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."