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My Neighbor - Part Two (M/g, cons.)
Written by Admiral Cartwright
Chapter Five
The following morning, still nervous, I took my daughter next door so I
could head off to work. The door was open, and I said "knock, knock". From
the living room, Jennifer said, "come in".
Jen was completely covered from the neck down by her blanket as we walked
in. That's interesting, I thought. My little girl plopped herself as usual
in front of the television. I was running a little late that day, and Scooby
Doo - her favorite - already was on.
"Is your mom still in bed?" I asked Jennifer. "Uh huh," came the response.
"Okay, I'll pick my daughter up around lunchtime, as usual."
"Okay."
Just as I turned to give my little girl a kiss goodbye, Jennifer said, "Can
you guess where my kitty is?"
Involuntarily, I raised an eyebrow. Are you taking the initiative, finally?
I thought. And, hey! I'm not in trouble yet!
Yeah, I'll find your pussy, I joked to myself.
I sat on the couch beside her, as I often did. "I'll bet she's nice and
warm, huh?" "Yep," she said, a mischievous grin on her face. "I suppose I'll
just have to find her." "Yep."
My hand slid under the blanket and found its way to the usual spot where
I
would find Little Beauty nuzzled up to Jennifer's armpit. To my complete
surprise, I felt only warm skin underneath my hand.
Jen had no shirt on! Almost instantly, my cock sprang up to a full
erection - as far as my pants would allow, anyway.
I felt around, gently running my hand across the left side of her chest.
No
kitten!
"Nope, try again," Jennifer said, smiling.
My heart pounding now, I took my first opportunity to caress her other
nipple, moving my fingertips in gentle circles. "Not there," she offered.
My hand at first massaged her shoulders; still no kitty. Down Jen's belly
now, her skin getting hot. No, don't go there yet, I said to myself.
Instead, I slid around either side of her tummy toward the couch, half
caressing Jen's ribs and half in an honest search for the cat. To her hips
now, I got the surprise of my life: she was wearing no panties, either!
I could feel my eyes grow wide even as I smiled. She looked back up at me
with that wry little grin of hers, and her right hand - which had been
behind her head - now came to rest atop my right leg, barely an inch from
the head of my raging cock. Her knees, until now straight up in the air and
together, parted as far as they could on the couch.
Maybe I should get in a little teasing this time, I thought. Still
pretending to search for her kitten, my hand ran down the length of one leg,
back up to her hips, crossing just below her navel, and sliding over the
entire length of the other leg.
"Well, shit, there's got to be a pussy in here someplace," I kidded. Jen
somehow stifled a laugh. She couldn't stifle a gasp when my hand finally
arrived home a second later.
"Ah, there it is!" I said, grinning. There was that giggle of hers again...
damn, enough to melt steel, you know?
Chapter Six
I ran a finger up and down the length of her slit, gently probing between
the baby-soft skin of her vulva. No hair yet; that wasn't a surprise, but
it
was pure pleasure to my hand. It was so soft! Parting the skin with two
fingers, my middle finger found her pussy lips, already quite wet.
Her waterworks certainly were fully functional but, as it turned out, not
quite lubricating enough to allow me to rub her clit without causing too
much friction. I brought my hand to my mouth and let a generous amount of
spit coat my finger. Returning to her soft pussy, I began rubbing her little
button with quick flicks of my fingertip. She responded first by letting
out
a low moan; and second, by taking my rigid cock hard into her right hand!
(That would hurt: she gripped me as tightly as she could while her hips
bucked under my hand in orgasm! It was all I could do to grit my teeth and
bear the pain while she got off on my hand.)
Her spasms subsided, and I told her I wished we could do more, but I had
to
go to work. I leaned over and kissed her full on the lips, softly at first,
then with more passion. Her tongue, in fact, was the first to seek out mine;
we kissed like she'd done this dozens of times before. I wonder...
"Don't you have a couple more minutes? Please?" she begged.
I sighed. "I'm already late," I answered. I glanced over to my daughter
again, as I had done several times in the last couple of minutes; luckily,
when Scooby Doo is on, little else will get her attention.
"My mom isn't here," Jennifer continued. My head snapped back to look at
her. "She went to the store, she won't be back for a few minutes.
"Please?"
I thought about this for a moment. I had closed the door behind me when we
first arrived, and I surely would hear Jen's mother before she got inside...
but I couldn't do anything that would have me hopping around to put my
clothes back on, especially with my little girl nearby.
I made up my mind. "All right. This is all we have time for right now," I
said firmly, as I slid off the couch, pulled the blanket over my head and
leaned in to kiss her pussy. Her taste from my finger-frigging was all over
her vulva; it was so sweet! She gasped in delight.
I began by gently licking up one outer lip and down the other, stopping at
her little hole and poking my tongue up inside as far as it would go. Long,
slow, deliberate licks followed; up to her clit, where I began flicking my
tongue up and down very quickly.
