Neighbor Girl

"Ooh, wait wait, go back," she said, waving her arm excitedly.

"This?" I asked, more than a little surprised.

"Yeah," she said, leaning slightly forward.

Now plastered across our 48" plasma TV was an extremely buxom woman riding a very muscular man on top of a table. At first I thought I was relatively safe, and that the movie was only soft core, since it was still relatively early. Then the screen snapped to a close-up of the man's penis impaling a very wet pussy. These two were of course not at all quiet, and I felt the first significant stirring in my shorts.

"You watch porn?" I asked incredulously.

"Not really. I've only seen a couple; mostly when guys at a party will put it on to gross out the girls. Mostly, I think it's kind of funny."

I could certainly see that. From the woman's screams, you'd think she was riding a Louisville Slugger, when really the guy was not that well endowed. We watched for a few moments, and I tried to shift as subtly as I could to hide my slightly bulging shorts.

"Her tits are so not real," she said matter-of-factly.

"Oh really, I hadn't noticed," I said, trying to break the tension. She gave me a sarcastic look and went back to watching. My eyes were on the TV, but my mind was clawing for anything else to think about.

"Do guys like fake ones?" she suddenly asked.

"Fake breasts?" I kind of stuttered. "I guess so. Enough do." I wasn't really sure of how to answer that one.

"Do you?" She only glanced over at me, and I saw that she was blushing ever so slightly.

"Me? Not really. Just so long as they aren't too obvious though." I swallowed thickly, wondering what the hell I was supposed to do.

"So you wouldn't nail her?" she said, nodding her head to the TV.

"Her? No, I'd nail her. I'd just bend her over so I didn't have to worry about her fake tits." We laughed a little, and I felt the tension ease a little more. Maybe it was just me though, as Jessica seemed perfectly at ease. Which helped my dick deflate some, as I figured this was a young girl just being curious, at the most.

"You like doggy?" she asked, sounding like she was asking about my taste in music.

"Um," I started, really unsure of my footing. "I guess I like whatever position I'm in while I'm having sex." Which was totally true. But I wasn't sure of where this was going, or how much detail was appropriate.

"I kind of like it," she said surreptitiously. And just like that my dick was back on the rise. Only for an instant, I pictured fucking her doggystyle. But that was enough to send a very familiar tingle to my crotch.

"Really? I would have figured you for an on-top kind of gal." Thank god my voice was miraculously steady, because my heart sure as hell wasn't.

"Well, I like that too. Basically, I just like sex." I could not fucking believe what this girl was saying. She was driving me nuts!

"Ooh, now her tits are real," she said, her attention still on the porn. It was a new scene; a brunette with very nice breasts about to seduce what seemed to be her boss.

"Mine are real," she suddenly blurted out.

"Well, I guess I never really questioned that," again amazed at how off-balance I felt. I was no ladies man, but I wasn't some sixteen-year-old first timer either.

"I've gotten a lot of compliments on them actually," she said, glancing over at me again.

"I'm sure you have," I said, not wanting to go overboard and have her think me a sleaze.

The silence extended itself as the porno moved on. The brunette was now kneeling in front of her standing boss, sucking his dick earnestly. There were plenty of close ups, and I fought a losing battle against biology.

"I guess it would just be silly to ask if you like blowjobs," Jessica said.

"Very silly," I said, shifting again. But just as I did, Jessica looked over at me and saw my hand moving the unmistakable outline of my shaft.

"Is all this getting you excited Mark?" Her voice was full of mischievousness as she taunted me. It didn't help that she was looking me dead in the eyes, her face matching her voice.

"My hot neighbor asking me sex questions while we watch porn? Why would you think that?" I decided that humor was the best defense.

"That's the second time you've called me hot. You really mean it?"

"Of course," I told her. "Every guy over the age of twelve, and this side of six feet under thinks you're hot."

"So you liked watching me sunbathe yesterday?" she asked bluntly.

