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Stacey Ch. 01

By: stevieraygovan



This is the third and final series from a group of nonfiction stories that began with "Angelina" and continued with "Sisters."

~ ~ ~

Sometimes there is no way to explain or even justify life. It simply assaults you, absolutely at random. Things happen that are so utterly cruel, you realize the gods must have it in for you. Then, just when everything seems completely hopeless, and crushing despair is all you can feel, life often changes its fickle mind and blesses you with something equally wonderful.

~ ~ ~

My beautiful wife of six years lay dying in a hospital bed. Christ, she was only twenty-seven; way too young to be on a fucking life-support machine. Still, there she was, slipping away, and all I could do was hold her hand as I cried at her side.

The EKG monitor finally went flat. My angel had lost her battle to survive, and we never even got to say goodbye.

Some drunken asshole had passed out at the wheel and crossed the center line, effectively ending two lives when he crashed into Angelina. She was just driving home from the grocery store, and suddenly she was gone. I may as well have died too.

The asshole drunk driver? He hardly suffered a scratch, and didn't remember a thing.

I was lost. I didn't want to live any longer.

One dreary Wednesday evening I was sitting at the dining room table writing my suicide note when my older brother burst into the kitchen.

Scott was like Kramer from Seinfeld in that he never knocked before he would just come barging in. He lived in L.A. with his wife Monica, but he was in San Francisco that week on business so I had him staying at my place.

He sat down at the table with me, and before I could even do anything he snatched my paper away. "What's this?" he asked casually.

Once he read the first few sentences, he slammed the paper on the table. Pissed off, he shoved me in the chest, knocking me to the kitchen floor. "This is bullshit!" he roared. "You are not going to do this to Mom! You cannot fuck us over like this!"

He expected me to fight back, or at least attempt to explain myself, but I had no fight in me, and nothing to say.

When he finally calmed down, he made me tell him everything. We talked deep into the night, then he called Monica to let her know what was going on. Long story short, we agreed that the only chance I had was to move somewhere far away and try to start a whole new life.

"Here's what's going to happen," he said. "I'm taking you out of here. You're coming to live with Monica and me, and we're leaving tonight. We'll worry about the rest later."

~ ~ ~

The months dragged by. Life went on. I didn't care, so Scott managed to sell my house. I was staying in one of his extra bedrooms in their modest, well-kept home in L.A. He and Monica tried to keep me involved in things, and I did my best to be courteous and friendly, but mostly I was just existing. I would get up and go to work, then come home and watch TV with them until it was time to go to bed. On my off days I'd help around the house and otherwise just try to keep busy somehow.

I wasn't still thinking about suicide; at least not constantly, anyway, the way I had been before. I sure as hell wasn't thinking much about living, either. Like I said, I was just existing.

I appreciated all their help, so I gave Scott $20,000 from the sale of my house. He didn't want to take it, but I insisted, and I put the rest in the bank. I felt the time had come to stop being a burden to them, and I had at least regained enough emotional stability to convince them that I wasn't going to kill myself. I'd be okay eventually, was the working plan.

We decided I would get my own place. That was the whole point of moving away, wasn't it, to start all over? At some point I was going to have to try, and they grudgingly agreed it was time.

I didn't want another house. I didn't want anything other than an apartment, or maybe even just a room for rent. I wanted as few responsibilities as possible. 

A few days later I was browsing the local classifieds over breakfast at a coffee shop. I circled a fairly promising 'Room for Rent' ad: 'Single woman looking to share a small but nice two-bedroom apartment. Good location, clean apartment. Male or female, either is fine. Pets are negotiable. No smokers and no flakes.'

I called the number and was shocked to hear my friend Stacey answer the phone!

"Stacey?"

"Dan? Is that you? Hey, whatcha doing? We haven't talked in, what's it been, a couple of years now?"

"I was...well, I was calling in response to your room for rent ad!" I said, laughing.

That was the first time I'd laughed in I don't know how long.

"My room for rent ad? What happened to your house up north? Where's Angie?"

"Stacey, can I come and see you? We need to talk."

"Definitely. Come on over," she said, and she gave me her address.

"I can be there in about an hour. Is that okay?"

"That's fine. It's so great to hear your voice again! See you in a bit!"

Two hours later I was sitting on her couch, and I'd told her everything. We cried together for a long time.

"Oh, Dan, I'm so sorry. I can't believe it. I just can't believe Angie is gone. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you."

"It's not your fault, Stacey. Things happen, and sometimes people just fall out of touch."

~ ~ ~

Stacey and I were best friends growing up. We were next-door neighbors, so we went to elementary school, junior high and high school together. She was a tomboy, always just 'one of the guys.' Though we were never boyfriend and girlfriend, at nine years old we were each other's first kissing partners. Hiding beneath the stairs in our apartment complex, we played "I'll show you mine if you show me yours!"

We always sat together in class, and she would cheat off my work. We did homework together too, and when we were in high school we went to football games and movies as part of a larger group of friends. We were inseparable. We remained friends throughout high school before heading off to the same college.

By that time she was no longer a tomboy, and I definitely noticed the change. She had become a very beautiful young woman.

The thing is, during all that time we never managed to date. She had her boyfriends, I had my girlfriends, and it became difficult to keep seeing each other.

Although we promised to stay in touch when she moved on to grad school some 3,000 miles away, our contacts became much less frequent. Because we did at least manage to keep up with each other via the occasional letter, she came to our wedding when I married Angie, my on-again/off-again girlfriend from the time we were eleven years old. The three of us were friends in high school, but Angie and I ended up taking it all the way.

Stacey always seemed to be okay with it, though there was often an underlying current of tension between us whenever the subject of Angie came up. "Dan, I'm fine with you two being together. I like her a lot, and she's good for you," she told me one day during our summer break before the start of college. "Besides, it's not as if we're boyfriend and girlfriend, right? I get it...we're only friends. Look, I admit I sometimes feel a little jealous about you being with her, but I know I have no right. Let's not make a big deal over it, okay? Just let me handle it on my own, and I'll manage."

"Really?" I asked. "You? Jealous? I never knew."

"I never wanted you to know, alright? I'm just 'one of the guys,' remember? So can we drop it now?"

The last time I had spoken to Stacey she'd just earned her master's degree and was looking for a job. She was thinking of moving back to L.A., where we all grew up together. That was more than two years ago.

~ ~ ~

"So how long have you been back in L.A.?" I asked.

"About a year now," Stacey said. 

"Why didn't you call or write to let us know where you were?" 

"I don't know, I guess I just thought it would be best if I left you and Angie alone."

"Were you ever going to call or write?" 

"What about you?" she responded defensively. "It's not like you kept writing me either."

"Stacey, you know I would have always made sure you had my new address and phone number if anything ever changed."

"Well, I'm sorry. Now I'm really sorry," she added, hugging me. 

"Anyway," I continued, "what's your story? Why are you renting out your second bedroom?"

"Oh, well, my last roommate was a total flake. She skipped out on me with no notice. She didn't even pay her final month's rent. That's why I put 'no flakes' in my ad," she laughed. "I'm still paying off my school loans, and while I'm working and doing okay, I still need to be pretty frugal about things. Besides, you know me, I was never into money, flashy cars and all that fancy stuff. This place is fine for me. I'm always working, so I'm hardly ever here. I just need a reliable roommate."

Of course we made the decision that I'd come live there. She was thrilled, and I was at least relieved. We talked about how it would work living together, especially with her place having only one bathroom. We agreed there would probably be times when we'd need to share the bathroom in emergencies, and that knocking first would be a good idea. When necessary we'd throw on a towel, and if worse came to worst we would try to avert our eyes.

The idea was to keep things really casual and low-stress.

The same held true regarding the way we would dress around the apartment. Neither of us typically wore much at home anyway, so we wouldn't insist that the other wear a fur parka just for modesty's sake.

"What about dating and bringing people here?" she asked.

"There won't be anything for you to worry about there with me. I won't be bringing home any girls. Believe me, that's the last thing you have to worry about," I said, sullenly.

"Oh, Dan," she frowned, taking my hand.

"What about you?" I asked, changing the subject. "Dating anybody?"

"Nothing serious. I date here and there, but mostly I just don't have the time. If I ever do bring someone here, I promise I'll try to be discreet."

"It's your place, Stacey. You do whatever you want."

"Uh-huh," she said, eyeing me closely.

Finally we'd talked everything through, and I moved in the following week.

~ ~ ~

To be honest, not much had changed with me. I'd moved in with Stacey, but I was still working the same job. A couple of months had gone by, and I remained sad and withdrawn. When I wasn't at work, I was mostly staying to myself in my room.

Well, okay, one thing had changed. My brother Scott had decided that I needed to start looking at women again, so despite my protests he hooked up a new computer in my bedroom. 

"Porn, you idiot. What else would you need a computer for?" he laughed.

He also decided to start taking me to strip clubs almost every Friday night. Just to humor him, I went along with it. We went to the clubs, and I watched the beautiful dancers. I even browsed various porn sites, both the soft and hardcore varieties.

I really did try. I had some lap dances. I attempted to jack off in my bedroom. I did all the usual things that used to get me excited.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing worked. I couldn't become erect; certainly not enough to cum. I never told Scott that, though. He was trying so hard to help me snap out of my doldrums that I just didn't have the heart to burst his bubble.

The first crack in my ice occurred one morning during breakfast, and it was over the silliest, most mundane of events. While enjoying a rare day off from work, I was sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal when Stacey walked into the kitchen.

She was wearing her usual 'relaxing around the house' clothes: little jogging shorts and a t-shirt. Nothing out of the ordinary; it was pretty much the same as most of our mornings together.

For some reason, though, I happened to notice her legs that morning. It wasn't like I was leering at them or anything either. No, I just happened to notice them when she reached up to grab a glass from the cupboard.

'She has really pretty legs,' I found myself thinking. I also noticed that she had an incredibly great body. Despite her loose t-shirt it was obvious that she had nicely flared hips, a flat stomach and large, firm breasts. She clearly had a great ass, too. I mean an amazingly great ass.

'There is just nothing wrong with her body,' I thought. Then I noticed my cock starting to stir a little. 'Hey! That's a first!'

I hadn't gotten hard since Angie had passed. We'd shared a fantastic sex life, and once she was gone I basically ceased to be a sexual being.

Stacey caught me looking at her legs. Giving me a sweet smile, she poured herself a glass of juice before pulling up a chair beside me.

Like an idiot, I just kept staring.

"What? Dan, you're blushing," she grinned.

"Nothing," I said, quickly looking down at my cereal.

She gave me another sweet little smile. "Okay," she said, still smiling as she got up to put her glass in the sink before walking out of the kitchen.

I noticed her legs again, and her ass, too. 

'Why haven't I ever noticed her ass before?' I found myself thinking. It suddenly dawned on me that Stacey truly had a fantastic ass; really, a world-class ass. That was also the first time I noticed her blonde ponytail, which was bouncing prettily as she walked away. 

'Hmmmm,' I smiled to myself.

That evening I was watching a movie when Stacey came home with Chris, a co-worker she occasionally dated. She had brought him home twice before, and we all got along just fine. They'd hang out in the living room, I'd go to my room, and he would leave a couple of hours later.

That night Stacey asked me to stay and hang out with them. She said it was my apartment too, and that I didn't have to run off and hide in my room whenever Chris came over. Chris said the same thing, inviting me to stay and watch the movie with them.

I was in our little love seat facing the TV, and they were together on the couch. Eventually I turned off the lights so we could watch the movie better. After a while, I heard shifting sounds coming from the couch. Glancing their way, I noticed that Chris had moved. Having pulled Stacey close to his side, he had his arm around her shoulders. He was watching the movie, but Stacey was watching me. I quickly looked away.

About a half-hour later I heard more rustling sounds. Chris had dropped a hand over her shoulder, onto her breast. He was trying to undo the top buttons on her blouse, and Stacey was quietly trying to stop him. When she saw me watching, her eyes went into a brief panic.

Wanting to give her some space, I got up and went to the kitchen. Taking my time, I grabbed a glass of water before returning to the living room. "Thanks, guys, but I'm heading off to bed now," I said.

They were still on the couch, and Stacey had managed to close her blouse buttons. She looked up at me with deep sadness in her eyes. "Okay, sleep well," she said softly.

Chris said, "Have a good one."

I went to my room, where I took off my clothes and put on a pair of shorts.

Noticing another slight stirring in my cock, I thought, 'There it is again.' I was maybe halfway hard. 'Okay, let's fire up the ol' computer and see if I can't find something I like....'

I logged on and browsed around for a while.

Nothing. My half hard-on had gone away.

I heard Chris leave, and I was about to log off when I happened to stumble upon some pictures of a pretty blonde with a ponytail sticking out of her baseball cap.

'Mmmm,' I thought. Okay, that girl did a little something for me.

I heard a quiet knock on my bedroom door. "Dan, are you still awake?" came Stacey's voice.

"Yes, come on in."

When Stacey walked into my room, I noticed right away that she'd changed her clothes. She was again wearing her little shorts and t-shirt, and her long blonde hair that she had been wearing up was in a ponytail.

"Chris went home," she said. 

"I know. I heard him leave."

"I sent him home. I thought he was making you uncomfortable."

"Stacey, no, you don't have to do that. This is your apartment, and you have a life. Believe me, live your life."

"It's just that I know you saw...well, you know...."

"Stacey, it's okay. What, because I live with you now, you're not supposed to have any fun? I don't want that for you."

"Are you sure? I can always take him to my room, or maybe we should just go to his place instead. I hate that you feel like you have to hide in your room whenever I have company. This is your place too now. I want you to feel totally welcome here."

"Stacey, look, if it'll make you feel better, I'll try to not 'hide in my room' every time he comes over. Okay?"

"I'd like that."

"The thing is, it works both ways."

"What do you mean?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Stacey, I saw you. I saw that look of panic in your eyes when Chris had his hand on you and you knew I was watching. You were far more weirded out over it than I was. I took off to give you some space simply because you looked so uncomfortable with my seeing him touching you."

"I'm so sorry about that, Dan. I really am. I've never been in that situation before, you know, with another guy, and you...watching me. I guess I can't help but think back to how jealous I used to feel whenever I saw you and Angie making out. I'm sorry I did that tonight. I should just not bring him here anymore."

"Stacey, please don't do that to me."

"Don't do what to you?" she asked, fear showing in her beautiful eyes.

"Don't be so afraid for me. You're a grown woman. I know you're going to date, and I know what happens when people date, okay?" I gave her a small smile.

"I don't know, Dan. Are you sure? You really don't mind seeing me like that?"

"Well, I don't know that I'd go that far," I added, still smiling. "I'm just saying you deserve to have fun, and I don't want to be the reason you don't have any. Look, let me deal with it, okay? Let me work it out within myself as to what I'm willing to watch. You just enjoy yourself. That's what I really want for you. I want you to be happy, Stacey."

Laughing, she said, "If you think I'm going to break down and have wild orgies in front of you just because you say it's okay, then you've got another thing coming, mister!"

We both laughed together, for maybe the first time since I'd moved in with her. 

"What about you, though? What are you doing about...you know..." she asked, grinning as she coyly raised her eyebrows.

