. 

"That's what I told him," she replied. "I went on one date. It was a freaking disaster."

"College guys just want to get laid, which wouldn't be so bad if they gave a damn about the girl!" she continued. "They think that we should take care of them, and once they get off, it's over. We're just supposed to be there for their fulfillment."

"Yeah, that's not right," I said. It was obvious that she was feeling the wine, having finished off most of the bottle, and I was on my third glass of bourbon and starting to feel that. As horny as I was already, and she was sounding, this was heading in a bad direction.

As the second period started, the conversation slowed down and we continued watching the game.

By the second intermission, she had finished off the wine. I had one more bourbon, and was definitely feeling a buzz.

As soon as the period ended, she excused herself to go to the washroom. When she came back, she was still wearing her long coat.

"Can we talk about the elephant in the room?" she asked after she sat down.

I had hoped that we could avoid the subject, especially since we had both been drinking, but it was obvious that wasn't going to happen.

"Sure," I replied.

"Well, you told me to give it a week, and I did," she said. "I gave it more than a week. I think the only mistake I made was not trying hard enough with you."

I started to say something, but she continued.

"I've thought about that night for the past couple of months," she went on. "I thought about YOU."

"I'm still pissed off at Mark, but like you said, he got what he deserves. And he DOESN'T deserve to have me. I thought I loved him, but now I just don't care."

She stood up, wobbling a little, and walked over toward me.

Standing in front of me, she opened her coat and dropped it to the floor. I watched as it pooled around her ankles, and then slowly dragged my eyes up the length of her body.

"Sweet mother of God," I whispered.

She stood in front of me wearing a a lacy black see-through top, a short skirt, and her heels. Even in the dim lights, I could see a waist chain attached to her belly button piercing, and it was obvious she was not wearing a bra. Her dark aureola were in stark contrast to the black material of her blouse.

"You can't tell me that you don't like what you see," she said. 

"Your words may say 'no,' but your body is definitely saying something else," she giggled, looking down at my crotch.

She stepped back to the end table and picked up her wine glass, finishing half of the contents.




The Girl Next Door



"I don't know whay to say," I told her. "Yes, I definitely like what I see. I told you, you are amazingly beautiful."

"I believe the words you used were 'scary beautiful,'" she said softly.

"Yes, I did," I said. "I also told you that I am much too old for you. You need to find someone your own age."

Meagan looked at me, and then downed the rest of her wine.

"I don't want anyone my own age," she said, slowly getting up and walking toward me. "I want someone with experience. Someone who's not going to play games."

"I want you," she said softly, standing at my feet.

Meagan took another step toward me, straddling my legs, and then sat on my legs.

Her skirt was short and tight enough that it barely covered her ass and crotch as she sat with her ass on my knees.

She then bent her knees and slid closer to me in the chair. 

"I've never worn this top before without a bra," she said softly. "Does it look ok?

"Yes," was all I was able to get out.

Her knees were up to the tops of my legs, and her crotch was inches away from my thickening cock. I was definitely getting aroused by what Meagan was doing, and part of me was hoping that she was going to stop soon. Most of me, however, wanted to see just how far she was going to take it.

"Good," she replied. "I'm glad."

Meagan placed her hands on my shoulders and slid forward on my lap, until she was almost sitting on the quickly expanding bulge in my sweat pants. 

She then reached one hand around to the back of my neck, placing the other hand on the side of my face, and leaned in to kiss me as she pulled me toward her, sliding even closer on my lap.

Instinctively, my hands reached around her and slowly slid up her back and across her ass. 

Meagan moaned softly as our tongues began dancing with each other, and she slid even closer, now sitting completely on my lap.

"Oh my god," she breathed when our lips parted. "You are an amazing kisser!"

"Thank you," I replied. "You're pretty good yourself."

"It seems like someone else is enjoying, too." she giggled as she wiggled her hips, brushing her pussy against my shaft.

"Meagan, I really don't think..." I started to say.

"Oh, shut up," she cut me off, leaning in to kiss me again.

