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Just Being Neighbourly

By: Sterling



As Jade pulled into her suburban driveway she noticed a rather large young man mowing her neighbors lawn.

"That can't be Ben" she thinks to herself, "He's just grown so much... Oh my." 

Jade dropped her eyes to give him a proper appraisal, glanced up and down his large framed eight inch over six foot body, and was very surprised with her own arousal. Jade was never too interested in sex because she had only been with her very traditional asian husband Lee, whom held the idea of sex being three minutes of furious pumping into he's ejaculated and then rolls off and passes out.

"Stop that... He's just a boy and besides you are married." she chides herself and returns to the task of pulling into her garage and opening the back of her SUV to retrieve her groceries. Her mind, however, doesn't listen to her and she finds herself beginning to sweat from the heat of her fantasy.

"Here, let me help you with that." boomed a deep barotone voice from behind her.

Jade felt him approach her and found herself growing a bit moist between her legs. 

She turned, flustered, and replied, "Oh, thank you." 

Jade's train of thought might have finished but she found herself staring into the deep brown pools of Ben's eyes and, anxiously, she turned and bumped into the side of the SUV. Realising what she has just done she let out a nervous giggle and grabbed two handfuls of bags and quickly made her way to the door of her home.

Pushing open the door with her left foot, she broke the plane of her entry and headed for the kitchen with Ben following closely behind. Setting her bags down on the counter, with Ben following suit, she began to buzz from the counter to the fridge and various cupboards placing her purchases in their places of storage. 

"Thank Y--", Jade attempted to say but was cut off with Ben's response, "Would love a beer."

Not to be a bad hostess for someone who had just done her a favour she pulled a bottle of her husband's Asahi Beer from the fridge, opened the bottle, handed it to Ben with a smile and continued her quick, robotic, movements of placing everything away.

"What a great little piece of ass," Ben thought to himself with his, rather frank, leering at Jade's five foot tall petite frame. Ben's eyes roved over her porcelain skin of her cute face and followed the trail to her, small, but alluring cleavage and cashmere covered breasts. 

"Not bad at all..." he thought as Ben's leering dropped her, jean covered, tight little asian ass. 

Unawares with her guests lude sexual thoughts that would put her previous fantasy to shame, Jade bends over to reach the low shelves and puts away her fruits and vegetables.

"Oh... She did that on purpose. Alright, I'll just have to fuck this little tease." Ben said to himself.

Lee pulled into his driveway and, oddly, the garage door was open. He reminded himself to chastise Jade for leaving the door open but was, none the less, happy to be home. Lee exited his sedan and headed towards the door, opened it, and entered his house. He heard voices from the kitchen and saw a large young man drinking one of his beers and his wife bending over in the fridge in front of him.

"What's going on here?" Lee barked

Jade jumped up and began to apologize but Ben cut her off, "Just being neighbourly." 

Lee grabbed his wife by the arm and led her into their bedroom and sharply asked, "Why is this man in my house with my wife by themselves?"

Jade guiltily replied, "He is our neighbours son and helped me bring in the groceries."

"And you bending over in front of him like a common prostitute!" Lee shouted and he brought back his hand to land a thundering slap on the face of his wife when he felt a large meaty hand wrap around his wrist like a steel jaw trap.

"Not so fast." Ben interjected with a sharp cuff to the neck of Lee.

The five foot four, slim, Lee crumpled to the floor with a sharp exhale of breath while a yelp escaped the mouth of Jade. Confused, Jade didn't know if she should thank him for stopping her husband from slapping her or to be upset for striking her husband. She stood petrified by the situation. Ben quick yanked off Lee's trousers, tore them into strips and tied his hands and feet together. Jade, still confused with what was happening began to find her voice.

"What-- What are you doing?" She implored

"Well", Ben replied, "I just tied up your husband, who should be awake again any moment, and now I'm going to fuck your brains out."

Jade wasn't sure she heard him correctly but he strolled towards her with intent and Jade knew fear. Fear of the large boy, fear of her husband's reaction to all this, fear of the incredible large bulge that she just noticed in Ben's pants.

"No! Leave me alone!" Jade shrieked before Ben roughly grabbed her by the throat.

Ben grabbed her thin Cashmere sweater and roughly ripped it from her frame which was quickly followed by her bra. Ben's mouth lowered to her tiny nipples she let out a scream which was cut off with a large open handed slap that left her head buzzing and her vision fuzzy. Ben used this moment to throw her onto the bed and yank her jeans off and savagely tore her panties from her body.

"No! No!" Jade managed to let loose when Ben grabbed her deep black hair with one hand and used the other to undo his belt and let loose his nine inch monster.

As Lee's vision and conciousness returned he began to understand what had transpired and what was happening before his eyes. His beautiful, tiny, wife was about to rudely violated by... the largest cock he has ever seen. The thought, as repugnant as it might have been, was becoming quite alluring to Lee. Lee's small four and a half inch hardon began to protrude from his boxer shorts much to his, massively erotic, horror that began to unfold before his eyes.

"Oh god no... Please no!" Jade squelled and glanced over her shoulder to see the largest cock she has ever imagined wavely proudly over her naked round bottom. The sheer horror of the thought caused panic bells to sound in her brain.

"That won't fit! It won't---" Jade was cut off by her own scream as Ben pulled her legs apart and unceremoniously rammed his cock into her pussy with all his strength. Feeling herself being torn apart was too much for Jade and her body just shut down.

"Oh shit... That's a tight cunt" Ben said as he pumped his cock inside this limp, tiny, asian beauty. "That's right... That's how a real man fills a little cocktease." Ben spat towards the prone shape of Lee.

When Jade came about she was feeling pleasure like she have never felt before. She felt full in a sense that was completely foreign and moaned. 

"I knew you'd like this... Looking at the pathetic excuse for a cock that is poking out of your husbands boxers I can see you needed a REAL cock to fill you up." Ben ranted proudly.

Lee watched his bride begin to writhe underneath the massive form of Ben as he pounded her with a cock that would make a donkey proud. 

Ben glanced down and saw his massive penis sliding in out of Jade's torn, tight, little pussy causing a mixture of her juices and blood to stain the bedspread. A smile of pride alit his face that he could cause this little asian to bleed with the size of his cock. Ben noticed how much Jade began to move on her own as, he knew, he touched places inside of her that she had never known existed felt it time to claim what is now his...

"Can your husband fuck you like I can?" He asked

Jade heard the question but didn't want to respond. Ben took the non-response as an insult and roughly yanked her hair pulling her head painfully back.

"Did you fucking hear what I said you little fuckhole?!" Ben shouted

"No... No he can't! He has a tiny dick! He's never made me orgasm! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She began to rant, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Over and over again. An unknown heat and delirium filled Jade as her body began to wrack and shiver in a way she hasn't experienced before. She felt herself tensing in a way that made her feel like she was going to burst and then it happened. All the mounting pleasure erupted and she cried out and shook uncontrollably, babbling deliriously, and trying to breathe. Her first orgasm. How glorious it was and how much she wanted another. She knew now that she would submit to Ben's hunger whenever he wanted to have her pussy.

Lee's heart sank as he realised what she was saying must have been true. That his little baby dick couldn't pleasure her like this young boy could. He watched with rapt attention and he saw something he could never give her. A proper fucking. A tear began to roll down his cheek.

"That's right. This pussy is mine. I'm going to have this whenever I want do you understand me?" Ben asked

"Yes." Both Lee and Jade responded at the same time. Unsure of which person he was talking too. Lee had tears streaming down his face resigned to the fact that this boy would be fucking his wife whenever he wished.

"Now, I'm going to give you the best gift that I can," Ben began, "I'm going give you my genes so your son can have fighting chance of making a woman cum." 

Ben slammed himself into her deeply and orgasmed in her cunt, spraying her inner walls with his hot cum. Jade couldn't believe how much cum was being dumped into her. She felt her pussy filling up with copius amounts of Ben's seed in her unprotected womb. 

"You aren't to go on birth control, understand?" Ben asked as he pulled his cock from her torn, overflowing, and used pussy.

"Now, because I am such a nice guy, and I don't want your sissy bitch of a girl to feel left out", Ben said as he kneeled down infront of Lee, "I'm going to let him clean my cock." And offered his still erect penis to Lee. Lee looked at the hanging monster in front of him and opened his mouth to allow it access, fully submitting himself, as his wife did to this young man's appetites. Tasting the blood, and mixture of cum he sucked the boy's huge cock to the best of his ability untill it wilted in his mouth and Ben removed it. With a glance at the panting form of Jade and the oddly calm face of Lee, Ben pulled his pants back up and headed towards the door.

"Tomorrow, You are going to have a key cut for me so I can get in and out whenever I need too. Now, I'm going to hit the gym and back in a few hours for a bit more." Ben began to exit and stopped, "One of your asses is going to get fucked tonight, you guys best figure out which one of you wants it." 

Ben walked out of their home, but not their lives.

Just Being Neighbourly



I've had this story on my radar for quite a while, but never really knew what to do with it. Suddenly, inspiration struck, and two days later, here we are. 

I want all my readers to know that I've been listening to your feedback. I've written 50 stories so far (this is number 51), and the only 2 with disappointing ratings are the 2 with the least character. I promise to never again write a tale just for the sake of writing it, and I'd like at some point to rewrite those 2 'failures'.

I like this one, and I hope you do, too. It might be a series, but, as always, I leave that to you. Please send me your thoughts, and cast your votes. 

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I walked over to the 'For Sale' sign on the front lawn. There was a 'SOLD' banner affixed diagonally across the sign. It was now my front lawn. My new front lawn. I pulled, but the sign wouldn't budge. 

I suppose that's an effect of the house being on the market for so long. The sign had become firmly entrenched. I kicked it a few times, then wiggled it back and forth, widening the gap around the post. At last, I wrenched it free, and held it aloft like a victorious combatant. 

"Take that!" I muttered, and tossed it aside. 

I stood in my yard, looking at my house. It was a nice enough starting point, with potential, but truthfully, I didn't care for the inside much. It was old, and cramped, with numerous tiny rooms that didn't fit well with modern life. I was going to be busy for quite a while with this one. 

The surrounding yard and area are what really got my attention when I saw the listing. It was a long established neighbourhood, with very large lots, and individually built homes. By that I mean, not done by one contractor, as a subdivision. There were big, mature trees everywhere. When I put in the offer, the house had been empty for two years, so I tested the sellers desperation. Turns out they were pretty close to giving up, and took the offer quickly. 

So now I was a homeowner again. 'I' was. There was no 'we'. 

***

Inside, I looked at the bare plaster walls, and tried to envision what I wanted to do with the place. I walked over to my bag, and pulled out a can of spray paint. I spent a few minutes marking the walls I thought should go, the doorways I'd like to move, and that sort of thing. A friend of mine, who was an engineer, would be visiting tomorrow, and we would hash out the details of posts, headers and bearing walls then. Until we did, I kept my sledgehammer holstered. 

Besides, I was planning to live here through the process, so I couldn't just gut the place. A carefully thought out plan was needed, so I would have a functional home while I destroyed the rest of it. 

Construction was no problem. Neither was plumbing, or minor HVAC. The only thing I'd need help with was electrical, because that kind of scared me. Not the potential of getting a shock. Rather the potential of burning the house down by doing it wrong. I had no problem deferring to licensed professionals for that work. 

Well, that's not entirely true. I had one problem with electricians. Specifically, the three that had been working on my last house. Their work had been just fine. My only quibble was them fucking my wife. 

That house had been progressing nicely, and I came home one day to a pretty quiet scene, until I stopped in the kitchen. That's when I heard the sounds. 

I had heard them before. Belinda, my wife, had a rather unique vocalization during sex...a squeaky yelp that I used to find endearing...but only when it was my cock causing it. Walking quietly down the hall, I saw them. 

Belinda was plugged full. In electrical terms, her box was maxed out. She had three outlets and they were all in use. Yes, that's right...my petite little bride of ten years was taking it every way a woman can, all at once. One in the pussy, one in her formerly pretty, kissable mouth (which I would never kiss again), and one in her ass. What's more, it didn't appear that she was being forced to do any of it, if her sounds were any indication. 

While I watched, the guy in her mouth stiffened, and grunted, obviously spewing down her throat. She swallowed most of it, but her face caught a few stray gobs. 

"More! I want more!" she hissed. The guy in her ass pulled out, and moved around so she could suck him. She didn't even hesitate, gobbling the shaft that had only seconds earlier been stretching her bowel open. He came too, and she smiled as his semen sprayed her face, catching what she could with her tongue. It was too much for the guy under her, and her exploded inside her pussy, while she voiced her disappointment in not getting a third facial. 

I walked out, stunned. Belinda and I had always been happy, or so I thought. Now, suddenly she's a porn star, and I don't think I know her at all. Worse yet, when I confronted her later, she denied it...at first...then wasn't even contrite. I began to wonder exactly how long I had been a dupe, and how many other men had been banging my supposedly faithful wife. 