That's when she noticed the girl on my computer screen - the girl with the long blonde ponytail. I realized too late that I'd left the image up on my screen.

I went to click it off.

"Dan...."

"Stacey, seriously, it's not what you think."

Again, she gave me a sweet smile. I think she knew she was driving me crazy with those little smiles.

"I'm serious," I said, embarrassed. "It's really not what you think."

"Oh, and what do I think?" she grinned, obviously enjoying my chagrin.

"I'm sure you must think I'm sitting in here all night jacking off or whatever to porn," I said, looking down. 

"Are you telling me you're not? Then who's she?" 

"She's someone I just found, literally only a minute ago."

Stacey went over to sit at my computer. Still wearing her beguiling little grin, she studied the picture of the blonde girl. "Dan, you can't even see her face, much less her ass or any of her body. She's not even naked. I don't get it."

"That's because there's nothing to get. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Nothing was going on. I happened to see that picture, and I was just trying to figure out why I like it so much when you came in. That's the whole truth, I swear."

"Okay," she teased, still smiling. "Look to your heart's content at pictures of pretty blondes with ponytails. Whatever floats your boat, sweetie!"


Stacey Ch. 01



This is a true story of lust and longing that an older married man has for his sexy single neighbour and how this develops into an obsession for him.

I welcome all comments, both positive and negative, on my stories or please feel free to email me.

Chapter 01 - The Beginning

My wife no doubt thought that I fancied Stacey but she clearly never knew the lengths that I might go to, to make my dreams come true. My name is Paul and I am 46 and live in Scotland, my wife Daisy is a gorgeous and very sexy 41 year old and we have a happy marriage and good sex life.

But then the girl next door is something else! Stacey is a 27 year old dyed blonde with a stunning figure and long shapely legs to die for. Whilst she is not that well endowed in the breast department what she has elsewhere certainly makes up for that and at 5'9 she is slim and shapely and in my eyes really delicious. 

I often used to wonder why Stacey didn't have a partner but having got to know her better; she told me she had problems in the past and found it hard to trust men. She did have a sex life, if you can call it that. She drank a lot and when drunk was an easy target (and easy lay) for anyone that might find her attractive or simply want a one-night stand. And whilst I do find her very attractive I know that she sees me more as a Father-Figure with whom she can talk about the most intimate details of her life. Not that I mind but it is often difficult for me to keep my wicked imagination at bay and sometimes to hide my erections when I am close to her. And I am often close to her, so to speak as she drives me to work. And when she is driving in what can only be described as a micro mini skirt and tight top. I watch her gorgeous tanned thighs moving slowly as she drives and talks about the various men she has had. Some that mean a lot for her in terms of sex and others that often do not. 

In the past I would always offer to assist her in any way I could with DIY or lending a hand as my attraction grew for her. And I would relish every opportunity to be in her house and perhaps see her to check out how she was dressed or more often semi-dressed in some of the styles when she was going out for a drink. And in the garden I would watch from my upstairs window and loved seeing in only a T-shirt and shorts. During the summer I would come home prior to my wife to find Stacey lying out in her garden working on her tan in a minute white bikini. My wife didn't get home from work until an hour or more after me so I had a fair bit of time to myself. Sometimes I would go into my garden and start a conversation with my sexy neighbour but from the bedroom window I had a perfect view of her. She would usually roll over to keep her tanning even so I could see all sides of her perfect lean body. It became a habit every time I saw her sunbathing for me to strip naked in the bedroom, grab my hard cock with a palm full of baby-oil and wank while looking down on her. I would stand there stroking my cock until she was just about to get up and go back in before I would shoot my load into my hands. I kept a roll of toilet paper in the closet for cleaning up the mess. 

But Stacey's way of life was work hard and play hard, once drunk.

And it was just one of these occasions that arose a few months ago. Daisy was at her sister's house for the evening and I was alone when I heard Stacey fall out of a taxi at around 11pm. I immediately went to her aid and paid the taxi driver before helping her up to her door. She was in 6" heels and a blue mini dress that left nothing to the imagination as it seemed to stick to her body like a glove. She was almost unconscious as I opened her door and she fell onto her stairs. I closed the door behind us. I tried to wake her and put the kettle on but she was completely out of it. I therefore decided it would be best to put her to bed. 

Carrying her up the stairs I looked down at her gorgeous face and even nicer body as I entered the bedroom. The bed was unmade and the room was strewn with clothing including bras and panties. A typical single girl I thought. I lay her on the bed and she moaned before appearing to fall back to sleep.

Now any nice man would have left her on her bed and gone home. But I am not a nice man really, not when it comes to taking opportunities that come my way. I spoke gently to her and there was no response so I reached under her to unzip her dress, my intention being to remove this and then cover her up for a good night's sleep, of course! Feeling the zipper I slid it down and then pulled the material from her shoulder and eased the dress off her wonderful slim body. She was now lying on the bed in just a white bra and matching thong. 

She looked so peaceful and sexy and just the vision of my young neighbour got me very excited. But I knew that I couldn't touch her or really do anything else that might cost me my marriage.

But as I looked down at her seeing her blonde hair around her face, his lips full and painted red and her wonderful body I knew I needed to do something to ease the tension that I was feeling. My cock was now swollen in my trousers and I couldn't take my eyes off of her creamy skin that seemed to have all the right curves in all the right places with not an ounce of fat in the way.

The bra clung to her breasts and I decided to remove it gently knowing that she would be more comfortable without it on in bed. And I was desperate to see her full breasts and nipples for the first time ever. In a second it was off and whilst she didn't move, if I wasn't rock hard before I was now with the sight of her bare breasts and her now in just a thong. I dropped to the floor and crawled over to the side of the bed. The moonlight shone in the window and illuminated her beautifully and I didn't really care what happened next. I was content just to gaze at her. 

She moaned softly again and I didn't dare move for several minutes until she settled again. I just sat there watching her sleep. Her C cup breasts rose and fell with every breath she took and I could see her nipples hardening ever so slightly. I pulled out my cock and began to slowly stroke it. I leaned over her to get a closer look at her body. Her nipples were starting to jut out as her chest heaved up and down and I was so tempted to run my tongue over one of them. 

But instead, I imagined in my mind reaching out and touching them, licking and sucking them. But I knew I had gone too far already and that would awaken her and make it very awkward. So instead I left it to my imagination and gazed at her naked tits as I wanked my cock. In my mind and my dream she was begging me to take one of her delicate pink nipples in my mouth as I groped her other breast. 

My eyes moved down her body. Her brown pubes were peeking out from the sides of her thong. And again my mind went into overdrive as I imagined pulling the thong to one side and burying my face into her young pussy. I started to lean over to sniff her pussy through the thin silky material, but I couldn't without supporting myself on the bed. I didn't dare touch anything so I just stared at her as I pumped my cock with my hand. My dirty mind now went wild picturing her naked with her lips wrapped around my thick hard cock, me fucking her and her fingering herself. And then she was on the bed as I wanked over her and she waited expectantly with an open mouth for my cum to splash all over her face. 

Reaching my hand down, I lifted a pair of her panties, black lacy ones and sniffed them deeply getting an aura of her pussy. Wrapping my cock in her panties I continued to wank, harder now and knew I was close to cumming. In my mind my cock was pushing itself between her tight cunt lips and my mouth was on hers in a hungry kiss as my hands mauled her perfect young breasts. 

And then I came, shooting load after load of hot juicy cum ropes into her delicately laced black panties. As I let my erection subside I covered my neighbour up with her quilt and let myself out of her house and back into my own, her panties full of my cum still in my pocket.

As I walked into my house I had the shock as I saw my wife sitting with a glass of wine in the living room.

"Where have you been honey?" She asked innocently.

"Oh it was Stacey..............!" I started to explain about her falling out of the taxi and me helping her into her house.

Daisy smiled at me. "You're such a kind man Paul, and a great neighbour for Stacey to have!"

"Thanks!" I smiled..............................somewhat guiltily.

But I knew this was just the start of things to come with Stacey, my sexy next door neighbour. 



Stacey Ch. 01



Just then I realized it, and I think she did too. "Pretty blondes with ponytails," she'd said.

Stacey was a very pretty blonde with a long ponytail.

"Anyway, I just wanted to come check on you." Giggling, she flipped her ponytail across my face. "See you tomorrow morning," she grinned, kissing me on the cheek before heading back to her bedroom.

My cock stirred again.

~ ~ ~

The next morning I was reading the paper at the table when she walked into the kitchen.

There was no mistaking it; two days in a row, I'd noticed her amazing body and absolutely gorgeous face. While I was noticing things, I also noted a change in her usual morning attire. Along with her shorts being much smaller, her t-shirt was shorter and thinner. Her skintight tank top and painted-on shorts exposed quite a bit of her lower back, as well as the first few inches of her bare ass cheeks.

When she turned to face me, I knew something was definitely different. I could see her belly button, and she was very obviously braless. Her white cotton 'Aerosmith' t-shirt was an old threadbare relic with narrow shoulder straps and large, stretched-out arm holes, and her erect nipples were clearly evident.

"Sleep well?" she asked brightly; her usual morning greeting.

'She really is a doll,' I thought. "Yes, thank you," I said. "How is it that you're always so cheery every morning? What's your secret?"

"Why shouldn't I be? I enjoy my life. I like my job, I'm in good health, and I have my best friend living with me. What's there to be grumpy about?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

She could see that I didn't quite share her enthusiasm.

"Dan, oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean—"

"I know," I said, waving off her apology. "I just think it's great how you're always so happy. You're really awesome, Stace. You always were, you know. You've always been the funnest chick I've ever known."

"Funnest chick?" she laughed. "That's me: a 'fun chick.' I should put that on my résumé!"

"Well, you are!" 

"Thank you, Dan," she giggled. "I know what you mean, and that's very sweet of you to say."

She turned to leave, saying she needed to go get dressed for work.

I headed to the bathroom to get ready for work too, and I had just hopped into the shower when she knocked on the door. "Dan, can I come in and go pee? I really gotta go!"

"Okay!" I said loudly over the noise of the shower. 

She came in, still wearing her little shorts and thin t-shirt. The shower had an opaque curtain, not a glass door. Since we couldn't see each other through the curtain, we often used the bathroom together whenever one of us was showering.

When I finished my shower, I poked my head out to grab my towel. Though I didn't mean to, I saw her sitting on the toilet with her shorts around her knees as she peed.

Glancing up, she giggled, "Hey! Don't look, you big cheater!" Still giggling, she quickly covered her lap with a magazine.

"Sorry!" I said, ducking my head back behind the curtain, where I wrapped my towel around my waist. When I heard the toilet flush, I gave her some time.

"Ooh la la!" she said, as I stepped out of the shower. "Nice bod!" Grinning, she did a sexy little hip gyration while running her hands up and down her body like a stripper.

"Brat!" I said, laughing as I stood at the sink. "I need to go too," I added, gesturing to the toilet.

"Don't mind me. Let me just get out of your way." With her back to me, she slid in front of me. I slid to the left, giving her room to move by.

"Oops!" she giggled, when her ass rubbed against the front of my towel. "Good thing you have that thing on, huh?"

I just looked at her and smiled. I also noticed that I'd become halfway erect again. Damn!

"Go ahead," she said. "I'm just gonna brush my teeth."

I turned my back to her and opened my towel. I tried to go, but I had to be careful because I was semi-hard. I didn't want to miss and make a mess, especially with her standing right there.

As the sound of my heavy stream filled the silent space, she giggled, "Wow, you must have really had to go!"

Embarrassed, I finished up and turned back around. 

"All better now?" she asked sweetly. Having finished brushing her teeth, she took off to go get dressed.

I was brushing my teeth when she came back into the bathroom wearing a skirt and blouse. Barefoot, she stood beside me at the sink. "Here...skootch over a bit," she said, playfully hip-checking me to make me shift to my left.

Sharing the sink, I leaned over to spit out my toothpaste while she applied her mascara. When I stood again, she bent forward a bit to get closer to the mirror.

Her movement made me bump into her.

"You must really like this outfit!" she said, giving me a sunny grin.

"Huh?" I started to ask, and she bumped me right back. Looking over her shoulder, she glanced down to where my semi-erect cock was making an obvious tent of my towel as it pushed straight into her ass cheek!

I was mortified, but she just kept doing her make-up.

"Umm, I gotta get dressed," I said, trying to squeeze by so I could leave. When I was directly behind her, with my cock dragging across her ass, she pushed back against me again!

"See? I'm not the only one who's up this morning!" she said, smiling happily in the mirror.

~ ~ ~

That night I didn't see her. Scott had taken me out again to the strip club, and by the time I got home Stacey must have already gone to bed.

I logged on to surf some porn, and again...nothing. Not even the beginnings of a hard-on. I tried to locate the picture of the blonde girl with the ponytail, hoping there would be more pictures of her somewhere, but I couldn't find her.

Depressed, I went to bed.

When I woke up the next morning, Stacey had already showered. While I was getting ready to take my shower, I heard her puttering around in the kitchen.

I was standing at the sink when Stacey came into the bathroom wearing her work clothes. She was again sporting a skirt and blouse, though this time she also had on some sexy high heels. Just like the morning before, she wedged herself in front of me to do her eye make-up, and I immediately grew halfway hard.

'I'm really on to something here,' I thought. 'If nothing else, Stacey seems to be able to get me hard, at least a little.'

Noticing my stares, Stacey made a joke about my "sexy bare chest" as she pushed her ass against my towel-covered crotch.

"Mmmm, I guess this outfit meets with your approval too," she said, grinning cutely.

I knew what she meant, but I didn't say anything. I just smiled back at her.

And so it went, with most every morning starting off by Stacey rubbing against me in the bathroom to see if I "approved of her outfit."

One morning I was shaving in the mirror when she came in and pushed by me from behind, rubbing her front against my bare back. I was only wearing sweatshorts, and she had on those tiny short-shorts and thin tank top.

She sat right down on the toilet and peed.

When I looked over at her, she had her hands in her lap; still, I could see her smooth legs all the way up to the side of her bare ass.

"I guess you approve of this outfit, too," she grinned, ogling the tent that had popped up in my shorts. "Make sure to look away now," she added, smiling brightly.

After finishing her business, she moved over to wedge herself in front of me again. As I continued shaving, she leaned forward on her elbows to brush her teeth; right away, she pushed her ass against my hardening crotch. Grinning at me in the mirror, she wiggled her bottom in sexy circles on my cock. "Mmmm-hmmm, someone definitely seems to like what I have on this morning!" she giggled.

Yes, I was really coming to enjoy our mornings in the bathroom together.

The best thing was that she was always just...Stacey. She truly was that nice and sweet, and all she ever wanted was for us to have fun together. There was never any sexual tension, and her aim with her little morning game wasn't to be a prick-tease. She wasn't malicious about it, nor did she do it to feed her ego. That girl didn't have an ounce of attention-whore in her.

Nope, she simply enjoyed playing our little game we'd stumbled upon together. She liked the fact that she could make me hard, and she was especially happy when we smiled and laughed during those moments, since moments of laughter were so rare for me.