This time, her kiss was hard, firm, and intense. She held me tightly, and ground her pussy against my bulge. I could feel her hard nipples poking me in the chest as she pressed herself against me.

A couple of minutes later, she broke off the kiss and leaned back.

"Are you going to argue with me any more?" she asked.

"If I do, are you going to kiss me like that?" I asked, teasing her as I finally gave into the situation

"Probably," she replied, "but that means you'll miss out on everything else I want to do."

"And I do mean, EVERYTHING."

"Oh? Like what?" I asked as I continued sliding my hands up her back.

"Well, like this," she replied softly, as she started pulling my shirt up over my head. She tossed my shirt backwards over her head, and then leaned in and started kissing my bare chest.

I moaned softly as she slowly slid her ass backwards as her lips traveled further down, until she was kneeling on the floor between my legs.

I looked down at her, and I could see a wet spot on my sweats on the top of my bulge. Seeing the location, I knew that spot was definitely not from me!

I watched as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my pants, and I lifted my hips as she began sliding both my sweats and my boxers down.

"Oh geez!" she gasped as my hard cock sprang up. 

"You're huge!" she said softly as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft. "So thick!"

I knew I wasn't really THAT big, but I wasn't about to argue with this beautiful young woman reaching for my hard cock.

"Ohhhh," she said as she wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. "You're a lot bigger than Mark!"

While I had to admit that I was proud to hear that, I also wasn't too happy about hearing her mention him at that moment. Fortunately, I was quickly distracted when she started licking all around the head of my shaft.

"Oh, damn!" I gasped a couple of minutes later when I watched her stretch her lips around my cock and slowly slide them down the length.

Meagan took me deep into her mouth, and wrapped her fingers around the last couple of inches. She started stroking me as her head began slowly bobbing up and down.

After a couple of minutes, I watched as she placed both of her hands on the tops of my thighs and, locking eyes with me, opened her mouth wide and dropped her head, taking me as deep as she could.

Her saliva coated my shaft as she gagged, trying to take me as deep as she could, and then finally wrapping her lips tightly around my cock.

"Oh, shit," I moaned as I felt her tongue work my shaft while her lips slowly massaged it.

"MmmHmmm," she moaned as she slowly slid her lips up and down my rod.

Her hands squeezed my thighs as she continued sucking my cock and kept her eyes locked on mine.

For a girl who'd only been with one other guy, she really knew how to suck cock! It wasn't long before I knew I either had to stop her or I was going to cum.

"Oh, shit, Meagan!" I gasped as she tried taking me deep again. "You've got to stop!"

She slowly slid her lips back, and I felt the cool air on my wet shaft as she sat back on her heels.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Don't you like it? I know I haven't had much practice, and I've never had anything that big before, but..."

"Meagan, stop," I told her as I caught my breath.

I reached my hand down to her and cupped her chin. "That was incredible," I told her. "If I didn't stop you, you would've made me cum."

"Why is that bad?" she asked, giggling and reaching out for my pole again.

"Because I'm not your age any more," I told her. "It would probably take me too long to get it back up, IF I could get it back up tonight."

"So, it wasn't me?" she asked softly.

"Oh, it was you alright," I told her, "but in a good way."

"The best way," I added.

"Good," she replied, looking at my cock as she stroked it.

"Come here," I told her as I reached my arms out.

Smiling, Meagan took my hands and I pulled her on to my lap and kissed her.

"Oh my god!" she gasped when I released her. "Mark would never kiss me after I went down on him."

"We've already established the fact that he was an idiot," I told her, annoyed that she brought him up again.

She giggled and leaned in to kiss me again. 

When our lips parted, I told her to wrap her arms around my neck and hold on tight as I stood up. Her legs quickly, and tightly, wrapped around my waist, and I started walking toward my bedroom. 

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"You deserve to have our first time together to be in a bed, not on a couch," I told her.

She sighed and pulled my head in to kiss me, and I continued walking to my bed.

As soon as I felt my knees bump up against the edge of the mattress, I slowly lowered her down and lay next to her.