Shit.

"Um…well, I uh…."

"It's ok, it's not a big deal. I figured you'd already seen me skinny dipping in your pool anyway."

"Actually, I didn't see much that time. The lighting was bad." She thought that was pretty funny.

"Well, the lighting certainly wasn't bad yesterday," she joked. Whew, I thought I was in trouble there for a second. "Did you see when I splashed my chest with the tanning lotion?"

"See it? My jaw hit the ground," I told her, feeling like this was all just some innocent flirting.

"Yeah, I thought you might like that." I looked over at her and saw that same mischievous look on her face. "I saw you watching me before that, and thought I'd put on a little show for you," she said, smiling almost sheepishly.

"Well thank you, I certainly enjoyed it." This all felt more like a normal conversation now, and less and less something sexual. I was just happy she wasn't pissed, frankly.

"Did you enjoy the show last night?" she asked in the same tone of voice.

I almost choked when I heard her, and knew I had to come up with something fast. She was still watching me, and my initial reaction was pretty incriminating. The problem was, my mind was frozen solid.

"Um, Jessica, look, I'm sorry…" I started, but ran out mid-sentence. She turned to me then, and I had to keep my eyes from looking down her shirt. Her breasts truly were spectacular, and her tight shirt only pushed them up and together even more.

"You know, I should be pissed as hell at you Mark," she said, heat rising in her voice.

"Jessica, I'm really sorry," I tried again.

"How much did you see?"

"Well, I saw you when you were, uh, looking at yourself in the mirror," I started, hesitating then, unsure of how or what to say next.

"And?" Jessica asked, sensing there was more.

"And then I saw you, um, get your, uh, vibrator and, um, use it." I could feel my face burning with embarrassment.

"So you watched me masturbate." There was no shame in her voice, and surprisingly, not a lot of anger. "How long did you watch?"

"Not long, just until I…um, just until you closed the drapes." Shit. She should've known there was only so much I could have seen anyway, and now….

"Until you what?" she pressed.

"Nothing. Until you closed the drapes." This was suddenly so much worse than I had imagined.

"No, you were definitely going to say something…." She trailed off then, and then I saw a look of clarity come over her face. "Were you jerking off watching me?" I really thought there would have been anger, or at least disgust in her voice, but there wasn't any.

"Well, Jessica, it was pretty hard not to," I tried, not a little pathetic even to myself..

"So what was that noise I heard? The one that made me close my drapes?" I couldn't help but notice a slight tone of playfulness mixing with her anger now. Maybe she wasn't as mad as she was making out to be.

"That was uh, that was me, um…."

"You came?" she asked, surprise genuine in her voice.

I could only shrug my response, my face staying beat red. I had never been so embarrassed, but oddly my erection wasn't falling faster than a WWII dive-bomber. And Jessica seemed now totally amused by everything, any pretense of anger gone.

"Well, I guess fair is fair, right?" she said. That impish look was on her face again, and I looked at her, genuinely confused. She only nodded towards the TV, where there was a new porno on.

"What? You mean…." I couldn't believe it.

"You watched me, I think it's only fair that I get to watch you."

I struggled for an argument, looking from Jessica's sweet and innocent face to the porn and back again.

"You want to watch me jerk off?" I still could not fucking believe this was happening.

"Why not? It's not like it looks like you have anything to be embarrassed about," she said, looking deliberately at my still semi-tented shorts.

"Jessica, I don't know…" I had never done anything like this before, but I had to admit the thought did kind of turn me on. Especially with her sitting right there.

"What, you don't like the porn?"

"No, it's not that."

"Well then, strip down and get to it," she said, laughing lightly.

What the hell. I stood up and quickly stripped my shirt over my head, watching Jessica's eyes roam over my chest and stomach. Just because I spent a lot of time in a library doesn't mean I don't know where a gym is. Jessica turned on the couch, bringing one leg up so she could face me when I sat back down.

