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The Girl Next Door - Meet Marie

bylatinplayer©

My short story titled 'Cynthia's Many Lovers' attracted the attention of a certain young woman here on Literotica. I've taken to calling her Lady M, to keep her privacy intact, and when she asked me to write another story in a similar style, I decided to make it a little more risque by adding our own personal details to it. The complete novella is six chapters long, and here are the first two chapters from it.

Chapter One

Home Alone

(Written from Marie's point of view.)

I cannot believe this! I have to go all the way downstairs to answer the fucking door, when I was so... busy! Who could be out there, anyway? Now that my husband is gone, I've always got the whole morning to myself to do whatever I want, and I was doing just that, when I heard the doorbell!

Wait. Maybe it's the UPS guy, delivering a parcel, or a... package. A nice, big package. Yum. I'd love a nice, big package right now, when I'm home all alone and especially considering what I was just doing upstairs. A white package, a brown package, a black package, oh, what's a girl to do? I'll just have to see what Mr. Doorbell looks like first. At least, I hope it's a Mr. What if it's a Mrs.? I'll just have to think about that one a little more, won't I?

Okay, I'm at the foyer, and I'm taking a good look into the mirror to make sure I'm presentable. Hair's a little messy, but not horrible. I pull it back just a little, to show off my cute face. What about the rest of me? Nice, C cup tits, held snug by my tee shirt, no bra underneath, check. A quick, half-turn, and I'm looking at my backside. Nice, big butt curving out my semi-tight sweats, nooooo underwear underneath, check on that one, too.

I'm so hot, I'm starting to turn myself on. I want to touch myself all over, just like I was doing a couple of minutes ago.

There's the doorbell again.

One last check in the mirror. I look like a nice girl. At least, I think I do. You know, the kind you'd want to take home to meet your parents and all that good stuff. And, I remind myself, I've got to remember not to be too aggressive, because the poor guy waiting outside won't know what's about to hit him, and he'll probably end up running for his life. Not just any man can handle this piece of ass.

Undo the lock, crack open the door.

Ugh. It's the guy from next door. The married guy.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Hi." He says. "I can hear you from my yard."

"What?"

"I can hear what you're doing, all the way into my backyard." He repeats. "I can hear you playing with yourself. Even with the music you've got on, I can still hear you."

I hadn't realized I'd been getting so loud. "Well, I'll just go upstairs and shut the window next time. Thanks for letting me know." Wouldn't want to upset the neighbors, now, would I? Geez, when did people start butting into everybody else's business?

I start shutting the door, only to find something is in the way. I look down, and there's this guy's old white sneaker. Pretty bold of the bastard to do that, don't you think? I look back into his face. "Was there anything else?"

"Yeah, I wanted to ask you something." He says, sliding his foot away from the doorway, as if he somehow knows I won't slam it shut on his face.

He just stands there, all cool and collected, and I'm thinking, this guy has some pretty big balls, to walk over like that and tell me he's been listening to me Jilling off.

I decided to give him the once-over. He's stocky, Hispanic. I know he works out a lot, because I can hear his weights clanging around every other day, and while he isn't shredded like some guys, I can see that he has some definition in his arms and shoulders, and especially, in his chest. And he's an older guy. I love older guys.

I remember seeing him, and his little family, when they first moved in. He looked intimidating back then, with his shaved head and his little goatee, walking around in a white wife-beater and long shorts. He looked like a hoodlum. But now, he's got his hair neat and tidy, and he's wearing a tee shirt and sweats, like I am.

Let's just see what this guy has to say. "I'm listening."

"Well, I was about to start working out, when I heard what you were doing." He pauses, and I don't know if this guy doesn't know what to say, or whether he's holding something back. "Let me ask you something else first. How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-two." When I say this, some kind of expression crosses his face, but I can't tell what it is. He must be a good poker player. "Is that a problem?"

"Well, it's just that I was hoping you'd be a little bit older." He replied. "I have a daughter that's twenty-two."

I think back. "I don't remember seeing her around."

"Oh, that's because she moved out with her boyfriend, right after she graduated from high school. She moved out of state."

What is this guy up to? I wonder. Asking me about my age, bringing up that he heard me doing upstairs. "I've got some things I need to take care of. You said you were going to ask me something, right?"

