My last story related the first experience I had with my next-door neighbor, Will. This one fast-forwards a few weeks, to when things got even spicier. And yes, these stories are true.
Before my neighbor Will and I had our first encounter, I had enjoyed a period of intimacy with my best friend in high school. We started out watching porn and stroking off together, which eventually lead to mutual masturbation and oral sex. They were good times, and once we went our separate ways I still fantasized about them, as well as original fantasies when the mood suggested it. I suspected that a unique relationship like that may never happen again, so when Will and I shared a lovely masturbation session one Sunday I figured it would also be a single experience and fond memory. We hung out a few times immediately after that, and we talked openly of our male fantasies and thoughts. I imagined he would be content with that, and carry on with his curious urges in other ways.
Will, as it turned out, had other plans.
About a month after my first sexual encounter with Will, I was home alone and doing little odds and ends around the house. A few nail holes in the walls from the previous owners needed covering, the sink in the basement leaked incessantly, etc. I was wearing a white tank-top tee, and skimpy little gray sweatshorts (I often have a few pairs of skimpy underthings, as they are a sexy little secret I enjoy when alone). With several of my domestic quests finished, I grabbed a beer from the fridge and looked out the kitchen window. I saw Will raking some leaves in his backyard, and after a moment he looked up and spotted me. I waved and smiled, and he did the same in return. He put the rake aside and gestured as if he were lifting something; I tilted my head, arched one eyebrow and then lifted the window. As I did, I put 2+2 together and snickered at myself.
"Hey man, what's up?" I called.
"Not much, bro. Hey it is COLD out here," Will laughed. "Amy forgot to buy coffee and I'm just too lazy to go get some. Mind if I stop in for a pot or two?" he replied.
"Sure man, you got it. When?"
"About twenty minutes or so. Is that cool?"
"Absolutely," I called back. "The door will be unlocked."
Will gave me a smile and a thumbs up (and I'm still not sure if he winked), and then grabbed the rake again. I shut the window (noting that my pink nipples had stiffened quickly from the draft), chugged my beer, and then went down to knock out the leaking sink. Ten minutes or so later, I was in the kitchen and starting the coffee. I got lost in my thoughts, realizing that I should change (not that I thought Will would mind my attire, as friendly flirting had slowly worked its way into our conversations), and then the front door opened.
"Hold the cup and give me the pot! I'm fucking freezing!" Will announced. He entered the kitchen, taking off his jacket as he did so. He had on a blue t-shirt and blue sweatpants, and I noted his perky nipples. I handed him a cup of coffee as we laughed at his entrance. He eyed me up and down as he sipped his coffee.
