Living with crazy n@ûghty Neighbors
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Chapter 16
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I opened the door only to see my female Neighbor.
Where have you been? “I asked standing on the door”. Won’t you let me in? “She asked grinning at me”.
I just went out without telling me where you are.
Am not with your mobile number. How would I reach you. “She said”.
You would have told me before going. “I replied”.
Tell you when you were with your girlfriend. “She said”.
A girl? Hmmmmm. But she’s my uncle’s wife not my girlfriend.
So where have you been.? “I asked”.
I got a call that my brother got involve in an accident. That’s were I am. “She said sitting on my be-d”.
You were staying in hospital for that long? “I asked sitting close to her”.
Nop, I was taking care of him at his ap@rtment after he got emergency treatment. He’s getting fine now, that’s why am back. “She said”.
Sorry, what a sad story. Anyway shaa, welcome back. “I said”.
Thanks, so how have you been? I know you didn’t miss me. “She said smiling at me”.
Who told you that? I was worried about you, I missed you. “I said”.
“Sure”? She asked raising her eye b!ow.
“Yes”. I said.
Ok o Lemme go to my room and do some cleanup. I wonder how it will look like. “She said”.
Can’t you stay here? Your room will be dusty and…. Stay here, you can do that tomorrow. “I said”.
Hmmm, it’s alright. “She said”.
Any problem? “I asked”.
Nothing, lemme arranged the be-d. “She said”.
Ok am coming lemme go and buy something. “I said sitting up”.
Go and buy what? Hope it’s not what thinking cus am on my period. “She said”.
I looked at her with a frown face and she smiled back. After she’s done, we l@ydown and she draw close and place her head on my che-st and sle-pt off. The rest of the night wasn’t fun at all. slee-ping with a pretty girl all night with ha-rd -on without tou-ching her.
It was the next day, and I had ba-rely gotten the paint cans from the garage when Susan accosted me. She was alre-ady n-ked, having str!pped the second Amy left. She was pressed against me in the living room.
“Henry, just make me come a few times and I’ll let you get to work,” she said.
“But Amy,” I said, trying to resist the effect of Susan’s b©dy grinding against me.
“Amy doesn’t know,” she said in a teasing voice, “and all I’m asking you to do is f!nger me.”
“I can’t,” I blurted out. She took a step forward and we fell backward on the couch. She was on t©p of me, k!ss!ngme, and I knew I was going to lose any moral battle within minutes.
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Chapter 17
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“I can’t,” I blurted out. She took a step forward and we fell backward on the couch. She was on t©p of me, ki**ing me, and I knew I was going to lose any moral battle within minutes. “plea-se,” I said, and she st©pped.
Susan sat up next to me, and I propped myself up. She paused, looking at me pensively. “You really care about her, don’t you?”
I nodded, and she looked at me without saying a word. “Then I want to apologize for coming on to you. I can’t compete with an eighteen-year-old for your attention.”
“It’s not like that,” I said. Man, these women had a real competitive streak with each other.
“I care about Amy and I don’t want to hurt her. It’s not, well, it’s not you.” I said.
“I shouldn’t be walking around here n-ked,” she said. “It’s just that, well I hadn’t been with a man since Amy’s father died. And before that, well let’s just say I never went long without being satisfied”.
But when Warren, Amy’s father, pas-sed away, I thought I would be done with se-x forever. But I nee-d it, it’s been too long,” she said. I stood up, and she looked at me expectantly, and I said, “stick your as in the air and I’ll get you off one last time, but this is it.”
She grinned, and got on her knees, sticking her a** in the air and wiggling it slowly. I began f!ngering her, her pu-ssy as it accepted my f!ngersre-adily.
“Oh, oh!” she cried out, coming ha-rd , her b©dy shuddering as I f!ngered her pu-ssy and ru-bbe-d her cl-it. I kept going, keeping the rhythm throu-gh her Orgasm, until she c@m£ . Now she was crying out loudly, m0@n ing, as I ru-bbe-d her fas-ter and fas-ter.
Susan c@m£ a second time and fell forward on the couch. Her pu-ssy was red and swollen, her l*bia p@rtially open from arousal. She looked up at me with pleading eyes, “let me svçkyour di-ck, just this once.”
I hesitated, but she asked again, “wh!pit out and let me svçkit.
I want your c-um on my face, on my tits.”
I buckled, and she sat up and unZi-pped my shorts. They fell to the floor, and she took me into her mouth without ceremony. I fought off any guilty feelings about Amy as her mother su-cked me. She cu-mpped her own br**sts and she su-cked, her m0@n ing driving me wild.
