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Seducing the Neighbor Girl

By: Midday_Crisis



Chapter 1

Shortly after graduating college at 23 years old I came into a reasonable inheritance. I used the money to pay down my student loans and buy a rundown house in the suburbs. The neighborhood was one of those where most of the houses had families with kids or older couples whose kids had moved away. You know the place; I live on a cul-de-sac across the street from Leave-it-to-Beaver who lived next door to Mary Tyler Moore. 

To the relief of my neighbors, I had enough money left over to refurbish the beat up house top to bottom and bring it up to the standards of the houses on the rest of the street, if not nicer. It took about two years to complete the project; I did most of the labor myself. My original plan was to flip the house and make enough profit to buy a house in town, but with the housing market down I decided to sit and wait for the prices to recover somewhat.

Now I was 25 years old with my first job out of college, I lived rent and mortgage free. This was a huge advantage. While most of my friends were struggling a bit, I was comparatively well off. I could afford a decent car and apparently 20something girls found home ownership to be a big turn on. Not to mention the construction work from the renovation filled out my 6 foot frame well and I got a good tan. Nevertheless, I have to face it, I am a nerd and not good at managing the attention of attractive ladies, but this was a welcome change.

One of my next-door neighbors had a daughter who was little miss popular high school girl. Paige. She was a 5 foot tall, hot brunette, with a size zero body and perky little tits. 

I watched her over the past couple years tormenting boys with her aloof ways. She made me think of those bitches that had used me to do her homework and projects when I was a nerd in high school. Teasing me along but never putting out. Acting like they were friends, when in truth, they wouldn't be caught dead being seen with me. I should have lulled them into a sense of false security by doing their homework well enough and then given them shoddy work for their final projects so that they would have failed their classes. But then I probably would have had my legs broken by the football team.

Paige was always flirty and friendly with me. I tried to figure out what she wanted from me, I wasn't into doing homework anymore. Perhaps comparing her to the popular girls who had used me may not have been fair. One day, it finally occurred to me that for her I wasn't a nerd to be used, I was that older, but not too much older guy that she wanted to find her attractive. Well, I didn't actually figure it out by myself. I overheard her and her friends while they were tanning in her backyard.

I was out front in the driveway, wearing only a pair of board shorts and no shirt while washing my car when a carload of her friends stopped in front of her house, they tumbled into the street and shattered the suburban peace. They openly gawked at me as they loudly approached the house in their short shorts and microscopic bikini tops. They were all 18 year old seniors in high school about to graduate. I tried to steal a few glances without being too obvious.

I finished washing the car and went to the backyard. I suddenly wanted to go for a swim, really I mostly wanted to try and catch a glimpse of the girls in the backyard next door. They were hot even if they were a little young for me. 

While still on the patio heading for the pool I heard one of the girls say loudly, "Paige you told us you thought he was cute, but you didn't say he was hot." I stopped to listen.

Another girl, "What's his name?"

Paige answered, "Paul." 

What?! My name is PAUL. They're talking about me?

Another girl, "Does Paul have a girlfriend?"

Paige answered, "I don't think so. He has girls over sometimes, but no one steady." 

Paige was keeping track?

Another girl, "You should totally do him then." 

And another, (or maybe the same girl, I couldn't really tell. They all sounded the alike), "Let's go over there now. We could take turns on him."

The conversation devolved from there and got kind of raunchy. After a few minutes the conversation became trite and repetitive and downright boring to listen to, so I decided to make a splash. 

Quite literally. 

I cannon balled into my pool. When I came up to the surface the yard next door was as quiet as a tomb. I hoped that they were mortified that I had overheard their crass conversation.

I looked over and saw the top of someone's head peeking over the fence. It dropped out of sight the second I looked over. 'Yep, I scared them', I thought. I delighted in my breaking up their tea party until I heard an excited scream, "He has a pool!" 

I was disappointed that I apparently didn't scare them.

"Ask if we can come over and use it." 

No, not scared at all.

I could hear some hushed murmurs. Followed by, "No, ask now." 

A short time later Paige's head popped up clear into view and addressed me very sweetly, "Hi Mr. D. My friends and I would like to know if it's alright if we can use your pool. Please." She smiled brightly. That's an understatement. It was a million megawatt smile. Very bedazzling. Probably the smile she used on her dad to get that new car.

Damn. She found a way to use me after all. 

"I don't think that it's a good idea." I didn't want to be that pushover nerd from high school anymore.

"We will be really quiet and I promise we won't make a mess. Please."

"The gate's unlocked." What the hell did I just say? Fucking A! She did it, damn her.

I stayed in the pool and next thing I knew the rear of the house was flooded with six hot coeds. The popular ones I would have given any to have been with in high school. Apparently all I needed was my own house with a pool to catch their attention. If I'd only known. Yeah right, like it would have made any difference and it wouldn't today either. I would have blue balls just the same as the old days.

They laid on deck chairs and on towels on the concrete. I swam a little without paying any mind to them and their hot bodies, shiny with lotion or their impossibly small bikinis that proved that they shaved everywhere. I didn't look one bit. Yeah. Who am I kidding? 

As I got out of the pool and toweled myself dry, ignoring the six sets of eyes trained on my every move, I pretended that they did not interest me. I went into the house. Once inside, I dropped my head in shame.

I opened the door a fraction and sternly called outside, "Paige, can you come here a minute."

"Ooh, he wants you." Someone said.

"Shut up Lauren." Paige retorted.

She came inside the backdoor, put on her best contrite face, and said, "I'm sorry Mr. D, if you want us to go..."

I tried to continue to sound stern despite the fact she was melting my resolve, "It's okay. For a bit. But you need to make sure they don't do anything... ah... anything stupid." 

"Okay." She said meekly.

"No boys, no drinking, and close the gate when you go."

"Okay Mr. D." She said meekly again. The truth is she was playing me perfectly. She definitely knew what to say, when to say it, and how to say it to get what she wanted. The worst part of all, I knew exactly what she was doing and it was still working.

"I'm serious. No one else comes over. Okay?"

"Yes Mr. D" I dismissed her and she went back out to her friends.

"What did he want? Did you have to give him a little som'thin'-som'thin'." Lauren teased.

"He said it was okay for us to use the pool for a while." What? Did she hear anything I said? I was a little irritated that she had manipulated me so skillfully. 

After changed into some dry shorts I sat down to watch TV and try to ignore them. A while later, when I looked back to make sure they were following my rules, I noticed none of them had tops on. Shit. Occasionally they would slip into the pool half naked. This was too much.

The windows are darkly tinted to keep the house from getting hot from the sun; it was not likely they could see me, so I watched them. Although I had a yard filled with gorgeous topless girls, I couldn't take my eyes off of Paige. Her perky, orange sized tits were perfect. I imagined using her in differently ways. If she bent over I imagined her boobs hanging over my face while she rode me or grabbing them from behind as I drove into her doggy style. When she laid back I thought about being between her thighs or cumming all over her tits and face. In my mind I debauched her every way I could conceive of.

After an hour or so they were packing their things and putting their tops back on. When they were gone I went back to watching TV. Thirty minutes later Paige was back and knocking on my patio door. I let her in. She was still in her bikini top with a towel wrapped around her waist. I could swear she had fixed her hair and put on some lipstick though. I was still shirtless in my shorts. 

"Mr. D, I'm really sorry about today. I know you didn't want us here. But I hope the show made up for it." She seemed to be distracted by my lack of shirt. Her eyes kept straying downward. I wondered if this is what it was like to be a chick with guys always staring at your rack.

"The show?" I asked.

"You know the booby show we put on. You did notice, didn't you?" She was checking out my chest a little more openly now.

"Yes, it was nice." I couldn't keep from checking her out now. She blushed a little, with a little coy smile on her face. "Let's not do this again. Okay? I don't really want this to be a hangout for your friends."

She smiled. She seemed unsure of something. I wondered what. She timidly blurted, "Can I come by if I don't bring my friends?" 

"Okay." I'm an idiot. I am letting a high school girl use me.

"Cool Mr. D." The way she smiled nervously at me like she needed my approval sparked something in me.

It was then I realized that I wasn't a nerd to her like I had been to the girls in school. I was more. I was a mature guy who she thought might be out of her league. I thought that this was my chance to take out my frustration from the popular coeds that traumatized me and punish her for... for what? For being a hot girl I guess. The revenge idea was only a cover. I was looking for a way to rationalize ravaging the barely legal girl from next door. I decided to go with it anyway.

I got bold. "Do I get more 'Booby Shows' in payment?" I audaciously reached out and caressed the side of one of her boobs with my finger tips where her skin was exposed next to the triangle of fabric. She trembled and was breathing erratically. Her normally confident face looked unsettled, but she didn't move away or resist in any way.

I nonchalantly took my hand away and pretended like nothing important just happened. "Jeff mows the lawn on Saturdays. Don't let him see you here." I instructed. "I'm headed out so I'll see you later." She was still frozen to the floor just inside the backdoor staring at me wide eyed. 

I stepped up close to her and placed one hand behind her waist. I opened the door with my free hand and slid the other one on her back down to her ass and squeezed her firm cheek and little ushering her to the door. She moved obediently. As we reached the patio I squeezed one more time for good measure then patted her firm ass and said, "Don't be a stranger." The pat seemed to trigger her back to earth. 

She turned to me with the first genuine smile I ever saw from her, "Thanks Mr. D. I'll see you later, B-Bye." 

"Bye little Miss P." She happily sashayed away. There was a little extra motion in her hips as she walked, making a sexy show with her ass. She looked back making sure I was watching then waved.

***

I went out with a friend that night, but my mind was occupied with how I would seduce Paige and turn her into my personal sex slave. My buddy Brad was trying to hook up with a girl we both knew named Heidi. Bleach blond big boobs, not dumb, but a little light on the intellectual side. Unfortunately, when he asked her out she wanted to double date with her roommate Reba. Reba asked for me by name, so I was Reba's date. What are friends for? I was okay with wingman duty though. 

Reba was a 22 year old 5 foot 6, her reddish blond hair pulled into a ponytail. She had a small rack, a flat stomach, nice long legs and a killer ass. Not bad to look at, really. I flirted but she had no wit to flirt back. She would dive for cover by giggling if I tried bait her into an exchange of words. Or she would try to make up have nothing to say by sticking her tongue down my throat. Usually, I did not date a girl like this; I like them with some brains, but after a frustrating day of half naked youths in my yard she made a good target for my pent up energy. 

Brad was trying too hard as usual and it was chasing Heidi away a bit. I kept the drinks coming hoping it would soften her up for him. When the girls staggered off to the restroom arm in arm, I asked "How's it going?"

He just gave me a sideways smile. I thought of a plan to help both of us.

"I'm going to run off with Reba. Why don't you tell Heidi she can spend the night at your place?" I told him.

"You're drunk Paul. Or High. Sounds like I'll get slapped."

"She's about to be in a bind for a place to stay." I smiled.

He just looked at me with a confused expression. 

I let him know, "They are coming back. You owe me." He didn't really. I was going to be a big beneficiary for what I was about to do, but that's the kind of thing friends say. 

When Reba sat hip to hip with me she smiled broadly. I leaned into Reba, "Let's go back to your place. We need some privacy." Heidi brooded at me.

Reba suggested, "You could take me to see your house. Paul."

"No, my place is in the sticks; miles away. I'm too drunk to drive. Isn't your apartment around the corner?"

"Yeah, but what about Heidi?" She asked me. I looked across the table and Heidi scowled at me. Reba gave her a very desperate pleading look. It was Heidi's turn to be a good wing-woman. I ordered another round of drinks and let Heidi stew.

A few more rounds of drinks later we were all rather drunk, I grabbed Reba's hand and dragged her away. We walked two blocks to her apartment. It was a one bedroom place. The living room had a sofa, TV, and tiny kitchen. The small bedroom had two twin beds. The girls shared the room.

Once back to her place we kissed like high schoolers at an after-prom party while we tore each other's clothes off. Once down to our underwear we kissed each other and I lowered her onto her back on the sofa. I slipped down onto the floor kissed her neck, shoulders, her stomach, belly button. I unhooked her front loading bra and went after her breasts. She was becoming vocal with lots of mmm's and oh's.

I moved down to work on her wonderful long legs. I kissed her ankles, shins, knees, back of her knees. She went wild. I stayed to play at the back of her knees since she seemed to really like it. She was writhing and moaning as though I was licking her clit. While she was losing her senses I pulled her underwear off her long legs. I doubt she noticed. When she seemed to start losing sensitivity behind her knees I worked my way down the inside of her thighs, alternating kisses and nibbles on either side. She was plenty wet when I got to the trimmed thatch of red hair where her legs met. I licked the whole slit a few times but she kept repositioning trying to concentrate my contact on her clit. I complied with her wishes.

I flicked at her clit quickly. After a few minutes she bucked wildly and came hard. While she lay comatose I took off my boxers and sat on the sofa next to her. She was sagging down with her hips at the edge legs spread. Her head was near my waist. 

I leaned over and kissed her. She kissed back. I sat up and gently nudged her head toward my dick. She got the idea right away and climbed off of the sofa. She kneeled in front of me and leaned her face into my lap. She lowered her head until my dick filled her mouth. She had about half my length in. She bobbed her head and sucked. It was immediately clear she was really good at this. After a few minutes of wonderful sucking she sat up and kissed me. I thought the ride was ending but she pulled back from the kiss and winked at me. Odd time to wink I thought.

She fell face first back on my dick. She took half of it in again and stopped but then made a funny gurgling noise as she forced the rest of my dick into her mouth. She didn't stop until she had her lips down to the base. She held me there with her throat doing strange gymnastics around me. She bobbed up and down a bit then pulled back gasping heavily. I noticed she was crying. 

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, choking on cock makes my eyes water. You've got my eyes really going big boy." She smiled proudly, mascara running down to her chin. 

She went back down. I let her work watching her ponytail bob around on the back of her head. I felt tears dripping onto my crotch. She stopped to gasp for air frequently, but dove right back in. She was an artist, not to be disturbed in her craft. I leaned my head to the side so I could watch this fantastic show. I wanted this to last until morning so I held out as long as I could. 

I felt successful when five of the most amazing minutes of my life later I began to cum. I warned her but placed a light hand on the back of her head. I was going to let her head up without any struggle, but want to let her know I would prefer her to stay down. She pumped her face up and down my entire length, fucking me with her mouth. When I started to spurt she went all the way down and just swallowed with my cock in her throat.

After I was spent Reba backed off my dick and teased and licked my shrinking member until it started to harden again.

After she sat up, I went for the condom in my wallet. She bit her lip uncertainly. 

"What's up?" I asked.

"Would it be okay if we just... you know... used our mouths." She paused looking worried, "I like that better." She said a little embarrassed.

"Sure, sounds good to me. Do you want to 69?" I offered.

She jumped up like she won the lottery. Honestly, I felt the same way. She was by far the best oral artist I had met so far and she liked to give head. Jackpot!

We got off the sofa and went to her bed. I laid down, she moved over me and lowered her pussy onto my face then bent to my dick. I had a fantastic few of her marvelous ass and my dick had a great view of her tonsils.

I lasted much longer this time. But she didn't. She was pretty worked up so she kept cumming every few minutes. She would stop sucking and give me a break every time she came, so that helped me last the better part of an hour. It was perfect for both of us. We both recovered and started again.

Early in the morning after we both had nothing left to give. I put my clothes on and went home. We kissed good bye and she told me to give her a call some time. As I drove home I started to feel bad about using Reba. I knew there was no chance of ever dating her seriously. 

I briefly wondered how Brad and Heidi got on. I didn't worry too much though, she was his nut to crack.

I got home and hit the sack just before the sun started to rise and slept most of Sunday away. As I fell asleep I thought back to last night. I dreamed about what I did with Reba but it was with Paige instead.

***

On Monday I met up with Brad for lunch. "Dude, I owe you big time." was the first thing out of his mouth.

"It went well, I take it?"

"We left for my place right after you took Reba home." He told the story like a prospector spinning a yarn about a ghost haunting the old mine. "I told her she could have my bed. I would take the sofa..."

I almost started to laugh at his style. He pressed on away in his ridiculous manner.

"She insisted I keep the bed. But I said NO!" he dramatically emphasized. I was laughing now. He continued, "I kissed her to let her know it was fine. She kissed me BACK!" 


Seducing the Neighbor Girl Ch. 02



The day after my shower with Paige I went to work and my head was not right at all. Part of my distraction was the realization that I had a gorgeous new girlfriend. Mostly though, it was the fact that my girlfriend was a high school girl. Should I bail out now before this ship ran aground? I did not want to and that was the rub. I actually wanted a relationship with her, not just to fuck around. The age gap would not mean much in ten years but right now it was bigger than the Grand Canyon. 18 to 25 is a huge jump. Was she expecting me to give her my class ring? Is that what the shirts meant? Fuck me. 

Brad came by to distract me in my office cube.

"Paul, what happen between you Reba? Heidi says she is pining for you worse than ever."

"Really I thought I rejected her and I wasn't nice about it."

"How so? I think she wants to date you now."

"I shut her out hard for not being..." I almost said 'For not being like Paige'. For not turning me on the way Paige did. For not being as sexy as Paige. 

"Being what?"

"For not being someone I could fall in love with."

"You think too much. What's so bad about hooking up and seeing where it goes? It worked for Heidi. She got me." Brad was grinning. Good for him. "What did you two do after the club? She seems to be stuck on you."

"Ask Reba. Fuck if I know."

"Reba wouldn't say."

"How's Heidi?" I just wanted to get the conversation off Reba.

"Good. Have you called Reba lately?"

"No"

"She wants another go around."

"I'm okay. Thanks."

"Just a heads up. She says she is going to call you. She has something special planned to impress you."

"I'm really not interested." Brad cocked up an eyebrow. "I just don't like her this much. Better to end it now, before someone gets hurt." like Paige. 

"Your loss, but you should really stop thinking so much."

***

The rest of the week went well. I successfully dodged Reba. I talked to Paige on the phone just before bed the nights she did not stop by. She stopped by the back door fully clothed Tuesday and Wednesday just to hang out, eat dinner, feel each other up, play video games and chat for a bit. We kissed deeply when she arrived and left. We were enjoying each other's company.

Wednesday I asked. "Have you lost interest in your tan?"

"Well, I have a confession." She looked down very embarrassed. She reiterated, "There's something I need to tell you." she paused again. What kind of grand secret was she going to unveil? It was all very dramatic. "I hate to sunbath."

I roared in laughter. 

"It's not funny; I was torturing myself for you. I just wanted to come over and it seemed like a good way to get your attention."

I couldn't stop chortling, so I tried to mask it as fake crying and feigned depression, "No more 'booby shows'?" I stuck out my bottom lip in a pout to further express my deep sadness. 

"I never said that. You're such a baby" she lifted her shirt and showed me her bra encased 'girls'. "There, happy?"

"They were less captive last I remember. Happy and roaming free."

Off went her shirt and she threw her bra at me. This time she seemed very comfortable with my looking. "Ahem" she reached across the table and pull at my sleeve. I took my shirt off too. I led her to the sofa where we sat stoking each other's chests kissing. Later she went home after a long kiss goodnight or two or maybe thirty. 

Before she left we made special dinner date plans for Friday. Her parents would be away all weekend so there would be plenty of time to get ourselves into trouble.

On Friday Paige arrived while I was still cooking. She was gorgeous in a striking way. Her little black dress showed lots of cleavage, black shear stockings, six inch black heels. But what had me most shocked was her hair. She had cut it shorter into a bob style. Before she had been a perky ponytailed high school girl, now she was a strikingly beautiful brunette woman. 

She smiled unsure. "Do you like?"

I stood with my mouth hanging open, trying unsuccessfully to find my words.

"That bad?" But she was smiling at the effect she was having on me.

"So bad I'm going to tear your dress off and ravage you. I love your hair."

Having made the entrance she desired, Paige turned and silently went to work helping to make the room ready for dining. I started to put the food on plates. 

While she was setting the table the phone rang, but I let it go to voicemail. It was Reba, for the hundredth time. "Hey baby, it's Reba. I wanted to see if I could come over. You know, just a friendly visit. I'm wearing extra mascara for you to ruin... Call me."

Paige was iced over and hot enough to blow like Vesuvius all at once. I walked up from behind, wrapped my arms around her, and reassured, "I will never, ever call her back."

"If I ever see that cock sucking cum dumpster over here I swear I will stab her in the eyes." Paige turned and looked at me. "And you! Aww! I'm so mad at you for touching that ugly, syphilitic whore, tart, skank, troll..."

I kissed Paige to shut her up. She tried to push me away but I stayed lip locked. After a minute she stopped trying to escape my lips. 

When we parted I said, "You're so cute when you cuss."

"Fuck you." She said cutely. She poked me hard in the chest with her finger. "You are still in big trouble mister. You are way out on thin ice right now. I think a spanking may be required later."

"I get to spank you?"

"Be careful or you'll wake up tied to the bed."

I went back to finish plating our meal. Then we sat down next to each other to eat.

"This is sooo good." She seemed surprised again.

"It is not that good."

"Yes it is." 

We ate in silence. Then while we cleared the table, she asked out of nowhere "How do you ruin a girl's mascara?"

"Make her cry. I don't know. What are you talking about?" Where did this come from?

"I'm asking YOU how YOU ruined that cock sucking whore's mascara."

"I have noticed that you seem to be very fixated on her performing fellatio. Are you always going to be this jealous?"

Paige started to tear up, "It's just that I'm pissed that she got to you first. You were the first one to give me an orgasm, the first to eat me out and you received my first blow job. But for you there was like an army of blow job queens in there ahead of me." Her tears were flowing now. "I'm just the next girl queued up on her knees." 

"Are you a virgin?"

"No, but still."

"Listen it was hardly an army. You are overestimating my history by a wide margin. Besides there are a lot of other things you can be my first doing. You are my first high school girl."

"Lame. What else is on the menu of Mr. D firsts for me to choose from?" She sniffled.

"You are my first squirter." I tried.

"I'm still embarrassed. I don't know how to feel about that yet." She had stopped crying.

"Titty fuck."

"Oh, I've done that one. I have one up on you." She seemed happier, but the thought of some high school loser with his little prick between her tits pissed me off. I kind of understood where this whole Reba obsession was coming from.

"I haven't done anal." I offered hopefully.

"And it's going to stay that way."

"The first girl I am going to sleep with that I'm falling madly for?" I confessed.

Paige stared at me blankly for a long moment. Had I said too much? Finally she said, "God, you're a sap." She stood up, grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the bedroom.

"Where are you taking me?" I grinned like a nerd about to get laid, because I was.

"I am going to cross that one off your list. It was so horrible that I don't want to take a chance that you say it again."

"Sweet."

"Shut up and kiss me before you ruin the moment beyond repair."

I kissed her hard but she broke the kiss. She pulled urgently at my clothes. I helped her remove them. For the first time I was naked while she was still fully clothed. She stepped in and grabbed my hard on. She stood on tip toe to kiss me.

I put my arms around her and told her "You are overdressed."

"Not for this." She sat on the bed and pulled me towards her. 

She immediately went to work sucking on me. She used the same technique as last time. Alternating between bobbing her head on the top half and sucking while she pumped. She was very enthusiastic. It was quite good for anyone let alone someone of her rookie status. She used her other hand to play with my balls.

My view was excellent. Her tits looked great in her dress. She looked so elegant with her dark hair. It added to the effect while I watched her mouth working me.

Pretty soon I was ready to cum so I warned her. She kept sucking but looked up into my eyes. Then the most erotic thing happened. I came in her mouth while looking in her eyes. It was so intense. So exciting. So wonderful. I was in love.