Nothing had changed between us. We were still the same together as we'd always been.

She let me know that Chris was coming over again that night, and I said that was fine with me. Giving me this adorable pouty look she knew I could never resist, she got me to agree to stay in the living room with them instead of bolting to my room.

That night I was again just wearing some shorts while having dinner and watching Sportscenter in the living room when they come home.

Chris seemed a little drunk, but Stacey seemed fine. 

"Don't worry, I drove," she said. "Doofus here might have had one too many, so I took us home."

"She's exaggerating," Chris said. "I'm fine. I could've driven."

"Probably," I said, looking worriedly to Stacey, "but better safe than sorry."

She knew exactly how much I meant it.

"Definitely," she said, nodding. "So what are we watching?"

"Sportscenter," Chris replied, as he and I watched highlights of a Raiders-Chargers game.

"Are you okay with that?" I asked Stacey.

"It's fine with me. Watch whatever you want. I'm going to go change." She headed off to her bedroom, returning a few moments later in her little short-shorts and a t-shirt; a conservative one, though, not the more revealing tank top she'd started wearing around the house with me.

When Chris wrapped his arm around her on the couch, she curled her legs beneath her and snuggled in. I was in the love seat opposite them, and her sexy bottom was aimed right at me. Her bent position made her shorts ride way up high, provocatively exposing her bare curves.

She looked over and gave me a subtle yet unmistakable grin. 

I felt my cock stir again. She just kept smiling at me, so I got up to turn off the lights and grab myself a drink. When I walked by them to go to the kitchen, Chris continued watching TV while Stacey looked right at my crotch! Quickly raising her eyebrows twice, she gave me a comically leering grin!

I was really starting to tent my shorts, so I hurried off to the kitchen. Taking my time to fix a drink, I knew I still needed to wait a bit before I could return to the living room.

Instead, Stacey came into the kitchen.

"Hey, you," she grinned, reaching for my glass while glancing down at my tented shorts. "I'm suddenly thirsty too. Is that for me?"

She left it open as to what she was referring to, the glass of water or my lengthening cock.

"So, do you approve of this outfit?" she asked, smiling over the rim of her glass. "These aren't as skimpy as my other pajamas. It's okay if I wear this around you and Chris, isn't it?"

"You're right," I said, finally warming to the idea of playing her little game, "those definitely are not as skimpy as your other pajamas, if that's what you want to call them."

"What, you don't like my pajamas? You usually seem to approve of them," she grinned, staring down at my growing bulge. "In fact," she added, beaming brightly, "it would appear that you really approve of these ones too."

"Oh, I approve of them just fine. These pajamas, your other pajamas, anything you wear; I love them all. I'm only saying that I wouldn't really call them 'pajamas' since they're just shorts and a t-shirt. You could easily wear them outside, even during the daytime."

"So does this mean that I need to start wearing actual pajamas or I won't be official?" Still grinning, she was holding her glass up to her mouth with both hands like a little girl.

"Sweetie, you can wear whatever you want and call it anything you like. It's all fine by me."

"Oh, is that right? I can wear whatever I want, and you wouldn't mind?"

"Mind? No, I definitely wouldn't mind. What kind of things are we talking here, anyway?"

She smiled flirtatiously. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"

"I guess I will then," I said, taking the bait.

With a gorgeous sparkle in her eyes she handed me my glass, indicating that she needed to head back to the living room.

I was beginning to get a legitimate hard-on so I told her I'd be a minute, that I had to go check on something, then I'd be right back. 

She grinned, "Don't take too long, or I'll come looking for you."

I went to my room and immediately pulled out my cock. I was nearly erect. As I started tugging on it, I logged on to the site where I found the picture of the blonde girl with the ponytail. Flashing before me on my screen were countless sexy girls showing their naked pussies and beautiful breasts, gorgeous women one after another, but none of them were my blonde girl with the ponytail. Though I kept jacking myself, I was beginning to lose it.

'Where is she?' I exclaimed, silently pleading with the computer to give her back to me.

'Damn it!!' I screamed in my head. I'd lost it. I was soft again. 'Oh well,' I thought, attempting to apply some gallows humor, 'at least I'm safe now.'

Trudging back out to the living room, I dejectedly dumped myself into the love seat.

When Stacey saw me, she instantly knew something bad had happened. She raised her eyebrows, as if to ask, "What's wrong?" I just sadly shook my head, and the hurt in her eyes was almost too much to bear.

Before too long, Chris was snuggling her into his chest while stroking her hip and the top of her ass. As his hand made its way down her bare thigh before circling back up to the hem of her shorts, she nervously shook her head at me. When I nodded tersely, she made an "I can't!" face.

I watched his hand caress the soft curves of her ass, and again I felt my cock beginning to harden. When I reached down to reposition it, Stacey's eyes bugged out! Grinning goofily, she brought her hand to her mouth in feigned shock and obvious mirth.

I knew then, beyond a shadow of a doubt: Stacey could get me hard. She was the only thing in this world that could bear me away from my perpetual misery. She didn't even have to do anything; I just had to be near her. Simply being able to watch her was enough.

Stacey...only Stacey. There was just something magical about her.

Chris kept stroking her leg, until he slid his hand up to the side of her breast, taking her t-shirt up too.

Watching her, I grew nearly fully hard. I wasn't all the way there, yet I was the thickest and longest I'd been in more than a year. When I lifted my leg to hide it, Stacey shot me another pouty face!

I laughed a little, and she smiled happily.

Once the movie was over, Chris said, "Well, kids, it's getting late, and I have to be up early. I better mosey on out of here."

He'd been drinking bottles of Dr Pepper the entire evening. He seemed completely sober.

"Are you sure you're safe to drive?" Stacey asked him, trying to gauge his condition.

He was fine. While she walked him out to his car, I went to my bedroom.

I was miserable. I knew there was only one woman for me, and of course she just had to be my lifelong best friend and platonic roommate. She was also some other guy's girl.

Flopping down on my bed, my arms over my head, I stared off into nothingness.

Stacey knocked on my door, which I'd left halfway open.

"Dan, can I come in?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She just came in and sat beside me on the bed. "What happened there? One minute you were fine, smiling and laughing with me in the kitchen, then you disappear and come back ten minutes later looking like someone stole your dog! What did you do?"

"Stacey, I...."

I didn't know what to say.

"Then you instantly started to get hard again once you were back in your chair. Oh, and by the way, buster, I seriously didn't appreciate that cheesy trick of hiding it with your leg after you caught me staring at it. I really like looking at your big cock, you know. When you won't let me see it, that's just mean. Why would you ever want to be mean to your sweet little Stacey?"

She gave me a wide grin, then she became serious. "Well? Dan, you're going to have to talk to me. I'm not going anywhere. We've always been best friends, and you know we can talk about anything. If this is about Angie, just tell me. Look, I know I wasn't there when you really needed me, and I'm truly sorry. Believe me, it kills me to think of you having to go through that all alone, but I'm here for you now. I'm right here, sweetie, and I'm never leaving you. Talk to me. What's going on with you?"

Unable to face her, I stared blankly at my computer. Following my gaze, she looked over and saw the naked women on my screen.

"Okay, so it has to do with porn?"

"Stacey, no, it doesn't. Well, yes, it does, at least partly. Look, it's hard to describe...you know, to put into words." 

"Give it a try. Are you addicted to porn or something? Is that it?"

"Far from it," I said, still unable to look at her. 

"I'm sorry, Dan, I don't get it. You have to spell it out more clearly. C'mon, spill it. What's the problem?"

"Stacey, I'm serious, you really don't want to know. It's hard to talk about. I'm telling you, it's not a pleasant thing."

"Try me. Whatever you're going through, we need to get this out in the open. Tell me, Dan. I'm your best friend. I swear to you, no matter what it is, you can trust me."

"Stace, I know I can trust you. I know I can do anything with you. That's part of the problem."

I was finally beginning to realize what was happening to me, and I had to come to grips with it.

"You're not making sense, Dan. Just spill it."

I sighed. It was time. I knew the day would come; whether it was with my brother or with her, I knew the day would eventually come. I needed to face the music and talk about it with someone, and it was going to have to be with Stacey...the very last person in the world to whom I wanted to reveal my problem.

I stared down at the carpet. I just couldn't look at her. "Stacey, something is wrong with me. Ever since Angie died, I haven't been...anything. I'd decided to kill myself, but Scott stopped me. She was gone; even you were gone. I had nothing to live for anymore."

"I know, honey, I know," she said, tears spilling from her big blue eyes. "You told me everything. I know, and I'm so sorry."

She was crying. My beautiful Stacey was crying, and I hated myself. I fucking hated myself for what I was putting her through.

"I didn't tell you everything, though. I meant it when I said I also died...that I'd lost everything. I mean I lost...everything." I looked at her, then at my crotch.

She looked too. "You lost...huh? I don't follow you. Sweetie, you're fine down there. Sure, you're a constant mope, but all your parts definitely seem to be in working order."

"That's just it...they're not. I mean...it's not. It doesn't work. I can't get hard anymore. I can't do anything. I can't even masturbate. Scott keeps trying to help by taking me to strip clubs, and I may as well be at a pottery show for all the excitement I feel when I look at those girls. He brought me that computer so I could find some porn I'd like, or maybe hook up with a girl through one of those adult dating sites, and nothing works. No matter how hot the women are, I don't become the slightest bit hard. Stacey, I haven't been able to cum in more than a year!"

She studied me, appearing totally confused. "How can that be? Anytime I see you lately, your shorts are always tenting out a mile! You get a huge hard-on every morning we spend together in the bathroom. I just saw you becoming nice and hard, only a few minutes ago. There's nothing wrong with you, Dan. You're fine."




Stacey Ch. 01



I gave her a doubtful look.

"Very fine," she added, with a coy smile.

"Stacey, you don't understand."

"Then make me understand." 

"Okay, look, I've been trying to get hard. I really have. I don't want to be like this. If I'm going to keep on living, then I want my cock back. The problem is, it just doesn't work. Nothing seems to have any effect on me. It's like I'm completely dead, which is true, because that's mostly how I feel. I feel totally dead inside, and that includes my cock."

I stared directly into her eyes. "It doesn't work...except for when I see you. I notice you, Stacey; my cock notices you...and only you."

"Me? I hardly do anything. We've been living together for months now, and I have never laid a hand on you. I've absolutely let you be, no pressure, so you can work through your grief however you need to. I've made sure not to run around naked in front of you or even wear anything too overly revealing. All we've ever done is the occasional kiss on the cheek, plus our little game in the morning when we check my clothes for the day. And let me tell you, I didn't have to do anything there. You were already hard, pushing right into my ass. That's how our game got started, remember? You kept poking my bottom with your perfectly functional erection!"

Taking a peek into my lap, she smiled at the sight of my growing bulge. "See? We're just sitting here, doing nothing but talking. I didn't do anything to make you get so excited, yet look how big you are. You're becoming hard again. This is how it all started, remember?"

"Yes, I remember. The part you're missing is you just weren't aware that those hard-ons you were feeling - those half hard-ons really, because I still haven't gotten a full one since Angie died - those were the very first stirrings I've felt in forever. Even during these first few months here I never got an erection, not even a partial one. I still can't, except for when you're around!"

Digesting everything, Stacey just stared at me. "Okay, but what happened tonight? You were totally getting hard in the living room. You were 'halfway' hard, as you put it, when you went to the kitchen. I'd bet anything that if I would've had you check my outfit there, you would have poked me in the ass with a thick, hard cock."

"Yes, I would have, so it's a good thing you didn't," I said, with a wan smile.

"That's debatable," she said, giving me a much larger smile. "Anyway, what happened then? Why did you have to disappear on me so suddenly, and why were you so sad when you came back?"

"Stacey, I went to my bedroom to avoid walking back into the living room with an obvious hard-on in front of Chris."

"Okay, fine, I get that. What then, though? What happened in your bedroom that made you so upset?"

"When I went to my bedroom, I was so excited to finally have something pretty close to a hard-on that I wanted to try and make myself cum! I went to go masturbate, okay? I even tried looking at some porn while I was doing it, but it all just died again. As soon as I started, I lost it. That's what always happens, Stace. I can't get an erection, not a full one anyway, and I can't maintain the ones I do get. I definitely can't keep one long enough to cum."

Stacey stared sadly at me. 

"So then I went back to the living room. Might as well, right? It wasn't like I had a huge hard-on anymore that I needed to hide. It was gone. I was totally soft again."

"But not for long. Right away I saw you get nice and hard again, as soon as you started watching me," she grinned.

"Yep, you're right. As soon as I saw your legs again, it started to come back. When you curled your legs up, and I could see the beginning of your ass, it came right back. Then he caressed your thigh and lifted your shirt a little, trying to touch the side of your breast, and it came back a lot!"

Stacey sat silently thinking. After a long pause, she said, "Dan, show me something. Show me the kinds of things you look at on your computer when you're trying to make yourself hard. They're the same kinds of things that used to turn you on when Angie was alive and you were fine down there, right?"

"Yeah, it's basically the same stuff; it just doesn't work now. The only one that kinda worked was, well, you know...."

"The pretty blonde with the long ponytail."

"Yep." 

"The girl who reminds you of me," she grinned again.

"Yep," I said, and that's when I noticed her erect nipples poking through her t-shirt.

Catching my glance, she gave me an even prettier grin. "So sue me. I get turned on too, you know, especially with your big hard-on trying to rip through those shorts this whole time we've been talking." She looked down at her breasts, then at my lengthening cock. "I guess it's not just me. My nipples must also like what they see."

She smiled shyly, and I think we both blushed. Gesturing to my computer screen, she said, "Okay, so if I have this straight, the only girl there that turns you on is the blonde who reminds you of me. Even live strippers don't do it for you anymore, though the idea of what they do would still be a turn-on for you, if only the girl herself had the ability to excite you. Is that about it?"

"I haven't thought it all through like that, not that specifically, but yeah, that's probably about right." 

She shifted her weight on the bed, making her braless breasts jiggle. Her bare legs were also right there in front of me, and I almost didn't know where to look.

She beamed with joy, watching as I stared at her legs and nipples. "The way you're looking at me, I should go braless and wear tiny shorts every day, huh?"

When I gave her a big, dopey grin, she smiled even more brightly. "That settles it, Mr. Horny Stares. From now on, I'm wearing sexier things around you. Okay, one other question. What caused the sudden change? Like you said, we were living together for months before this all started with you. I was still wearing the same boring clothes, and I really didn't do anything new or different. I mean you never used to become hard just from watching me pee or from brushing against me at the sink, right? Completely out of the blue, you began getting erections every morning with me. So what changed? What happened?"

"Nothing, really; at least nothing I can pin down to a specific event. I was wondering about that myself, actually. I just noticed you one morning in the kitchen. I noticed your legs when you were in your more conservative 'boring' shorts, as you call them. It suddenly hit me that you have really beautiful legs, then I noticed how perfect your ass is. The next thing I knew, for the first time in forever I felt a stirring in my cock."

She grinned when I said she had really beautiful legs, and she giggled when I mentioned her perfect ass. She giggled, yet her nipples became even more erect, which we both noticed. Blushing gorgeously, she said, "I can't help it. I'm a girl. When I'm really turned on, my nipples get super hard. Seeing your cock like this, and hearing you talk about my legs and ass, it's driving me crazy.

