Girls Next Door Ch 02

All characters in this story are fictional and 18+

Girls Next Door Ch2

Things went quiet for a few months. It was winter. Kartia was driving in and out of the garage on weekdays. Peter knew because the garage door was noisy when it opened and closed. Lucinda returned to her normal nightclub escapades. Lorena (mom) stayed at arms length. Hugo became a problem. He was climbing on Peter's roof.

One Saturday morning while Peter was hanging up laundry on the indoor washing line in the garage, the door opened. This surprised him because Kartia usually went away for the weekend with mom. There she was, in light brown leather jacket, white sweatshirt and denim jeans. She usually wore her long blonde hair in a ponytail but today it was loose.

"Good morning Peter," she said as she entered the garage.

"Good morning Kartia."

"Lucinda has been bugging me lately. She thinks I'm a virgin. She keeps going on about how much sex she has and she has even done anal. She said it was sooo good. Is anal any good?"

"Kartia, you should have these discussions with your mother."

"You're kidding! What would mom know about anal? And that's the last thing I want to discuss with mom. She still thinks I'm a virgin."

"You're a beautiful young girl. You should get yourself a boyfriend and experiment. Are you asking about anal because you're not on birth control?"

"Mom has us on birth control. She's very organized. No unplanned pregnancies in our family. Have you done anal?"

"That's a very personal question, Kartia."

"Well have you?"

"Yes and it's highly overrated. Just enjoy vaginal until you want to try something new. Get yourself a boyfriend."

"I haven't found a boy I like."

"Have you had any sex?"

She slapped Peter on the arm, "You were an accident."

"I'm sorry. Vaginal sex is a lot better than that."

"The boys I meet are too immature and Lucinda takes the less immature ones," Kartia said giggling to herself.

"I hope you are enjoying the car."

"I liked it most the first time I drove it. It seemed more fun," she said as she walked to the driver door.

"Arrgghh! I have a flat tyre."

Peter stopped hanging up clothes to have a look. "Open the booth, I'll check the spare."

Peter collected the spare and the carjack, "The spare looks fine, but you'll need to put the flat tyre in for repair. I'll change the tyre and you can be on your way."

"Well, I'll finishing hanging up your laundry. We're like a couple."

Peter didn't say another word, he just worked on fitting the spare tyre. When the spare was fitted he placed the flat in the booth.

"There is a Tyre World not far from here. Take the flat there and he'll fix it. He has fixed my flats before."

"I've driven past that place. He's creepy. Will you come with me? It won't take long."

"Well, you've done a great job hanging up my laundry. I'll go with you. He'll think you're my daughter," Peter said jokingly.

"Thank you Daddy!" Kartia said as she threw her arms around Peter's neck and smooched him on the lips.

Peter was pleasantly surprised. He let her kiss him. He waited but she wasn't breaking the kiss. Her tongue clumsily probed at his mouth, like a first time teenager. He surrendered and kissed her back. The kiss became more intense. Her body pressed against his.

"Mmm..." she moaned as she pressed her breasts against his chest. Her nipples had become sensitive and were tingling.

The kiss was getting to Peter. He placed his hands inside Kartia's leather jacket and firmly massaged her perky breasts.

"Mmm..." she moaned again before breaking the kiss and looking at him. "I hope you don't mind I did that," she said as she stepped back.

Peter looked at her chest in horror, "I'm sorry, my hands are dirty, I dirtied your white sweatshirt."

"Oh No! This is worse than dirty, it has your hand prints on my breasts. Mom will freak out if she sees this in the wash."

"Take it off and I'll put it in my washer. You can pick it up after it has dried."

"We can deal with that after we have taken care of the tyre. Get in."

Kartia drove to the tyre repair shop in an irritated mood. When they reached the shop she parked the car and opened the booth.

"I'll take care of it," Peter said as he alighted from the car.

Peter removed the tyre from the booth and handed it in for repair.

Kartia heard the creep say, "That your girlfriend? You've done well for an old geezer. She's hot. You cradle snatching teens?"

When Peter returned to the car. Kartia was even more pissed off.

"I heard what he said. Why didn't you tell him I'm not your girlfriend?"

"I didn't think of it. Well actually, I was proud to be linked to a trophy."

"You think I'm a trophy? You're old enough to be my dad."

"Do you think your mom is old?"

