What Are Neighbors For?

[All characters are 18 years or older.]

What Are Neighbors For?

Cassandra's secret sex-life is uncovered by neighbor Darcy

(A spin-off of my

Sharing the Wealth

series)

Erotic Fiction

by

Casey Bea

Part-1

It was late Saturday afternoon and Cassandra was throwing in a load of laundry. She lifted a t-shirt that belonged to her daughter's boyfriend, Bobby, to her face and inhaled its deep muskiness. Her pussy tingled as she remembered the time spent with him and her daughter last week acting out Melissa's "Parents-I'd-Like-to-Fuck" fantasy.

The whole thing had been filmed using three stationary phone-cameras plus a GoPro on a selfie stick, and Cassandra wondered how far along her daughter was with editing the raw footage into a new porn video. The video Melissa had made and posted online of Cassandra making Bobby's MILF fantasy come true had over twenty-thousand views, a rating of 4.62 out of 5, and dozens of comments from happy viewers, many asking who the hot MILF was and when her next video was going to drop. Cassandra had never realized that she was an exhibitionist, but she sure knew it now! She loved the thought of guys jerking off while looking at her naked body and watching her show off her talents by taking a hard cock down her throat, in her hairy MILF pussy, and up her tan-lined ass.

***

A couple of days before, Melissa had shown her mother a rough-cut of the new Mom & Dad video, and Cassandra had commented, "Wow! You seem to have cut a lot of it out. There's only a few seconds of Bobby pretending to be your stepdad and fucking me while you spied on us."

"That's because I wasn't controlling the cameras to frame shots without your faces like I did with the MILF video," she had replied. "If we're going to hold to your no-faces rule, I'm kind of limited."

"So, um, what if we

did

allow faces?" Cassandra had responded.

"Oh, I'd have a

lot

more to work with!" Melissa said excitedly. "Are you serious? You'd be okay if your face showed? Oh, that would be awesome!"

"Well, like you said before, if somebody I know is on the Internet looking for MILF porn and sees me, maybe I should get to know them better," Cassandra had replied with a nervous laugh. "It's not like they would have stumbled on it searching for a casserole recipe, right? I have to admit that even being an

anonymous

porn star is quite an ego boost for an old lady. And reading the comments from my horny fans asking to see more of me really adds to that. So, are you and Bobby okay with

your

faces showing?"

"Oh shit yeah!" she had replied. "I only kept our faces out of the other one because it would be pretty obvious who the MILF was that Bobby was fucking if somebody recognized him and me. But if you're okay with your adoring, horny fans seeing your lovely face as well as your gorgeous body, then this next video will be epic! And you are not an old lady! You are a frigging hot MILF and your adoring fans say so!"

"Okay," Cassandra had said a bit tentatively. "But I want a private screening and I have veto power before you post it."

"Agreed!" she had said. "Oh, this is going to be so great!"

***

Cassandra tossed the t-shirt in the already agitating tub, gave her pussy a light rub, and as she contemplated getting her vibrator and opening up the porn site to see if she'd gotten any more salacious comments from her voyeuristic fans, her phone started to ring out on the kitchen counter.

"Hi, Darcy," Cassandra answered with her next-door neighbor's name on the screen. "How are you?"

"Hi, Cassie. I'm fine. Are you at home?" she replied.

"Yeah. Just getting a load of laundry going. What's up?"

"I, um, I was wondering if you might want to come over for a glass of wine. I, um, I have something I want to show you," she responded sounding a tiny bit unsure.

"Sure," Cassandra replied. "What is it?" It had been a long time since the two had gotten together over a glass of wine.

"Well, it's probably better if I just show you rather than trying to explain it," Darcy answered. "It, um, it's kind of personal."

A knot formed in Cassandra's stomach. Had Darcy seen the MILF video and recognized her sucking and fucking her daughter's boyfriend? No! That was impossible! Darcy was so straight-laced that she'd probably pluck her own eyeballs out before she watched a porn movie. It was surely only the fact that she had just been thinking about her porn-movie stardom that made her jump to that absurd conclusion. The knot relaxed a bit, and Cassandra said, "Okay. What time?"

