Neighborly Relations Pt. 04

But still . . .

What were those women doing over there? Why hadn't she been invited?

"I wonder what's going on at the Petersons?" she said, turning to her husband, who was seated on his recliner reading a student essay.

Robert was tall and strong, with distinguished streaks of gray in his close cropped hair. She loved that man, but she couldn't help but feel a bit dissatisfied when she saw him in his usual place on that chair either reading papers or watching sports on the TV. He was becoming every bit as dull as this white neighborhood.

"What do you mean?" he said, looking up over his reading glasses.

"Women are going over there," she said. "It looks like a party."

"Tupperware party, I suppose," he said, with a dismissive little laugh.

"Women don't just get together for Tupperware," Tania said. "I don't need attitude about women's parties. You know damn well that . . ."

"Hold your horses, lady," he said. "I'm not dissing women in general. Just the stuck up, tight-ass women in this neighborhood. You know that."

"Okay, yeah, I know that." She smiled then. "I guess I'm feeling a little left out. Why wouldn't they invite me?"

"Cause a real woman would be a threat to their own femininity."

"You sure know what to say, don't you?"

"Go over and see what's going on," he suggested. "Go say you want to borrow something. See if they invite you to join them. If they don't, we'll sell the house and get the hell out of here."

"You don't feel it, do you? You don't feel left out."

"No, because there's nothing to be left out of. These folks don't do anything but watch TV. And the men talk about their lawns when you see them on the street. I really don't think those women mean to leave you out of anything."

"No, probably not," she said.

Tania left him to his reading and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, trying to put the thoughts out of her mind. She couldn't.

Did they dislike her because she was black? New in the neighborhood? Because she was better educated? What? What had she done wrong?

Nothing. She'd done nothing wrong, and there was no reason on earth not to go calling on Jenny Peterson if she wanted to. She wasn't going to let those women upset her any more.

#

The women in Jenny's house were at the dining room table with cards dealt out before them and wine glasses at their sides. Terry Carter, six months along, was drinking filtered tap water, of course. Jenny and Terry were partners playing against the team of Patty and Emily. Only Jenny and Emily actually knew the rules of pinochle, but Terry knew bridge and Patty knew several other games, so it wasn't hard for them all to get up to speed.

It was their third hand, and the team of Peterson and Carter was without stockings and blouses. Jenny didn't mind, of course, since the object was to lose eventually, but the card player in her wished that Terry was better at this.

"I wish I had ever had the nerve to prance around in my front window," Jenny said, laughing. "Never did, though. It must be liberating."

"Well, it turns me on, anyway," Patty said, concentrating on a hand overloaded with trump cards. "And Charles, too, especially now that there's so much going on around here."

"You talk about this? Did you told him about us?" Emily said, trying to follow her partner's lead. "He knows?"

"Of course, silly. Why wouldn't I tell him?"

"I, well, sure, why not? Did you tell him we were watching you fuck the other night?"

"No, I haven't told him that yet," Patty admitted, slapping down the final card to take all of the tricks of that hand. "Okay, ladies, strip!"

Jenny and Terry stood, Jenny doing a shimming little dance, and they removed their slacks. "Beginner's luck," Jenny said.

"Oh, what pretty underwear," Patty said, admiring the floral pants just covering Terry's swollen crotch.

"Thanks, I . . ."

The doorbell rang, and everyone froze a moment before Jenny struggled back into her slacks and ran to the door pulling her blouse back on. "It's Tania Mosswell," she said back to them after a quick glance through the peep-hole. She opened the door.

"Tania, hi!" she said, all smiles but not quite moving to admit the other woman. "What brings you around?"

"I was going to ask to borrow something," Tania said, tersely but smiling. "But that would be transparent and stupid. What I really wanted to know was if you were having a party over here."

"Party? Oh, no, we're just playing cards."

"Cards? Oh." Tania frowned, noticing that Jenny hadn't invited her in. In fact, it seemed as though Jenny was purposely blocking the door. "I play cards."

"I didn't know that," Jenny said. "It's just that, well, we . . ."

"If you don't want me in, just say so," Tania said then, her temper about to burst. "Jesus, Jenny, I'm not going to cry."

Noting the anger in the other woman's voice, Jenny suddenly realized how this might look to her, and she put one hand to her mouth as she said, "Oh, no, I guess I didn't think of how it might look. Come right in." She backed away and led Tania into her home.

