Living With Crazy n@ûghty Neighbors
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Chapter 11
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She was soaking we-t.
Whatever sequence of events led me to that moment, one thing was perfectly clear to me. Amy was very hor-nyand was more than happy to let me have access to her. As my right hand gently brushed her we-t labia my left went behind her back and pu-ll-ed her close to me. I held her ti-ghtly as I continued to stro-ke her labia, marveling at how sli-ppery she was down there. She p@n-ted and ki**ed me as my f!ngersgently stro-ked her labia, traveling slightly north and ru-bbing her tiny cl!t. She responded instantly, spre-ading her legs wi-der and jutting her h!ps out.
I ru-bbe-d her cl-it slowly, putting firm pressure on it as I made tiny circles on and around it. This was by far the most experience I had ever had with a girl, but I took my cues from what made her breathe ha-rder, and the rest seemed to come by instinct. No one else was on our row or in front of us, but the thought that we could be caught any second seemed to heighten the fun for both of us.
“Don’t st©p,” she whispered, “I’m close.”
I kept the rhythm and pressure the same, and she ki**ed me ha-rder, her whole b©dy tensing up. I could feel her back muscles tense her her legs spre-ad wi-der as she started to buck her h!ps. Amy was coming.
She squirmed and g@sped and thrashed against me but I knew better than to st©p or changing anything. I kept ru-bbing her pu-ssy until she slumped against me. My hand was soa-ked and I could feel the heat radiating from her.
“Where did you learn to do that?” she asked.
“Right here, just now,” I said in a whisper.
“Can you do it again?” she asked.
I answered by resuming ru-bbing her. This time she threw her right leg over my th!ghs and I moved my left hand lower and gr!pp£dher a**. I had dreamed about her as-s for years and here I was, cu-pping it as I ru-bbe-d her out on our first d@t£. It took her much less time to come this time, and I kept ru-bbing her until she c@m£ a third time. She was slumped back in the seat, her eyes glas-sy and her legs spre-ad wi-de. The credits started to roll and she sat up, ki**ing me de-eply.
“I don’t have time to pay you back,” she said sheepishly. “I guess I got a little greedy.”
“It’s okay,” I said, and meant it. “Next time.”
“You’re on,” she said, ki**ing me.
We had milkshakes at an all night diner, just talking about things. Our hobbies, interests. We had a lot in common, including a complete lack of physical experience.
“Can I tell you something totally embarras-sing,” she asked. “That was my first k!ss. And, well, my first time doing that.”
“I can’t imagine what you think of me,” she said. “That was pretty forward.”
“Um, I think you can imaging what I think,” I said with a grin. She laughed, and leaned over to ki** me.
“I think I’m going to enjoy this,” she said Ki**ing me again.
We drove back home an hour later and and headed straight up to my room. I had alre-ady k!$$£d her on her front door before heading to my room.
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Chapter 12
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I got a text from Amy the next morning. She was going to meet me for lunch, but she had some shopping to do first. I headed over to her house anyway, as I had work to do. It was a little strange walking into my girlfriend’s house. It was a little strange to call Amy my girlfriend, but she had introduced me to a friend of hers as her b©yfri£ndat the diner the night before.
When I walked in I half expected to find Susan t©pless, and I was right. There she was, napping on the couch. She was racked out on the couch, a magazine on her l@p. She wore a pleated Sk-irt that was, to my surprise, ri-ding up her th!ghs. Her ba-re as-s was on displa-y. It wasn’t as ti-ght and round as Amy’s, but it was very nice. A few pvb!c hairs and just a hint of her labia stuck out between her th!ghs. I watched, mesmerized, taking in the sight of her almost n-ked b©dy, when she suddenly stretched, waking up.
“Oh, Henry,” she said, as if she’d been expecting me. She looked at me and then looked herself over, realizing her as-s was completely expo-sed. “Well, that’s what I get for slee-ping in a Sk-irt,” she added.
“I didn’t mean to look,” I said.
“Oh, you don’t have to cover,” she said. “It’s natural. I guess you’ve seen a lot of me the last few days.
She told me this morning,” she added. “I’m happy for you two. Although,” she said, sitting up and straightening her Sk-irt, “I might be a little envious. After all, you are a handsome young man. But how could I compete for your attention? But I guess I probably have it now.”
