Living With Crazy n@ûghty Neighbors
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Chapter 8
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I took off her hand and number up. How can you come in without knocking? “I asked as I put my di-ck inside my short”.
It has alre-ady soften.
The door was alre-ady opened, so I feel that there’s no nee-d to knock.
Don’t be shy, I’ve alre-ady seen and t©uçhed it now. Small b©dy with mighty thing “She said smiling”
What do you c@m£ to do by this time? “I asked”.
You want to chase me out? I brou-ght food for you, along with things your uncle bought for you. “She said”.
Wow so nice of him, what’s that? . “I asked walking to the side she dropped the bags”.
You can open it and see it yourself. “She said lying on the be-d on her back”.
I opened the back and unload everything.
Why do you prefer doing it yourself? “She asked”. Doing what myself? “I said looking at her direction”. What I caught you doing the time I c@m£ in. “She replied”.
Its just c@m£ over me, I don’t normally do it. “I said”. You prefer harming yourself than finding a girl? “She asked”.
I don’t have girl. “I said”.
If I say lemme help you out now you will start giving unneccessary excuses. “She said”.
The excuses am giving it not unnecessary , he’s my uncle, I can’t do it to him. “I said”.
Hmmmm as a good guy you are? “She asked”.
Am I bad? Not as a good guy like that but as someone that has s-en-se and conscience. “I said”.
After chatting for a long time, I esc-rted her our and c@m£ back.
I relaxed on my be-d waiting for tonight p@rty. I waited and waited but she didn’t show up. It was 11.35pm, I sat up and walker to her room, knocked but she didn’t answer”. Maybe she went somewhere. I went back to my room disappointed 😞 😞
I didn’t know what to expect the next day, but when I arrived Susan was not home. She left a note on the counter letting me know to start as I plea-sed, and that she would be back that afternoon. I took the time to t©uçh up the kitchen, noticing that the new lighting showed a few places I missed the day before.
I had alre-ady started working on the front hallway when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Amy, still groggy and looking like she just woke up.
While Susan had mas-sive br**sts and inspiring curves, Amy was trim and athletic, with as a** that commanded my attention when she walked withy a Se-xy hairstyle, but to be honest anything she did was pretty much Se-xy . In her tank t©p and running shorts, it was ha-rd not to stare at her.
“Hey, Henry,” she said half asleep. She st©pped, looking over the hallway. “Good morning”.
“Morning,” I said, trying to avoid ma-king eye contact. Amy still made me nervous; she was in a different league than I was.
“Well, I hope it’s not weird, for you. You know, working at my house everyday.”
“No, it’s not weird,” I said. I paused, “is it weird for you?”�”A little,” she said, then quic-kly added, “not you, I mean. Sorry, that sounded wrong. It’s just weird having my mom tenant over here working everyday. It’s not like we’re hanging out, watching movies or something. It’s kind of employer-employee, it’s strange.”
I nee-ded to salvage this situation. This was the longest conversation I had had with Amy since I c@m£, and it was turning into a business transaction. “Technically I’m working for your mom, so we’re cool, you and I,” I added lamely.
“At least we’ll finally get to get to know each other better. I haven’t seen you much since you c@m£,” she said.
I grinned. Amy was being very nice, although she always was very nice. Looking at her now, I realized the barriers to talking to her were probably of my own design and construction.
“Well, I’ve got to paint this hallway today,” I said, “but if you’re free tonight, do you want to catch a movie?”
“Is this a d@t£, or as neighbors?” she asked.
I blurted out “neighbors,” a little too quic-kly, ma-king her laugh.
“All right,” she said. “It’s a d@t£, or…. whatever you want to call it.” She paused, stretching, revea-ling a few inches of her toned stomach..
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Living With Crazy n@ûghty Neighbors
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Chapter 9
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“All right,” she said. “It’s a d@t£, or whatever you want to call it.” She paused, stretching, revea-ling a few inches of her toned stomach. “I’m going to gr-ab some breakfast, do you want anything?”
“No, I better start before your mom gets back. I don’t want to look like a slacker.”
“Alright,” she said, and trotted off to the kitchen. She returned a few minutes later with a bowl of cereal and sat cross-legged in the hall, out of my way, while I painted.
She ate and we talked, and she stayed afterward, chatting as I worked. She offered to help a few times but, to be honest, I had my technique down and any ‘help’ would just slow me down. We talked while I painted, and I was surprised by how much we had in common.
We heard her mother come in. Amy’s mood instantly changed. She looked at me, then her mother, in an odd way. She was nice to her mom but definitely not what I would call warm. As her mother made idle chitchat with me, Amy scurried off, giving us one last glance before she bounded up the stairs.
“It’s nice that you’re talking with Amy,” Susan said. “And I see it didn’t slow you down at all.” She stepped closer to me. I was on the ladder, and once again I could see right down her shi-t. Her brea-sts were threatening to push out of her tank t©p, and I wondered if her choice in shi-ts was for my benefit.
She had lunch re-ady for me in a few minutes, and Amy c@m£ downstairs to join us. She had a t-shi-t and some different running shorts on that were even shorter than the last pair. The two women eyed each other and the conversation seemed strained.
I finished and returned to the hall, where Amy sat with me. I was sitting now, doing the bo-ttomof the wall with the edger. Amy sat with her knees up, talking about which movie to see. She seemed much happier when her mom wasn’t around and I felt sorry for her; it must not be easy with just one parent around, just the two of them to focus all their energy and attention on.
As we continued to chat I started to sneak covert glances at her legs, which were very toned. As I secretly followed the line of her th!gh downward, I had to struggle not to react when I saw up her shorts. She wore nothing un-derneath, and there I sat, looking at her bushy v@g!n@ . It wasn’t excessively hairy. We sat there, talking while I painted, her entire glory on displ@yto me.