After she finished swallowing my large load and licking up the residue Paige stood up and spun her back towards me. "Unzip me."

I ran the zipper down and pushed the dress straps off her shoulders. I leaned down and kissed the tops of her shoulders and the back of her neck. She purred nicely and ran her fingers through my hair.

She stepped away two paces and faced me holding the dress up by clutching it to the front of her breasts. "Close your eyes." She ordered. I closed them and waited for about two seconds. "Okay, you can open them." The dress was pooled on the floor by her feet. She was a goddess, sexy and classy at once. Strapless black satin bra, matching black satin briefs, garter belt and thigh high stockings and still wearing the heels.

I walked up to her and began to run hands all over her body. "God you are soft." 

"I better be. I waxed everything below my eyebrows."

"Ouch."

"Yeah, but worth the look in your eyes right now." 

That was when something switched in my brain and I needed to have her.

I scooped her up in my arms and threw her into the middle of the bed. She squealed in delight. I dove into her. I was rough and I tore her panties away. I licked and sucked at her mound. There was nothing tender about the way I attacked her clit with my tongue. I pushed two fingers into her tight, wet slit. Paige's whole body was rolling side to side and she was grunting and panting. She started to cum on my hand. I got on my knees between her legs and drove my cock home in her slippery tight folds. She screamed. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head and I pumped into her wildly. We where both getting a little sweaty. She kept screaming again and again. It wasn't long before I came into her. As I pumped stream after stream of cum into her, she came with me. We laid there on top of the covers panting. 

When I got my senses back I said, "I'm sorry, I wanted our first time to be tender and loving but I lost control."

"You say that like it's a bad thing. I'm not complaining."

She was still in her bra, garter belt and stockings (although one boob had sprung free of the bra from the pounding I gave her). She had one shoe on but the other was lost somewhere. "Seeing you like this made me crazy with lust."

"Then I'm dressing like this every night."

"But, I wanted our first time to be memorable."

"And it was. You know, we can still do tender and loving." Paige peeled her remaining clothes off her sweaty body.

Then a revelation hit me. "Paige?"

"Yes Paul."

"Um, are you on the pill or anything?"

Paige started laughing, "That's a bit late to ask."

"I know, but now I'm wondering."

"What would you do if I said no?"

"Nothing. Maybe do it again since it's too late already."

"Well, the answer is yes, I am on the pill. At least one of us is responsible enough to protect us from your lack of judgment. Now get over here and show me that tender and loving thing you wanted to do so badly."

We got under the covers, I laid on top of her and moved slowly in and out as we kissed. Later we fell asleep in each other's arms.

*** 



Seducing the Neighbor Girl Ch. 03



Chapter 3. Going Public

Saturday morning I woke up with Paige's dark haired head on my chest. Her fingers were gently stroking my genitals. "Having fun playing?" I asked.

"I've never really studied one of these up close before. I could just sit here and play with it like this all day." 

"Sounds like a plan to me." I agreed.

"Babe, what's next for us?"

"I thought we just decided to stay in bed so you could play with me. We should think about breakfast or lunch at some point though."

"No dip shit," She said playfully. "I mean, what's next for 'us'? Do I move in, take over your closet and throw away all of your favorite things so I can redecorate?"

"Oh, that what next." I thought about it. "Well, we can't keep dating in secret. We need to go public. I guess you tell your friends about your wonderful new boyfriend. I tell my friends I'm dating a grade school girl. And we find some way to break your parents' hearts that allows me to live."

"I already told Lauren about us, but she's supposed to keep it a secret."

"So, only half of your school knows about us."

"Probably about right."

"Then let's go out on the town tonight."

"Okay, but I get a dollar every time someone refers to me as your daughter."

"I'll add it to your allowance."

***

Paige needed to go home to call Lauren. She described the ritual she was obligated to perform with her best friend to break the news she and I were officially an item. It involved a lot of high pitched screaming and Lauren would come over so they could get Paige ready for tonight's date together. She agreed it was lame but said she was duty-bound. I was glad I would be sitting this one out.

Before she left, Paige and I sat and ate lunch.

Paige asked, "Are you afraid of what your friends will think of me?"

"No." I really didn't care and this point.

"I'm not worried about my friends. They'll be jealous. But I'm scared of what your friends might think."

"I don't give a damn. Besides, my nerd friends will be envious that I got such a hot girlfriend. And once you destroy them in the gaming world... They'll be trying to figure out if you have a sister they can meet. They will love you."

"What if they don't? If your friends are against me, I am afraid I might lose you. I don't think Brad approves of me."

I picked up my phone and stared at her stone-faced while I dialed. Paige sat eating, watching me while the phone rang on the other end.

Brad answered his phone with, "Hey bro"

I gave the required, "How's it goin'?"

Brad let me know, "I am going with Rory and the guys to Baker's tonight. Wanna come?" Baker's was a bar with live bands and college girls. I used this as the opportunity to give him the news indirectly.

"Nah, I've got a date." I said nonchalantly.

"Reba?" Paige's eyes narrowed. She could overhear Brad's voice and I should have seen this coming.

"No way, I've got a new girlfriend." I told him without being over eager. 'BAM' I mouthed to Paige. She nodded. 

"What's she like?"

"Hot brunette. Long legs, nice rack, great ass, beautiful face." Paige sat looking at me with an I-can't-believe-you-just-said-that look on her face.

"Nice. You always go for the ones with nice asses." 

Paige silently mouthed to me 'I have a name'. I smiled and held up a finger telling her to wait. I got a cold stare in return. She looked at my finger like she was going to bite it off, so I put it away.

"You met her once."

"Really, what's her name?"

"Paige"

There was a long pause. "Your neighbor?"

"Yup"

"Wow, you bagged a real hotty." 

Paige didn't look like she liked the idea of being 'bagged'. She gazed at me a little disapprovingly.

Brad continued, "Well congrats, you lucky dog; bring her by Baker's so everyone can meet her."

"Maybe" Which was guy-speak for no.

"That's cool. Let's catch up later then. Have a good time tonight." And we hung up.

Paige shook her head at me and deliberately said, "That was the dumbest conversation I have ever witnessed."

"Am I allowed to listen in when you call Lauren?"

"No"

***

Paige's Parents were still out of town for the weekend and not due back until early Sunday. So, when I arrived at Paige's front door a few minutes early for our date Lauren answered, let me in and offered me a seat on the sofa. The house was very tidy. Nice oak furniture, warm colors, it was very homey. Lauren was excited and breathing hard. 

Lauren let me know, "You look handsome. Paige is going to be a few more minutes." With that she literally sprinted out of the room to Paige I presumed. I heard her squeal loudly a moment later. 

Dear god, I was in the high school dating scene. I guess I could cross it off of the list of first times for me now. I had not dated at all in high school.

Ten excruciating minutes later Paige came out. I expected her to be gorgeous, I was not disappointed. Her light blue spaghetti strap tank top stretched around and barely contained her boobs and her 'painted on' jeans looked good too. Her now brown hair was pinned back behind her ears giving her a pixie look. She wore simple little white sneakers.

We had agreed we would not dress fancy just jeans and casual shirts. She turned her outfit into a sex show. I felt very plain next to her. 

She walked up to me and stood on her tip toes stretching her face up to mine and using her hand to pull my head down to her. With our height difference I still had to dip my face down to hers for a kiss.

I took her to Gilmore's, a swanky restaurant and bar downtown. Things started off rocky when the valet turned out to be a boy from Paige's class. When he opened her door he casually greeted her "Hey Paige" then when I came around and offered her my arm he looked at me sideways and let out a disapproving huff of sorts. 'No tip for him' I thought. It seemed to bother Paige though. I laced my fingers in hers and encouraged her to stride to the front door of the restaurant. 

I had not made reservations and knew the wait would be long. I had planned on sitting and ordering food in the bar. I started for the bar and Paige held up a little. 

"Just act like you own the place. Like you've been here a hundred times." I coached her.

We walked a lap around the bar looking for seats. There were no open tables. On the second pass, someone called my name.

"Paul, you can sit with us." It was Tina, she was with Pam. I knew them both from the office. They were both tarted up for an evening on the town.

"I don't want to intrude, I'm on a date." I indicated to Paige.

"Then you definitely need to sit with us so we can meet her." Tina said. "Besides we are about to leave after we finish our drinks." To Paige she said, "Then you can have him all to yourself." She winked at Paige.

I introduced everyone. Paige sat very quiet. Tipsy Tina spoke for two or three people.

"You two are too cute." Tina said. "You're on a first date. I can tell. So much nervous energy." I nodded. "Good for you." she directed to Paige. "There are going to be lots of broken hearts when the girls in the office hear Paul is off the market." She shot a sideways glance at Pam.

Pam elbowed Tina, Paige and I looked down in discomfort. Pam tried to make the conversation easier "How did you meet?" 

Tina and Pam seemed to be focused tightly on Paige. I was barely there with the three girls. Since it was obvious they were talking directly to Paige, she answered for us. "We are neighbors."

Tina rejoined the conversation, "Perfect. That's the best. You can get together whenever you want. You two are going to get into lots of trouble then." And I wanted to run away.

The waitress came by, Tina and Pam ordered another round of drinks. They wouldn't be leaving soon. I was about to order a beer when I remembered Paige would be left out. I looked at her and she looked perplexed. She didn't know what she was expected to order. I asked her if she would like an ice tea, she nodded and I ordered one for each of us and asked for menus.

"Always the gentleman." Tina said.

The conversation calmed a bit. They asked Paige what she did for a living. She smiled and said she was a student. They probably assumed college student, which is likely what Paige intended. They liked her nails and talked about where they each got them done. Her hair. We ordered our food then Tina and Pam hauled Paige off to the bathroom with them. Ten minutes later they all came back. Tina and Pam deposited Paige into her seat and said their goodbyes.

Before leaving Tina leaned toward me and loudly warned me "Watch out. This one will steal your heart." indicating Paige. "Oh, too late isn't it?" She leaned closer to my ear and whispered, "You already have hers."

After they were gone, "How was your field trip to the john?" I asked.

"They are very drunk." I held up her hands in protest. "And they gave me the third degree."

"About what?"

"About Us. Are we serious? Have we done it? Are you good in bed?" Paige looked at me. "I think Pam has a thing for you." 

I almost spit my tea across the table. "What did you tell them?"

"Nothing, but everything. They knew how to extract what they wanted to know even if I didn't speak." She continued "That was weird."

"Are you okay?"

Paige went on, "It was weird, but I'm okay. I feel like I'm drowning in your world."

After eating we left the restaurant and walked around the downtown streets with my arm around her. She wore my jacket of course since she was practically naked up top.

We were passing Baker's. "Aren't your friends in there?" Paige pointed.

"Yes."

"Let's go in."

"Are you sure? I figured that you have had enough of 'my people' for one evening."

"I'm positive. I can do this. But take your jacket back first." She handed it back and I watched as she adjusted her tits in her shirt so that they were on lofted up for display. She tucked loose strands of hair behind her ears and moistened her lips. "I'm ready, let's go."

We walked in and found four of my friends at a table staring at college coeds. They saw Paige long before they noticed me. They went wide eyed and drooled. It was only when we stopped in front of them that they realized I was there at all. 

"Hey guys. This is Paige. Paige these are the guys. You know Brad."

Paige smiled brightly, and offered her hand to Brad. "Nice to see you again." Brad was struck dumb.

We chit chatted for a few minutes. Paige did most of the talking, charming the group. She had a special way of manipulating men I noticed, especially my dorky friends.

After a half hour of her wowing my friends, I told everyone that Paige and I needed to get going. They seemed sad to see her go.

As we walked back to the car I put my arm around her. "Well you handled them well." I tried to choose my next words carefully but blundered through them anyway. "Do you manipulate me like that too?"

"I tried to at first, but you seem to be immune to my charms."

"Hardly immune. I'm quite stuck on you."

"I don't mean like that." She poked me in the ribs then thought about it for a moment, "You know the day I asked if my friends could use the pool." I nodded, I remembered it well. "I had my charm turned up to eleven that day, but it just rolled off you, like water off a duck's back. It was like I wasn't there. Then you called me into the house. You were all stern and authoritative. You were such a turn on. I tried my best to melt you. But the way you held firm and turned it around on me. It made me all hot and bothered. God, I wanted you so bad at that moment and you brushed me off."

"Believe it or not I didn't think I was the one in control of the situation and I did get a bit intoxicated by your charms."

"Well it was a really big turn on to see you stand your ground with me. Then later on when you were seducing me, how you always did what you wanted, when you wanted. It makes me hot just thinking about it now."

"So, you like to be controlled? To be put in your place?" I thought of some possibilities to exploit her hidden desires.

"Maybe a little." She smiled. Paige looked like she was thinking of some possible fantasies to play out too. "What I like is a confident man who knows what he wants. Especially when it's you and you want me."

"Do you have any fantasies to share?"

"Do you mean other than being taken advantage of by my pervy old man neighbor?"

"You fantasize about old man Jenkins?" the eighty plus year old neighbor that lived in the house next to hers on the other side from mine. "That's twisted."

"You should know I like them over the hill, old man."

"Be nice or I'll put you in time out."

"There you go again, being all authoritative and making me want you. Take me home. I want you to defile me in my bedroom."

"How can I say no to that?"

***

We collected the car from the valet. It was a different kid so I gave a tip. We drove home in relative silence and when I pulled my car into the garage Paige turned to me and gave me a big kiss. Then she got out of the car and literally ran to her house like it was a race. I had to chase after her and caught up while she fumbled with her house keys.

Paige let us into her house. When we stepped into her room I was taken aback a little. It was pink and looked a bit like a little girls room. Pink everywhere. At least there weren't any teen band posters on the walls. That would have been too much. It served as a reminder that I was playing with a girl who had been a child not too long ago.

I think she saw what was going on in my head. She stepped in front of me and had me look into her eyes. She smiled and reached up to kiss me. As I focused on her, she seemed to be intent on reminding me how much of a woman she was.

She had me sit on her bed while she got ready. She slipped into a bathroom attached to her room. From the bathroom she asked "Did I do okay while we were out?"

"You had my friends eating out of your hand, if that's what you are asking. Are you that worried about what they think?"

"Frankly, yes. I don't want them to be an issue. I don't want them making fun of you for dating a younger woman. My plan was for them to wish they were you. That way they will be more encouraging." 

"So, you are manipulating me by manipulating them."

She was still in the bathroom, "No, but I know that my age is on your mind. At least while I'm not naked." After a pause, "Do you worry that I'm too young for you."

"Not directly. I worry more that over the next five years you will change and move on."

"Wow. You think too much."

"That's what Brad always says."

"Well, he is finally right about something. So then, you are thinking big picture with me. Like, way beyond just dating."

"Maybe" This was normally a conversation for face to face not room to room. "Are you coming out of the bathroom soon?"

"In a minute." She said. "You shouldn't worry about it; I'll be knocked up long before then. Maybe on our second or third kid."

"Ahh?" was the only word that came to mind.

"I lied about being on the pill."

"What!?"

"Just kidding. Lord, you can be gullible. Having kids can wait until I graduate college."

Then she sent the discussion further off the rails. Still from the bathroom I heard her say, "I am only going to ask one more time and I want an honest and complete answer this time. Then I promise I will never bring it up again."

"Okay?" Where the hell was this going?

"When that shit head, cock sucking, ho-bag left you that voice mail, what did she mean about you ruining her mascara. I can't figure out what she meant and it's killing me."

"I'll answer, but first I just want to point out that you still have an unhealthy obsession with her blowing people."

"I'm only obsessed with her blowing you. And didn't you notice I downgraded 'cock sucking' to the second position in my name calling. In a week I may have it down to forth of fifth. So...?"

"Her eyes water while she is choking on cock. Those are her words by the way."

"Choking?"

"You know... a deep throat blow job."

"Damn it! The cock sucking evil witch cow did blow you." I noted 'cock sucking' was back to first place.

"You've known that for awhile."

"You never really admitted it before though. I'm going to have to kill her now."

"Please let this go."

"Did you fuck her?"

"No"

"Not even a little bit?"

"How do you fuck someone a little bit? No."

"Good. Did you do anything else with her?"

I thought about it. "I licked her knees."

"Really?" I could hear her considering what that could mean. "Damn you are odd. Okay we will do that too. But right now we have to set the first the thing straight." She walked back into the room. She had on really thick mascara. She was only wearing mascara, otherwise she was totally naked. "You need to destroy my mascara."

"Are you sure? I don't think it is all that enjoyable for you."

"I don't care. I need to do this, at least once, so that cock sucking cunt doesn't have this one over me. How does this work?" She pulled my pants off was moving down to my cock and positioning herself to put it in her mouth.

"You need to swallow it. You know. Deep down your throat."

Paige pulled back. "It's too big to fit."

"You don't need to do this."

"Yes I do." She forced her face down and gagged. Down again and gagged again. "Is this right?"

"Yeah, but you've got to get past the gag thing."

"How far did she go down?" 

"All the way"

"Is this how all the girls do it?"

"That was the only time for me."

"Not for long. That fucking bitch." Paige dove again and gagged again but kept pushing. She was gurgling and sputtering loudly but she kept forcing herself down on my cock until she was three quarters of the way down. And she kept swallowing which felt amazing. She stayed there for a long time before she came up breathing hard. "Like... that...?" She pumped with her hand and caught her breath a little more. 

"That was amazing." Was all I could say. 

With my words of encouragement Paige forced her throat over my dick again. She was making loud unnatural noises same as before and swallowing. This was so different from Reba. So much better. The selfless giving from someone I loved so much added something. She lifted again and after a moment of breathing went back in. She repeated this several times. Each time getting a little more down her throat.

I would not last much longer. Finally her lips met the base of my dick and I was all the way in. Paige made triumphant shout best she could considering her present condition. The sensation of the shout added to the choking and swallowing, not to mention the noises and sent me into bliss. I had the best feeling cum of my life straight into her stomach. I totally lost my senses for a moment.

When I came too and Paige was hovering over my face. "Are you okay?" Her mascara was running just a bit. Her face was not all that messy.

"Better than okay. You are amazing."

"I did good? Better than Reba?" No obscenity. She was moving on I hoped.

"No comparison. You kicked her ass. Now never speak of her again."

"I don't think my eyes watered enough to make my makeup run though."

"Next time."

We laid together and I started to doze when Paige shook me.

"My parents are going to be home in the morning. As much as I want you here with me, you need to go."

"Can you spend the night with me at my place?"

"Sure, let me grab a few things so that I can pretend that I got up early and went out."

"I don't feel right about sneaking. We should tell your parents."

"Okay, tomorrow." She looked uncertain.

"Do you want me to be there with you?"

"No. I can handle my dad, besides he already likes you. It's my mom that scares me."

"Your dad likes me?"

"Well, yeah. Why not?"

"Maybe the fact that I just choked you with my dick"




Seducing the Neighbor Girl Ch. 03



"Then I will leave that part out when I tell him we are dating."

***

Paige packed a duffle with what looked like two months worth of clothes and other odds and ends. I carried the heavy bag as we walked back to my place. I watched her as she unpacked several outfits into my closet. She began moving my stuff out of the way and took over several feet of hanger space. I watched with curiosity. 

"You weren't kidding about moving in, were you?" I asked.

"I'm just making sure I can be comfortable waking up here. Or do you not want that?"

"Are you planning on redecorating anytime soon?"

She just smiled to herself and started to change into one of my t-shirts from the rack. No clever phrases this time just a graphic tee with a surfer. She looked better in my clothes than I did.

She took the bag into bathroom and started to unpack things there as well. Toothbrush, some make-up, hair dryer, brushes. She was even putting things in drawers. Dear god she was moving in. She turned to me "Can you get me my own towel please? And a wash cloth too." I was okay with this, I guess, it was just so sudden. I asked her to spend the night. The night. She was ready to stay the week. I went to get her a towel and wash cloth. When I got back she was naked and adjusting the water temperature in the shower. She looked glorious in her birthday suit.

I hung the towel on the rack and handed her the wash cloth. She was still smiling to herself. She looked so self assured and content. I went into my room and thought about everything that had happened and decided I was okay with her moving in. But I wanted to establish that I would not be a pushover. I stripped down and walked into the bathroom, opened the shower door and stepped in.

I pushed her back against the wall and kissed her hard. She seemed surprised by my sudden forcefulness but did not fight back just let me have my way with her. If I kissed her she kissed back. When I pushed her to her knees, she went to her knees. I pulled her head over my dick and she started to suck. She was my doll. After fucking her face a few minutes I pulled out. Her mouth made a popping sound as I came free of it. I stood her up and turned her around. From behind I played with her tits and sucked on her earlobe. I ran one hand down to her pussy and started fingering her. She started to grind and moan on my fingers.

"Don't you dare cum without me." I told her. She groaned in frustration, so I put another finger in her tight opening. When she started to writhe out of control and grunt loudly I pulled my fingers out. "I told you to wait for me to cum with you."

"I'm sorry." She said. "It feels too good."

I roughly turned her around facing me and pushed her back against the wall again and lifted her tiny body up as though she weighed nothing. She held on to my neck wrapped her legs around me and I lowered her onto my dick. I started to penetrate and shoved a few inches into her. She screamed. I marveled at the tightness. I worked myself into her she held tight to me shuttering and climaxing each time I forced more into her. 

"Stop cumming" I ordered.

"I can't help it... I'm sorry Paul... I'm trying... it's... too... much."

At first I pumped slowly. I was trying to dominate her but I really didn't want to hurt her. As she loosened up a little I started to ram into her faster. She started to scream and I felt her pussy squeezing me. "Wait for me" I told her.

I leaned her back so that her shoulders were against the wall I held her hips and started to pump as hard as I could. I watched her boobs bouncing wonderfully from the impacts. 

I yelled "I'm cumming" and thrust into her several times. When I let go so did she and she came hard.

Paige started to convulse. Her whole body was contracting. She tried to scream but no sound came out of her mouth instead her pussy squirted all over me. Her body went limp against the wall. I pull her back into my arms and held her lovingly. After a minute her arms began to grip me again. I pulled her off my deflating cock and set her feet back on the floor.

"Don't let go of me, I'll collapse." She warned. I held her and kissed her softly. 

"I love you." I said for the first time.

"I love you too" she replied. She forcefully kissed me.

I helped her out of the shower where we both dried off and went to bed totally naked. She snuggled close with her head in my chest. I wrapped my arms around her kissed the top of her head. 

"I never want to leave." She said. "I just want to say with you always. You make me feel like I'm the center of the world, like I'm the only person in the world for you, but you also..." She thought about it. "You rule over me so perfectly."

"First, we tell your parents we are dating. Later you can stay with me." I thought about what happened in the shower. "You know, you squirted all over me again"

"Yes. If it feels like that every time, I may get over the weirdness."

In the morning we washed and got dressed and tried to look as if nothing had happened. Nothing like the fact we spent the night together. We ate breakfast on the dinner table and she went home to tell her parents 'The Big News'. We kissed at least once every 14 seconds from the time we woke until she departed. 

***



Seducing the Neighbor Girl Ch. 04



This chapter was originally part of chapter 3, but it was getting long. So, this is just a continuation of that chapter. It picks up the following morning. 

*****

Chapter 4 - Paige Tells Her Parents

Paige's dad freaked but her mom defended us dating. Kind of backwards from what Paige expected. Daddy was trying to protect his little girl. It seemed to me Mom was looking at it from Paige's prospective. When Paige's mother and father had met they were 20 and 25 respectively. This was the foundation of her mom's argument. And then she threw in the fact I was a responsible home owner with a decent career on top for good measure. 

