Neighbours with Benefits

Here is my latest offering. I have split it into 6 Chapters. It`s a bit of a slow burner but builds up later.They are all finished and we will be submitted tonight. The story is quite long, but hopefully it will keep you amused. As always any resemblance to persons living or dead are purely accidental. All characters are made up from my own warped imagination. The story belongs to me, so please do not use it without my permission. This tale contains descriptions of many kinds of sexual activity, so if you are under 18, or those kind of things offend you, please move on. Please feel free to write any comments you may have. I am an amateur and do this for fun, but if your comments help me to improve then that is a win win for all of us. Please enjoy "Neighbours with Benefits!"

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Chapter 1

Pete stared out of his bedroom window at the street that had been his home for the last fifteen years. Primrose Close wasn`t a long street. Just four semi-detached houses. It was part of one of those new build estates that had sprung up in the UK during the nineties. The four homes seemed to have been added as an afterthought once all the others had been completed. Constructed just to fill an unplanned gap. The houses all backed onto a small wood that separated the estate from the farm land behind. There was a small lane that ran between Pete`s house and the Wilson`s opposite that gave access to that wood and the fields behind.

Pete`s leg was itching like crazy. He had cracked a bone in his ankle three weeks before. He gave a melancholy sigh. It was just his luck. The tackle in the last minute of the last game of the season had been innocuous but the pain had been nearly unbearable as his ankle bent at an obscene angle when his studs caught in the hard turf. The break had consigned him to being stuck at home and unable to work for the last three weeks. It wasn`t possible to carry the scaffold poles that he usually moved around with ease when your ankle was in a cast. Thankfully the plaster cast had come off a few days ago but he would still have the strapping and lightweight plastic "boot" supporting his ankle for another ten days.

Pete looked at his watch. The sun was already up at seven thirty and it looked like being another glorious warm day. He saw Mr. Heath from next door leave for work at the local bank. Driving off in the green Volvo that he washed religiously every Sunday. His father had already left nearly three hours before. He worked at the local bakers and still went on the same old push bike he had used for years. His Mum was busy downstairs making Pete a cup of tea before she left for work at the local supermarket.

There was no movement in the other houses now. The windows of the Thatcher's on the opposite corner were still dark as was the Heath`s. Mrs. Heath didn`t work apart from a bit of voluntary work in the local Cancer Research Charity shop. The families had all moved in within a few days of each other and Pete knew them all nearly as well as he knew his own family. He always thought it was funny that all four families had names of ex. British Prime Ministers. His own family name being Callaghan. Gary Wilson and his wife Mary were on holiday this week. She had left to see her mother in Luton yesterday and Gary was supposed to follow her in a few days.

Pete knew Gary very well as he was only a few years older than him. Gary was manager of the football team Pete played for, and Gary had been the one who drove him to the A & E after his injury. He and his wife were around forty and Pete had to admit to having the odd fantasy about Mary when he was younger. Long blonde hair and huge boobs were enough to fuel any teenagers wet dreams and Pete had to admit to jerking off more than once after watching Mary working in the front garden in tiny shorts and a halter top that strained to keep those huge melons in place. She still looked pretty good in Pete`s opinion.

Pete watched Gary leave his house. He was dressed for jogging, and he did a few stretches on the drive way. Pete expected him to use the lane to access the woods. Instead he took a long time glancing around before running across the road and disappearing from Pete`s sight around the corner of the Heath home.

Pamela and Bernie Heath were early fifties. He was a manager of some sort in the local Nat West Bank. He was probably the richest occupant of Primrose Close and Pete didn`t like him that much. He found him arrogant and stand offish. Pamela was the complete opposite. Her bubbly personality made her the centre of attention at the infrequent barbeques or house parties that the occupants of the Close sometimes held. Pamela still had a nice figure and always "dressed to impress" as Pete`s Mum would say. She had a wonderful smile and a cascade of auburn hair that fell well past her shoulders. Pete also liked her for her not so subtle sexual innuendos that caused her straight laced husband to grimace every time she opened her mouth.

I bet he liked it when she opened her mouth and let him stuff his dick in there Pete thought. My God, he would have to stop watching all this porn. He had watched more than enough stuck at home for the last two weeks.

