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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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