"No, but she needs a man, bad. She browses our CCTV recordings everyday and I think it is to see what you're up to. She's probably checking you out."

"We better get back before she gets suspicious. I can't afford to let anyone else think you're my trophy," Peter said with a chuckle.

"In your dreams," Kartia said cruelly.

When they returned to the garage, Kartia removed her top and handed it to Peter. She was wearing a white t-shirt bra underneath.

"Just leave it on your laundry line and I'll get it when it's dry. Mom will be watching this, so I better button up my jacket when I return home."

When Kartia returned home two of Lucinda's friends were visiting.

'Hi Kartia. Were you visiting next door?" One of the friends asked.

"Oh I had a flat tyre and Peter went with me to the repair shop."

"We saw him last Saturday night at the pizzeria. He's gorgeous, but he's too old for you." She quipped.

Kartia shrugged her shoulders.

"We'll be going to see a band at the Corner Hotel. Peter goes there sometimes. Maybe we'll bump into him," Lucinda said looking at her friends.

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Peter did go to see a band that evening. The Corner Hotel is within walking distance, just around the corner. He bought a beer and found a quiet spot from where he could drink and listen to the band. He had settled in for a quiet night when in walks Lucinda and her friends.

They were wearing their rock chick outfits. They bought themselves bourbon and cola drinks. They looked like they were out to have a good time. They stood in front of the stage but to the side corner. It wasn't long before one of them had to go to the toilet. She walked to the rear of the room passing Peter on the way. She recognized him, smiled and nodded as she walked past. He did the same, wondering if she had mistaken him for someone else.

On the way back she stopped and said, "Are you Lucinda's neighbour?"

"Yes I am, if we are speaking of the same Lucinda."

"We are standing at the front. Why don't you come and join us?"

"Sure," Peter said, walking behind her.

Lucinda's eyes lit up when she saw Peter. "Hi! I'm so glad you're here," she said exicitedly before giving him a hug greeting. "These are my friends Irina and Milana, and this is my neighbour Peter."

"Pleased to meet you," they said as they shook hands.

Peter checked them out. Lucinda was in black skinny jeans with a white tank top; Irina was a brunette in maroon coloured t-shirt and grey miniskirt; and Milana was a blonde in white t-shirt, denim cutoff jeans and a red jacket.

"You like this band too?" Lucinda asked.

"I've never heard them before. I just drop in from time to time to check out what's playing. Unfortunately I'm at the age where I don't go out to hear bands as much as I did when I was young."

"No! You're still young. Go for it. We're here most Saturdays, you should join us."

"You're very generous Lucinda."

Peter caught Irina's eyes, she was leaning with her back against the front of the stage, she smiled at him. He smiled back.

The band arrived on stage. Irina continued to face away from the stage, eyeballing Peter. Peter smiled and flirted with her. The band started playing, she turned around and faced the stage.

Maturity gives a better appreciation of the opposite sex. Peter was standing behind the girls and loved the look and smell of them.

Irina was tall. In her heels she was taller than Peter. She looked very athletic. Her thighs and booty looked well toned. Big in the hips.

Milana was the prettiest. She had a baby face. Long honey blonde hair with big grey eyes. A soft round face with large plump lips made for kissing.

At the end of the first set Peter asked, "I'm going to get a drink. Would you girls like another drink?"

"Yes please. Three bourbon and coke," replied Lucinda.

"I'll come help you carry the drinks," Irina volunteered.

"Thank you," Peter said as he waited for Irina to walk by his side.

"Are you enjoying the show?"

"Yes. They are a very visual band. Good to watch."

There was a crush of people ordering drinks at the bar.

"Just as well you are with me. It would be difficult carrying four drinks in this crowd without spilling any," Peter spoke over his shoulder to Irina standing behind him.

Irina leant into Peter as he spoke. Her breasts pressed against his back. She was touchy feely. When Peter was eventually served he handed two drinks to Irina and carried the other two himself.

Peter handed a drink to Lucinda and Irina handed a drink to Milana.

"Thank you for the drinks. We'll pay you later," Lucinda said before they all took large gulps of their drinks.

Peter was only half way into his beer when he saw they had finished their drinks; and the band were still on their break. He quickly finished his beer and asked if they wanted another drink. Of course they did. Peter collected the glasses from the girls and Irina accompanied him once more.

