Neighbourly Differences Ch. 04

Emily returned from a morning run, her feet on autopilot as her mind was busy thinking about Tom's fantasy. And her fantasies as well, at this point. There was no denying she'd gotten caught up in it. She still couldn't get Bill out of her head over two weeks since they'd called off the deal for good. She was also still waking up wet and horny after dreams of being powerless under Langdon's advances, him having his way with her body as she was held firmly under him. And then Bill was there, pulling the aggressor off her, only to take his place, showing him how to really please Emily with his superior tool. The superior male, the conqueror. Some nights it was Tom being pulled off her as he ineffectually tried to get into her pants. She'd then look over and laugh at him as he jerked his little dick as he watched Bill split her open with his industrial grade weapon.

Lost in thought, she almost knocked Asha over as she approached the apartment.

"Oh hi!" she said with a big smile as she came to a stop, breathing heavily, always happy to run into the seemingly worldly yet still young and attractive women.

"Hello neighbour! Man, I wish I had your motivation to keep in shape!" Asha replied, looking Emily's physique up and down enviously. "Speaking of, I noticed old Bill hasn't been appreciating it lately. What the hell did you do to get him to shut up and stop cat calling you?"

Emily was glad her face was already red so she didn't show her embarrassment. "Oh, umm, I think Tom went and had a word with him..."

"What's he got, a connection with the mob or something?" Asha said with a laugh. "Oh well, at least you can go for a run in peace now!"

"Haha, yep, it's nice..."

Asha giggled. "I bet you kind of miss it, don't you? A little confidence boost every morning?"

"What? No! I'd never-" Emily spluttered, trying her best to sound indignant.

"Come on, I saw you bring out your hottest workout gear to get his attention! And now that Tom's put an end to the positive feedback you're back in your grandma outfits!" Asha teased.

Emily stood there with her mouth hanging open, feeling like she'd still managed to turn even redder. She was shocked Asha had been so observant! She was lucky Asha hadn't fully worked out what had been going on the last few weeks.

Asha laughed and put her hand on Emily's shoulder. "Aw honey, you really thought I wouldn't notice? But seriously, no hate from me, the worlds a better place when good looking young women like us can show off what they've got for a cheap thrill, even if it's for the benefit of mean old men." She continued on her way, apparently happy to leave Emily standing with her mouth open in her wake. "Anyway, I'll see you around, hopefully in one of those newer running outfits!" she couldn't help but turn around and add with a wink and a final grin before she disappeared around the corner.

Emily slammed her mouth shut, halfway between angry at herself for lack of awareness, and relieved that Asha didn't seem disappointed in her for showing off to Bill. She wondered what she would think if she knew the whole story! Emily headed into her apartment, her mind still reeling from the revelation that she hadn't managed to be as secretive as she'd thought.

The next morning found Emily heading to the gym in her skimpiest workout outfit. She'd told Tom she was wearing it because her other good ones were in the wash, and the one's she had left were too old and daggy. He didn't ask why she was worried about her gym clothes being too old all of a sudden, instead just swallowing nervously and shifting in his seat at the table.

Emily discreetly kept an eye on Bill as she passed by his house. She saw him looking her up and down hungrily, before seemingly remembering what had happened and looking down, a crude remark dying in his throat. On the walk home she'd given her hips an extra swing as she walked by Bill, smirking at giving him an even better show of what he couldn't have.

That night, Emily went out for drinks with some girlfriends she'd made in one of her classes. She was finally catching up on the socialising she'd missed out on while she'd been using all her spare time and head space on Tom's fantasy. She wore a cute dress she'd found at an op shop a year or so ago, and had altered a little to fit her better. It used to be Tom's favourite, as it showed off her curves the best, though it was nothing compared to what Tom had bought for her recently.

Nothing that crazy had happened during the evening, though Emily enjoyed the social time with other girls around her age. She got home a little after eleven, feeling quite tipsy, the last to get dropped off by the shared uber. She was feeling good, the buzz from a successful social outing matching the buzz of the alcohol. She fumbled with the key in the door as she pulled her shoes off. Suddenly the door was pulled open and she almost fell through it. She looked up and saw Tom standing there, lit from behind by the streetlights shining through the window, the room behind otherwise in darkness.