I started the divorce the next day. If I couldn't trust her, I couldn't love her. 

***

So that's what led me here. New home. New life. No wife. Thirty-one years old. 

For nearly a month, since I moved in, I had buried myself in work and renovations. I was making good progress, and keeping my mind off the way my life used to be. I could do without women for a while. 

I was getting ready to hoist a new header into place over a doorway that had become a six foot wide arch, when the doorbell rang. It (the doorbell) was hanging loosely by its wires in mid air, in what used to be the main hall, so it made an awful racket. I answered quickly, so whomever it was wouldn't ring again. 

I opened the door, and found a pretty brunette. 

"Hi, I'm Charlotte...your neighbour, three doors down. We haven't met yet," she smiled. 

"Of course. I'm Dan," I replied, wiping the dust off my hand before offering it. 

"We're having a little barbecue later today...kind of a neighbourhood mixer...and my husband and I wanted to invite you," she said, shaking my hand. "I can see you're busy, but if you can pry yourself away, we'd love to welcome you to the neighbourhood." Another smile. 

Well, I guess I could use a break. 

"Okay. I have about an hour of stuff to do, but I'll be there. Three doors, you say?" I laughed. 

"Yes!" she grinned. "That way," she pointed. "See you then." 

"Should I bring anything?" I asked. She was already walking away. 

"No, just yourself. You're our guest," she called over her shoulder. 

I closed the door, and went back to my task. It didn't take long, then I hit the shower and changed. Despite Charlotte's insistence that I needn't bring anything, I dug a bottle of wine out of a box, and headed out. 

***

Being the only one I 'knew' at the party, Charlotte took me by the arm and introduced me around. I must admit, the names began to blur after the first dozen people or so. Everyone was friendly, and in pairs. I was the only soloist so far. 

With the round complete, she was just about to cut me loose, when she noticed one person she had missed. She seemed hesitant. 

"That's your next door neighbour, Karen," she said softly. "Poor dear, she hasn't been the same since her husband died suddenly a year ago. She used to be so vibrant and happy. I had to practically drag her here today." 

I looked across the yard at her, sitting quietly in a lawn chair, nursing a drink, and obviously wishing to be elsewhere. Misery loves company. I walked over. 

"Hi, I'm Dan. I hope the banging hasn't been keeping you awake," I said, extending my hand. She had a beautiful mane of wavy red hair, and very attractive blue eyes. 

"Um, I'm sorry...banging?" she asked, taking my hand, her brow furrowed. 

"Yes. I'm the source of the noise next door. Your new neighbour," I laughed. 

"Oh, that? Don't worry about it. I've hardly heard a thing," she smiled. "I'm Karen."

"May I sit?" I asked. She hesitated slightly. 

"Yes, of course. Take a seat." We sat in silence for a minute or two. "So, what are you doing over there, at your house I mean? You and your wife renovating?" 

"Renovating yes...wife no," I replied. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just assumed..." she apologized. 

"No problem," I smiled, then continued, solemnly. "I'm sorry to hear about your loss." 

"Ah, Charlotte filled you in, did she?" I nodded. "She's a bit of a busybody. I do appreciate your sentiment, however." She sat, deep in thought for a few seconds, then shook her head. "Enough. Tearing the place apart, are you?" 

"Pretty much," I laughed, and we spent some time talking about my plans. She knew the previous owners, and had been in the house often, so she had a fair idea what I was talking about. Her eyes showed genuine interest. 

Sitting next to her, I was able to get a good look at my new neighbour. She would appear to be pretty tall, if the length of her smooth, muscular legs was any indication. Unlike many of the other women here, I didn't see any spread in her midsection. Then there was her chest, very full, round and attention getting. Apparently, I lived next door to the neighbourhood hottie. Things might be looking up. 

The party was a welcome distraction, and it was nice to finally meet everyone that shared my location. Still, it had to end sometime, and as darkness fell, I said my goodbyes, getting hugs from several of the women, including Charlotte. I looked over, and Karen was standing. She was tall, and had a hopeful smile on her face. 

"Do you mind if I walk home with you?" she asked. "I don't like being out alone in the dark." 

"Of course," I replied, and we walked out, down the long driveway, and out to the street. 

'Three doors' in this area was about four hundred feet, and Karen's house was one past mine. It took a couple of minutes, and we walked in silence, while I tried not to get caught checking her out again. She was wearing shorts that were quite brief, and quite snug, showing off a very nicely shaped bum, and those long legs. I'd been several months without female companionship, and it was starting to take a toll. My eyes were now on the prowl. 

I walked Karen to her front door, and waited while she unlocked the it. Her front light was on, and when she turned to face me, I could see a few small lines on her face, the only outward indicators of her age. Her eyes looked over my face, and I peeked at her lips, which appeared very soft and kissable. Those lips pecked me on the cheek. 

"Thank you for walking me home, and welcome to the neighbourhood," she smiled, and waved as she stepped in. "Goodnight."

***

I didn't see much of anyone for the next few weeks. A few long distance waves, or honks from passing cars, but that was it. Chalk it up to the nature of the heavily treed area. 

I made good progress inside the house, and had the downstairs nearly completed, save the trim, paint, and flooring, anyway. It was Friday, and I was giving myself the night off, lounging in my bedroom, watching TV, when the doorbell rang. 

I was still dressed, so I hustled down the stairs, flipped on the front light, and opened the door. 

"Karen! What are you doing out in the dark?" I laughed. 

"Help! Come with me please!" she gasped frantically, leading the way. I followed, noticing for the first time that she was barefoot, and dressed for bed. 

"I didn't know who else to turn to, and you're the closest, and I figured since you're doing renovations, you'd know what to do..." she explained, over her shoulder as she went. She ducked through the bushes between our lots, taking a shortcut, and ran up her front steps. As I stepped in, she was standing at the kitchen door, anxiously. I could hear water gushing. 

I rushed in. Karen was now trying to stem the tide that was fountaining up from the cold water side of the faucet, using a towel. It wasn't working. Water was everywhere, spraying her in the face, the wall, the fridge...and pooling on the floor. 

"I tried the shutoff," she sputtered, "but I couldn't turn it. I'm not strong enough!"

I dropped into the growing puddle...damn, that water was cold!...and reached into the bottom of the cupboard. I couldn't get a good grip, so I rolled onto my back, banging into her leg. Her foot slipped, and she stepped over me, but I was too busy fighting with the stuck handle to notice. It was jammed. When I looked up through the curtain of water cascading off the counter onto me, I saw her legs. All of her legs. All the way to the top. She was wearing boy-shorts, but they were soaked, plastered to her legs, and showing a little patch of red curls at the crotch. 

"No good!" I yelled. "Basement?" 

"Over there..." she called, nodding left to the door. I scrambled out through her legs, and raced down the stairs. 

It took me a minute to find the main, but I did, and thankfully, this handle worked. I cranked it closed. 

I looked at myself. I was drenched, and swept the wet hair out of my face, taking a deep breath as I walked up the stairs. 

"Got it," I said as I stepped into the soggy kitchen. Holy shit! I gasped. 

Karen was leaning back against the counter top, catching her breath, and trying to untangle her wet mop. Her hair wasn't the only thing that was wet. Her pink top and shorts were nearly transparent, and glued to her curves like a second skin. She may as well have been naked, and her nipples were standing tall, presumably from the cold water. She was gorgeous, but I had to assume she didn't know she was giving me the show of a lifetime. 

"Um, Karen?" I laughed, averting my eyes with difficulty. 

"Yes?" she replied, looking at me, then catching a glimpse of the pink prongs that were poking holes in her top. "Oh my god!" she gasped, and turned away, hiding her front but showing me her luscious ass in the process. "I, um, I..." she blurted, fumbling in a drawer for another towel. She came out with one, but it was too small to cover both her boobs, let alone her pussy, which she may not even know she was showing me. 

"It's okay. Go change, and I'll clean up here," I offered, trying to ease her embarrassment. 

"Thank you. Close your eyes?" she giggled. 

"Of course," I smiled, and did. 

"Thank you!" she called as she raced out, leaving me alone with a small lake, a few towels, and an erection. 

About five minutes later, she was back, fully dressed, overdressed in fact, and my erection had faded, so neither of us had anything to be embarrassed about. I had managed to sop up the majority of the water, and was now looking over the broken faucet handle. It was a very old piece of plumbing, as was the shutoff, so I wasn't surprised it broke. 

"I just wanted a small drink of water," Karen sighed, "and look what happened. Thank you so much for rescuing me. I guess I'm calling a plumber tomorrow."

"I can help you, if you'd like. I fixed the plumbing at my house, so I'd be happy to fix yours too." 

Yes, I heard it. I didn't mean it to sound sexual, but it sure did. Freud would say it wasn't an accident. 

Karen was trying to control her smirk, but failed, and burst out laughing. 

"Let me rephrase that," I winced... 

"I think I know what you meant, and thank you," she giggled. "Okay, so what do we need to do?" 

"Well, we need a new faucet for sure, and new shutoffs...that actually shut off..." I listed. "I have the tools, so it shouldn't take too long. However, until then, you are out of water." 

"Damn!" she gasped. "That's right, isn't it? No shower, no toilet..." 

"No problem," I added. "I have both, and extra room. You could stay at my place until we get it fixed." 

Yes, I heard that too. I swear I wasn't hitting on her, or suggesting anything untoward. 

She stared at me for several seconds, her blue eyes twinkling, as if trying to make a decision, before she nodded. 

"Okay. I'll get some stuff together, and come over in a few minutes. Thank you again," she smiled, and kissed my cheek once more. "My hero." 

I went home, changed out of my wet clothes, into dry ones, and raided the linen closet. I had just finished making up the bed in the spare room, when she rang. 

I let her in. She looked like a sexy participant in a sleepover, toting a pillow and small overnight bag. 

"Hi bunkie!" she giggled. "Where's my room?" 

She followed me upstairs, and into the spare room. The upstairs was, as yet, largely untouched, so she knew where everything was. 

"Thank you again, Dan. If not for you, I'm sure I'd be drowning by now," she smiled. "I'm making you breakfast tomorrow. It's the least I can do, so what's your pleasure?" 

Okay, now she was doing it, making comments that could be taken as a come on. 

"I think I have bacon and eggs," I replied, pretending I didn't catch the double entendre. "That'll do fine."

"Good. Alright, I'll see you in the morning," she nodded. 

"Goodnight, Karen," I said. 

"Goodnight, Jon boy," she laughed. 

***

I woke to the gentle dawn, and the sound of water. On the ceiling of my bedroom, a streak of bright light signalled someone's presence in the bathroom. It took me a minute to put things together, and realize that it was Karen, and she was in the shower. 

It was an old house, and some of the doors didn't fit that well anymore. Floors settle. Walls get out of plumb. Some stuck, and this one, a pocket door, left a small gap at the top corner, hence the light on the ceiling. 

I wanted to peek. She was in my shower, and I wanted to see that body I had viewed last night under her wet nightwear. But that would be wrong, wouldn't it? Just one little peek? 

I caved, and stood, squinting through the steam, as the water stopped, and she stepped out of the tub. 

My god, she was absolutely incredible. Her breasts, her ass, her legs, her slim frame...she was a goddess, with distinct tan lines from what must be a very naughty bikini. The contrast made her look even curvier. Suddenly, my claim that I could do without a woman seemed a little shaky. 

I went back to bed, sporting a massive woodie, and wishing somehow she would just come and join me. Oh, what I'd give to get my hands on her. My dreams were filled with her body. 

***

I smelled bacon cooking, and knew what that meant. Breakfast was nearly ready. I made my morning pit stop, pulled on a pair of shorts and a shirt, and headed downstairs. 

Karen looked immaculate, wearing those short shorts again. She obviously knew she had great legs, and wasn't too shy to show them off. When I walked into the kitchen, she smiled. 

"Good morning," she sang happily. "Did you sleep well?" 

"I did, yes," I replied. "You?" 

"Yes thank you," she giggled. "Hungry?" 

Oh yeah, but not for bacon and eggs, I thought. 

"Starving," I said, as she put the plate in front of me. She took hers and sat across from me. 

"So, tell me about Dan. What's your story?" she asked. 

I filled in some blanks for her, told her the reason for my divorce, and what led me to this area. I left out the details of witnessing my wife's slutty behaviour. 

"That's very sad. No one should do that to someone they love," she said quietly. "Ten years of trust, gone in an instant, and for what? A few minutes pleasure? I was married for twenty-three years, all of them good. My husband was killed in an accident. I'm not sure which is worse, betrayal or tragedy." 

I did the math. Married twenty-three years. Plus one year...she had to be at least forty-two. She sure didn't look it. 

"Any kids?" I asked. 

"No. We tried, but it just wasn't to be," she sighed. 

"Karen," I said, "may I ask how old you are?" The direct approach. 

"Didn't your mother teach you never to ask that?" she giggled. "I'm forty-six."




Just Being Neighbourly



"I'd never have guessed that high," I smiled. 

