A Very Friendly Neighborhood

Dear Readers,

I hope you enjoy this chapter! Thanks to Pandamonium, BowtieCharlie, and Drypedyx for helping me edit.

If you've been here for the last 7 chapters, you kinda know what you are in for. This chapter doesn't have any nonconsent, so if you were waiting for that to go away, I think we're safe from it for a while.

~NaughtyPaladin

P.S. Sorry about the delay, accidentally submitted this with the wrong title and series... I musta been tired... Fixed it now.

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I loved waking up with a woman's softness in my arms. I needed to figure out my shit and get a wife so I could have this every morning, not just when one of the neighborhood women wanted an overnight stay.

My morning wood was a problem. It was right between Kennedy's thighs, rubbing her folds. I could feel moisture, and lots of it, beginning to get her body ready. If I weren't careful, things were gonna get hot and horny again, and the last thing I needed was people asking Kennedy why she smelled like sex at school in...

It was only 6 am? Okay, I was waking up WELL before my alarm.

Kennedy shifted her hips, and my cock went from "resting against her vagina" to "testing the oil". She was wet, she was warm, she was soft, and she was wrapped around the head of my cock. She didn't seem to wake, but with a pleased sounding exhale, she scooted her ass closer to me, getting another inch of vaginal penetration.

Okay, this was happening. At least waking up this early, Kennedy would have time to shower.

I grabbed her hips and buried myself in her. That made those cute eyes pop open.

"Oh FUCK!" she swooned, then devolved into panting gasps as I got to thrusting.

Kennedy's hands took hold of the headboard, stabilizing herself, which freed my hands up to sample her perfectly supple breasts once more.

Kennedy made a low groan as her body shook. Mission accomplished on one front. My partner orgasmed. Now I could...

Her body clamped down on me like a vice and I had no other option. I pushed in until my cock's muzzle was pressed into her cervix and I flooded her womb with sperm and semen.

"Fuuuuuck..." Kennedy breathed. "My dream bled straight into reality."

That would be why she was so damn wet.

"I hope it was a good dream." I smiled, not really thinking as my cock finished making a deposit in her teenage body.

"Oh, the wake up was better than the dream." She sighed, "But the dream was fucking hot, too."

She let out a disappointed whimper as I pulled my spent cock from her sex.

"Damn, dreaming about you fucking me... I really am becoming a slut, aren't I?" Kennedy noted, seemingly unsure how she felt about that.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm not falling back asleep," I told her. "And you need a shower before school."

"Damn. I suppose you're right." Kennedy grumbled, then hugged herself against me. "But a few more minutes."

I relented, because we were up really early and not just because her boobs felt fantastic pressing into my ribs like that.

Once we had both showered, had breakfast and Kennedy was off with plenty of time before school, I realized, in the insanity of the previous day, I'd never checked the mail. So out to the mailbox I went.

"I hope you're at least being responsible and using a condom with her," Debbie scolded me.

I looked over the fence. Debbie was there, walking a touch gingerly, in a business suit.

"Pardon?" I asked.

"I know you're still sleeping with Kennedy. For a smart girl, you'd think I'd realize her car was still in the garage and she never came home last night. She wasn't even that sneaky about slipping in and getting her car out of the garage," Debbie grumbled. "And while I suppose I don't really have a leg to stand on, I hope you're at least being responsible and using protection. The last thing she needs is a teen pregnancy."

"We are," I told her. And I had been checking to make sure Kennedy was taking her birth control, I'd even learned it was best to take it at the same time each day, so when she was at my house, I reminded her to take it at the correct time.

"Good," Debbie replied, and I could still tell she wasn't thrilled.

Whether it was that she wasn't thrilled she had to compete with a tight, recently virgin, teen pussy... or whether it was that her daughter was having sex at all, I'd probably never know.

Debbie took off, probably to tour some house with whoever her clients were, and I went inside.

The mail was spam, and I had a while before I had to start working, so I checked in my phone. I hadn't been making nearly as much progress with my girlfriends as I'd have liked. I got that they were busy with college and everything, but waking up with Christina yesterday and Kennedy today had really emphasized to me I wanted a long term spouse and partner, not just occasionally fuck-buddies.

Plus, it was Friday. Who didn't want to go on a date with their girlfriend on a Friday night?

"I'm gonna be off work early today." I texted my girlfriends. "Anybody want to have a date?"

