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Friendly Neighbor
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Erotica › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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Category:
Erotica › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
22,466
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 2
Friendly Neighbor
His house was what I always pictured it to be, if I had to, that is. There was a large
screen TV in the living room with a surrounding entertainment center with speakers, a DVD player and CD player. He had his own collection of DVDs, some action movies, comedies and a few romances with the occasional horror film thrown in. There was a dark green couch and a match love seat with a small black table in the center for drinks and things.
His dinning room had a matching black table with six black padded chairs around it. His kitchen was like the kitchen in all of the other homes in the housing development – a lot of counter space and cabinet room with an island in the middle of the kitchen to help with cooking. The only difference that I could see is that he had removed the white counter surfaces and replaced them with a dark, lush green to match his décor. His pots and pans that were hanging from the ceiling, were also black. His fridge black and silver.
His bathroom was bare, but that was to be expected since it was the bathroom that was downstairs. I had just walked back out of the bathroom when the front door opened and he walked into his house. He smiled at me.
“Taking a look around?” I blushed lightly at having been caught and nodded. His smile grew. “Wait 'till you see upstairs. My favorite room is up there.” As he walked by me into the kitchen I could've sworn he winked at me. I could feel butterflies in my stomach already. I took a deep breath and followed him into the kitchen were he was pouring two glasses of lemonade for us. He handed me one while he put the pitcher away.
“So, Raevyn, tell me a little bit about yourself. Something that they didn't cover in that article. Something that all of your neighbors around here know.” I took a deep breath and thought for a moment. What exactly did he want to know? He must've read the article already, so what could I tell him? And things the neighbors didn't know? My face must have looked funny because he started laughing. My face started to flush again and I took a sip to cover up my embarrassment. I was always told my face looked funny when I was concentrating too hard on something.
“Raevyn, you shouldn't have to think too hard about how to answer that question.” He said, smiling.
“Well, Mr. Bridges-”
“Please. Call me Mike.” I nodded.
“Well, Mike... I don't like it when people ask such open and vague questions. I'd like for them to be specific so that it'd be easier to answer.” He smiled, that wicked twist entering his smile again.
“Alright, Raevyn.” He set down his glass and came to stand behind me. He took my glass from me and set it on the counter, his hands coming down to rest lightly on my hips as he slowly pressed against my back. “Tell me, Raevyn. What's the farthest you've even gone with a boy?”
My face flushed as I tried to answer with out embarrassing myself. “I've had sex, if that's what you mean. Though it wasn't anything spectacular. He didn't really know what he was doing and there was a lot of fumbling around, to be honest. And, when he finally managed to get it right and he was able to, uhm, get in me, I didn't really feel anything because he was just small, I guess.” Mike made a sympathetic noise from the back of his throat.
“My poor darling. Having to put up with a fumbling boy who knows nothing about what he's doing.” One of his hands moved down from my hip to slowly slide up my bare thigh and underneath my skirt. My breath hitched slightly as I looked down to watch his hand, now covered up by my skirt, move across my skin.
“What's the most adventurous thing that you've ever done with a boy in bed?” he murmerd against my ear.
“Honestly? The only adventurous thing he knew how to do was biting. I didn't suggest anything else because I didn't want to scar him for life.”
“And what would you have suggested, Raevyn?” My face flushed a brighter red, my cheeks burning.
“Ah, well. I would've suggested that we try, uhm, that we try...” The hand that was under my skirt moved to cup my sex in his hand.
“Try what?” My insides clenched as my hips started to rock into his hand.
“Anal.” I whispered. He let out a breath against my ear, his own hips pressing harder against the small of my back. I could feel his hardness through his jeans.
“I think that we can do that, Raevyn, and so much more.” He licked my neck, right below my ear, and my eyes fluttered shut. I let out a shaky breath.
“Like what?”
“Oh, you'll see.” I could only nod as Mike removed his hand and turned me around to face him. His dark golden eyes looking into mine for a brief moment before he leaned down and kissed me. It wasn't like any kiss I'd had before. It was rough, dirty and possessive. He didn't wait for me to reciprocate, he merely took what he wanted and I had to grip his arms tightly as my legs were trying to decide if they should hold me up or not. He pulled back after a moment and smirked.
“Come on. Time to show you my favorite room.” Before I could move, he griped my hips tightly and lifted me off of the floor, in my surprise, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and wound my arms around his neck. He looked into my eyes and smiled, pleased with my response. He slid his hands underneath my ass to support me as he walked. He went through the dinning room, and by-passed the living room to take the stairs.
The walls up the stairs has pictures of different people and places on them. They all had a slight resemblance to Mike so I assumed that they all were pictures of his family. I smiled at a picture that showed a younger looking Mike pushing an older looking man into a lake. My attention was brought back to Mike quickly when he suddenly let me go. It was such a surprise that I didn't make any move to hold onto him.
I bounced twice before I settled onto the King sized bed Mike had dropped me on. The comforter was black, with dark green pillows, and what looked like black silk sheets peeking out from underneath.
I had landed in almost the center of the bed, my legs splayed and my arms supporting me at my elbows as I finished looking around his room. The walls were dark green with black curtain over the window. When I looked around the room once more, I noticed that Mike wasn't there. Before I could call out to him, he reappeared from the master bathroom, carrying a small bottle of what appeared to be lubricant. My insides clenched again when he set the bottle onto the nightstand next to the bed.