"Oh thanks baby," she said with a laugh at her clumsiness.

"Where have you been?" Tom asked brusquely.

Emily took a moment to catch on to Tom's dour mood. The smile slowly left her face as she tried to figure what on earth he could be upset about. "Umm, I just went out with some girls from uni, I said so just before I left..."

"No you didn't, you just said you were 'going out for some drinks'."

"Well sorry, I thought I'd already mentioned who I was going with. And anyway, why didn't you ask me then who I was going with?" Emily asked, starting to get annoyed at Tom's sudden random outburst.

"Because I wasn't worried earlier, but then I saw Bill leave just after you did. And he was out the whole night, he still hasn't gotten back. So I thought that maybe you and him..." He came to a faltering stop, seeming to suddenly realise what he sounded like, a sheepish look appearing on his face.

Suddenly they heard the sound of an old car as twin beams of light splashed across their kitchen. They looked out the window to see Bill pulling into his driveway. They looked back at each other, and a grin slowly curled Emily's lips. She had thought up the perfect way to get at Tom for his attempt to dash her good mood out of the blue, and her alcohol soaked mind didn't want to consider any consequences.

"Oh, were you worried that I'd snuck off on a secret date because I couldn't keep myself away from our big dicked neighbour? That I was off letting him ply me with drinks so he could seduce me into letting him tear off my clothes and then tear me apart with that huge, girthy cock of his?"

"Uhh, what? No, of course not," Tom said, looking down guiltily. "I was just, ah, worried that he..."

"Worried that I was letting our mean, old neighbour fuck me silly, that his massive dick was making me forget that you even existed?" Emily continued breathily, ignoring Tom's poor attempt at an explanation.

Tom looked back up with wide eyes, finally catching on to what Emily was doing. "Oh"

"It must have been torture for you, sitting here for hours, picturing all the ways that the old creep was conquering my hot little body, getting to experience everything you'd only ever got to dream of." She reached out and grabbed his rapidly hardening dick. She looked up and looked into his wide eyes, a wicked smirk on her face. "Bedroom. Now."

He practically ran to the bedroom, as Emily quickly turned to lock the door before following him. She found him lying back on the bed, his fly already unzipped. His eyes followed her as she strode up to the end of the bed.

"Well, come on, get that puny dick of yours out."

Tom hurriedly followed her orders, not even pausing at the insult to his manhood. Emily crawled up the bed on top of him, her back arched, her eyes locked on him like a predator. "So," she said, sitting back to straddle his thighs, her hands either side of his throbbing cock, "tell me what that filthy mind of yours was imagining your poor, innocent girlfriend was up to."

"I imagined that, umm, that Bill took you to a seedy pub, and showed you off to all the gross old guys there."

"Oh yeah, did you like picturing me in your favourite dress, clutched to the side of Bill as he gorged himself on all the jealous looks from all the guys there?"

Tom moaned his approval.

Emily trailed her hands across his hips to his cock, before lightly running her nails up its length, eliciting another moan from Tom. "What did you imagine happened after that? Did he grope me in front of everyone? Did he get me to twerk and shake my tits for all the guys? Or maybe he made me go and flirt with other men to get them to buy me free drinks?" She saw Tom's eyes widen. "Oh, did I get it right baby?" she asked with a grin, trailing her fingers absentmindedly along his cock again. "But I bet just flirting wouldn't be enough. What else would I have to do just to get some cheap, shitty beer that Bill was too much of a tightwad to pay for himself?"

Emily paused and looked at him expectantly, one eyebrow raised questioningly.

"Oh fuck babe, I imagined them grabbing your tits, and grabbing your ass and trying to kiss you, and trying to put their hands down the top of your dress, and into your panties."

Emily let out a theatrical moan, grinding subtly into Tom's leg. "What panties was I wearing?" she asked lustily, resuming her light, teasing stroking of his now twitching cock.

"The new ones we bought," he said with a moan.

A wicked grin spread over Emily's face. "You mean these ones?" she asked, lifting up her dress to reveal the small, see through underwear. In actual fact she'd decided to wear them mostly for the minimal panty line in the tighter fitting dress, though the thrill of wearing them out after two weeks of sexual frustration did help in the decision. She didn't tell Tom any of that though, instead smirking as he moaned again. They both looked down at his cock pulsing, looking like it was on the verge of erupting.