"It's pinochle. It takes four," she said lamely as she took her into the dining room where Terry had put her clothing on as well. "Would you like some wine?"

"No, I don't really want to intrude," Tania said, her lips tight and eyes glaring. "But even if only four can play, I can't help but think you might have asked if I knew the game."

"Do you know it?" Jenny said, with a laugh. "My partner's horrible." The other women laughed nervously.

"Yes, I do," Tania replied. "Well, I guess I'll get back home." She turned and strode toward the door, leaving four women looking alarmed and embarrassed behind her.

It was Patty that put things right. "Hey, Tania," she called out, following her to the door. "Do you think we're a bunch of racist assholes?" There, the subject was in the open now.

"Not yet, but I sure don't know what to think," Tania said, turning.

"We're not. We just don't know you too well yet. We don't know what you like, and such. What turns you on."

"You get to know all of that by talking, lady, and this neighborhood isn't much on that, is it?"

"No, I guess not. Come back and sit," Jenny said, taking Tania's arm and leading her back. "Here, sit by me, and we can talk while we play."

Terry and Emily looked at Jenny nervously, but Patty smiled. It would be better for Tania to think they're all perverts than racists. The first might be embarrassing, but the second was cruel.

"We're playing a special kind of pinochle." Jenny handed her a glass of wine and took her seat. "It's kind of, well, odd. Embarrassing, too."

"How can card playing be embarrassing?" What was wrong with these women? Were they really scared to be caught playing cards?

"It's strip pinochle," Patty said. "And my team is winning."

"Strip pinochle?" Tania was dumbfounded. What on earth was that?

"It's our first game together," Jenny said. "Until recently, I didn't know there was anyone else in the neighborhood who liked to play, you know, games. Suddenly, I've got these lovely new friends."

"And my husband, too," Terry put in, wanting to get everything out. "And Daryl, too."

"But this is just ladies night," Jenny said. "Like Patty said, we don't know what turns you on, and we just didn't want you to think badly of us."

"Why would I think badly of you?"

"You teach Women's Studies, right?" Patty said. "Sex games are a little sexist, after all."

"They might be seen as demeaning to women," Emily said then. "But I've found these new activities rather empowering."

"So it isn't because I'm black?"

"Goodness no," Jenny said, beginning to unbutton her blouse. "It's because we didn't know if you were interest in fooling around."

"We'd have figured out a way to ask you eventually," Patty put in. "You and your husband."

Tania laughed and sipped at her wine as she let herself relax. "So you aren't racist, you're sexist," she said. "Well, that's much better. And, actually, Women's Studies isn't a field concerned with blaming men for everything and pretending that sex isn't fun. It's about empowerment. A woman has the right to get her kicks any way she wants too. She can get down with the sisters or screw a room full of men if she wants. Just as long as it is her choice."

"Okay, then," Jenny said, throwing her blouse aside and standing to step out of her pants again. "We'll play and chat at the same time. You can certainly join us if you want to, but I don't know how to work a fifth player into the game."

"No, I don't . . ." Don't what? While Tania had never been with a woman in the biblical sense, she had experienced a couple hard core vibrator sessions with her roommate back in college. "Well, I'll just watch for now."

"I love putting on a show," Patty said, grinning.

#

"Come on." Danny Porter stood in the doorway of his sister's room, their camera in hand. "Let's go see what the neighbors are up to," he said.

"Where's dad?" Elaine was comfortable where she was.

"Watching TV. Come on."

"Mom's pissed at me," Elaine said, standing. "I know that she saw me."

"So she's pissed," Danny said. "Can't do much about it, unless you want to ask her about it."

Elaine smiled, her freckled face glowing with mirth. "Hey, Mom, are you mad at me for watching you and Dad fuck? Boy, that's a good plan."

"Let's go."

They stopped by the living room to tell their father they were going out and then went into the night, just after sunset, to see what more they could find out about the neighbors.

#

Tania Mosswell was feeling an uncomfortable heat by nine o'clock. The Trent Porter team was in underwear and bras, but the Peterson Carter team was bare-ass naked. Sitting here now, watching Jenny's breasts sway as she dealt cards and admiring the swell of her thighs, Tania had to admit to herself that she was getting turned on. And Terry Carter was so beautiful in her condition. Her breasts hung heavily against the swell of her stomach and she did actually seem to glow.

