Note - This story originates as a secondary plot in another series under the "Mature" section, titled "Neighbor Fantasy, chapters 1-3". This story can be read by itself, but those chapters provide some context as to how this story came to unfold. See my other works to find it.
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Two days had passed since Jennifer had snuck into Brad's room at night to discuss the photo she had taken earlier that day. Without Brad being aware, both Jennifer and his sister had been home as he lay in the neighbor's yard with Mrs. Roberts, both of them quite nude and drinking before spending the night together, bodies locked in passion.
There was zero intention to blackmail Brad, or even to tell anyone about the rather taboo relationship with his neighbor, Mrs. Roberts. Instead, Jennifer had worked up the courage to ask Brad if he would, quite privately, mind spending time with her, to learn a few things to satiate her sexual curiosity. Since they had known each other for years, and she was the best friend of Brad's sister, he agreed.
Brad spent a good deal thinking about this on Sunday evening, having had a wonderful night prior over at Mrs. Roberts' home. Now that she would be away on business for a few weeks, he thought it a good opportunity to find a time and place to meet Jennifer.
He sent a simple message with his phone:
"Hey, still up for what we talked about?"
The reply was almost instant:
"Yes! When?"
They went back and forth, looking for a time when they could get together, but it was not particularly easy given their conflicting university schedules. Monday and Tuesday were no good for either of them. Wednesday seemed promising until Brad remembered a group project he would have to attend. Thursday would work if they met at eleven in the morning, since they both had afternoon classes, but then it felt like they might be rushed. Finally, they decided on Friday night.
"Your sister is going to a concert with her bf, so I'll be free. My parents are going away for the weekend."
Brad thought about this for a few minutes. He would love to meet sooner, but given the events of the last two weeks, he valued the idea of privacy and not being in any hurry.
"Sounds great, I'll come by at eight."
"Bring some wine ;)"
Brad laughed at the message, at the absurdity of it all. Jennifer was probably one of his sister's best friends, and here he was planning a clandestine meeting with her. Still, he was looking forward to it.
The week started as it normally did, leaving Brad with almost no time to do anything but his schoolwork. He had not heard from Jennifer at all since their messages on Sunday, and he wondered if she had changed her mind. He sent her a quick message on Thursday, simply saying, "Still good for Friday? No hard feeling if you get cold feet."
She did not reply right away, nor after an hour. Brad wondered if she had in fact changed her mind, when finally the reply came: "Sorry, in class. Can't wait :)"
Brad grinned, excited at the prospect. The phone vibrated again with a new message, "What are you going to teach me?"
He was not expecting the question, despite the nature of their gettogether. He replied by asking, "Well, what do you know so far, and what do you want to learn?"
A few more minutes went by and she replied with a long list:
"I guess I should learn to give a good handjob, and with my mouth, and to know what guys like to do."
That was terribly general, but it was more than he knew before. He replied with a simple, "Cool, we'll keep it light."
Friday afternoon finally came and Brad found himself anxiously awaiting the end of his survey class. Once back home, he showered and prepared for his evening, his mind running through what they would do together.
Taking the chilled bottle of wine from the fridge he had left that morning, Brad sent one more text, giving Jennifer one final opportunity to bow out gracefully should she be too shy to meet up, all while saving face. She replied stating that she was ready and waiting for him.
That was it then, Brad thought, taking his mom's car for the evening.
Having never actually been to her house, it took Brad a little longer than he expected to find it. He did not want to cause Jennifer any trouble, like by the neighbors comment to her parents about the boy who came over with wine as soon as they left for the weekend, so he parked a block away and made his way quickly to the door when he thought no one was around to see him.
Jennifer must have had the same idea, as she was waiting for him at the door, letting him inside and closing the door behind him in one swift motion. She wore a flattering black dress that hugged at her petite frame. As Brad said hello, he saw it was a wrap dress, the tie knotted at the waist.
Jennifer said hello and turned awkwardly, nervously, up the stairs. Brad followed, aware of her nervousness, but calm himself now that he was here.
"I brought some wine," he said, heading towards the kitchen to find some glasses. Jennifer turned and followed him, obviously having seen the bottle but not being focused on anything in particular.
He took two wine glasses from the counter that Jennifer had set before he arrived, asking, "Where is the living room?"
Jennifer led Brad out of the kitchen and down the hall. The living room was rather simple, with a large television against the wall and two couches on the other side. One was a long couch that could fit three, and the other was more of a recliner-style armchair and a rectangular coffee table with a glass top.
"Why don't you have a seat," he said, dimming the lights and then placing both glasses on the coffee table. He opened the bottle of wine. Jennifer sat rather awkwardly, not quite sure how she should sit, while Brad poured two glasses and handed one to her. She took it, while Brad sat in the middle of the couch, next to her.
"Here, sit facing me, and put your feet on my lap."
She moved without question, and he leaned forward to take the glass in his hand. "Cheers," he said, touching her glass with his, and they both took a long drink of the cool, sweet wine.
Brad placed his glass on the coffee table, placing his hands on Jennifer's smooth legs, she watched his hands closely as he gently moved his fingers along the skin, around the knees, tickling her softly without meaning too.
"Sorry about that," he said.
She took another long sip of her wine, as Brad shuffled away from her a little bit down the couch. Now, her feet were on his lap, and he took one into his hands, beginning a firm massage of her sole. In that instant, Jennifer felt everything melt away. Her nervousness completely gone.
As Brad worked the soles of her feet, he asked Jennifer about everything that was going on with her. He asked about her courseload this semester, how her family was going, what shows she was watching, or not watching, because school was in the way. They chatted about this and more, all the while finishing their first glass of wine, and then a second, and then what was left of the bottle. By the time they finished their last drink, the sun had set, and in the dimmed light of the living room, both felt their heads swimming with little care in the world.
It was then that Brad stood up, extending a hand to Jennifer, and said, "Why don't you show me to your room?"
She stood more quickly than she should have, and nearly fell over from the wine. She took Brad by his extended hand and walked him out of the living room and towards the stairs. Once up top, she led him into a room that was clearly not hers, but her parents'.
Brad said nothing to this, and instead took Jennifer by the hips, sitting her down at the edge of the bed. Then, he stepped back and began to undress. He took off his shirt, folded it, and placed it on the dresser. He undid the buckle of his belt and the three buttons of the fly, taking off his pants and folding them as well to place on the dresser. All the while, Jennifer watched the show, her mouth open as she stared, fascinated with his body.
Only his black boxer briefs remained now, and so he said, "Will you help me take these off?"
Jennifer stood from the edge of the bed and stepped forward. She reached out with one hand first, and then the other, placing her fingers inside the elastic, and begin to pull down. Her eyes focused on the semi-erect cock before her, letting the boxer briefs dropped to the ground.
"Thank you," said Brad, taking them and placing them on the dresser. Standing naked now in front of Jennifer, he reached towards the tied knot around her waist, giving it a gentle tug, letting the sash come undone. He took apart the wrap, first with the outer layer, then with the inner layer on the other side, revealing that Jennifer wore no bra or panties. Her breasts were on the smaller side but perfectly matched her petite frame. She sucked in her breath as Brad revealed her nakedness, and to calm her, he said, "You look beautiful," to which she smiled, but did not meet his gaze.
Brad looked over at the king-sized frame, and said, "Why don't you lie in the middle of the bed," which she did. She too had wondered what they would do first. Would she handle his cock with her hand, or her mouth, or something else? Brad had a different idea.