I stayed clear as Paige had requested and let things play out. I figured there would be plenty of time to come to terms with them in the future. 

That night Paige came over for dinner. She used the front door for the first time. When I answered the door she was looking very happy (and gorgeous) in her fitted t-shirt and tight cutoff jean shorts despite the heavy confrontation with her father earlier. We sat at the table as I went to get the food. She recounted how her father forbade her from seeing me. 

"But you are here now." I pointed out.

"He backed off a little. My mom really stood up for you. I think she sees you as a good catch for me."

"What did you say?"

"I told them I wanted to keep seeing you because the sex is mind blowing." She joked.

I just stared at her.

"I think he will come around."

After dinner we tried to murder each other on the gaming system. Lots of kissing too. 

As Paige was starting to leave she caught me staring at her cute ass for the thousandth time that night. It looked so good in those shorts. "Have you developed a new obsession?" She asked smiling coyly. 

"It's not really a new one." I responded. "You just look extra delicious today."

She bent over and placed her elbows on the dining table. "Is that better?" It was. Her little heart shaped ass was too desirable. When I stood in stunned silence, she started to wag it back and forth. As usual she knew exactly how to get me so hot that I would attack with lust. 

I kneeled behind her stoking her legs from ankle to high inner thigh with my hands. At the same time I kissed the exposed lower halves of her butt cheeks. Paige whimpered. 

I reached around and unfastened the button and zipper on her shorts. She stood upright to help me get them off. I didn't waste time, I took her underwear off in the same motion. 

I put a hand on her back to push her into her bent position. It didn't take any force she was headed that way anyhow. 

I spread her cheeks and began licking at her pussy. When she was really wet a moment later I stood up dropped my pants and tried to force my cock in. She was still tight so I had to feed a little in and hump in and out before forcing more in. She laid making grunts and groans. 

It took several trials before I was all the way in. On the last shove Paige cried out. "Oh god, so deep". 

I looked down at her beautiful ass and her tiny body being speared by my thickness. It took a lot to maintain my composure and not cum instantly. 

I began to saw in and out. Every Time I bottomed out she would yelp. I grabbed her hips and started to pump with fury. Her individual yelps merged into a long stuttering "ahhhh" sound. When I came, she coached me, "Yeah, give it to me." I staggered back and collapsed in a chair. Paige laid flat on the table panting. 

After a minute she turned her face to me and said, "You always feel big and long, but dear god, you touched me in places I didn't know I had. You reach into my core."

I still was trying to recover and had no witty reply.

***

As the whole week progressed, she came over for dinner, stayed for a while to cuddle and went home. Well, went home most nights.

Sunday about ten minutes after she arrived the doorbell chimed.

It was her dad. He just looked at me and said nothing.

I politely invited him in, led him to the dinner table and offered him a seat across from his daughter.

I excused myself and left two very tense family members at the table. I returned with a platter of braised ribs and an extra plate for the unexpected guest. The tension was so tightly wound I thought either Paige or her father would explode any second but they just sat looking at each other. I wondered if they were waiting for me to get settled before starting the fireworks show. 

When everyone sat motionless, I decided to just keep playing host. I wasn't sure what to say, so I said nothing. I picked up Paige's plate and put food on it. Next, I did the same with 'Dad's' plate. They seemed to ignore me. This was getting just plain weird. But in his defense, I had never just learned that my daughter was being sexed up by the neighbor, so maybe this was normal for the circumstances. 

After I made my own plate, I started to eat. I nudged Paige and she began to eat. She suddenly got vocal, almost orgasmic sounding. 

"Mmmmm, this is good. You never cease to amaze me. Dad, try some."

He reluctantly took a mouthful. His face went to a state of shock. "This is good. Really good."

I thought it was normal, average cooking personally. My mom's cooking had been much better. I thought back to the first time Paige ate with me and had the same response. Were the expectations of my bachelor culinary skills just so low that when I provided normal food it was a grand surprise?

I think 'Dad' recognized my confused expression because then he explained, "Paige's mom is a terrible cook. We have never had a home cooked meal nearly this good. Sometimes I think she's trying to poison us." 

Paige snickered. "Like the baked potatoes that one time." Her dad started to laugh too.

That seemed to break down the wall of tension. We ate in silence but a much more comfortable silence. 

After cleaning his plate, he pushed back his chair and said "Now I understand why Paige has been sneaking over for dinner. I may start sneaking over with her."

I was happy things were looking better so I offered a tour of the house, which he accepted. He offered comments like "very nice" or "good job" as we looked at the various improvements and refurbishments. My favorite was when I showed him the rec room. It had a large flat screen on the wall and gaming system was paused in the middle of a first person shooter game. For that he gave me a "you damn kids" remark. It wasn't biting though, more kidding. 

Last, I unthinkingly showed him the master bedroom. It had my clothes and Paige's lying about from the last night's escapades. Her feminine underwear was very obvious on the foot of the bed near the door. Worse, the room had a distinct aroma of sex. 

Ah shit. He had to have known what was going on, but he didn't need it rubbed in his face. His jaw tightened. He turned from the room. I guess he should have saved his "you damn kids" comment from earlier for now. Instead he settled for, "I'll leave you two to yourselves. Paige will you be late?"

Paige looked at me like she was looking for support. I tried to seem responsible by offering, "We won't be too late. We have school and work tomorrow."

Apparently, she didn't think much of what I was saying. She looked mad at me. "I will see you tomorrow." I thought she was brushing me off and going home. Damn, I blew it. However, she said good bye to her dad and closed the door behind him. 

"Let's get you showered and tucked into bed for your big day tomorrow." She was rather sarcastic. "What was that?" 

"What was what?" I wondered.

"Don't kiss up to my dad and don't treat me like I'm a child." She was definitely mad.

"Whoa. I was just trying to be respectful. This has been hard for him." Now I was shouting.

"Hard for him?! Now you're taking his side?! He's the one who put me through hell over you. You're supposed to be on my side!"

"This isn't about sides. I'm just trying to be polite and do the right thing."

"Well you can 'do the right thing' by yourself then." and she walked out of the front door and slammed it behind her. Part of me wanted to follow her and drag her back. For better or worse (probably worse) my petty side won out. I wanted to be right. Make her come back on her own. 

I tried to call her later but she didn't take my call. 

***

Work sucked the next day. I couldn't wait to get home to try and straighten things out with Paige. When Brad stopped by to talk, I was not in the mood. 

Brad started with, "Dude, missed you this weekend, but how could anyone blame you with Paige around. All the guys were talking about when they met her. How hot, smart, funny she is. You are a lucky guy."

"Yeah she is great." I mustered. Now I was feeling worse. 

"Is she really in high school? Because it didn't seem like it."

"Yes, for a couple more months."

"You two are pretty serious, huh."

"Dude, I really do love her."

"That's cool. Tina told me you guys hung at Gilmore's. And that Paige told her that she loved you." Brad punched me in the arm as an atta-boy. Was he trying to torture me with reminders of how lucky I was to have Paige? "Reba heard. She's pissed. She threw something at my head when I went to pick up Heidi. That bitch is psycho. What did you ever see in her?"

I smiled. Finally something to laugh at. 

Brad finally tired of tormenting me reminders of how much I liked Paige. He went back to work. 

When I got home I called Paige. She did not answer. I knew she was home so I went over. Her father opened the door. We regarded each other silently for a second and he waved me in. 

I heard Paige yell, "Tell him to go away".

"You know, when you decided to date my teenage daughter. You decided to date my 'teenage' daughter." he put extra emphasis on the word teenage. "Probably my fault for spoiling her. She can be stubborn." he pointed toward her room. "If you want her, go get her." I'm glad he didn't say you made your bed now go sleep in it. That would have been a little creepy. 

I found her in her room wearing sweats with red, puffy eyes. She looked like shit. 

"Go away."

"I am sorry I talked down to you like a child." 

"And?"

"And what?" That was all the apology my pride could stomach. 

"What about the other stuff you said. Taking my dad's side"

"I am not sorry about that." 

She threw a tissue box at me. "Come back when you are." 

I blew a fuse. I didn't yell, but I did grab her arms and hold her face in front of mine. "Listen you little brat. I love you, but stop acting twelve."

I let go of her and she buried her face in her pillow. 

I had enough "I'm going home. If you can act your age, I really want you to come over. I miss you."

I went home, sat down and picked at my dinner waiting to see if she would come over. If she didn't show, I guess I would have to think of plan B, which would likely involve flowers and maybe a little more contrition. Just about the time I was ready to give up on her and start researching florists, Paige tapped on the backdoor.

When I opened she jumped into my arms, kissing me. When she pulled away from the kiss, "I hate you." She gasped at me. She kissed me again. "Why did you have to make me love you so much?"

"I love you too."

She looked at my dinner. "You're lucky my mom can't cook. I might have starved if I didn't decide to forgive you." I cocked up an eyebrow. "Okay, I'm sorry for being a brat."

"And I'm sorry for not taking your side. We should always be on the same side. And I'm sorry for having too much pride to admit I was wrong." I pointed at the table. "Do you want a plate?" She indicated she did.

"My dad gave me so much shit after you left. He made me feel terrible. He wanted me to come back to you. He practically threw me out of the house. Weird considering he wanted me to stop seeing you until yesterday." she took a bite "Mmm, I think he wanted to come with me to be fed again."

"Hurry up and eat." I said. "We need to get tucked into bed soon. It's a school day tomorrow." 

Paige stuck out her tongue at me.

That night Paige and I went to bed early. We kissed and cuddled for several minutes. Most of our sexual encounters up until now had been animalistic and lust filled. This time it was slow and sensuous.

I licked and nibbled at every inch of her body. When I was moving up her legs she asked for me to lick at the back of her knees. Apparently, she still had my long past encounter with Reba on her mind at some level. She enjoyed it for a few minutes but then seemed to grow bored, so I moved on towards her sex. I teased her labia and avoided her clit. She kept moving and telling to knock it off and get to the point. I was enjoying torturing her too much to give in to her wishes. After another minute of not stimulating her clit, she gave out a frustrated growl and started fingering it herself.

I sat up to watch her masturbate, but she yelled at me, "Get back in there you bastard. Don't leave me hanging like this." 

I smiled at her violent style of wantonness, it was an odd combination, but obeyed her wishes. It turns out it is a little hard to give cunnilingus while you are smiling like an idiot. I gave her my best effort at stimulating her like she wanted. When she climaxed I kept going and she begged me to stop. 

"Go, stop, you sure are confusing." I teased her. The glare she gave me was painful. I moved up between her thighs and started to ease my member into her very tight womb. We ground together slowly. 

I rolled her on top of me and watched her tiny body writhe on my pelvis. I filled my hands with her boobs and tweaked her nipples. She ground herself to another orgasm before I reached mine. After we both finished, she laid on me. We kissed lightly. 

"As soon as school lets out I want you to move in for good." I told her.

She smiled, "Okay, but we need to talk about a few other things too. There's my graduation party you are throwing and about college."

I thought about her leaving for college. That would be unbearable. Things to be dealt with later... We fell asleep together.

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Seducing the Neighbor Girl Ch. 05



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Chapter 5 -- Leading up to the Grad Party

Paige asked me if she could use my house for her graduation party. I pretended as though it was a big deal and I was reluctant. In a fake stern voice, I reminded her, "I told you this wasn't a place for your friends to hang out." 

Paige played along with my act in her sexy way. She dramatically offered, "What will I do? I really want that party. I would do 'anything' to be able to have it here and use the pool." 

"You are asking for a lot you know." I brushed the side of her face with my fingers. "But if you'll do 'anything', I have a few ideas on how you can convince me..."

Her mocked shock was over the top. Her eyes were large, she placed her open hand in front of her mouth that had formed an 'O'. "Not that. I couldn't!"

"Then no party." I tried to play it cool, but I could not help from smiling. 

"Mr. D, you are a monster! What do you want with me?" She had morphed her character into a southern belle. 

"Take off your shirt and show me your boobs."

"Never!"

"Fine, no pool party."

She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, but held it closed.

"Show them to me now." I demanded. 

She opened her shirt she was wearing a red lace bra that added some extra padding and boosting of her flesh. It made her smallish orange sized boobs look like perky cantaloupe sized melons with lots of cleavage. Originally, I had planned to make her remove her bra, but now I wanted to see her in it a bit longer. 

I slid my hand inside her bra and felt her nipple. She lightly slapped my hand away. "I never." She gasped at me in her fake southern accent. 

"For that you have to remove your pants."

"No!"

"Take your stuff and go. Find somewhere else for your party."

"Okay I'll do it. You won't tell anyone will you? I have my reputation, you know." 

"Our secret." I promised. She shimmied out of her pants. She had matching red lace panties on. Dripping wet red lace panties. I had never seen her this wet before. Not without having touched her. 

Paige didn't own any normal underwear. I had once asked her why all of hers was so sexy. Her response was "Why eat hamburger when you can have steak. Don't you want steak?" Yes, I did. On Paige it was more like prime rib though. I feasted my eyes on her now. She played shy, hiding behind her hands. 

It was difficult not to jump her bones on the spot. Luckily, I wanted to play this fantasy out. 

I commanded Paige, "Put your arms at your sides." she was blushing and breathing hard. She was really getting into character. 

I leaned in and kissed and licked at the exposed portions of her boobs. I slid one hand into the back of her panties and groped her ass. 

"Oh, you brute! Please stop." However, her hand was on the back of my head pinning my face in place. I enjoyed her flesh for a couple minutes before I stopped. She looked disappointed between her heavy breaths. 

"On your knees." I commanded her.

She kneeled in front of me looking up innocently. "What are you going to do with me?"

"Take it out"

"Take what out?"

"Open my pants and take my cock out you little slut."

"I'm not a slut." She said in a very straight voice. This was a real response not part of the act. I had not talked to her like this before. I guess I struck a nerve.

"I won't tell you twice. If you keep resisting I will tell everyone how you stripped for me and there will be no party."

She returned to the southern belle act and said "Oh Mr. D, please don't tell anyone. I'll do whatever you say. I'm just so scared of what you are doing to me and the way you are making me feel." She pulled my pants and boxers down and I stepped out of them. 

"Go on, kiss it."

"You are sick." She informed me, but she stood on her knees and kissed the end of my dick. She lifted it with her hand and licked the underside. She licked all parts of it. I think she was forgetting our game and getting caught up in the moment. I was not complaining. 

"Now suck on it."

"You are so dirty." She went to work. I loved her style. The way she was alternating between moving her hand and moving her mouth. I noticed she had a hand down the front of her panties rubbing herself. She even deep throated me a little. She would take breaks time to time bathing my member in kisses and licks. She was becoming a master at pleasing me. Truth be told, we were both getting good at knowing each other's bodies. She quickly got me to the point of bursting. I didn't warn her I just grunted and put a hand on the back of her head. As I cum she swallowed without reservation. 

I after I was spent she inquired, "So, do I get my party now?" 

"Not quite yet."

She smiled. "I did what you said, you are so unfair you bad man."

I had her remove her drenched underwear and sit on the dining table. I sat in a chair with my face between her thighs. I licked at her for many minutes.

She vocally protested, "Stop, why are you doing this to me?" All the while, her hands were pulling my face into her. Her actions clearly stated don't you dare stop. I worked two fingers into her and probed for her g-spot. After caressing her insides for a few minutes her body bucked as she came. I slid her off the table and onto my hardness. I entered inside of her slowly.

"You are insatiable." She declared. I let her ride me at her own pace while I massaged her butt cheeks. She moaned, "Oh Mr. D, you are an animal." I kissed her as she humped up and down trying to get me to cum again. When she finally succeeded, we sat for a few minutes before she asked, "Do I get my party now?"

"I'm coming around to the idea. Maybe after five or six sessions like this I will agree." I suggested.

"Then I think we should make it an even dozen times just to make sure you are fully on board." She countered. "I'm going to start planning the party now just in case you say yes." 

"Sounds good." I paused. "Sorry about calling you a slut."

"It's okay this time because you were just playing the part. Please don't do it again though. I don't mind being submissive to you or being treated rough, but I don't like being degraded ever. Let's forget it happened."

The doorbell rang. Paige let me up and I put my pants on. The doorbell rang again before I got there to see who it was. I looked through the peephole. "It's Lauren." I told Paige. 

Paige squealed and ran towards our bedroom. Yes, I said 'our' bedroom. Paige wasn't waiting until after she graduated before moving in as I had suggested. She usually got her way I noticed. When she was safely out of the room, I opened the door. 

"Is Paige here?" Lauren asked.

"Sure, she should be out in a sec."

"Should I come back in an hour? Give you some time to finish up whatever I interrupted?" she grinned. "I heard her yelp a second ago."

"No. Your timing is perfect. Come in."

We sat on the sofa and Lauren let me know, "I'm glad Paige found you. You are perfect for her."

"She is wonderful for me too." I agreed.

"I don't mean like that. You know she's the biggest nerd in our school, right. She only gets away with it because she is also the prettiest girl in school." I listened without speaking. "No other guy could understand her for who she is. She had a frustrating time meeting guys in high school. And that one guy who she did let in... What an asshole. He just used her for her body a few times. He was too dumb to realize how great she really is." I didn't really want to know her history. It wouldn't lead to anything beyond jealous feelings. "You know how to make her feel special. You appreciate her brains as well as her body."

"I like them both." I admitted.

Paige returned wearing a new shirt. "What are you two talking about?" she asked.

"You," Lauren responded. 

"That's what I'm afraid of. What did you tell him?"

"Actually, I was trying to convince him that he's too good for you and he should run off with me. I'll show him what a real woman is like."

"Well, you don't have too far to run. You are already in his house. The bedroom is that way if you can fit your 'real woman' ass through the door." Paige pointed with her thumb over her shoulder. 

After showing Paige her middle finger, Lauren inquired, "Did he agree to the party?"

"Almost. I was working him over when you showed up. I think he was about to break."

"Uh huh. I'm sure you were 'working him over'. Is that why your shirt is on inside out?"

Paige looked down and blushed. To my surprise, she pulled the shirt over her head and stood there in the same red bra she had been in earlier while she fixed the shirt. 

Lauren called out, "Damn, you're going to put someone's eye out with those things. Where did you buy those tits?"

"They came with the bra." Paige confessed.

"I bet Paul likes them. Don't you?"

"They are very nice." I said flatly.

Paige put her shirt back on the right way. "The show's over you two."

I left Paige and Lauren to their party planning.

***

Paige and I were going to meet up with a bunch of my friends at Baker's (the place my friends go to meet college girls). We invited Lauren to come with us. She seemed a little reluctant at first, but I was cutting into her friend time heavily, so this would be a rare time for her to go out with Paige.

When we got there, I introduced her to 'the guys'. She was quiet and shy for a little while. Paige was entertaining everyone as usual. At some point, I heard Lauren laughing so I looked over. She was talking to my friend Rory. Rory is the youngest of my buddies. He is only 21, almost perfect for an 18 year old girl. He is tall, six foot two, with dark brooding features. Girls usually thought he was cute, but he was dorky like all of my friends. He had no game for meeting girls. I think Lauren was trying to work him out of his shell. She contrasted his look nicely. She was five foot six girl with red hair and flawless, smooth light colored skin.

I eavesdropped to hear what she was laughing at. He was using a joking manner, trying to convince her he was a firefighter, but only between missions as a fighter pilot, and that was while he was not on loan to NASA.

"Where do you find the time?" she asked.

"I have had a lot of free time on my hands since I was appointed ambassador to Tahiti." He claimed.

Lucky for him she was playing along and encouraging his ridiculous behavior. I wondered to myself, when he tells her the truth, will she be impressed. He was a successful small business owner. In reality, he could take her to Tahiti if she wanted.

I elbowed Paige and motioned to them. She looked a little curious and shrugged. I looked around and realized that the other girls in the bar were showing some interest in my friends. Normally the looking was a one way thing. Tonight they were looking back. It could only be the presence of Lauren and Paige. I didn't understand. I hoped a few of my friends could convert this to their favor. Probably not, but why not hope.

Later Lauren cornered me away from everyone else, "Paul, make sure Rory comes to the party." 

"I think it would make him happy if you asked." I indicated.

"Just make sure he's there." 

"Okay." I was sure Ambassador Rory would make time for her between missions.

***

On the drive home, Paige teased Lauren about her interest in Rory.

"Who says I'm interested?" Lauren said defensively. "I was being nice to Paul's friends."

"Yes, you were very nice. Did you make plans to meet up with him and continue being nice."

"No, he didn't ask." She sounded dejected.

I tried to smooth things over for her, and Rory too, "You're the prettiest girl he has ever talked to. I am certain he will find a way to ask you out." If he wasn't scared to death of her. She was the hottest girl to ever show interest in him. He had to be freaking out a little. He probably had no idea what to do next.

"Yeah, he's going to ask." Paige confirmed. Then to me, "So, you think Lauren is pretty, huh?" 

Damn her jealous streak. "Knock it off." I told her. "I could invite him over for an evening of video gaming. He and Lauren could be a team against us."

"Lauren sucks at games; she is worse than you." Paige said.

"Hey!" Lauren and I protested in unison.

"Well, Rory is really good. I'm sure He wouldn't mind helping Lauren out." I said

"Then we should do it. I am tired of whooping your ass. It would be nice to have some competition, fresh meat." She did win more than not, but I didn't think I was that bad. My feelings were a little hurt. Paige noticed she had bruised my ego. "You know how to dominate me in all the important ways though." She patted my arm.

"Oh god, you guys are so sappy. I think I'm going to hurl." Lauren intoned.

"Go on, hurl." Paige said as she leaned over and kissed me.

***

I planned for the four of us to hang out at my house. When I told Rory that Lauren would be coming over, he didn't need any further details, he only wanted to know when to be there. 

The evening of the event Lauren showed up a few hours early with a large bag of clothes. Paige kicked me out of our bedroom so that they could get ready. Luckily, my getting ready consisted of making sure I was dressed and my hair wasn't standing up. The last thing I needed to do before Rory showed up was make sure the food was set. (I was teaching Paige to cook. She was coming along but had a long way to go.) I threw a roast in the oven, so that it would ready at the appropriate time and set out some appetizers. 

Rory was ten minutes early. He looked nervous as hell in his button down short sleeve shirt and dark blue jeans. "I had no idea what to wear." He admitted as we went to sit on the sofa.

"You look fine. She and Paige are getting ready."

"She's here already?" He looked around. 

"Yeah she came over early to get ready. I haven't seen them in two hours. It may be a little longer still. You know how girls can be." 

Rory was about to say something, but was interrupted by Paige. "Paul, is Rory here?"

I didn't answer because everything that came to mind was some smart ass comment about that fact she was looking at him when she asked. Normally, I would not let an opportunity like this to tease her pass but now did not seem like the right time. Besides, I could tell she knew what I was thinking and I was getting 'that look'. Paige looked beautiful. She was wearing a flimsy summer dress with her hair pinned back in that pixie look I liked so much. One thing I always liked about Paige's look was her lack of makeup. Even though she was, she never looked like she was wearing any.

Lauren walked out to. She was wearing a simple short sleeve button up blouse and knee length skirt. She and Rory had somehow matched their outfits. It looked planned. 

After everyone said his or her uncomfortable hellos to each other, we went to lounge in the rec room. We nibbled on food and started to play the game. It was an odd date format. Ultra-violent video games being played by two nerds and two hot girls. The girls seemed into it though. Let's face it; the game was simply a pretence for Lauren to seduce Rory. 