Finally, Tania gave in. "I wonder if you ladies would mind me getting more comfortable?" she said, beginning to unbutton her own blouse. "I don't feel it would be fair for me to remain as I am why you reveal yourselves like this. Not fair at all."

There was no objection, and the ladies resumed play as she stripped to her own bra and panties. That helped cure the external heat, but it did nothing for the heat within her. She'd never done what she expected was about to happen, but felt that she could be drawn in very easily.

When Jenny and Terry lost another hand (after Patty and Emily had become braless) Tania found out just how a team could continue playing after losing everything they might bet.

"Okay, I guess you guys should show us how good you are at kissing," Patty said. "And if you want to play grab-ass at the same time, that's fine with me."

Jenny and Terry jumped up and met at Terry's end of the table. The two women embraced and then kissed with great ardor and movement of tongues. Of course their hands roamed, squeezing soft flesh and holding their bodies together. Of course Jenny kissed around Terry's neck so that she could fondle the full breasts that were beginning to drip milk in their excitement. Of course, Jenny's hands moved down to Terry's wet pussy.

And, of course, Tania couldn't help but move her own hands down to her groin, touching herself and wishing she dared to answer her need to masturbate.

When the ladies resumed play, it was clear that Patty and Emily were no longer interested in winning. When they lost the next hand, it was clearly on purpose.

"Now what?" Tania asked.

"You look like you want to play," Jenny said, noting the dampness of her panties and the excited rise and fall of her large breasts. "Would you mind if I helped you out of that hot bra?"

"I don't, well, no I wouldn't." Tania felt her whole body tingle. This was so dirty!

"Stand up."

Tania complied, her nipples already hard in anticipation of their exposure.

"Can I help you with those panties?" Emily asked. She was fully committed now, ready for anything, and what she really wanted now was to bring Tania fully into their game.

"Yes, you may," Tania said.

She shivered at the touch of Jenny's fingers on the clasp of her bra followed by Emily smoothing her hands down over her hips and then grasping her panties to pull them down. And, when Patty came over to kiss her breast without asking, Tania didn't mind at all. She stood there pretending that she was a prisoner, unable to deny her captors anything. She wanted to put herself in their gentle hands and let the evening go where it would.

The hand that stroked down to her sex confirmed her desire. She nearly collapsed at the touch on her clit. Laughing then, the ladies led her into the living room where Jenny got busy spreading comforters on the furniture and on the floor. She gave into their kisses and stroking touches and began looking to return their favors. She found a breast and lifted it, sucking at the nipple, and was rewarded by a spurt of mother's milk.

Oh, dirty fun, indeed.

#

Danny and Elaine Porter would have moved around into the Mosswell yard, but Tillman Mosswell was just coming out of the house when they got there.

"Hi, Till," Danny said as he joined them on the sidewalk. They had gone to high school together and shared an interest in computers that bridged the new neighbor gap between them immediately. "What's up?"

"Nothing," he said. "Bored." He glanced at Elaine but pulled his eyes away quickly. She'd always intrigued him with red hair that nearly as curly as a black woman's hair, and skin that was so pale and yet highlighted with cinnamon colored freckles. All that, and she was beautiful, as well. Damn. "What are you guys doing?"

"That's a little hard to explain," Elaine said.

"Spying," said Danny.

They explained briefly what their mission was, but left out any reference to spying on him, and said how they were planning to check up on the Burtons and see what was on their TV. It didn't take much convincing to get Tillman to join them, though he thought it was all pretty stupid.

"Got nothing else to do," he said. "But don't you guys ditch me, or anything. Neighborhood would freak if they caught a black man peeking in their window alone."

"We got your back, Till," Danny said. "Come on."

Their first stop was the Adams house. This time, they were rewarded by the sight of Claudia Adams emerging from the shower.

"Oh my, oh my," Tillman sighed. "Look at her. She's like, like, oh my."

Elaine grinned at the reaction both boys had to the nude pregnant woman. "Don't jerk off this time, Danny," she whispered.

"Oh, shut up," Danny said, embarrassed. He started recording a video, glaring at his sister.

"So you been back here before," Tillman laughed. "Sister catch you getting down with yourself?"

"It was outside the Burton's window," Elaine said, trying to see if there was anything special happening in Tillman's pants right then. The night was too dark by then, and she could see nothing.