"Still, why me? Why my legs? I have nice legs and all, sure, but it's not like you can't find great legs to drool over on your porn sites, and definitely on those strippers. Anywhere you go in L.A., you see women with pretty legs."

"I don't know. I was wondering about it myself, though actually in reverse. I was wondering why I hadn't noticed a whole lot sooner how beautiful your legs are, and I also began noticing how beautiful the rest of your body is. Then I realized how gorgeous your face is too. All at once it suddenly hit me that you are just absolutely stunning.

"I guess I wasn't prepared to feel anything until then. For whatever reason, the cloud lifted, and suddenly I could see you. That's how it felt...like a revelation. I notice it constantly now. I'm still mostly miserable, except when you're with me. You allow me to forget my sorrow; somehow, you just make everything better. For the first time in god-knows-how-long, I can even feel my cock starting to come alive. It's you, Stacey. It's all you."

She was crying again, even more than before.

"I'm so sorry, Stacey. I knew I shouldn't lay this crap on you. It's not your fault."

"Oh shut up, you big dummy!" she said, launching herself into my arms to give me a big hug. "I'm not crying because I'm sad, I'm crying because I'm so happy! Do you know how much I've been worrying about you? God, do you have any idea how many times I've talked to Scott and Monica about you when they've called to see how you're doing, and all I can tell them is the same thing every time: 'No change. He's still miserable.' Your mom is worried sick about you. We're all worried sick about you, and I didn't even know what you were going through. Now I know! I finally know something about what you've been feeling and how you've been hurting. Dan, now I can do something about it!"

Letting it all out, she buried her face in my neck and wept with joy.

As I held her trembling body in my arms, my god, she felt like sheer magic. Still, I had to tell her. "Stacey, you just don't get it. There's only one person in this world who makes me feel alive, and she's already with another guy! This is pure hell."

Pulling back, she gave me a look of utter incredulity. "You have got to be kidding me. You think Chris is some big problem? Sweetie, please, listen to me. I told you, I'm not seriously seeing anyone. Don't worry about Chris. We are definitely not serious. We're barely even fuck-buddies. I'm sure he would like us to become more serious, but it's never going to happen."

"Okay, even so," I said, still holding her, "none of this changes the fact that I'm obviously not ready for a woman. I have no idea what I'm going to do, and it's not fair to you to have me lay all this on you. C'mon, you don't deserve that kind of pressure, and I don't want to put either of us in an uncomfortable situation. I really like being here with you, Stacey. Seriously, I don't want to blow it. We've always been friends, and I don't want to mess that up any more than I probably already have by telling you this crap."

Kissing me on the cheek, she gave me a big smile. "You just let me worry about what's fair to me, okay? I need to think about this, and I have to get to bed now anyway. We'll talk about it some more tomorrow. Sweet dreams, baby."

Once she'd headed off to her bedroom, I said to myself, "Baby?"

She had never called me "baby" before.

A shiver went up my spine.

~ ~ ~

The next morning I didn't get to see her. She was already out the door before I even woke up.

I hurried home from work that evening, but she still wasn't there. I had just plopped down on the couch to read a book when she breezed through the door with a happy smile, her arms loaded with two large bags from our favorite Italian take-out place. I'll never forget how remarkably pretty she looked as she beamed, "Sorry I'm late, sweetie. I decided you deserved something special for dinner tonight. Didja miss me?"

Dinner was just fantastic. We talked about everything under the sun, while really saying nothing of any importance. We were obviously avoiding the main issue.

After doing the dishes together, we sat down in the living room to watch some TV.

She was still in her work clothes: a tight mid-thigh length skirt and a sleeveless silk blouse. Bare legs and high heels. She didn't need pantyhose, so on those rare occasions when she wore stockings they were always thigh-highs.

She grabbed the remote and lowered the volume; then, taking my hands, she turned to face me. "Dan, I don't want you to go to any more strip clubs. I also don't want you looking at any more porn...at least not for a while."

I wasn't going to interrupt her. She had obviously been working herself up to whatever it was she was about to say.

"Instead of these anonymous girls who don't seem to do anything for you, I want you to look at me. Specifically, I want you to enjoy yourself when you look at me. I'm talking no shame, no worries. I want you to look at me whenever you're feeling sad...or horny. If you get horny from watching me, keep watching me. Don't stop. If I do something that turns you on, I want you to tell me, so I can do it more. If you can't get it up, but you want to, come to me. Let me excite you. Let me make you hard, over and over and over."

Squeezing my hands, she stared deep into my eyes. "Baby, I want you to let me tease you until you're whole again."

I was completely floored. When she saw the stunned look on my face, she reached up to caress my cheek. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'm not going to rape you or anything. I know about men and their 'performance anxiety' issues. There will be no pressure. We're just going to do what we've been doing. Bit by bit, I'll let you see more of me, and I want you to let me see you too, which means no more hiding it from me when you get hard." Grinning, she cupped my chin. "I want you to show me your erections - the bigger the better. I'm telling you, this will be so much fun!"

I was shocked, yet also totally turned on. What an amazing thing she was suggesting. I did have one question, though. "What about Chris? Where will he fit into this new game?"

"I already thought about that. I'm thinking I can kill three birds with one stone here. I'll keep seeing him...on my terms, of course. Since you seem to get turned on by watching him feel me up, there's one bird down. I'll enjoy seeing you grow nice and hard, so there's the second one. He'll enjoy getting to play with me, and maybe I'll even let him go a little further sometimes. The way I see it, everybody ought to be happy. You just let me know if my being with him ever becomes upsetting for you, and I'll stop."

"You've really given this a lot of thought, haven't you?"

"Yes, I have. All last night after I went to bed, then all day today, including this entire evening, yep, I've been thinking about what I could do to make you hard and happy again, and I really do think this will be crazy fun!"

Always so bright and cheery, she was just an angel.

"So that's what we're gonna do!" she chirped. "It'll be huge fun, and before you know it you'll be back to your old studly self. You just wait and see!"

Hardly believing my ears, I asked, "Okay, how will this really work? When do we do this?"

"All the time! Whenever you want! Sweetie, that's the whole point. I want you to be constantly hard. I'm guessing we'll mainly do it in the mornings and at night, obviously, since that's when we see each other the most, but really there are no set times or rules. Anytime you need me, just ask. We'll start off slowly, then play it by ear. Let's start now. Go get changed into your shorts, or whatever you wear to bed, and I'll meet you in your bedroom."

Doing as she said, I went and put on a pair of boxers.

A few moments later she literally came bouncing into my room, grinning like a fiend. She had changed into some tight jeans and her usual t-shirt. It looked like she had also put on a bra.

"Okay, where do you want me?" she giggled.

"Stacey, this was your idea! You think of something!" I said, laughing.

"Okay, since you said it was my legs you first noticed, and I have no doubt it's your brain and not your cock that's broken, all I want you to do is focus on what you see. Really think about what I'm doing, how I look doing it, and what you want to see me do next. Look at me, and allow yourself to be in the moment. Just be with me when we do this, and don't think about anything else. Can you do that for me?"

"I'll try," I smirked. 

"What's so funny?" she smiled.

"Stacey, do you really think this is somehow going to be difficult for me? You want me to look at you and give you my undivided attention as you try to turn me on? Yeah, I think I can manage that! Go ahead, twist my arm! It's not like I wasn't already doing exactly that anyway, you know," I laughed.

"We'll just see about that," she grinned from beneath her long, shiny hair. She looked so incredibly sexy when she glanced down at her jeans, then back up at me. Unsnapping the top button and pulling up her t-shirt, she exposed her perfect stomach. She dipped her fingertip into her belly button, and I could see the sensual curve of her hips flaring below her narrow waist.

She had a wonderfully flat stomach with a golden tan, and I could see her toned lower abdominal muscles.

She popped open the second button and slid her hands inside her jeans, pulling them down. The top of her pink panties peeked into view, but it was the little shimmy she did with her hips that really got to me. 

I was becoming hard. 

"You can touch yourself. Go ahead. I want you to," she said, eyeing my rising tent.

Leaning back against the headboard, I brought my knees up.

"No, let me see," she grinned. "Put your knees down. Let me see." She turned her back to me, bending at the waist to place her hands on my TV. Using only her lower body, she did a flirty little ass-dance while smiling over her shoulder. "Is this what you like?"

Again, she looked...remarkable. Her unbuttoned jeans were resting low on her hips, and the way they were spread open at the top made the taper of her hips and lower back look so delicious as she wriggled her ass.

She reached back to pull her t-shirt up a few inches, showing more of her sexy back. With a single hand she lowered one side of her pants then the other, back and forth, back and forth, rocking her hips with each movement, until finally she had her pants tugged down well below her ass. Though her pink panties weren't see-through, they looked absolutely mouthwatering on her.

"How's this?" she smiled, running her hands up the backs of her thighs and over her panties-covered bottom.

Growing ever harder as I watched her, I was stroking myself through my shorts.

"Back, or front?" she asked. Looking over her shoulder, she saw me stroking away. I was embarrassed, but didn't stop. "Nice," she grinned. "You look like you're doing just fine, baby. Back or front now?"

"Just keep doing what you're doing."

Turning her head back towards the TV, she stepped on the bottom of one pant leg, pulling it all the way down. She shook her hips, and the other leg slid down her thigh before puddling at her feet; stepping out of her jeans, she kicked them off to the side.

Her legs were bare, and her tiny panties left most of her ass exposed. With her arms still in front of her, she again bent at the waist. While doing little circles with her ass, she ran her hands down her thighs before smoothing them up the backs of her legs and onto her rounded bottom.

Looking over her shoulder once again, she spread her legs and gave each cheek a suggestive squeeze. "How are we doing?" she smiled, stretching up onto the balls of her feet, which had the effect of flexing her calves and pulling her thighs taut. She slid a hand inside the back of her panties, cupping her cheek, then she drew her fingertips up and down her crack. When her hand went lower, her wrist pulled her panties down too, and I could see her deep divide.

Running my palm along my length, I was just about fully erect.

"Are you hard for me yet, baby?" She bounced on her toes, jiggling her ass for me. 

Pulling her hand from her little panties, she began to tug them down inch by inch, one side at a time, until they were only covering the very bottom of her bare ass. The rest of her perfectly smooth curves were exposed, and she brought her hands forward to brace herself against the TV. Bending her knees together, she lowered her head and performed a slow grind for me, slithering down and twisting back up like a cobra in a basket.

Damn, she was torturing me with that spellbinding ass.

Taking a peek back, she saw that I was just about totally hard, at least as much as she could tell through my boxers. She smiled and bit her lip. "So good, baby. You're hard for me now, aren't you?"




Stacey Ch. 01



When I squeezed it and moved it away from my body to show it to her, she grinned while pulling her panties up. "That's a great start, sweetie. Slow...we'll take it slow. No pressure. Just let yourself get hard, anytime you want. Like I told you, I want you constantly hard, okay?"

She came over and put her hand beneath my chin. "Think of me as you go to sleep tonight," she whispered.

Wearing only her panties and t-shirt, she was simply breathtaking. Holding my gaze, she kissed me on the forehead while squeezing my thigh very close to where my burgeoning erection was tenting my shorts.

As she turned to leave, she paused to grab her jeans from the floor. Bending at the waist, she playfully wiggled her gorgeous ass before giving me a warm, sexy smile on her way out.

"Sweet dreams, baby."

~to be continued~

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Stacey Ch. 02



I was startled awake by the feeling of something pouncing on my bed. Cracking open my eyes as I groggily came around, I saw Stacey bouncing up and down like a little girl trying to wake her parents on Christmas morning.

"Daaaaaan, it's time to wake uuuuuuuup!" she whispered in my ear. Smiling mischievously, she straddled my legs and flipped up the covers. Poking her head beneath the sheets, she popped right back out and made a playful pouty face. "Awww, you really aren't up yet, are you? Let's see if we can fix that!"

I was finally fully awake and aware of what was happening. Stacey was sitting happily on top of me, having pulled back the sheets to expose my boxers. She was still wearing her pink panties, but she'd taken off her t-shirt; in its place she only had on a lacy pink bra. Similar to her panties, it wasn't see-through; nonetheless, she looked amazing in it, especially when she put her hands on my chest and leaned down to me. Her cleavage was simply awe-inspiring, and her just-out-of-bed tussled blonde hair was absolutely adorable. She even smelled fresh and warm, somehow reminding me of freshly baked cinnamon rolls.

"So what are we going to do with you today?" she smiled sweetly, sliding forward to where she was sitting directly on my soft cock. "By the way, good morning, baby," she breathed, giving me a tender kiss on the lips.

She'd never done that before! 

"Good morning to you too, Cinnamon Girl," I said sleepily, arching my back as I stretched and yawned.

"Mmmm, I like your morning wake-up stretches!" she grinned, feeling my hardening cock pushing against her panties. "But what's this about 'Cinnamon Girl'? You've never called me that before."

"You've also never climbed on top of me in your panties and bra before, smelling like a freshly baked cinnamon roll."

"I smell like a cinnamon roll?" she asked, gathering her hair and bringing it to her nose. She sniffed her shoulders and arms, then ran her hands all over her body before bringing them to her nose. "I guess I do smell kind of cinnamony, huh? I've never noticed that before. I wonder what it is?"

"Maybe your perfume?" I offered. 

"I haven't put any on yet. Besides, you've smelled my perfume. It's not cinnamony."

While sniffing up and down her arms again, she pressed her panties-covered pussy in small but insistent circles on my growing cock.

"I think he's finally waking up!" she giggled, giving me a huge grin.

She slid down to check her handiwork; as I lay flat on my back in a pair of loose boxers, she could clearly see the bulge of my cock. While staring at my partial erection, she wore a bright smile. "God, baby, it looks so good, it makes my mouth water. It really does. Don't guys normally wake up every morning like this, though? You know, with a huge hard-on?"

Reaching down to cover it with my forearm, I pressed it flat against my thigh, only to have her gently pull my arm away. "Baby, no, don't hide it from me. Let me see," she said quietly. Smiling, she stared admiringly at it for a few moments before reaching out to caress it. As she held me in her hand, her pretty smile grew into a soft, warm grin. "I love it, you know. I love your cock, especially when it gets hard. It makes me happy to see you like this, so please don't hide it from me, okay?"

I knew I must have been blushing like crazy, but I nodded anyway, and her smile grew even brighter. "Thank you. You'll see; it'll be more fun if you let me see you, just like I'll let you see me. You get to show off this big cock to me as much as you want, and I'll love it every time. Now are you hard because of me, or is this just your usual morning hard-on?"

"Stacey, it's you. C'mon, you felt it. I wasn't hard when you first jumped on top of me. I haven't gotten even a morning hard-on in over a year. Last night was the first time I came pretty close to having a full erection of any kind."

"Well, it looked pretty hard to me last night, and it sure looks hard now." Petting it, she grinned. "It feels hard, too. This definitely feels like a big, hard cock. This counts as an erection, doesn't it?"

