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The Girl Next Door
by Mack (bo263@cleveland.freenet.edu)
***
A story about a guy's first sexual encounter as a
freshman in college. (MF, 1st, voy)
***
I suppose a little background is in order. I spent my
freshman year of college (1990) in a small, private
engineering school. Most of the students were
foreigners, and there were very few women [the guy/girl
ratio was something like 12/1]. This didn't really
bother me, as I was never an outgoing person in high
school, didn't really get into parties, and was pretty
much a loner. After my freshman year, my parents
decided that the private college was just too
expensive, and I transferred to a nearby state
university (which I still attend).
The first thing I learned about this school was that
living in the dorms *sucked*. Some of the antics that
went on in the dorms would sicken even the most die-
hard alt.tasteless reader. Dorm life sucked so bad that
after the first semester I moved off-campus into a
large house with 5 other guys.
The house wasn't great, but it was a place to live--
much quieter and cleaner than the dorms, anyway. I
moved into the house in December, started classes in
January, and went back to the nose-in-the-books
routine. So intent was I on my studies that it wasn't
until April that I noticed my next-door neighbors.
I knew that the large white house next to mine was
inhabited--there were always a couple of cars in the
driveway--but I had never met (or even seen) my
neighbors until that fateful day in late April. The
weather was unseasonably warm, and as I sat in my room
pondering a hellish fluid mechanics problem I glanced
out my open window towards the house next door.
What I saw made me do a double-take. Just as I glanced
out the window, a girl came out onto the front porch,
retrieved the contents of her mailbox, and went back
inside. Except that she was wearing a *very* revealing
bright neon-green bikini.
Wait a second! Bikini? Come on, Mack -- you've been
staring at Bernoulli's equation too long. It's starting
to get to you -- the stress, the pressure, the
integration... Bikini, indeed! I stared at the front
porch across the way for quite some time, but no one
reappeared. After a while, I convinced myself that my
course load had begun to affect my brain and that I was
simply the victim of my stressed-out imagination.
But then it happened again.
Only this time, I knew I wasn't imagining. I had
decided to take a break from the books and walked over
to close my curtains in preparation for a nice nap. As
I started to close the window, however, I saw her
again. She came out the back door of her house, still
wearing the green bikini and carrying a large blanket.
She spread the blanket in her back yard, sat down, and
began massaging suntan lotion onto her arms.
I decided that the situation required a closer
examination. I went to my closet and retrieved the
eight-power binoculars which I had purchased the year
before to take along to a Van Halen concert. Back at
the window, I peered through the lenses. As the image
came into focus, all I could think of was, "GOD, SHE'S
*GORGEOUS*!!" She was about 5'6" or so with long silky
blonde hair that came about halfway down her back. She
had long, toned legs, an incredible ass, and full,
sensual lips.
But what really caught my eye were her breasts. Her
skimpy top was valiantly struggling to contain two of
the most luscious breasts I had ever seen (or have seen
since). They were large, full, nicely rounded, and I
could see the tips of her erect nipples straining at
the thin green cloth on either side of her generous
cleavage.
She continued rubbing in the suntan oil on her legs,
her stomach, her thighs. Then she sat down on the
blanket and began massaging oil into the tops of her
breasts. She was obviously enjoying this, as her
nipples became even more erect. Then she lay down and
began soaking up the rays.
I put down the binoculars and went to the kitchen to
get a glass of water for my (now) parched throat. I
couldn't believe this was happening. Since I tend to be
quite shy around girls (and become hopelessly tongue-
tied in their presence), I hadn't been on a date in
over a year. At this thought, I realized that my cock
was about to burst through my jeans. I went back to my
room and found that she had turned over, exposing that
lovely ass -- only covered by a sliver of green
material.
My cock demanded release from its confinement. I
removed jeans and boxer shorts (I hate briefs) in one
deft movement. Just as I was reaching to stroke my
tool, she popped her head up and looked around. OH
SHIT! What if she saw me? What if she called the cops?
I had never done anything like this before! I didn't
want to go to jail!
But she hadn't seen me. After looking around for a
moment, she reached behind her and unfastened her top.
[Now, it wasn't really necessary for her to look
around. Her back yard was surrounded by a high wooden
fence. No one on ground level could possibly have seen
her, but from a second story window, I had a much
better view!