"Flattery. I've missed that," she winked. 

***

Off to Home Depot we went, and came out an hour later with everything we needed, including the kitchen sink, and a sleek new faucet. We tossed it all in my trunk, and started home. 

Karen became my plumbing assistant, fetching tools and supplies for me while I cut away the old pipes and drains. I undid the clamps that held the old sink in place, and pushed it up out of the hole. 

I had to trim the edge of the opening to accommodate the shape of the new, larger sink, but that was quick as well. It was time to install the new stuff. 

Now, I'm not a professional plumber, but I've seen enough episodes of home improvement shows to know that it's a lot easier to work on the sink, and work under the sink, while it's out on the counter, instead of in it. The first order of business was the new shutoff valves. It would let us turn the water back on, not that I wanted her to move back home. 

Karen took control of the flashlight, and with the large hole in the counter top still open, she could watch what I was doing. Alone for the first time in many years, she had questions, and I didn't mind answering them. 

"Don't you need to, um, weld those on," she asked, gesturing at the valves. I laughed. 

"I think you mean 'solder', and no, not these ones," I replied looking up at her. She was trying to see everything, and was leaning down. Her breasts were squashed against the front edge of the counter, and bulged up in her unbuttoned henley shirt. The view made me stumble a bit. "Um, these are, uh, compression valves. You, uh, put this nut on first...then this brass ring..." I pried my eyes off her cleavage, "... then seat the valve body. Tighten the nut, and it makes a watertight seal." I can think of something else I'd like to get a watertight seal on...those nipples, for starters. 

With the shutoffs installed, I went down to the basement, and turned on the water again. 

"Any leaks?" I asked as I neared the top of the stairs. 

"Nope," she replied. She was standing straight legged, her long legs angled apart, with her firm rump jutting out as she bent at the waist and aimed the flashlight. I looked at her ass. Oh I'd like to just grab that, I thought. 

I could have asked her to step aside, so I could get back under there, but I didn't. I just wiggled my way between her legs, checking out her little camel toe as I did. 

"Oh! Hello!" she laughed as I reappeared in her view. Her legs closed self consciously for a few seconds, then opened again. Her boobs were still causing a major distraction, but I roughed in the drain pipes quickly while she watched and learned. 

Crawling out from under her would have put my face right in her crotch... something I'd like very much, but I wasn't sure how she'd take it...so I asked her to clear the way. 

"Certainly," she smiled, a sly look in her eye. "The water's on, so I can use the bathroom, right?" 

"Yup," I laughed, and watched her butt as she strode out of the kitchen. 

By the time she returned, I was almost finished pre-assembling the faucet to the sink. I handed her the tub of putty. 

"Roll out a snake of this, will you please?" I asked, while I tightened a few connections. I was paying attention to my work, not hers. I heard her laughing. 

I glanced over, and she had the whole tub out, and was rolling out something distinctly phallic in shape. 

"Ooooo, this is giving me ideas I haven't had in over a year," she giggled. "Is this big enough?" 

"Yeah, and then some," I laughed. "I, um, only need about half an inch wide, and long enough to go all the way around."

"Oh. Well why didn't you say so?" she smiled, and stopped fondling the giant dong she had fashioned, pulling off enough to do the job. She helped me press it into place, and we both wrestled the whole assembly into the hole. I crawled under, with a screwdriver. 

"Okay, Karen, push down please," I asked her. Her legs moved into view, straddling me, and she squished the putty into place. 

With the sink in place, she couldn't see my face, so I was free to ogle her with impunity. That little camel toe I mentioned earlier? Not so little anymore, as her shorts were pulled up much tighter, wedged between her lips. It was a very hot sight, and my dick began to react in its usual fashion, getting longer and thicker. I tried to concentrate, but my eyes kept drifting back to her crotch. 

Once the clamps were screwed down, I went to work on the supply lines. I was busy, when I heard Karen saying something. 

"I'm sorry, what was that?" I grunted, wielding my wrench deftly. 

"I said 'What's this?'," she giggled. 

"What's what?" I replied, trying to see what she was talking about. 

"This," she smiled, crouching down over my legs. Her hand fell softly on my swollen dick. "Some kind of blockage, I think," she breathed, rubbing my crotch. "Is this for me?" 

"If you want it to be," I said, looking at her face. She looked up, making eye contact. 

"I think I'd like that very much," she sighed, a dreamy look in her eyes. "I think we've made enough progress with the plumbing for now. Care to plumb my depths?" She stood, and beckoned me to follow with her finger. 

The wrench in my hand was now superfluous, and I discarded it as I scrambled out from under the sink. I followed her voice, racing up the stairs, and found her reclined on her bed. 

"It's been a long time," she said softly, batting her eyelashes, "but I think it's been long enough. Dan, I need you to know that I don't do this...I mean, I've never just fallen into bed like this before. I never cheated on my husband, and I haven't been with anyone since he died. I don't know why I'm doing it now, other than I'm just so fucking horny. I guess I just trust you, somehow, and you rescued me, and you've been very respectful, and... Just be gentle with me, please."

"Of course," I smiled, laying next to her. 

We lay, facing each other, for what seemed a very long few seconds. Her eyes twinkled, and she licked her plump lips, making them even more alluring. I was powerless to resist. 

My reasons for being here were pretty basic. My wife had stolen my sexual happiness, and I wanted it back. The fact that Karen was my neighbour was just good luck. I hadn't been with anyone either, and she was just so beautiful, and hot, and close... 

Sliding closer, I watched her eyes as our lips brushed across each other's. They fluttered closed, and she sighed, pressing in and completing the kiss. Her mouth opened slightly, and her tongue slithered out to tangle with my own. One kiss led to another, then another, and then to an embrace that had no end. Her arms encircled my neck, and mine wrapped her narrow waist, ensuring that neither of us could retreat, not that we had any inclination to do so. 

Karen was moaning softly, grinding her mound against my hard bulge. I enjoyed the sensation as well, but I had the added joy of her soft breasts crushed into my chest, and her smooth leg hooked over my hip. My hand ran the length of her thigh, caressing the silky skin from knee to the bottom edge of her ass. I dipped my fingertips under the hem of her shorts, finding only hot, damp folds. She pulled back from my lips. 

"My underwear are in the downstairs bathroom," she giggled. "I saw you checking me out, and it got me all hot and bothered. I had to diddle my clit when I finished peeing." 

"You saw me? I thought you were flirting," I laughed. 

"I was. Ever since you saw me soaking wet, I haven't been able to get sex in general, and you in particular, out of my mind. Does the reason really matter? You're here, aren't you?" she smiled, pressing in for another kiss, while I felt up her ass. The kiss heated up, and she suddenly pushed me onto my back, rolling atop my chest. 

She sat up, and grasped the bottom edge of her top, slowly peeling it up over her globes and off over her head. Victoria's finest Secret cradled those globes in a satin embrace, lifting them enticingly, and forming a deep valley of cleavage that a man could get lost in. I pulled her down, burying my face in that delicious crease, much to her delight. Tugging one cup down, I unveiled her erect nipple, and fluttered my tongue over its tip. 

"Mmmmm, yes...I rather like that. Suck on it, honey, and kiss it. My nipples are so sensitive, and so hard. I love getting them sucked." Her hands went behind her back, and the red bra fell away, baring both ample handfuls for my attention. I switched from one breast to the other and back, while she supported her upper body on her arms, hanging them like ripe melons for me to harvest. "That's it, baby. That feels so good, you're making me very, very wet." 

My hands were still on her ass, so I was able to ease a few fingers between her legs, checking for moisture. She was right; she did seem quite damp, and now I was thirsty. 

I rolled us over, and planted a kiss on her neck, working my way down, while my hands worked the snap on her shorts, then the zipper.. I skinned them off over her hips with her help, and by the time I had nibbled my way across her flat belly and taken residence between her thighs, she had spread them wide, revealing a beautiful, thick lipped pussy, bald save for a sprig of auburn curls above her clit. 

I looked up at her face, smiling down through her cleavage, and kissed her prominent clit softly. Karen's eyes rolled shut, she dropped her head flat, and moaned loudly. 

"Oh yes! Please lick my little pussy. Make me cum!" 

Her scent was intoxicating, but the flavour of her abundant juices rivalled ambrosia itself. I dipped my tongue in, spreading the thick folds open like a rare orchid that revealed it's bright pink interior. She was oozing, dripping wet, with more on the way, and I endeavoured to clean her of the oily perfection. I delved deep, burying my face as I had in her tits, causing her to squirm and writhe with pleasure. 

"Mmmmm hmmm. That's a talented tongue you've got there." 

I lapped at her slit a few more times. 

"It seems as though you have a problem with this shut off valve, too," I giggled, catching a drip running down her perineum, "not that I want it to shut off." 

"Yes, well," she tittered, "I've always been, shall we say, juicy? My husband had a whole repertoire of geyser jokes. I hope that's alright?" 

Oh baby, that is so much more than just alright, I thought. I've always loved eating pussy, and the wetter, the better. I'm thinking that a woman who inspires geyser jokes probably doesn't just dribble. I look forward to finding out. 

I really should have responded verbally...you know, polite and respectful... but my tongue was busy, wriggling as deeply into her sodden, steamy cunt as I could reach. I slurped away happily, hoping she would figure it out. 

"Mnahhhn! I... Oh fuck...yeah, baby... Oh my god! I guess you... Mnaaahn! Ahhhhhn! Oh goddddddddddddd...don't stop, baby! Donnnnnnnnn't stop!" 

Warm honey surrounded my face, and I gulped down all I could swallow, while Karen's thighs closed tight around my head. She screamed, and twisted her body in the throes of a what I assumed was a very nice orgasm. I know I've never had a bad one. I hoped it was the same for women. 

Her legs relaxed, letting me return to my cleanup duty after taking a breath. She really was awash in delicious tasting fluids, and try as I might, I felt like the little Dutch boy, sticking my tongue in the leaky dam. Karen's hands ruffled my hair, and I peeked over her pubic bone into her eyes. 

"Oooooooooo, honey, that was wonderful, but I need to catch my breath," she giggled, rolling her eyes. "Let me take care of you for a while." 

Oh yeah. One of the few things I like better than giving head to a woman, is getting head from a woman. Time to get naked. 

Karen patted the pillow beside her, and rolled up onto her knees. I laid back, and she began to unfasten my belt. Unsnapped and unzipped, she tugged my pants off, tossing them on the floor. My socks met a similar fate, as did my shirt, leaving only my underwear blocking her way. She caressed the huge bulge gently. I'm not being immodest, just saying that, relative to its normal state, the fabric was stretched quite tightly over my hard cock. 

"Oh, this looks promising," she smiled, still tracing her fingertips over the curves. "I feel like a kid on Christmas morning. What's in my present?" One finger hooked the waistband at the front, and lifted up, letting her peek under the cover. "Oh my, yes! Very promising, and very big!" 

She dragged it down until my dick sprung straight out. Licking her lips, she grasped my shaft with one hand, and stroked it gently. 

"Jesus, Dan, I'd almost forgotten how hot and hard a man's cock can get," she breathed. "And how much I love holding it, and fucking it, and..." 

She opened wide, and swallowed my length, completing her sentence with action. She gagged as my dick jammed into her throat, pulling back to regroup before going at it again, managing to take it deeper the second time. 

Several months without feminine contact was several months too many, and even though I had taken matters into my own hands often...okay, daily... nothing could compare to the sensation of Karen's mouth. Her lips stretched tight around the girth of my shaft as she bobbed her head ardently, red hair flying. Her breasts were swinging freely, brushing stiff nipples across the fronts of my thighs. It was a lot to take after a long time alone, and a day of thinking about her naked body. 

"Oh shit, Karen, I think I'm... oh jesus, I'm... uhhhhhhhhnnnn!" I grunted, and did my own geyser impression in her mouth. Her eyes opened wide, then closed, and she gulped down my load while moaning her contentment. "I'm so sorry, Karen, I..." she cut me off by holding up one hand. The other kept stroking my shaft as it twitched and spurted the last of my cum down her throat. She sucked hard, vacuuming the dregs from my balls, then released me, and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. 

"I'm sorry?" I repeated. "I should have warned you?" She was licking the cum off her hand. 

"Nope, I love to swallow, just wasn't expecting such a big wad. A pleasant, yummy surprise," she smiled, and crawled up to rest her head on her pillow. She looked at me. "Thank you, Dan." 

"For what? I think I should be thanking you," I replied. 

"For waking me up. For making me realize that life was right in front of me," she said softly. 

We held each other for a few minutes, then she piped up. 

"So, nude plumbing, anyone?" she giggled, easing out of my arms and rolling out of bed. I laughed, thinking she was kidding, but her naked ass was wiggling out the door already. 

Okay. Never done plumbing in the nude before, I thought, but with Karen as my assistant, I could certainly give it a try. 