She then stood up, smoothing out her Sk-irt and going about her business without a shi-t on at all. It was definitely having its effect on me, and I found myself constantly fighting an erection in my shorts while I painted.
She put a shi-t on shortly before Amy c@m£ home. Amy gave me a hvg and a k!ss, and I felt guilty that I had been talking to her half-n-ked mother all morning. My s-en-se of morality was all over the map, and I was wondering how I could be okay with all of this.
Lunch was tense. I felt guilt over having seen Amy’s mom t©pless. And I felt a strange tension between mother and daughter. Some kind of competitive coldness between them. It was perhaps the most awkward hour of my life, although I had no idea how insignificant those feelings of awkwardness would seem later.
Amy then had to go for a lesson and left, leaving me alone with Susan.
Susan’s shi-t was off before Amy’s car had left the driveway. “There,” she said, “much more comfortable.” She paused, “unless you feel guilty about Amy?”
Just hearing Amy’s name made me feel guilty. She could re-ad it on my face, because she added, “Oh, don’t be. It’s nothing more than nudity. In some cultures, I could just step outside and swim in the nûd£. It doesn’t mean anything beyond that.” Susan then unfastened the bu-tton on her Sk-irt and let it fall to the ground. Like Amy she had a neatly-trimmed patch of blonde pvb!c hair, a perfect triangle. I stood there, stunned.
“You should keep painting,” she said, as if nothing happened. I resumed my work while she walked around the house n-ked. My work suffered, as I had to ret©uçh several areas where I had missed because she walked by. A few hours later she brou-ght me an iced tea, and leaned on the wall where I had yet to start painting.
“This is certainly liberating for me, but I bet not so much for you,” she said. “You must be ha-rd as a rock.”
I blinked in shock, but she just laughed it off. “I know how it works, you know. I can tell your b©dy is definitely noticing. It’s flattering, so don’t worry about it.
I said nothing, just drank my iced tea while she talked. It helped hide my nerves.
“In fact, I haven’t been with a man in just as long,” she said, taking a step toward me. Suddenly she took the drink from my hand and set it on the stepladder. I took a step back but she kept on me. She put her hands on my shoulders and gently led me backward to the living room. I was paralyzed with fear, or excitement, or both.
“I would give just about anything to get fv¢ked right now,” she whispered, and pressed herself against me. Her hands cu-mpped my as-s and she pressed her brea-sts ha-rd against my che-st. She reached up to k!ssme and I tried to move back but she was plastered to me.
“Henry,” she said with a whisper, “I see how you look at me, don’t tell me you don’t want to.”
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Chapter 13
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“Henry,” she said with a whisper, “Amy doesn’t nee-d to know. I see how you look at me, don’t tell me you don’t want to.”
“I…I don’t,” I said, trying to find the words. I knew that my resolve was ebbing by the second. If I hesitated any longer I’d give in. But she wouldn’t relent, so what could I do?
I decided the best thing to do was to try and head her off. I took her by the shoulders and spun her around.
She grinned as I gently shoved her over the edge of the couch. Her che-st l@yon the couch, with her a** sticking up in the air. I could see her pu-ssy was we-t and swollen, waiting for me.
“fv¢k me,” she p@n-ted, her face half-buried in the couch.
I wanted to. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t do that to Amy. Even if she never found out. While I lvsted for her and her mother, my feelings were for Amy only.
So I decided then and there to help Susan Shannon as best as I could. I started ru-bbing her cl!t, her pu-ssy alre-ady soaking we-t. She responded, sticking her a*s higher in the air. From behind I gently slid two f!ngersinto her warm pu-ssy. It was we-t, warm, and smooth, like nothing I had ever felt. I slowly slid my f!ngersin and out of her as I vigorously ru-bbe-d her cl!t. She p@n-ted, bucking her h!ps to match my rhythm.
I was f!ngering my girlfriend’s mom.
Susan m0@n ed and p@n-ted and I felt her pu-ssy contract as she c@m£. I sped up the motion of both hands, my f!ngersma-king sloshing noises in and across her we-t pu-ssy. I kept at it until she started to come again right on the tail of her first Orgasm. I kept ru-bbing and f!ngering her, eventually sli-pping a third f!nger inside her.
A trail of we-t fluid ran down her th!gh, and I could feel her v@g!n@ clamp ha-rd against my f!ngerswith each Orgasm.