"Damn, you would pick when I have a Guest Lecture I have to attend and I have to write a report about it," Mia lamented.

"You've already had your turn!" was the almost universal reply.

"If no one else is open, I could enjoy a date." Hope's message came a few minutes after everyone got after Mia.

"Double date!?!?" Eve immediately responded with an "eyes" emoji.

The others replied they were busy.

"If you're open, I wouldn't want to take him away from you." Hope's text even seemed disappointed.

"Nope. Double date. Not taking no." Eve insisted.

"I'm sure we can enjoy that." I told them.

"Are you sure?" Hope verified.

"Be ready. I'm picking you up, whether you like it or not. We good for 4:00?" Eve asserted.

I checked the clock. I could be good for that if I started working now.

"Okay." was Hope's reply.

"That works for me." I agreed.

Now motivated, I got to work. I had to admit, Hope and Eve were strong contenders for the "wife" title. Hope was just so cute, delicate and feminine that I couldn't help falling for her. Evelyn was confident, also beautiful, and... she was into group stuff. Aurora, Debbie, and Christina didn't seem really like they'd love the prospects of a wife, insisting I stop our erotic hookups, so a partner that was down for a semi-open marriage was kinda gonna be important to me. So the prospect of this date had me excited enough; the day both flew and crawled by.

At four, I put down my work. Having long ago dressed in a casual button-up, jeans and some nice shoes, I was ready when the girls arrived.

The knock on the door ten minutes after the hour told me they'd arrived.

"Okay, so..." Eve bubbled in excitement. "We were talking on the way over, and came up with a few options, unless you have something planned."

"I had something we could do, but let's hear your ideas?" I offered.

Hope seemed pleased by that, and Eve was just happy to be here.

"Great, there are a couple of fun movies we could go to..." Eve began with excitement. "Then we have dinner and come back here to wrap up the night."

Hope's face said she'd go along, but that wasn't her favorite option.

"Second option," Eve pressed on. "There are some places around here that do actual dancing, not just twerking and grinding in a club."

"They teach you the steps for country, swing, and tango, so you don't have to know them," Hope explained.

"Yeah. That doesn't mean it's easy," Eve insisted.

"Dancing does sound fun," I admitted, remembering my conversations with Jeff. He sounded like he really liked these dance places.

"Okay, so we could do that, then get dinner and come back here to wrap things up," Eve accepted.

"And the last option?" I guessed.

"You make us dinner, we go upstairs and see how many rounds we can get in before we're all too sore and tired!" Eve grinned broadly and Hope blushed bright red.

"Don't let her fool you!" Eve asserted. "She agreed it was an option on the way here."

"I wouldn't... want to stop you two." Hope stammered.

"Dancing sounds great," I decided. While taking these two lovely young ladies upstairs and testing my sexual limits sounded so fucking tempting, my dad always said you had to think with the head on your shoulders before you thought with the head between your legs when it came do dating, or you were gonna get in trouble. He'd stayed married to my mom long enough that I wasn't about to disregard his advice.

"Boo! I wore fucking panties, not dancing panties," Eve grumbled. "I'm gonna have a wedgie all night!"

"We... we can do that... when we get back." Hope comforted Eve with a hand on her friend's shoulder and a blush in her cheeks.

"You know you don't have to," I assure her. "Just because Mia-"

Hope shook her head. "I... I want to. I've waited so long, and..."

She lowered her eyes, but I just got hard thinking about it.

"You sure you don't want to just stay in?" Eve teased.

"Dating is more than just fucking," I told her. "I want to get to know you, not just see how fun you are in bed."

"So, what do we want to dance first?" Hope asked. "Country, swing..."

"Horizontal?" Eve interjected.

We ignored that.

"My coworker, Jeff, says there are some great Country places around," I suggested.

"If all they're doing is line dancing and Cotton-Eye Joe, we're leaving," Eve insisted.

"Oh, you'll like it," Hope assured her.

So we hopped in my car and a short drive later, we arrived at the dance club "Silver Spurs".

"Huh, a bit of a hitch in our plans," I noted, seeing that they didn't open until 7.

"So we go back and-" Eve began, only to be interrupted.

"Marshall? Is that you?" A man called.

"Jeff?" I called back to my coworker. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, the action doesn't start until 7, but the learners course is about to start," Jeff pointed to a less prominently displayed paper. "I'm helping with the course. I'm not quite as good as Mac, but the hardest part is getting started. After that, you pick things up pretty quick."