Claudia Adams finished drying herself and went into the bedroom. Unfortunately, that window was covered. End of show.

"You guys are weirder than I thought," Tillman said as they sneaked over to the Burton yard. He was thinking of what he'd just seen and trying to walk without too much discomfort. No wonder there is so much pregnant out there. She was hot. "You do this very much?"

"It's only our second time," Elaine told him. "We used to do it when we were kids, but we could never go out late enough to see anything really cool. Okay, now be quiet because it looks like the TV is on in their back room."

The TV was on, and it was playing a scene similar to the other night. On screen, the mother of the Porters' friend, Cathy Burton, was on a kneeling between the legs of Doris Burton, Cathy's aunt.

"Holy fuck," Tillman said, hotly. The Porter's shushed him right away.

Soon, Cathy's father joined the act, kneeling on the far side of the bed to put his hard cock into his sister's mouth while his wife pulled her legs up over her shoulders and got busy. It wasn't long before Kent Burton was spurting cum into Doris's mouth, and both of the boys wished they dared pull their dicks out and produce their own spurts of joy.

Elaine had a similar feeling, but she really wanted to have Tillman's cock provide the relief for her. If she could only think of a way to ditch her brother.

They watched the TV as the threesome was joined by Betty Burton, Cathy's 58 year-old grandmother. The woman was fit, tough sagging a bit. Danny was thinking that he'd fuck her while Tillman had decided that he would not.

Tillman wouldn't fuck any of the women on the screen. They all looked too much like somebody's mom. He'd fuck the girl standing beside him at the window. That's who he'd like to fuck.

Kent Burton walked off and Ralph Burton, the grandfather, moved in after a moment of picture movement when he apparently handed the camera to his son. He plowed his cock happily into the rear of his son's wife, who was still lapping the pussy of his daughter. His daughter was finger fucking her mother by then as the older woman stood upright at the side of the bed.

"These guys are all family?" Tillman was amazed.

"Yup. You remember Cathy Burton, don't you?" Danny asked. "Well the lady with old man Burton's dick in her ass is Cathy's mother. She's eating Cathy's aunt's pussy, and the aunt is giving her own mom a hand job. Freaky, right?"

"Yeah, sick puppies," he said.

"To each his own," Elaine said, somewhat defensively. "I bet your dick is plenty hard right now."

"Didn't say it wasn't a turn on. They ain't my family." Then he smirked. "Too ugly to be my family."

"I'd fuck them," Danny said. "Even grandma."

"You'd fuck a hole in the ground, you dip," Elaine put in.

"What about the Petersons?" Till said then, tired of the video that was clearly coming to an end on the TV.

"They're playing pinochle," Elaine said. "My mom's over there. Boring."

"Let's look anyway." Danny led the way next door, thinking that if his mother and Patty Trent were there anything could be happening.

The Peterson's dining room had a window opening on the back yard, but when they crouched at that window, the room was empty. Movement could be seen through the doorway to the living room, but they were just indistinct pale shapes. Elaine hurried around to see if any of the living room curtains were open, but the curtains were closed on both the side window and picture window. By tilting her head, Elaine could see a sliver of the other room, but it seemed empty. Then a pale form moved past the crack, followed by a dark form. She saw laughing lips, nipples, and pubic hair. She saw half of the face of Tillman's mom.

Elaine jumped back from the window, wondering what was going on and what she should tell the boys. Tillman sure didn't want to catch his mom here. She decided to pull them away as fast as possible, but it was too late when she got back to their perch at the dining room window.

"That's really your mom?" Tillman was whispering in Danny's ear. "Jesus, man, you believe this shit?"

"Yeah, sure do," Danny said, snapping pictures as Elaine joined them with a sinking feeling in her stomach. "Hell of a pinochle game."

"You taking pictures of your own mom?"

"No, the pregnant chick with her," Danny said. "Holy shit."

Emily was standing with her lips locked onto Terry Carter's breast and her fingers inserted in her pussy. A bottle of wine that she'd apparently come out to get sat forgotten on the table as Terry held Emily's head to her breast and let her head fall back in a sigh. She leaned her butt back against the table, allowing Emily's ardent suckling to push her back to lean on her elbows on the table and finally lay down while Emily straddled her leg, rubbing herself against her as she thrust two fingers into her pregnant cunt.