“Don’t st©p!” she exclaimed as she c@m£ again. She was p@n-ting, her whole b©dy shaking as she cli-maxed. I kept at it throu-gh a fourth Orgasm, after which she pu-ll-ed away. Her pu-ssy was wi-de and swollen, dripping with her jui-ces as she l@yforward on the couch.
There was a large we-t sp©t on the leather of the couch where she had ground against it. I marveled at my handiwork; apparently both Shannon women liked getting ru-bbe-d off. She rolled over, p@n-ting, her legs spre-ad and her face flush.
“Whoa,” was all she said for a moment, then she added after a de-ep breath, “any chance I can get you to fv¢k me right now?”
“I can’t, really I can’t. I alre-ady shouldn’t have done what I did,” I said in pleading voice that meant ‘don’t ask me again because I’m at the end of my resolve.’ She nodded, gently running her hands across her b©dy.
“Well, any chance I can get you to do that again?” she asked. I opened my mouth to say something but she st©pped me. “You better head home. If you stay any longer I’ll start begging you. I think if you can just do what you did when I nee-d it, then I can behave myself.” She grinned, and stood up and pe-cked me on the cheek.
“Amy is a lucky girl,” she said, as I walked out the door.
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Chapter 14
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“Amy is a lucky girl,” she said, as I walked out the door.
I sat in my room, terrified. I had definitely done something very wrong, and yet very exciting. But my feelings of guilt won out over the excitement. The memory of her nûd£ b©dy shuddering throu-gh cli-max after cli-max had my d!¢k throbbing. I was too preoccu-pied to eat dinner, and I realized it was suddenly dark when I heard a tap on my window.
Startled, I headed to the balcony. My room had a balcony that faced Amy’s room. Between us was a mas-sive oak tree. There, leaning over her balcony, was Amy, a few small twigs in her hand.
“Hey,” she whispered. “I thought you’d be here when I got home. What’s up?”
“Just hanging out,” I said nonchalantly.
“Can I come over?” she asked.
I nodded, and expected her to disappear and head downstairs. I looked at the clock and realized it was midnight.
Instead of heading downstairs she suddenly climbe-d out of her window and onto a thick br@nch of the tree. I looked alarmed but she just grinned. She deftly crossed two more br@nches and then dropped quietly onto my balcony.
“Well, that was convenient,” she said with a grin as she sli-pped into my be-droom.
“So tomorrow my mom wants to have you over for dinner,” she said. I couldn’t re-ad her expression but I was nervous I’d give something away at the mention of her mom’s name. I suddenly felt incredibly guilty for what I had done.
“Amy,” I said, but she put a f!nger to myl-ips. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say, but I had to say something. “Listen, Amy, I nee-d to tell you something.”
“Me first,” she said. She had a seriousness in her eyes that I had never seen before.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about last night, what happened. I didn’t think things would go that far. I’m not like that, you know? I had never had those kinds of urges before. I don’t know, something kind of, kind of unlocked inside me.”
She paused, her hand holding mine, and she smiled nervously before continuing, “I guess I am trying to say I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of slutty girl.”
“I don’t think that,” I said, gently squee-zing her hand.
“Because I really like you,” she said. “I mean, I have never thought about letting someone do what I had you do. I would never have flashed you yesterday morning.”
“You knew?” I asked in surprise.
“Of course,” she said with a quiet laugh. I didn’t forget to wear anything un-der my shorts, it was intentional to see if you’d notice. Saying it out loud, I can’t believe I did that.”
“I don’t think you’re slutty,” I said. “I can’t believe I bring that out in you. To be honest, it’s kind of cool. And I really like you, Amy. I mean, after last night I was wondering where we stood, and I was so relieved when you introduced me as your b©yfri£nd.”
“I thought that was a nice way to re-move any ambiguity,” she said with a grin. I used to fantasize that you’d call me up on a d@t£.”
“I used to fantasize that I’d be able to see a glimpse of you changing throu-gh my window,” I said.
She laughed quietly, then said. “If I had known you were trying to see, I’d have left the curtains open,” she said. “Maybe from now on I will.”
“But I want to tell you something,” I said, suddenly feeling an urge to confess.
“Tell me later,” she said, leaning in for a k!ss. “All this talk about how hor-nyyou make me is ma-king me hor-ny.” She laughed, and so did I.