This time there was no crush at the bar. Peter stood at the bar waiting to be served.

Irina pressed up behind him, her arms around his waist. She rested her chin on his shoulder and said, "I hope you don't mind me cuddling you. I had a couple of drinks before coming here and I feel happy."

Peter turned his head to respond and his lips almost met hers.

"I'm glad you're happy," he managed to say.

Irina took more liberties by hooking her arms around Peter's chest. She lined up her pussy with Peter's butt and pressed herself against him.

Peter was loving her touchy feely nature. It felt good to have a nymphet hanging off him.

"Mmmm..." she moaned.

Her taunt body felt fabulous locked against his.

The bartender served Peter the drinks a little to soon for his liking.

He gave two of the drinks to Irina and carried the other two himself. His hands were shaking as he walked back.

Irina handed a drink to Lucinda and took a few steps away to lean against the side wall.

Peter handed a drink to Milana.

"Thank you Peter. I really need this drink. That's two drinks I owe you," Milana said looking him in the eyes and smiling.

"Don't worry about it," Peter said giving Milana a tap on the shoulder.

Leaning against the wall, Irina nonchalantly sipped her drink while watching Peter.

Peter looked at her and crossed the space to be next to her.

The band stepped back on stage. Irina turned her head away and returned to the front of the stage, leaving Peter stranded in space.

Peter leant against the side wall and drank his beer. "She's such a tease," he thought to himself.

At the end of the first song, Irina looked over at Peter leaning against the wall. She stepped over to him sheepishly, "Come and stand next to me," she suggested.

Peter stood still and looked at her. Not knowing what to make of it.

Irina took his hand and lead him to the front of the stage. She stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his body, like she did when he was at the bar. Her head rested on his shoulder, her hands gently rubbing his chest. Then one hand dropped to his stomach while the other rubbed his chest.

Peter was loving the feel of her touch. Her pussy pressed up against his butt; her perky tits pushed against his back and her hands all over his chest. Her breath on his ear was getting hotter and hotter as her hands seemed to be drifting lower. Her right hand drifted down to his crotch. She rubbed it until a lump developed. It became hot and hard. She cupped her fingers around the width and tugged on it. She reached the stage where she knew the cock was too big to be in his pants.

"Why didn't you follow me to the stage earlier?" She said as she nuzzled his ear. "Oh, never mind. Come with me," Irina said as she took Peter by the hand and lead him to the rear of the room. All the patrons had congregated to the front, leaving the back of the venue empty and dark.

Irina shoved Peter against the back wall and covered his mouth with hers. Her kiss was deep and passionate. There was no technique. She was just licking and sucking on his face.

Peter guided her to his mouth and played with her tongue. He put his hands on her soft perky breasts and massaged them. They began to swell and get firm. He felt her nipples get hard. He pinched and rubbed them.

Irina broke her kiss and turned her head to the side. Her breasts had become very sensitive, she was breathing heavily.

She dropped her right hand to his crotch and felt for the zipper. She unzipped him and tugged out his semi-erect cock. She spat on her hand and proceeded to give him a handjob. She looked down at his expanding cock as she tugged on it. She liked the feel of it. Long, not fat.

Peter took her face in his hands and kissed her mouth. She didn't kiss back. He licked her lips anyway and put his hand under her skirt. She turned her body slightly to give better access to her sex. He cupped his fingers over her panty covered pussy. He rubbed her down there. He felt her heat and wetness. He massaged her swollen vulva.

She moaned and kissed him hard, "You want a quickie?" She whispered.

"Yes," he replied.

She immediately pressed against him. She spread her legs and pulled her panty aside. She moved her hips and rubbed the tip of Peter's cock on her sex hole.

This was happening very fast. Peter pumped prematurely and missed. She took a breath and eased her hips forward. She guided the tip of his cock to her hot wet spot. There was a satisfying squelch as his cock head lodged in her vagina.

She let go of her panty and held his face in her hands. She licked his lips.

He cupped his arms behind her and pulled her towards him. His tongue played with hers, as his cock slowly slid up into her hole. He humped her slowly. His cock was half way in. He rose onto his toe as he pumped her but was not able to sink it all in.

To get more cock inside her, Irina spread her legs wider and jutted her hips forwards. It lowered her vagina for better penetration.