As if this latest development weren't enough, she
slowly removed her top and turned over onto her back. I
took one look at those magnificent breasts and began
stroking my cock in earnest. She had very large pink
areolae, and her erect nipples were about a half-inch
long.
After a few moments, she began massaging her breasts --
kneading her gorgeous tit-flesh and tweaking her erect
nipples. As I frantically pumped my shaft, I noticed
her making small fucking motions with her hips,
hunching her ass up off the ground. That did it for me,
my balls emptied and my cock exploded, spewing thick
ropes of hot white cum all over my thighs and stomach.
Since I hadn't been laid for what seemed like forever,
the force of my orgasm was immense. I saw stars. It
seemed like I came for hours.
After the explosion had passed, I picked up the
binoculars and refocused them just in time to see her
entire body jerk, her ass lift off the ground, and her
face contort into a fierce grimace of pleasure as she
too came. She collapsed back to the ground, trembled
for a moment, and then was still.
After several minutes, the steady rise and fall of her
breasts told me that she was asleep (probably exhausted
as I was, poor thing!). I crawled into bed and enjoyed
a well-deserved rest. When I woke, it was dark outside
my window.
I considered doing some more homework, but then I
noticed that a light was on in the house next door. The
light was coming from a room on the second floor
directly across from my window. Peering through the
binoculars, I looked through the window across the way
(the curtains were open) and saw HER sitting at a small
desk reading a book.
I could tell that this was her bedroom. I could see the
end of a bed, a dresser and mirror, a small door
(probably a closet), and the desk she was sitting at.
She was wearing a fluffy white bathrobe. I couldn't
tell what she was reading, but from the way that her
robe was partly open and the way that her fingers were
playing hide-and-seek in her blonde pubic hair, it must
have been quite an exciting book.
My mind flashed back to the episode of earlier in the
day and my cock became instantly hard. Damn, this
blonde was one hot number! Why hadn't I noticed her
before? That's what I get for studying so much, I told
myself. All thoughts of Bernoulli and his damned
equation quickly vanished, however, as she began
furiously pumping several fingers in and out of her wet
snatch. She leaned her head back, dropped the book, and
used her free hand to reach inside her robe and squeeze
a large handful of hot tit-flesh.
As I stroked my member, I imagined that it was me
rolling that hard nipple between my fingers. Her eyes
rolled back into her head, and in my mind I could
almost hear her gasp of delight as she came. Again, her
whole body jerked and twitched, nearly knocking her off
of her chair. Shit, there was no mistaking when *this*
girl came. No way. It was like someone set off a charge
of dynamite beneath her. She collapsed onto the desk,
breathing heavily, her fingers still buried in her hot
sex.
Moments later she stood and shrugged off the robe,
exposing her luscious body in all its glory. She
stretched, picked up a towel, and walked out of her
room into the hallway beyond. My disappointed cock was
begging for release.
It was nearly 15 minutes before she returned--dripping
wet and wearing the towel. As I watched her unwrap the
towel and dry off, I pumped my cock with long, slow
strokes. When she had dried off, she opened a bottle of
lotion and began rubbing it onto those long legs.
The sight of this goddess massaging lotion onto her
thighs and stomach was driving me crazy. My balls
ached, and my cock was hard enough to drive nails into
concrete. The she squirted a large glop of lotion
between her breasts and used both hands to rub it in.
As she pulled on her nipples, I pumped my cock so fast
that my hand was just a blur. I came violently,
spurting cum everywhere, and loving every second of it.
In a few minutes, her light went out. Oh well, it was
fun while it lasted, I guess. I hit the sack, as I had
an early exam the next morning. As I lay in bed, I
couldn't stop thinking about her. She had awakened
strange feelings in me that I didn't know existed
before -- I realized that watching her had *really*
turned me on. Not just the arousal that comes from
viewing a naked female form -- it was more than that.
I wasn't looking at some cosmetically sculpted bimbo in
a porn rag. She was a real person, caught by my lens in
a very private moment when she thought no one was
around. *That's* what excited me the most -- the act of
viewing was as erotic as the subject being viewed. I
fell asleep trying to remember that French word that
described my new-found interest -- I knew it started
with "v"...
The next afternoon, on the way home from class, I
walked up onto her porch and looked in her mailbox. For
some reason, I felt that I *had* to find out her name.
There were two articles addressed to "Resident", a
letter for Michelle S... and a clothing catalog
addressed to Nichole A... Hmmm, there were *two* girls
living here...I wonder which one is the blonde goddess
with the green bikini?