Again, he gives me that long look, and his eyes, they're intense, as if they could see my body right through my clothes. Even when he looks like a normal guy, and not like an outright thug, he can be intimidating.

He smiles, and it's a cute smile, with dimples on both sides. "I downloaded a book on the internet. It's a guide on how to pleasure a woman. I've been reading the first chapter, on how to perform oral sex. According to the book, the techniques are supposed to drive a woman wild. And... I was about to go looking for somebody that I could practice with after my workout, when I heard you making noises from your window."

Oh, what a son-of-a-bitch! He's teasing me, I know he is!

"Would you be interested in being my guinea pig?"

Yes! I don't say it loud, but I can feel myself starting to feel warm all over, especially down there! The only thing stopping me from grabbing this guy by the collar and yanking him inside, is that little small matter about his spouse. "Why aren't you home practicing with your wife?"

"Oh," He smiles again, and this time it's a big, happy smile. "Haven't you noticed that the neighborhood has been a whole lot quieter the last couple of weeks? That's because my wife and I aren't fighting anymore. She moved out. I'm next door, all alone, just like you are." He winks, and I don't know, there's something about his vibe that I'm starting to like.

That's it, I'm sold! I slide the door open all the way, and he quietly steps in. I am so ready to jump this guy's bones right now, I think as I'm shutting the door behind him.

He holds his hand out. "I'm sure you've heard my name before, since my wife and I used to get in some pretty loud arguments all the time. But since we've never been properly introduced, I'm Rudy."

He has a nice, firm handshake, I notice. "Marie."

"Have you ever read anything by Sandra Brown?" He asks. "Or Linda Jackson?"

"They write romance novels, right?"

"Yeah." He nods. "Lots of bestsellers. Some things I've been wanting to try out, about how women like to be approached. Do you know what tap-out rules are? Like in MMA fighting?"

"No."

He reaches out and taps me lightly on the shoulder. "You do this, if you want me to stop. Okay?"

"Stop what?" I barely get the question out of my mouth, when this guy comes at me like a freight train. He damn near slams me against the front door, hard enough to jar the mirror on the wall, and I'm gasping because he scared me, and he's got me pinned, and he's holding my arms out with his, and pressing his chest hard against mine.

Rudy pauses a moment, keeping his body against mine, but not holding my arms as strong, maybe to give me the chance to tap-out, like he said. The side of his face is only an inch or two from the side of mine, and while part of me feels the adrenalin rush from what he just did, the other part of me, the sexual side, starts to stir up in a way that usually doesn't happen until I'm at the latter stages of foreplay. I haven't even taken any of my clothes off yet, and I'm getting wet!

Rudy's head starts to move. His mouth is all over my neck, and cheek, and his tongue is lashing around near my ear, and then it's swirling around inside of it. His tongue is mangling my ear back and forth, and I close my eyes to absorb the tingling he's started there. Then his teeth are nibbling at my earlobe, sometimes gentle, sometimes biting hard enough to make me wonder if he's some kind of vampire.

My nipples are trying to burn holes through my shirt, trying to get to his chest, and I'm so wet downstairs that I can feel it. As I feel Rudy's head start to swing closer, I open my mouth to kiss him, but like a bastard, he ignores me. He just keeps going until his head is on my opposite side of mine, and he starts planting the same kisses on my neck and cheeks as he did before.

When he starts nibbling on my other ear, his thigh slips in between my legs and presses firmly on my mound, and his knee starts squirming on it so that it almost feels as if I'm rubbing myself with my own hand. Between his knee and the fabric of my sweats stimulating my cunt, and his tongue and teeth working feverishly at my ear, I feel like I'm being overloaded, and when a handful of minutes later, he hasn't let up even a bit, he hits the jackpot, and I start moaning out loud and drenching both my sweats and his with hot, steamy cum.

He doesn't even stop there, as he clasps his hands into mine and lifts my arms up high against the door, and while he's stopped with the kissing, his knee is still trying to drive itself into my cunt. I cum a second time, breathing hard against Rudy's face, and wishing his cock was impaled inside of me, but wondering how he'd gotten me to cum so fast without even taking off my clothes, without even touching my breasts or my lips, and by only touching my cunt with his fucking knee!

If he could do so much with so little, I had to ask myself just how far this guy could really go.

