Good Neighbors
Keywords: Neighbors, Good,
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He is perfect, the most perfect man in the world. I cannot imagine ever feeling this way for anybody else. He has all of me, and I like it that way.
I listen to songs written by countless different people, but somehow they are all about him. I see scraps of his face everywhere, in men and women, and that familiar aching between my legs sets in. I can't sleep at night because I begin a fantasy in my head in which he is there, and then it consumes me. I lay in bed, dreaming up possibilities. I fiddle with my phone, wondering if there is a fault or I somehow have a full inbox and he can't get in touch although he tries.
Some days I am simply appalled at myself. This is what I've become. A walking, breathing shrine to him. I keep him present in my life by thinking about him constantly; if I didn't think about him, he wouldn't be there, and I could not stand this.
I dream of the perfect ending...could there be a more perfect, divine life than the one where he arrives on my doorstep, tells me he loves me, and begs to be at my side? It might never happen, but I hold out a while longer. It is, after all, the only life I want.
In December we fuck every day for two weeks. I am so happy I feel my heart will burst. He practically lives at my house, and leaves only to run errands and let me sleep a few hours alone.
One random Friday he tells me he wants us to start fresh. He wants to be more than friends, to take it slow. He is sorry, he says. I forgive you, instantly, is my reply.
I am washing dishes at the sink when he comes behind me and runs his hands over my breasts. Today I have bought new lingerie and the old, private bits stay hidden at the back of my drawer. He will only ever see me in beautiful underwear.
He plays with my nipples through the soft, clingy fabric of my top. Desire runs through me but I continue scrubbing, so he kisses my neck delicately. I feel light-headed, and turn to face him. We kiss, hard, with his palms pushing me against the work surface. He yanks my skirt up and goes down on me. I feel exposed, and hope nobody is watching through neighbours' windows. But the longer his tongue teases my clit and probes my damp skin the less I care, and I am pushing his head into me. My legs quiver. I cannot orgasm standing up. I will surely fall over.
He carries me to the stairs and bends me over, smacking my ass hard with the heel of his hand. It smarts; I become wetter. He tells me he loves to watch my pussy when it is swollen and slick and he hammers me, gripping my ass, against the stairs. The carpet grates against my knees; I am so hot, I want this never to end, I want to be fucked hard and have this longing in my pussy until I can take it no more.
I tell him. He hoists me up again and carries me to the bedroom, dropping me down onto the bed. I am naked from the waist down but I want him to kiss all of me, so I quickly remove the rest. I languish on the soft duvet, rubbing my legs together as he undresses. He reaches into the drawer of the bedside table and takes it out. It is pink, and eight inches long. I laugh uncontrollably, kicking my heels up.
'That is supposed to be private,' I tell him, as he raises an eyebrow. He flicks it on; it is noiseless.
Achingly slowly he eases it into me and I gasp, gripping sheets between my fingers. He lays adjacent to me, sliding the toy in and out, watching me. I don't feel embarrassed around him; my face creases up, I pant heavily, my hands grip him now. He makes no sound, just stares at my face. I am too turned on to feel exposed.
'I want you to fuck me wherever you want,' I hear myself say, 'do whatever you want to me.'
He simply kisses me. I cannot concentrate and kiss him back properly; the vibrating between my legs is making my body buck and arch. He loves it, trying to hold me down. Control my orgasm. He can't, and it rips out of me. My face falls against his chest and I gasp and cry into him; he holds me, absorbing it patiently.
Then as I lay back, shaky and spaced-out again, he kneels above me and strokes his cock. Good, I think, I have no energy to be fucked. I can close my eyes while he is done. He likes the sight of me, he says, I look so completely fucked and delicious.
He shoots his load all over my breasts. It is so hot and messy. I don't care. He rubs the tip of his cock against my nipples as the final waves hit him. He says a few filthy things, and then comes to lie beside me. He doesn't clean me down. I think he likes to see me like this.
We sleep for a while and then wake at the same time, horny again. This time he fucks my ass again; he says it feels tighter, and pushes the vibrator into my pussy as he does it. I am unable to speak. I am filled up completely, waves of pleasure drowning me and my legs buckle but he holds me up.
My vision spins. I am in the middle of a massive, constant orgasm, and he knows it. He hammers my ass, knowing I will not tell him to slow down or be gentle. I am beyond it. I can only moan, over and over, lost in it.