"It's getting there, but it's not all the way there yet."

"Would this help to get it all the way there?" she cooed, slowly sliding her bra straps down each shoulder. Staring at me the whole time, she sexily darted her tongue between her teeth. When her straps were loose, she gently pulled each slender arm through the loops, leaving her shoulders and upper chest completely bare. Smiling seductively, she reached up and lightly caressed the newly exposed skin of her breasts.

Her nipples were still covered, yet I was seeing more of her gorgeous mounds than I had ever seen before. She began to get goose bumps all up and down her arms, then on her breasts too, which made them look even more beautiful.

After spinning in my lap to face my feet, she arched her back, and her shimmering blonde hair floated down to her pink panties. Lowering her ass onto my cock, she used her strong thighs and tight bottom to give me a firm squeeze. "Mmmm, you feel hard between my legs. You really love my ass, don't you? Are you fully hard for me yet?"

She leaned back on her hands until her silky hair kissed my chest, and all I could do was grunt. Though I couldn't see her face, I could hear the sexy smile in her voice as she said, "I want your big, thick cock to get rock hard for me. Please, baby, let me feel it pressing into me."

Sitting back up, she slid her hands inside her panties to squeeze her ass. She spread herself open, then slipped her panties halfway down her spectacular bottom.

I could see goose bumps on her golden curves, and her little moan was devastating.

Leaning forward until she lay flat on top of me, she slid her panties-covered pussy up and down the length of my cock. Then, while lifting her hips as she pushed back up my body, she used two hands to spread herself; hovering her half-uncovered ass over my stomach, she sexily wagged her tempting tail in my face. With a hot moan she lowered her mouthwatering bottom and slid down towards my feet; dragging her pussy over my arching bulge, she paused to grind her moist mound back and forth on my flared crown.

The crests of her ass and hips were absolutely incredible, and the split dividing her tanned cheeks was achingly beautiful. Stacey's ass was truly flawless. There was even a growing wet spot in her panties that became more prominent every time she pressed the thin cotton to her pussy by sliding her body up towards my stomach.

Perched atop my cock, she pushed herself up into a fully erect sitting position before reaching back to unclasp her bra. With her arms folded in front to hold her loosely hanging bra to her breasts, she looked over her shoulder. "Better?" she smiled. Grinding her pussy with a sensual dancing of her hips, she grinned, "Do you get even bigger and harder than this?" Adding a little squeeze with her ass, she moaned, "Mmmm, because you feel really big and hard now."

"Just a little bigger," I panted.

"Mmmm, there's even more of your cock for me to look forward to? I can't wait," she grinned. Tossing her bra to the floor, she arched her back again; pressing her pussy down hard, she began a steady rocking motion with her hips. Her naked back looked so perfectly sleek and sexy with her long shining hair spilling down to tickle my stomach, and the sight of her bare breasts swaying atop her ribs was making my mouth water.

Giving me a delicious final grind, she put her forearm over her breasts and climbed off. Turning to face me, she grinned, "Touch yourself, baby. I want to see you hold it and stroke it for me."

Though it was still covered by my boxers, I lifted my cock and squeezed it below the head.

'What a surreal moment,' I thought. 'Here I am, holding out my dick for Stacey's inspection. Stacey, of all people! She's just standing there, with only her arm covering her gorgeous naked tits. She has nothing on but a sexy smile and tiny panties that are barely covering anything anymore.'

I could scarcely believe any of it.

Smiling happily, she exclaimed, "I think we're making definite progress!"

I waggled my cock at her, and she did the cutest little giggle as she jumped up and down, clapping excitedly.

God, she was gorgeous.

Beaming like a beautiful child opening her birthday presents, she said, "See, I told you! Isn't this fun?" 

I laughed, "I'm certainly not going to complain about having you as my alarm clock!" Waggling my erection at her again, I grinned, "And as you can see, I definitely approve of your morning attire."

"I'm so glad," she said, reaching down to retrieve her bra while still covering herself with her forearm.

Because of the show she was putting on by going topless for me, I was actually somewhat able to overlook the fact that she was only wearing panties in front of me, which I found thoroughly amazing. 

"Okay, sweetie, you're good and awake now, so I'm gonna go hop in the shower and get dressed," she said, still beaming brightly.

"Get dressed? Awww, do you have to?" I asked, pouting for her. 

"Yes, silly, I do! I have big plans for you today!" 

Never lowering her arm, she draped her bra over my head, smiling as she turned to leave. When she was at the foot of the bed she paused to tug her panties down below her ass, though only on one side, which somehow made it even sexier. Grinning over her shoulder, she swished her hips like a stripper before darting out of the room with another of her adorable little giggles.

Her bra was still draped comically around my head, and my cock was throbbing.

I noticed the subtle scent of cinnamon.

~ ~ ~

Once I heard the shower start, I got up and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Come on in!" she said.

She was singing in the shower, and the whole bathroom smelled like steamy flowers as I took my morning piss.

After finishing my business, I headed to the kitchen to make myself a bagel. I heard the shower shut off, then Stacey called out, "Dan, could you c'mere for a second?"

Returning to the bathroom, I found her standing at the sink wearing a bath towel...a very short bath towel. Though she was holding it together in the front, the tops of her breasts were still showing. In the back it just covered her bottom, at least until she leaned forward to brush her teeth. The towel rode up then, exposing the lower third of her bare ass.

With her golden tan and luscious curves, her ass was like succulent fruit.

Continuing to brush her teeth, she took a few palmfuls of water to rinse her mouth before leaning down to spit out the toothpaste. With each rinse and spit she pressed her ass against me, until I began to rise in my boxers.

Looking in the mirror, she gave me a happy smile. With her towel tied in a loose knot between her breasts, she leaned forward to set her hands on the sink. Pressing her ass against me again, she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them to stare at me.

"Up or down?" she finally asked.

"Huh?"

I had no idea what she was asking me.

"Put your hands on me, like this...." She took my hands and placed them on her hips. "Now, press into me."

Squeezing her hips, I pushed forward.

"Mmmm, nice. Okay, up or down?" she asked again. "My hair? Should I wear it up or down today?"

"Where are you going? You don't have to work this weekend, so what's the plan?"

"Where are we going, you mean. Didn't I tell you? I'm kidnapping you today."

"Okay then, Miss Kidnapper, where are we going?"

"I was thinking of taking us clothes shopping. I want to get you something nice to wear for me around the house that will show you off even more than your usual shorts do, and I thought you might also enjoy picking out some sexy panties and things for me to wear for you. Does that sound like a fun Saturday?"

Grinning, I nodded at her in the mirror.

Never taking her eyes off me, she shifted her hips. "You know what? I can't feel you the way I want to, not with this thick towel in the way. Let me feel you holding me. Go ahead, put your hands on my hips beneath the towel."

I slid my hands up her thighs, onto her bare hips; in doing so I managed to raise the back of her towel to where I could see her naked bottom.

"Yes, Dan, just like that." She leaned forward onto her forearms and pushed her bare ass against the front of my boxers, catching my hardening cock in the length of her warm divide. "Mmmm, I think you approve of this outfit even more than my last one," she smiled. "You're getting hard for me right away now."

Bent at the waist, her head resting sideways on her folded arms, she purred, "Press into me like you're fucking me, and could you rub some lotion on my shoulders? The bottle is right there...the yellow one."

While pushing into her naked bottom, I leaned over her shoulder to grab the bottle.

Spreading her legs, she arched her back and pressed her bare ass firmly against me. "Lower..." she said, raising her hips. When I pressed again, she stood on her tiptoes, forcing my cock lower still. "Lower, baby..." she whispered, reaching back with one hand to pull my hip down and forward. "Put your cock between my legs, like you're going to slide it inside me, then rub the lotion into my shoulders."

Backing away, I took a glance down.

Though my cock wasn't fully hard, it was definitely jutting forward, sticking straight out in my boxers. With her towel bunched up on her lower back, her smooth, golden ass was completely exposed.

My god...for the first time in my life, I was seeing Stacey's naked pussy. I stood frozen in place, spellbound by her glistening perfection.

Turning her head, she noticed that I was openly staring at her ass, her pussy, and my protruding erection. "God, you look so damn good when you're hard, you know that? I love the way your cock sticks out so far," she said, giving me a smoky leer. "Baby, if you want to take it out, I won't mind. Mmmm, just slip it between my legs. Let me feel it touching my ass...mmmm-hmmm...pushing into my hot pussy."

I stepped forward, and she raised her ass before lowering it to trap my cockhead between her thighs, the top of my crown pressing against her bare pussy lips. I couldn't see any of it, but I could sure feel it.

So could she, apparently. "Yes, that's it, I can feel you against my lips. You feel hard, baby, really hard, even through your boxers. Rub me now."

Leaning into her, I began spreading the lotion over her soft, smooth shoulders and upper back. 

"Mmmm," she said as I rubbed her, and really we were rubbing each other; while I was stroking her upper body with my hands, she was using her ass and pussy to caress my cock. As I applied the lotion to her shoulders, I was actually sawing back and forth, almost in a fucking motion. My hands kept bumping into her towel, until finally I slid beneath it to smooth the lotion over the center of her back.

She lifted her chest from the sink, and her towel noticeably loosened.

With the towel bunched up at her lower back, my hands slid easily over her body. Peeking down, I noticed that her towel had opened all the way, leaving her bare breasts pressing against the sink top. Her lower back and stomach were still covered, otherwise she was completely naked.

"That feels so good," she purred, writhing beneath my hands; she was trying to make me rub wherever she arched her back. "Is this your favorite outfit so far? I can't tell if you're as hard now as you were before."

I sawed more conspicuously into her. 

"If only you weren't wearing those silly boxers, then I'd be able to tell for sure," she grinned, moving her pussy up and down my shaft. "I wish I could feel your bare cock touching me...pressing into me...sliding deep inside my pussy. Wouldn't that feel sooooo good? Mmmm, but I know we can't do that."

As she lifted herself onto her elbows, I looked into the reflection of the mirror. Her bare breasts were visible; I could also see them from the sides, yet my view stopped just shy of her nipples.

Smiling sweetly, she cupped her hands over her breasts. "By the way, you still haven't answered my question. That's why I called you in here, remember? Do you want me to wear my hair up or down today?"

"Down. Always down, or in a ponytail. Never take your hair away from me by wearing it up. I want to be able to see it moving."

"Moving? Like this?" she giggled, swinging her hair back and forth over my hands. "Does my long hair turn you on?"

"Stacey, your hair is always amazing, but it's even more incredibly sexy against your beautiful back."

She gave me a gorgeous smile. "You've really been studying me a lot lately, haven't you?" 

"I really didn't mean to. It just started happening one day, and the next thing I knew I was constantly noticing you...all of you."

"Baby, I want you to notice my body, so don't apologize. I want you to become as hard as a rock every time you see me. I love this new you, Dan. I love how I can always feel your eyes on me now, checking me out. God, it turns me on, and I'm doing the same thing too, you know. All those times you've hung around here wearing nothing but your little shorts, don't think I haven't noticed. I love seeing your bare chest, and I especially love the way your cock makes such a perfect bulge in your shorts. Sometimes my mouth literally waters when I see it, like when we were in your bedroom a few minutes ago. I'm telling you, I enjoy looking at your body every bit as much as you like to look at mine."

As she was smiling at me in the mirror, I noticed my cock had partly worked its way through the fly of my boxers. I felt moist heat directly on the top of my shaft, and suddenly she noticed it too. "Mmmm, yes, that's it..." she purred, clenching her pussy lips around me while sliding back and forth along my length. "God, baby, I want you inside me," she moaned, coating me with her juices.

When my bare shaft suddenly popped straight up, slipping between her ass cheeks, she cried out in celebration. "Yes! I can feel it! Baby, you did it! You're totally hard!"

Yes, I really was. Finally, for the first time in far too long, I was fully erect. While part of me was deeply thrilled, another part of me was in a panic. Mainly, though, I just felt...relief. I knew it made no sense, yet my overriding emotion wasn't so much one of lust but rather a grateful feeling that there was real hope for me again.

Hugging her from behind, I said, "You did it, Stacey. It's all you. Thank you, angel."

Again holding her towel together with one hand, she turned to face me. Though I'd stuffed myself back inside my boxers, she giggled at the obscene pup tent I was still making. Beaming, she draped her arm around my neck while burying her face in my chest. As I hugged her close and kissed the top of her head, I felt her warm tears on my skin.

"It's coming, baby...it's coming. You're going to be fine, I just know it," she said, smiling warmly while wiggling her hips against me.

For a few perfect moments we simply held each other, until finally she grinned, "Okay, I'm going to go get dressed now. We'll have fun today, you'll see." Then she turned and walked out of the bathroom.

The second she was gone, I closed the door and pulled my boxers off; still erect, I climbed into the shower and immediately began to masturbate.

More than anything, I wanted to cum. Damn it, I just wanted to cum again.

Nothing. My cock began to flag, and without Stacey there to keep me excited I soon went soft again.

As I stood dejected beneath the warm spray, I thought, 'Still, it's progress. Try to be positive.'

~ ~ ~

Driving along in Stacey's convertible, I was once again struck by her sweet beauty. With her flowing golden blonde hair complementing the bright shine of her perfect white teeth and full, pink lips, she was simply radiant. When she caught me glancing at her toned, tanned legs stretching out from beneath her yellow sundress, she teasingly pulled up the hem and slid a scarlet fingernail between her sexy thighs.




Stacey Ch. 02



This is the continuing story of an older married man's obsession with his next door neighbour and how it develops into more than both of them bargain for.

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Part 2 - Stacey Alone

Stacey smiled as she came out of her house and walked over to her silver sports car where I was waiting for her.

"Morning Pete!" She smiled and I smiled back. I watched as her short skirt rode up her slender tanned thighs as she sat down into the driver's seat. I got in and fastened my seat belt. Stacey started the car and we started to move she was looking as gorgeous as usual in a tight vest top and short tan skirt.

"Can I ask your advice?" She looked at me slightly nervously as we waited in the traffic.

"Of course!" I smiled.

"Well, there is a guy that has been working, um a builder, on the house at the back..................!"

"Yes?" I offered. "I've seen him there. What about him?"

"Well I think he's been looking at me in the garden when I was lying out!"

Who wouldn't! I thought to myself as my eyes trailed down her legs but I didn't say that. "Oh right....................do you have a problem with that?"

"Yes, well no, not really!" She started. "In fact I think he looks quite hot!"

I immediately felt my cock start to harden in my trousers as my imagination went into overdrive thinking of the builder with Stacey. "Oh, well that's okay then. But you wanted to ask my advice?"

The traffic in the queue started to move. "Yes!" Said Stacey. "Well I was going to ask him if he wanted a coffee or something and was just wondering if you thought that might be a good idea. What do you think?"

My mind was telling me what I thought and my cock was agreeing with it but again I opened my mouth a told a lie to my sexy young neighbour who clearly only saw me as a Father figure. "Well you could try................but be careful!"