"Anytime you want."

"It's wine-o'clock for me right now," Cassandra said with a laugh. "I'm in my sweats, so let me throw on some proper clothes, and I'll be right over."

"I'm in my sweats, too, so don't go to any great bother," Darcy said.

"Well, I'll at least put on a bra," Cassandra said. "See you in a few minutes."

***

Darcy ended the call and set her phone down on the kitchen table. She was nervous as hell about what she was going to do and say when Cassie got there. She had been thinking about this for a week, vacillating between doing and saying nothing, and jumping in with both feet. Even when she thought she had decided, she had hesitated. Picking up her phone and calling Cassie finally committed her to a course of action. Well, almost. She knew she could still back out even when her neighbor got there, but she told herself she wasn't going to.

Five minutes later, Darcy opened the back door for Cassandra and gave her a hug when she stepped inside. "Thanks for coming over on short notice, Cassie," she said. "Is sauvignon blanc okay? I can open a red if you'd prefer."

"The white is fine," Cassandra replied. "Thanks for inviting me. We haven't chatted over glasses of wine in a long time. And I have to say that you have my curiosity piqued by what you want to show me. You're not normally so mysterious," she added with a chuckle.

Further committing herself, Darcy replied, "There's a few things that I'm

not-normally

that you're going to find out today. But let's get some wine first or I might still chicken out."

That relieved the knot in Cassandra's stomach even more completely. This was apparently about Darcy and not her. But it really got Cassandra's attention. What the hell was going on? Before Darcy picked up the already-open wine, Cassandra noticed that some of it was gone. Had Darcy needed that bolster of courage to even call her in the first place?

Darcy filled both glasses with generous pours, they clinked, and Cassandra toasted, "To life's little mysteries." Darcy laughed, and said, "And to understanding neighbors." They sipped—Darcy's sip bordering on a gulp—and Darcy said, "Let's take this with us. Come on upstairs with me."

Cassandra followed her neighbor as her mind raced to try to figure out what was going on. Cassandra knew that there were only bedrooms and a bathroom on the second floor. What the heck was she going to show her there? Although Darcy had not tipped her hand in that regard at all, Cassandra had the idea this was somehow sex-related. Of course, that notion was probably fueled by the fact that her own stagnant sex life had exploded over the course of the past couple of weeks, and it was perhaps just subconscious wishful thinking.

When they got to the top of the stairs, rather than turning right toward the main bedroom, Darcy went left and then opened what looked like a closet door. Inside was another set of stairs that led up to the attic. Cassandra had forgotten that her neighbor's house even

had

an attic and she followed Darcy up, even more perplexed than before.

The attic space with its two steeply-sloped sides was unfinished, which was typical of the older houses that made up the neighborhood. There was insulation stapled in between the roof rafters, and the floor was just unfinished wood planking.

As Darcy led Cassandra down the middle of the space where they could both stand up, she took another long sip of wine, and then began, "So, I came up here a week ago, looking for something that I don't even remember now what it was. I was down here at the end, and I happened to glance out the window. Come stand right here where I was, and see what it looks out on down below."

Cassandra looked out the window and saw her own house from above, but more importantly, she was looking at the French doors that led from her bedroom to the back patio. Above the double doors was a big semicircular transom window. From where Cassandra stood, she could clearly see her entire king-size bed.

Her mind reeled as it occurred to her that

a week ago

was when she and Melissa and Bobby were acting out Melissa's mom and dad sexual fantasy there on the bed, and that although she had closed the drapes across the doors, there

was

no drape or curtain across the transom window. She turned and looked at Darcy who was looking at her face, apparently waiting for a reaction.

But before Cassandra could speak, Darcy said, "I saw what you and Melissa and her boyfriend were doing in there last Saturday." She then added, "To say that I was surprised is an understatement. I've never seen anything like what was happening down there in my life."

"I, um ... I ..." Cassandra stammered. She was going to say,

I can explain

, but of course, there was no way to explain what the three of them had been doing to someone as conservative as Darcy.