"So," Emily said, bouncing up and down gently on his legs and giving him an innocent looking smile, "what happened next? Surely all those rough men in a seedy bar aren't going to let me get away with just teasing them, right?" She bit down on her finger as if lost in thought, casually reaching out with her other hand to just lightly brush the underside of the head of his cock back and forward. "I wonder what they did? Do you think they'd try and pin me to the bar, tear all my clothes off as Bill watched?"

Tom groaned and closed his eyes, the muscles in his neck tensing up.

"Of course, I'd fight back. Or at least pretend to, just to make it more fun for them. And so that when they eventually get those big, filthy cocks into me they are extra rough." She leaned in, the fabric of her dress brushing his trembling cock, her lips brushing his ear.. "Because this is secretly what I wanted all along when I started teasing them," she whispered into his ear.

Tom let out a half yelp, half moan, and she felt his cock jumping against her stomach, followed soon after by a wetness soaking through the material. She jumped back up and looked down at the stain on her dress.

"Oh my gosh Tom, you stained my favourite dress! I can't believe you got so excited hearing about your virgin girlfriend getting raped!"

Tom looked up at Emily with worried confusion until he saw the grin slowly forming at the corners of her mouth. He smiled back at her and let his head fall back, his eyelids already dropping in post orgasm weariness.

"Well, almost virgin girlfriend," Emily said pointedly. Tom moaned, his dick giving one last twitch. She rolled off him and pulled her dress over head. She grabbed her pyjamas and took them into the bathroom to get changed, before snuggling up against Tom to fall into a deep sleep.

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Emily woke up the next morning alone in the bed, feeling a little rough from how much she had drunk the night before. She blearily looked at her phone for the time and saw it was already almost nine, meaning Tom would have left for his early class. She rubbed her eyes and thought back to the previous night. She smiled remembering the fun she'd had with her new friends, glad that she'd managed to find a good social group despite her mind having been distracted by things other than classmates in the first couple of weeks.

Then she thought back to what had happened when she got home. Tom had been so worried, the mind games she'd played on him had obviously planted a seed of distrust in his mind. She couldn't believe that he had really thought that she was sneaking off on a date with Bill, just because they'd left at around the same time! She wasn't sure if she should feel bad about it, seeing as he also seemed to get so turned on by the worry, by the paranoia.

And then she had basically admitted to having enjoyed being raped by Langdon! If you could even call it rape. And Tom seemed to get turned on by that revelation, instantly cumming without any real stimulation. Though, to be fair, she had brought him right to the edge beforehand, she thought to herself with a smile. The smile quickly left her face when her mind turned to worrying about what Tom might be thinking right now. What must he be thinking now that he wasn't horny? Now that he had had time to think about what she had said? Well whatever, she thought to herself, he was the one who started this whole thing!

Not wanting to think about it any further, Emily rolled out of bed, grunting at the unpleasant feeling this caused in her head. She saw the dress crumpled on the floor and groaned. She bent down and grabbed it and quickly chucked it into the washing machine on a soak load, hoping it wouldn't be stained. Then she finally headed into the kitchen and grabbed herself a glass of water. When the water hit her stomach it only brought her attention to how hungry she was. She stood in the middle of the kitchen, hoping that her miserable state would cause some passing deity to apparate her a hearty breakfast. When that plan didn't work, she finally mustered the energy and cooked herself some bacon and eggs, which she wolfed down.

Finally feeling human again, she had a quick shower and got dressed. Deciding that she should just assume Tom was still enjoying the teasing, she wore her shortest pair of regular shorts, some denim ones she'd found at the op shop some time ago but had never worn, and a mildly cropped top. She smirked thinking of the effect even this mild outfit would have on Tom. He would instantly wonder if she was wearing it to impress Bill. He would probably wonder if she'd popped over there for a quickie this morning, Emily thought to herself with a laugh.

As she headed off to the university campus, she couldn't help but notice Bill seated in his usual position on his front verandah. She imagined Tom was watching and put an extra swing in her hips for Bill.