I think Rory would have been mopping the floor with Paige and me, but Lauren was rather unskilled at the game and Rory was rather distracted. Lauren was sitting next to him. Right next to him. Any closer and she would have been in his lap. I was not getting the same attention, Paige was totally engaged in trying to win.

At some point, we were out of food and drinks, and Lauren looked like she was starting to feel neglected. I suggested we take a short break. I motioned to Paige we should leave Lauren and Rory alone for a few minutes. 

When we returned to the room, Lauren had Rory lip locked in a long kiss. They were devouring each other's mouths.

I tried to drag Paige away to let them have some privacy. Instead, she got an evil smile and walked straight into the room. "Does anyone want to eat some dinner?" Lauren and Rory broke apart as if she had thrown cold water on them.

I gave Paige a stern look. She replied, "What? They looked hungry to me."

When it came time to leave after dinner Lauren walked Rory to his car. She was gone for almost an hour. 

Paige had tried to go out and look several times but I kept her in the house. On her third attempt to go snooping, I sat down on the sofa with her trapped in my arms. She struggled to get away like a mad woman. I kissed her and she kissed me back but still tried to escape. I played with her butt and she moaned into my mouth but stilled squirmed to get free. 

"I can't leave you two alone for two seconds can I?" Lauren interrupted. 

I let go of Paige but she stayed put on my lap and rested her head on my shoulder since there was no reason to get away anymore. I was looking at Lauren and could see her shirt was done up one button off. I was impressed that Rory had gotten to second base. 

"How did it go?" Paige asked Lauren without looking at her. 

"Okay. He was showing me his car. It's nice." He drove an Acura TL. 

Paige wondered, "For an hour? Did you get lost in the back seat or something."

"Paul, can Rory really remember my phone number if I only told it to him once and he didn't write it down?"

"If he puts his mind to it, yes."

"Okay. I wasn't sure. I thought maybe he was brushing me off when he said he didn't need to write it down."

"You don't need to worry." I assured her. 

"I hope I'm not too dumb for him." She actually looked worried.

Still comatose in my lap, Paige said, "Oh don't worry, you are. I don't think he minds though." I spanked Paige's butt and she yelped. She also nipped at my neck with her lips. I wondered if there was something here for later.

"Thank you for keeping your brat girlfriend inside the house." Lauren said to me. 

"No problem." I replied.

"He'll pay later." Paige promised. 

***

Later while I was showering before bed, Paige joined me. She pushed me against the wall and kissed me. She grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to my knees then pulled my face into her mound. It seemed like she was having fun commanding my actions. After I made her cum, she kissed me and left the shower. It seemed Paige was playing some game of teasing. I guess this was the payback she promised earlier. 

When I got to bed laid provocatively looking at me. She was trying to make me frustrated.

"I know what you are doing. Are you having fun?"

She used a saucy voice, "I win when you lose control and take me."

"You'll beg first." I promised.

She leaned forward and swallowed my dick deep down her throat. She swallowed all the way down to the base. This was only the second time she got the whole thing in her mouth. She fucked me with her mouth just until I was about to cum and she stopped. 

"That's what I was looking for." She stated. I was frustrated but I wasn't going to let her have her victory by admitting it.

She moved up and straddled my face. She lowered her pussy onto my mouth. I figured two could play at this game. I was going to get her to the brink and stop. As soon as I got into eating her out, she pulled away. I tried to maintain contact but she wouldn't let me. Then she sat back on my mouth. She repeated this three times. The bitch. I was getting really frustrated. I started to growl at her. She giggled in response.

She reached back and stroked my member a few times. I tweaked her nipples. She thrust out her breasts for me, so I let go. Paige whimpered at the loss of stimulation.

Paige slid down my body until her pussy was stroking my cock back and forth. I played with her butt cheeks and nibbled at her ear lobe. When she started to pant heavily, I took my hands and mouth away.

Her pussy felt great on my cock. She was getting close to making me cum. She rolled off of me onto her back and pretended to be going to sleep. I licked her nipples and stuck a finger in her very wet slit. 




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She was getting close to cumming so I pulled away. She got up on her hands and knees and faced her ass towards me. She started to masturbate, this was not fair. Her ass is irresistible. I kneel behind her and masturbated too, rubbing the tip of my cock against the opening of her sex. 

"Ask me for it." I dared her.

"When you can't resist anymore you will lose." She reminded me.

I slid my dick across her clit, sawing back and forth while I reached under her and played with her nipples. We were both getting very hot. I sat up and looked down at her perfect rear. On an impulse, I spanked one ass cheek. Not too hard just enough to make a nice slapping sound

"Ohhhhh!" She squirmed. Her hand clamped my dick against her clit. I spanked her again a little harder. "Yeah!" She grabbed my dick and rubbed it against her opening. I think she was trying to get me to push in so I would lose our game. 

I spanked again. Even harder. "Ahhh!" In the jostling the head of my dick slipped in. We both froze. Our competitive sides wanted to know who was going to cause our union. I caressed her red skin. Rubbing lightly, causing her to wiggle around. "Just lose already!" She yelled.

"That counts as begging." I said. I put pressure on her clit with my fingers.

"No, it doesn't. You lost when you put the head in." 

"You were holding it when it went in." I accused. I put my hands around her tiny waist. "When you lose and ask for it I'm going to use you harder than ever before." 

She groaned. "You will break first so get on with it, please."

"You're begging again."

"No I'm not." We were stalemated.

"Fine, let's stop." I started to pull out.

"Asshole." She fired off at me.

The curse caused me to react by shoving all the way in. "Aye!" She screamed. I guess I lost, so started to pound at her from behind. As promised, I used her hard. She screamed with pleasure to every thrust.

I stopped and asked, "Do you want more?" 

"Don't stop!" She begged.

I pounded again until I came. 

"I won." She declared.

"I think there was too much begging on your part for you to declare a concise victory."

"Nope, you lost control, I won."

"But, I always give into my lust with you."

"That's why I always win. I like the way it feels when you lose."

"Does there need to be a winner?" I did not mind losing too much.

"I don't know. This was fun anyway. I need to drive you wild every time. If I don't, I feel I failed at my job of being your woman." 

As we laid in the afterglow of our sex, Paige felt the need to talk about want we had done. "Paul, about the spanking."

"That was a first for me."

"Me too." she rubbed my chest. "I loved it..." She left the sentence hanging so it sounded like there was a 'but' coming next. 

"Okay, but?" I prompted.

"Let's not do it too often. We can save it for special occasions."

"Like your birthday and Christmas, or when your being extra naughty."

"Yeah." Then after a pause, "Next time you can do it harder. Don't be afraid of breaking me. If you had spanked harder, I would have been begging for real. I was really close to surrendering."

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Seducing the Neighbor Girl Ch. 06



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Chapter 6 -- Graduation Day

The morning of Paige's graduation day she put on the black dress and underwear she had worn the first night we slept with each other. "I'm thinking about going commando." she told me. 

"What's that?" I asked.

"You know, no underwear."

"I always called it freeballing."

Paige laughed. "I don't think I could call it that."

"I suppose not."

A few minutes later, she looked almost ready to leave. "I have a better idea. Quick, get your pants off." I had no idea where this was going but I liked the direction. I took my pants off. "Sit on the sofa." she commanded. 

She kneeled in front of me and sucked me to full hardness. She climbed on to my lap and lifted her dress. She was commando. Paige lowered her freshly shaved pussy over my cock until I was all the way in. She instructed me, "We don't have a lot of time so don't worry about me. Just cum as quickly as you can."

I played with her ass and tits and we kissed as she urgently bounced on me. It took about five minutes to cum. Paige came too. "That was great." she said a little flushed looking. "Now, I can sit through the ceremony with your cum dripping into my panties." she smiled. 

After she put her underwear on and was ready to go she inquired, "Can you go one more round? I want to taste you on my mouth while I'm speaking."

"You are insatiable."

"I know, but this is too naughty to pass up. I want to have you in my mouth and knickers while I'm up there." she got on her knees in front of me and had my dick out. "Be as quick as you can. We need leave."

She blew me hard. She was fucking me with her mouth. She looked great on her knees in her dress. It reminded me of when she sucked me off before our first night of sex.

"I cumming," I warned her. Paige pulled back so that only the tip was in her mouth. She looked in my eyes while she coaxed cum onto her tongue. The eye contact was amazing. It was as if our souls were connecting at that moment. When I was done, she dropped my cock and swished the cum around her mouth before swallowing, then she licked me clean. 

There was a knock at the door. Paige answered while I fixed my pants. It was her mom. "You two need to stop messing around so we can get going." she told Paige. Did she know what we were doing? "Paul, are you coming?" She had to be screwing with us, but I wasn't sure. Maybe it was my imagination. 

***

Her dad drove the four of us to graduation. Paige and I sat in the back together holding hands. Her mom looked at our hands and smiled at us. She reached across and held 'Dads' hand. 

Paige whispered in my ear, "My knickers are really squishy." She kissed my cheek. "Thanks."

We parted at the high school parking lot. She ran off to some staging area, the rest of us went to the stands. The ceremony was being held in the high school football stadium. I sat next to Doreen (Paige's mom) while we waited. Doreen looked great. She was an image of what Paige may look like in twenty years. She was beautiful and petite just like Paige and looked closer to 30 than the 40 she was. To be fair, I should be saying Paige was beautiful just like her mom. She talked to me about my work, where I went to school, my parents. When I told her they had both passed away, she said she was sorry and dropped talking about me. She switched to talking about Paige, safer territory. 

I noticed when she talked about Paige and I she kept using double entendres. It was too often to be accidental and she had a mischievous glint in her eyes. At first, I didn't know what to make of it, but then I started to guess she was intentionally trying to make me squirm in discomfort. She was playing a game to pass the time. I couldn't decide if she was evil or fun. Maybe both. It looked like she and Paige shared that trait too, liking to cause awkward moments for their loved ones. I was doing okay so she shifted the conversation to her and her husband Craig. 

"I miss having Paige in the house, but it is nice having the house to ourselves too. Not having to worry about what we do where. It's like we're newlyweds again." Okay, this conversation was getting uncomfortable and I had nowhere to run. I was trapped by Paige's mom. She seemed delighted she finally had my skin crawling, but she didn't stop. She had to push just one more step. "In fact, I enjoyed our new freedom just this morning." She wiggled her bottom on the bench. I had the distinct feeling Paige wasn't the only woman in her family who was sitting through the ceremony in 'squishy knickers'.

I was contemplating whether I could survive a leap from the stands when graduation finally started. I silently thanked God. Paige came out looking beautiful in her gown. As she passed by, she blew me a kiss. During the ceremony, I was stunned when I realized she was the valedictorian. 

"She wanted it to be a surprise."

"She never mentioned it."

"But you must have seen her writing the speech."

"I guess so. I thought she was doing homework." I thought about her saying she wanted to taste me while she was speaking. It was coming together.

Paige's speech was themed on not forgetting to enjoy the 'little things' along the path of life. She threw in a line about always remembering to "love your neighbor". I heard some of her friends in the class laugh and hoot at the line. I think I heard Lauren shout, "You go girl."

Doreen nudged me with her shoulder and said, "She's talking about you." As though I needed help figuring it out. I heard Paige's dad Craig laughing at the line too. 

At the end of the speech, Paige blew me another kiss before returning to her seat. Doreen nudged me again.

After the graduation, we mingled and took pictures with the other grads before heading back to my house for the grad party. Of course, Paige got her party. I would have never said no, but I let her 'earn' the party anyway. We had her family, friends, and their families over. Everyone was having a good time.

30 minutes after we started the party, Rory showed up. He aroused the interest of several of the girls but Lauren was on him instantly. She dragged him off by the hand to meet her parents. The other girl's eyes followed him with a look of envy. Paige's friend Ashley, a tall slender blond, actually came over and asked if I had invited someone for her to meet. I had not invited my friends. I didn't think that the 'Beauty and the Geek' fairytale was going to work for them all.

"It seems like my friends are looking to find a diamond in the rough to polish up, like I did." Paige said to me.

"You polished me up?" I asked.

"It's a work in progress." She brushed at my shoulder like there was something on it. "Don't worry, I'm not going to polish you too much. You know I like it when you're rough with me."

"Paige did you really cook this? It's delicious." said Paige's mom Doreen. She was standing just behind Paige holding an egg roll. She must have heard what Paige said. Paige turned red, muttered something about checking the oven, and ran away. "Craig said you were teaching her to cook." Doreen said to me. 

"Yeah, she's getting the hang of it." I responded. Doreen had changed into a loose summer dress with a one piece bathing suit on under it. Her shoulder length brown hair had an amber sheen to it in the sun. She was smiling brightly in amusement for having just embarrassed Paige. She was back to playing her game. I least I wasn't the target yet. 

"I was never good for anything around the kitchen." Doreen confessed. I was guessing she must be good around some other room to keep a happy marriage. She changed the topic to what she really wanted to discuss with me. "Have you talked to Paige about college?"

"No." I had not broached the topic. Honestly, it scared me. I was not going to let Paige get away, but I would not prevent her from going to school either. It was a dilemma I didn't want to deal with.

"Please don't let it go too much longer. She needs to figure out what she will do. I figure her old plans are all trashed after meeting you." She saw me flinch at her use of the word 'trashed'. She quickly tried to assure me that she meant well. "Don't take me wrong, I'm glad she met you. I didn't think much of her heading off east to that women's college anyway." This was new information to me. I didn't think highly of it either. "We can conspire to keep her here. Not much of a conspiracy though. I've never seen her so happy. I don't think she'll move away from you."

"I hope not. I couldn't stand it."

"You two remind me of when Craig and I met. So in love, so dedicated to each other. By the way, Craig always liked you. He was just a little worried about Paige getting herself into trouble by jumping head first, too quickly into a relationship. They have that same pig-headed personality, so when he showed a little reluctance, she got her hackles up and neither would give an inch. Neither will ever admit they were both wrong. Had one of them been a little easier going, there would have been no fight about you at all." 

"She is a little stubborn." I agreed.

"Just pick your battles. Paige will make it worth your while." I suspected she was back her game of unsettling me. "I'm sure she already does." She kept eyeing me to see if she had made things uncomfortable yet. I was a little afraid of how far she would push this game if I didn't break. Would she start talking about grand kids next? Luckily, she let it go for now. "Can you get someone to go in the pool? I want to swim, but I don't want to be the first one to be flashing a bathing suit and getting wet." I immediately imagined her in her bathing suit. That did it; I was uncomfortable with the conversation. I decided to make a break for it. Doreen looked delighted she 'won' her game. This family was going to be interesting. 

"I'll see what I can do." I went to look for Paige. I saw Rory walking out of the house. I asked him how he was doing.

"Freaking out. Lauren introduced me to her parents. I've never had that happen before. She is a dream come true. A gorgeous dream come true. I keep waiting to wake up."

Lauren walked up from behind and held his hand. "I feel the same way handsome." she kissed him on the cheek. He looked a little sheepish having been overheard talking about her. "Let's go meet my friends now. I want to make them jealous."

Rory shrugged at me as she dragged him away. 

I found Paige in the kitchen. "I see you escaped my mom." She said as was shaking her head. "I would say she means well, but sometimes I'm not sure about that. How is Rory doing?"

"It looks like Lauren is having fun showing him off to your friends."

"I bet you a dollar they're married and she's knocked up before we are."

I was speechless. 

"What? You think we will beat them to it?"

Still speechless. 

She smiled. "We could challenge them to a race."

"You are too much. Let's just enjoy being in love for now. Then we can enjoy being married later, and then we can enjoy having kids and the rest."

"Is that a proposal?"

"We will talk later high school girl. Is it important to you that we get married right away? You know, we are going to do these things. Let's just let them happen at their own pace."

"I know. I don't really want to rush into marriage and kids. It's just too much fun messing with you." I wondered if she could see this was exactly what her mom liked to do. Mess with people.

I decided to change subjects, "Your mom wants to swim, but she wants someone else to go first."

"Dear god, just what I need, all my friend's dads gawking and walking around with hardons for my mom. Probably you too." I was too silent so Paige started make assumptions. "You want to see her half naked, don't you." 

"No." This was getting weird. Her mom was hot but I wasn't allowing myself to look at her that way.

Paige got a wicked smile, "Then you'll be pretending I'm her while we do it tonight."

"You have issues. Serious issues." I let her know.

"Yes I do." she started to giggle. "Do you want me to borrow some of her clothes?"

"Borrow some of your dads stuff while you're at it, so I can pretend I'm him doing her."

Paige was laughing. "That's so wrong."

"Paige, is there a reason why you are so crazy jealous all the time?"

"Did Lauren tell you something?"

"No." There was definitely something lying under the surface here. Albeit, not very far under the surface.

"I just love you so much. I'd die if you left me. Or if you cheated."

"I can't imagine loving anyone but you. I don't know what your last boyfriend did to you. Just know, I won't hurt you."

"Lauren told you something. What did she say?"

"Just that she was happy that you found someone that will treat you better than the last guy did."

Paige kissed me. "Sorry I'm such a basket case." 

I put my arms around her. "At least you're a cute basket case." I offered.

She moved away from me, smirked and said. "The next hardon you get better be because of me." She walked out into the backyard stripped down to her bikini. As the sun was setting outside, I watched her gorgeous ass sway over to where her mom was standing. "This is a perfect evening for a swim." She told her mom.

Her mom replied, "I hope it's not too cold."

"I made Paul raise the temperature of the pool so that we could swim at night." She looked at me and winked. 

I joined them in the pool. It wasn't long before everyone went in.

Paige kept brushing my cock with her hand or ass under the water. I think her mom pushed Paige into me a few times. She would laugh every time Paige teased me. At one point, when it was dark out, Paige had a hand down my pants holding my dick. I was going to explode. 

When we got out of the pool, I grabbed Paige and told her, "You need to wash the chlorine out of your hair now." I saw her mom flash me a knowing smile. 

We went to our master bathroom. I locked the door, turned on the shower, and shoved her in. Before she could turn I had my shorts off, I pulled the bikini to the side and was pushing my dick into her depths. She had to put her hands against the wall to keep from being rammed through it. I grabbed a tit in each hand through the bikini.

A short time later when I was ready to cum, I pulled out and forced her to her knees into facing me. I shot several extra large loads onto her chest. The first spurt went high and hit her in the mouth.

She smiled up at me with cum hanging off her chin and dripping down her bikini covered tits. "Wow! That was a lot. It kept coming and coming. I need to get my mom in a bathing suit more often."

"No, that was all because of you."

"Ahhh thanks. You say the sweetest things."

We both started to laugh. 

We cleaned up and rejoined the party.

I was looking around for Rory, I realized he and Lauren both seemed to be missing in action. I decided not to keep looking for them. Later when I did find him, he was in a daze. "Having fun?" I asked. 

"Huh?" he was usually sharper than this. "Oh, yeah."

"Where's Lauren?" 

"Washing up." I didn't want to know what or why she needed to wash. "She is something else. I'm not sure why she likes me but, wow, I'm glad she does."

Lauren walked up looking a bit bedazzled herself. She had that 'I-just-got-laid' look. She said to him, "Hey Ambassador, my parents are going home now, can you give me a lift later." 

"Of course honey." Honey? I suspected Paige was right about the married and knocked up thing. 

"You know, I haven't been to your place yet." she said to him. He raised his eyebrows. Paige was definitely right. 

I said, "Well, I'll catch up with you later." I left them together.

After Paige's parents said goodbye I was glancing at them as they walked away. Just before they were out of sight, I saw her dad smack her mom's ass playfully. She jumped a bit then grabbed his hand and urgently dragged him home. 

All of the parents and girls with boyfriends went home, the single girls stayed a little longer. The girls mostly talked about school related things and boys. I went inside to watch TV and leave them alone. 

***

Later at bedtime, Paige told me, "Since I am living with you now, my friends will be hanging out at your house. They are already planning a slumber party." 

"Really?" The image of scantily clad ladies having a pillow fight entered my mind.

"No. We are a little old for that."

"Thank goodness." The image was still in my head.

"There will be some late nights though. Will your friends be hanging around?"

"Guys don't do that as much. We usually go out and besides they all live in the city. But if your friends are always here, they may start looking for excuses to stop by."

"We want to enjoy out last summer together before we head off to college."

"About college. Where are you going?"

"I'm not ready to talk about it now. I'm figuring it out still."

"Okay. We need to talk soon though." I looked and sounded concerned. 

"Let me brighten your spirits. Tonight you deserve something special for putting on my party. I'll let you pretend I'm my mom if that does it for you." She leaned down and sucked on my dick for a moment then said, "I think her tits are bigger. Do you like her ass? You like nice asses, right. She has a cute one." 

"Please stop talking about her. I want to fool around with my woman. I want my hot little 18 year old."

She looked at me doe eyed, "Will you teach me how to love?"

"God yes." I couldn't think of anything I'd rather do. 

She switched fantasies, "Do you want me to earn that 'A' in math. I'm sorry I missed the test. I will do 'anything' to make up the grade."

"That's good too." I liked the idea of teacher-student role playing too.

However, she switched again, "I put the kids to bed Mr. D, do you need my babysitting skills for anything else."

Pretending to bang the babysitter could be fun, "Let's save that for later."

"Name your fantasy. Naughty secretary, mistress, desperate fashion model, casting couch, sexy neighbor high school girl... I will do anything for you."

"Tonight I want to make you into a real woman, teach you to love." 

She changed her persona to an innocent girl with a shy voice, "Okay, but you need to be gentle, it's my first time."

I rolled her onto her back.

"Is it going to hurt?" She asked in a timid way.

"I promise you'll like it."

I nibbled, licked, and kissed at her mouth, then her jaw and neck. I moved my mouth to her fingers and slowly nibbled my way up to her shoulder before moving to her other arm. I planned on kissing, licking, or nibbling every inch of her body. I spent several minutes on each arm. Paige continuously made appreciative "mmmm" sounds. 

After bathing her arms in affection, I moved to her feet. I gave attention to her right leg as I worked my way from her toes to her hip. I switched legs and repeated the process. When I got back to her hip, I noticed that fluid was flowing freely from her pussy. 

I gave the same nibbles and kisses to her shoulders and worked my way down to her stomach avoiding her nipples. When I reached the shaved area above her pussy, I gave the smooth skin a long lick. "ooooooooh", she sung out. 

I rolled her onto her stomach. I repeated the entire process starting at her ears and neck. She shuddered and squealed while I toy with her ears. I kissed and licked her shoulders, sides, and back. She was squirming around and moaning. 

When I got to her ass, I skipped over it and went back down to her toes. I gave the backs of her legs the same treatment I had given the front. She moaned and shook time to time. When I got to her ass, I kissed and licked every part of it. She ground her hips into the bed. I looked between her thighs. Her pussy was drooling into a huge puddle on the sheets. 




Seducing the Neighbor Girl Ch. 06



I rolled her back over so that I could kiss her mouth. I noticed that her face and chest were red and blotchy. She looked like she was caught up in a fevered delirium. She smiled at me with glassy eyes. When I kissed her, she went into frenzy. Her tongue was touching every part of my mouth. Her hands desperately groped my hair and shoulders. 

I moved away from her mouth. She dropped her arms limply above her head. She looked as though she was surrendering to the sensations I was providing. 

I suckled at one of her nipples. "Aye!" Her whole body convulsed. I suckled at the other and got a similar response. I trailed kisses down her stomach to her streaming vagina. I licked every part of her pussy neglecting to touch her clit. She was cumming long before I ever touched that hard little nub. 