Pete had dated their daughter for a short time after they finished school, but Hazel was now in London at University studying economics. It had been fun, and one time he had fingered her while she gave him a wank in the woods, but that was as far as it went. They parted as good friends but neither wanted to prolong the relationship.

Puzzled by Garys actions but not that bothered he saw the lights come on in the Thatcher household. If Pete had had sexual fantasies about Mary Wilson in the past then Megan Thatcher was a whole different class of fantasy. Early forties and a figure straight out of Vogue magazine, with the style to match. Hair the colour of a raven`s wing was tastefully styled to frame a face that was almost perfect in Pete `s eyes.

Megan ran a small boutique in town. Her husband Ray was also a good looking guy. He part owned the local gym with a mate of his and it showed. His body was just a mass of muscles. He was a typical "finger in every pie" kind of guy. He had an import/export firm that nobody quite knew what he imported or exported.

Disappointed that he didn`t get to see the Gorgeous Megan Thatcher Pete thanked his Mother when she brought him his tea. "Why are you staring out of the window love?" she asked.

"I´m waiting for Claire. She said she would pop by after her night shift and change my strapping. She also said she had some kind of cream that was good for reducing the swelling." Pete told her back as she departed his room.

"That`s nice!" she said as if she hadn`t really expected an answer.

It was then that Pete saw the cherry red Fiat 500 pull to a stop in front of the house and Claire climbed out still wearing her nurses uniform. She smiled up at him and waved. Claire was Pete`s girlfriend. Well he thought she was. It was still early days. They had met at a friend`s BBQ a week ago. Claire had driven him home and they had a serious make out session before she told him she had to go as she was early shift the next day. Since then she had visited him nearly every day, although they had been restricted to a few brief kisses as either Pete`s Dad or his Mum had been in the house. Pete had tried to cup one of her boobs yesterday, but she had brushed him away as Pete`s Mum was vacuuming the landing only a few feet away. At least that's what Pete hoped the reason was.

"Morning Mrs. Callaghan," He heard her call out to his Mum and seconds later the door of his bedroom opened. "Morning handsome!" she smiled at him. Pete couldn`t believe she had just done a ten hour shift on the Geriatric ward at the local hospital. She looked as if she was fresh from the shower. Her pretty face was beaming at him and her short brown hair was shining in the sunlight coming through his window.

"See you later love!" Pete`s Mum called up from downstairs and Pete heard the front door slam. Glancing over his shoulder and out of the window he watched her hurry down the street to catch the number 42 bus to work.

"Alone at last!" Claire said with a giggle and Pete felt a stirring below his waist. He was wearing only a t-shirt and satiny Lakers basketball shorts that his Mum had bought him when he had done his ankle in. Pete felt himself blush when his cock started to push against them insistently. He had already been a little excited after his musing about the sexy Megan Thatcher earlier. Moving from the window hastily he gave Claire a kiss to try and distract her from seeing his obvious growing arousal.

"Get on the bed Gary!" Claire told him and this did little to stop that swelling in his shorts. Claire stared at the now prominent tenting in those yellow shorts and giggled, "Not for that silly. I have to strap your ankle, and I bought that cream we talked about." Seeing the obvious disappointment on his face she added with a grin, "After we are finished and if you have been a brave boy then nurse will see what can be done with his other....."problem"!"

That really didn`t help and Pete was now rock hard as Claire carefully unclipped the plastic "boot" and unwrapped the strapping. Pete always felt sick when he saw the yellow, purple, black and blue colouring of his injured ankle but Claire seemed oblivious as she squeezed some cold cream from a tube onto the bruising and tenderly massaged it into Pete`s skin. That hurt. Pete was happy for this as his erection began to wane thankfully.

As she worked they chatted. "How was your night?" he asked

"Same old. Mrs. Philpott. One of my favourites passed away at midnight so we had to do all the cleaning up and paperwork that goes with that. The funeral director never got there until nearly five."

"Shit!" Pete said. It had a double meaning. Firstly for poor Mrs. Philpott and secondly because Claire was now massaging more determinedly, and his pain levels were moving towards excruciating.