She had the same period off for lunch as Tom, so she met him at a nice bench in an out of the way area of the campus. As she walked up to him his eyes widened slightly as he took in her outfit, as she hadn't worn anything showy in the last few weeks.

"Hey Em, ah, how was your morning?" he asked distractedly as he looked her up and down.

She grinned at him. "Oh not too bad, woke up with a bit of a hangover."

They continued chatting as they ate, Tom seeming a little more distracted than usual. Emily felt a thrill, knowing it was because he was imagining Bill getting to see her as she'd walked past in her outfit that morning.

As she sat through the rest of her classes that afternoon, she thought about teasing Tom again. Should she message Bill and ask him to head out at the same time as her again? Just the idea of messaging Bill again got her pussy excited. Was it because she knew it would undoubtedly escalate again? That soon she would be going over to his house to get a rise out of Tom. And then, she knew deep down, she wouldn't be able to keep herself away from that enormous cock, she would soon be lying naked on Bill's crusty bedsheets, letting him force his girthy tool into her tight pussy.

No, she decided, she couldn't bring Bill back into it when Tom still thought she was mildly traumatised by what Bill had let happen to her. She'd just have to keep teasing Tom on her own, hoping that the opportunity would present itself to make it look like she'd snuck off with Bill again in the future.

Two days later, on Friday morning she was back wearing her skimpy workout outfits on her way to the gym. Bill still didn't say anything as she passed him by on the way to and back from the gym, but she could feel his eyes drilling into her exposed flesh. She felt a warm sensation flood through her body at the feeling, radiating out from where she could imagine his eyes drilling into her exposed ass, her pussy clenching with need. She walked back into the apartment to find Tom just finishing up making breakfast. He looked her up and down, his emotions unreadable. He met her eyes, but she still couldn't tell what he was thinking. Her stomach began churning with anxiety, worried that she'd gone too far.

She looked down and noticed his dick slowly hardening, pushing up the material of his pyjama pants. She looked back up at him and smirked. "Morning baby, thanks for cooking me brekky!" She sauntered over and brushed past him to serve herself a plate of scrambled eggs and chorizo, making sure to rub herself against him several more times as she did.

"So, ah, how was the gym?" he asked, as he tried to appear casual as he leant against the bench.

Emily grinned to herself. "Not too bad, though I definitely feel like I catch more guys staring at me in this outfit though..."

"Oh yeah? Did anyone say anything to you?"

"Nuh."

"Even on the, um, on the way there or back?"

Emily laughed. "No, even Bill seems to be keeping quiet."

"Oh, that's good then!" he said, not quite keeping the disappointment out of his voice. "I thought I should just check, in case you needed me to go have a word with him. After everything that happened," he hurriedly added.

Emily grinned to herself, now sure that she could continue with her teasing. That was it for this morning though, she wanted to let him get worked up a little before she gave him any release. She sat down at the table with her plate, pondering what she should do next.

As it happened, the next opportunity presented itself that afternoon. Not long after Tom got back from uni, Emily saw Bill haul himself into his truck and creakily reverse onto the street, before heading off, a cloud of diesel fumes in his wake. She surreptitiously glanced over to Tom, and saw that he had also noted Bill's departure. She waited a few minutes before retrieving her phone and pretending to be absorbed in a text conversation. A few minutes later she wandered over to Tom.

"Hey babe, is it all good if I borrow the car this arvo? I'm just going to meet up with a friend to do some study."

Tom looked up at her, a slightly wild, suspicious look in his eyes. "Oh, umm, sure honey," he replied with a tinge of worry in his voice.

"Thanks!" she said with a big grin on her face, before quickly pretending to fire off one last text and bouncing out the door.

She started up the car and drove off in the same direction as Bill had headed. However, she pulled over and parked just around the corner. She turned off the car and sat back, her heart racing. She thought about what Tom must be thinking right now. The uncertainty must be driving him wild!

The excitement didn't last long however, and soon she was feeling a little bored, wondering how long Bill was going to be out. She planned to wait for him to get back, then head home herself a few minutes later, to make Tom extra suspicious. Eventually she pulled out her phone and began scrolling through social media.