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#include <std_disclaimer.h>
 
After quietly lurking on a.s.s. since its creation (and alt.sex before 
that), I've finally been persuaded by a few of my friends to post some of 
my work here.  Most of my writings fit together much like a series, 
although they were never intended to be one.  If any interest is shown, I'll
post the rest in chronological order, in the interests of those (like myself)
who prefer longer stories/series as opposed to quickies.  

All of these stories are essentially true, though some of the details may 
have been added to fill in memory gaps. In addition, names have *not* been
changed to protect the guilty.  They already know who they are...

Please *e-mail* any comments, criticisms, etc. instead of posting.  Firstly, 
my kill file ignores anything with "Re:" and secondly, replying to authors 
via posting is a massive waste of bandwidth.  (Newbies take note...)

Anyhoo, on with the show...

*****************************************************************************

                             IN THE BEGINNING
                          (being part the first)


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 to shy and reserved to ever actually approach them, let alone attempt 
a conversation.  Fate, however, had other plans for me...

	-end of part one-





	THE ENCOUNTER
	(being part the second)



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...  

"uh...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, OK, 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 would 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 
OK, 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 
titties!"

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 
CUMMMM!" 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 O GOD YES FUCK 
MEEEEEEEEEEEE!  FASTER!  OH FUCK, DO IT!    I'M CUUMMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNG!"  

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 glans, 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 nutsack, 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.

	-end of part two-



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...

...which I'll post if there's any interest.  



 



 

 


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