I slid a finger inside her to put sudden pressure on her g-spot at the same I quickly licked her clit. She screamed at the top of her lungs came all over me. This was the closest thing a girl could do to a 'money shot'. 

She laid there panting and convulsing long after I stopped touching her. I wanted to kiss her but she held me away. "Give me a minute. That was too intense."

I laid next to her and she curled up in my arms. "I never thought I could cum from someone licking my neck or kissing my thigh, but you did it. I never stopped cumming." She felt the bed with her hand. "I think you ruined the sheets."

"I ruined the sheets?"

"Yeah you. I was only along for the ride. The wonderful ride."

"So, do I still get to teach you how to love?"

"I thought you just did. For real. It was a perfect lesson. The best graduation present ever. I'm sorry, I don't think I can handle any more stimulation." she looked at me thoughtfully. "I can try to give you the best blowjob of your life."

She kneeled on the bed and made me stand on the floor. "Are you ready to have your mind 'blown' away?"

I nodded. 

"Just use my mouth. Do whatever you want. Make me feel irresistible, like you can't help yourself."

"How is that different than usual?"

"After what you did for me just now, I want to give you everything I have to give. I want to bend to your every desire. No matter how base." she paused before whispering. "For tonight you can degrade me. Call me your slut."

She got on her hands and knees facing me while I stood next to the bed. She started to suck. Then pulled back, "Use me hard." she yelled. She went back down on me. I push my hips forward fucking her mouth. She pulled back again. "Tell me you own me. Call me names!" This time I filled her mouth without waiting for her. 

"You belong to me. Your mouth, your whole body belongs to me. You will always be mine." I couldn't bring myself to degrade her though. It didn't feel right. I did want her to be my woman though. We could never be apart. I pounded my dick into her face. "You aren't going away to college. I will never let you go." I shouted at her. I was getting close to cumming. "I love you too much." as I came I shouted at her. "You- are- mine."

I collapsed on the bed next to her. When I looked over, she was crying quietly. I quickly went to her side, "Did I hurt you?"

"No"

"Are you okay."

"Yes, I'm just a little emotional." She explained, "I thought when I told you to be raw with me, with your facade stripped away, you would be more animal, pure lust. Instead, your true unfiltered side was pure love."

"There was a lot of lust too." I assured her. 

"I was allowing you to be forceful, mean, and abusive. You were forceful, but you chose to force your love on me."

"I could never hurt you."

"No, but you finally reinforced where you think I belong."

"We need to talk about college."

"I can't leave you. But I screwed up the whole college deal." She looked at me. "I don't know what I'm going to do. I just know I can't leave now. I need to think. I need to figure it out."

***

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Seducing the Neighbor Girl Ch. 07



Before leaving for work, I brought up the college question. It had been a week since her graduation and Paige was still dodging the topic.

I wanted to know. "Paige, what is going on with your college decision?"

"Okay, the issue is, I only applied to out of state schools. They all accepted me, but now I don't want to go to any of them."

"What's wrong with the state college in town?" I had gone there.

"Nothing now, except I only submitted my application last month." she said. "I'm on the waiting list."

"Why did you only apply to far off schools?"

"I didn't know what I wanted out if life. I figured I would get out there and see what I could find, but I found you first. Now, I know what I want and it's not at some women's college in Connecticut. I screwed myself."

"What if State doesn't accept you?"

"I'll take the year off or go to a junior college and transfer." she looked like she was going to cry. "Why am I so dumb? I didn't allow for staying near home. My parents are going to say 'I told you so', because they did."

I put my arms around her. "We will figure this out. I'll see if I can pull a few strings and get you in. If not, the junior college idea isn't bad. You can still graduate from State, that's what counts. But, I want you start college this fall, no skipping years."

"What strings can you pull?"

"I only have one string we can pull, but it's a pretty good one."

"Really? What is it?"

"Your first lesson in the real world. Be nice to the secretary that works for the big guy. She actually runs things."

"Did you sleep with someone's secretary?" Paige asked. I started to laugh. "What's so funny?" Paige wanted to know.

"You'll see."

***

I had gone to the engineering college at the state university and had a friendship with the department head's secretary. She had helped me out while I was there. On Monday while I was at work, I called the office for the chair of the engineering college. Someone whose voice I didn't recognize answered. I asked "Is Helen there?" I prayed she was. 

There was a pause, "Hello?" It was her! 

"This is Paul Douglas, I was a-"

"I know who you are. Oh, by the way, thanks for the birthday present you sent. You didn't have to, you know. How have you been?"

"Good. I bought a house and met a girl."

"That's wonderful, sweetie. You need to bring her by."

"That's why I called. I want to send her to you. I need a favor."

"Okay?"

"She applied to school really late and is stuck on the waiting list to get in."

"Why did she do that?"

"She didn't know she was going to fall in love and want to stay in town."

"Ah, this is starting to come together. You can send her but I can't promise anything, I'm not a fairy godmother you know. Have her bring her transcript."

"After what you did for me, I think you really are my fairy godmother." 

"Oh stop it. You would have done the same thing if you were in my shoes." She referred to past favors she had done for me. I hoped she was right. I'd like to think I could be that big hearted.

We exchanged contact information then I called Paige and told her who to visit.

***

A couple of hours later Helen called me back. She started the conversation with, "She's adorable! I was wondering what kind of girl could have you so smitten."

"I think she's 'The One'." I let her know.

"I hope so. She's so sweet and so smart. I love her to death." Helen was absolutely gushing. I wonder what Paige had said.

"Can you help?" I asked.

"Maybe, with her records, maybe. I'll have to borrow some favors."

"I know you like to bend people to your will."

"I might be able to sneak her in with the engineering department admissions." she thought about it, "She wants major in Lit. Did you know that?"

"Yeah, I know she wants to major in Lit."

"You should know I can't get her in there, that major is always way too impacted. I'll try for general admissions, but if not she may have to pretend to love engineering for her first year."

"Okay, thanks. This means the world to me."

"You mean, 'she means the world to you'." Helen interpreted me well. "You need to stop by. It's been too long."

"I will. I should have you and your husband Fred over for dinner with Paige and me so that you can see the house."

"Sounds good. I'll be in touch about Paige"

***

Later when I got home from work, Paige jumped in my arms. "Do you think Helen can help?"

"If anyone can."

"You had me all worried about her being an old flame. She's 60 years old!"

I laughed at her. "It's not always about sex."

"What is it about with her then? She seems be closer to you than just the average student. Like, she really knows you, she really cares about you. Is she family or something? Or 'is' she an old flame, you sly dog?"

"She's almost family." I thought about how much I wanted to say right now. I had been tight lipped with the details of what happened when my parents passed away a couple years back. It wasn't something I liked to dwell on. They had a car accident a month before my graduation from college. Beyond working with my professors to get work deferred or outright excused while I went home for a few days, Helen had helped me coordinate the funeral. She sent out the death certificates for me and dealt with the lawyers and the insurance companies. She pretty much did everything. She even had the people I needed to see stop by the school office. 

I just had to make sure I graduated, as Helen had told me. She took care of everything else. She even counseled me to keep me on track with my life.

I decided that since I had already bought an engagement ring for Paige and was going to make her a permanent part of my life, I needed to bring her closer into my inner world, including my dreary past. Paige had treaded lightly when it came to my parents, knowing it was a sensitive area for me. I should come clean now. "She's the one who pulled me from class and told me my parents died."

"Oh" Paige lost her perpetually content and happy expression. She traded it for a look of pained loss. I felt bad for bringing her down. I told her the whole story of what happened and what Helen did for me. Paige cried. It was as if my loss was hers. I had dealt with it already, I had moved on, but she was dealing with it for the first time.

"That's how I inherited the money to buy this house," I told her, "and the renovation was like therapy. I kept busy building whenever I felt bad."

"You were building around the clock that first year. I had fun watching you." Paige kissed me. 

***

Later that night after dinner, Paige told me, "There's something we need to talk about." She had me sit on the sofa next to her.

"Okay." Oh man, what was coming now? I couldn't take any more drama today.

"This is critical to our relationship." She solemnly warned me.

I thought to myself, "Oh no, here comes the drama."

Paige paused. "I feel like a bum just hanging out while you are at work, so I decided to clean up the house."

"I'm not going to complain if you want to clean the house. If that's what you want to ask."

She ignored me and continued, "Well, I was cleaning up and I found something that I need you to explain." 

Oh shit. In my mind, I ran through a list of things I had that may need 'explaining'. Did I have any artifacts left over from old girlfriends? I didn't think so.

She reached behind the sofa and picked something up. When she showed it to me, I thought I was going to die of humiliation. It was a porno DVD; a compilation that featured petite girls and guys with big dicks. I hid my face behind my hands in shame.

"I've never watched one of these before. I wanted to watch but I figured I should wait for someone who has more experience to act as my guide. Based on the collection, it seemed like you probably have the required experience with these."

"Dear god." I said. She was torturing me.

"If this isn't a good DVD there were several others to choose from."

"I know there are more." I never felt this embarrassed in my life.

"Let's get started then." She picked up the remote and played the movie. As the scene opened, Paige slouched on the sofa with her knees wide apart. She lifted her dress and exposed her crotch. She was not wearing underwear. She was 'commando'. Paige started to rub her clit with her fingers. It looked like she had planned this whole situation out. "This is what we are supposed to be doing right. You bought these to masturbate to, didn't you?"

The humiliation was horrendous. "Paige, you're killing me." I begged.

"I really do want to watch with you. I don't want to do this alone, get your thing out. It's not going to stroke itself." Paige returned her attention to the TV. The girl had progressed to giving the guy head. She was swallowing most of the guy's huge cock. Paige commented, "How is she doing that? It doesn't look possible." We watched a few minutes more. "I think I see how she is doing it now. You should have shown this to me before I deep throated you; it's very instructional. It would have helped to see this first."

Was she being serious or was this an elaborate punishment for being caught with a porn stash?

Paige took on a stern voice, "Get your pants off now. I want to do this together. I'm serious."

I stood up and took off my pants. I sat down and watched the TV. A minute later Paige slapped my arm with the back of her hand. When I looked over, she pumped her fist up and down in the air doing the international jack-off hand gesture. I started to stroke. I glanced over and she was fingering herself. At least we were doing this together. Maybe she was serious about wanting to explore porn as a couple. I never imagined a girl watching this stuff let alone masturbating to it. The guy onscreen started to ream the tiny porn starlet.

"So, do you just sit and watch them have sex?"

"I usually fast forward to the parts I want to see and skip over anything else." I admitted.

"Do you think she's pretty?"

"A little, I'm not into the fake boobs though."

"What are you into? Show me the parts you always watch."

I let out a heavy sigh and took the remote control away from her. I flipped forward through several scenes until I found the one I wanted. I let it play and did not talk. It was a scene with a gorgeous flat-chested blond with a tiny body dressed like a schoolgirl and an older man posing as a teacher.

Paige studied the screen quietly, as the scene unfolded in a very predictable way. The blonde had been caught cheating on a test and offered a blowjob to get out of trouble. There was a little spanking, then some sucking, and then the girl started to ride the teacher.

After watching her ride for two minutes, Paige had a sudden revelation and said, "Oh my god! She looks a lot like me when I had blonde hair."

"Yes." I confessed.

"You bought this DVD because you thought she looked like me?" Paige looked shocked.

"Yes." What would she think, how was she going to react?

She sat in stunned silence for a moment then said, "I was right next door, you idiot! You could have had the real thing. I was humping my pillow to thoughts of you every night and you were here wasting your time watching this! Instead of... you know... doing it for real." She sounded a mad, but not for the reasons I feared.

She didn't say anything for a little while. Paige just watched TV and masturbated. She watched me as I stroked myself too.

When the 'pretend-Paige' on scene bent over the desk and started to have her pussy pounded hard from behind, Paige said. "God this is a hot fuck. You've done most of these things to me. That's just like the time on the dining room table. I think she is enjoying that. It felt really good for me." Real world Paige fingered her pussy vigorously now. I was stroking fast. She said to me, "Tell me before you come, I want to watch you shoot off."

"You will see just fine." I promised.

When I was ready to cum I moved over to the Paige and aimed at her crotch. She took her hand a way and watched me intently. I sprayed her pubic area with cum. Lots of it. It looked like she had frosting for pubic hair. She started to rub herself again through the sticky mess.

She asked me, "Skip the end of the scene to watch this guy shoot off." She rubbed hard as she watched the pretend Paige on screen take a huge load on the face. I noticed she Paige quivered a little bit. 

We sat and watched the porn girl wipe his cum into her mouth and eat it. When it was done, Paige said, "I want to try that sometime." I thought it was a good idea. "Let's do this whole scene. We can have it playing while we do."

"You didn't orgasm." I pointed out. 

"Yes I did. I can't make myself explode the way you do but I give myself little ones." 

***

The next day at work, Helen called me. "I got her in."

"You did? Great! That was fast. I owe you big time."

"No, it was not that hard. Do you remember Professor Cringle?"

"Of course." He was one of the professors who had helped me stay up on my work while I dealt with my loss.

"He's the department head now. I told him about you and your little lucky bride-to-be and her predicament."

"You know, she's not my finance yet." I was pretty sure I had not said anything to Helen about proposing to Paige.

"Yeah, I figured it wasn't too much of a lie since you are going to ask soon."

"I never told you I was going to ask." I was really sure.

"I know you too well. I bet you have a ring and everything."

"Yeah." I admitted lamely. Was I this predictable? "Did you have to sneak her in? Is she a pretend engineer?" I asked

"No, he walked her application through himself. She's accepted as a normal student."

"Fantastic! Did you tell her yet?"

"No. I think you should be the one. I do wish I could see her face though. I want to come to the wedding."

"Of course you are coming. You are a fairy godmother for both of us now." 

She laughed and said goodbye.

***

I came home from work to find Paige cooking dinner. She was wearing a volleyball uniform. A real women's volleyball uniform, not just something faked together. It had a white polo style shirt with a number on the back, a navy blue pair of those tiny volleyball shorts, and she even had on the kneepads. Everything looked well used. "What are you doing?" I wondered.

"Making dinner. I'm so excited. It's my first big meal on my own. I found a recipe online. I even went to the grocery store on my own."

"Like that?" I said pointing towards the too small shorts.

"Huh?" she looked where I was pointing. "Oh yeah, I was dress like this." She smiled and spun her back to me so I could admire her perfect ass. She wiggled it for me before turning back to the food on the stove.

"Why?" I thought about all of the attention that an outfit like this would get her in public. I was a little jealous of the leers and less than saintly thoughts that must have been tossed her way.

"I had practice today." She claimed. 

"I wasn't aware you were on the team." It seemed ridiculous. I thought all volleyball girls were tall and skinny, like her friend Ashley.

She smiled at me. "I'm the one who jumps up and spikes the ball over the net. My favorite thing is to block the other team."

I knew she was toying with me but this was such an elaborate costume. "Wow, your team must be hard up for players." 

"Hey! Be nice. You don't believe I'm on the team?"

"Not really, you don't even go to that high school anymore, remember."

"Its Ashley's uniform." She confessed. "She gave it to me."

"How could it fit? Isn't she a foot taller than you?"

"She's only five foot nine. But this one is from her freshman year." she felt her butt. "Man was she a skinny toothpick back then. She was almost as tall as she is now that year, but the shorts are actually a little tight on me."

"Okay? What did you do today and why are you wearing it now?"

"We all went over to Ashley's to help her go through her old clothes." 

"How is Lauren doing?" I asked. I had not seen her in awhile.

"Oh, she's not around much since she started her 'job'."

"She got a job? Doing what?"

"Running Rory's life. I hope he likes her a whole lot, because I don't think he will be able to shake her loose. I've never seen her like this."

"Rory works all day at his software business. Well, really it's just him, but he does work all day and some nights."

"Yes and now he has a partner. She is doing all for his administrative stuff. You know, billing and paying bills. It's the same kind of paperwork she helps with at her dad's accounting office when she works for him."

"Sounds like a match made in heaven. I wonder what he pays."

"It's not cash. She claims he pays her in bed and the pay is really good."

"I don't need to know about that. Let's talk about your newfound love for volleyball. "

"Well, while we were grouping the clothes that she is going to get rid of, they started to dress me like I was some kind of life size Barbie. Most of the clothes were huge on me. It was kind of fun, I looked funny in her extra tall clothes. But then we found this." She point to her shirt. "It actually fit. They insisted on me wearing the shorts and kneepads too. They made me promise to keep it on until you got home to see. What do you think?"

"You look like a wet dream. You went to the store like that?"

She grinned, "Yeah, one of the stock boys was my personal shopping assistant. I tried to tell him I was fine but he insisted. Good thing though, I was having trouble finding the ingredients and I couldn't reach some of the stuff. Why so they put things on such high shelves."

"They probably had to mop up his drool afterwards."

"Yes, but I tried to drop hints I was making dinner for my man at home."

"I'll shop with you from now on so that I am the one reaching up to get your things."

"Oooh, I like it when you reach up to get 'my things'."

"Behave. Well, let's see how dinner turned out." I suggested.

"Okay, then I want to try out these knee pads. My performance after dinner depends on how much you say you like dinner."

"It tastes wonderful already!"

"That's what I figured." Paige thought about it for a few seconds. "Do you think that's why my dad never complains about my mom's food?"

"Please don't go there." I warned. Paige was just like her mom, always trying to make me cringe. My mind drifted to the thought that maybe they were similar in the sex department too. Paige is always so eager to please... Oh god, now I was feeling awkward.

Paige smiled, "With her food, she probably has to spend half the evening on her knees every night making up for it."

***

Paige had made a pasta dish. Dinner was okay. Almost good. Great for a first try. 

She admitted, "It went wrong somewhere."

"Do you want to know where it could be improved?"

"Yes, but be nice. I'm very disappointed in myself."

"You overcook the noodles. That's why it got so mushy. The sauce is great."

"Oh." She looked dejected.

"I really liked it. Just a little less time boiling and perfecto." I assured her.

"It's okay you don't have to sugar coat it. I really do want to cook well. I can't imagine raising kids on the food my mom served. I can't do that to them."

She took my plate back to the kitchen and came back. She was still wearing the volleyball uniform. "Hey Coach." She yelled. "I need to see you in your office." She pointed towards the bedroom then marched in ahead of me. I enjoyed watching her ass as she went. I was willing to bet that the stock boy at the grocery store had let her lead the way a few times to get this awesome view.

"Coach, I'm sorry we lost. You look stressed. Let me help you with that." See got down on her knees. 

"Then we should hit the showers." I suggested.

Paige worked at getting my pants off as I took off my shirt. "I watched the porno again today to help improve my technique, you know like watching game film."




Seducing the Neighbor Girl Ch. 07



She sucked me off. She used various styles she had observed. I told her when she would do something I liked. When I was ready to cum she leaned back and held her mouth open like a porn girl. I bathed her face in cum.

"Was that good for you?" Paige wanted to know.

"Yes, you are always great. But honestly, I liked the style you had come up with on your own and I prefer when you swallow. Nothing is better than when I'm looking in your eyes while you are swallowing. I get lost in your soul when it happens."

"Goody! I like that better too. It's so intimate. This was just messy."

"Let's hit the showers."

I scrubbed her head to toe. The washing was more sensual than sexual. She hummed to herself the whole time. I shut off the water when I was done washing her. She started to pout at me because I had not gotten her off yet.

I grabbed the towel and dried her then myself. I laid her on top of the covers and started to massage her body. "I should rub you down. You played so hard tonight."

As part of the massage, I separated her legs and rubbed her pussy. "Oh Coach! I think I have a pulled muscle right there." I put two fingers in and started to pump in and out. "You almost have the right spot." I bent down and licked her clit while feeling around inside her. I licked until she bucked and screamed in climax.

"Did I get the right spot?"

"Almost, you need to get a little deeper." She reached over and grabbed my cock in her hand. "Use your tool to massage my insides." I climbed on top of her and pushed inside. "Yes, right there." I pushed in and out slowly but she grabbed my hips in her hands and wanted it faster. We came together. I filled her with cum and rolled off. 

***

While we laid next to each other cuddling, Paige said, "Let's go play some video games." It was still early so I agreed.

We put some clothes on. I wore a pair of pajama pants and a white undershirt and Paige put on a transparent baby doll teddy and see-though panties. This was her 'I'm-going-to-win-by-distraction' outfit. She tried this often and it worked often. Sometimes I would let my hardon poke out of my pants in retaliation. However, I found licking her ear worked much better when trying to keep her from being able to focus. That technique often resulted in unfinished games though. Sometimes she would just drop the controller and tackle me in a fit of passion.

Just as we were getting ready to play Paige said, "I hope Helen can get me into school. What should I major in? I'm second guessing the Literature major."

"Oh shit!" All of her sexual distractions with that damn volleyball outfit, I had forgotten the first thing I had planned to tell her when I got home.

"What?"

"She called me earlier."

"And?"

"And what? I just said she called earlier." I was having fun torturing her. Usually it was the other way around. I was enjoying the rare opportunity. "We talked. It was nice to hear from her."

"You are not funny, spill it." I just looked at Paige. "I swear I will beat the information out of you if you don't start talking now."

"You are..." Paige started to smile while I paused. "in."

Paige screamed and kissed me. "You are the greatest! I need to tell my parents." She started to run for the front door. 

"Wait!" I yelled. As her hand was on the doorknob, I caught up with her. I wrapped her in a hug from behind to keep her in the house and cupped her pussy in my hand. I told her, "You are a little exposed." I played with her panty covered opening with my finger to emphasize the word 'exposed'.

"Oh." She ran off to the bedroom I waited by the door. She came running back in one of my t-shirts and a pair of sweats. "Let's go! Move it!" She yelled. I opened the door and she ran to her parents' house. I ran after her. She went straight in like someone who lived there.

She told them the whole story of what happen including many unnecessary details like how she thought Helen was an old girlfriend. She spoke so fast, even I couldn't follow and I knew the story. Her parents stared in confusion. 

Her mom, Doreen, looked at me and pointed at her ring finger with a questioning look. She thought Paige was incoherent because I had proposed! I hoped Paige would be this excited when I did. I mouthed "not yet." Doreen pouted so show her disappointment.

I announced for everyone's benefit, "Paige got into State."

"Oh that's good." Paige's dad, Craig, said. He let out a heavy sign. "I thought you were trying to tell us you were pregnant or something." Doreen punched his arm rally hard. "What?" he said to Doreen.

"Paul used his connections to get me in." Paige gloated while she held my hand and smiled at me.

I briefly explained knowing the department heads, but left out the sad parts about my parents. I told them, "It was her transcripts that got her in. It turns out being a valedictorian is worth something after all. I just got her records in the right hands." 

Paige pressed up to my side. I could feel the texture of the teddy underneath. "Don't be so modest." She said. "They did it because they all love you and want to see you happy." Paige started to tell the story with her too many elaborate details over again but slower so her parent knew what she was saying this time. I think it was verbatim from last time.

Halfway through, I motioned for Doreen to join me on the side. I said in a low voice, "Since the conspiracy to keep her here for college is complete, I need you to help me conspire again."

"Yes?" Doreen bounced with excitement. She knew what I wanted before I even started.

*** *** ***



Seducing the Neighbor Girl Ch. 08



Paige and I were out on the town for dinner at our first date restaurant, Gilmore's. We were sitting in the bar area again. Just before finishing dinner, Paige kicked me in the shin. 

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"Reba is here. She's with a guy."

"Good for her. Did you need to kick me so hard?" I asked rubbing my shin under the table. 

"Are you going to look?" She had a goofy smile on her face.

"No"

"Oh come on, she totally wants you to. I think she's trying to show you her new man. She keeps looking at me." 