"Awe thanks Pete!" Stacey smiled a delicious smile through her pink painted lips and her green eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

It had been 3 weeks since the event in the bedroom when I had put a drunken Stacey to bed and I still couldn't get the image of her lying practically naked out of my mind. I still had her panties that had been filled with my cum as I wanked into them and had hidden them in my garden shed. And more appropriately, in my garden shed I had set up a viewing zone for my hobby of bird watching. And it wasn't the birds that my wife thought I watched. The only bird that had my full attention was Stacey whom I could see from my shed into her living room, bathroom and back bedroom. 

It was Friday and I kissed my wife goodbye and watched as she drove out of the driveway and onto the road. She was meeting up with some friends and didn't expect to be home until the early hours and I knew that Stacey was also out as she had asked me to go in and walk her dog. Smiling I entered her house and glanced around looking for anything that might excite me. I quickly found her washing basket and fished out a pair of pink panties and held them to my face sniffing deeply. Knowing I was doing wrong I quickly slipped them into my pocket and having walked Stacey's small dog went back to my own house. I was determined to enjoy my wank session with my pretty neighbour's panties that night and slipped on my bath robe before stepping into her stained panties and sliding the soft silky material up over my bulging cock. I ran my fingers down over my bulge feeling the shaft thickening as I did at the excitement of wearing her panties and feeling the need to cum quickly. But I stopped as I heard a car outside and quickly glanced out to see Stacey walking up her driver and entering her house.

I quickly tied the gown at the front and went out into the garden and up to the shed. Unlocking the door I entered and took a seat at the window and lifted my binoculars in the direction of Stacey's house. There was no sign of her in the living room then I saw the light go on in the bathroom and felt my cock start to stiffen again. Stacey duly opened her bathroom window and I watched as she reached up to switch on the shower. Moments passed and then she appeared again, naked and beautiful as she stepped up into her shower and I watched in awe as the warm water cascaded down over her head and beautiful body and my cock was straining inside her panties to be released and played with. I resisted the temptation to touch myself but instead just watched as she washed herself.

As Stacey finished washing and soaping herself I watched as she stood still in the shower as she slid her hands up the sides of her gorgeously perfect body. Her nails lightly grazed against her tanned skin. I could feel my body tingle as if those were my hand on her instead of her own. I could feel my fingertips travelling slowly up across her soft skin. My cock jumped inside her panties and a large wet patch appeared as precum leaked out of my swollen cock head.

I watched intently through the binoculars as her hands moved upward to her perky breasts and began to roll her fingers around her pink nipples. I wanted to feel them in my mouth, to taste them and suckle them. I watched in sheer lust as Stacey pulled on her nipples, pinching them and massaging her breasts. 

I could almost hear her moans from where I was and was now completely hooked on the show she was giving me and I was also now hard as a rock which formed a large tent in her pink panties. I'd never watched a woman masturbate so openly before and here she was, my gorgeous sexy young neighbour, alone (or so she thought) and she was doing it for the simple reason of pleasing herself.

As she continued to knead her perky breasts with one hand, she brought the other hand up to her mouth. She slowly inserted her index finger into her mouth and sucked on it like a little cock! As if I wasn't horny enough this sight almost put me over the edge imagining that she was sucking my cock now! 

I knew I wouldn't be able to watch much more without having to satisfy my own needs. I slid my hand down onto the silky material of her panties that covered my leaking manhood. She let her fingers wander back down her body to her pussy. My mouth was salivating as she slipped her finger in between her luscious lips. She slowly rubbed her clit, back and forth, in slow fluid movements. 

After a few moments she leaned back onto a small shelf giving me an even better voyeuristic view as she spread her legs further apart. I could see her pussy, all pink, wet and absolutely inviting clearly through the binoculars. She inserted her finger into her hole and arched her back. I could tell she was moaning but couldn't hear her. 

In my mind I could hear her soft moans as her fingers danced in and around her wetness. Her movements became jerkier as she continued to play. My hand slid inside the tight waistband of her panties I was wearing and I slid my hand around my rock hard cock shaft and began stroking my cock. I knew that I could have cum at any point but I wanted to wait for my sexy neighbour, to share her climax, even if she didn't know.

Steadily faster her fingers moved and she began to squirm in her seated position on the shelf as her legs began to shake. I knew she was about to cum and I couldn't wait to see it. I watched intently as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge. My hand had pulled my cock from the confines of her panties and I was now pumping hard on my raging manhood. Finally with a few more jerks of her hand and her body becoming tense she came. Her hand slowed down and rubbed her clit in a slow but firm circle as she worked her climax to its peak. 

At the same time I felt the warmth begin to flow up the shaft of my throbbing cock. Before I knew it, my cock exploded with my thick cum, covering my thighs and the chair. My stroking slowed and I tried to match her.

As her climax began to subside so did mine. She relaxed her body and I could see her chest heaving as she struggled to regain her breath. She brought her fingers up to her nose and inhaled. She then slipped her fingers one at a time into her mouth, sucking off her sweet juices. I watched her let out a giggle and watched her breasts bounce as she did.

She leaned over to her bathroom window and looking out in the direction of the new building, still wet from her shower and totally naked she smiled before closing the window.

I knew now that I wanted Stacey so badly and would have her at some point in the future, but it would just be a matter of time before I could no longer control myself.



Stacey Ch. 02



"Enjoying the view?" she smiled.

"You're just gorgeous, Stacey...absolutely gorgeous," I said, nearly in awe.

"You're not too shabby yourself there, baby, with that hot body and big, bulging cock," she smiled, squeezing my hand. She was really laying it on thick, and she laughed over how slutty she knew she sounded. She always laughed, which was just one of the countless things I was discovering I loved about her.

Something had changed, though, and it was me. I realized I was beginning to lose my usual reticence. I was becoming comfortable with telling her how I felt, and I was no longer ashamed to talk with her about my sexual problems.

I also realized that when I was with her I was genuinely happy, and I couldn't recall the last time I'd felt real happiness.

"So," she smiled, "we're not finished with you, not by a long shot, but are you at least having some fun now? Are you enjoying your new toy?"

"You mean you, or getting hard-ons again?" I asked, laughing with her. 

"I meant your hard cock, silly, since that's what started all this. But sure, since you brought it up, are you enjoying playing with me too?"

"Yes, to both. Truth be told, I'm having way more fun with you than I am with my other new toy."

I had decided to let it all out.

"See, Stacey, my other new toy still isn't working right."

"Oh, c'mon!" she exclaimed. "I felt it, clear as day! I still haven't seen it, not naked anyway, but I definitely felt it, and it was as hard as a rock! Plus you showed it to me in your boxers. It was definitely hard, Dan. It was long, hard, and absolutely gorgeous."

"Stacey, I still can't cum."

That one stopped her in her tracks. She just stared at me.

"I tried, Stacey, two more times. I took a shot at it last night after you went back to your room, and I tried again this morning in the shower. I thought it would be a sure thing this morning, since you'd just turned me on so much. For a few moments there, you had me completely hard."

"You were definitely hard. I could feel it," she giggled. "I just wish I could have seen it, too, along with the look on your face as you were experiencing your first full erection again. I didn't get to see it, but it felt awesome against me. You have no idea how badly I wanted you to put it inside me."

"I'm glad I didn't."

"Why? Because we're 'just friends'?" she grumbled, dripping bitter sarcasm.

"Well, yes, that's part of it. I don't want to lose my best friend, even if she is no longer the tomboy she used to be," I said, gently teasing her.

"Yeah, I would hope by now that you finally see me as being more than just 'one of the guys,'" she said, grinning mischievously.

"You know I do, Stace, but I also like the idea of moving slowly with this, like you said."

She sighed. "Baby, I'm trying to keep it slow. I really am. Listen to me, because I mean this in the very best way: If it was anyone but you, I would have fucked you this morning for sure when I was lying on top of you with my panties halfway down my ass. I wanted you to see me...all of me. I wanted you to pull my panties off, and I was dying for you to bury your tongue and especially your cock inside me. God, I wanted it so badly. I didn't do it, though, and I didn't do it in the bathroom either, where I wanted you even more. Because it's you, I'm trying to be good."

"I appreciate that, Stace. I really do appreciate everything you've done."

Ignoring me, she continued, "So what's the other reason you're glad you didn't put it inside me?"

"It's what I'm trying to tell you, Stacey. I'm still not all the way there. I can't cum! When I have sex again, I want to be able to cum! I want to get hard and do it whenever I want, just like I used to. Fuck, I want to be able to masturbate again! Do you know what it's like to not even be able to masturbate? And yeah, if we ever do have sex, I want to be able to explode inside you. I want to fill you with cum, and not just once in a blue moon."

"Baby, it's not 'if' we have sex, it's only a matter of when. Don't think for one minute that I'm letting you off the hook with just a great hard-on. I blew it with you when we were younger, but I'm not going to blow it this time. After spending nearly our whole lives together, we found each other again for a reason. Believe me, you're going to fuck me until I scream, and I'm going to fuck you like crazy. I'm going to make love to you with everything I have. We have so much catching up to do, and I'm not the least bit worried about your cock or its ability to perform. Don't you worry either, because very soon here you're going to be inside me every single day, filling my happy pussy and hungry mouth with gallons and gallons of cum."

Her expression became more serious, then she put her hand to my cheek, caressing me with the backs of her fingertips. Her eyes had again filled with tears. "I promise you that, on my heart. Baby, this is my life's mission now, to make you whole again, and to make amends for the mistake I made in letting you get away from me before. Don't you understand yet, Dan? This isn't just a game. I love you, and I've always loved you. Now that fate has given us a second chance, I'm going to make you want me forever...the same way I want you forever."

As we stared into each other's eyes, I took her hand and kissed it. "Stacey, I love you too. Every day I realize more and more that I have completely fallen in love with you. I've always loved you, and I'm certain you've always known it. We were just too young, that's all. It wasn't our time yet to be together. You're a miracle, and even though I couldn't see it back then, you've always been perfect. Maybe it is fate, the two of us coming together now like this, but I just want to be whole again before I try to be with you. I need to know that I'm able to give you everything you deserve, and right now I still can't."

"You will, baby, you will. Just be patient; there's no hurry. I'm not going anywhere, and there is no deadline here. Whether it's today, tomorrow or whenever, it'll come when it's meant to come, but I promise you, it will come...and when it does, so will I," she added with a sly smile, a cool fire burning in her beautiful deep blue eyes.

~ ~ ~

When we got to the mall, the first place she led me to was a lingerie store.

"Those shorts and boxers of yours have to go," she grinned. "I want something that displays you much more nicely...something silky to the touch."

She went to a saleswoman and quietly spoke to her as she gestured back at me. Smiling, the saleswoman waved me over.

"I think I have just the thing for you. Here..." she said, leading us to a display table, where she handed me a pair of silk shorts. "Go try these on for her."

She pointed out the changing rooms, and I headed into one of their little booths. I took off my shoes, pants and underwear, leaving my shirt and socks on as I slipped on the new shorts.

Stacey knocked lightly on the door. "May I come in?" 

Once she came inside, she took one look at me and laughed, "Oh no, that definitely won't do! Silly boy, lose the shirt and socks, then come outside and let me see you!"

After she'd stepped back outside, I stripped off everything but the shorts. "Ready?" I called over the door.

"Ready and waiting," she called back, the grin obvious in her voice.

When I opened the door, there she was, standing with the saleswoman. I hadn't counted on that!

"Come, stand in front of the mirror," Stacy said. "Let us look at you."

Standing behind me with the saleswoman at her side, she positioned me before the mirror. After looking me over, she asked the saleswoman, "Do you have any smaller ones, maybe with an opening in the front?"

"I sure do. I'll be right back," she said cheerfully.

When she took off, Stacey put her hands on my hips and whispered in my ear, "Don't look now, but I think she likes you! Did you notice the way she was checking you out?"

"You're imagining things," I chuckled.

"We'll see," she grinned.

The saleswoman, Veronica, according to her name tag, came back with a pair of light blue shorts. 

"Perhaps these might be more what you have in mind," she smiled to Stacey, handing her the shorts.

Stacey held them up to the light. They were certainly quite a bit smaller than the first pair, and they had a large opening in the front that closed with a single snap in the fly. They were also semi-transparent, which Stacey was discovering to her great glee by moving her hand around inside the material.

"These just might do the trick. Go," she said, handing them to me.

I went into the changing room and swapped the one pair for the other. "Ready?" I asked again. 

"She went to go check on something," came Veronica's voice.

Stacey called from across the store, "Come on out. I'll be right there."

Exiting the dressing room, I stood beside a smiling Veronica in front of the mirror as Stacey returned to inspect me in the smaller shorts. "Turn around and face us," she grinned.

When I turned to face the two women, I realized I was also facing anyone else who was in the store. Stacey didn't seem the least bit concerned about that, though. Smiling as she stood behind Veronica, she gestured with a glance to the pretty saleswoman openly checking out the front of my shorts. I looked down too.

The silk boxers were so brief that the head of my circumcised cock was peeking out of the large leg hole; also, the light shining through the shorts made it easy to see my shaft and balls.

When I noticed Veronica staring intently up and down my body, I started getting hard; the shorts began to rise, revealing the underside of my lengthening cock.

I sheepishly tried to tuck myself back in.

"May I?" Veronica asked, grinning to Stacey as they watched me fumble around.

"Please do, before he gets himself arrested," Stacey said, and they both laughed.

Veronica reached down to the front of my shorts, where the head and a few inches of my rising hard-on had poked straight through the open fly! I'd forgotten to close the damn snap! Brushing the sides of my shaft with her slender fingers, she pulled the shorts up and over the head, tucking it back inside. Snapping the button closed, she primly patted me right on the tip!

My erection sprang straight up, and Veronica smiled while staring at the head peeking above the top of the shorts. "They certainly do flatter him, don't they? He wears them so well," she said, grinning to Stacey.

"To flatter him even more, don't you think they could maybe stand to be another size smaller?" Stacey replied, giving Veronica a sly look.

"I couldn't agree more," she giggled. "You have an excellent eye for proportions!"

"It helps to have a great model," smiled Stacey, turning to give me a sweet grin.

"Absolutely," Veronica said, looking me over one more time before smiling again to Stacey. "I think I may have something that will truly flatter him. I'll be right back."

Once we were alone, I chuckled to Stacey, "You're enjoying this way too much, you know that?"

"Me? It looks like you're the one who's doing the enjoying here, Mister No One But Stacey Can Get Me Hard. Yep, it sure looks to me like you're thoroughly enjoying being on display for Veronica. And to think, the first time I ever really get to see any of your bare cock, I'm having to share the moment with another woman!"

She was beaming happily, reveling in her tease.

"It's your fault," I said, still grinning. "You put her up to it. You're the puppet master here. I'm just the puppet."

Smirking, she said, "I thought with puppets it's their wooden noses that grow long and hard. You seem to have your puppet parts confused."

Before I could respond, Veronica returned with a pair of white shorts. She escorted me into the dressing room, where I was in and out in a flash.

"Oh, my!" she said with a sexy smile, after she'd tugged back and forth on the waistband to make a few adjustments.

"Those will work. Oh yes, those will definitely work. Excellent choice, Veronica," grinned Stacey.

'These shorts are obscene,' I thought, as I stood before the two women ogling my cock.