He was relieved when she eventually stopped even though he knew the most painful part was to come. Claire took a fresh crepe bandage from her bag and expertly wound it tightly around his damaged ankle. Pete bit his lip as that familiar agony spread up his leg as she did so. He was sweating when she finally fixed it in place with strips of surgical tape.

"It´s nearly healed so I think you can forgo the "boot" for a while, although I would still use it if you walk any distance!" she told him in her strict nurses voice. Then she gave him a malicious smirk and said, "Now would you like your lollipop, or would you prefer to be the lollipop?"

Pete stared at her as he was unsure what she meant, " I think I would like the second!" he said cautiously.

"I was hoping you would say that!" she said laughing and took Pete completely by surprise as she grabbed his shorts and pulled them down to his knees. His dick was now exposed, and he coloured again as this was the first time she had seen it. Pete knew he wasn`t the smallest and was well aware he wasn`t the biggest in that department but he relaxed a little when she complimented him, "Nice penis!"

That was the last thing she said before her tiny hand curled around his rapidly stiffening pole. She caressed him for a few seconds then said seductively, "Now lay back and get your reward my brave little soldier!" Pete couldn`t believe his luck as he lay back with his head on a pillow as Claire crawled up the bed and between his splayed legs. He shivered as Claire`s tongue tickled the glans of his rock hard dick. Her eyes were locked on his as she opened her mouth and gradually slid her lips over the head of his cock.

Pete was desperately thinking about taking out the trash or cleaning the gutters as her tongue slowly stroked the tip of his dick. Anything to stop himself shooting his load immediately. Claire`s eyes were glued to his as she moved steadily downwards swallowing every millimetre of his cock. Pete let out an involuntary groan as he felt her nose rest against his wispy thatch of curly, brown pubic hair. Pete was by no means a virgin, but this was by far the best blow job he had ever had. Never before had a girl taken him so completely in to her mouth.

Claire`s tongue was now resting on his shaft as her head began to bob carefully up and down. Pete couldn`t take it any longer, breathlessly he murmured, "I`m coming. Fuck I`m coming Claire!" expecting her to release him from her warm, wet mouth but instead she bobbed quicker until he let out a long moan as he felt his balls emptying for what seemed like hours. Claire never flinched. Pete could feel her throat moving as she swallowed everything he could give her. Eventually his spasms stopped, and he lay panting on the bed clothes. Claire continued to run her tongue over his cock whilst keeping him in her mouth. Pete didn`t want this to end but ultimately the sensitivity became too much, and he had to gingerly push her away.

She stayed kneeling between his legs with a broad smile on her lips as she stared down at him. "Did you enjoy that Pete!"

"I don`t know what to say Claire. That was.......Fantastic!"

"I`ve been wanting to do that since the first night. I was so fucking horny after our snogging session that I went home and used my vibrator for half an hour. I wasn`t much use at work the next day I can tell you!" They both laughed now.

There was an uncomfortable pause now as neither knew what to say next. Pete`s breathing was nearly back to normal as he studied Claire, and she seemed to be waiting for him to make the next move. Shyly Pete asked, "I can take care of you if you would like?"

This seemed to have been the correct thing to say as Claire got off the bed and undid the belt of her pale blue uniform dress. Tantalisingly she pulled the zipper down on the side as if she was doing a strip tease. Pete was transfixed as Claire carefully shimmied around until the dress pooled around her ankles. He had expected her white nylons to be tights, but they were in fact thigh high stockings with lacy tops gripping her firm thighs. The bra and panties she wore were also not out of any nurses handbook. A white silk thong and translucent bra barely covered her most private parts. She stood for a while letting Pete feast his eyes on her until he said in breathless anticipation, "Come here!"

Claire moved like a cat stalking its prey as she crawled onto the bed and up Pete`s body. He stopped her when her mouth was level with his and forced his tongue deep between her lips. Claire responded in kind, and they kissed passionately for a few minutes until Pete placed his hands under Claire`s armpits and pushed her gently upwards until her breasts were within reach of his mouth. They weren`t huge like Mary Wilson`s but they were firm and filled the lacy bra perfectly in his opinion.