I followed her downstairs, watching her sexy behind the whole way, and took my place under the sink again. Retrieving my wrench, I went back to connecting the supply lines to the new shutoff valves. Karen had the flashlight in hand, illuminating my work as she squatted over my legs. I admit, I cast more than a few glances at her dangling labia, gaping open between her legs. 

"Concentrate, Mr. Plumber," she laughed. "My pussy will be here for you when we're done."

"Okay, Ma'am," I chuckled. "Alright. Shutoffs...check. Supply...check. Leaks..." I opened the valves, "...none apparent. Now we just need to deal with the drains."

"That's the big, black pipes, right?" she moaned suggestively, giggling. I laughed. 

"Yes, but we need the tailpipes first," I smiled. Karen smirked. 

"It's been a long time since I had anything in my tailpipe," she purred. "Who new plumbing was so sexual?" 

That really got my attention. My dick twitched, and started to grow again. It was not unnoticed by Karen. 

"Oops! I see I've caused something to happen, here," she smiled, and caressed my stiffening tool. "Can you work like that?" 

"I'll try," I laughed, wriggling out from under the sink. She made room for me, but not enough to avoid contact, the minx. My chest rubbed across her breasts as I stood. Her hand found my erection. 

"If this keeps happening, this job might take months," she breathed, stroking me softly. 

"You're not making it easy for me to concentrate," I said. 

"Right. Behave yourself, Karen," she chastised herself. Her hand stopped stroking, but remained in place. 

I put some putty around the base of the tailpipes, and handed them to her, forcing her to release my cock. I grabbed my wrench, and laid under the sink again. 

"Okay, Karen, feed them through to me," I said, and she did, placing one pipe in each drain hole. "Push down, and hold them still, please." Again, she did. 

I looked at her crotch again. She was standing, straight legged, straddling my legs, and her drooling pussy was hanging open right in front of me. I saw a small trickle of juice that was running down her thigh. The sight made me harder still. 

I shook my head. The sooner you get this done, I thought, the faster you can fuck that pussy. 

I wrenched the locking nuts into place quickly, then wiggled the trap and connector into position. A few twists later... c'est finis! 

"Ta da!" I cheered, tossing the wrench aside. 

"Finished?" she asked. 

"Yup," I replied. 

"Good," she growled, and dropped to her knees, straddling my pole. She grabbed my cock, and lowered herself over it, spearing herself deeply. "Oh yes! That's better!" she gasped. 

Yet another first. Nude plumbing leads to fucking under the sink. 

Karen rose and fell slowly, going deeper each time, until my balls were nestled between her lips. Her pussy was a furnace, and she ground herself down against the base of my cock firmly, moaning. 

"Fuck! That's such a nice, big cock," she hissed. "So big and hard." 

She rode me smoothly, grasping the edge of the counter to stabilize herself. Her head was tilted back, letting her long red locks sway with her motions. I watched her breasts jiggling above me, tracing circular paths in the air. I was hoping all my plumbing jobs in the future could be so pleasurable. Karen's juices were dripping off my balls, she was so wet. At last she looked down at me again. 

"Oh my...I'm sorry, this is very selfish of me," she gasped, lifting off my dick. "This can't be very comfortable for you. Is your back okay?" She stood, and reached down to help me up. 

"I'll live," I replied. She kissed me softly, and turned away. She tiptoed up and wiggled her tush. 

"Perhaps this would work?" she giggled. 

Absolutely, I thought. A second later, my cock was once again sheathed fully in her warm crevice. 

"Oh jesus, fuck me Dan! Fuck me hard!" she gasped. I cupped her breasts from behind, and drilled her furiously, feeling her whole body shudder with each crushing impact. Her firm ass quivered, absorbing the blows, as my dick worked her cunt into a froth that ran down her legs, while she screamed at the top of her lungs. "FUUUUUUUCK MEEEEE! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK MY CUNT, YOU BEAUTIFUL MAN! MAKE ME CUUUUMM!" 

I did, and she did, several times, I think. Finally, she asked me to stop for a minute. I pulled out, and she flexed her legs several times. 

"My calves were cramping," she giggled. She wiped some of the pussy slick off her thighs, that had run down almost to her knees, licking her fingers. "Damn, I am yummy, aren't I?" A wicked look crossed her face, and she took her position again, flat footed this time. "Now, about that tailpipe?" 

I nearly gave myself whiplash doing a double take. Was she offering me her ass? Actually, she was asking for it up the ass!

"Are you sure Karen?" I asked, standing behind her, and rubbing the head of my cock across her rosebud. 




Just Being Neighbourly



"Well, I've been off the horse for a year," she smiled over her shoulder. "If I'm getting back on, I might as well ride all the way. Come on stud. Fuck my ass!"

"Yes Ma'am," I smiled, and pushed. Her sphincter resisted, but I felt her relax and then head slipped in. My cock was thickly coated with her pussy juice, so lubrication wasn't an issue. 

Karen levered back off the counter, and forced her rectum open over my shaft, until her hard ass had taken me about halfway. She paused, panting softly, then pressed back again. 

"Oh god yes!" she gasped, as she wiggled her rump against my balls. "I've missed this!" 

Funny, to look at this admittedly hot suburban housewife, now widow, you'd never guess she was an anal queen.

"Jesus...don't just stand there...fuck me! Use that big dick!" 

She was incredibly tight. I half expected her to roll inside out as I pulled out. It felt remarkable. 

Karen had a death grip on the counter top, her knuckles turning white, while I pounded her ass hard. We were completely naked, rutting like animals, in full view on anyone who cared to look in the kitchen window, right in front of us. She was shrieking obscenities and encouragement, and I was ploughing her ass with everything I had. I grabbed her hair and pulled. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh HHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she howled. 

I felt a tickle on my balls, and my thighs. When I looked down, a stream of pussy juice was spraying out of her. Old Faithful, inverted. Holy shit! 

She grabbed the sink edge and yanked herself forward, dislodging my cock from her rectum, which remained wide open for several seconds. Resting her head on her forearms, she gasped for air, trying to recover from her orgasm. 

"We're going to need a mop," I laughed, looking down at the puddle she made on the floor. 

"Mmmmm hmmm," she moaned, rolling her eyes. "Won't be the first time."

"Hopefully not the last, either," I whispered, leaning over her. I enveloped her in my arms, cupping a breast in each hand. She stood, and leaned back against me. 

"Yes. Hopefully not." She turned in my embrace, and kissed me again. "My ass is on fire!" Her hand landed on a pair of pliers that were on the counter, and she swept them off onto the floor with a clatter as she eased up to sit on the granite surface. She pulled her legs up high, and grabbed my cock, pulling me back to her. 

I let her choose which opening would get plugged, and she guided my dick back into her ass without hesitation. I watched as my shaft disappeared into her butt. 

"Damn, your cock feels good in there!" she whimpered. "The other hole, too. Make me cum again, please?" Her lips quivered as I kissed her, and started shafting her again. 

I fucked my sexy, older neighbour ardently, and fervently. She was surprisingly quiet, grunting and moaning her pleasure while caressing my rear end and back. She buried her face in my shoulder and held on while I stroked into her hot, tight bung hole eagerly. I felt her start to shudder. 

"Oh, yes," she gasped. "That's it! Harder honey...harder!" 

I'm not sure I could do it harder without using my sledgehammer, but somehow found another gear, and complied with her request. Her left hand fell to stimulate her clit. It didn't take long. 

"Gnahhhhhn!" she screeched, and her geyser erupted again, spraying me from the neck down, while she frigged her clit furiously. When she wilted again, I exploded in laughter. 

"Holy crap, Karen!" I smiled, wiping my chest before licking my fingers. 

"Sorry," she breathed, her eyes a little unfocused. 

"Sorry?" I asked. "Are you fucking kidding? That's the hottest thing I've ever seen! My god, have you always done that?" 

"Mmmmm, no," she smiled, a look of dreamy exhaustion on her face. "Just the last ten years or so. Don't know what started it. It's fun, but tiring." 

Speaking of tiring...I was feeling it too. I stroked her a few more times, and she patted my chest. 

"Ooooo, no...my ass is worn out for today. You'll have to make do with my pussy." Her hand pulled my cock out of her butt, and steered it into her primary pleasure giver. Her thick lips flopped open, welcoming me inside. 

There was little to choose between her two holes. Her ass was tighter, but her pussy was a more active participant, rippling and gripping my intruder in a velvety embrace. 

I knew it was going to be a close race. Which would run out first...my energy, or the timer for my orgasm? I thrust into her as hard as I could, getting weaker by the second, but feeling the tingle building. Just a few more strokes... 

I came huge, gushing thick semen into her clutching pussy. Karen cooed, and stroked my hair. 

"That's it, baby...fill my pussy with that hot cum. It feels so good." 

My legs were shaking, and it was either sit down or fall down, so I chose the former, plunking my sweaty ass in a chair. Karen remained on the counter, legs still up and spread, catching her breath. 

While I watched, a dribble of cum trickled out from between her swollen, abused lips, heading south. It reached her ass, and she giggled. 

"That tickles," she smiled. Her laughter expelled more cum, and a stream flowed down over her ass to pool on the counter. It was the second hottest thing I'd ever seen, but I may have been biased by the fact that it was my cum. 

We had a shower together, then fell into bed, exhausted. I spent the night, and we slept very, very well. 

***

The bed in my house was cold most evenings, because I wasn't in it. Karen and I slept together often, almost as often as we 'slept' together. The shortcut through the bushes got plenty of use, to keep the gossip to a minimum. 

As far as our neighbours were concerned, Karen and I were just friends. Nothing more. It was true. 

Of course, some friends are closer than others. Friends with benefits. For now, that was good enough for me. 

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Just Being Neighbourly Pt. 02



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"Karen?" I called. 

I had taken 'our' shortcut through the bushes, and was closing the back gate behind me. 

"Ah, there you are," I smiled. My sexy neighbour / friend / lover was smiling back at me, peeking over her sunglasses. She blew me a kiss, and went back to the conversation, on her phone. That's why she hadn't responded. 

The first time I saw her naked, getting out of my shower, I had noticed her tan lines, and wondered what the suit that caused them had looked like. I think I was seeing it now, as a very brief string bikini, black in colour, cradled her large breasts, and barely covered her delicious pussy. It was, as I thought, a very naughty suit. It would have been revealing on a teenager, but on a woman with her mature curves and ample endowment, it was devastating. 

It had been three weeks since the plumbing incident, and we had spent most of those evenings together. That first time had been a whirlwind of unrequited need, as we had both been on our own too long. That time, we just both had to have each other...and right that second. It had been a departure for both of us. Since then, we were a little more restrained, and relaxed, but the urgency was still boiling just below the surface. 

For the most part, I let her set the pace of our physical relationship, because I didn't want her to think I was just using her for sex. As far as her using me? Well, I was absolutely fine with that. Please, help yourself. 

I took a seat beside her, giving her body the once over again, and trying not to listen to her conversation too obviously. 

"Really, Cindy, I'm fine...yes, I know...I know I said I was feeling better, but..." she said. "No. That's not what I said. I said I might be ready...well, I didn't tell you to tell him that, did I?...No... Cindy, don't give me that... Cindy! I'm not kidding! If you?... Oh, fuck, alright! Fine, but I'm holding you responsible. If he does anything I don't like, it's your ass...fine. Friday night. Seven o'clock...I have to go. Bye."

I didn't want to pry. I really had no right to pry. Karen was my neighbour. She was my friend. She was my fuck buddy. She was not my girlfriend. 

But, just the same, I was more than a little curious. 

"Who was that?" I asked quietly, "if you don't mind me asking." 

She seemed a little miffed, not at me, thankfully. 

"That..." she exhaled, "...was my sister. Or should that be 'former'? Does that relationship terminate when a spouse passes?" she asked, a quizzical look on her face. "I suppose it doesn't matter. Cindy, my husband's sister, has been trying to set me up for months...telling me to get back in the game, and stop moping around the house. Of course, she doesn't know about you, but that's none of her business anyway." She took a deep breath.

"A couple of weeks ago, I told her I was feeling a little better," Karen said quietly, "and she took that as meaning I wanted her to get me a date! Fuck! I don't want to go out with some guy on a blind date, just because she guilted me into it! Damn it!"  

I was immediately struck by two thoughts. First, I was happy that us being 'together' had broken her out of her grief. She was far too beautiful and loving to be alone and miserable. 

The second thought surprised me a bit. I was jealous! I couldn't tell her that, could I? No. We were supposed to be free of emotional strings. I wouldn't pressure her like that. 

"That's great!" I smiled, trying a bit too hard to be nonchalant. I may have swung the pendulum too far the other way. 

"It is?" she asked. 

"Sure. I'm sure there are plenty of men out there that would love to spend time with you," I replied. It didn't come out the way I meant it to, but I didn't know quite how to fix it, without sounding desperate. I certainly didn't mean it to sound like I didn't enjoy being around her. 

Unfortunately, that's what she heard, although I didn't realize it at the time. 

Shit. 