Our tongues wrestled and danced together as I slid my hand across her body, softly passing over her hard nipples. 

As my hand reached her belly, I began kissing my way down the soft skin of her neck, and then across the lacy fabric that still covered her upper body.

"Oh yesss!" she gasped when my lips reached her hard nipples. 

I started sliding her top up her body and pulled my head back just long enough to pull the soft lace over her small breasts and bunch it up below her neck. 

"Oh god!" she hissed as I kissed her stomach, briefly flicking my tongue into her bellybutton, working it around her piercing, and slowly worked my way back up to her chest.

Her nipples were standing up tall by the time I slowly dragged my tongue across one of them. Meagan moaned and pulled my head into her firm tits. 

"Oh god!" she breathed. "My nipples are so sensitive!"

"Mmm," I moaned in response, and began flicking my tongue across one nipple while my fingers were gently pinching and rolling the other.

Meagen's breathing was getting shorter and heavier as I switched nipples, and I slowly slid my hand across the front of her skirt, pressing my fingers against her mound.

"Oooohhhhh!" she gasped as I pressed against the top of her pussy and gently bit down on her nipple.

I felt her raise her hips, increasing the pressure against my hand, and she pulled my head down harder against her tit.

"Oh god!" she gasped, moving her hips up and down.

Thinking that she might cum soon, and wanting to delay that for a while, I then slid my hand over to her thigh and softly stroked it as I started kissing down her belly, causing her to moan in frustration.

My lips reached the waistband of her skirt, and I flipped it up, exposing her bare, trimmed pussy.

"Young lady," I said, "you seem to have forgotten something!"

"I didn't forget anything," she breathed, smiling at me. 

I looked down, and saw her pussy lips spread wide and glistening with her juices.

I leaned in and softly blew across her clit, causing her to gasp. I then slowly slid my tongue up her wet slit, from her pussy up to just below her hard clit.

"Ohhhhmyyyygod!" she gasped loudly. "Mark would never do that! That feels sooo good!"

"Ok," I said, straightening up, " I am not Mark. Mark is an idiot, and he's not here. He had his chance, and he blew it. I do not want to hear that little weasel's name spoken here again. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," she replied softly. "I'm sorry. I just..."

"Stop," I said, pulling my body back up to kiss her. "I'm sorry I got mad. I just want you to enjoy, and stop thinking about that loser. He's done. No more."

"Ok," she said, puling me down to kiss her.

When our lips parted, I slid back down her body until my face was between her legs again.

"Now, where was I?" I asked.

"I believe you were right HERE," Meagan replied, placing her hands on my head and pulling it down to her pussy.

She moaned softly and gripped my head tighter as my tongue parted her dark, sparse pubic hair.

"Ohhhyessss!" she moaned, pushing her hips up at my face as I flicked my tongue across her clit.

It felt like she was trying to push my face into her pussy, she was pulling so hard, but I wasn't going to stop her. I wanted her to let loose and enjoy her first pussy licking.

I began moving my head back and forth, lightly and quickly flicking my tongue all through her wetness. 

Meagan's breathing was getting heavier and her hips were moving faster and harder, and I decided to step it up a notch.

I slipped my arm underneath my chest and brought two fingers to the wet opening of her pussy. As I began to slowly slide the fingers in, wiggling them as I did, I also wrapped my lips around her clit, which was sticking up taller, and began to gently suck on it.

"Ohhhhmyyyygodddd!" she exclaimed loudly, pulling my head in even tighter.

Keeping my lips firmly around her clit, I gently shook my head and slid my fingers in deeper, pressing against the top of her hot, wet hole. The further my fingers slid in, the more I noticed how tight her pussy was, even as wet as she was.

I soon found the bumpy ridged area I was looking for, and started pressing my fingertips against it.

"Ohhhhh!"

I sucked a little more firmly on her clit as my fingertips played inside her pussy, and then I released her clit.

"OhhhhGOD!" She pulled my head in tightly, pushing her hips up at me, holding tightly to my head.