Her hands had found their way to the back of my head, and she pushed me hard
into her crotch. I felt her legs twitch, then her pelvis jerk, the spasms
taking over her lithe little 10-year-old body to the point where she lost
all control.
Amazingly, she still had the sense (practice, maybe? I'd have to find out
later) to take a chunk of blanket into her mouth and bite down hard, just
as
she began screaming in orgasm. Literally, screaming! Her cum seemed to last
forever, probably because I couldn't breathe! As her twitches finally died
down and I gasped for air, I heard my daughter standing over us: "Jenni,
are
you okay?"
Quickly, I pulled my head out from under the blanket. To my relief, I saw
the kitten down by Jennifer's left foot. Thinking fast, I grabbed Little
Beauty and said, "She's okay, the kitty was just getting too playful and
was
biting and scratching Jenni's legs."
"Oh," she said, gave Jen a hug, and back to Scooby Doo she started. I gave
my girl a quick hug and a kiss, and gave Jennifer a somewhat sexier kiss.
"I
hope you enjoyed that as much as I did," I whispered. Still trying to catch
her breath, Jen barely could say, "Uh huh."
Just then, mom was walking up the porch, talking loudly with someone; nice
timing, huh? Jennifer scrambled to put on the clothes she'd left next to
her
under the blanket.
As I started to walk out to head for work, I helpfully reminded my daughter
that if she wanted to invite Jennifer for a sleepover, it would have to wait
until the weekend. "Okay," responded two little voices. "Sure," mom said,
walking in the door... after all, she likely had plans of her own.
Good thing she had no idea my plans involved her daughter. I think.
Chapter Seven
No other opportunities arose to "play" that week, although my memory of that
morning kept me "arising", often at inopportune moments. Shit, stop thinking
about it, willya? Yes, Jennifer has the sweetest young hairless pussy you've
ever tasted, but leave it rest at home, okay?
(Yeah, right!)
Friday afternoon didn't come soon enough. Collecting my daughter from next
door, she reminded "Jenni" about sleeping the night. Jen looked at me. "If
it's okay with your mom, it's okay with us," I said. (My wife didn't mind;
it certainly wouldn't be the first time.)
"It's okay, she said so already." "Oh, yeah."
That night, Jen took a bubble bath with my daughter while I cooked dinner.
We don't hide from each other at my house and, when I went in to use the
toilet, I reminded Jennifer - as my wife was within earshot - that I had
to
pee, and she should close the curtain if she didn't want to see. She
didn't... close the curtain, that is. Both later dried off and dressed with
the door open, and I tried to make as many passes as I could by the door
without arousing any suspicions.
(This was, after all, the first time my eyes could feast on Jen completely
nude. I was going to appreciate her youthful beauty.)
The girls then dressed in their panties and nightgowns. As usual, Jennifer
had conveniently forgotten a bra.
Our meal followed. My wife, a nurse, worked some odd hours and many
weekends; she'd worked that day and would leave just after 6:00 in the
morning the next day as well. As a result, she often fell asleep at the
dinner table. She did again.
At the same time, Jennifer was complaining that her neck hurt. (Uh huh,
sure!) Jen sat next to me along the long end of the table, the other side
of
which was up against the dining-room wall (usually, there were only the
three of us eating), my daughter and wife on the ends. I began massaging
the
back of Jennifer's neck as my little girl finished the last few bites of
her
food (Jen and I were done already). As I rubbed gently, but firmly, at her
hairline, Jen's hand found mine: below my belly, that is. Outside my shorts,
she began rubbing my quickly hardening cock, trying not to be so obvious
that my daughter could see.
Jennifer wanted to see, though; and soon had pulled the leg of my shorts
up
until my dick poked out. No surprise registered on her young face; she's
seen a hard cock before, I surmised. She took my member full into her hand
and began stroking the entire length of the shaft with a gentle, sliding
grip.
My eyes widened. Now I knew it for sure. I would not be her first.
Chapter Eight
Meantime, her stroking felt so good, I was getting very close to coming.
Saved by the bell, so to speak, my wife stirred from her snoring slumber
and
reached for her dinner fork; usually, if anyone asked, she wasn't sleeping,
rather "reading the newspaper."
Jennifer jerked her hand away from my screaming hard-on; I had to fight the
urge to do the same with my hand from the back of her neck. That was, after
all, completely innocent, to all appearances. To force the illusion, I said,
"Is that better?" Jen answered, "Uh huh."
My other half never even noticed.
Our daughter was finished by now, and both girls were sent from the table
to
wash up for bed. Hugs and kisses from Daddy followed (completely innocent:
Jen got a peck on the cheek), and they were off to my daughter's room to
await a bedtime story from Mommy.