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There were three days before Friday night arrived, and everything remained pretty normal between us. We spent two of those three nights together, and it didn't seem like there was any fallout from my inadvertent faux pas. 

We were supposed to be 'friends with benefits', whatever that means. Maybe there's a rule book somewhere, with a list of things I could or couldn't say or do. I'd pay real money for that list right now. 

Damn! Why did she have to be so beautiful, and sexy? Actually, that wasn't really the problem. Beautiful and sexy would be just fine, if she was only a very pleasant roll in the hay, but she passed that stage a couple of weeks ago. In addition to being built, and gorgeous, and a demon in the bedroom... and taking it up the ass like a champ...she had turned out to be a wonderful person. 

Someone I could easily fall for. In truth, I may already have. That was the problem. 

After ten years married to a 'wonderful' woman, I had discovered that she wasn't quite as wonderful as it first appeared. Belinda had proven that looks could be deceiving, even to those who are close enough to see everything. Maybe I was too close, or maybe I didn't want to see it, but the sight of those three men using her like a cheap hooker, while she begged for more, had clearly illuminated the truth. 

Part of me didn't trust my own judgement, and didn't want to make that mistake again. Or maybe I really was in love, which would be great...if only I knew she was ready to move on, beyond a little bedroom fun. Okay, that was an understatement. She was so much more than just a little bedroom fun. 

Friday arrived. I was still feeling jealous, and it was about to get worse. 

I was at home, working on my upstairs bathroom, and trying not to think about the evening without her. I had accomplished a lot recently, and nearly had a fully functioning ensuite bath. The work was therapeutic. My phone rang. 

"Hello?" I asked as I answered it. The voice that responded made my heart warm. 

"Hi, sweetie," Karen replied. "I could use your help over here in about an hour, if you're available? Can you come over?" 

"Of course, baby," I answered. "See you soon." 

I wondered what she needed my help with. Something she couldn't reach? Maybe a quickie? I suppose I would find out soon enough. 

When Karen let me in the back door an hour later, she was wet from the shower, wrapped in a towel. It barely covered her crotch, and her big breasts were nearly spilling out the top. She thanked me with a peck on the cheek, and led off, up the stairs, to her bedroom. Following her up, I could clearly see her firm ass under the towel. Maybe I was right about the quickie. 

As we reached the top of the stairs, she let the towel come loose, and I found myself looking openly at her delicious backside. She patted residual moisture from her body with the towel, completely unconcerned with her nudity in my presence. I suppose we had both seen each other naked often enough in the last month that it was no longer a big deal, but I would never tire of her smooth, soft, luscious curves. 

"So," I asked, taking a seat on the corner of the bed, "you need my help? Feeling frisky?" I added hopefully. 

"Oh, I'm quite sure you'd be willing to help me with that, wouldn't you?" she giggled, smiling at me. "No, honey...that's not really the problem, although it does sound like fun. I need you to help me dress for my date. It's been almost twenty-five years since I went on a date, and I'm scared shitless. I don't know what to wear. You'll help me, won't you?" 

I suddenly realized she was right. We had never actually been 'out' together. Other than our shopping trip to Home Depot to get her plumbing supplies, and the neighbourhood party where we met, we had never been anywhere but the bedroom. Okay, also the kitchen, living room, bathroom, pool... nearly every room of her house, and a few of mine, had been the site of some sort of sexual activity. We had been trying to keep a low profile for gossip reasons. Now it was biting me in the ass. 

I was her friend, and while I was benefitting greatly from my proximity to her smouldering sensuality, we were not really a couple. At least, not as far as she knew. I would have given a different answer if I was being honest, but I didn't feel like I could tell her how attached I was becoming to her yet. Certainly not tonight. I had to play it cool. 

"Oh! Right! Tonight's the big date!" I laughed, hopefully not too transparently. "Well, I suppose what you wear depends on what your goal for the night is," I smiled. "Hoping to get laid?" I was trying to use humour to ease the tension I was feeling. 

"Dan!" she gasped, her hands on her hips. She was giving me the indignant look, but since she was otherwise naked, it didn't have the desired effect. My eyes wandered across her big breasts, as they jiggled with her comment. "No! I don't even know this guy! I'm just hoping to get it over with, and get Cindy off my back," she smiled. "Besides...that's what I have you for." 

I watched her lick her lips, and straddle my lap, pressing her soft, sexy body against mine. Her lips found mine, while my hands landed on her ass. We embraced for a few minutes, our tongues dancing a sensuous tango in each other's mouths. I can't really speak for her, but it was getting to me. I was quite hard. I'm sure it was obvious to her, as she was rubbing her pussy over the bulge my cock was raising in my pants. 

"We don't have...much time...but I could really...use some of... that hard cock," she panted between kisses. "Come on stud, fuck me. Quick." 

Karen wasted no time in taking a position on her back, legs spread wide. Her pussy had left a wet spot on my pants, indicating her arousal. I ripped my clothes off, and she sat up for a few seconds, gobbling my erection into her mouth for a quick lubrication. Satisfied, she laid back, and smiled, tapping her imaginary wristwatch. 

Hearing her say she was only doing this to placate her former sister made me feel a bit better. Her placement of me in the role of lover was even more uplifting, and the fact that she wanted a little action before she went out could only be seen as good news. I took a position between her legs. 

"Target of choice?" I asked. 

"Pussy, please," she smiled. "You can have my ass later, after I get home from this charade."

Even more good news. If she was already planning our evening together after she gets home, I would happily play my part. 

I eased the head of my erection into her vestibule, parting the thick, slippery lips smoothly. Karen exhaled, a soft moan of delight, as my shaft slid deeper inside her dripping wetness. 

"Mmmmm, yes," she hissed, "put that big thing all the way in there. It fills me up so perfectly. I just love that sensation."

Yeah, I know. This situation was strange, to say the least. I was playing the 'designated hitter' position, as it were. Even though she didn't want to go on this date, and was only doing it to shut her sister up for a while, it seemed like my job was to just fuck her. Emotional depth would be provided by another man eventually. It was only a matter of time. 

So, I did my job. It was a fun job, but I was really hoping for more. 

I hooked my arms under her legs, and leaned in, looking deep into her eyes. Those eyes opened wider as I pushed the full length of my cock into her pussy, as did her mouth, agape with need. She groaned, and tilted her head back. 

"Oh, shit...that's it, baby. Now do it! Fuck my brains out! Gimme that dick!"

The first time Karen had used language like that in bed with me, it had triggered some very unpleasant memories for me...memories of Belinda demanding more, moaning like a cheap whore while she cheated on me with those three electricians. Karen had apologized, unaware of that little detail of the story. It had taken a few weeks to get past the sting of those words, but now that they were directed at me, I found the dirty talk was having the effect she was hoping for. It made me even more aroused. 

I did as she asked, plunging long, hard strokes into her vagina, causing little squeaky noises to come from her, and groans of protest from the bed springs. Her blue eyes bored into mine, hands braced against my shoulders while her body absorbed those furious thrusts. It took about a minute for her welcoming cleft to take on its usual level of moistness, and start to ooze around my probe. One thing was certain...Karen really enjoyed sex. 

It was hardly an onerous task for me, either, especially because I was able to watch her enjoying it. That was one of the things I missed the most about not being married. Maybe I'm strange, but to me, sex is better if my partner is having as least as much fun as I am. If all I wanted was a cum receptacle, I could get a perfectly acceptable one from any online sex shop. I craved the emotional connection. 

Karen was a joy to watch. Her facial expressions while I pounded her were exquisite, with her pretty blue eyes and plump lips eloquently conveying her feelings, even without words. I liked to observe the way her labia dragged along my shaft as I pulled back each time, becoming more distended and erotic as her arousal level grew, until they pouted open like the petals of a rare orchid. Of course, with breasts like hers, I also had their shimmying dance to provide an audience for. They may have been the stars of the whole show, moving like liquid sensuality across her chest in time with my thrusts. 

I wonder why I was becoming attached to her? She was only my perfect woman. What could I possibly see in that? So what if she was fifteen years older than me? She sure didn't look it, and definitely didn't act like it. 

Right now, she was acting like a horny teenager, urging me on with moans and lusty words of encouragement. The overall gist of the message was 'fuck me harder', so I did. 

I was slamming down into her cunt, and had found that perfect rhythm that had her body rebounding into me off the mattress just as I crushed into her with each stroke. Her beautiful red hair was flying about her face, obscuring that pretty face, contorted by her rapidly approaching orgasm. Those big tits were following suit, bouncing wildly all over, attracting my eyes unavoidably. All the while, she was shrieking like the proverbial banshee. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Make me cum! Jam that fucking cock in my pussy! Gonna cum! Gonna squirt!" It was a greatest hits album of dirty talk, performed live by the artist, for my ears only. It was a catchy tune. 

Karen's screams turned to squeals, and her skin began to flush pink, so I knew what was coming next. Okay...I guess a pun is justified here. I knew what was...cumming...next, and it was spectacular. 

Her face turned purple as she came, pushing me away. As my cock slipped out of her, she erupted, gushing a stream of hot juice over my chest. A guttural groan followed, and she fell back, body twitching in response to the spasms of her orgasm. 

I swiped my fingers through the slick she had squirted on me, and licked them clean. 

"Mmmmm. Yummy," I smiled. Her eyes cracked open, and she smiled back. "I don't think that will ever get old. It's just so fucking hot, watching you cum that hard, and knowing I made it happen." 

"Thank you," she hissed. "I'm so happy you enjoy it. Now...give me that cock. I want my pacifier to suck." 

I scuttled up the bed, stopping with my still hard dick next to her head. She turned, giving it a long lick from my balls to the tip, like a stick of candy. She made no attempt to hide the fact that she found her own juices quite delicious as well, moaning softly. Her mouth closed over the head of my cock, and she slid her lips further down, swallowing as much as she could. 

With me laying on my side, she did the same, bobbing her head slowly, until she patted my butt with her hand. It was her code to fuck her mouth, as she wanted me to cum for her. My hips started to pump, and I put my hand on top of her head. 

A soft 'gwock, gwock, gwock' sound wafted through the room. Karen was nasty in the bedroom, and liked it when I jabbed my shaft down her throat, causing her to gag a bit. She said it made her feel 'slutty', and it made her hot. 

Her hand caressed my balls while I stroked into her mouth. The combination of sensations had me on the brink in no time, and she could sense that I was close. Her moans of encouragement reverberated through me, and set me off. 

"Oh fuck...here it cums, baby!" I grunted. She jammed her head forward, and I exploded, gushing down her throat as she swallowed happily. She sucked hard, drawing out every drop I could produce, until I was spent. Only then did she release me, and I rolled back, breathing hard. Karen crawled up beside me. 

"I love the way your eyes sparkle at me when we're having sex," she breathed softly, nearly recovered from the impact of her own climax. It would be a few minutes before I could say the same. "You really like my tits, don't you?" she giggled, rolling up onto her side, and pressing those fabulous globes into my ribs. 

I smiled. There was no need to confirm or deny the obvious. I couldn't form sentences yet, anyway. 

"My husband was a real breast man, too," she laughed. "Fortunately, I'm well qualified for that type of relationship. One might say 'amply qualified'." She wriggled in my embrace, rubbing her full, firm melons against me, as if more proof was needed. 

I pulled her over atop my chest, relishing the firm pressure of her tits crushed between us, and kissing her softly. She accepted my lips for a few gentle moments, then patted my chest. 

"You're going to make me late...or is that the plan?" she giggled, rolling away. "Time to play 'wardrobe advisor', and remember...I'm not trying to encourage this guy, whoever he is."

I laid back in Karen's bed, while she did a quick wardrobe display for my approval. One dress after another was held up in front of her delectably nude form, and we played process of elimination, finally settling on a simple, yet elegant blue one. I intentionally avoided recommending anything that showed too much of her long legs, or her spectacular cleavage, but truthfully, she was delicious in anything. 

With the decision made, I watched her choose the appropriate underwear to match. She wriggled into her bra, and turned her back to me. 

"Do me up, please?" she asked. 

"I'm not sure I know how. I barely know how to undo it," I laughed, as she held her long locks aside. I fumbled with the catch, reading the tag as I hooked it closed. It read 36DD."There you go."

I watched her dress. It was almost as exciting as watching her strip. She was a truly beautiful woman. 

Too bad I wasn't the one she was going out with. 

***

I was watching TV at home when my phone buzzed. It was barely after 11, pretty early for two adults to end a date. I found myself feeling better that her evening hadn't gone well, then a bit guilty for that thought. 

"Hi Sexy," I smiled, answering quickly. 

"Hello, stud muffin," she replied, the sultry purr evident in her voice. "Whatcha doin'?" 

"Watching a movie on TV. Whyyyyyyy? You have something in mind?" 

"Well...if you're not too sleepy, I thought you might come over and take care of me," she breathed. "I'm horny." 

"Really? What a surprise," I laughed. "How was your date?"

"Come over here, and I'll tell you all about it. I'll leave the back door open," she finished, "and I mean that in every sense of the term 'back door'." 