"A learner's course sounds great!" I celebrated. Hopefully I could get to not look like I had two left feet out there.

"And you brought dance partners!" Jeff was pleased. "You should have reached out to me."

"It was kinda a spontaneous decision." I admitted.

"Well, let's get this party started!" Jeff called, leading us to the front door.

Country swing dancing was not at all what I thought it would be. In my head, I saw Cowboys and Frontier Maids linking arm and arm and doing do-si-dos around a fire. Country swing was more like trying to play yo-yo with a girl, figuring out how much you could throw, spin, and twirl her around without losing your grip, her not getting too dizzy and without your arms or legs giving out on you. I was starting to get the hang of things when the music got going and people really showed up.

"You make that look easy!" I protested as Jeff sent Eve whipping over his shoulder and around his neck with a squeal, before catching her, and depositing her back on her feet.

"Oh pffft!" Jeff snorted. "Just do as I say."

Hope and I assumed the basic stance and he walked me through it.

"Okay, you've got it. You're a natural! Now, full speed." Jeff ordered.

I got a feel for the movement, did a basic step, sent Hope spinning out, pulled her back and went straight into the crazy "is that a woman or a bo staff" maneuver.

"Aaaahhh!" Hope squealed, but I caught her and she went back on her feet, spun out again, before returning to get caught in a dip.

"Bravo!" Jeff celebrated.

"Hey Jeff, looks like they've got the hang of it." One of the staff called. "Want to introduce another newbie to the basics?"

"I'm there!" Jeff called and he was gone.

"I need to sit down." Hope admitted, stumbling. "He really likes his spinning moves."

"They're hot to watch." Eve confessed.

"They're hotter to do." Hope laughed then blushed.

"They do food over there." I noted, pointing to a cafe area. "Want to get something to eat, then do some more dancing?."

"That sounds like a plan." Eve agreed. "I'm starving."

The chicken was good, and the rolls with cinnamon butter kept us happy while we waited for our food. We watched Jeff, who was very popular with the lone dance partners, while we waited to digest enough to get out and dance.

Our first real song, Eve and I found our corner of the dance floor and Eve got her first chance to try the steps with me, since she'd been with Jeff through all our practicing.

"Wa-hoo!" She cackled as we began.

Luckily, I didn't have to take nearly as many steps as she did, but my arms were sure getting a workout. After a couple of spins and twirls, I set her up, tossed her out, pulled her back and WHOOSH up she went. A spin and a twist and I caught her and back out she went cackling like a maniac.

"Oh my GOSH!" Eve laughed. "What a rush!"

"Looks like we have a fun couple over here!" The... do they call them DJs at a country dance club?... called and a spotlight went on me and Eve. "Make some noise people!"

The spectators cheered as I lamented only knowing a handful of steps. The twirly-spin move looked fancy, but I was still a noob! I did a couple more spins, then... up she went again!

I think the DJ realized I was doing some pretty basic shit, because he killed the spotlight and started drawing attention elsewhere.

I'm proud to say, I finished the dance without dropping her, throwing her across the room because I lost my grip, or stepping on her.

Eve staggered to a seat beside Hope, sweating and dizzy.

"Your turn!" Eve laughed, pushing Hope at me as the music started again.

Hope was light on her feet as we started, and got her hips more into the steps as we got going, which almost threw me off when I sent her out for a twirl she WENT and she TWIRLED. I had to help her come out of it and pull her back, but by the way Eve cheered us on, you would think we were in the nationals of... whatever you call a Country Swing dance competition. Hope twirled and spun as I slung her out this way, pulled her back and flung her out that way.

I heard the song concluding, pulled her in, and caught her as I felt her start to stumble. Hope threw an arm around me to catch herself, and I almost flinched as she pressed VERY close against me. It was only a moment, but it felt like an eternity, her body pressed so very, very close against me. Her hips pressed against me and I could feel her breasts pressing into my chest.

I came to and quickly put her on her feet.

"That was... wow." Hope stammered.

"I'm danced out." Eve laughed, as we walked off the dance floor and back to our table. "I want to be able to walk tomorrow... at least, I don't want to be unable to walk tomorrow because we danced here too much."

"I think I'm danced out too..." Hope admitted.