"She is looking at you because you are staring at her, you psycho. Leave her alone."

"She totally wants you to look. Just give her a wave."

"No."

"You are cold hearted. The poor thing falls for you, gives you a BJ, and then you dump her. You can't even give her the time of day?"

"It does sound bad when you put it that way. I feel a little guilty. Let's have them over to the house."

Paige said flatly, "I wasn't kidding when I said if I ever see that whore at our house, I'll stab her in the eyes." 

"There's the Paige I know and love." I noted she said 'our house'. I liked it when she said 'our house'. And hopefully soon she would say 'our family' but I was getting ahead of myself.

Paige leaned forward and whispered, "She is coming this way."

Sure enough, Reba passed within six feet of our table holding hands with her date. Just as she passed our table, I heard her say to her date, "Let's go back to your place."

When they were gone, I told Paige. "Looks like someone is getting lucky tonight."

***

On the drive home I decided to bring up her reaction to Reba, "Paige, I noticed you weren't as jealous as normal when you saw Reba."

"No, I know that you are my man now. Your heart belongs to me."

"True," I agreed.

"I have you wrapped around my finger."

"Really?"

"Yeah. This one." she held up her left pinky for me to see. She regarded it from a few different angles as if it had special powers.

"Oh, is that so?" I reached over and tickled her ribs. I enjoyed how she squirmed away. "We will see about that. Tonight I will remind you who the boss is."

"Oh boy! I like the sound of that."

On a whim, I turned off the road towards the lake. 

"Where are we going?" she asked. Paige smiled brightly already knowing where we were headed.

It was time to unearth her dirty secret, whatever it was. "We need to sit and talk without distractions." I told her. 

"If that's what you call taking a girl for a nighttime drive down to the lake, okay. I've never parked by the lake with a boy before." She placed her hands on her knees and batted her eyelashes at me with the look of an innocent school girl.

We found a secluded place to park and I killed the engine and lights. It was a nice view, a perfect place to park with a girl, so I shouldn't have been surprised when Paige moved in to kiss me. She had one hand caressing my chest and the other in my lap feeling my quickly hardening dick. I kissed her back and felt her breast. My other hand went under her dress and looked for a path into her moist undies. I moved my mouth over and started to kiss where the corner of her jaw met her delicate neck and she mmm'd. One finger found its way into her hot, wet pussy. 

Paige moaned. "Oh Paul, you always know what feels perfect."

I didn't want to stop but making out was not accomplishing the talking we needed to do. 

I reluctantly pulled away. "We need to talk first." 

Paige looked a little perturbed at me. "What could be more important than what we were doing right now?" 

"Our future," she looked confused so I clarified. "Our future together," Paige started to get an elated expression. Oh god, she thinks I'm proposing! This is going from bad to worse. I quickly explained before things got out of hand. "We need to talk about a couple things before we take the next big step." I hoped that was enough damage control. 

Paige deflated. "Okay, what's up?"

"What is the story with your first boyfriend. What makes you so jealous."

"Those aren't exactly the same issue."

"How so?"

"Let's talk about the asshole first. You met him."

"I did?"

"He was the valet who opened my door on our first date. The look on his face was priceless."

"I remember not liking him. How did he wrong you?"

"He was the cutest guy in school. I was so excited when he asked me out. But, he spent every date just trying to get in my pants."

"That's kind of normal. I always want to get in your pants."

"You are different. You want to be with me because you like me. Other guys are the other way around. They like me because they want to get in my pants."

I wasn't so sure I was that pure before I got to know her, but I let it go. "I'm sorry I interrupted, please continue."

"On the first couple of dates, I just let him kiss me; I made him stay outside my clothes. On the third date he talked me into a hand job." she giggled, "I could fit his entire little dick in my hand. I knew his was small. Yours was the second one I saw, it scared me to death. It is so much bigger. I had no idea they could be so big." Paige blushed. "I remember being on my knees looking at it the first time. I wasn't sure what to do with it. I didn't think it could fit in me."

Wow, could she build up my ego. It isn't that big, just seven inches. "It fits perfectly. Go on." I assured her.

"Yes it does. On the forth date he wanted a BJ. I said no but I let him hump against my boobs. And on the fifth date I let him go all the way. Thank god I made him use a condom."

"Why did things go wrong?"

"I let him do me. That was all he wanted. He bragged to his friends how he scored with me. When word got back to me that he was bragging, I went to break up with him."

"Okay, and?" He was a big jerk but it didn't add up to the amount of anxiety she demonstrates. 

"He had girlfriend at another school the whole time. I was just a conquest on the side. When I broke up with him, he laughed and said we were never together. His friends laughed too. That hurt most of all. He said I was nothing to him. Just a silly girl who wanted to fool around. Like it was all my idea. That bastard."

I put my arms around her. We cuddled and kissed but the mood from earlier was gone. 

"Lauren got revenge for me. She found his girlfriend and told her what happened. She broke up with him too. Then Lauren spread the rumor about how small his dick is and how he only lasted 2 minutes. Lauren made it up to be mean. But she was right on the mark."

"I think you can claim my true virginity anyway. His little thing barely scratched the surface. You were the first to stretch and fill me." I didn't like talking about her fucking other guys. At least it was only that one time.

I asked, "What about your jealousy? I know he was an asshole, but is that the whole story?"

"The jealousy is not really because of him. Yeah, he made me a little leery of guys who may not be committed to me, but I think this is just the way I am. I've always been a little jealous of those hussies that get all the guys. It seemed like whenever I would like a guy and want to him to ask me out, the next thing I know some prostitute in training would spread her legs and take him away." I listened, it sounded like we were finally getting somewhere. "It's more your fault I got crazy jealous." She told me.

"My fault?"

"Yes you." She had a stern voice and she was poking me with her index finger in the chest. "I was trying to catch your eye forever, and just when I thought I was getting somewhere with you, I saw Reba the snake charmer stealing you away at your party. It hurt really badly. I was broken hearted and pissed. Thank goodness you said the right things when I came to see you after your party where she was hanging all over you."

"I'm sorry. I spent the whole party wishing I had invited you." I tried to explain.

"That's the only reason you are forgiven. I was so upset I almost didn't come over to talk to you at all. I'm still a little mad at you for letting her in."

"I wish I hadn't 'let her in' either. I was really drunk the night I did." I defended. 

"I don't want to talk about it. She's gone now and I don't care about her anymore." Paige said she held up her pinky and waved it at me.

Paige was moving in for another kiss and her hand was back on my chest. 

"Are we beyond your jealousy then?" I asked.

"I don't give a damn about Reba, but I will always be territorial when it comes to you. However, we should be fine as long as you don't let any more tramps suck you off." she was stroking me through my slacks. "Now stop ruining the moment. I want to enjoy my first time parking by the lake." 

"It's my first time parking by the lake too." I told her.

She kissed me. "Lean your seat back." I didn't argue. 

Paige took off her underpants. She said, "I love you so much.", and climbed into my lap. 

This was one of those times her small stature was a huge advantage. She kissed me and moved up pressing her cleavage into my face. I unzipped the back of her dress to get more room to play with her boobs. I pulled them out of her bra. While I sucked at her nipples, she was unfastening my pants. I helped her pull them down past my ass. 

"Try not to cum." she told me as she lowered herself onto my hardness. When she bottomed out on my cock she said, "Oh so full. You feel so big in me." the dirty talking was not helping me not to cum. I realized from her actions, she was trying to get me off. 

"Is this a mean game? You tell me not to cum then you do everything you can to make me cum."

"Sort of" she was rotating her hips in my lap while I was deeply embedded in her. "I want you to build up a monster cum for me for later. Tell me when you get close so I can stop."

"What!?" That didn't seem fair. "When we get home I'm going to make you pay."

"Oh, don't make me wait. Make me pay now."

"I'm getting close." I warned her. The evil girl stopped moving. She rested on me panting, still skewered on my rod. She kissed me. 

"I promise it will be worth it. Let's screw outside." she opened the driver's door and climbed out. She held out her little pinky for me to hold on to while she led me out of the car. "Wrapped right around it." 

She was right. 

She leaned forward over the trunk of the car and lifted her dress. "See how deep you can get. But, no cumming! Well, not for you. I get to cum as much as I want." 

"Time to pay." I warned her. I slammed my dick into her as hard as I could as deep as I could. 

"OHHH!" she yelled. 

I pulled out most of the way. "I'll show you who's wrapped around who." I slammed deep again. 

"OHHH!" She yelled again. "Yes!"

I pumped her hard and deep. 

"Oh god. yes- yes- yes." she climaxed. She was getting very wet. I kept pounding. She climaxed again and her legs went limp. I grabbed her hips to hold her up while I continued to pump. She continuously chanted "oh god, oh god, oh god" 

I push in hard and held myself as deep as I could inside her hot womb. "I'm getting close again." I held still but I could feel her insides trembling. 

"Let me down." she requested. 

I let go of her hips so that she was back on her feet, but didn't pull out at all. I looked down at her tiny perfect heart shaped ass. I couldn't resist so I slapped it. 

Paige squeezed my dick inside her as she squealed, "Harder!" 

I spanked again. 

"More!" She demanded.

I slapped again and again until she came on my dick. She fell to her knees coming off my cock her head resting against the car. She kneeled there panting. "Oh my god, you are too good to me. Put me back in the car," she asked. "Take me home."

"What!?" This wasn't the big finish I was promised. 

"Just help me in." she was like a rag doll. I got her in and started to drive home. 

A few minutes later Paige advised, "Don't crash the car." 

"Huh?" I asked. 

She leaned into my lap and got my half hard cock out. She licked it back to life. "Mmmm, I like tasting myself on you. I feel so trashy doing this."

She sucked me and deep throated me. I felt and listened to her gurgle and sputter as she held my entire dick in her mouth. This was incredible. She stopped for a moment. "Don't cum yet. Wait until we are home."

"Oh you bitch!" I shouted. 

She giggled as she teased with her tongue. We couldn't get home fast enough. She would suck then stop and nibble. She kept me close the whole way home. 

When we were turning onto our street I warned her, "We are about to pass your parents' house." she started to bob her head more. I think she was getting off on the idea that her parents may see us. 

I pulled into the garage. She led me to the middle of the living room, where she kneeled at my feet. She fixed her dress so that it lay around her evenly. She looked up innocently. "Mr. D, I haven't had my dessert yet." 

I took my already open pants off, then my socks and shirt. I was naked in front of her. Paige's eyes sparkled when I started to slap her cheek with my cock. How did I get this lucky? "No hands." I told her. 

"Yes Mr. D, whatever you say." She sucked me for a few minutes I wasn't as close as I expected, so I started to fuck her face. She took my cock like a champ. When I was ready to explode, I warned her. I pumped my cum into her mouth. She looked up and stared in my eyes. My load was huge. Our souls synced as she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. I went on forever and neither one of us blinked. The link between us was deeper than ever. I fell into her soul. When I was done, I fell back on the sofa.

Paige climbed up and curled into my lap. "I don't think I will need to eat for a week. That was a lot of cum."

"I thought that's what you wanted."

"I didn't do it for me. I love to make you feel really good. I love the look in your eyes when you come. Getting you to fuck my brains out down by the lake was just a bonus."

***

The following night we were having Paige's parents over for dinner. Again. It seemed to be becoming a common event. I liked them, but I wasn't used to the constant contact of company. I know that Doreen hated to cook and Craig hated her cooking so this probably going to be a regular thing. I noted that they were buying food for my refrigerator also. Keeping me well stocked to cook. Doreen would bring it over while I was at work. 

I was cooking with Doreen keeping me company and Paige was attempting to teach her dad to play some really graphic black-opts-kill-the-terrorist shooting game. We set up the game console in the living room so that we were all together.

Doreen was sitting on a tall stool with her legs crossed looking rather cute in her snug dress. "So, is my little Paige taking good care of you?" she started. She was smiling like the cat who the canary. Or was about to. 

"Yes, as always." I thought of the crazy sex the night before. "She is very sweet and caring."

From across the room I could see that Dad was struggling with the game. He kept dying in the first mission at the easiest setting. 

I called over to them trying to help out. "Paige, why don't you guys just whack some zombies?" That game was easier for a new comer. It didn't involve strategy or hiding from the enemy the way this one did. You just walked around taking out zombies in the open.

Her dad asked, "Don't you have something less violent like a golfing or driving game?" 

"Geez Dad. You can golf or drive anytime in real life. When is the last time you got to double tap a tango in the head?" Paige asked with a sardonic grin.

"Do what to who?" Her father was lost.

"Shoot a Terrorist in the head. Are you following at all Dad?" she wondered.

"Not really." He confessed.

"Paul's right, let's kill zombies." Her dad did not look enthusiastic, but he played along. I think he would do most anything she asked. Another man wrapped around her finger. 

Doreen spoke softly to me, seeming to know what I was thinking. "She's daddy's little princess. They've always been very close. But now you are replacing him." 

I almost laughed. "I think he will always have a place."

"You know, you are a lot like him. I think that's why the attraction is so magnetic."

"He reminds me of my dad a little. His calm and patient demeanor is very similar."

"Really? I wish I could have met your parents."

"You would have gotten along well."

"What was your mom like?"

"She was nice like you, but I think the similarities end there."

"Oh." She sounded disappointed.

"In our house the family revolved around the kitchen. I don't have many memories of her outside the kitchen. She could bake. It seemed like there was always something coming out of the oven."

"Yeah, that's not me at all. Sounds like a nice, warm home."

"I do miss it. I think that's why I like cooking. It feels like I'm close to her while I'm doing it." Doreen stood up and gave me a big hug. It was way too similar to hugging Paige. I had to disengage before I poked her with a woody. I think she knew what was going on in my pants, because she smirked. 

"Hey! Stop trying to steal my man." Paige yelled in a joking manner.

"Oh please. I can hug my future son if I want." Doreen sat back on a tall stool facing me. "I don't think he minds." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Can I see it?"

"What?" Was she asking to see my boner?

"The ring. Can I see it?" I think she knew what she sounded like she was really asking for.

"Oh sure." After making sure Paige and her dad were still killing zombies, I reach in the cabinet above the stove and pulled out the small ring box. 

"You keep it in the kitchen?"

"I put it up high out of her reach. She's too short to get up here."

"Be nice, you are straying into a sensitive area there buster." 

I handed her the ring box. She held so that her body shielded it form Paige and she opened the box. "It's beautiful." She closed the box and handed it back to me.

"I can't wait to give it to her."

She looked over to Paige. When she looked back she asked, "When is the big moment?" 

"Sometime this summer. Soon."

"Oh good, I can't wait."

To Dad's relief, Paige paused the games and walked over to us, "What's with the whispering?" She put one arm around me and used the other to pull my head down to her waiting lips. When she pressed against me, she felt my hardness. After the kiss, she pulled back with an admonishing look on her face. She wagged a finger at me.

Dad walked over and said, "That game is going to give me nightmares. It's so bloody. I think you two might be getting psychologically damaged from playing so much."

Her mom piped up, "Maybe after dinner Paul can play some games with me." Paige's eyes stayed focused on me. Paige shook her head side to side as if saying 'I can't believe my mom would say these things'. "It would be fun if he taught me a thing or two. I'd love trying to double tap tangos with him."

I laughed. Paige slapped my stomach with the back of her hand. To me she said, "Don't encourage her." To her mom, "I can't believe you sometimes."

"What?" Paige's mom pretended she didn't say anything out of line.

Her dad came over. "I think Paige is saying she only let's Paul tango with her."

"I was talking about shooting terrorists. I don't know what you guys were thinking."

***

After dinner, Dad dragged Mom home and left us to ourselves.

"So what's up between you and my mom?" 

"Nothing. We were just talking while you were having your daddy-daughter time."

"And the whispering?"

"She was asking me to have an affair. She said I could pretend she was you if that did it for me." I teased. I would never cheat on Paige and she knew it.

"Right. That would explain the stiffy in your pants. What was up with that?"

"The hug. It felt like I was hugging you. You always do it to me when you hug me."

"Do you want me to do it to you now?"




Seducing the Neighbor Girl Ch. 08



"Let's get ready for bed. Then I want to make love the old fashion way."

"Old fashion?"

"First I lay you down on your back, then I move on top of you and we slowly make love while kissing all night long."

"Sounds good. How about we cut short the all night long to a few hours. I need to be able to walk tomorrow."

***

Towards the end of summer Paige and I decided to have a big get together with lots of our friends. Pretty much everyone we collectively knew was coming. Her friends were there, my friends, her parents, and I invited Helen and her husband. I tried to spread myself around and talk to everyone. 

I dragged Paige over to Brad and Heidi. I introduced Heidi to Paige. They had not met before.

Heidi's jaw dropped a little. "Hi Paige. I have to admit you are not what I expected. Brad never mentioned how gorgeous you are."

Paige asked, "Or Reba?"

Heidi was silent for a second. "You know about her? Sorry, I don't feel right talking about her around you."

"It's okay." Paige told her.

"She told me you were very young looking, but you don't look as young as she indicated."

"Did she say I was a child or something?"

"Something to that effect."

Paige smiled and shrugged. I was glad she was able to move beyond her jealousy of Reba. She looked rather mature the way she was indifferent. Heidi seemed impressed.

With the introductions out of the way, we all talked about what we were up to and what not. After a few minutes, Paige and I moved on to talk to more guests. Paige took Ashley around meet some of my friends. I guess Ash' was on the prowl to see if any of my friends interested her. 

While I was on my own Lauren approached me. 

Lauren gave me a quick hug. "I never thanked you for introducing me to Rory."

"I think you two worked that out on your own."

"He is so sweet." She smiled. "He is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I can't believe my luck that he was single."

I inwardly laughed. Sure Rory was a good catch for her, but the fact he didn't have a girlfriend was not really related to luck. It was more lucky for Rory that he wasn't single anymore. Moreover, now that he had a hot redhead girlfriend who would help him in the office was a bonus. "He is a great guy." I agreed. "I heard you are helping him around the office."

"Oh, that's nothing. I just like to be around him. He works so much, it's the only way we can spend time together. I processed accounts receivables for my dad all the time. It's the same really."

"Can you do me a favor?" I asked.

"Sure. What's up?"

"Keep Paige on the patio." Lauren looked at me curiously. She knew I was up to something. "If she tries to come in the house distract her for a couple minutes."

Lauren only smiled and nodded in response.

I went inside and waved for Doreen to come to me. "It's time." I said.

She kissed me on the cheek, wished me luck and corralled people out the door. When I went back out I saw Paige with her back to me and Lauren speaking to her in a very animated fashion. When I walked up behind her Lauren suddenly stopped talking and shook her head in my direction. 

Paige turned around looking confused then accusing. I got on one knee and asked. "Paige, will you marry me?"

For her response, she burst into tears and showered my face in kisses. It was as though we were alone in the backyard as I put the ring on her finger. We didn't notice that we surrounded by people.

"Is that a yes?" I asked.

"Uh huh." She blubbered. I don't think she ever said yes that day but it was safe to assume that was the answer.

***



Seducing the Neighbor Girl Ch. 09



I watched Paige as she ran around the small sitting room in our hotel suite. First, she was looking out the window, then she disappeared into the bedroom for a moment. She had a wide smile as ran back to me and wrapped her arms around my midsection.

"Does it meet with your approval, Mrs. Douglas?" I asked a bit sarcastically. 

"It's perfect." She stretched up to kiss me but was a few inches short of meeting my mouth. I did not bend to her lips right away, I only smiled down at her pretty face, so she lightly grabbed my ear and pull my head lower into range of her mouth. Our tongues searched each other's mouths until Paige had her appetite sated for the moment, then she flicked my ear.

"Oww!" I reached up to cover the wounded ear.

"That's what you get for leaving me hanging when I needed to be kissed." She turned away from me to look for something in one of our suitcases.

"Let's go for a walk on the beach, but first I want to change into something more comfortable. My clothes are too warm." Paige said.

We had flown in to Kauai this morning for our honeymoon and she was right, the clothes we travelled in were too warm for the tropical weather. It looked like she was pulling a bikini, tank top, and skirt out of the bags. I thought about what I should change into while I watched Paige strip out of her jeans, but didn't get far on that thought. Paige made the mistake of facing away from me and bending over at the waist while she was wearing her tight lacey panties when she went to remove the jeans from her legs. Her beautiful ass was too irresistible. The pants still had her ankles trapped when I scooped her into my arms. 

"Hey!" Paige protested verbally but didn't resist at all. "What are you doing?" She asked, as I carried her to the bedroom. It was a dumb question that she must know the answer to, so I didn't bother replying.

I tossed her onto the bed and pulled the jeans from her feet with her socks. When I looked up, her shirt hit me in the face and she laughed. I tossed the shirt over my shoulder in time to catch her bra as it flew at me. I looked down at her gorgeous body. It was so petite and so perfectly proportioned. She reached out with one of her slender legs and rubbed my chest with her foot. I pulled my shirt over my head and pulled down my pants. As I stood, her panties flew at my face. 

"Hurry up." She demanded. "I need you over here slow poke." She held out her arms to me.

I crawled onto the bed and up her body so that I could kiss her mouth. I felt her hand stroking my hardness while we kissed. I moved up her body so that my knees were on both sides of her chest and leaned forward so that my dick pressed towards her mouth. Her hand never left my organ. Paige opened up her mouth and swallowed the tip. She bobbed her head up off the bed to better suck me off. 

After a few minutes, I could see her neck was starting to get tired. In slow motion, I rolled off to the side. Paige kept her hand and mouth attached as I moved; she didn't miss a stroke or lick as we slowly rolled and she ended up on top.

Once we settled in our new position, Paige increased her effort. She kneeled between my legs, and sucked and stroked hungrily. Paige always put a great deal of energy into her blowjobs. She had become very good at bringing me pleasure and claimed she enjoyed it too. She had become way better than any girl who had done this for me before. I rubbed the side of her face and held her hair up so that I could watch. Paige looked up into my eyes and could see I was getting close to cumming.

She took her mouth off of me and stroked quickly. Her bright smile was gorgeous. After catching her breath a moment, she dived back in and smoothly took me into her throat. She fucked me mercilessly with her face until I came. She swallowed everything I had to give while looking into my eyes. Her eyes had a pleasing smile to them while her mouth was stretched over me. 

After cleaning me up with her tongue, Paige sat up and smiled at me. She was so gorgeous. Her small body had gotten a little more shapely over the few years but still tiny and trim. Her hips flared nicely as she sat back on her feet. God, I wanted her so bad.

"My turn!" she announced as she flopped on her back next to me. 

I rolled on top of her and kissed her mouth. I could taste myself a little bit but I didn't mind. I figured she still kissed me after I went down on her and that taste was much stronger. As I kissed her, I felt down between her legs with my hand. Her pussy was streaming as it usually was after she had given me a blowjob. I continued to kiss as I moved my hand up to her breast.

I played with her breasts, licking and nibbling. Paige's body started to quiver in ecstasy just from the nipple play. She placed her hands on the top of my head, firmly applying pressure, encouraging me to move downward to my ultimate goal. I moved my face down to her crotch, licked her thighs, and around her shaved mound, but I avoided direct contact with her slit and clit. I loved to tease her and usually she enjoyed my toying around, but not today.

"Stop fucking around." Paige commanded. She grabbed my head and moved me so that my mouth was on her clit.

I licked at her wet center. I attacked her clit with my tongue. Paige writhed and moaned under my mouth. I worked a finger into her moist opening, and then I worked a second finger into her. While I licked at her clit, I pumped in and out of her with my two fingers trying to bump against her g-spot.