His house was what I always pictured it to be, if I had to, that is. There was a large
screen TV in the living room with a surrounding entertainment center with speakers, a DVD player and CD player. He had his own collection of DVDs, some action movies, comedies and a few romances with the occasional horror film thrown in. There was a dark green couch and a match love seat with a small black table in the center for drinks and things.
His dinning room had a matching black table with six black padded chairs around it. His kitchen was like the kitchen in all of the other homes in the housing development – a lot of counter space and cabinet room with an island in the middle of the kitchen to help with cooking. The only difference that I could see is that he had removed the white counter surfaces and replaced them with a dark, lush green to match his décor. His pots and pans that were hanging from the ceiling, were also black. His fridge black and silver.
His bathroom was bare, but that was to be expected since it was the bathroom that was downstairs. I had just walked back out of the bathroom when the front door opened and he walked into his house. He smiled at me.
“Taking a look around?” I blushed lightly at having been caught and nodded. His smile grew. “Wait 'till you see upstairs. My favorite room is up there.” As he walked by me into the kitchen I could've sworn he winked at me. I could feel butterflies in my stomach already. I took a deep breath and followed him into the kitchen were he was pouring two glasses of lemonade for us. He handed me one while he put the pitcher away.
“So, Raevyn, tell me a little bit about yourself. Something that they didn't cover in that article. Something that all of your neighbors around here know.” I took a deep breath and thought for a moment. What exactly did he want to know? He must've read the article already, so what could I tell him? And things the neighbors didn't know? My face must have looked funny because he started laughing. My face started to flush again and I took a sip to cover up my embarrassment. I was always told my face looked funny when I was concentrating too hard on something.
“Raevyn, you shouldn't have to think too hard about how to answer that question.” He said, smiling.
“Well, Mr. Bridges-”
“Please. Call me Mike.” I nodded.
“Well, Mike... I don't like it when people ask such open and vague questions. I'd like for them to be specific so that it'd be easier to answer.” He smiled, that wicked twist entering his smile again.
“Alright, Raevyn.” He set down his glass and came to stand behind me. He took my glass from me and set it on the counter, his hands coming down to rest lightly on my hips as he slowly pressed against my back. “Tell me, Raevyn. What's the farthest you've even gone with a boy?”
My face flushed as I tried to answer with out embarrassing myself. “I've had sex, if that's what you mean. Though it wasn't anything spectacular. He didn't really know what he was doing and there was a lot of fumbling around, to be honest. And, when he finally managed to get it right and he was able to, uhm, get in me, I didn't really feel anything because he was just small, I guess.” Mike made a sympathetic noise from the back of his throat.
“My poor darling. Having to put up with a fumbling boy who knows nothing about what he's doing.” One of his hands moved down from my hip to slowly slide up my bare thigh and underneath my skirt. My breath hitched slightly as I looked down to watch his hand, now covered up by my skirt, move across my skin.
“What's the most adventurous thing that you've ever done with a boy in bed?” he murmerd against my ear.
“Honestly? The only adventurous thing he knew how to do was biting. I didn't suggest anything else because I didn't want to scar him for life.”
“And what would you have suggested, Raevyn?” My face flushed a brighter red, my cheeks burning.
“Ah, well. I would've suggested that we try, uhm, that we try...” The hand that was under my skirt moved to cup my sex in his hand.
“Try what?” My insides clenched as my hips started to rock into his hand.
“Anal.” I whispered. He let out a breath against my ear, his own hips pressing harder against the small of my back. I could feel his hardness through his jeans.
“I think that we can do that, Raevyn, and so much more.” He licked my neck, right below my ear, and my eyes fluttered shut. I let out a shaky breath.
“Like what?”
“Oh, you'll see.” I could only nod as Mike removed his hand and turned me around to face him. His dark golden eyes looking into mine for a brief moment before he leaned down and kissed me. It wasn't like any kiss I'd had before. It was rough, dirty and possessive. He didn't wait for me to reciprocate, he merely took what he wanted and I had to grip his arms tightly as my legs were trying to decide if they should hold me up or not. He pulled back after a moment and smirked.
“Come on. Time to show you my favorite room.” Before I could move, he griped my hips tightly and lifted me off of the floor, in my surprise, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and wound my arms around his neck. He looked into my eyes and smiled, pleased with my response. He slid his hands underneath my ass to support me as he walked. He went through the dinning room, and by-passed the living room to take the stairs.
The walls up the stairs has pictures of different people and places on them. They all had a slight resemblance to Mike so I assumed that they all were pictures of his family. I smiled at a picture that showed a younger looking Mike pushing an older looking man into a lake. My attention was brought back to Mike quickly when he suddenly let me go. It was such a surprise that I didn't make any move to hold onto him.
I bounced twice before I settled onto the King sized bed Mike had dropped me on. The comforter was black, with dark green pillows, and what looked like black silk sheets peeking out from underneath.
I had landed in almost the center of the bed, my legs splayed and my arms supporting me at my elbows as I finished looking around his room. The walls were dark green with black curtain over the window. When I looked around the room once more, I noticed that Mike wasn't there. Before I could call out to him, he reappeared from the master bathroom, carrying a small bottle of what appeared to be lubricant. My insides clenched again when he set the bottle onto the nightstand next to the bed.