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First Published: 05 June 2015

The Boy Next Door
by Isabella

Story Code: b/F, First time, Ped

I'd known Matthew, the boy who lived next door, since he could crawl. I was a few years older than his parents and we'd all lived in the same village all of our lives. I was living alone in my parent's house, well, I guess it was my house now that they had both passed away and Elizabeth and Paul had moved in next door soon after Beth discovered she was pregnant. I often had conversations with the young boy as he was growing up, usually through the chain link fence separating our two gardens.

Matthew was usually quite serious, well behaved, well-mannered and quite a handsome little fellow. He did go a little crazy when he moved from primary school in the village to secondary school in the nearby town but this was the summer holidays, he would be twelve years old any day and looked very grown up, taller than his mum and close to the same height as his father.

Well, my story revolves around the summer at the end of his eleventh year; it was hot as Hades after a thunderstorm and I was in my back garden trying to stop the weeds taking over my flower boarders. I was dressed in a pair of my father's old baggy shorts and a camisole top with spaghetti straps and because of the straps and the fact that I was only a thirty-four 'B' cup chest I'd decided to go without my bra. I'd placed my wheelbarrow on the lawn at the side of the border between my garden and Matthew's, my kneeling pad on the edge of the lawn and was working my way along the border with a hand trowel.

I'd been dibbling out weeds for about an hour when Matthew came whooping down the garden, he was only wearing swimming trunks and had a towel in his hands, he ran right past me without noticing I was there and on to the stream that ran across the backs of both properties. I moved my wheelbarrow to a more convenient place and changed my kneeling pad and started all over again.

I could hear Matthew jumping into the stream from a tyre swing strung over the branch of an old oak tree. Then I heard Beth, she was wearing shorts, just like I was, well, actually not anything like the shorts I was wearing, her's were tight, very tight, if I hadn't spotted the belt loops I would have thought she had come out into the garden in her knickers, knickers and bra. She had brought out a basket of washing to hang out on the washing line and as she reached up to hang the first item on the line I could see a very pronounced camel toe through her very tight shorts.

I heard a sound from the direction of the bottom of her garden and spotted Matthew standing behind their garden shed, he was watching his mother and as she bent and stretched I spotted a tent forming in the front of her son's trunks. He kept peeping out from behind the shed, then I saw him untie the knot holding his trunks up, then his hand slipped down the front and he began to rub himself.

Eventually he pulled his trunks down, freeing his cock, around three and a half inches long and little fatter than his thumb. He began to masturbate in earnest and I stopped working, I was going to clear my throat to let him know I was there and that I could see him but it was all over too quickly, he bent his hips once, then again and suddenly there was a single spurt of semen.

The look on his face and the way he started playing with the product of his climax told me that this was possibly the first wet climax he'd ever had. He kept stringing it between his thumb and index finger before bringing it up to his nose to smell it. Beth hung up the last item of washing and headed back to her kitchen, Matthew looked very disappointed that the image of his masturbation had left the garden.

Matthew pushed his little cock back into his trunks and pulled the two ends of the string that he'd have to tie again before going into the water. Before he could tie the knot though he suddenly spotted me watching him, he turned as if he were about to run for it but he stopped, he must have worked out that I'd seen what he did and the fact that I hadn't called out or said anything he... well, I assumed that he thought that I'd approved of what he did or at least didn't mind him doing it in a place that I could see him.

He seemed to be mulling something over in his head as I pressed my trowel into the dirt under a particularly large weed of indeterminant type. I didn't know the names of most plants but I did know what I'd planted and what had self-set and any plant that I hadn't sown was a weed to me. I looked back to where Matthew had been standing (pardon the pun) behind the shed but he wasn't there, I threw the weed into my wheelbarrow and suddenly there he was, just the other side of the fence, "Hi Mrs Clark, what are you doing?"

"Oh hi Matthew, just tidying up my borders, the rain and sun have made everything grow wild."

"Your barrow looks heavy; would you like a hand to push it up the garden?"

I looked at the three feet I had left to weed, spotted a curl of bindweed that I'd almost missed and leaned in to pluck it out, as I dibbled at its roots with my trowel to try and get as much of it out of the soil as possible my eyes flicked up at Matthew, he was looking straight down the front of my camisole top as the front sagged down, exposing my chest to the randy little bugger, the front of his trunks sprang to life and his little cock formed a tent in the thin Lycra.

I probably stopped bent over a little longer than I needed too but I didn't see any harm in the boy looking if he wanted too. I remembered back to when I was eleven years old, my parents encouraged me to play out in the fields with my friends in the summer holidays, my mother made me a packed lunch every day and a bottle of squash to drink because she and my dad would be out working all day and back then the boys had plenty of contact with girls like me, girls of their own age to... let's just say, 'Work things out of their systems!' And now, mothers seem to keep their daughters on a very short leash, I saw a few boys wandering around the village from time to time but never any girls.

