My Older Neighbor

Brian and I have been together for almost a year. We go to the same college, but he's 2 years ahead of me and still in the dorms. I live in a shared house, off campus, a few minutes away.

Brian has been jealous of one of my roommates, Jason, because I've told Brian about how Jason walks around without a shirt on. Jason and I talk sometimes, and I will totally admit he is an attractive guy, but nothing has happened between us.

Recently, Brian and I fought because he wouldn't believe me and Jason were just friends. He gave me the silent treatment for a few days, then texted, saying I should wait while he thinks about if we are the right fit.

We had been through this before. I had already waited long enough.

My neighbor lives alone in the house opposite of mine. I'd guess he's 35ish. He, also, often happens to be shirtless, especially when working around his yard.

I've noticed he works in his yard a lot.

For some reason, Brian was never worried about my neighbor like he was with Jason.

After my breakup, my neighbor happened to shirtlessly bump into me (or maybe me to him) while we were both getting our mail from our shared box.

He reached over my shoulder to unlock his mailbox, and I could smell the sweat from his forearm.

We chatted a bit, and I mentioned how loud it was in my house with 5 roommates.

He kindly offered his house, just for me, as a quiet place to study.

Maybe it was his decisiveness, or maybe it was the way his t-shirt was practically stretched by his shoulders, but I had already made my decision when I saw him through my window.

I lightly suggested now was a great time to study. He smiled, flashing perfect white teeth, and told me to lead the way. I wondered if he was only letting me walk in front of him to look at my ass, since I was wearing leggings with nothing underneath.

He didn't ask why I wasn't stopping to get my backpack or laptop.

When we got inside, he led me into his bedroom and started kissing me. My hands trailed down his abs. I used both hands to feel through his pants if he was hard - which quickly turned into astonishment at how hard he was.

He used one hand to rub me through my leggings and, with an almost gentlemanly restrained-yet-growling tone, revealed how he had wanted to rip them off since he had watched me move in.

I could feel myself blush and pulled his hand up to my mouth to suck on his fingers.

"Since I had moved in?", I thought. How could a man so forthright have waited so many months to make his move?

I stared into his eyes, daring him to pull my leggings off. As if he knew, he gave me another kiss and turned me around, bending me over against the bed.

He roughly pulled my leggings down and off. He got closer and I felt him rub his hands against me, then his cock, pressing it up against the outside of my pussy.

Half of me was still holding back: I couldn't believe I had gone from meeting to this guy to fucking him in less than five minutes. My sweater had fallen up and bunched halfway against my chest.

Still, I could feel my neighbor's cock gently opening my pulsing, begging pussy. There was only one final question. Did I want or need this?

I didn't wait to answer.

I spread my legs a bit more and held my face against the bed.

All I could focus on was how hard his cock was. He pressed it slightly into me, spreading me, then pushed fully in, fucking me, a few slow thrusts, then quickly, faster, pressing his weight in fully with every stroke.

I felt myself pressing back against him, wanting more. His moaning turned me on and only increased my confidence. I knew he must have seen me more than just on that day I moved in. My window faced his house, and I had never been too careful while changing. Could he have watched me from across the street?

My entire body was so hot as he fucked me. Waves kept building. Throbbing. His grip was so tight around my waist while the waves continued building to a peak. I buried my head further in the bed and barely held myself up as I orgasmed.

My wetness smeared onto my thighs as he continued to fuck me, deep, pushing in quick and slower out, holding me tight with his hands. He was in total control of my body. It felt like he was gripping my waist hard enough to leave marks, but I could also feel him rubbing my waist and legs, and ass, all over.

His breath on my neck was hot as he leaned in to tell me how good my pussy felt for him.

The only words I could form were "Keep going."

After another wave of immobilizing pleasure, I was able to hold myself up with my hands and arch my back, gripping the sheets to rock back against him, hard, as he pounded into me. I couldn't stop.

He told me I was such a good girl and that I knew exactly how to please him.

He said he was going to cum and fill me up.

I eagerly braced myself on the bed with my forearms, rocking back and forth as we moved faster.

It was ecstasy.

His grip on my waist tightened to an unbearable squeeze as he leaned in and finally came inside of me. He pressed all the way into me, purposefully, over and over, until he was finished. I twisted in pleasure and finally collapsed onto the bed.

He laid down on his back, next to me. Gently, he moved my hair out my face and whispered.

"I loved how you moved with me. You're such a good girl."

I stared into his eyes again. Noticing his slight 5'oclock shadow, I gently grabbed his face.

"A good girl?", I said, amused. "What else?"

He thought for a moment and stared back, into me.

"I can't wait to use your pussy even more."

I realized my lip had been bitten one too many times. He kissed my forehead, then, more slowly, my mouth. I kissed back.

That night, I went back to my house, my body humming. I locked my door and fell asleep, totally satisfied.

A week later and I haven't been late for a single day of studying. By now, I'm sure my roommates have caught on to why I walk over to our neighbor's house every day at noon.

My boyfriend has no idea. Honestly, he hasn't even been the third or fourth thing on my mind. This morning, he came over to "talk things out."

He's waiting while I finish studying for an important oral assessment with the neighbor.

I doubt I'll have the energy to talk about our relationship when I get home, but I could be convinced to show him how much I've learned.