Paige grunted and shook a few times and tried to twist away from me. 

"Stop, stop, stop." She begged, so I relented. 

I crawled up between her legs, placed my cock at her pussy, and started to work it into her. I looked down at Paige and watched the amazing sight of my thick member pushing into her tiny body. When I was all the way in, I leaned forward and covered her body with mine. Paige gripped my shoulders and panted under me as I pounded away into her.

I fucked her hard for several minutes. The fact that I had just come was the only thing that was allowing me some endurance in her tight body. She felt so good stretched around me. A short while later I erupted inside her. Paige came with me.

Paige laid there smiling up at me. She was rubbing her abdomen below her belly button. "I can feel the warmth of your little guys swimming around in me." She smiled even brighter at the thought. I leaned in and kissed her again.

***

Paige and I had been married since yesterday afternoon. It was a small ceremony, because I didn't really have any family. The only close relatives I had were an uncle and aunt without any children. It was a little depressing really. Paige did not have a huge family either, but managed to get 25 or so aunts, uncles, and cousins to come. Her friends sat on my side to help to supplement my friends to even out the crowd on both sides of the church. 

Lauren had been Paige's matron of honor. She looked beautiful and radiant with her baby just beginning to show in her stomach. Paige had been right about Rory and Lauren beating us to the punch and being married and pregnant before us. In the three years Paige and I were engaged they had dated for about one year, been engaged a year, got married, and had time to make a baby. Rory's business was doing well. With Lauren's help, he had more time to work and more free time as well. She was the office manager, sales manager, accounts payable, accounts receivable, and collections agent when necessary. No one paid late twice; she had a way of laying down the law with tardy customers without angering them. Rory just needed to work on the programming and this arrangement gave him twice as much time to work on producing for customers. 

Paige and I discussed our marriage plans shortly after the engagement and it was Paige's idea to wait a few years for the ceremony so that she could focus on college. We decided to marry the summer before her senior year. I wanted to married sooner but I agreed that she should dedicate herself to her studies. Doreen was disappointed to have to wait to see her baby walk down the aisle, but then she sobbed inconsolably as Paige walked to my side in the chapel. 

***

Our week at the beach side resort flew by too quickly. Love making, fooling around, fucking, we did it all many times a day. We also found time to go out and be tourists somehow.

When we returned home, we fell right back into our routine. Whenever I walked in the door, she was always happy to see me home. It was like living in a 50's sitcom. I always came home to find Paige making dinner for me and her parents. She had taken over the role as primary cook in our household, and her parents as well, and she was becoming very good. I think the years of eating bad food made her very conscience of wanting to be competent in that area. Paige's parents were not shy about preferring either Paige's or my cooking to Doreen's (Craig did not cook. It was just not something his generation did). 

Craig would talk to Paige or watch Golf on TV, Doreen and I would spend time hanging out while Paige cooked. We were establishing a mother-son type of relationship. Craig played the referee; he would decide when Doreen was becoming too invasive and told her so. Doreen never tired of teasing me and when he felt she went too far he would step in. If he felt they were overstaying their welcome, he would drag her home. Sometimes she would joke that she had been too naughty and he was going to punish her. It was hard to imagine, but I got the feeling she liked to be spanked sometimes. Mother like daughter I guess.

One night Doreen and I were playing gin when she set her cards down and looked warmly over to Paige who was in the kitchen cooking. 

"She has turned out so nicely. I couldn't be more proud. You know, she strives to be the best wife for you that she can be." She paused and looked at me, patting me leg. "I wish I could take all the credit, but I think your influence helped her grow up. You have helped shape her from a girl into a woman." 

I smiled inward at the idea of exactly how I helped 'make her a woman'. Doreen probably intended on sending my thoughts to thinking of Paige sexually to keep my mind off the game.

Doreen was a very proud parent, but she seemed most proud that Paige was becoming a good wife. I wondered how much she knew about Paige's carnal skills. I suspected that Paige and her mother had been somewhat open in this area of discussion since Paige had moved in and become my defacto wife. I think pride of Paige having good wifely skills extended to bedroom as well.

Doreen was looking at her cards while she was considering what play to make next. She looked very casual, as though the game was not important to her. I knew better. She was very competitive; much like Paige and I in this respect. Her casual look probably meant she was contemplating how to best crush me in her next move or two.

Doreen discarded and as I drew a card she stated, "Paige is becoming a better cook than you." 

Ah ha, she was intentionally distracting me; she knows I take a lot of pride in my cooking. She had not laid any cards on the table yet and neither had I. She was probably going to go out is a flourish and leave me holding lots of points. We were keeping score and I had a slight lead tonight.

"I don't mind." Although I couldn't go out of the game, I decided to lay down as many cards as possible.

She grimaced as I put down my cards. I think she was mad that she lost the initiative. She drew a card. "I do enjoy our time together while she cooks." She stated flatly as she went out of the game. 

I shuffled the cards and started to deal.

"You're the son I never had." Doreen looked at her cards then she looked at Paige. "Don't get me wrong, I love Paige, but sometimes I wish I had a boy too. She was always daddy's little girl, I was second place in her eyes, or competition for Daddy's time. I think that's why we fought so much."

Paige came over and sat across my lap. "Are you two conspiring?"

"Last time we conspired, it ended in you getting engaged." Doreen quipped. "So, don't complain."

"I get nervous when you two start whispering and leaving me out of the conversation." Paige said.

"See, this is what I'm talking about. Now she's competing with me for your time. At least I get Craig to myself these days. I may take him home early tonight so I can enjoy more of his time."

"Geez, Mom" Paige snorted.

***

I was still sitting at the dinner table after her parents went home for the night, Paige stated, "I don't know what's wrong with me, but I've been so horny all day. I know I'm usually horny when I think about you, but this is different. My body is on fire. I've been on sensory overload all day. "

"I think I can help you out with that. I know just the thing."

"Don't move." Paige instructed. She took off her pants and underwear, climbed onto the table, and sat on the edge leaning back on her elbows with her pussy in my face. "This time I want to look into your eyes while you use your mouth to make me cum." 

I had looked into her eyes while cumming in her mouth thousands of times in seemed (it is my favorite thing and it never got old), But this would be the first time we did it in reverse. I had gone down on her countless times but the geometry of our bodies while playing this way had never really made looking into each other's eyes natural.

I leaned in to start licking, she was already soaking wet. 

"Wow you are hot and bothered aren't you."

"I told you I've been on fire all day."

I licked away. It didn't take but a few moments and the fireworks started to go off in Paige's head. She was so turned on I didn't have to do much work. I looked up into her eyes. We tried to stay focused on each other but Paige couldn't keep her eyes open continuously during her ecstasy. She kept squinting them closed.

"Wow." She said. "Intense. How do you keep them open when you cum though. I'm impressed with your focus when you come in my mouth. That was hard to do."

"Practice, we've had lots of practice together." I offered.

"You just want me to sit in front of you with my legs spread every night."

"Yeah. What's wrong with that?" I demanded.

"Let's screw. I want to fuck right here, right now. Pump your stuff into me." She demanded in return.

"You are on fire. What's with the cussing?" 

"Shut up and fuck me."

***

One evening during the late fall, I returned home from a day at the office to see Paige sitting on the sofa waiting for me to come home. She was very serious, solemn, which was out of the norm. I was a little nervous that maybe she was mad at me about something. Recently, Paige had been a bit moody and unpredictable. I racked my mind for what I could have done wrong.

"What's up?" I asked. 

She looked me straight in the eye. "Well you did it. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Did what?"

"Don't act like you don't know what you were trying to do."

"What? Does that even make sense?" I wondered.

"I'm pregnant." She had a face of stone.

I knew the next words I said were critical, so I thought for a second. 

All I could think of was, "That's wonderful." 

It really was, but I knew this was a little sooner than she hoped. She had stopped using the pill when we got married and considering the frequency of our love life, it was bound to happen sooner than later. This was just a lot sooner than later.

I guess I said the right thing. She smiled and hugged me before she shuddered with tears. I hoped they were the joyful kind of tears, which had been hard to tell recently. She had been rollercoaster of emotion for the last month or so, which was uncharacteristic for her. Loving and testy, happy and mad all at once it seemed. It was so different from 'normal Paige' I had wondered what changed. It made more sense now that I could associate her moodiness with her early shift into motherhood. This was an agreeable explanation of her craziness. 

Unable to read her, I broke down and asked, "Are you happy?"

She nodded her response. "Yeah, but I was afraid when I found out."

"Afraid of what?"

"Would you be happy about it? Am I ready for this level of responsibility? Will I be a good mom?" She paused and thought for a few seconds. 

"Holy crap! We're having a baby!" She shouted as if she found out for the first time just then.

If she wasn't such an emotional wreck, I would have laughed at her dramatic display. Instead, I wisely chose to say, "We should celebrate."

"What do you suggest we do?" Paige asked, she was smiling now.

"Heavy drinking, raw fish, and maybe you should start smoking."

Paige laughed then stopped just as fast as she had started. Suddenly she became serious (damn mood swings). "You're right. I need to make sure I take care of the baby and myself. I'm going to take more yoga classes at school."

"You have been taking yoga for the past year."

"Good thing now." She was so serious I started to laugh at her. She was acting too crazy for me not to laugh. She gave me the evil eye.

"Oh come on. You have to admit you are acting a little funny." Her face turned red. Oh shit! The few times I have seen her lose her temper this was the sign she was going to explode. I stopped laughing and I must have made a face of terror, because she suddenly shifted gears and started laughing at me.

"You should see the look on your face." I didn't really enjoy being the butt of her joke, but it was better than seeing her mad. "It was priceless." She laughed and kissed me. "I love you."

"Glad to be of service." I said feeling like a goat. "Let's go out to dinner."

"What about my parents?" Paige asked.

"Let's celebrate, just the two of us. I want to have time to enjoy this together as a couple first. We can tell them tomorrow."

Paige became serious again. "Of course just the two of us tonight. I meant, what are they going to eat if we go out? They have become so dependent on us cooking, they'll starve."

I was grinning like a fool again. "Tell them to get a pizza."

"Okay. I'll call now." 

Paige looked uncertain, so I wondered what was on her mind and asked, "What are you going to tell them?" 

"Medium pan crust supreme."

"Huh?"

"Like you said, I'm going to order a pizza for them."

"What? No, call your parents, tell them I'm taking you out to dinner. Let them order the pizza."

"Oh yeah." She giggled, "I am losing it, aren't I."

I had heard that being pregnant could mess with the mother's mind but this was a bit much.

***

We went out to a small Italian restaurant that Paige really liked. Everyone in the restaurant knew us by name. It helped Paige's mood when the hostess told Paige she looked "positively glowing" tonight.

At dinner I asked, "How pregnant are you?"

She grinned at me. "All pregnant. I didn't know there was anything else."

"No. I meant, how far along are you?"

"About 8 weeks. I think you knocked me up at the first chance once I stopped taking the pill." 

"8 weeks already? Didn't you notice something was up before?"

"Yes, I was suspicious, but because my monthly cycle was a little off after stopping the pill, I wasn't sure after being late on one period. Besides, when I was younger, it was always very erratic, that's why the doctors put me on the pill originally. When I was 14 and 15, before being on the pill, I missed periods all the time. But when I missed my second period in a row, I bought a home test."

"I don't want to say the wrong thing here, but shouldn't you ask a doctor too?"

"I saw my OBGYN today. I am pregnant. Besides, I have noticed some changes."

I wanted to say I noticed her mood changes too, but I'm not dumb enough to say that. Nevertheless, I am dumb enough to say, "I think your boobs are getting firmer."

Paige blushed, "Yes, I know. I hope they get bigger. At least as big as my mom's. Have you seen Lauren's? She always had those awesome c-cups but now that she's pregnant she looks like a porn star. I bet Rory loves them. She showed them to me the other day while I was feeling her baby kicking, wow, you'd love them."




Seducing the Neighbor Girl Ch. 09



Now, that was a minefield of conversation I didn't want to venture anywhere near. There wasn't a correct comment to be made anywhere. But again, I am dumb enough to say, "Tonight, I will do a thorough inspection of you." 

***

When we were ready for bed I commented, "You know, I've never made it with a pregnant woman." 

"What do you call last night? You've been doing it with a pregnant woman for the past two months, you dork."

"It's different now that I know."

"What are you going to do different?" 

"I want to watch you ride me. Just watch you get yourself off."

Paige looked at me without saying a word. 

"What? I think it would be hot." I defended myself.

"You could have asked for just about anything..." Paige signed. "Get on your back."

I laid back and Paige straddled me. She rubbed her mound up and down my shaft. Looking down at me she said, "You know, we may have to hire a babysitter sometimes."

I looked up at her. "Yes?"

"We could hire a college girl. A hot young college coed." Paige increased the pressure and pace of rubbing her mound along my shaft. 

It wasn't hard to imagine her as a hot young college coed. She was a hot college coed. My hot college coed.

Paige continued, "She will be young and impressionable. You could probably talk her into doing anything for you. Or to you."

"I can think of a few things."

Paige sat up a little and repositioned my dick so that I was penetrating her. She slowly worked her way up and down.

"You could stretch out her inexperienced pussy with your big thing." Paige grunted a few times while she bounced. "She would become addicted to your cock."

"Oh god." I groaned.

"Just like I am." Paige was starting to move fast. "Oh god, give it to me." Paige was grinding hard against me. I was losing control.

Paige came and got very wet on my crotch. She stopped moving when she came but I needed more. I flipped her onto her back and pistoned into her hard. Paige screamed in a staccato series of 'oh' sounds. I exploded inside of her.

We collapsed onto the bed together.

"That was really good." Paige said. Then she continued, "I don't want to burst your bubble, but with my mom next door there probably will never be a need to hire a hot coed babysitter. 

"I think we should move."

Paige hit me playfully. "If you cheat, I'll kill you. Seriously, I'll kill you, then her."

***

Paige's parents came over for what they thought was a typical dinner. I sat chatting with Doreen, Paige cooked, Craig watched golf on TV.

"We have some good news." Paige announced. Craig and Doreen both turned towards Paige where she stood in the kitchen. "We are having a baby." Both her parents went to her and gave her hugs. Both of them seemed very happy.

After the embraces were done Paige went back to cooking, Doreen came back to sit with me, but Craig stayed with Paige in the kitchen. He was suddenly doting on her as though she was due to go into labor any second. He was doing most of the work in the kitchen for her. It looked like she was enjoying the attention.

"So, do you want a boy or girl?" Doreen asked me as she and I settled in to play cards.

"We are going to take what we get." 

"I want a boy." Doreen declared.

"A boy would be fine, but I kind of like the idea of having a daddy's little girl." I explained while I shuffled the cards and started to deal.

"Too much drama." Doreen looked at her cards then she looked at Paige. "I wouldn't trade Paige in or anything, but it was tough. I thought I was going to kill her. It wasn't until you came along that she started to act like an adult. That was when she and I finally started to have a civilized relationship."

"I don't think I had the pleasure of meeting that version of Paige."

"Oh, she was there in the beginning. I think you broke her of acting like a child pretty quickly though." Doreen thought to herself for a moment. "On second thought, I like the idea of Paige having to deal with a little girl just like herself. Sweet revenge." She smiled to herself.

"Is there a chance that as a child you were just as bad as Paige to your mom?" I asked.

"Maybe" she said, but Doreen grinned in a way that said 'yes'. "I followed in my mother's foot steps too. She married an older man when she was young too. They say I looked and acted just like her. It seems like history keeps repeating itself." 

***

Doreen got her wish for revenge, Paige and I had a girl. We named her Grace and my dear little angel did try to drive Paige crazy right from the beginning. Time to time, I found some humor in watching Paige take the karmic payback for how she had acted as a child. Paige handled it well though; she was a paragon of patience and took everything in stride. Doreen took open joy in some of the events that Paige had to endure. Little did I know, I was also in store for some cosmic justice. 

Grace was a few weeks from graduating college (the same school as Paige and me) when she came home from school and wanting to speak to me alone. She was a beautiful young lady. Grace looked like her mom except for being a full four inches taller. Paige claims this is proof that her mom's terrible cooking stunted her growth.

"Dad, I need to talk to you about something."

"Okay sweetie, What's up? " 

"I am going to bring a boy home for you and Mom to meet."

"Okay. I take it he more special than just a new boyfriend. Is it Chris, the boy you've been seeing the past few weeks?"

"Yes." She paused, "but, we've been going out for a few months."

"I thought you just met."

"No, we've been going out for a little while."

"I guess time flies. What's the occasion?"

"Now it's getting more serious, so you need to meet him."

I listened without response. There was obviously something else here that she wasn't saying. I was going to use my silence to guilt her into confession.

Grace looked at me, trying to will me to speak first. The silence started to eat at her. Finally she broke. "Dad, I think he is 'The One'."

"Oh! That does sound serious." I was not sure how I felt about this. Grace was still just a girl. She was 22 years old and graduating college, but she was still a little girl, my little girl. How could some young boy take proper care of her? I thought she should wait a few years until she's ready before she got tied down. She should definitely wait. 

Grace was reading my face and not liking what she saw. "He wants to meet you." 

"I guess I do need to meet him."

"I want you to be nice to him." She locked with my eyes. "I am in love with him." I could sense there was something else she wasn't saying. She was psyching herself up to tell me. It was then that I noticed Paige eavesdropping just outside the doorway. I sat staring at Grace waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Grace became very nervous and had trouble looking me in the face. "Dad, there's something about him you should know ahead of time. I don't want you to be surprised."

"Yes?"

"He's a little older than me..."

"How much older?"

"He's 30." She said meekly.

"Are you sure about him?" I asked. That was what it took to set her off.

"Dad, of course I'm sure!"

Paige stepped into the room. "Grace let me talk to your dad for a minute. He'll come see you in your room."

Grace was crying as she left. I guess I stepped in it pretty well.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Paige started into me. I wanted to defend myself but Paige didn't let me talk. "Don't you dare do to her what my dad did to me when I told him about you. I needed support and he let me down." I went to say something but Paige went on. "We should at least meet him before we form any opinions."

"Okay, let me go talk to her."

"Tell her you are sorry and you can't wait to meet him." This time my silence was simply me agreeing. 

I walked to Grace's room with Paige as she continued, "30 years old is not too bad. Better than him being 22 and graduating at the same time as her. That would be a real struggle. If he has a job already, it will make life easier. This is like YOU AND ME, only she has had 4 years of college to grow up. You were far worse, stealing my innocence while I was still in high school." Paige was smiling now, she was fondly remembering how we started out. She was right of course.

We arrived outside Grace's bedroom door and I was about to go in. "I think I may steal your innocence again tonight." I gathered Paige into my arms and grabbed her ass. She was still beautiful and had a tiny, hard body after all the years. Her small breast had no sag and her little shapely ass was still perfect. 

Paige lowered her chin and took on a submissive look. "Oh? Are you going to teach me how to love?" She said in a girlish voice.

"Gross! I can hear you two, you know." Grace yelled through her door. 

Paige laughed, gave me a kiss, and walked towards the front door. 

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Next door, I can't wait to tell my parents. Mom is going to laugh, maybe Dad too."

"We should have moved." I grumbled.

The End

***

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Seducing the Neighbor Girl



"You don't say!" I cheered.

"Yes, I do say!" 

"What happened next?" I asked

But he dropped his act. I was disappointed. I was enjoying the recital.

He looked around like he was suddenly afraid someone may overhear, and whispered, "I ah... we did it. Then we slept together in my bed. When we woke up in the morning she wanted to do it again." He was grinning like it was Christmas.

I was happy for him. He's been trying to get Heidi out on a date for months. I had written it off as a lost cause.

"I'm glad it worked out. Have you talked to her?" I asked

"I called Sunday afternoon to make sure she got home okay."

"Well played."

"She wants to go out again tomorrow." Brad was so giddy he was bouncing.

"Do I need to be available as 'wingman'?" I checked.

"No, she wants to see me 'one on one'. Sorry bro, you're on your own. How was Reba?"

"Fine." I answered. He looked disappointed I didn't share more.

"You two looked like you might screw on the table before you left. Did you guys make back to her place before you banged each other's brains out?" he sniggered.

"We didn't go all the way, just fooled around a bit." I lied, without really lying. 

"Really? Too bad. I guess I owe you then." he commiserated.

"Just invite me to the wedding."

"Deal. You can be my best man." 

***

When I got home from work Monday, I felt compelled to call Reba. She was happy to hear from me. I was worried she would want a relationship and I didn't want to have to let her down. We talked for five droll minutes before she broke the news on me, "Look Paul, it was fun, really fun, and we have to do it again, but I know you don't want anything serious and that's fine."

"No, I don't want anything serious." I was relieved, but still felt a little guilty.

We wrapped up the phone conversation but not before she made me agree we could be 'friends with benefits'. And her oral skills could be a huge benefit. Believe me.

Just as I hung up the phone, I saw Paige shaking out a towel on a lounge chair on the patio. I went out to say hello.

"Isn't it a bit late to lay out Paige?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I just got home from studying. And there's still sun."

"I'm going to eat dinner. Do you mind if I sit out here so that we can talk?"

"No. That would be cool Mr. D." 

I retorted, "Okay little miss P." 

She smiled at me.

I sat eating and watching her lay out. She really was hot. There was no way around it. Her body was perfect, highlighted shoulder length chocolate brown hair with bronze and blond streaks, perky tits, athletically trim waist, firm ass, slender arms, slender legs. Her only fault may have been her height; a short 5 foot zero. She was proportionately tiny, probably 90 pounds or less. I imagined the acrobatics I could do with her tiny body in the bedroom. 

We talk about trivial things, but the conversation flowed very naturally and was enjoyable. Paige was very witty and smart. She stayed past sunset. She reluctantly left when she got cold and I was sad to see her leave.

The next day she came over, we repeated the performance except this time I had a plate of food for her; she joined me for dinner. 

After her first bite, "This is good." She seemed surprised and took another bite. "Really good."

"Can you cook?" I asked.

"Not like this." 

"Pop tarts?" I inquired.

"That and jelly beans." She goofed.

"Sounds delicious. You cook next time. I'll bring some juice boxes." 

Again, being together felt right. I couldn't remember the last time I enjoyed someone's company this much. This became our daily routine when I got home from work.

***

Wednesday came and Brad came by to visit after work. He was overflowing with news of Heidi, his new 'girlfriend'. They went out, had fun, had sex. Based on what I could gather she was a big fan of receiving head but not giving. Brad was happy though he loved to go down. 

"We should have a party here." Brad suggested. 

It seemed like I was always trying to not have parties at my house. "Yeah, like the last sausage festival."

"But now I have Heidi to invite her friends." 

"Okay, this is pathetic." I was not convinced.

"Why have this house if you aren't going to entertain." 

"That's your best argument yet, even if it only so that you can find another way to get laid." 

"And what wrong with that? May you can get laid too?"

"Now that is a good excuse in itself really. You should have led with it instead. Okay, when is our party?" I conceded.

"How about Friday?" 

I briefly wondered how it would go over if I invited Paige as my date. Right on queue Paige appeared on the patio she started to lay out in the sun.

"Who the hell is that?" Brad asked with his tongue wagging.

"Hey, stop ogling my future wife." I kidded.

"What is she, like twelve?" Brad stabbed at me.

"Yeah, but I'm saving myself for her." Brad's eyes were like saucers. "No, no, she's eighteen, she has the new car she got from her daddy for her birthday to prove it."

Brad just stared at me, then her, then me, then her, then me. He was giving me motion sickness. 