I finally had to call a halt to Matthew's fun and I sat up onto my calves again, throwing the bindweed into the wheelbarrow, Matthew smiled at me and raised his eyebrows, prompting me to answer the question he'd asked what seemed like an hour ago but was really just a minute or two. "It'll take me about an hour to finish this patch of garden before I'll need to cart it all back to the compost bin but thanks for the offer Matthew, it was very kind of you."

"I could help you... if you'd like me to that is!"

'What you mean is you'd like to stare at my tits more you horny little bugger.'

"That won't be necessary dear."

I saw his cock jump as I said dear and a smile crossed my lips which Matthew latched onto very rapidly.

Beth called down the garden, "Matthew, I'm running down to the shops, if you want to come with me you'll have to get dressed."

Matthew and I looked up the garden towards his house; his mother had pulled a summer dress on over her bikini top and short-shorts.

"If you don't need me to help I'll stay here, I was just talking to Mrs Clark!"

Beth walked down the garden and stood with her arm looped over her son's shoulder; she spotted the tent in the front of his trunks and also spotted what had caused it as I shuffled along a little to start attacking the next weed. I felt my face colour slightly as Beth smiled at the realisation that her son, her not quite twelve year old son was ogling my tits down the front of my top.

"You look very hot Victoria, doesn't she Matthew? Perhaps you should offer her a cold drink, help her to cool down a little, there's some white wine in the fridge, I'm sure Victoria would love to share a little with you, why don't you run up to the house and get two glasses?"

I watched as Matthew ran up to the house, as he ran he was adjusting his cock a little for comfort, both Beth and I watched as he did it as well, as soon as he disappeared into the kitchen Beth turned to look at me again, "He's at that awkward age, when we were his age it was up to us to 'Entertain' the young men of the village but the young girls are all out of bounds these days. If I remember rightly you were happy to help out back then, I think that you even taught my Paul a few things that helped him to be a better lover, for which I've always been grateful. I guess that you've done your share though and it would be unreasonable for a mother to infringe on your time, especially when there is such a large gulf."

Matthew was walking back with two wine glasses in his hand, his mum grinned at him and then she smiled down at me as I pulled another root from the soil, again the front of my camisole hanging loose.

"Well, I've got a lot of shopping to do, I'll probably be back late, will you be able to get your own tea tonight darling?"

I saw Matthew's cock jump yet again at the word darling. He'd carefully tucked it out of the way but seeing me bending over had brought it back into tent-pole mode and his mother calling him darling had really made it bounce. Beth kissed him on the lips and patted her hand on his bottom, she said goodbye to me and then said, "Be good darling, don't pester Mrs Clark too much, Vicky, if he does bother you too much just clip his ear and send him home."

I saw Beth raise her eyebrows to Matthew and she gestured with her head towards the stream or rather to the point where the fence between our gardens ended and the bank of the stream began. Matthew walked slowly and carefully down the garden and Beth turned slightly, "It's okay if you don't want to help him or have him help you, just send him back, he's used to falling at the starting gate!"

There was another smile as Beth sauntered back up the garden path. 'I wonder what she meant by that?'

Matthew arrived at my side and offered me one of the two over full glasses of white wine. I stabbed my trowel into the soil in front of a weed and pulled my gardening gloves off, I took the glass off of Matthew and took a large gulp of it, this was no lightweight table wine, this felt, from the burning in my throat, like a full bodied, high alcohol wine. Probably fifteen percent if not slightly stronger, but definitely far stronger than the wine I usually drank.

"Your mother allows you to drink wine then?"

Matthew smiled at me, "My mum is great, she lets me do almost everything I want to do, there's only one thing she really doesn't let me do..."

"And what's that?"

Matthew looked over in the direction of the shed where he had masturbated himself about twenty minutes earlier. "...oh, you know the kind of thing that a growing boy needs to experiment with!"

Matthew took an even bigger swallow of the wine than I had done; it had burnt my throat a little but didn't seem to have any effect on Matthew. I managed to push myself up to my feet and Matthew looked a little disappointed that he couldn't see down the front of my top now I was standing up. Then his face changed, another smile crossed his face, I looked down and saw why he was smiling, my nipples were standing out like church organ stops, I was more turned on than I'd like to admit.

I looked around, Matthew's house and mine were across the end of the lane and there were only fields beyond the back garden, we were totally un-overlooked in the garden from any house but anyone walking the fields beyond the stream would be able to see us where we were standing.

"Would you like to sit up on the patio to drink your wine?"

"Oh! I thought we were going to finish the weeding."

'"I know what you want, you want to look down my shirt some more you horny little toad!'

"My back's aching, I need to stretch and rest it a little. And this part of the garden is a little public, like the back of your father's shed!"