"I guess I forgot to mention it," Veronica giggled, "but these shorts don't offer a snap in the fly."

"They sure don't," Stacey said, smiling proudly. "Baby, do you like your shorts that much, or is it just the fact that you know Veronica is enjoying seeing your gorgeous erection standing so nice and tall through the fly? Is that what's making you so hard?"

"Whatever it is," Veronica grinned, "I think those shorts are keepers, don't you?"

I tried to tuck my cock back inside, but I was so erect that all I succeeded in doing was to reposition it vertically, with the upper third jutting out above the top.

"He'll keep those on," Stacey said to Veronica. "We'll take that pair and a half-dozen more of the same, in whatever colors you have."

"Of course," Veronica smiled. "Just let me remove the tag if he's going to wear them out." 

"Of course," repeated Stacey, with a mischievous little grin. "Please do."

Returning her grin, Veronica reached down and pulled my waistband out; ostensibly looking for the tag while peering inside, she exposed my entire cock. "Mmmm, there it is..." she smiled, before bringing out a pair of small scissors. She stretched the wispy shorts over my hip to show my cock to Stacey, then she snipped off the tag. Shooting us a flirty grin as she subtly ran the back of her hand all along my solid length, she said, "I'll gather up your other pairs and meet you at the counter."

"You can gather up the other pairs but we still have more shopping to do, so don't ring us up yet. We have to pick out some things for her," I said, nodding towards Stacey.

"Of course. Would you like any assistance?" 

"That'd be great," I grinned. 

"It would certainly be my pleasure," she said, smiling to Stacey. "So what are we shopping for today?"

"Don't ask me. Ask him," giggled Stacey.

"So, you very fortunate man," Veronica said, "how would you like to decorate your beautiful lady today?" 

God, I was still fully erect inside my shorts; well, half inside, anyway.

Smiling happily at the sight of my semi-exposed erection, Stacey turned and playfully flipped up her tiny sundress to flash her naked bottom framed at the very top by a white thong.

"What do you have in sheer panties for my beautiful lady?" I asked.

Glancing back over her shoulder, Stacey was wide-eyed and excited.

"How sheer would you like them?" Veronica asked. "Somewhat sheer, maybe lacy sheer, or completely see-through nude?"

"Yes," I said, smiling devilishly. 

"I see!" she giggled, beaming at Stacey. "A little of everything, it is!" Flashing me a knowing grin, she took off around the corner.

Stacey stood in front of the mirror. "C'mere," she purred, once we were alone again. 

I slipped behind her, and she snuggled close against me after wrapping my arms around her waist. Looking at me in the mirror, she began moving her ass on my erection. "Mmmm, your cock is still so hard. I can see every inch of it in those shorts, and so can Veronica. Tell me, what's doing this to you? What's making you so hard?"

"It's you, and it's her. It's you showing me off to her."

Grinning, she made a "Who? Me?" face.

"It's the fact that I'm wearing nothing but these shorts while standing out in the middle of a store. It's knowing that both of you want to see my cock so much. It's the feeling of getting hard that I've missed for so long, which I'm really enjoying again. It's all these things, and I'm just letting it happen like you asked me to."

"That is what I asked. Dan, this is exactly what I want. When you start to become hard, I want you to let it grow all the way hard, then I want you to let it stay that way. Whenever I'm with you, don't worry about other people seeing it. You have a fantastic cock, baby, so if they want to look, I'm going to show it off to them. I want you to stay hard now, too. I want Veronica to keep seeing it and touching it. You know she wants it, and I want you to see her lusting for it. I would love it if she could watch your gorgeous cock slide into my ass like this...."

Whereas only a few inches of my erection had been jutting above the waistband, the rubbing Stacey was doing against it with her ass had forced those silky shorts to slip well below my shaft. She had exposed my entire cock and was sliding her soft, warm split all up and down my solid length.

"God, Stacey, you're driving me crazy," I moaned.

"Crazy enough to make you cum?" she asked, hotly whispering "cum" in my ear. "I'd love to make you cum on my ass, and especially inside my panties. Will you do that for me, even if she's watching?"

"If I get there, I won't stop, that's for sure."

"Just tell me how to get you there, and I'll do it. Whatever you want me to wear, whatever you would like me to do for you, just tell me how to make you cum, and I'll do it."

"Just let it happen, Stacey. Like you said, it'll happen when it's meant to happen."

"I know, baby, I know, and you're right. I just want it so badly. I want to feel your cum, Dan. I want it inside me, and all over me. I can't wait to suck your cock and taste your cum. Mmmm, I can't wait for you to fuck me. God, I want you to fuck me right now, with Veronica watching us, then I want you to fuck her too. You know she wants your cock."

She was trembling beneath my hands.

"Slow, Stacey, slow. You said you want to keep it slow. We're just having fun, remember?" I teased. 

"Damn, this is just torture," she breathed, wantonly grinding away on my cock.

Veronica returned with a handful of sheer panties. "These should be just the things you—" she started to say, stopping short when she saw my naked cock sliding in Stacey's beautiful ass.

Looking back at the stunned saleswoman, Stacey moaned, "Oooooh...Veronica, I'm sorry, but I have to get out of here. Please, just ring us up for all the panties and shorts. We'll take everything. I don't mean to be rude, but I've been waiting my whole life for him, and I can't wait any longer. I really, really need this gorgeous man to take me home and make love to me."

"I can certainly see that! Sweetie, I understand. God, do I understand. I'll ring you up right away," Veronica said, professionalism combining with lust and disappointment in her voice. As she eyed my cock moving in the ass of our wildly turned-on blonde, it was plain to see that she'd been looking forward to taking part in Stacey's next round of sexy games.

Stacey had me throw my clothes on, and we hurriedly paid for our items.

"Take me home," she said, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the store.

We drove home as quickly as possible, trying not to crash. As soon as we walked through the door, Stacey pushed me onto the couch and pulled my pants open. "Take those off!" she growled playfully. While I shucked my shoes, socks and pants, she pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it into the kitchen.

"I need to cum, baby, and I want you to watch," she said, her eyes on fire. Facing me, she straddled my thighs and brought her ass straight down onto my lap.

Right away she noticed that my erection was sticking straight up again above my shorts, which made her grin from ear to ear. "Jack yourself off for me, baby, and watch me cum." Taking my hand, she placed it on my throbbing shaft and began masturbating me with it. "Watch me. Just keep watching me. Mmmm, I love your cock," she said, adding her hand to mine. While corkscrewing her palm around the head, she pulled her sundress over her hip before sliding that hand down her stomach. "Watch me, and keep stroking yourself," she purred, smiling seductively as she traced circles on her sexy tummy.

I was as hard as a rock. I wasn't about to lose it either, not with her there.




Stacey Ch. 02



She slid her hand into her panties, letting me see her trimmed blonde triangle where her wrist was stretching open the thong. Immediately she began fucking herself, and as she bucked up and down in my lap her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy were making gloriously wet sluicing sounds.

"God, yes, I'm cumminnnnng!!" she screamed, and her whole body shook.

Nearly frantic, she pulled her hand from her panties to press her drenched fingers into my mouth. Tasting her hot wetness for the first time, I eagerly sucked each one, and she stared intently as she watched me sample her sweet pussy.

With her free hand she pulled her sundress up to the bottom of her breasts. Arching her back as she touched herself, she eventually pulled her hand from my mouth and used both hands to whip off her dress.

Finally, I was seeing her bare breasts. They were every bit as perfect as the rest of her, and even larger and heavier than I'd imagined.

For a good thirty seconds she pinched and tugged on her long pink nipples before plunging her hand into her pussy. Quickly pulling it right back out, she spread her glistening wetness all over her breasts while arching her back to present her glorious mounds to my mouth. "Taste me," she moaned, pressing her moistened tips to my lips.

Sucking them gently, I could scarcely believe what I was seeing and feeling. This beautiful, amazing girl was moaning deeply, her whole body trembling; taking my face in her hands, she brought it to her chest, smothering me with her breasts.

After allowing me a few exquisite moments to enjoy laving and thoroughly mauling her incredible tits, she slid down my body until her face was at my stomach and her breasts were enveloping my cock. "Do it," she said, looking up at me. "Give it to me. Fuck my tits."

As I started driving my cock between her breasts, she used both hands to press them around my dick. She was kissing my stomach and jamming her tongue into my navel when...whoa! I felt my cum beginning to rise!

She pulled down my shorts, squealing in delight when she saw the rest of my bare cock come into view. Wasting no time, I took her breasts in my hands and started thrusting between them again.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck my tits! Fuck me! You're going to make me cum again!" she cried. She slid her panties below her grinding bottom, then she reached down with both hands; one went to her pussy from the front while the other attacked her ass from the rear. She started furiously fucking herself, and I was pumping just as wildly into her breasts. Tossing her head around and screaming as she came, her chin and lips made contact with the head of my cock.

An electric jolt shot through my entire body, and I shouted, "Stacey! I can feel it! It's coming! It's coming!"

"Yes! Let it go, baby! Give it to me! Give me your cum!"

After allowing me one last pump between her tits, she lowered her head and took me in her mouth! While twisting up and down my cock with both hands, she began hungrily sucking the head and the first few inches of my pulsing shaft. Jesus, it felt like she was pulling my entire body into her mouth, right through my balls!

She suddenly pulled off, though she continued to fist my cock as she looked into my eyes. "I can taste it! I can taste your cum now! It's pouring into my mouth! It's happening! You're doing it! You're going to cum! Give me your cum, baby! I want you to cum all over your Stacey's beautiful face!"

That did it. My orgasm raced through me, shrieking up my cock until it exploded! I screamed at the top of my lungs as wave after wave rocked me, and it just wouldn't stop; I kept shooting massive ropes of thick white cum all over Stacey's exultant face. She was aiming the blasts into her open mouth, and I came so much that even after her mouth was full and cum was spilling down her chin she was still able to paint her gorgeous face with it. As each new shot scorched her skin with an audible splat, she let out another sexy moan, and it all seemed to go on forever.

When I finally stopped shooting, she let go of my cock and reached up to her cheeks with both hands. "Oooh, yes..." she moaned, spreading my cum all over her face. Laughing in exhilaration, she smoothed it into her skin before licking her fingers. Once she was satisfied that she'd evenly covered her entire face in my cream, she took my cock back into her hot mouth. She licked all up and down the shaft, then she laved my balls, cleaning me everywhere. Returning to my cockhead, she sucked hard on the sensitive tip, grinning as she swallowed my final few pulses of dribbling cum.

Stunned...obliterated...we collapsed together, floating off into the happy beyond.

An hour or so later Stacey stirred and got up. I smiled to myself when I noticed her panties were still stretched across her thighs from when she'd pulled them down earlier. Stopping in the middle of the living room, she simply took them off and left them on the floor. Completely naked for the first time with me, she headed to the bathroom.

I could hear her peeing, and I got up to go get us a glass of water. When I brought it to her, she had her head cradled in her folded arms atop the sink counter.

"Hi," she said, beaming.

"Hi yourself, beautiful. I thought you might be thirsty," I smiled, offering her the glass of cool water.

"I am. I'm very thirsty." She took the glass and set it on the sink counter; then, guiding me by my thighs, she moved me directly in front of her. "Hello, you," she said to my cock, which was hanging heavily before her gorgeous shining smile. "Thank you," she added, gently petting it. "Thank you so very much." She took me into her mouth, and with her hands pulling on my ass she began to face-fuck herself.

"I love this cock," she said, pausing to kiss the tip. She stuck out her tongue and made a sharp point of it before pressing it into my piss slit. "This is a beautiful, gorgeous, long, thick, absolutely perfect cock." Sliding her mouth all the way down until her nose was nestled in my pubic hair, she hummed a happy tune, breathing through her nose while vibrating her throat around me.

Pulling back, she held the shaft before her wet, parted lips. "This cock gives me the sweetest, hottest cum, and I will never tire of drinking from it." She nibbled on the head, lightly nipping at it.

Cupping my balls, she said, "And you fellas, I want to thank you too, for giving me such a long and wonderful cum bath! I was beginning to think you two would never run out of cum for me, and I love you for it." She bounced my balls back and forth in her hand, alternately sucking one then the other. "Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I dearly love you guys, and I'll never forget what you did for me."

After spending a few more moments planting sweet kisses on them, she turned her attention back to my cock, which was growing in her hand. Kissing it and cooing to it, she purred, "Hi, gorgeous. I sure missed you. Now that you're back, I need to ask a little favor of you. See, your owner and I still have some unfinished business to tend to, and we need your help. You won't regret it, I promise. Come with me, handsome. I have a very special place I'd like to show you."

Never releasing me, she led me to her bedroom. When we stood beside her bed, she lay on her back and seductively spread her legs. Positioning me between her beautiful thighs, she brought my cock to the open mouth of her pussy and pressed me inside.

"Now, Dan. Make love to me," she whispered.

Releasing my cock, she stared wide-eyed into my eyes as we kissed, her hands cupping my face; our first real kiss, ever since we were children. Moaning, she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me further inside. When my hard shaft slid all the way in, kissing and caressing her silken walls with each sublime inch of deeper penetration, she let out a gorgeous gasp.

"I love you, Stacey," I said, and she hugged me tightly.

Her eyes remained wide open, boring straight into me. "God, Dan, I love you so much. Baby, please, never let me go. Promise me we will never be apart again. Promise you will stay inside me forever."

"I will love and cherish you forever, angel. I promise you, Stacey, I'm all yours."

She squealed with joy against my neck, her happy tears burning my skin.

As we continued making love, she gazed into my eyes while sensually grinding her hips against me. "Mmmm, you feel incredible inside me. God, this is even better than I always imagined," she whispered, "but there's something I have to tell you."

"You know you can tell me anything," I said, savoring the heavenly warmth of her pussy's magical embrace.

"Baby," she said slowly, hotly, "I stopped taking my birth-control pills."

"I know," I said, giving her a teasing little grin.

"You know? How?" 

"I saw the full case in the bathroom wastebasket. You threw it away two nights ago."

"Yes, I did. Do you know why?"

Staring into her eyes, I kissed her; waiting for her answer, I kissed her again.

"Dan, I threw them away when I realized there was no turning back for me. Baby, I'm deeply and hopelessly in love with you. I want to be your wife, and bear your child. I just couldn't do that to you, though, not without telling you first. Now that we're making love, and I know you're going to cum inside me, I had to let you know. I'm telling you now, before it's too late."

Kissing her loving eyes, I stared in wonder at her impossibly beautiful face. "Stacey, there is nothing in this world that would make me happier than to be with you forever, and to start a family with you."

Sobbing into my neck, she hugged me even more tightly.

"Listen to me, Stacey. You know I will do whatever you want, but I need you to tell me that you want me to cum inside you, knowing what it could mean for us."

Even if I live to be a hundred years old, I doubt I will ever see anything as beautiful as her face was that very moment, smiling through her joyous tears.

Her eyes were shining brightly as she brought her hands up to touch my face. Holding her gaze steady, she said, "I love you with all my heart, and I offer to you everything I am and everything I will ever be, body and soul. I beg you now to make love to me, and to cum inside your Stacey's unprotected womb, knowing that by doing so we may create a child together. I love you, and all I want in this world is to have you inside me forever. Daniel Thomas Gibson, will you marry me?"