For the next couple of days, I sat at my window each
night hoping to catch a glimpse of that lovely body.
Her curtains were never closed, and often I would see
her getting ready for bed, going to/coming from the
shower, etc. My cock was getting a real workout
watching this lovely creature. Once I even saw the
other girl through the living room (downstairs) window.
She was watching TV.
She was a short, very petite brunette with smallish
breasts and short, straight hair. When she jumped up
from her chair and left the room for a second, I saw
that she too had a magnificent ass. I decided that she
must be Michelle--it just fit her better. That meant
that my blonde goddess must be Nichole.
I decided that living next to these two beautiful women
must be my heavenly reward for working so hard at my
studies. It was also a hellish torture--I was far too
shy and reserved to ever actually approach them, let
alone attempt a conversation. Fate, however, had other
plans for me...
II
The following Saturday morning I was in my driveway
working on my car (why can't the Japanese make a
carburetor that *stays* adjusted?). As I was bent over
my work, I noticed a shadow fall across the engine as
someone approached. I didn't pay much attention -- my
roommates usually like to watch me work on my car (they
enjoy the fits of swearing and throwing of hand
tools...).
When I finally had the idle set screw where I wanted
it, I looked up and saw... HER! She was just standing
there watching me, her arms folded over those
magnificent breasts and sunlight sparkling on her
golden hair. She was wearing *very* short cut-off jeans
and a pink cut-off t-shirt.
I promptly hit my head on the underside of the hood.
"OW!"
"Are you OK?" she asked, a knowing smile forming on
those sexy lips. No, I was definitely *not* OK, this
one would take a while to heal.
"Uuh, yeah," I managed to choke out. (Sometimes I amaze
even myself with my charm.)
"Um, I'm Nikki, I live next door." [I was right!] Her
words were like the sweetest siren's song -- and I was
captivated. Again, I doused her with my wit and
intellect:
"Uh-huh." [Wow! Such delicate command of the language!]
"So, what's your name?"
I don't know. Suddenly I can't remember... who am I?
Why can't I complete a thought? I know my face must
have turned red. But I just couldn't say anything. My
lingual paralysis had struck with a vengeance...
finally I managed to squeak out:
"Mack."
"Nice to meet you, Mack." Once again that knowing smile
that made me feel weak inside.
"Uh... you too." Get a grip, man. By now she must think
I'm a real ass. Now she'll leave and never talk to me
again. Oh well, such is my luck.
But she spoke again, "I saw you working on your car and
I thought maybe you could give me a hand.
Um, I managed to lock my keys in my car and now I
can't get in my house." Her radiant smile turned into a
sexy pout that nearly knocked me over. "Do you think
you can get it open?"
Regaining some of my composure (and somehow finding it
a little easier to speak), I said, "Uh, okay, uh, I'll
take a look at it." There. A complete sentence. See how
easy that was?
I grabbed a coat hanger from my room and we walked next
door to where her car sat. Bending the end of the
hanger into a U shape, I fished inside her door until I
felt the locking bar. [Her car was an old Honda like
mine -- terribly easy to break into...] In no time, the
lock popped up and I opened the door.
"You did it! Oh, thank you!" she exclaimed... and then
she threw her arms around me and gave me a hug! This
was too much! I must be dreaming. I considered pinching
myself, but the feel of her firm tits pressing into my
chest was enough to convince me that this was no dream.
Not knowing what to do (and scarcely able to think
straight), I hugged back. To the casual observer, it
must have looked like just a quick friendly hug between
two friends. But she was a (sort of) complete stranger
and by this time my cock was in nail-pounding mode. I'm
sure she must have felt it, but if so, she didn't let
on.
After the hug, she said, "It's really hot out here.
Would you like a beer or something?"
Feeling a little more at ease now, I said, "Sure."
"Cool. Come on in."
Come on in? To your house? Me? So stunned was I that
for a second I just stood there looking quite the fool.
Noticing my consternation, she grabbed my hand and said
with a giggle, "It's OK, I won't bite."
We went inside. She cracked open two MGDs, and sat on
the futon. I sat in a large armchair across from her
and took a huge gulp of beer -- partly to calm down and
partly to avoid staring at her chest.
She said, "I *really* appreciate your help. I can't
believe I did such a stupid thing. And my roommate is
gone for a couple of days, and I didn't know what to
do..." (That sexy pout again.)