(Our girl just had to have her bedtime story and, truth be told, Jennifer
loved it, too. She'd never admit it, though. And, it didn't bother me,
either. With any luck, Jen would go right to sleep and be up - and helping
me get that way - before my daughter awoke the next morning. Trying to
invent a reason why Jennifer was with Daddy in his bedroom with the doors
closed might be plausible with my little girl. Should she mention it,
innocently or otherwise, to Mommy, well...)
Just before disappearing for several minutes to tell the girls their story,
my wife asked me, "Are you coming to bed?" "Not yet," I replied, "I'm going
to watch some TV first."
That was standard procedure around here, anyway. Differing work schedules
and a flat sex life led us to bed at different times.
Apparently, though, Jennifer took it as an invitation. When the story was
done, my wife used the toilet for her final time that night and closed our
bedroom door to retire. Not five minutes later, Jen came out of the other
bedroom, pretended to use the bathroom, and promptly sat down next to me
in
the living room. "Can I watch with you?" she said.
I was tempted to correct her grammar, but I held my tongue; instead, I said
it was okay. She slid her cute little ass away from me and rested her head
in my lap.
Not now, I thought. Nevertheless, my hand went to her side and caressed her
gently. I could feel my cock starting to harden. That's when she pulled my
shorts up and took my half-erect member full into her mouth!
"Whoa, whoa, wait up, here," I said, pulling away from her. "Now is not the
time, beautiful," I quickly added, making sure she knew this wasn't a
rejection. (But, damn, that felt good!)
"Why not?" she responded. "Everybody's asleep."
"See my bedroom door?" I asked. "Uh huh." "That's the problem, right there.
If 'Mommy' comes out that door for whatever reason, guess what's the first
thing she's gonna see? I really don't think she'd appreciate what we're
doing."
"Yeah, you're right," came the reply, obviously disappointed.
"I have a much better idea," I offered. Jen brightened. "She has to go to
work very early," I finished. "When you hear her leave," - the front door
was rather loud - "get up quietly and come into my bedroom.
"We can do anything you want to do then," I added, putting extra emphasis
on
getting what she wants.
"Cool!"
Her unusually emotional responses were troubling me now; this normally was
a
very stoic, almost-indifferent-to-everything girl. I may regret what I'm
about to ask, I mused.
"Um, Jennifer," I started. "You know me. You know I never would do anything
to hurt you, right?"
"I know. I'm not afraid."
"But I am, Jen. Of two things. You know what we're doing is quite
illegal..." "I'm not going to tell anyone," she answered honestly. Somehow,
I expected her to say that. "I know that, I trust you completely," I
soothed. "But now, you need to trust me. Okay?"
"Okay."
Chapter Nine
I almost had to force the question out. "Are-- are you falling in love with
me?"
"No-ho," she half-laughed. "As if."
I broke a wry smile. I could be offended, if I wanted to, I thought. Out
loud, I said, "Good, 'cause we can't do that-- neither of us can," I quickly
added.
"No one else would understand."
She was sitting up now, looking quizzically into my eyes. "Why did you think
that?" she asked, genuinely surprised. "You just seem to want to enjoy
yourself a little too much, is all," I said. "Don't you want to enjoy
yourself, too?" came her response. "Oh, yes, Jen, I do, very much. But I
know I'm aware that we can't get too attached to each other, and I just need
to be sure you're aware."
"I'm more mature than that," she assured me, taking on a very adult-like
air. I smirked, raising an eyebrow.
"It's not my first time, you know."
"I know," I admitted for the first time aloud. "You're so good, I almost
came all over the floor at the dinner table," I said, grinning. Jennifer
giggled, not the least bit offended by the reference.
"I know," she said. "Really?" I challenged. "And just how do you know this?"
"I just know."
(Yeah, you're going to 'know' something, alright... me.)
Taking her chin gently into my hand, I kissed Jennifer passionately, our
tongues exploring each other's, my hands caressing her cheeks.
"I'll see you in the morning," I whispered as we broke off. "Uh huh," she
said, giving me a hug and running off to bed.
I wanted to jack off something awful, but I resisted.
The next morning, I awoke to the faint presence of someone cuddled up to
me,
head on my shoulder, hand on my belly, leg over mine. Jennifer and my wife
had similar hair, Jen's longer and a few shades lighter. For that matter,
so
did my daughter, but she was far too small to have been this person next
to
me.
I glanced at the clock. 6:42. For a moment, in my half-asleep haze, my hopes
sank: Shit, that figures! My wife's called in sick and she's taking the day
off. It occurred to me then that she and Jennifer were very close in
stature: Jen was maybe two inches shorter and no more than 15 pounds
lighter. That's when it hit me: my wife never - and I mean never - sleeps
in
the nude, no matter the temperature.
This was Jen next to me... and I picked my head up from the pillow to kiss
the top of hers.
(To Be Continued...)
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