Peter placed his hands on her hips and pushed in all the way. He was now able to hit her clitoris. He ground his cock against her.

She moved her hips to massage his cock with her cunt. She sighed as she settled into being impaled, her rhythm getting faster and faster.

Peter was up with the tempo. This wasn't some slow fuck. This was fast and furious. He pumped her hard and fast. He pulled her body against him and raised himself onto his toes, as he rammed his cock into her.

Irina wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly. Her body tensed up, she wrapped her right leg around his calf. Her pussy squeezed his cock as she groaned.

He felt her coming. He pumped short and fast, his body went rigid and his stiff cock stood up in Irina's pussy. His tip tingled and he pumped his spunk into her. He wanted to do that all evening. His stored up cum flooded her vaginal canal and started to trickle out when his withdrew his limp dick.

She gave him a kiss and readjusted her panty and skirt. Leaving the semen to collect on her panty shield. They didn't say a word. It was quick.

When they returned to the front of the stage it was as if nothing had happened. Lucinda and Milana were dancing to the band, and Irina and Peter simply joined them in the dance.

When the band finished their gig, most of the patrons left. The bar was shutting down, so they decided to kick on. Lucinda suggested a late night nightclub.

"I'll return home and chill out. You three can kick on for the rest of the night."

"Aww...you aren't coming with us?" Milana said with a frown.

"I'm sorry Milana, I'm not an all night party guy. You girls would have more fun without me."

"ffftt..." said Irina as they turned and walked away.

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Things went quiet until summer. One Saturday morning Peter's door bell rang. It was Milana. She wasn't dressed up. She was wearing denim jeans, white pullover and no makeup. She still looked great.

"Hi Peter. I hope I'm not intruding on you, but I have a spare Taylor Swift ticket for tonight if you want to go with me."

"I'd love to go with you. How did you end up with a spare ticket?

"All my friends already have tickets. This was my boyfriend's ticket but we broke up this week."

"Are you okay about that?"

"Going to the show with you? I've traded up!"

"Then it's a date. How much do I owe you for the ticket?"

"Don't worry about it. I got it for free," Milana said as she handed Peter the ticket and walked away.

"Oh Milana, you want me to pick you up or meet you at the stadium?" Peter called out to her.

She turned around and walked back.

"We'll be going with Lucinda and Irina. The show starts at 6.20pm. We'll be walking from here at around 5.00. I'll pick you up when we are leaving. Is that okay?"

"That's good with me. I'll see you then."

Early evening and Peter's doorbell rang.

"Are you ready?" Milana asked when he answered the door. She was dressed in a white cotton lace top without a bra, with denim miniskirt and striped multi coloured knee length socks, with red and white tennis shoes. She wore little make up and it suited her baby face.

"Yep, let's go," Peter said.

Lucinda and Irina were exiting next door with a couple of young guys.

"Here's my date people," announced Milana.

"Peter! Are you coming with us?" The ever excitable Lucinda asked.

"Yes, Milana and I are on a date."

"Why didn't you tell us Milana?" Irina asked inquiringly of Milana.

"I like to keep some things secret," Milana replied.

"Well, Milana has done well on the rebound. We should introduce our dates," Lucinda indicated, "My boyfriend Harry and Irina's boyfriend, Will. This is our neighbour Peter."

There was a huge crowd at the stadium. When they entered the stadium they split up to go to their seats. Lucinda and Irina went off together towards the front stage seats; while Milana walked with Peter towards the stadium walkway for the bleacher seats.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you. My ex bought these tickets. They are the cheap seats. We'll be on the top deck watching Taylor Swift on the Big Screen."

"It's okay. I've watched football from up there. We'll be fine. We'll be closer to the stars."

She put her arms around his waist and gave him a hug.

"Let's get something to eat and drink before we go to our seats," Peter suggested.

They arrived at their seats carrying hotdogs and chips and beers. The seats were corner seats in the last row. Thankfully it was on the aisle.

The stadium was still filling up when they were seated. Milana sat on the aisle seat. They settled in and were enjoying their food and drink, when the attendees for the seats next to them arrived. They were a group of 3 women aged 30 something, in full Swiftie regalia. The woman who sat next to Peter was a stunner in a miniskirt, and she wasn't shy about showing her legs off either.

By the time the support act had finished, so had the food and drink.