He says he wishes I could watch; maybe we should get a big mirror. He says the sight of his solid cock fucking my tight little ass is driving him crazy, and I should see it. I can feel it, that is enough. He orgasms then and it is over for me, for now. I am satisfied yet strangely not; I would do it again and again if he were able.
I have never had so much sex in my life. We do everything imaginable for two people. I am tired but exhilarated. I don't feel like eating and I have barely noticed life passing by outside – I do not leave the house. I cannot imagine a life without this sex now, this constant pleasuring and degrading of one another. He tells me he is happy.
But it doesn't last. It never could. Tuesday morning comes and he is going out to see his brother.
'I will be back in a few hours,' he says, kissing my forehead.
But the minute his back is turned, I know that he is gone. I sit on the couch alone, flicking TV channels, staring at the screen. I put toast on but let it burn. I am not hungry yet anyway.
In the evening I open a bottle of wine, drink half, and feel no different. I go to bed alone. He has not come back, or even called me. I am numb; not even hurt yet.
I go to bed, my arms bare and cold above the duvet. The streetlights shine in again, through my thin curtains, as they always do. I think of him.
He will be back. I can wait. He will be back. I repeat this mantra as I stare into the shadows, curling my cold toes against the sheets.
I try to sleep, knowing without a doubt that one thing is still true. I do love him.
"How did you two get ahead of us?" Mr. Walker asked staring into the truck,"And why are you parked here?"
"Dad?"
"Mr. Walker?" they said surprised. "I-It's my fault Mr. Walker," Peri stammered. "Wh- When we go to that accident, I thought I would be okay going around but I guess I wasn't but I didn't stop because I figured you would catch up with us. And then I was dozing off and Jacob was asleep and I swerved and hit a hole or something and we got a flat tire."
"Yeah. And of course there's no spare." Jacob added. "And the battery in the cellphone is dead."
"You're kidding," Mr. Walker said.
"No, sir," Peri replied.
"Well, I'll call Triple A and have them tow you to the nearest garage and we'll get a new tire and be back on the road." He turned to walk away and then stopped and turned back around.
"What were you two doing? Taking a nap?"
Peri and Jacob looked at each other and simultaneously responded.
"No." "Yes."
They looked at each other again and Jacob said, "Yes, we were. Just not on purpose."
"Oh," Mr. walker replied walking back to the van.
"Jacob?" Peri asked.
"Yeah?"
"How are we supposed to get dressed?" He chuckled.
"I have.. No.. Idea."
She looked at him.
"This is not funny. I'm naked in front of my boss and everyone else that works in the office!" "So am I," he said smiling. Just then the headlights shut off.
"Here! Hurry up!" Jacob said handing Peri her clothes. They scrambled and got dressed as fast as possible. Mr. Walker appeared at the door again.
"They are on their way."
"Okay," Jacob responded.
"You two uh.." Mr. Walker paused, "You two getting along okay? I know how my son is Peri, and he was in a bad mood when we left."
She laughed.
"We are getting along great Mr. Walker."
"Good."
Finally arriving at the hotel, Jacob helped bring Peri's bags to her room.
"So I'll see you around then. I'm not taking the trip home. I'm staying down here for a week or so and then my uncle will probably bring me home," Jacob smiled leaning against the door frame.
"Oh okay then. Well, thanks for riding down with me. You were really good company," she grinned.
"Anytime I'm dragged along, I'll be more than happy to keep you company."
"I'll keep that in mind."
He smiled.
"See you around Peri."
"Bye Jacob."
She closed the door and started to put her clothes away in the dresser. She pulled out the jacket she had put on in the truck and a necklace fell out. She picked it up and looked at it. It was a silver shark. She smiled, put the necklace on the dresser and finished unpacking.
"Yeah it was," he said turning to her.
"I could tell. Look, you filled me up so much that it's still dripping. It's quite a nice creampie."
Tina sat up and spread her legs so that Steve could get a good look. Just as she said the cum just seemed keep spilling out. He sat up next to her and gave her another kiss grasping her breast as he did.
"Hey, now. No more for tonight. It's getting early."
Steve broke the kiss and looked at the clock. It was a little past midnight. He wished he could tell the people at school about this little adventure. That would sure as hell shut them up. He turned to see Tina now standing, dabbing at her pussy with tissue, cleaning up the last bit of cum. She tossed him the box, walked over to her discarded night gown and slipped it back on.
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Keywords: Neighbors, Good,