Just Being Neighbourly Pt. 02



Ooooo, yes. Karen really was an anal addict. Belinda had never let me do her in the butt, another reason why her behaviour with the three electricians had been so devastating. I'd had a few previous girlfriends that had been willing to experiment with my cock in their asses, but over a decade had passed since then. Karen's fondness for a royal butt fucking had been a very pleasant surprise. There was no way I was turning her down. 

I slipped my shoes on, and bolted out the door, following the very familiar path through the darkness and bushes to her house. If we were going to continue this clandestine relationship, maybe I should start working on the tunnel. 

Up the steps onto her back deck, I found the door unlocked, and walked in, closing and locking it behind me. The house was silent, and dark, so I knew exactly where she was. Upstairs. Bedroom. 

I ditched my shoes and quietly made my way up to the second level, where soft, dim light was coming from her boudoir. I stopped in the doorway. 

Karen was laying prone, arms folded under her head, facing the right side of the bed. Her dress was apparently back in the closet, but she still had her bra and panties on. Soft light makes nearly any woman look more curvaceous, with shadows and light painting across their bodies. That's why glamour photographers shoot in this light, but Karen really didn't need the help. She had the curves in abundance, even though the best ones were totally hidden under her body. 

Her firm ass, clad, so to speak, in black brazilian cut panties, was magnetically attracting my gaze. The smooth, rounded contours of her glutes were highlighted against the shadows, accentuating the sensual lines. I couldn't help but stare. The shadows were hiding her eyes, watching me. 

"It's not that I don't enjoy your eyes caressing me," she whispered. "Just that I enjoy your hands doing it more." She rolled onto her side and smiled. "Come to me, darling. Touch me. I crave it." 

I joined her on the bed, snuggling beside her as she rolled onto her back. 

"So...tell me about your date," I smiled. 

"Not much to tell, really," she said quietly. "Nice enough guy...just no spark. Dinner was nice. We talked. He even took me dancing."

Some people describe dancing as vertical foreplay. Two bodies pressed against each other, hands wandering and exploring as far as they were allowed to. That jealous feeling was bubbling again, but she was here with me now, asking me to take care of her urges. How those urges came about didn't really matter, did it? 

"Dancing?" I laughed. "So, did he take liberties? Feel you up a bit?" 

"Mmmmm hmmm," she smiled, turning toward me. "It's a good thing I didn't get a vibe from him, and I'm not a slut, or I'd be getting fucked right now. Then again," she giggled, "that's what I was hoping you'd do for me tonight. That's the point of 'friends with benefits', isn't it?"

Good point. That was the basis of our relationship...so far at least. 

Damn, she was beautiful. I had done all the math...you know, like how she was probably wearing a C-cup before I was born, and had been married for over a decade before I got my driver's license. None of that mattered. Sure, she could almost be my mother. I didn't care. As long as she wanted to give me access to her luscious body, I would happily accept it. 

"Where did he touch you?" I asked. She was cuddled into my chest, much as she would be on the dance floor, except that we were preparing for the horizontal mambo. 

"Well...first his hands were on my back, of course," she purred. I wrapped an arm around her, and caressed her there, awaiting the orders to move on. "As we danced, he moved lower, to the small of my back. Still quite proper and gentlemanly," she continued, "but so close to the line it was teasingly obvious."

I slid my hand lower, stopping just above her hip, in the crook of her waist. She exhaled softly, a quiver of excitement in the breath. 

"Like this?" I asked, whispering in her ear. She merely nodded, and nuzzled closer, putting her arm up around my shoulder. We 'danced' like this for a few moments, until my hand quite naturally moved lower, onto the side of her hip, and around slightly, to softly trace the rounded upper curve of her butt. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned, burying her face into my neck. A gentle peck of her lips told me to continue, so I moved lower, cupping the soft bare skin of her lower gluteus. It filled the palm of my hand with warm, firm flesh, which she flexed playfully. 

"So, you're on the dance floor, and he's got his hand on your ass, like this," I recapped, giving her a squeeze. "Anything else?" 

"Mmmmm hmmm. Since I didn't stop his wandering hands, he grew a bit bolder," she giggled. "Soon, he had one hand on my side, just under my breast." I did as she suggested, stopping just tantalizing fractions of an inch from the full globe that was filling her bra to capacity. She shuddered. "Oh god, don't stop. Just do it, baby. Maul my tits. I need your hands desperately." 

Her lips sought mine with urgency, and she dragged my hand up onto her breast, encouraging me to fondle and squeeze her soft, round orb. She tugged the shoulder strap down, and pulled the cup off, giving me access to her bare skin. 

"Oh honey, you know what I need," she growled. "Come on...get that big, hard cock out and give it to me! I'm soooooo horny!" 

She was certainly right about the 'hard' part. All this touching and teasing her had done a number on me, too. My pants were filled with more tumescent meat than they could comfortably contain. Her hand was trying to help, tugging at the fly, attempting to free my dick. I rolled away to stand up. 

While I stripped, she did the same, skinning her panties off and unhooking her bra. By the time I was ready, she was reclined again, legs spread wide. I could smell her arousal. 

"Pussy first," she smiled, circling her clit with two fingers. "Then you can cum in my ass." 

Whatever...as long as my cock gets to probe your body again, I thought, and slipped the head between her thick, juicy lips. She was her usual, dripping wet self, and her pussy easily accepted my shaft, sliding deeper until my balls were resting against her perineum. Her long legs wrapped around my waist, holding me tight. 

"That's it...that's what I needed," she whispered. "Your nice, big pole, stuffed inside me. It makes me feel so good!" She kissed me passionately, grinding her pussy over my cock to rub her clit between us. "Mmmmm, yeah...fuck my cunt, stud! Make me cum!" 

Making her cum sounded like a very good idea. I just loved the way she screamed when her orgasm hit her, and being deep inside her when it happened was one of my favourite things in the world. 

I believe it was Confucius who said 'a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step', or words to that effect. The same is true of fucking a beautiful woman. One single stroke, to get things started. I pulled out, and slid back in, to her appreciative moan. 

I had found that sex with Karen was a timeless exercise. On the few occasions where I was aware of the passage of time in her arms, it seemed as though time flew by. It also seemed to stand still. Maybe Einstein could explain it, but I didn't care why. I just enjoyed it. 

In and out, in and out...my hips thrust deep into her warm, sodden pussy, while her internal muscles gripped my shaft in its exquisite embrace. Her strong thighs rippled around my waist, squeezing me against her. Then there was the firm sensation of her big boobs, squashed tightly against my chest, and her lips on mine, while our tongues wrestled urgently. The bedroom was filled with the sounds of sex. 

"Mmmmm hmmm...oh yeah...oh yeah, fuck...oh, fuck me...uh huh...oh fuck, yes...oh, yes...fuck my pussy...harder, baby...ooooo yessss... faster...more...more...more!" She was very loquacious this evening. "Ooooo yes...oh yes...yes!...uhnnn!...fuck!...Fuck!... FUCK!... FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" she shrieked, as her pussy gushed juices around my shaft, and dripped off my balls. 

I slowed my rhythm, then stopped, as she panted and moaned through the aftereffects of her orgasm. Her eyes were shut tight, but as her face relaxed, they fluttered open, and slowly focused on my face, sparkling like two sapphires. She blinked, and smiled. 

"Um...wow, that...wow," she giggled, rubbing her face with one hand. "Do you want to tap my ass, now?" I smiled. "I suppose that's a 'yes'."

I pulled out, and dragged her closer to the edge of the bed, hooking her legs higher over my shoulders. She smiled, and fingered her puckered anus quickly. 

"All set. Fuck my ass," she grinned. 

It had been nearly a week since I had last reamed her rear entrance. I was looking forward to it. 

My cock was well coated in her natural lubricant, and enough had oozed out of her and over her rosebud to ease insertion, so her tight sphincter put up a minimum of resistance before yielding to admit my head, then the rest of my shaft. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," she groaned. "That's one big schlong you've got there, honey. It feels wonderful up my ass. You're going to get me hooked on it." She flexed her glutes around the base of my cock. "I feel so full." 

Her ass sheathed my sword to the hilt in a snug grip. When I rocked out, then back in, Karen moaned softly, her mouth wide. I groaned in harmony, enjoying the warmth and smoothness. One stroke led to more, until we were both singing our bliss in time to the rhythmic thrusts of my hips. 

"Ooooo, yes...fuck my fucking ass...all the way in, honey...so deep...so good," she grunted, her fingers working over her vacant, gaping pussy. 

While I was definitely enjoying the sensation of her ass gripping my dick, I must admit that the sight was driving me insane. Guys tend to be visually oriented ; ask any porn director. I certainly was, and the image of my thick shaft stretching her anus wide open, and disappearing into her body, while her pussy dangled open above, twitching in response to my strokes...well, it had me nearly ready to flood her rectum with cum. She was clawing at her pussy, hooking fingers deep inside, and abusing her clit furiously. The motion of her arms made her big, beautiful tits jiggle and shake, adding to the visual buffet of cum inducing factors. Her words had become screams. 

"MMMNNAHHHHN! FUUUUCK MY ASSSSS!...YESSSS! I'M CUMMMMING!"

I squinted. Well, if you remember correctly...Karen squirts. Karen sprays. Karen is incredible. I didn't want to miss the show, but I left my safety goggles in my bathroom, where I had been doing plumbing in the traditional sense, earlier today. Hence the squint. 

As it happens, I was safe. Her fingers diffused the flow, causing a more gentle and wider spread shower of her sweet juices to sprinkle across my chest and stomach, as she shrieked her joy. 

The fountains at the Bellagio inspire 'oooos and ahhhhs'. Karen's fountain, the finale in her show, inspired me to 'Ooooo and ahhh' for slightly more personal reasons, as I spewed hot cum deep inside her bowel. 

I collapsed on top of her. Both of us were sticky with sweat and pussy juice, gasping for breath after mutual earthshattering orgasms, yet desperate to taste each other's lips. 

"Thank you so much," she whispered, holding me close. 

"My pleasure," I smiled, "and thank you as well." 

***

Ten days of 'normal' followed. Normal for us, anyway. I spent every night in Karen's bed, even though we didn't have sex every night. It was very comfortable, and I let it stay that way, not wanting to introduce tension by bringing up my feelings. 

That was a mistake, made even worse when Karen dropped in on me on Wednesday afternoon. I was upstairs, installing tile in my master bathroom. 

"Yoo hoo?" I heard. 

"Up here," I called, and momentarily Karen appeared in the doorway. 

"Looking good in here," she smiled, casting her gaze around. "I can't wait to have a shower in the new bath. Are you busy Saturday night?" 

We still....yes still...hadn't been out together in public. I naturally assumed she was correcting that oversight. 

"No," I replied happily. "Are we going out?" 

"Yes... " she answered. 

My heart did a little jump of joy. Prematurely. 

"... I got us a double date," she finished. "I get the brother, and you get the sister. I hope you don't mind that I offered your services? I've met Charlie, and I think you'll have fun with her." 

"Charlie?" I asked. The name had distracted me, even though it was the least of my worries. I wanted to go out with Karen, but not as a partner for her partner's partner. Shit. 

"Charlotte really, but she prefers Charlie," she clarified. "She's cute, a bit shorter than me, blonde, great personality..."

"Oh no," I groaned. "The kiss of death. No one ever says that without a reason. Does she have a horn in the middle of her forehead?" 

"Would I do that to you?" she scoffed, "and you didn't let me finish. She's lost a lot of weight..." I groaned, but Karen held up her hand, silencing me, "...and now, she's right up your alley. Come on...it'll be fun."

"I thought you didn't like dating?" I offered. "You didn't like the last one."

"Well no, I didn't, but it was him I didn't like," she giggled. "I did like everything else...even his hands on me. Besides, what are you complaining about? If you recall...you're the one who closed the deal. Twice." 

Oh yes. I recall just fine. "Okay, I'm in." I nodded. 

***

Saturday arrived. 

I rolled over in bed, and spooned behind Karen. She moaned, and wiggled her butt against me. 

"Good morning, lover," she giggled. "Thank you for last night." 

"Any time," I smiled, wrapping her in my arms. "And I do mean ANY time." 

"Ready for tonight?" she asked, pointing out the elephant in the room. 

"I can't believe I let you talk me into it," I replied, "but I suppose I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

At first, my main objection to this date had been that another man was taking my place beside Karen. Then I realized that this was my first date after the divorce. I would be in the company of another woman, and because it was a double date, I had to stick it out, no matter how it was going. That made me nervous. I didn't want to ruin Karen's night out. Or did I? 

The day went quickly. I continued to work on my bathroom until late afternoon, before going back over to Karen's house to have a shower. Funny how things had reversed. 

I walked in to find her wrapped in a towel, doing her hair and makeup. After dropping my clothes on the floor, I reached in and started the shower, stepping in when the water was warm enough. I let the warmth cascade over me, easing the aches of the day, while I thought about the evening to come. 