"You're sure," I said, now half-teasing myself, as I hooked my thumbs on the elastic to my shorts and boxers.

"Quit stalling and let's see it," she said, her eyes glued to my crotch.

With one quick motion I pulled everything to the floor, my semi-hard dick bobbing free. I stood up straight, just standing in front of her for a moment. My heart was racing, and I was sure this was some kind of joke. But with the porno still going, and the look on Jessica's face, my prick just kept filling with blood.

I kept watching Jessica's face as I sat down, letting my stiffening cock slapping against my stomach. The air felt cool against my cleanly shaven scrotum, and it was strangely thrilling to be naked like this in front of Jessica.

"You're big," she said quietly. I noticed she licked her lips when her eyes moved from my package to meet my gaze.

"Do you like big?" I had gotten this reaction before, but not from an 18 year old in quite some time.

"I don't know…I guess so. I've never been with anyone that big." I was almost 8 inches, but it was my girth that had caused me problems. Most girls had a hard time fitting me in their mouths without hitting teeth.

"And you're shaved," she said, looking once again to my smooth sack.

"I had a girlfriend who told me women like that, so I just kept doing it," I said, taking my swollen shaft in my hand. Her eyes dropped back down to watch my hand, so I turned back to watch the porn a little.

"Have you ever been with a guy who shaves?" I asked. I wasn't at all sure how much experience Jessica had, but I guessed at least some for her to be this bold.

"No, guys my age are just happy to get into my pants," she said calmly.

"I'm sure they are," looking back over at her. She met my gaze steadily before resuming her watch. Now I watched her face more, using just the sound from the porno even though I didn't really need it. Jessica's sweet face was more than enough.

"Actually, I've only had sex with one guy, Justin. We dated for most of last year, but he cheated on me last summer."

"Moron," I said, meaning it. I was sure Jessica would give her man every reason to stay and none to leave.

"Thanks," she said, smiling at me momentarily. "I still don't know why he did it. I mean, we had sex all the time, and I'd blow him just about whenever he wanted."

Instead of giving her another answer, I moaned softly and dropped my head back onto the couch. I was picturing her sucking and fucking me instead of that Justin twerp, and my hand started moving a little faster. Honestly, I didn't want to cum too fast as I found this whole scenario incredibly erotic.

But when Jessica gave out a small sigh herself, and I opened my eyes to see her hand down the front of her shorts, I almost lost it. Her own head had dropped back and there was no mistaking what her hand was doing.

"No fair," I said, her eyes opening to look at me curiously. "I think it's only fair that we're both naked for this." It was my turn to smile devilishly.

Without saying a word, Jessica stood up, mirroring my smile. She gracefully slid her tight tank top over her head, arching her back as she did. Her tits shook slightly as she did, and I couldn't help but stare. They were even better close up. She had large, surprisingly dark areolas, and prominent nipples that were standing straight out.

"I told you they were real," she said coyly.

She kicked off her sandals, turning around. She slowly slid her shorts over her gloriously tight ass and down her taut legs, bending at the waist. Her ass was prominently displayed, and I could see the clear shape of her young cunt.

She sat back down on the couch, slouching back and giving herself more room to work. We watched each other's hands work methodically, neither one of us in any obvious hurry. Soon enough, our hands were working in unison without us even realizing it.

Jessica then draped her right leg over my left one, opening her pussy even more for my viewing pleasure. The touch of her silky smooth skin, hot to the touch, sent bolts of electricity through my body. She was also moaning loudly now, enough so that I had forgotten all about the TV.

"Trade ya," I said instinctively, hoping I wouldn't ruin the moment.

Jessica just looked up at me, her right hand moving from between her legs over to mine. I let go with my hand, and moved to replace hers. She scooted closer so she'd have an easier reach, and I felt her hand grasp the base of my shaft.

"Jessica," I breathed out. Her hand was still hot and wet with her juices, and she ran it up and down my shaft, easily lubricating me. She rubbed the palm of her hand over my head, mixing my own pre-cum with her juices before slowly jacking me off.