Choking up, I kissed her sweet tears. "Yes, Stacey Lisette Fairchild, I would be honored to marry you."

Then, finally, in a culmination of a lifetime, we cried out together when I came inside my beautiful Stacey. 

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As it turned out, Stacey didn't become pregnant that day. No matter; we were deliriously in love, and we had the rest of our lives to have children. 

Stacey had cast aside the darkness that threatened to destroy me ever since Angelina was taken from this world. Angelina was a brilliant light that should have shined for an eternity, and my profound sadness over her passing will never completely fade away.

I was blessed by my time with Angelina, yet I was equally blessed by the gift of Stacey. In my darkest hour, she was the golden angel who came to me and delivered me from the brink of crushing despair.

She was my miracle.

~the end~ 

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Stacey Ch. 03



Part 3 - Stacey in Trouble

This is the continuing story of an obsession that a perverted older married man has for his younger neighbour and the lengths he will go to, to satisfy his needs.

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My wife was away for the weekend and I had just returned to my house after having returned from a Sunday drink at my local pub. It had been some weeks since I had seen Stacey in her bathroom although I did still wank over her images in my head. And with the wife now being away this was a perfect opportunity to continue with my new hobby. Checking Stacey's car was in her drive I could see the sun was shining on this lovely Summer's day and guessed (hoped) that my favourite sexy young neighbour would be in her garden. I walked upstairs and immediately stripped off my clothes before moving into the back bedroom that overlooked the gardens. And my cock was already thickening in anticipation as I looked through the blinds to see Stacey lying on her back in a tiny brown bikini. Just the sight of her gorgeous body made my cock rock hard as I sat down on a chair with a view to wanking myself silly as I watched her.

Her newly dyed blonde hair was lying on her shoulders as I spied her slim toned body with those perky breasts and an arse like a peach. I had passed the point of caring what she looked like now and my interest was only in one thing, her body. Stacey does have a pretty face with full luscious lips and big green eyes, really a picture of innocence. But for me and my perverted ways her body was all I desired. Now I viewed her from my bedroom window, alone in the house with my eyes glued to the brown two piece thong swimsuit she was wearing. I gazed at the skimpy top and wondered how something that skimpy could hold her perky breasts in without snapping? 

Stacey turned onto her stomach and untied the back of her top to prevent tan lines. Her beautifully tanned skin was golden brown and shining in the heat of the sun. I immediately noticed her thong disappear into her bum crack and from even a few feet away she looked completely naked. To me, having gone past the mere attraction and now being obsessed with my neighbour, she was no longer nice, she was disgusting! She looked and acted like a little tart, a slut, a temptress! As I thought this of her she pushed herself up on her knees and arched her back pushing her heavenly bum cheeks out making them more prominent as her breasts bounced in the light warm breeze. 

It was inevitable and I felt my cock stiffen again as I watched intently. When I would sit alone wanking at Stacey I would often wonder if she knew what she was doing and perhaps just 'putting on a show for me!'? Like the slut she was. 

I pulled my face back from the glass briefly in fear that she might have spotted me but then noticed the builders over the fence. One had been mentioned by Stacey to me and she had said he was hot! A typical slutty remark, no doubt! But I could see that they were ogling my sexy neighbour from the vantage point of the scaffolding next door. Dirty pervy bastards! How dare they ogle my Stacey!

Stacey hadn't seen me or them. She was simply changing the track in her IPod. It was a Sunday and she, like me, assumed they wouldn't be working today. But I was angry. 'My' innocent Stacey was unknowingly being ogled by builders as she was positioned on all fours in her garden 'virtually naked'. She was like a lamb being stalked by two hungry wolves! What a pair of pervy bastards. My eyes trailed back to Stacey...and what a fucking dirty slut!

But strangely this thought was making me extremely aroused. I reached down and closing my fingers around my rock hard shaft started playing with my hardening member. I couldn't help myself as I stared at Stacey and imagined although she was totally unaware, of being mentally ridden by the builders from the opposite house! What dirty disgusting thoughts were going through their heads I thought to myself. Were they imagining fucking her delightfully tight young pussy into it was sore, or forcing themselves upon her in an act of defiance against her wishes? The thought of my sexy slutty neighbour being raped popped into my head and my cock jerked fiercely in my hand as it hardened even further at the obscene thought. It wasn't as if she had never had a cock before. The only difference was that each time she had she had been drunk as was her way.

The builder's were both naked from the waist up. They were both tanned and had lean muscle and hardened six-packs. They appeared in their late teens or early twenties so had no right to ogle my 26 year old neighbour! Well, not in such a perverted manner. They even had tattoos on their muscular arms and hair shaved close in. I continued to watch with growing excitement. Oh my god, dirty bastards! The builders had taken out their camera phones and started taking snaps of Stacey but she seemed unaware of them or their actions as she looked at a magazine and listened to her IPod. Despite being appalled at what I was seeing my perverted excitement was getting the better of me and I couldn't resist and continued to tug harder on my cock. I simply couldn't help it as I prized open the window to listen to the builders talking. Dirty filthy bastards! 

One man's accent was harsh and pure Belfast as he laughed with the other man knowing Stacey's music in her ears would drown out their ramblings. "I would love to pump that sweet ass of and make her squeal with pain!" One man shouted. "Yeah!" Agreed the other builder quickly. "I'd tie her up and pound her juicy cunt!" 

I could hardly believe my ears. The dirty pervy men, how dare they talk to my neighbour niece like that! But I continued to tug on my rock hard cock!

Yeah and make her suck my cock, cock sucking whore!" The first man continued. "Or better still; give me a titty wank with them melons!" "Fucking yes! Oh fucking yess, yess, yess!" The first builder almost came as he agreed with his friend! "Fuck I dream about that all the time and my cock and them tits! Spunking all over them!"

They laughed as they continued making hand gestures indicating to Stacey's breasts or slapping motions, as if they were riding her from behind. Pervy little twats, I thought to myself. But the sad reality was this was seriously turning me on. Just then I heard one man say to the other. "Let's go down to her and see if she needs us to rub sun lotion onto her back?" 

My stomach was now heaving with arousal. What were they going to do with my neighbour? I thought to myself with growing excitement. I didn't know what was going to happen next with these two builders but I wasn't going to miss an opportunity like this and decided to film it. I left the bedroom to get my camcorder complete with tripod and a couple of beers. By the time I got back the men were already in Stacey's back garden! They were slowly walking up to her. I had seen her body when she was drunk but this was awesome as I watched through the camcorder! 'The wolves were about to attack their prey!' I thought to myself as she lay blissfully unaware of them with her eyes closed and music in her ears. But then I started to get alarmed as I noticed one of the men had some tent pegs and rope in his back pocket. 

Still unaware of their presence Stacey was on her stomach dozing, the camcorder was set on its tripod and the filming had begun. I knew it was wrong and began to feel a pang of guilt about what might happen next. Stacey was my neighbour and she trusted me and confided in me. I thought of stopping the camera and alerting Stacey to the possible danger but just as I was about to the 'dirty old man' side of me suddenly took over and I smiled. This was the pervy side of me that wanted to see her innocent pretty little face get buried in the laps of these builders! And I knew as I stroked myself once again that I was in need of relief. Now I was in control of myself and the film and the voyeuristic action that I so enjoyed in my private life. My fingers closed around my thick member as I watched as the oldest looking of the builders knelt down beside my sexy neighbour.

"Oh my god!" She suddenly screamed as she got to her knees in alarm, her perky young breasts bouncing naked as she cupped them with her arms to hide them from her predators! She was kneeling between the two builders looking up at them innocently! "Easy!" Said one. "Everything's fine!" He glanced at his friend before returning his gaze, first to Stacey's breasts and then back to her face, before his eyes reverted to her fleshy mounds that were squashed under her arms. "We just wondered if you needed us to rub sun lotion onto your back? We're working on the house next door!" He was trying to look sincere. 

Stacey quickly looked around but the seclusion of her garden hid everything other than the clear view from my window. She noticed the other builder's eyes checking out her peachy bum cheeks! "Um no, that's ...I'm fine, thank you!" She said firmly but still sounding slightly startled by the intrusion. 

I could hear her voice was shaking and smiled to myself waiting and filming every move! "Yes, that's it baby!" I whispered to myself. "Not so in control now are you, fucking little...gorgeous...slutty tart!" The builder continued to talk down to her. "You're home alone aren't you?" He said trying to be casual; he glanced up at the empty house behind her. "Uh no!" She protested. My neighbour is next door!" I quickly ducked behind the curtain as she pointed at the houses whilst covering her squashed breasts with one arm. "You're lying!" The other man suddenly blurted. "He's at the pub! We saw him go out and haven't seen him come back in yet!" "So you are all alone!" The other builder said his tone firm and menacing. Then he continued. "I'm gonna fuck you...whether you want it or not!"

"Listen I have neighbours!" Stacey repeated in a panic but to the growing excitement of me as she started to get scared. "Please I don't want any trouble, please leave!" Stacey said, her green eyes now dazzling and watery. One builder smiled at the other then looked back at her. "Awe, poor you!" He scowled. "I... Don't fucking think so!" 

Stacey glanced back at her house and quickly tried to get to her feet to run for the house but I watched as she was cruelly tripped by one of them men. She fell to the grass, face-first with her practically naked arse in the air! "Oww! That had to hurt!" Laughed the man. The other grinned. "Well, you're in the right position now anyway!" He started to laugh as well! My breathing had increased and beads of sweat were forming on my forehead now as my rock hard swollen cock pulsated at the sight of my scantily clad sex-bomb of a neighbour! There she was, face down in the grass being humbled by the well-built skinhead builders. I heard her start to cry and the builders leant down presumably to help her up! But instead they caught her arms, one each and tied them behind her back with the rope! She screamed out but there was nothing she could do. One of the men made a collar from another piece of rope and tightened it around her neck, tying the other end to a wooden steak and driving it into the ground! 

My camcorder caught all the action as the 'hunters had captured their prey!' Stacey really was now at their mercy. I couldn't remember the last time I had seen such an exciting show, other than the evening that she had been drunk and I had put her to bed, or the night she had masturbated in her bathroom. Yes, those had been exciting, but perhaps now Stacey deserved what she was getting from the builders! I sipped my beer with anticipation of what was to come! 

I couldn't help but yank hard on my cock! "Yes!" I murmured. "That's it boys!" This was now getting seriously kinky. My sweet neighbour was about to be raped by two mean builders and I was watching in anticipation and with growing excitement. Stacey's face was smudged with dirt except for a few clear lines made with her tears. She bit her bottom lip and knew what was coming!" "Please don't!" She pleaded rather pathetically. "Oh fuck... really? Now I'm really turned on!" He laughed as he undid the button on his jeans letting his trousers fall down. He paused and Stacey glanced around to see his cock which was massive and thick and rock hard. His muscles were well developed from lifting with his legs, and his arse looked rock hard and firm from working on building sites. I knew this was now the point of no return for Stacey and her builder 'friends' aswell as for me. 

The younger builder took out his camera phone and started to film as his friend began to feel Stacey, letting his hand run up and down the back of her thigh and arse. He laughed as he suddenly poked two fingers into her arsehole and wrapped his fingers around her thong and pulled on it snapping the whole thing away! "I love unwrapping presents!" He said grinning and parted the cheeks of her bum! I watched as he spat onto Stacey's gorgeous arse and then forced his cock against her, must to her distress. Then he held her hips firmly and pushed hard into her. I watched with my cock now dripping precum and harder than it had ever been as the builder's big cock sank deep inside the arsehole of my gorgeous sexy neighbour. And it went all the way in, all 9 inches. I wanked even harder as I watched Stacey grit her teeth and squeal with pain. "That's it bitch, nice and easy!" Moaned the builder as he began to thrust his huge dick in and out!

"Yeah, yeah, she likes that!" I Thomas as watching intently, at the same time wanking hard. Tears streamed down Stacey's face. But I felt no pity for her now, I was getting off at the sight of her, my young slutty neighbour, all tied up and being ridden from behind. The builder ran his hands down her tanned back and let them slip under her as he began groping her tits. He closed his eyes and he savoured her womanly flesh. I now couldn't stop jerking at the sight of this.

The other builder was getting impatient waiting for his turn and dropped his trousers and boxers. He moved to the front and grabbed Stacey by the hair. "You're going to suck my cock!" He snarled. "It's good hard meat for you today and you're going to do a good job or I'll slap your fuckin face in!" He sounded angry and Stacey obediently nodded her head. She was now too afraid to say no and just parted her pouting lips and let him side his thickness inside her mouth. He groaned as he felt Stacey's lips lock around his 7 inch cock. He was enjoying the warm wetness and could feel her tongue moving around caressing his dick. 

The two builders were in ecstasy as they fucked my sexy slutty neighbour from both ends. I loved ever second of it too! Stacey looked traumatised as she rocked back and forth accommodating her rapist's pleasures! She knew she didn't have any choice, as the men broke her in for themselves degrading her and treating her like a cheap piece of meat! I suddenly felt my body tense and squeezed my shaft hard to prevent the flow but it was too late and I started to cum as the man at the front of Stacey squeezed her tits and the other slapped her arse cheeks as he rode her. Cum spurted out from the head of my cock at the sight of my neighbour being abused and much to my surprise the sight was so exciting my cock didn't soften. So I continued to wank it. The man at the back was the first to cum clenching his arse he pumped his cock juice deep into Stacey's tight arse.

A wave of contentment swept over his seedy face and then the other builder grabbed her face tightly as his cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed most of it but some escaped from her mouth and dribbled down her chin. He looked down at her grinning. Tears streamed once more from her beautiful green eyes, and suddenly I, having witnessed the whole event started to cum again shooting another load into my bedroom curtains, the camcorder catching every cruel moment of her rape! Back in the pub I leant on the bar swigging a beer followed quickly by a whisky. I quickly glanced at my watch knowing my wife was due home at 7. It was only 6.15.

"Pete?" My wife, Carol called as she entered the house. "Are you in?" There was no reply as I finished my beer in the bar and left for the short walk home. My wife started to walk up the staircase pushed open the bedroom door to our spare bedroom. "What? What's that doing there?" She looked at the camcorder which was set up looking out of the window. She looked through the viewfinder and saw it was aimed into our next door neighbour's garden. There was a wooden stake in the middle of the garden casting a shadow on the grass as the sun went down lower in the sky. "Strange!" Carol said to herself. She went to move the camera away from the window and accidentally hit the eject button. A tape popped out and fell to the floor. "Even stranger!" She grabbed it and went downstairs to the video player and flicked on the TV. She hadn't noticed the cum stains on the curtain.

In a dimly lit room my wife watched as the tape started to play...! 

....

Carol looked up at the scaffolding on the house opposite and smiled as she saw two builders doing some work. She slowly spread her towel on our front lawn and stepped out of her sarong to stand in a tiny red bikini that barely covered her large soft breasts. Lying face down on the towel Carol felt her pussy and nipples tingle as she hoped with all her heart that the builders might have seen her! She seemed to get nothing from me these days... so!