She filled me in on the background of our dates as she worked. Old friends from her youth. Her date, Tim, had recently divorced, and she had always found him interesting. If things had happened differently, she might have married him back then, but now she just wanted to catch up. Charlie, his youngest sister...ten years younger...was back in town for a visit, and Tim wouldn't go without her. Karen remembered her as a chubby little girl, but assured me that she had grown up quite nicely. 

"You're pretty quiet," Karen observed. "Nervous about tonight?" 

"A bit," I laughed. "I'll be okay." My eyes were closed, so I didn't see her reach in through the curtain, until I felt her hand grasp my soft penis, and looked down. 

"Want me to relax you?" she giggled. My rapidly hardening erection answered for me. "It would appear that at least part of you is ready to go. I suppose I owe you for getting you into this."

She stroked it a few times, turning me sideways so she could remain outside he shower and still perform her duty. She knelt, and plunged her mouth over the head of my cock, inching her lips down as far as she could, which was nearly all the way. 

God, I loved a good blowjob. I guess that's probably a redundant statement, as I'm sure there's very, very, very few men who don't. I looked down into her perfect blue eyes, nicely enhanced by eye shadow and mascara, and she winked. The freshly applied bright red of her lipstick was smeared across my shaft as she bobbed her head eagerly. Her tongue worked its magic, teasing the underside of my hard meat, and bringing me ever closer to exploding in her mouth. 

My legs began to quiver, and Karen knew the big finish was near, so she moaned and increased her pace, sucking harder. Her reward was mere seconds away. 

Her reward. Yeah, right. It was my reward, and it felt incredible, as she jammed her mouth forward and swallowed my load of jizz. I would normally have grabbed her head and held on, but I didn't want to mess up her hair. The damage to her makeup was enough trouble to put her through. 

I spurted over and over, while she gulped it down, sucking feverishly. When I was empty, she released me, and I slumped against the wall, bracing my hands on my knees. 

"Oh shit," I panted. "Thank...you...baby." 

"Mmmmm mmmmm, you're welcome," she smiled, licking her lips. "Now hustle. They're going to be here in half an hour." 

Right. No dawdling. I turned the water temperature down, hoping the cool water would clear my head and urge me out faster. It worked, and I was soon pulling my pants back on for the trip back to my house, to get dressed. 

When I finished dressing, I locked up and headed back over to Karen's, clearing the bushes just as a big black car rolled into her driveway. She was just closing her door as well, and we made eye contact. She smiled. 

"You look good," she giggled. 

"You look better," I smiled, and it was true. She hadn't asked my opinion about her dress tonight, choosing a black one that really showed her off. 

The car stopped, and the front doors opened. A dark haired guy stepped out of the driver's side. 

"Tim...Nice to see you," Karen bubbled, stepping over to hug him. He gave her body a quick once over, and smiled. "This is Dan," she continued. 

"Tim," I nodded, taking his handshake. He seemed about my age, maybe a little older. He nodded back. 

"Dan, meet my sister, Charlotte," he said, gesturing to the blonde moving around to the near side of the car. 

She looked a little nervous, but otherwise, Karen had done a good job describing her. Charlie was cute, with pixie features and big blue eyes that went well with her long blonde hair. Her body was...holy shit! She was built, with an abundance of curves, and breasts at least the equal of Karen's major melons. She was wearing a light dress, blue in colour. 

"Please, call me Charlie," she smiled, pecking me on the cheek. "Nice to meet you."

"We should get going, Karen," Tim suggested. He opened the door for her. Charlie did the same for me, but the back door of the sedan opened...backwards? 

Inside, the car was roughly the size of my living room. Huge. I was stunned. Charlie filled me in. 

"This was my grandfather's car. He bought it brand new in 1969. He was a fan of President Lincoln, so I suppose buying a Lincoln was his way of showing it. The suicide doors are pretty cool, aren't they?" she smiled, sliding in next to me. She pulled the door shut as Tim took his place behind the wheel. He started the engine, and we backed out of the driveway. 

Charlie told me all about the history of the car, and how they had recently done some work on it, restoring the interior. How her parents had gone out together in it. 

"I think Dad got Mom pregnant with Tim on this very seat," she giggled, patting the leather beside her. 

"There's no proof of that!" Tim exclaimed from the front, laughing. "And I'll thank you to stop spreading such vicious gossip!" 

"Right, and they named you Lincoln by accident," Charlie retorted, rolling her eyes. "He's such a dweeb."




Just Being Neighbourly Pt. 02



Apparently, bashing her brother relaxed her, because she opened up, and we talked quite freely for the rest of the drive to the theatre. Her blue eyes were quite intoxicating, as they sparkled with her smile. It appeared that I might be in store for an evening of enjoyable company, even if she wasn't the woman that would have been my first choice. When we arrived, I had another surprise. 

I had heard of these theatres, but never been to one. There was a lounge area for the sole use of these two theatres, despite the eight others in the building. We had dinner in the lounge...a pleasant meal, with pleasant conversation. Charlie was growing on me. 

Show time approached, so we moved into the theatre, where I was surprised...again...by the seats, and the fact we could get bar service in them. The seats were paired, like a loveseat, with lap tables at each end, and a removable armrest between the two seats. It was very luxurious, like a first class flight that never left the ground. Everyone ordered drinks, and popcorn, and chocolate. As the waitress left to get our order, Charlie lifted the armrest out of the way, and moved closer. 

"Is it okay if I snuggle?" she asked quietly. I saw that Karen had already taken a similar position in the seat she shared with Tim. If she was going to, I was going to. 

"Of course," I answered, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. Charlie smiled, and pressed tight against me, as the waitress returned. I swung the table over my lap, and Charlie helped unload the tray. She playfully fed me popcorn, while Karen watched out of the corner of her eye. 

Once the movie started, I temporarily forgot about my sexy neighbour sitting a few feet away, with her body against another man. Charlie fed me, and we watched the show on the screen. The movie was intriguing, but Charlie was having a distracting effect.  

Between feeding me popcorn, she rested her hand on my leg. That parking spot started down by my knee, but began to creep upward as the show continued, until it was right next to my crotch, fractions of an inch away. I could only guess where it was going to stop next. Scratch that. I knew where it was going. When she lifted it to retrieve another few kernels for each of us, I held my breath, awaiting her next move. 

She didn't disappoint. Sure enough, she placed her hand back on my thigh, fingers extended enough to reach my cock. She caressed teasingly, and inched further, finally palming my bulge. She tilted her head back and made eye contact, then mouthed a silent 'Ooooo'. 

"Charlie..." I whispered, "... Really?" 

She tilted again, and smiled at me, reaching around to rearrange my arm, pulling my hand to the side of her huge breast. Still looking into my eyes, she returned to her soft touch on my bulge, which had begun to swell a bit more. Another smile, and she looked back to the screen. 

I glanced over, catching Karen as her attention was focused on Charlie's naughty hand. She looked away, but kept peeking over. 

I decided that if Charlie was going to offer herself for a grope in the dark, I wouldn't turn her down, and fondled her right breast gently. She responded by giving me a squeeze back, and I gave her another, firmer grab. 

There wasn't much movie left, which is good, because she had me fully erect within minutes. My hand was alternating between grabbing her ass, and groping as much firm breast as possible. My focus was divided, and I don't remember much about how the movie ended. The credits began to roll, and the lights came up. 

I looked over at Karen, who seemed a little flushed. She was still gazing at Charlie's hand, which was under cover of the table, on my crotch. The crowd thinned out, until we were able to fall in with them. Tim and Karen went down the right aisle, while Charlie led down the left side. She stepped aside before the last stair and let me past, then grabbed my hand, pulling me back to her for a kiss. It was little more than a playful peck, but I could feel Karen's eyes burning into the back of my head as they passed. 

I used Charlie as a screen on the way out, covering my obvious erection. She used it to her advantage, stopping suddenly several times, so that my hard bulge pressed into her. She giggled as we reached the car, leading me in and dragging me behind her. 

She had a naughty, yet coy expression on her face, and licked her lips in anticipation of what might come next. Tim and Karen settled into the front seat, and Tim turned to look at his sister. 

"Well, that was fun," he said. "What's next?" 

Charlie never even turned her gaze away from me. No one else was offering suggestions, so she spoke up. 

"I don't know about everyone else," she giggled, "I'd like a nice quiet spot to park in. I know it's very 'teenage', but I feel like making out." 

Karen laughed, and shrugged her acceptance, so Tim turned the key. 

Charlie was on me before we made it out of the parking lot, kissing me with escalating passion and excitement. I resumed my exploration of her body with both hands, and she moaned encouragement softly. Tim found us a spot relatively quickly, but my attention was on Charlie, so I hardly noticed. 

She was a hot little kisser, with lips that expressed her arousal in their soft touch. Between moments of lusty embrace, she explained herself. 

"Dan," she whispered, "as you know, I'm not living nearby anymore. I don't expect this evening will lead to anything long term and concrete. I'm only here to have some fun, so I hope you don't mind my being a bit forward." I shook my head. "Good," she smiled, "So don't worry about offending me. I want you to touch me, anywhere and everywhere. And I want to fuck you." 

I'm not sure I understand...could you please repeat that, and be a little more specific? Your statement was a little vague. NOT! 

Her next move left little open to interpretation, as well. A mischievous grin painted her features, as her hand resumed the caressing actions she had begun in the theatre, teasing my cock through my pants. 

"This feels promising," she giggled. "And big. I only hope my little pussy can handle it." 

I had a feeling her 'little pussy', as she had put it, was well experienced with a variety of erections, of all shapes and sizes. She may have had pixie-ish features, but she was obviously no angel. 

A glance toward the front seat confirmed that Karen and Tim were similarly involved. She was sitting astride Tim's lap, and they were exchanging sloppy kisses, complete with softly passionate moans and groans. 

That pretty much settled things for me. As I said before, if she was going to, I was going to. My feelings were a confused mix of jealousy and excitement, but not confused enough to turn Charlie's charms down. 

Speaking of Charlie, the little minx was now on my lap as well, and picked up where she left off before she felt the need to talk. My tongue was lured out to play, and she had captured it, leading to us singing harmony with the front seat. The car was filled with the sound of wet kisses and tangling tongues. It was really quite arousing, as if Charlie's nubile, buxom body wasn't doing an adequate job of that already. She reached behind her neck and unzipped her dress, then wriggled her shoulders clear of the garment. She held it against her chest, covering her breasts, and asked one of the dumbest questions I had ever heard. 

"Do you want to see my tits?" she whispered. See...I told you it was a stupid question. Did I really need to answer it? 

"Yes please," I replied politely, with a smile. 

Maybe this is what Karen meant when she said Charlie was 'right up my alley'. She knew of my fondness for the full curves of her own beautiful globes. She knew I was a card carrying, confirmed, unrepentant breast man. I suppose I was the one being stupid now. 

Charlie let the fabric drop around her waist, and I let my chin drop to the floor. Wow! What a rack! I wouldn't say her boobs were bigger than Karen's DD's, or better than my neighbours delicious orbs...but she was twelve years younger, and hers were maybe a bit more perky, with a devastating cleft of cleavage between the rounded shapes. A lacy black bra cradled them, offering them up for me to inspect, barely covering the stubby nipples. 

I was suddenly very glad she had already made it abundantly clear that she wanted to fuck, as I succumbed to my baser instincts. My hands moved quickly from her hips, up to her chest, to hold those big boobs, one in each eager palm. Full and heavy, I hefted them, then dragged the straps of her bra off her shoulders, baring them for my lips to conduct their own investigation. 

"Mmmmm, yes," she gasped. "I love having my nipples sucked." She reached behind again, and unhooked the bra, dropping it on the floor of the car. She used her hands now, holding her breasts up and out, moving first one then the other to my attentive lips. That attention was coaxing her cherry nips to full height, while she moaned softly. I kept switching from one breast to the other, for a few minutes, and she kept grinding her pussy over the hard bulge in my pants. 

"My turn," she chirped, pulling her dress off over her head as she moved off my lap. Before I could wonder what it was 'her turn' to do, she had taken a spot kneeling on the broad floor of the car, between my legs, and was unbuckling my belt. I helped, raising my hips to let her tug my pants down and off. My underwear was doing a poor job containing my rampant cock, but she just yanked them down, letting my erection spring free. Without further comment, she dropped her wet mouth over the head, and slid her lips further down. 

"Oh shit, Charlie...suck my cock," I breathed. I had been watching her, but now let my head rest back on the seat. When my eyes opened again, I was looking right at Karen, who was smiling at me. 

Oh yeah...I almost forgot she was up front. Tim was gnawing dutifully on her hard nipples, and she was cooing her approval, but she was watching Charlie's head bob rhythmically in my lap. Her breasts were quite bare, as well, and Tim's face was buried in her cleavage. 

With all the heavy breathing going on, the car was getting a little warm, and moist. I pulled my shirt off, joining Charlie in the 'nearly naked' category. I was just starting to wonder if this was going to be a blowjob to completion, when her hands began to fumble at her purse, coming out with a string of condoms. 