Rudy took half a step back, glancing down at the wet spot on the leg of his sweats, and at the bigger wet spot on my own sweats. He brought up his eyes until they met mine, and like a lover would in public, he pecked me lightly on the lips.

"Let's move over to the couch." He said, and as if we were two lovers out on a stroll, he kept his hand in mine as he led me away from the door.

Chapter Two

Teasing, And More Teasing

Rudy stops me a few feet from the couch.

"You ever heard of Mr. Spock?" He asks.

Who cares? I think. I just want him to get on with the show! I make a face, to show him that it's okay, you're on third base now, and you can go all the way home, but he's taking it in like he's got all the time in the world. "No, I do not know who Mr. Spock is."

"Well, he's this character from the old Star Trek TV show." Rudy answers. "He's always analyzing things, and looking at them from different angles. Think of me like the Mr. Spock..." He drops his voice. "Of pretty young women that are left home all alone."

I don't know how he's doing it, but every time he drops his voice, I keep getting images of hot, wet sex. Is this guy hypnotizing me or something? No, that's not the right word. What is it? Mesmerizing.

Snakes do that, don't they? They mesmerize their prey, and make them hold completely still, right before they devour them! And that's exactly what I want Rudy to do, to devour my cunt!

"Close your eyes." He says. "I want to try something."

Although certain parts of me are screaming for attention, like my titties for instance, I take a deep breath, and I do as he says. Slowly, I start calming myself down, but it isn't easy.

And I'm standing there waiting, like forever.

"You still there?" I ask, ready to open my eyes. But I don't, just in case Rudy has another surprise for me, like fucking me with his knee a few minutes ago. I decide I want to tease him a little. "Or did you go back home, knowing you won't be able to handle me?"

"I'm still here." He answers, from a whole different direction than I expected him to. He's like five feet away from me, over on my left. I can sense him coming closer, though. "Who knows, maybe I can't handle you. Maybe you are too much for me." He says. His breath comes in close to my ear, and his voice comes out in a whisper. "Because you're so sssssssexy."

The way he draws out the 's', it's like listening to a piece of paper slowly being torn in half. Like nails on a chalkboard, slowly. And it makes me shiver with goose bumps.

He hovers over near my other ear. "What do you see in your mind, when I say the word 'fuck'?"

He gives that last word an extra emphasis, and it does conjure up some naughty images. I see me, riding him for all he's worth. I see me grinding my ass onto his hips, and screaming so loud that the neighbors across the street can hear me.

"I see you limping your way back home." I say, finally. "And not being able to get off your bed for a week."

"Really?" He says, and he's standing right behind me. His chest is touching my back, and his waist is so close to my butt that I can feel his erection poking at me. And his mouth is breathing heavily onto the back of my neck, and making all the little hairs back there stand up. "Tell me which way you're going to fuck me."

In my mind, I see it. "You're on the floor, and I'm on top, facing the ceiling and with my arms and legs spread out on the carpet. I am working you like a wild animal, and I'm not letting you up until I'm completely through with you."

I can feel him walking around, and standing before me. His chest is pressed close to mine, almost as close as when we were against the front door. His crotch feels so warm against my sweats. "Now imagine yourself facing me, and still on top. Can you see your breasts bouncing in the air?"

"Yes."

"Can you see me touching them?"

"Yes."

"Like this?" The palms of his hands push up on my breasts, and pull back suddenly so my breasts bounce. He does it again, and just as I'm starting to like it, Rudy's hands each grasp one of my oversized peaches, and he gives them a good squeeze.

I'm liking this very much, I think, but it's so one-sided. He's doing everything, and I'm just standing here getting abused. I want to participate, dammit! "When is it going to be my turn?"

"Soon." He answers, as his hands drift away, and a moment later, his body does the same. "Or maybe... tomorrow, or the next day. Maybe never."

"No." I say. "I don't think so. More like in five seconds."

He gives me a slap on the ass, hard enough to make me jump. I whirl around, wondering how he got behind me so fast, opening my eyes and seeing him just standing there, with a devilish smile on his face.

"It's time for you to take off your clothes." He says. "And I'd like you to kneel down in front of the couch, and to stick your ass up in the air for me."