My d*ik was throbbing with each heartbeat. I tried to maintain eye contact, but even her beautiful blue eyes weren’t enough to keep my br@in wandering back.
“Well,” she finally said, getting up, “I’m going to go run for a while.” Her mother had just entered the room and I wondered if Amy was aware of what I could see. “I’ll see you tonight,” she said, and left.
“Tonight?” Susan said after Amy had left.
“Oh, we’re going to the movies,” I said casually, resuming my painting.
“A d@t£?” Susan asked, her eyebrow raised.
“No, just neighbors,” I said.
“I see,” Susan said cryptically. She left after a few moments but returned as I was finishing up.
“It looks good,” she said. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to take a nap in the living room.
” She saw my expression and grinned, adding, “with my shi-t on this time.”
“Do you usually take a nap t©pless?” I asked casually. I figured that after yesterday, we could talk about it like adults.
“Usually, unless I have my neighbor over to paint,” she added. “To be honest, I don’t like to wear a lot of clothing. She paused, tou-ching an area of dried paint before asking
“speaking of which, did you really rush past without looking yesterday? Be honest, I won’t get mad.”
“Um, well, to tell the truth, I may have taken a quic-k look. But I wasn’t trying to be creepy, and I did announce myself twice first.”
“I’m not upset. It’s normal, male curiosity. So then let me ask you another question that you can feel free to answer honestly. What did you think?”
“Think?” I asked, a little slow to pick up what she meant.
“About my brea-sts,” she said slowly, to make sure I un-derstood. “I’d like your opinion of them.”
I paused, and she looked at me expectantly, adding, ” I nee-d your honest appraisal. I can handle it.” Her eyes twi-nkled like Amy’s.
“I don’t know,” I said. “My memory’s fuzzy.”
I meant it as a joke, and for a fraction of a second she did nothing, and I was terrified I had offended her. I was about to apologize for my comment when the unexpected happened. Without a word she reached up and tugged her tank t©p down. It had spaghetti stra-ps and c@m£ right down and bunched up on her w@!st.
There, not two feet away from me, were her br**sts. I stared and she stared right back at me, waiting for my reaction.
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Chapter 10
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“There you go, to jog your memory,” she said casually, her hands on her h!ps. I said nothing for a moment, keenly aware that I had to say something.
“Um,” I said, buying myself a few seconds. “Whoa.”
“Can you be a little more articulate, or should I pu-ll my shi-t back on to give you some time?”
“No, wait,” I blurted out, causing her to laugh. “Okay, okay. Um, they’re amazing. Definitely amazing?”
“The nicest you’ve seen?” she prompted.
“The only ones I’ve seen. At least not on the internet. But, yes, the nicest I’ve seen, real or online.”
She smiled. I kept expecting her to pu-ll her up t©p but she didn’t. “Well now that you’ve seen them, I don’t really care if you see them again. Would you like that, for me to go around here t©pless when Amy’s not around?”
I nodded feebly, completely entranced by her brea-sts, and her offer.
Was she serious? How could I possibly paint with those things on displa-y?
As if re-ading my mind, she said, “I’m going to run upstairs and let you finish up.” She then walked down the hall and out of sight. My p*nis throbbe-d painfully from all of the stimulation that day, but I managed to finish my work and pack up my things. As I was about to leave Susan c@m£ back downstairs, her tank t©p still pu-ll-ed down.
“Have fun tonight,” she said with a grin. I was about to say goodbye when she took me by the hand and gave me a pe-ck on the cheek. “Thanks for ma-king my day,” she said. As I headed out the door, she pu-ll-ed her t©p back up, adjusting it as if nothing had happened.
I had just enough time to shower and get dressed before I meet Amy. Amy was walking across my lawn when I exited the house.
“I thought I’d meet you halfway,” she said. She had the same shorts and t-shi-t on, and my mind immediately returned to the memory of seeing up those shorts earlier. Had she put anything on un-derneath? She kept glancing over her shoulder toward her house as we walked to her car.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah,” she said distractedly. “My mom won’t let up about me going to the movies with you.”
“I thought she was okay with it,” I said, a little nervous.
“She is. She’s just pestering me,” Amy explained. “It’s not you she has a problem with, it’s me. She’s just so, so nosy,” she finished.
We had picked an adventure movie about the end of the world and sat in the very back. The ads were still cycling before the previews, and Amy turned to face me.
“Okay, Henry, I nee-d you to be honest with me.”
I panicked inside, worried she knew about her mother, but she added “is this a d@t£?”
I ran throu-gh the possible answers but decided on the truth. “I think I’d like it to be.”
“Good,” she said simply, and raised the armrest between us, scooting closer to me so our th!ghs were tou-ching. “Because I was worried you were only interested in me as a neighbor. In fact, I was hoping your feelings were a lot more than neighborly.”
I couldn’t believe my ears, and then she took one more step and shocked me further. She ki**ed me on thel-ips, softly. But when I ki**ed her back her ton-gue darted into my mouth and before I knew if the movie was alre-ady in full swing. We paused, looking at each other. The theater was almost empty and no one was around us. We were at the back.
“I’m not that interested in the movie anyway,” she said, and we started k!ss!ngagain. My hand found her knee, and she put her hand on mine and slid it halfway up her th!gh.
We continued to ki*s and I slowly, slowly made my way closer to her running shorts, hoping that she had not bothered to change at all since I last saw her. She made soft p@n-ting noises whenever ourl-ips broke ap@rt. As my hand traveled further up her th!gh I wondered how close I could get. I felt the first contact with
the fabric of her shorts and realized I was an inch way from her pu-ssy. She ki**ed me ha-rder, and bucked her h!ps forward, and my f!ngersmade contact with her soft pvb!c hair.
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