Her hair fli-pped back and forth as she su-cked me in an almost violent fashion.
“I’m gonna come,” I said suddenly, and she took me out of her mouth and stro-ked furiously. I erupted with a powerful Orgasm, s£nding jets of h0t semen across her face and br**sts.
I kept coming on her face until I was completely spent. I was still ha-rd , though, but quic-kly moved away and pu-ll-ed up my shorts before she got any ideas.
She l@yback on the couch, splattered with semen, content and drowsy.
“You’d better get to work,” she said lazily
“You’d better clean up,” I said, eyeing her ¢v-m-covered b©dy. She laughed, getting up and walking slowly up the stairs.
Amy arrived an hour later, but even before that I felt guilty. I had made up my mind to tell her the truth. It meant losing my girlfriend and my first job in one sh0t.
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Chapter 18
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I was planning on painting her room next, and she had asked to help me with it.
We were alre-ady taking down pictures and moving furniture from the walls to prep for painting, and Amy could see something was wrong.
“What’s on your mind, Henry?” she asked. “Wondering if I’m going to sneak across to your room again?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said abs£ntmindedly. “Well, no. I mean, yes, but…”
She put a f!nger to myl-ips and ki**ed me. “What’s up? You are a world away.”
I took a de-ep breath, put my hands on her shoulders, and said, “you’d better sit down.”
And so I told her. I told her about her mom asleep t©pless, and then about her mom coming on to me, and then me f!ngering her, and finally the b!owjob. I skipped over her mother’s tales of depravity, hoping to spare her a little but of insult.
Amy said nothing, just sat on her be-d and listened intently until I finished. I was exhausted by my confession, and when I was done she motioned for me to sit down next to her. She leaned in close, and to my surprise, ki**ed me.
“I know, dummy,” she said. I was shocked, and she giggled quietly and ki**ed me again. “I’ve known the whole time.”
“What?” I said.
“I’m sorry for surprising you, ma-king you sweat it out. Although,” she added with a grin, “I was glad to hear you protesting, that you cared enough about me to try and fend her off.”
“You heard?” I said.
“Yup. From up here. All those days I left to run errands? I parked down the street and raced back here. You can get to my window from the ground floor, it’s just a matter of climbing that tree.”
“You spied on us?” I asked, still surprised. “Why?”
“Oh, because I knew my mom, and I knew she’d try something. She’s been acting funny lately. She asked my trumpet teacher if he’s single, and then she’s been eyeing you for weeks.
So I thought I’d check up on her, and sure enough she was at it, trying to s£dûç£you. But I don’t blame you,” she said.
“You don’t?”
“No, because I didn’t say anything to st©p you even though I knew what she was up to, but more important than that because I know it must be ha-rd to fight off of woman like that coming at you. I mean, if I had tits like that…” she said, and trailed off.
“Amy, you don’t think you nee-d to compete, do you?”
“Don’t I?” she asked.
“No, of course not!” I said. “You are way better looking than your mom.”
She paused, and blu-shed. “Are you serious?”
“Very,” I said. “But it’s not just that. I really like you, Amy. I felt horrible, what I did today. I couldn’t go on another minute without telling you. I knew you’d dump me over it, but I couldn’t lie to you.”
“Oh, I’m not dumping you,” she said. She laughed at my shocked expression. “Really. I’m not even mad. Like I said, I knew what was happening. I’m just glad you like me better.”
“Of course I do!” I said, still surprised she wasn’t angry. I paused, then added, “Are you sure you’re okay with what happened.”
“Sure,” she said. “I’ve been competing with her for years. She’d always try and come on to any guy who ever talked to me. You can’t imagine what it’s like.”
“Well you don’t nee-d to worry about me,” I said.
“I know,” she said, and ki**ed me.
I was expecting to get dumped that afternoon, and I deserved it. Instead, Amy was okay, and actually glad that she had one-upped her mother. And now, still in Amy’s good graces, she was ki**ing me, pu-lling me closer. I kis*ed her back, unsure of how to reciprocate.
Any doubt I had was erased as Amy reached down and pu-ll-ed off her shi-t. She wore no br@, and I marveled at her br**sts. Though much smaller than her mother, they were pert and perfect.
“You look amazing,” I said.
Bingo. She grinned, and stood up, sli-pping out of her shorts. Like previous days she wore nothing un-derneath, and before I could admire her n-ked form for too long, she knelt down between my legs and started working my belt buckle.
“Amy…” I said
“Shh,” she said back. “Never st©p me when I’m determined to do something.”
She alre-ady had my di-ck in her hand and was stro-king it. I g@sped as she took it into her mouth, taking me all the way in .
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