Finally, we're getting somewhere. I give Rudy my best bedroom eyes, right before I pull my shirt over my head, ball it up and throw it in his face. Take that, you tease! I can see that he didn't like it, but maybe that'll get him out of his little game, and mad enough to give me the wild fucking I need. "If you want my sweats off, you're just going to have to do it yourself."

He's caught off guard, for just a moment, before he decides to step in my direction. "How about we take each other's sweats off? At the same time?" He says, as he comes in close and wraps his arms around my waist.

His hands slide down to my sweatpants, feeling the swell of my ass, gripping it, and then I can feel him going past the fabric, and his fingers are on my bare flesh, and it feels so good that he's finally touching me where I want him to. I return the favor, sticking my own hands into his sweats, finding that his ass is meaty, and tight, and just to let him know that I'm not going to let him push me around anymore, I dig my nails into his butt, not harshly, but just hard enough to draw his attention.

Rudy doesn't seem as taken aback as I thought he'd be, though he does seem a little surprised that I've wrestled control away from him.

I ask, "You still think you can handle me?"

"Are you kidding?" He's smiling again, and I want to start kissing those cute dimples of his, and I will, in a second.

He says, "Here I am thinking that you're one of those girls who has to be led around a little bit, and I'm finding out I was wrong about that."

Deciding to turn the tables on him, I lean in close to his ear. "Grrrrr. I'm more of a tiger than you are."

He answers by pulling on my sweats, and they fall down to my ankles. I counter by pulling down on his, and even better, I've got his cock in my hand now. It's an average size, but it's thick like a fat piece of sausage, as thick as my wrist. It will do very nicely for what I have in mind. I have to do a double take, though, as I notice he's shaved all of his pubic hair off.

As if he's reading my mind, he shrugs and says. "The porn stars do it, so I thought, why not?"

I stroke it a little, relishing how smooth it looks, and how velvety soft it feels. I can already feel it going inside of me.

"What would you like to do next?" He asks.

"I want that licking you promised me when you came to the door." I say. "But I want to do some licking of my own, too."

"Okay." He agrees. "But I'm feeling kind of thirsty. You got anything to drink?"

"Are you serious?"

He nods, but he's grinning like he's up to something.

"I've got some iced tea in the fridge."

"Extra sweet?"

"Yeah, I guess." I say, and if that's all that's keeping me from sixty-nining this guy, then I'm going to go and get him some fucking iced tea. I almost drop the damn pitcher as I take it out, but I fill a glass all the way to the top so he won't be sending me back for seconds. I go back and hand him the glass, but he doesn't drink it right away. I notice that his shirt is off now, and I'm liking his muscles, too.

"Who's going to be on the bottom?" He asks.

"You are. Now hurry up and have your drink, and get down on the carpet."

"Okay." He says, and he takes a sip. I'm looking right at him as he tips the glass over on his chest, and lets the tea run down his skin toward his lower abdomen. Then, he lowers the glass, and puts his cock in it, until it's good and doused, and when he pulls it out he's got iced tea dripping off its end and onto the carpet.

Rudy sets the glass on an end table, and casually, he lies down on the emptiest part of the living room.

"What the hell did you just do?"

"A variation on the whipped cream scenario." He explains.

For a quick second I imagine my husband coming home early, and opening the door to find me and the next door neighbor eating each other out. The thought doesn't scare me a bit, and in fact it does the opposite. It thrills me, and I go right over and climb on Rudy's face wanting to suffocate him with my ass, and wondering just what iced tea flavored cock tastes like. A second later, he's in my mouth and he tastes so sweet and sticky, and I just want to lick him all over until he's cleaned up, and then I want to go back into the kitchen and bring out the whole fucking pitcher of iced tea, and dump it all over his body so I can start all over again.

And Rudy's back there squeezing my ass, licking the back of my thighs and deliberately keeping away from my cunt, but I don't care about that, not yet anyway, because I've got his cock right where I want it. I take in as much as I can, but it's so fat and the angle's so bad that I'm wondering if we should shift positions so I can swallow up even more of it.

Then Rudy pokes a thumb into me, and as he starts swirling around with it, he's licking all around the edges with his tongue, and he's so close to finding my clit, and when he does, I want to moan so bad I have to let go of what I'm squeezing into my mouth, and my voice comes out lusty and ragged.

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