"I ... I couldn't turn away," Darcy went on but in more of a confessional tone than an accusatory or condemning one. Looking out the window and apparently replaying in her head what she had seen, she went on, "I ... I stood here and watched everything that the three of you did until you got up and walked out of my view ... to go to the shower, I presume." She turned back, looked Cassandra in the eyes, and added, "I have never felt the way I felt watching the three of you. I felt ashamed and dirty for spying on you but I was so aroused that I couldn't

stop

watching."

Without waiting for a reply, she went on with her confession, "I started touching myself through my clothes, and that felt so good that I took them off—right here in the window—and played with myself naked." She swallowed, and went on, "I actually kept hoping that one of you would look up and see me watching you. See me rubbing my pussy and squeezing my tits at the incredible sex show you were unwittingly putting on for me." She took a deep breath, and continued, "I stood here in my attic window, bare-ass naked for the world to see, and used my fingers in my pussy to give myself an orgasm hoping that one of you would see me doing it."

She blinked as if bringing herself back to the here and now, and said to Cassandra, "There you have it; the full confession of your perverted, peeping-Tom neighbor." But before Cassandra could think of how to respond, Darcy drew another breath and added, "No! That's

not

the full confession. I made up my mind that I was going to tell you everything, so here goes. Cassie, I want to make love to you. I have for a long time but before last week, I'd barely even admit it to

myself

, let alone tell

you

! I want to kiss you, I want to hold your naked body to mine, and I want ... I want to eat your pussy!" She blew out a long breath, took another long swallow of wine, and said finally, "So, what do you think of your prim and proper neighbor now?"

"I think I want to frigging kiss you!" Cassandra said and put her non-glass-holding arm around her, pulling her into an embrace. She put her lips against Darcy's in a tender kiss, but Darcy—still holding her wine glass, too—wrapped both of her arms around her neighbor and escalated the kiss from tender and exploratory right through passionate and into steaming and hungry in a matter of seconds. Their lips were open and their tongues danced and swirled as Darcy moaned into Cassandra's mouth while gyrating her body against another woman's for the first time in her life.

After a minute or so, Darcy broke the kiss, and still holding Cassandra tightly, she said, "Oh my God, Cassie! I can't believe this is actually happening! Before I watched you in your bedroom last week, I was sure you'd be horrified if I tried to kiss you."

"I have to admit that I'm

surprised

," Cassandra replied. "But I'm certainly not

horrified

. As you said, I always considered you pretty prim and proper." She then added with a chuckle, "I guess we all have our little secrets, don't we? I'm sure you never envisioned me in bed with my daughter and her boyfriend, huh?"

"Not in a million years!" she answered. "And as much as I want to hear about how in hell that came to be, more than anything right now I want to go downstairs and get into

my

bed with

you

."

Cassandra took a cue from something that Darcy had mentioned, and she responded, "No, Darcy. We're not going to do that. We're going to start right here. You told me that you had wanted one of us to look up and see you naked and playing with yourself in the window. Show me. Show me what you were doing while you were spying on Melissa and Bobby and me fucking in the privacy of my bedroom. Take your clothes off right here and show me."

It was a calculated risk on Cassandra's part that Darcy would respond favorably to being dominated, but she guessed right.

Darcy blinked in surprise at Cassie's refusal to go down and get in bed with her, and at her sudden assertiveness. But her brain quickly recalled how unexpectedly arousing it had been to expose herself like she had and a little shiver ran through her body. She threw back the rest of her wine, set the glass down, and began to peel off her sweatshirt.

"No, no!" Cassandra said. "You told me that you played with yourself through your clothes first. I want to see that. I want you to show me just what you did to get yourself so aroused that you could finally admit that you wanted to make love with another woman; with me."

Darcy slid her hands up the outside of her sweatshirt, cupped her tits through the cotton fabric, and started to massage them. They were not big and full like Cassandra's but they were larger than Melissa's. They were good handful-tits. And although she would never have even considered going out in public without a bra, she usually went without one around the house ... at least since her husband had passed away as he would never have approved of it.

Cassandra watched Darcy with her head tilted back and her eyes closed as she gripped and squeezed her tits. She began to moan and Cassandra correctly guessed that she was remembering the lewd scene she had been secretly watching down below.