I began flicking my tongue across her now blood-engorged clit while I alternated pressure with my fingers along the roof of her pussy, pressing first one, and then the other, sometimes both, other times neither, but moving my wrist around.

"Ohhhhhhyeeeaaahhhh!"

After a couple of minutes, Meagan's breathing was getting heavier yet, and her hips were bouncing off of the mattress.

"Ohmygod!" she screeched. "I'm gonna cum! Oh my god!"

I continued playing with her clit and pussy, and I soon felt her pussy start to clamp down on my fingers.

"Ooohhhhyeessss! Ohmygod! I'm cumming! Oh my god I'm cumming!"

Meagan's hands slammed into the mattress, and she grabbed a handful of the sheets, pulling up on them as her orgasm swept over her body. Her pussy was almost gushing her juices, and when I looked up at her, her nipples were standing about an inch-and-a-half, and she had a big red splotch between her tits.

I slowed down my licking, and eventually her body collapsed onto the bed. I pulled away for a second, and then leaned in and gave her clit one last, slow lick as I slid my fingers out of her still spasming pussy.

"Oh SHIT!" she gasped, her body jumping as my tongue hit the tip of her clit. "Stop! I'm too sensitive!"

I then started slowly kissing my way back up her body, my tongue flicking her belly button piercing as I passed it.

I firmly sucked on both of her hard nipples, gently biting down on them, and then kissed up her neck, until I reached her lips. 

I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me intensely.

"Is that how I taste?" she asked as I raised up, pulling my lips from hers.

"Yes, it is," I replied, extending my arms.

"I kind of like it," she responded, licking her lips.

"So do I," I told her as I moved my hips, sliding the top of my hard cock along her wet pussy.

Meagan's eyes widened as I slowly moved my hips, sliding my shaft up and down her slit. 

"Please go slow," she whispered.

"Would you like to be on top?" I asked her.

"I've never done it like that," she told me.

"Well, then this is the perfect time," I replied, as I leaned back down to her and kissed her again.

Holding on to her, I rolled us over until I was on my back, and her legs fell to the sides of mine.

"This way, you can control the pace," I told her.

"Ok," she replied, smiling.

I slid my hands up her body, slowly pushing back until she was sitting on my hips. My shaft was pressed against her ass, and she wiggled her hips, giggling softly.

Meagan then raised herself up on her knees, and she reached down and wrapped her fingers around my hard pole.

We both moaned as she began sliding the head of my cock up and down her wet slit, covering it with her nectar.

Once my head was coated with her juices, she nestled it in the warm mouth of her pussy, and then slowly began lowering herself.

"Ooohhhhhh!" she softly moaned, my cock only half way inside her.

"Oh yeah!" I moaned as her ass finally rested on me. "You are so damn tight!"

"Oh damn!" she gasped. "That's because you are so damn big!"

I placed my hands on her hips and held her still, allowing her to get used to me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and gripped them, and a couple of minutes later, I felt her start moving her ass. I released her hips, sliding my hands up her body.

"Oh shit!" she gasped as she slid her ass back and forth on me. "This feels so fucking good!"

"That's it, baby. Ride me," I told her as I squeezed her tits. 

"Ohh yessssss!"

Meagan ground herself against me for a few minutes while I squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. Every time that I pinched them, she would moan louder and press her hips harder against me, so I started pulling on them.

"Oh yess!" she exclaimed as I extended her hard points. She then stopped her grinding, and started bouncing her ass up and down.

"Ohhh! Ohh yeah!" 

"Oh shit! Yes!"

"Oh god! This is SO good!"

I could see a thin layer of sweat starting to build up on her chest, so I decided to take her over the edge, and quickly.

I reached my hands around her back and pulled her down to me. As her hard nipples pressed against my chest, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her, holding her tightly.

As our lips pressed against each other's, I slid my hands down to her ass and started bucking my hips.

Meagan moaned softly as I started fucking her and she held on to me. Holding tightly to her asscheeks, I lifted my legs, so that my feet were planted on the mattress, and I began thrusting my hips up. 