Matthew looked a little thoughtful, he looked over to the back of his dad's shed and suddenly the light was switched on "Oh! OH! Yes, I see."

Matthew was looking up my garden, my own shed and my soft fruit cage blocked the view of my patio from anyone at this end of the garden and especially the view from the field paths on the other side of the stream.

Matthew followed me up the garden, I placed my wine glass on the table and pulled one of the two loungers out from under the car port, Matthew put his glass next to mine, his glass was now only half full. I took another sip from my glass, remembering to sip it slowly because of its strength. Mathew took another large gulp of wine; he sat across his seat instead of reclining like I was. He was going through some kind of inner conflict, there was something he wanted to say, wanted to ask but was trying to work out how to do phrase the question.

"Mrs... erm, Victoria, would you be offended if I asked you a personal question?"

"No but I have to reserve the right not to answer if I think it's something that is none of your business."

"Welllll..." 'Matthew really overstressed the end of well, he was really unsure of his grounds!' "...the thing is, my mum says asking a difficult question is okay and the best way to do it is just like taking a plaster off, just rip it off as quickly as possible, it's still painful but at least it's over quickly."

I nodded my head in agreement.

"And mum says that it's always okay to ask so long as you're willing to take no for an answer right?"

Again I nodded my head in agreement.

"Well, I guess that's what you just said really isn't it?"

I nodded my head again and thought, 'Third time is usually the charm!'

"I heard my dad talking to my Uncle Gary the other day after I asked my mum to..."

Matthew blushed the deepest red I'd ever seen a human blush before and he stopped in his tracks again as he thought through something.

"What did you ask your mum to do?"

Matthew shook his head and looked down into his wine before upending it into his mouth and totally finished it. "Well, I asked her for a little help with something, a little problem, she said she'd love too but it was wrong for her to do it for me, she told my dad and he and Uncle Gary were working on Gary's car."

"Is this going to take long Matthew, it's not quite the quick pulling off of that plaster is it?"

"Well, my dad said that you were the first girl to let him look at her naked... well, you know, naked down below area."

"I don't know if I were to be honest, he said I was but back then boys always said that or the girl wouldn't show him!"

"Uncle Gary said that you gave him oral sex at school behind the bike sheds."

"That is true; I did do that for your uncle."

"Could I look, you know, would you show me?"

"Do you only want to look?"

"Wellll... 'Matthew overstressed the end of well again!' "...I'd really like to do more than look but mum said I shouldn't be too greedy, that it's better to get a little and give a little back and then ask for a little more the next time!"

"Beth is a very smart mother."

Matthew nodded his head, then he said, "Well, will you let me?"

"What? Do you want me to just undress for you or do you want to undress me?"

The redness drained away from Matthew's face and he looked as if he was about to explode, "Would you? Would you let me undress you?"

"If you'd like too, I think I have your mother's permission!"

"Can I be undressed too?"

"By me?"

"Well, I'm only wearing trunks."

"I'm only wearing three things so it wouldn't be much of a striptease."

Matthew jumped to his feet and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his trunks, "Are you sure this is okay Vicky?"

I nodded my head. Matthew pulled his trunks down and stepped out of them before sitting on the edge of my lounger, his hip touching mine, he hesitated slightly before placing both hands on the top of my shorts, he pressed his fingers down and slid his hands upwards, his fingertips slipped up under my camisole top and ran up both sides of my ribs. When his fingertips reached the swell of my breasts he stopped, he looked down at his cock, it was bouncing about like, well like a puppy dog's tail at feeding time.

He smiled at me again, "Is this okay Vicky?"

I nodded my head, then I remembered something Matthew had said earlier, 'get a little, give a little in return and then ask for more next time'. He started to explore my breasts, still under my camisole top so he couldn't actually see anything, just feel and he was doing a mighty fine job of exploring my recently uncharted territory.

I lifted my hand and placed it on his thigh, I stroked my hand up and down his thigh until my fingers brushed against his balls, he jumped, his whole body stiffened and he looked down at my hand, smiling all the time.

"Are you happy to just touch? Only you said earlier that you wanted to look!"

His head jerked round to look me in the eyes and grinned like the silly schoolboy he was. "Can I? Can I really?"

I nodded my head and I lifted my back up off of the lounger slightly, Matthew got the message okay, as soon as the back of my top was freed he almost ripped my top in his eagerness to get it over my head, "Beautiful!" he whispered.

I lay back down on the lounger and he started massaging my breasts all over again. He leaned in and then stopped himself, "Erm, is it okay? Can I kiss you?"

I nodded my head again, he leaned all the way in and kissed me on the lips, as he did so I let my hand slip over his cock and gripped it lightly, he gasped into my mouth and sat up again, he looked at my hand gripping his cock, grinned again and then leaned back in, this time his mouth went for my nipples rather than my mouth.