"Tell me what you saw, Darcy," Cassandra told her. "Tell me what got you so turned on that you would strip out of your clothes and finger your pussy right in your attic window. What had you so aroused that you would suddenly break out of your prim and proper shell and frig your naked pussy for all to see?"

"Oh, God!" Darcy moaned as any pretense of resisting anything that her neighbor told her to do completely vanished. She squeezed hard on her nipples through the thick fabric and pulled on them as her pussy tingled and leaked inside her cotton housewife-panties.

She looked out the window and blinked a few times as the images there reformed in her head. "You ... you were under that young man, and he was making love to you," she began. "I knew it wasn't Charlie, of course, but I didn't realize until later that it was Melissa's boyfriend."

"Bobby is his name," Cassandra told her. "How did it make you feel to see me in bed with my daughter's boyfriend?"

"I was shocked! I couldn't believe what I was seeing! But something in me made me keep watching. I know it made my whole body tingle to see what he was doing with you. I guess maybe I was jealous. I haven't been with a man since Harvey died."

"And what

was

he doing with me?" Cassandra asked.

A tiny bit confused, Darcy answered, "He was making love to you! You don't

remember

that?"

"Oh, I remember," Cassandra said. "But I want to hear it from you. Tell me what you saw."

"Well, you were on your back, and he was kissing you and playing with your breasts. He was in pajamas and he was rubbing his body against yours. Your legs were spread to accept him."

"Go on. Then what?"

"Then he got up on his knees and ... and that's when I could see who it was. I was even

more

shocked that he was Melissa's boyfriend, not just some young hunk."

"Okay, go on."

"He took off his pajamas and ... oh, my God! His erection was so big! Then he pulled the nightie off your breasts and he kissed them while he put his erection in you. Then he began making love to you."

"Darcy, sweetheart, I think you can do better," Cassandra said. "Here you stand in your attic window squeezing your tits and probably dribbling pussy-juice into your panties, and the best you can do is

erection

and

breasts

and

making love

? She moved over closer to her, kissed her ear, and as she tugged up on the waistband of her sweats to pull them up into her crotch, she whispered, "Use the words you really want to use. Those words that the prim and proper Darcy would never utter in public. The words that would have gotten your mouth washed out with soap as a young girl." She traced the tip of her tongue around in the scallops of her ear, and then added, "The words that are

going

to get your mouth washed out with hot cunt-juice!"

"Oh, shit!" Darcy moaned, again giving herself over to Cassandra's commands. "I watched him suck on your big wonderful tits and stick his hard cock up your cunt and fuck you! I watched his tight, naked ass going up and down over and over and my pussy ached to feel what I knew you must be feeling with that big, young cock filling your cunt!" She suddenly let out a little whimper as her pussy released a small orgasm against the pressure of her sweat pants being tugged against it.

Still at her ear, Cassandra whispered, "Freeing, isn't it, to talk dirty? To finally say all those nasty things that you think but never dare say."

Darcy spun her head, kissed Cassandra hard, and then said, "Now do I get my filthy mouth washed out with your cunt juice? Can we go downstairs so you can grind your pussy against my face until I make you cum with my tongue?"

"Nope," Cassandra told her flatly. "We're not done

here

, yet. I distinctly remember you telling me that you got yourself naked and frigged your pussy here in the window. I want to see that. Show me what you did while you watched Bobby's young naked body going up and down, fucking me in my bed."

The nasty talk and Cassandra's domination had Darcy's body on fire, and she quickly pulled her shirt off over her head. She jammed her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants, getting her panties, too, and shoved them both down. She quickly stepped out of them and kicked them across the floor.

"There you were, naked in your attic window," Cassandra said into Darcy's ear as she moved around behind her. She reached around and put her hands on Darcy's stomach, pulling her into a light back-to-front embrace. "Then what? What did you do with your naked body while you secretly watched me getting fucked down below?"

A little shiver ran through Darcy's body at how insanely aroused her neighbor was making her. Just

admitting

that she had done this should have been mortifying, but reenacting it in front of Cassandra and right in front of an open window should have been paralyzingly shameful. And yet she couldn't stop and didn't even want to try.