Pete could see her hard nipples pushing urgently against the thin gauzy material and he sucked on first the right one and then the left, saturating the thin material with his saliva and making it even more see through. Claire let out a satisfied sigh as Pete concentrated on sucking and nipping her sensitive nubs. After a while Claire raised herself, reached behind her back and unclipped the bra allowing it to fall onto Pete`s chest and giving him unfettered access to those pert, beautifully formed breasts.

The mewling sound that Claire made as his lips suctioned those pink buds was music to Pete`s ears. It was throaty, almost a growl. Pete was in heaven as he sucked, licked and nibbled each breast alternately.

Claire was panting now and her hand snaked downwards between their bodies trying to grab him but Pete wasn`t ready for that yet and slithered down further, using his hands to gently move Claire`s body further up the bed. He paused briefly to plant tiny kisses all around her tight little navel before moving on towards his intended goal. As his nose rested against the front panel of the silky white thong he inhaled deeply allowing the aroma of Claire`s arousal fill his nostrils. His hands cupped her taut buttocks, and he pulled her tightly against his face. She moaned.

Awkwardly he managed to get his hand between them, and he eased the panties aside and he was rewarded with his first view of her pussy. A few wisps of black hair delicately trimmed on her mons. From behind his fingers sought, then found the moist slit below and Claire arched her back as first one and then a second digit slid easily inside her. Pete stuck out his tongue and ran it over the moistness of her young snatch. The slightly acrid taste was like the nectar of the Gods to him.

As his confidence grew he buried his face between her thighs, pushing his tongue as deep as possible between her silky folds before flicking it against her swollen clitoris. This resulted in another throaty whine and Claire`s entire body seemed to shudder as she thrust herself frantically against his rigid tongue. Her climax, when it arrived, was a muted affair as she almost whispered, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" before clinging tightly to Pete as her body trembled.

Pete was still lapping away at her soaked pussy while Claire quivered above him. She had another orgasm. This one arrived with another exclamation, only this time so loud that Pete was sure the neighbours heard as Claire screamed, "Fucking Yeeeeeeeeeees!" at the top of her voice as her back arched violently and her thighs clamped painfully around Pete`s ears.

It took nearly five minutes before Claire fell from on top of Pete. They both lay staring up at the ceiling on his queen sized bed. Finally she said quietly, "Fucking hell Pete. Where did you learn to do that? I have never come so hard, or so quick!"

"It just felt so good. It was like when you um, did, um, when you sucked me! I could have come after ten seconds you know!" This earned a husky giggle from Claire.

"Well next time try to last longer," she scolded him playfully, "It´s one of my preferred things to do!"

"Well I´ll try," Pete replied with a grin, "But obviously that will involve lots of practice!"

They were both laughing loudly now and Pete pulled her into a hug as they kissed again ardently. It wasn`t long before Claire`s hand moved to grab his newly forming erection. Her hand moving up and down his shaft with the lightest of touches until he was fully hard once again. "Fuck me Pete!" she breathed in his ear.

He rolled over on top of her, her hand never left his hardness. Pete felt her adjust her position beneath him, her legs splaying so that he lay between her thighs. Shuffling forward he felt her position his penis at the entrance to her vagina and she helped him as he used his hips to smoothly push himself home. Pete paused for a second, luxuriating in the warmth of the tight young snatch gripping his shaft before tenderly sliding himself in and out of her wet tunnel. Claire pulled her legs up around his waist and used her heels to control the speed and depth of his penetrations.

Claire was just starting to quiver when Pete sensed he was going to come so he slowed down until he was barely moving. His thumb located her clit, and he rubbed gently until Claire began to shudder, her arms gripped him tightly and Pete began pistoning as quickly as possible until his seed exploded inside her as she screamed when she came with him.

They lay together afterwards in a warm glow. Pete hardly noticed when Claire dozed off in his arms. Her long shift and the sexy morning eventually taking its toll. He was quite happy to just lay there with her in his arms. It was nearly eleven when she stirred and asked sleepily, "What time is it?"

"Nearly eleven. My dad will be home soon. As much as I would like to stay like this forever I would rather not have that conversation just now if you don`t mind!"