I increased the pressure and started to rub my hand back and forth along Matthew's cock, he bit down a little too hard on my left nipple as he fired off a little spurt of semen into my palm. His cock shrank to nothing like a switch had been turned off and he sat upright again. "I'm sorry Vicky, did I hurt you?"

"A little lad but it was okay, you didn't do it on purpose, you just lost control a little when you climaxed."

He grinned at me again and looked down at my hand, the teaspoonful of semen pooled in my palm.

"How long have you been having a wet orgasm?"

"Just started today, neat isn't it?"

I chuckled and said, "Yes Matthew, it is."

"Can we keep going a little longer please Vicky?"

"Would you like to take my shorts and knickers off?"

"God! Yes please!"

I lifted my bottom up off of the lounger and Matthew started to open my shorts and pulling them down, "Pull my knickers down at the same time, it's uncomfortable holding myself up like this."

Matthew gasped as he pulled my shorts and knickers down together, it had been a few years since I'd allowed a man to see my bare pussy, well, not exactly bare, I was so hairy down there that it looked like a ginger tom was curled up on my lap.

"Is it okay for me to touch you there?"

"Yes, of course it is, that's more than your dad got the first time I showed my pussy to him."

Matthew's cock sprang back into life and stood up against his belly, "Now what was it that Gary bragged about?"

Matthew swallowed hard, "Uncle Gary said you sucked him."

"Well, would you like me to suck you?"

Matthew was holding his breath so much so that I thought he was about to pass out, "Breathe Matthew, remember, breathing is good."

Matthew gasped in a lung full of air, "Please, would you do that to me please?"

I sat up, got Matt to sit on the edge of the garden table and I leaned into him and started to suck his cock. I put a lot of effort into sucking his cock, I could feel when he was close to his orgasm and managed to hold him off whenever he was close to shooting in my mouth and the longer I held him back the bigger his cock seemed to grow in my mouth. I kept going at him until he was a gibbering wreck and he was begging me to let him cum.

I took him to the edge again and pulled my mouth away quickly just before he fired off. "You want to cum in my mouth or would you like to try one more step so you're getting more than your dad and your uncle put together?"

"More please!"

I lay back on the lounger, opened my legs wide and beckoned him down off of the table's edge.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! God"

Matthew knelt between my legs, "Are you sure this is okay Vicky?"

"Only if you really want to do it!"

Matthew fell forward and stabbed his cock against my labia, he stabbed his hips several times, jabbing his cock all around without hitting close to the bull's eye. "Wouldn't you rather just take a moment, use your hand and take proper aim?"

"God I'm so sorry, I'm such a dork!"

Matthew took a hold of his cock and aimed it but missed again, dredging his cock across my clit, "Let go, let me do it for you!"

I took his cock and pointed it at my cunt; he plugged it right in there and began bouncing around like a Jack Rabbit. I pressed down on his bottom to stop him or at least slow him down a little. "Take your time; it will feel better for both of us."

"Sorry!"

Matthew took his time; his newly enlarged cock was at least making an impression inside my vagina, far more than his tiny cock would have from when I first saw it. He gasped and apologised again as he fired off into me, I felt three jerks, three jets of semen flying into my cunt. Matthew had turned from a boy into a man in one afternoon, an accelerated tuition session, I had hoped for him to make me cum with his cock but he was far too fast for me.

He rolled off of me and sat back on his lounger. "Would you like more wine?"

I held out my hand and took the glass off of him, took another sip before I handed the glass back to Matthew. I looked at him; his cock was looking a little sore so I decided that I'd stop him going any further today but, sadly I was frustrated because of all the action I'd had with Matthew without reaching closure. I could have sent him home like his mum had told me too but I realised that I could give him one last treat before he went home.

I lifted my knees, placed my feet flat on the lounger and opened my knees as wide as comfortably possible, I ran my fingers through my pussy hair, trying to pull it out of the way of my vagina as much as possible, Matt changed position to get a better look inside my body. "Hey, look, I can see my spunk dribbling out down there."

I dredged my index finger through Matthew's deposit and then began to rub it into my clitoris, I worked diligently until I brought myself relief, Matthew was looking so closely as I did it that by the time I climaxed he wanted to try, he wanted to masturbate me as well, "No Matthew, perhaps the next time we get to play you can do that to me but it'll make me sore if I try again today."

Matthew reluctantly put his trunks back on and headed off home, leaving me basking in the sunlight as well as in the afterglow of my orgasm. Damned it, that was fun, I'd forgotten how much fun twelve year old boys could be but now the worry started, what if I'd misread Beth's hints, what if taking her son's cherry wasn't what she had in mind as she went to the shops, if Matthew told her what we'd done when she got home, she might just call the police on me, I should have told Matthew not to tell anyone what we'd done, "Shit" it was too late now, I'd have to just hope that he didn't say anything!

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