"Let's go out and say hi." I suggested. Mostly to let her know she had a larger viewing audience than normal. Shit, I didn't think about her being here when Brad had invited himself over. I wondered if she would still stay for dinner.

We went out and I made introductions. Paige was extremely cold and biting with him. She obviously didn't like the intrusion on our 'together' time.

"So, you come over often?" Brad asked.

"Sometimes." She offered. "We don't have a pool at my house." It didn't help her case that she was reading a book.

"Right, the pool." Brad answered he was definitely checking her out.

She leveled a burning glare at him. My sweet little angel was trying to destroy my best friend with her laser vision, it seemed. 

"Brad and I are going into town after we eat. You can have dinner with us if you like."

The second she shifted her attention to me her face and voice be warm and welcoming. "Okay Mr. D." I don't know why I said the next thing. I coolly said, "You know, I've been forgetting to collect the pool use fee, we need to settle up later."

She smiled. "Of course." She pulled a shirt down over her bikini to provide some protection from Brad's wandering eyes and came inside the house.

The three of us ate dinner together. It mostly consisted of Paige giving Brad the evil eye and him discussing Friday party plans. I ignored him best I could and trying to hold a conversation with Paige, but it wasn't working. Brad was commanding too much of my attention.

Paige went home and Brad and I went and met some friends at a billiard bar. Between stories about how wonderful Heidi was he would rib me about my high school goddess.

***

Later that night Reba called to see if she could come to the party. It was obvious she hoping for some time with me.

"Brad said he is throwing a party at your place Friday. Can I come over?"

"Okay, if you'd like to." God this was awkward. 

"Yes, I'd like to." She was short with me, waiting for me to say more.

"Okay I'll see you here then."

We finished the conversation. She was so shallow it was a turnoff, even with the prospect of a repeat performance of her sword swallowing routine.

After I hung up, I wished I could talk to Paige. She held up her end of a conversation much more effectively.

***

Thursday Paige stopped by and wanted assurance that Brad wasn't coming over before coming in. We ate and had a good time. She was much better to be around than Reba. 

After dinner, she saw that I had been playing a first person shooter on the gaming console. "Oh, I love that one. Do you want to try and take me one on one? I'm pretty good." She winked at me.

I had no doubt I would enjoy taking her one on one. "I'm game. I just hope I'm not too much for you to handle."

"Bring it." She smiled with a glint in her eyes.

We played the game and she wasn't kidding, she was good. I held back at first and got my clock cleaned. I found out that I had to try damn hard just to keep up. It turned out we both had a competitive streak a mile wide when it came to games. In short order we were both playing like our lives depended on it cursing at each other and talking smack. She ended up with a few more kills than me mostly due to my slow start. At least that's what I tell myself.

Well after it was dark out we said our goodbyes and she left promising me a rematch and that she would go easier on me next time.

***

Friday came and there were lots of people in my house. We barbequed, drank, swam, had bad, meaningless conversations. It was worse than the sausage festival last time I had a party, at least that night we had a video game tournament on the big screen. These were Heidi's friends so them being shallow and pretentious people went without saying, at least my dorky nerd buddies knew who they were. 

Reba kept draping herself on me. Just after sunset, Reba asked "How about we find a private place so I can have you to myself." I was tempted by the offer, getting head is a hard thing to turn away, but I didn't want her, there was someone else on my mind. I felt almost like I was cheating. Cheating on a high school girl I wasn't in a relationship with.

I declined, went to my room and locked the door. I should have invited Paige to the party.

Saturday morning I emerged for my bedroom to find Brad and Heidi cleaning my house. They told me that pretty much the minute I had gone to bed so had they. Apparently Brad and Heidi fucked the night away. Did they really need my house to do that? Brad and Heidi thought it was great. I guess there was something to humping under someone else's roof I didn't understand.

Everyone else, whom I didn't really know, had already left. We cleaned the house and ate lunch. Then Brad and Heidi took off.

***

Later I made dinner and sat at the patio table to eat, hoping Paige would show up. She was nowhere to be seen. Emotionally, I felt like shit. Reba was willing but I wanted more than just a willing partner.

When I was finished eating Paige finally showed up. She was wearing skin tight blue jeans and light green turtleneck sweater. She was looking sexy as hell even though she wasn't showing much skin. Maybe more sexy than usual. 

My spirits lifted when I saw her, but she looked a little blue.

"Some party you had." She feigned a smile.

"It sucked." She looked at me curiously, I continued, "I'm not having a party like that again."

After a long pause, Paige went straight to the point. "So what, is that girl like your girlfriend now?" it seemed like Paige wasn't just asking, she needed to know. Was she jealous? And, how did she know about Reba?

"No, just a friend." Was Reba even a friend? Sadly, I didn't think so.

"You two looked like more than friends." 

I was mortified. "You saw us?"

"So what, you're like friends with benefits."

"She offered, but I declined."

"She just offered to do you. Like, out of nowhere?"

"There is a little history. We went out once before, but it didn't work out. I don't want see her again, I wish she could take a hint."

Paige's icy mood shifted into something a little more agitated. She looked like she was ready to fight someone.

"That tramp isn't good enough for you anyway." Paige blurted. She was definitely jealous. "You could do so much better. She was so brainless and plain looking." Paige must have been spying on us. "What did you ever see in that stupid whore anyway? Does she like give good head or something?" She stopped and looked at me. She was waiting for me to say something.

I just sat there looking like a dolt, that question was rhetorical wasn't it?

Quietly Paige answered for herself. "That's it, huh. I hit the nail on the head. Pun intended." But her venom came back, "Well you could still do a whole lot better than that cock sucking windbag. That tart. Bitch..." Definitely jealous. 

I had a feeling that the string of insults would continue as long as I would sit and listen. As entertaining as that would have been to hear, I preferred to move the discussion along. 

I leaned forward across the table, looked deep into her eyes and reach out to her hands with mine. "Well, I'd like to do better. Any suggestions?" My tone was imploring her to help me.

Paige leaned forward, leveled her eyes and met my gaze. She spoke a little breathlessly. "You should find yourself a little hotty that will be so good to you that she will make you forget that other girl ever existed." It was clear who she thought that hotty should be.

"I would want to make sure my little miss perfect would have such a good time she would never want to leave." 

"I would like that." Paige's eyes got a little bigger and she grinned like an idiot. "Any girl would" she tried to cover.

I realized Paige, my high schooler, was the only girl I wanted to talk to, even given this screwed up conversation.

"I'm about to have dessert. Would you like to join me inside?" I asked.

"I'd love to 'join with you' inside." But then her parents called out her named "Shit. Rain check. I'll see you later."

***

Sunday morning I staggered toward the kitchen. Paige was already in the backyard. What time was it? Couldn't be much past 9.

I switched directions and joined her on the patio and we regarded each other. She was wearing the briefest bathing suit I could imagine. I had yet to see the same bikini twice. How many did she have?

"For payments past due." She said. She shed her top. She didn't look at me while she sat there. Her eyes focused on her toes, she looked scared. She had just stepped way outside her comfort zone it seemed. It occurred to me that I was not there in person before. I wondered if she was doing this because she thought I needed the extra enticement.

I stood and stared for a few minutes.

"I'm going to bring my coffee out here and sit with you." She looked a little troubled but just stayed rigid topless. "I'll be right back." I promised "Don't you dare move a stitch."

I was inside pouring coffee when Paige shot inside the backdoor closed it and she was leaning against the wall with her bare chest heaving breathlessly. "What the hell is Marty doing here?" She asked.

"Marty, who the hell is Marty?" I looked out and saw the pool boy skimming leaves. "Oh yeah, the Stevens kid. He cleans my pool on Sundays." I said nonchalantly. "Sorry, I forgot. Did he see you?"

"No, I heard him coming. How long until he leaves?"

"Ten minutes or so. Oh! I need to pay him today."

I grabbed a few bills from my wallet. Paige was blocking the back door still dressed for her 'booby tribute show'. I noticed she had on a G-string thong. The material in the front was so small it scarcely covered her folds down below. Not a hair to be seen.

I watched my hand move as if it was controlled by someone else. She stood frozen from when I walked up. I reached out and placed the back of my fingers just below her belly button. My hand moved down and went inside her very brief swim suit bottoms. I pulled it out a little looking inside. I could see the top of her slit. Smooth. She must have just shaved. I slid the money into her G-string and took my hands away. "Why don't you go pay him for me, like this." 

"I don't think so." She was trembling.

"You could probably convince him to split the money with you." She just looked coldly at me. I pulled the G-sting open again, looked inside again, and withdrew my deposit. I could smell her musty scent this time, she must have been getting a little turned on. I kept my hand inside and gripped the material. I used her bikini bottoms as a leash of sorts. I led her away from the door and into the house. She followed very obediently.

"Where are you taking me?" She sounded very optimistic.

"Away from the door. Unless you want him to see you."

"No, this is better." She sounded disappointed.

I went out and Martin had something in his hands. It was Paige's bikini top. Ah shit.

"What-cha got there?" I asked.

He held it up for me to see. I took it from him. "Probably one of Paige's friends. I let them use the pool while I was out last weekend." I sort of lied. "I'll give it to her."

Marty seemed awestruck. That's right kid just get a house with a pool and you too could live the dream. Not really though. Marty was a geeky freshman. He really had no chance with the girls, especially Paige's friends. I paid Marty and watched him leave. Poor kid.

On my way back in I saw Paige's bag by the lounge chair. I stuffed the bikini top in it and noticed her phone. I went inside with the bag and did not see her. I quickly took out her phone and called my cell. I hung up immediately and put the phone away. "Paige?" I called out.

She stepped from the hall, "This place is awesome! I can't believe it's the same house. You did a great job." She gushed. I notice what she was wearing. Her tour route apparently had a stop in my closet and she had taken a t-shirt as a souvenir, it went down to her mid thighs. 'Big Tuna Adventure' the shirt promised. I got it during a fishing vacation in Baja. It worked for her much better than me. I landed a 130 pounder on that trip. I smiled at the 90 pounder was working on landing right now. 

I walked very close to her, toe to toe, and she looked straight up into my eyes expectantly. I lifted her bag up to her between our bodies purposely brushing the valley between her tits with my hand. 

"I rescued your dignity from Marty." I showed her the bikini top and told her about the conversation that had occurred between him and me, letting her in on the cover story. I patted her ass and told her, "Your secret remains safe with me."

She wrapped her arms around me in a hug and mashed her globes against my sternum. My hand was wonderfully trapped in her cleavage. I dropped the bag and kicked it to the side. I wiggled my hand around to cop a feel of one tit while my other hand gripped her firm ass. 

"My savior", she said into my chest. 

My dick started to prod her stomach. She tilted her head back closed her eyes and pursed her lips. I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. 

At the moment this encounter was about to turn that corner I wanted to reach, inopportunity knocked at the front door. I awkwardly walk her over to the front door her arms still around me, mine hands still groping her, and through the peep hole I saw Martin Stevens. 

I told her "I think I should answer." Paige gave me a quick peck on the lips, turned grabbed her bag and ran out the back of the house for safety before I could suggest the bedroom would make an excellent hiding place. Under the covers of my bed, even better. 

It turned out I had grossly overpaid Marty. And bless his honest heart he brought back the fifty dollar bill that had slipped in with his pay. It was hard to be too mad at him for breaking up my conquest but I would rather he had just pocketed the money in this case. I thanked him while inwardly cursing him. 

I went back and cooked breakfast. While I was eating I kept an eye on the patio but the little vixen did not return. I picked up my cell and transferred the missed call I had made from her phone to my contacts list. I named it Big Tuna. That put a smile on my face. 

Paige never showed back up, so later that night, when I was settling in for bed, I texted her, "Why did you steal my shirt?"

"???", was the reply. 

"This morning. My big tuna shirt." I reminded her.

"Mr D?"

I wondered, "Who else could it be? Did you go on a shirt stealing spree after you left or something?"

"omg howd u gt my *" She replied almost instantly.

Crap, what did it mean? I was no good at text lingo. 45 seconds later I figure out she wanted to know 'How did I get her number?'

I typed out in long hand, "You left your phone in the yard with that excuse of a bikini top this morning." Maybe she would take the hint and use English when she typed back.




Seducing the Neighbor Girl



There was three microsecond pause. "Ive ur * 2"

I sighed and dialed her number and she answered.

"So, why?" I asked her at once.

"Why what?"

"Why did you take the shirt."

"It was weird being your house naked."

"More weird than my backyard?"

"Touché. You're not getting it back you know. I'm sleeping in it now."

I sat there staring at the phone. Wondering what to say. 

She continued, "I like the way it smells. It's like you are here with me."

"Creepy. Cute, but still creepy. And kind of a one sided arrangement." 

"Oh no, we traded. Check under your pillow."

I reached under and found the postage stamp size bikini bottoms I had slid my hand into earlier. It looked more like an eye patch than a bathing suit. I didn't need to bring to my nose to know they smelled like her. They were clearly marked by her scent.  

"Hello?" Paige called out.

"Sorry, I got distracted. I found them."

"Do I need a hand check." She inquired. I could hear the smile on her voice.

"Maybe later."

"It's okay. I was distracting myself when you called."

She was definitely throwing me off. "You should have come back today so we could pick up where we left off."

"I wanted to, but my mom dragged me off shopping. I tried to tell her I'd rather stay home but it was hard to justify without telling her I really wanted to sneak off to make out with the neighbor some more."

"You missed dinner too."

"That was the worst part. You know I've only been using you for your good food."

"Missing dinner was worse than missing out on the other possibilities?"

"Yes. But the other thing is a very close second."

"Okay, I'm going to sleep. Enjoy the shirt. Good night Paige."

"Good night Mr. D."

"You know, little miss P, you can call me Paul."

"Paul"

"Yes?"

"Paul. I like saying that. Good Night Paul."

"Good night Paige."

***

The next few days we ate dinner together, we kissed a little, we felt each other up a little, we viciously battled each other on the game console (we played video games for blood), but not much else happened. She always had to get back home. 

Then one night I did not see Paige, so I called. "I haven't seen you around." 

"Oh sorry I lost track of time. I have a term paper due this week." 

I was happy she wasn't avoiding me. "Oh, sounds cool." 

"You know what would be cool? You could help me with it..."

My eyeballs flew out of my head and bounced around the room like those rubber super-balls. It was a nightmare or a flashback to high school. I was actually reliving it.

"What the hell was that sound?" She asked. I guess I didn't conceal myself very well. "Are you okay?"

"No. I just choked on my soup."

"You're eating soup?"

"No. What is the paper on?" Don't you dare volunteer us, I warned the little head in my pants. Although, he did deserve some credit for letting the girls (and by extension Paige) into the backyard. 

"It's a report on Macbeth."

"Thank god." I accidentally said out loud. I couldn't be of any help. 

"Why?"

I didn't want to tell her my anxiety about being used for homework. "A smart girl like you should be able to knock that out no problem." Was all I could come up with.

"Yeah, but it still sucks. Do you miss me? Is that why you called?"

"Yes. We had a nice routine going."

"Ahhh, I see. You miss my girls." She must be referring to her boobs I guessed.

"My boy certainly does."

"That's not really fair you know. I haven't met him yet. Not the way you've met my girls."

"But you saw my chest first."

"Not the same."

"Don't pretend that you don't like to look at it."

"Okay, but even if I concede this ridiculous point, which I don't, you did look in my pants." She reminded me.

"Fair is fair, next time you are over, I'll see if I can arrange something." 

"On my way now. Meet me at the back door."

I laughed at her joking. Her dry, hyperbolic style of humor was great. I was grinning until I heard doors opening and closing in the background on her phone. The wind blowing across the receiver. Her shoes on concrete. "Are you really coming over?"

"Fuck yeah. I'm not missing this opportunity" A second later "Ooh I can see in the windows when it's dark out. Can you see me?" 

I could. She was the pretty brunette in my backyard waving at me with a phone to her ear.

I opened the door. And closed the window shades. 

"Well?" she looked at me expectantly. She crossed arms under her tits framing them nicely. 

"You've caught me cold here. I wouldn't be very impressive at the moment. But if you took your shirt off..." but just the thought of her tits was getting my engine started. "Oh wait, I think it's coming around. You will join me right?"

"Depends. If I like what I see, maybe."

I decided to change things up. Increase my odds of getting her naked quickly. I walked over to her and started to tug at her shirt

She stepped back. "What are you doing? It's your clothes that are supposed to come off." 

"I think we should each unwrap our own presents." I started to lift her shirt.

She signed and started to unbutton my dress shirt pushing it off my shoulders to the floor. I pulled hers over her head. 

She pulled my undershirt off. She paused and ran her hands over my bare chest. 

"See, you do like it." I teased.

"Yeah, Yeah." She started to undo my belt. Then the front of my slacks. She pulled them down and I stepped out.

I got her pants off. We were both in our underwear. Me in my boxers, her in semi-transparent white lace demicup bra and matching tight boy shorts. She looked better than an underwear model in a catalog. A very hot, erotic model.

"Do you always wear underwear like that?" 

"Yeah why?" She thought it was no big deal.

"Wait." I ordered. I started to drag her to another room.

"What now?" She was annoyed. I took her through the house to the rec room I built. It had its own back door off the side of the patio.

"Let's skinny dip." I always wanted to but never had a partner before.

She just shrugged her shoulders. "Okay."

I unsnapped her bra and pulled it off her arms. She kneeled down and pulled down my boxers. The elastic pulled my member down, when my hardness sprung back up it hit her in the nose. She squealed, leaned back on her heels and stared at it big eyed. She just looked rubbing some of my pre-cum off of her nose. I stepped out of the shorts and stood still and waited for her to get her fill.

"So, do you like what you see? Can I take yours off now?" She silently nodded. I pulled her to her feet but her eye's didn't break contact with my dick. I slid her panties to the floor and she stepped out of them.

My god she was the hottest girl I had ever seen naked, magazines and videos included. And she was here for me.

I turned and picked up two terrycloth robes. She pouted, "We're getting dressed now?" 

"Not yet." I made sure all of the sensor lights were shutoff in the yard so that we would not be unexpectedly exposed and led her out to the patio.

We walked out to the pool. I dropped the robes in a chair near the pool and stepped into the shallow end. With me on the top step and her outside the pool we were nearly the same height. I turned and kissed her. A deep passionate kiss. I put my arms around her and pull us together so that we touched lips to thighs. She put her arms around my neck and I groped her ass. I felt a spark between us this was better than any other kiss before somehow. When I pulled back she was fevered looking and breathless. I stepped back to a lower step and she stepped into the water.

"Holy Fuck! That's cold." She spat.

"Shhhh, your parents will hear you."

"No, they're out to dinner late. We should hear their car if they get back. But the water is too cold."

"You'll get used to it. Besides I'll keep you warm." I retreated deeper into the water. I dragged a very reluctant girl with me. She jumped into my arms wrapping her legs around me to avoid the water. I had a naked women wrapped tightly around me. As I descended into the water she just gripped tighter.

Once we were both up to our necks I put my lips against hers. Her hard nipples smashed into my chest. She clung extra tight for warmth she wrapped he legs around me and we kissed with our tongues dancing in each other's mouths. I placed my hands under her ass and lifted her up so I could suckle on the lovely flesh of her chest. I sank my fingers into her slit. I had two fingers in and I was probing around looking for the right spot. 

She clutched my shoulders and started making cute mewing kitten noises. Very cute. I lowered her back into a kiss. A frenzied Kiss. I kept my two fingers working in her pussy. It was a very tight fit. She constricted her legs around me and wriggled her ass on my hands grunting into my mouth. She getting off. When I perceived her climaxing ceased, I broke the kiss. Fingers still in but not moving. 

"This is great but I'm freezing to death. Let's go back inside. Please." She pleaded.

I pulled my fingers out but kept my hands under her. I carried her to the concrete set her down and put her robe on her. I put my robe on and led her back to the house. I had installed bathroom with a shower in the rec room for the guests who used the pool and wanted to change or clean off after.

I led her to the shower and adjusted the water until it was hot. Once it was up to temp, I pulled Paige's robe off her body and discarded my own. I pushed her into the tiny shower stall. There was a small seat I the back of the stall and the remaining space was barely big enough for one person. Two people need to touch to share it. I went to my knees between her feet and attacked her clit with my tongue. She didn't expect the assault. She screamed, but grabbed my head with both hands and wouldn't release me. 

I usually like to tease a little bit first but tonight I went right in after her clit. Her juices flowed freely. When I inserted my two fingers into her tight wet hole and roughly dragged at her g-spot, she almost immediately started to buck. Then it happened. The damn broke and she squirted about a hundred gallons of cum in my face. That was a first for me. I felt a pride in my accomplishment.

"Oh god. I'm so sorry. Mr. D." She looked at me in horror as she collapsed like a rag doll onto the shower seat.

"Don't be sorry. You just came. Extra hard. That's was the idea." It was, wasn't it?

"Yeah, but is that supposed to happen?"

"Only to really lucky girls. At least we are in the shower." I stood up. On the seat she was eye level with my hard on, who was starting to feel left out of the party.

Paige reached out a pumped it slowly. I put my legs on either side of her knees and moved my dick close to her face. I rubbed my hand tenderly along the side of her face.

She looked up at me. "I don't normally do this kind of thing you know. I'm a good girl. I tell the boys no."

I clearly looked disappointed. 

"I tell boys no. But you're my man." She clarified.

I heard her say 'my man' and I liked the sound of it. "You don't have to if you don't want to." I allowed.

"I want to. I want to make you mine; I want to make you happy. It's just that I don't know how to do this part. I'm afraid I won't be good enough for you."

"Just do what seems natural. I'll coach from there."

She tentatively licked the tip then the sides. She pumped a bit with her hand. She looked up into my eyes opened up and took her first mouthful of cock ever.

It was beautiful. The most beautiful thing I ever saw.

She sucked on the end moving her hand on the lower half. She held her hand still and bobbed her head on the top half. She alternated between these two techniques. A short while later I was getting close.

I let her know, "I'm going cum."

She looked up uncertain of what to do. 

"Just aim for your tits."

I shot a large stream into her cleavage. Then another and another and another. She was a beautiful mess. 

"Was I as good as super tramp?" God, was Reba still on her mind?

"Much better."

"You stink at lying. I'll get better. I promise. Just let me practice on you. I'll make you forget she ever existed"

"Already happened. Please don't talk about her again."

After rinsing Paige, I shut off the water and toweled her off. Then I suggested, "Let's get to bed" 

"I have to get home. I've been gone too long already."

"First, I have something to give you." We walked naked hand in hand to my bedroom.

I pulled her into the closet and waved my hand toward the rack of T-shirts. "You need a new one."

"Really!" she bounced with glee. "I almost took this one last time." She went straight for one that said 'I get turned on by big ideas'. It had a side picture of a light switch in the up position. There was a feminine hand with one finger extended stroking the underside of the switch with her finger tip. The proportioning was all wrong. The switch was much bigger than the mystery ladies finger. I had gotten it at a work conference but for some reason I only wore it for house work. 

She held to her face "Oh and it smells like you. The other shirt is losing its touch." 

"Maybe you can rotate them. I could wash and wear them occasionally."

"Or we could just sleep together every night and I can stop worrying about wearing shirts to bed."

"Does your dad own a shotgun?"

"Yes. Two actually. Why?" She put on a dear in the headlights look. 

"You play a dingy too well."

"I better leave before I end up staying the night."

She put on her new shirt and her pants. She started to leave. 

"What about the rest of your clothes?"

"Use them to amuse yourself." She said as she left. 

I was hooked and we both knew it. Shit, I was worshipping a popular high school girl. Only this time I was going to get some.