Neighbors Ch. 01

"OK?" His voice sends a shiver through me. I wonder briefly what his story is. Why he seems to only speak in monosyllables. But I'm too tired to entertain these thoughts for long.

I close my eyes for a moment, my body totally depleted of energy. When I open them, he's standing in the same place, looking at me with an expression that's hard for me to read. Concern?

Suddenly, a wave of loneliness hits me, and the last thing I want is to be left by myself right now.

"You can sit with me for a while, if you want," I offer through half-closed eyes. He doesn't answer, just continues to look at me with that unreadable expression.

I backpedal drowsily. "Or, not. But thank you for helping me, either way."

My eyes droop closed, and I feel a weight sink onto the couch next to me. His hand comes to my ankle, covered with the throw, his touch hesitant.

Instinctively, I extend my feet forward. As they land in his lap, I'm already hurtling into an exhausted sleep, so my body can recover from the trauma of the panic attack.

***

Ben

My mind whirls with confusion as I try to process how I got here. Sitting on one end of Cassie's couch, her sleeping body stretched out, her blanket-covered feet in my lap.

I'd been watching out my window, as usual, when I saw her walk out of her apartment. I didn't like the pale set of her face, and when she collapsed to the ground next to her car, I was out the door like a shot and at her side in minutes.

I think she had a panic attack, but I'm not sure. I don't have any experience with them myself, but I am familiar with the symptoms and it seems logical.

And then, I notice another strange new sensation coursing through my body. I catalogue it and use the same logical approach that I do with work to deduce what it is.

I don't like the idea that she was in distress. I don't like the idea that whatever happened was so intense that it caused her to collapse. I don't like the idea that her soft, smooth skin came into contact with the hard ground as she collapsed. I don't like that her body underwent such trauma that she is now deeply asleep.

I more than dislike it. I HATE it. I want to gnash my teeth because she's experiencing this. I want to bear it for her.

My eyes widen as I come to a conclusion: I'm feeling worry and protectiveness toward Cassie.

I'm experiencing so many firsts it makes my head spin. I've developed an instant obsession with my neighbor, this beautiful creature who makes me want to leave my house, makes me want to speak, makes me FEEL.

Her feet twitch in my lap, drawing my attention. In her sleep, she shifts, making a sighing noise, and then snuggling deeper into the blanket. Her motion causes her feet to run over the crotch of my track pants, and my dick jumps to attention.

I'm as hard as stone within seconds. Her feet rest atop the growing bulge in my pants, exerting enough pressure to drive me out of my mind with the knowledge that Cassie's foot is touching my cock. Well, through my pants, anyway.

I shift almost imperceptibly under her foot, and the tiny bit of friction makes my cock jerk. I need more but... what if she wakes up? She almost caught me as it was last night.

Regardless of what my brain is saying, my body isn't listening. All the blood has rushed to the steel pipe in my pants and all I can do is rock subtly, overwhelmed with the need to come.

With every shift, she unknowingly rubs her feet up and down my thick shaft, working me into a frenzy. Frantically I move her feet to the side, pull my track pants and boxers down enough for my dick to spring out. Then I pull the blanket back slightly to expose her bare feet, and move them back onto my lap. Her flesh touches my cock for the first time and the pleasure is so intense I nearly explode right then.

I resume my shifting, working my hardness between her feet, creating a little space for myself to rock into. I bite down on the inside of my cheek, hard, to keep from releasing a deep moan. Her small, smooth feet provide such a sweet alcove for me to slide into over and over until my entire body quakes and I'm coming, harder than I ever have in my life, thick white fluid pumping out of me and dirtying her gorgeous feet.

I catch my breath for a moment, my body flush with pleasure and sated in a way I've never felt before.

I look over and she's still fast asleep. I'm a lucky motherfucker that she slept through that.

I slowly extricate myself from under her feet and pad into the kitchen to find something to mop up the mess. As I look through her drawers, my eyes land on a set of two keys on a single metal ring. A set of spare keys.

I shove them into the pocket of my track pants and then, not finding paper towels, grab tissue from the bathroom instead. I clean myself and then go back to the couch and carefully clean her feet. Then, I cover them with the blanket again.

As I walk out the door, I pat my pocket with her spare keys in it.