"Always prepared," she giggled, saluting with three fingers, in a way I'm sure the girl scouts never intended. She tore one off the bandolier of prophylactics, and ripped it open with her teeth, rolling it lovingly over my shaft. "There. Ready for action. I know I am," she smiled, moving up to straddle me again. I scooted lower on the bench seat, aiming my probe at the receptacle she had bared by pulling the crotch of her panties aside. I watched her puffy lips spread, swallowing the head of my cock as I felt the warmth of her cunt envelop my shaft. 

"Got one of those for me, Sis?" Tim begged from the front seat. Karen had disappeared from view, so I assumed she was preparing him for battle, as well. 

Charlie moaned as my cock reached bottom, and threw the rubbers over her shoulder blindly. 

"Here!" she hissed at her brother. She was making faces at me that I could only interpret as ecstatic. "Now don't bother me! I'm busy!" 

Busy. Yes, that's one way to describe it. She was busy. Busy bouncing her snug pussy up and down on my cock. Busy jiggling her big tits for my viewing pleasure. Busy driving me nuts, and busy fucking me like a wild woman. 

The ornament hanging from the rear view mirror had begun to swing with Charlie's rambunctious motions, so I knew the car was moving. Oh well, at least the springs weren't squeaking. 

"Oh fuck, that's a nice cock," Charlie groaned. "I do hope you can go more than once, because I'm really horny tonight."

"I'll do my best," I laughed, smacking her ass loudly. 

"Ooooo!" she gasped. "Do it again! I like it!" 

"Fuck me with that wet cunt," I growled, swatting her rump again. She moaned, and increased her pace. "That's it...harder! Pound that pussy on me. Cum for me!" Another swat echoed through the car. 

"Uhhhhhnnnmmmmyessssss!" she groaned deeply, and began to shudder in my embrace. Her pussy clamped down tight, as she shook and gasped for air. She froze in place, grinding her clit against the base of my cock. 

The car was still rocking gently, and I looked forward, where Karen was riding Tim in a similar fashion. Her eyes were closed, and her head tilted back. I watched her breasts swing and sway gently. That's about when Charlie started moving again. 

NOW the springs in the car were squeaking. Apparently two women skewering themselves in the same car was too much motion, and a rhythmic metallic squeal, just loud enough to be heard, penetrated the heavy breathing. 

I couldn't help myself. I started to snicker. 

Well, it was funny...and I had this image of a crowd gathering around us, watching the car bounce happily, and knowing what was going on behind the steamed up windows. And, as you know...laughter is infectious. 

Charlie joined in, giggling quietly at first, then louder as she realized she could make the squeaks more pronounced by bouncing harder. Tim was next, chortling softly from his position under Karen. 

"Please, don't make me laugh," Karen begged. "I'm trying to cum!" It was the exact wrong thing to say, as we all erupted in laughter. Karen's face was contorted in a mask of combined concentration and pleasure. She kept her focus, and her pace of strokes, for just long enough to reach her peak. I watched the expression on her face change to relief, then her brow furrowed as her orgasm hit her. 

"Oh shit... I'm cumming!" she gasped. I was expecting the full operatic version I had witnessed so often, but we were not in the privacy of her bedroom, so she did her best to mute the audible portion of the program, snorting and moaning while grinding herself through the pleasure. It was fun to watch, but much more fun to cause. Still, I wasn't immune to her show. 

Charlie had kept going full bore, throughout, and she quickly joined Karen, adding her own moans and groans of bliss to the no longer quiet car. Apparently, orgasms are as infectious as laughter, because I was only a moment behind, squirting inside the condom that separated me from truly enjoying her pussy. I groaned. 

"That's it, honey...cum for me," Charlie cooed. "I would have preferred it in my mouth, but you can do that with the next load." 

"Oh fuck!" Tim grunted, and I knew he was exploding inside Karen's delicious pussy. 

Charlie had managed to take the lead with that quick second score, but everyone was on the board, as we took our halftime break. The car grew quiet again, save for our collective heavy breathing. 

"Where's that waitress when you need her?" Charlie quipped. "I could use a drink and some chocolate about now." 

We all laughed. Four naked, sweaty adults in a vintage Lincoln, acting like horny teenagers. Perhaps the car was also a time machine. 

So why was I still jealous? 

***

Tim and Charlie dropped us off with goodnight kisses, in Karen's driveway. Round two in the car had been done doggy style, before I gave Charlie the snack she asked for, spurting down her throat. All I had seen of Karen during their second coupling was her legs spread wide...one draped over the seat back, and the other braced against the windshield. Tim's butt rose and fell rhythmically between them. 

We waved goodbye as they drove away, then turned back to each other. 

"Coming in for a few minutes?" she asked me. "I'm too wound up to sleep." 

"Sure," I replied, wondering when she decided I wasn't staying for the night. 

We walked in together, and ended up in the kitchen, drinking coffee and chatting about the evening. 

"So...you seemed to have a good time with Charlie," she smiled, peeking over the rim of her cup. 

"Yes, well, I suppose so. She was pretty fun," I offered. "A bit of a..." 

"Slut?" Karen suggested. I couldn't see if she was smiling or not behind her coffee cup. 

"I was thinking 'free spirit', but 'slut' may apply equally well," I laughed. "She moves pretty quick." Karen snorted. 

"Yeah, I think groping your cock in public an hour after meeting you qualifies as 'quick'. I won't even go into the rest of it," she smiled. 

Oh no, please... Go into the rest of it, I thought. How did it feel watching her fuck me right in front of you? Did you feel the way I felt watching Tim fuck you, a few feet away? 

"Yes, I thought you saw that," I replied, deciding to leave it alone for now. "She put my hand on her breast, too. I couldn't really see what you two were up to, but I assume you weren't praying."

Karen blushed, and the corners of her mouth twitched. 

"No...no praying, unless 'oh my god' counts," she giggled. "He was pretty quick, too. I should have stopped him."

"Why didn't you?" I asked. "What did he do?"

"Oh, he grabbed my boobs, and felt me up good. Managed to get his hand under my skirt," she said, in a 'manner of fact' fashion. "As for why I didn't stop him...I guess watching Charlie and you was getting me hot."

Ah, that accounts for the flushed look when the lights came up, I thought. 

"So, when she jumped on me in the back seat..." I began. 

"I was this close to coming over the seat to join you!" she gasped, holding her fingers up an inch apart. "Then Tim parked us, and, well..." 

"Yes, I remember what happened next," I laughed. You fucked him... or he fucked you... right in front of me. Not a pleasant memory, despite the fact that Charlie was bouncing quite enjoyably on my cock during the whole thing. 

"You know," she giggled, "That's the first time I've ever seen two people have sex in person. Lots of times on tape, of course...I've got my porn stash, just like anybody else. Live action is much more arousing. The sounds, the smells ; it really got to me."

"So I gather," I answered. "I got to watch you, too. The top half, anyway."

"Was it your first live show, too?" she asked. 

"Unfortunately not," I winced. 

A few seconds passed before she remembered, then a look of anguish crossed her face. 

"Oh, right. I'm sorry. I forgot," she said softly.

"Not your fault," I breathed. "Besides, watching you was pretty hot." I just like watching it better from under you. 

There was a lull in conversation for a moment. There were so many things I could say. So many I should say. Many I desperately wanted to say. If only I knew what she was feeling. She seemed to be having the same thoughtful pause, but then spoke up. 

"Okay, I think I'm ready to sleep now," she said softly. "I hope you understand if I need some space tonight."

"Of course," I replied. Not really, I thought. She walked me to the door. 

"I had fun tonight," she smiled. "Hopefully we can do it again." She kissed me on the cheek, and I stepped out into the darkness. 

Shit. 

***

I laid awake for over an hour, staring at my ceiling. 

"Hopefully we can do it again?" I whispered. I don't know if I can survive doing that again, and I'm not talking about Charlie fucking my brains out. Every time Karen goes out with another man, she gets farther away. I want us to be together, but we're moving the wrong direction. 'Friends with benefits' is a fallacy. It can't work. There are only two logical outcomes. I wanted the one where we lived happily ever after, as a couple, but it appeared we were heading toward the other end of the spectrum. The end where I became a friend without benefits, if I remained a friend at all. 

I couldn't let that happen. Ready or not, I needed to tell her the truth. I needed to tell her how I felt. 




Just Being Neighbourly Pt. 02



I needed to tell her...I loved her. 

I picked up my phone. 

Karen? Are you awake? I typed. There was no response. I was just about to give up when... 

Yes. Can't sleep. 

Me neither I replied. Feeling guilty. 

Guilty? Why? Because you had sex with Charlie? she responded immediately. 

A bit. That's not the real reason though. I sent. 

Then why guilty? she asked. 

Lied to you, I answered. 

Lied? About what? 

About tonight. Didn't really have fun, I admitted. 

It looked like you were having fun ;-) she sent back. 

Oh boy. Point of no return time. My fingers shook as I typed my answer. 

Seeing you with another man is torture. I don't like it. I didn't like you going out last week, and tonight was worse. I know we're supposed to just be friends, but I don't know if I can do that anymore. I don't think I can only be your friend, even with benefits. I want more. 

There was a long pause. The cat was freed from the bag, and could never be bagged again. When it did come, her response was succinct. 

Get your ass over here. We need to talk. Now. Back door. 

I was either being called to the principal's office, or my dreams were about to come true. Either way, things were changing. 

I don't even remember how I got to her door. No slippers, just bare feet in the dewy grass. She was waiting. 

Oh boy, was she waiting. 

She hit me like a hurricane of passion, crushing her body into mine. Her lips were wet and soft, but demanding, as she kissed me fiercely. The embrace we shared was urgent, and so very right. No words were spoken, just moans of emotional release, until she pulled away. 

"Dan, why didn't you tell me?" she panted. "I thought you weren't ready, or weren't feeling anything for me. If I had known, I never would have..." 

I cut her off with another kiss, pushing her back against the wall of the hallway. My hands grabbed at her, pulling at the thin fabric that covered her body. I suddenly realized it was the same pink outfit from the night of her plumbing emergency. Images of her... soaking wet, clothing glued to her spectacular curves... filled my head. I picked her up and dragged her into the kitchen, stopping in front of the sink. I turned her away from me, and bent her over the counter. 

I'm not really sure what came over me. I'm not usually the type to be rough. I prefer to be gentle, but the flood of emotions put me over the edge. 

Her pyjama bottoms were shorts, with a slit partway up each side. I could have just pulled them down around her ankles, but that wasn't fast enough. My cock was like steel, and I needed her pussy right now. 

I grabbed the edge of her thin pink shorts at the side slit, and wrenched upwards and across. The fabric rended with a surprisingly loud shriek in the darkness as I tore them off, letting the destroyed remains fall around her left foot. I freed my cock, and stabbed it inside her warm, wet depths. 

"Oh goddddddddddddd! Yes, Dan! Take me!" she groaned, as I began to shaft her with long, deep strokes. 

My hands reached around, grabbing her breasts roughly. She grunted and pressed back, meeting every thrust with her firm rump. She was hanging on to the faucet for dear life. 

I needed her breasts bare, and the t-shirt was in the way, so I used the same method remove it as I had her shorts, ripping it open down the back. She moaned her agreement as I tore it away, and mauled her boobs as they dangled and swung with my strokes.  

"Fuck me, Dan! Just fuck me! I love it! Show me how you feel!" she screamed. "I'm yours!" 

Moonlight was streaming in through the kitchen window, illuminating the smooth skin of her back, and rippling flesh of her butt as I fucked her hard. Her red hair was flying wildly. This was our spot, the scene of our first time, if you don't count the oral escapades that preceded it by an hour. I leaned over her back and whispered in her ear. 

"Remember how this started?" I hissed, still pounding her feverishly. 

"Mmmmm, yes," she moaned. "I'll never think of plumbing the same way again."

Within a minute or two, she was cumming, screeching as a river of juice flowed down her thighs. The sudden warmth and increase in moisture did the same to me, and I grunted through several spurts into her juicy cunt. Exhausted, I rested my head on her back, breathing hard. She was doing the same. 

"I love you, Karen," I whispered. "I should have told you long ago..."

She stood up, dislodging my softening dick from her pussy and unleashing a flood that splattered on the floor. Turning, she pressed her finger to my lips. 

"Shhhhh...no regrets, darling," she smiled. "You said it. That's all that matters. I feel the same way. I love you, too."

She slipped away, leaving her shredded clothes and a puddle on the kitchen floor, before pausing at the doorway. 

"Come to bed. We have plenty to celebrate, and all night to show each other how we feel," she giggled. I watched her supple buttocks glide away in the darkness. "I'll be waiting." 

I guess the tunnel won't be necessary, after all. It appeared we were ready to go public. 

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So...Dan and Karen will soon be the subject of neighbourhood gossip, but that will have to wait for the next chapter. 

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