I slid my hand up her smooth, firm thigh, watching her hips already moving to meet me. My fingers lightly played with her lips, and Jessica took in a sharp breath, momentarily squeezing my shaft. God she was wet. I applied more pressure, using my index and middle fingers to spread her lips, and my thumb to lightly run over her emerged clit.

"Oh fuck Mark," she said, a tiny shudder going through her body.

I pushed my middle finger into her sopping wet hole, curling it inside her. She arched her back and had a hard time stroking me as I started to finger her. As I pushed my finger in all the way and started curling it forward, Jessica was mostly squeezing my cock, only stroking it when she would catch her breath.

"Don't stop Mark," she said urgently.

I used my finger faster and more firmly now, and Jessica was grinding her hips up against my hand in rhythm. Shit, she would be incredible in bed! I started rubbing my thumb against her clit again and Jessica arched her back dramatically and stopped breathing for a second.

"Maaarrrrk!!" she cried out and I felt her pussy contract around my finger as her body exploded. Her hips pushed up against my hand as my fingers kept working. Finally, her body began to descend, and I let my fingers lightly play against her dripping wet sex.

"Oh my God Mark, that was so amazing," she said, catching her breath and looking up at my face. Her hand had moved away from my manhood in all of her excitement, but just watching her cum was more than enough to keep me hard. "I normally don't get off like that from just fingering."

"Glad I could be of service," I said, reluctantly taking my hand away from her opening.

"You were great," she said softly. Jessica shifted on the couch and leaned up to kiss me. The kiss was light and soft, like her lips, barely more than brushing against mine. She pulled away just enough to ask, "Do you want me to get you off now?" Her hot breath whispered against my lips, reenergizing my body.

"Yes," I said, my eyes still closed.

I felt her hand slide down my chest and grab hold of my shaft again. As she slowly started running her delicate hand up and down my pole, I reached up and pulled her head back down to mine. Her mouth eagerly met mine, opening wide to let my tongue find hers.

Our kissing matched the tempo of her hand, growing more and more intense. Hungrily we fucked each other with our tongues, while her hand pistoned along my throbbing cock. I felt my balls tightening and knew it was only a matter of seconds. I moaned into Jessica's mouth and she pulled away.

"Jessica, I'm going to cum," I told her, my voice tight with need.

"Cum for me Mark, I've never seen a man cum before," she told me, her curiosity mixing with a tone of authority.

I thrust my hips up against Jessica's hand to meet her stroke and soon felt my dick swell in her hand and my balls tighten. I grunted wordlessly as my cock loosed lob after lob of liquid hot cum up, and then down onto my stomach. My hips stopped bucking, but Jessica's hand never did, not until I was completely spent. I watched her face as she watched every long arc, turned on even now by her fascination.

I slumped back into the couch, exhausted. Jessica's hand continued to milk my prick, making sure I was truly empty. I felt my own hot seed covering my stomach with its thick mass, but not caring in the least. That was easily the best handjob I've ever had, and worth whatever cleanup there was.

Jessica must have noticed the same thing, looking down at me and saying, "That's quite a mess you made big boy."

"I think you're the one who actually made it," I said.

"Then I guess I better clean it up," she said sensually. I thought she meant get a towel, but her voice and eyes told me that had never occurred to her.

I watched as Jessica slowly leaned down over my stomach and began to lick up every drop of cum on my body. My dick had since gone soft, so she caressed my thighs instead. She stuck her tongue out dramatically, making sure I could feel and see every lick. She worked her way top to bottom, until she lightly kissed just the tip of my head, getting the last of my cream.

"Where the hell did you learn that?" I asked, totally dumbfounded by this sexual being in front of me.

"I told you I've seen porn before. And I wanted to see what you tasted like," she said calmly, although her cheeks did color slightly at that last bit.

"And?"

"You taste good."