She began moaning harder, and started to straighten up, so I slid my hands up to her lower back and held her down firmly. I then started fucking her harder and faster, until I was moving my hips as fast as I could.

Meagan pulled her lips from mine and buried her face in my shoulder.

"Oh shit!" she moaned softly. "Oh my god, yeeaahhhhh!"

I slid my hands back down to her ass and she kept her body pressed against mine as I squeezed her asscheeks again, and pulled them up and apart.

"Oh shit! Oh my god! Yes! Fuck me! Oooohhhhhhhh yeahhhhh!"

Meagan pushed up on her arms, raising her body just a couple of inches, and started pushing back against me. Suddenly, just as I was starting to tire, she shrieked loudly and collapsed back on top of me, and I felt a gush flowing down over my balls.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Ohhh fuuuuck!" she moaned, as her body quaked.

As I slowed down, I could feel her tight pussy squeezing my cock and could hear the squishing as I slowly continued to push up into her.

"Oh my god! Stop!" she gasped.

I slid my hands up to her hips as I rested my ass on the bed, and she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed her body back up, extending her arms.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed, looking down at me. "What the hell did you just do to me?"

"I think I just made you cum," I replied, smiling and bucking my hips up at her.

"Cum?!?" she exclaimed. "I didn't cum! I've never felt anything like that! My body felt like it was exploding!"

"Well, that's a good thing!" I told her.

She quickly lowered herself back down to me and kissed me. She pressed her lips hard against mine and kissed me passionately, moving her hips sideways and back and forth.

"I can't believe you're still hard," she said softly as she pulled her lips from mine.

"That, also, is a good thing," I replied, bucking up at her again.

"Oh yeah!" she said, wiggling her hips.

I slid my hands back down to her ass and started to sit up. "Hold on to me," I told her.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and her legs around my waist, and pulled herself tightly to me.

Still buried deep inside her hot, wet hole, I slid to the edge of the bed and stood, holding on to her ass. She gasped and moaned again as I stood, and I turned around.

Gently, I lowered her down to the bed, and she slid her hands from my shoulders.

"I want you to cum," she said softly, looking in my eyes as she wrapped her legs around my waist. "I want to feel you cum inside me."

"Are you sure?" I asked as I started sliding my cock in and out of her again.

"Yesss!" she moaned. "Please cum for me! Cum in me!"

I knew that I wasn't going to last too much longer, so I tried to delay the inevitable as much as I could. I moved slowly, savoring the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around my pole.

I soon felt her heels digging into my ass, spurring me on to fuck her harder and faster, so I gave in and began moving my hips with the intent of hopefully finishing us both off at the same time. 

"Ooohhhhyesssss!" she hissed as I picked up speed. "Fuck me so good!"

I looked down at her slim, fit body, her small tits shaking as I thrust harder into her, and I soon felt the beginning of my orgasm.

"Oh yeah!" she moaned loudly. "I'm going to cum! Oh god, I'm going to cum again!"

She gripped my forearm tightly, squeezing it, as her eyes opened wide, staring into mine. That sight, coupled with the sensation of her pussy starting to squeeze around my cock, set me off.

"Oh shit," I groaned. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "Cum! I'm cumming too!"

I slammed my hips against her a couple more times, and I then felt my balls contract.

"Oh fuck!" I bellowed, as my cock exploded, spewing my load into her.

"Yes!" she screamed. "Cum! Oh my god! I'm cumming! I can feel you! Oh my god! Yes!"




The Girl Next Door



We held tightly to each other as our bodies were racked with our mutual orgasms, both of us sweating and shaking.

All too soon, I felt my shaft begin to shrivel, and I slowly slid it from her warm, wet depths.

"Oh my god! That was amazing!" she moaned as I knelt on the bed next to her. "I have never felt like that before!"

"You are an amazing young woman," I told her as she rolled over and lay her head on my chest.

Soon, I felt myself start to drift off to sleep, and I pondered the thought that I had just fucked, and was falling asleep with, a woman less that half my age. My friend and neighbor's daughter, no less.