My de-sire to tell her about her mom was slowly losing out to my de-sire for her. She k!$$£d me, her ton-gue darting into my mouth, as she pressed herself close to me and we fell back on the be-d. Any attempts to tell her what was happening with her mom were gone now, as I ran my hand up un-der her shi-t and over her ba-re br*#st.
“Oh, god,” she whispered, pressing herself against me. We k!$$£d for a while, and then she sat up, deftly running a hand un-der the w@!stband of my shorts.
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Chapter 15
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“I owe you from last night,” she said in a heavy voice, and freed my throbbing erection and started to stro-ke it. I g@sped, enjoying the feel of her hand on me. As she stro-ked me I ran my hand up her th!gh, up her shorts, and un-derneath. Once again I was met immediately by her damp pvb!c hair.
“Hey,” she said in mock protest, “I’m trying to pay you back.”
“It’s more fun if we do it at the same time,” I replied.
She grinned, and spre-ad her legs a little as I started to ru-b her. I looked into her eyes as she leaned over me slightly, stro-king me while I ru-bbe-d her cl!t. Her shorts had a growing we-t sp©t, and I dr!pp£dpre-¢v-m all over her hand. She stro-ked me with both hands while I ru-bbe-d her we-t pvzzy. I wanted to in-sert my free hand inside her but I couldn’t from this position.
Amy stro-ked me fas-ter as my pe-nisleaked more pre-¢v-m. I was getting close to coming, and I tried to keep my focus on her v@g!n@ but soon found myself losing my rhythm. I g@sped, thrû-sting my h!ps upward as I c@m£, my pe-nisspraying jets of ¢v-m in the air. She giggled quietly and leaned back from the onslaught of semen. She kept stro-king, the smaller spurts of ¢v-m covering her hands. As my Orgasm subsided she let go and I resumed f!ngering her cl!t. She too was close, and was now grinding on the be-d as I ru-bbe-d her closer and closer to Orgasm.
“Oh, Henry,” she p@n-ted, and started to buck her h!ps. I ru-bbe-d her fas-ter as she c@m£, her b©dy tensing up and shuddering. When it ended she leaned forward and k!$$£d me.
“Is it normal to still be ha-rd ? Did I do it right?” she asked, tou-ching my still swollen pe-nis.
“No it isn’t normal, but yes you did it right,” I said with a grin.
“Does it still work? I mean, right now?”
“It takes longer for me to come, but yes,” I said, feeling very satisfied both with my Orgasm and her impression of my erection.
“Well, then…” she said, and straddled me in a sixty-nine position. She immediately ran her ton-gue along the shaft and over the head of my ¢v-m-streaked pe-nis. I inhaled sharply as she li-cked me up and down. Her v@g!n@ was inches from my face, and I gently pu-ll-ed her shorts aside and ran my ton-gue up and down her labia.
It was ha-rd with her shorts in the way, but running shorts are baggy and I had enough room. She now took me into her mouth and stro-ked me with one hand, su-cking my pe-nisas I ton-gued her v@g!n@ . It was so inti-mate, being so close to her like this. I gently probe-d the entrance of her v@g!n@ with my f!nger, sliding it in slowly. I didn’t know how much resistance I’d encounter, but she was so we-t and it slid in without effort.
After we were done She smiled, k!ss!ngme and snuggling close.
We sat there for some time, talking quietly. I turned off the lights and she held me close.
“I can’t believe how intense that was,” she said. “That thing you did with your ton-gue and f!nger, I’m still tingling from it.”
“I can’t believe how h0t my girlfriend is,” I said.
“Really?” she said in a skeptical tone.
“No, really,” I said. “I can’t believe that would be a surprise to you. You have to know how beautiful you are.”
“It’s nice to hear you say it, that’s for sure,” she admitted. “You’d be surprised how much growing up with a mom like mine can erode your self esteem. The way everyone looks at her, like she’s some kind of living barbie doll. It’s not easy competing with that”. She said.
“You don’t nee-d to compete with your mom,” I said. I was glad that the room was dark. I meant it, but I was worried she’d pick up on my guilt.
“You don’t think my mom is pretty?” she asked.
“I didn’t say that. But I am saying you’re prettier.”
“Henry Crommings, you are something else, you know that?” She sat up, k!ss!ngme once.
Just then someone knocked on my door.
“Who would be that?? Could it be my mom? I better go home now. Come and help me out.” She said sitting up.
I helped her out the window, watching as she snuck back into her room.
I arranged my cloth, spray perfume and walked to the door.
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