"Uh, it was really nothing," I said. "I've had to get
into my car like that lots of times."
She drank a swig of beer and said, "I can't believe how
warm it is for this time of year. Are you as hot as I
am?"
You bet, and not just from the temperature either!
"Yea, it *is* really warm in here."
She took another big gulp of beer, sat down her bottle,
and did something that caught me completely by
surprise... she grabbed her pink shirt, pulled it up
over her head, and dropped it on the floor. Underneath,
she was wearing only her bright green bathing suit top.
I almost fell out of my chair.
"That's *much* better," she said. I was unable to
prevent myself from staring at her generous cleavage.
The tips of her nipples were trying to poke holes in
the material. I was speechless.
"It's much too warm for so many clothes, don't you
think?" she said with a mischievous grin. When I didn't
respond, she said, "Do you like this top? When I saw it
in the store, I just *had* to have it. It's kind of
small, though..." She used both hands to cup her
breasts and adjust the bikini top. This caused her
nipples to become even more erect.
"Yea, it... uh... looks really nice on you," I said.
"I thought you'd like it. You sure got a kick out of it
when I was sunbathing last week."
Shit! She *had* seen me! I looked around frantically
for the nearest exit, embarrassed as hell and sure that
she was going to call the police any second.
Smiling at the look of sheer terror on my face, she
said with a giggle, "It's okay silly, I'm not upset or
anything. In fact, I think it's really flattering."
"Really?" Relief washed over me as I realized that I
wasn't going to spend the next couple of years behind
bars.
She stood and came over to my armchair. She sat down in
my lap facing me, her knees on either side of my legs.
Her generous cleavage was only inches from my face. She
said, "Is the view as good up-close?"
"Incredible!" I don't know if it was her brazen
forwardness or the beer or both, but I was becoming
bolder by the second. I reached behind her to unfasten
the green bikini top and let it fall to the floor. I
cupped a firm breast in each hand and tweaked her
engorged nipples with my fingers. "Un-fucking-
believable!"
"Oh god that feels good!" she moaned, tossing her head
back. "Suck my tits!"
Who was I to refuse such a request from this wanton
blonde goddess? I took a swollen pink bud in my mouth
and sucked for all I was worth. She gasped and tossed
her head from side to side as I chewed on her nipple
and tickled the rigid tip with my tongue. Then I moved
to her other nipple, took it in my mouth, and bit down
on it, swirling my tongue over the tip. She arched her
back, pressing her warm tit-flesh against my face.
Meanwhile, I moved my hands down to unbutton her
shorts. Unzipping them, I discovered that she wasn't
wearing any panties. I snaked a hand into her shorts
and my fingers tangled in her blonde cunt hair. I
parted her swollen lips with my fingers and strummed
her rock-hard clit. She was sopping wet.
She let out a deep, throaty, "Oooohhhh!" and began
rocking her hips back and forth on my finger, pressing
it harder against her clit. I soon felt her hands
working on my zipper, and in no time her cool fingers
were wrapped around the heated flesh of my cock.
Stroking my rock-solid member with one hand, she used
the other to trace her fingernails over my glans. The
sensations cannot be described with mere words.
Forgetting about her tits for the moment, I sank back
into the chair, my fingers still rubbing circles over
her clit. I sank two fingers into her tight snatch and
furiously finger-fucked her, driving her to the brink
of orgasm.
"Oh YES! YES, AAGHHHH! FINGER FUCK MY TWAT!!" She was
almost there -- I could feel her slick cunt juices
coating my fingers and flowing over my hand. She was
fucking my fingers like a crazed woman, her tits
jiggling and bouncing wildly. She let go of my cock and
grabbed her tits with both hands, pulling hard on her
nipples and squeezing her breasts together. "OH YES!
I'M GONNA CUM!" she shrieked. "FASTER! OH GOD! FUCK ME
FASTER!"
I complied, sinking my coated fingers into her hot cunt
slit with blinding speed. Her gorgeous ass bucked in a
steady rhythm with each of my powerful cunt-splitting
strokes, sending shudders pulsating through her
beautiful sweat-soaked body.
"OH FUCK! OH YES! FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, AGHHHHHHH! FUCK
FUCK YES! OH GOD YES! FUCK MEEEE! FASTER! OH FUCK, DO
IT! I'M CUUMMIIINNG!"