I panted, "Yeah, that sounds pretty good. I know I'm not doing as much as you guys out there, but it's still tiring."

"Oh, it looks plenty tiring." Eve assured me. "You were literally picking her up and throwing her all over the place."

I glanced over at Jeff and saw him throw a girl spinning into the air, catch her, whip her around his shoulders, then his waist before getting her back on her feet and dancing.

"I mean, I'm not to that level yet." I laughed

"It's your first time here," Hope laughed. "If we come back more often, I'm sure you'll be there in no time."

"Yeah." I laughed, "And this has been fun!"

"I admit, it was more fun than I thought it'd be." Eve admitted, as we stood and began to leave.

"You headed out already!?" Jeff called, and came running over.

"Yeah, this is serious work." I laughed. "We had fun, but we're heading out."

"Damn, I meant to come over and give your other friend a dance partner." Jeff lamented. "Unfortunately, there are never enough guys dancing."

"Well, I don't think any of us were ready for how much this took out of you." I laughed. "I think they were happy for the chance to rest."

"Well, there will always be more girls to dance if they are too tired." Jeff told me.

"Just so long as no one moves on our man." Eve grumbled.

"Oh... I didn't realize one of these girls was your girlfriend." Jeff backpedaled. "Most girls don't mean anything by it. A lot just have a boyfriend who isn't willing to try it."

We bid him farewell, and headed out to the car. Eve insisted she got the front seat.

As soon as the door closed, Eve sighed. "Fuck, it's not fair. That was too hot... and I can't wait to get your hands on me. Fuck, it's nice to finally have a man."

She took my hand and guided it right to her crotch, undoing the button on her shorts, and I found my hand inside her panties. My fingers seemed to twitch and move on their own as those wet, enticing folds begged for me to play with them.

"EVE!" Hope gasped.

"I can have my boyfriend finger me can't I?" Eve protested. "If not, what's the point of having one!"

"But... he's got to drive..." Hope pointed out after a brief pause.

"You can drive one handed, can't you?" Eve pleaded, pushing my hand deeper into her panties and two of my fingers slipped into her opening.

"Ah... yeah... I can do that." I mumbled dumbly.

"Just be careful." Hope requested.

I reached across my steering wheel and got my car into reverse, grateful I didn't have a manual transmission. Eve moaned happily as I stroked her soaked sex. I got out of the parking lot and started my path home.

"Oh, right there... that's it... oh, oh, oh, FUCK!" Eve squealed, and I felt her legs clamp around my hand.

"That... looks like it feels pretty good." Hope quietly muttered.

"Oh fuck! His fingers are so good. Shit... I'm gonna cum again!" Eve wailed as I began gently rubbing her clit with my thumb. The angle was awkward, but I could use the knuckle of my thumb to grind lightly on her pleasure bean.

I had to focus on driving, leaving me to do little more than use my hooked fingers to stroke the rough patch of her g-spot and continue grinding her clitoris. Eve didn't seem to care, and she just kept moaning and groaning, and my car started smelling like a sex-sauna.

"We're almost there." I muttered, trying to stay focused on driving. "Almost there."

"I'm THERE!!!" Eve squealed.

I cleared the last intersection before I reached the gate for our community, and glanced in the rear-view mirror. Hope was staring at Eve and biting lightly on her lower lip. One hand was massaging a breast through her shirt as she watched Eve. Eve had both hands up her shirt mauling her own tits as I fingered her pussy.

I had to extract my hand to reach out and put in the code to open the gate. By the time the gate was opening, Eve had her shorts buttoned up.

"Just hurry home. Then I can take them off completely." Eve instructed.

I definitely could do that.

The garage door closed behind us, and I led my two lovely girlfriends up to my bedroom, making sure the front door was locked this time. I could already feel the nerves on edge from Hope, and the last thing I needed was Kennedy making another unscheduled appearance.

Eve was just as horny arriving at my bedroom as she had been in the car. Her shirt hit the floor and she put her arms around me and pulled me in for a deep kiss. Her lightly padded bra pressed against my shirt and the bare skin of her back rippled under my hands. Her tongue eagerly danced between my teeth and I took up the invitation for this new dance.

Eve pulled back and gasped for breaths, "Fuck! I've been so excited for this ever since we got together."

Eve's hands fumbled for a second before my belt and pants were loose, then she pulled my shirt over my head before I allowed her to strip me down below the waist.