And cum she did. Her pussy clenched, tightening around
my fingers until I though they would break off. She
arched her back violently, pressing her luscious tits
against my face. Her entire body went stiff as a board
for several long moments, then she collapsed against
me, panting with exhaustion. The room was filled with
the scent of her moist, fragrant sex and my tongue
tasted the salty sweat on her neck.
After several minutes she sat up again and, still
shaking from the intensity of her climax, she reached
down to grasp my throbbing tool. She beamed that heart-
melting smile at me and said with a grin, "Now it's
your turn..."
She stood, dropped to her knees on the floor in front
of me, and took the entire length of my cock into her
mouth. She locked her lips around the base of my prick
and began long, slow, smooth strokes. She moved her
head back and forth on my engorged member. Her vacuum
suction was unreal.
Her tongue teased the underside of my dick head, then
she shoved my cock deep into her throat until her nose
was buried in my pubic hair. She contracted muscles
deep in her throat, sending pulses of white-hot
blinding ecstasy through every nerve in my body.
Out of my mind with sheer pleasure, I grabbed two
fistfuls of silky blonde hair and began forcing her
head faster and faster up and down the full length of
my shaft. My hips began thrusting involuntarily,
brutally fucking her face. Each time my cock slipped
into the back of her throat, she swallowed, driving me
to the edge of oblivion.
After several moments of this brutal, animalistic face-
fucking, I felt my balls contract and I knew I had
passed the point of no return. I made several shallow
thrusts, feeling her tongue bathing the head of my
cock; then I rammed my prick as hard and as far into
her throat as I could. As her nose impacted my pubic
bone, my balls emptied and I began spurting thick globs
of blistering hot cum deep into her throat. My mind
reeled, and I groaned loudly with the intensity of the
explosion.
She squeezed my nuts, sucking every last drop of sperm
from my rod. She continued swirling her tongue over the
head of my prick, even after I collapsed back into the
armchair, too drained to even move.
The ferocity of my orgasm had taken its toll, and she
finally let go of my shrinking tool. She looked up at
me with that mischievous grin and said, "Ready for
round two?"
"I don't think my dick is going to work for a week
after that," I replied, amazed at the randiness of this
hot blonde goddess. "Where the hell did you learn to do
that?"
"You liked it, huh?" Again that sexy smile.
"Holy shit, I've never felt anything so... *intense*."
In reality, I had only actually had one blowjob before
and the girl wasn't into it at all. "I'm sorry if I got
a little carried away. I hope I didn't hurt you or
anything."
"No, it was great. I don't usually like giving head,
but the way you were playing with my clit got me so
hot, I just *had* to feel your prick between my lips."
"I've never cum so hard before in my life. You can do
that anytime you like."
"TIME!" she shrieked. "What time is it?"
I glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "Almost
noon, why?"
"Shit! I have to be at work in ten minutes!" She jumped
up and ran up the stairs, returning moments later
carrying the shirt and pants of a Taco Bell uniform. As
she hurriedly dressed, she said, "I hate to rush off
like this, but if I'm late again I'll get fired."
"Uh, no problem." I fumbled for the right words. What
do you say in parting to a complete stranger who a)
caught you watching her sunbathing and then b) gave you
the most incredible headjob of your life?
In a flash, she was dressed and out the door--only
pausing to say, "Thanks for a great time, Mack..." Her
car roared to life... and she was gone.
I stood for a long time in her living room, trying to
come to terms with what had just happened. Somehow I
felt changed. It suddenly occurred to me that sometime
between the locked car and the Taco Bell uniform, I had
become a different person.
I had entered her house a shy, backward kid from a
small town who was too unsure of himself to ask a girl
for the time of day. But no longer. I was leaving her
house a completely changed person -- infinitely more
confident and with more self-assuredness than ever
before.
Somehow I knew that this day would forever change my
life -- and I owed it all to Nikki. She had somehow
pierced the shell I had built around myself and she had
brought out the "real" me. For that I would be forever
grateful.
I drove downtown to a florist and bought a dozen roses.
I brought them back to Nikki's house and placed them on
the kitchen table along with a note which read, "If you
ever lock your keys in your car again, give me a call.
Mack." I returned home, fell into bed, and slept the
sleep of the dead.
**
As it turns out, she did call me the next weekend--but
not for that reason. And if I thought that my first
encounter with Nikki was an incredible experience, it
was nothing at all compared with what happened the next
weekend. But that, as they say, is another story...
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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