FRIENDS AND LOVERS
Charlotte and Greg Pinkney had been married two years when they bought a house in the suburbs. It was a three bedroom, two bath 'starter' home that came close to breaking them financially. Then Greg got a raise and promotion, and they achieved some financial comfort.
The house was an end unit in a row of similar places. They had one set of next-door neighbors, and on the other side were woods and a stream. The neighbors had been there for a year when Lotte and Greg moved in. They were Tom and Jeri Souris.
Lotte was a nice looking blonde, tall and maybe a little overweight. Blue eyes and a sparking personality. Greg had loved her from the first time they met in college. Greg was a man of ordinary size, two inches under six feet and slim. He had sandy hair, and sincere brown eyes. Despite his ordinary looks and size, he had successfully wooed Lotte at school. He'd taken her away from a soccer player by paying her attention on a daily basis. Also, they had meshed sexually. Lotte was okay with the soccer guy, who was better in bed than the other guys she'd had. His name was Brady, and he was a goalie, big and outgoing. But in bed he was unimaginative. Very straightforward and self-involved.
So, when Greg had started his determined campaign to get her, she paid him attention. He was lively, smart, funny and he could dance. Also, she found out, despite his slim build, he was strong. And he lasted a long time. And, what's more, he recovered very quickly. He was a natural.
Greg wasn't an innocent when he met Lotte. He had been the recipient of some 'instruction' in how to please a woman. That came from a neighbor of his at home - a thirty-seven-year-old divorcee named Emma Smith. She seduced him at his high school graduation party. Right under the nose of his parents, a month after he turned eighteen. She danced with him, a slow dance. She whispered in his ear for him to slip away and come in her backdoor. (No, not that way - yet.)
So, Greg did enter her back door, where she met him without any clothes. Soon, he was also without any clothes. Emma made him come within two minutes by sucking his rather hefty cock. She was pleasantly surprised by his girth. When he'd come once - a prodigious amount which even she could not swallow completely - she took him upstairs to her bedroom. There she slowly sucked him some more, then mounted him when he was erect. He held out for several orgasms from her. She loved his wide cock.
That started his education, which continued unabated until he left for school - rather reluctantly. Emma was an excellent teacher, who excelled in maintaining her student's interest.
So, Greg was able to provide various coeds with highly satisfactory sex. And he learned more with each one. By the time he met Lotte, in the spring, he was quite accomplished. He was also good at getting women into bed, mainly due to his confidence. His reputation regarding sex was impeccable, and widespread.
When Greg started after Lotte, she did make inquiries about him, asking some sisters from Psi Phi. Greg got rave reviews. So, they were soon a couple. She found out then about his virtues as a sex partner. Found out the hard way.
Still, they were freshmen, and had a lot to experience. They had a discussion about that, and it was decided that they could see other people. This was decided toward the end of the year, when both would go back home for seven weeks. Greg was very much looking forward to the seven weeks, because of Mrs. Emma Smith. He remained faithful to Lotte until they left for home. Lotte also remained true to Greg, although she went out with two other guys, once each. Neither one got too far beyond a kiss, although one of those kisses was hot, hot.
When Greg got home, he said 'Hi' to his folks and then visited Emma. Emma made him very happy. Greg's folks had a good idea what happened between Greg and Emma. But they had discussed it and decided to turn a blind eye. They were far from prudish, those two. Very far.
Greg was working construction that summer, on a nearby school building. He was a general laborer, and made good money. His workday ended at four, and he would visit Emma every weekday evening for one to two hours. On the weekends, Greg dated. Emma allowed him to use her 'au pair' apartment above the detached garage. The understanding was that she'd get him weeknights, and he'd have others Saturday, and Sunday (after church).
That really suited Greg. It also suited the three local women he dated on weekends. All were single women, in their twenties. Greg was hit on by married women, but he had a hard rule about that - not happening. Greg's reputation spread further with each spread of the legs in the garage apartment.
The thing Greg had was that he paid very careful attention to the needs and desires of his partner - whoever that was. Emma taught him that. And she benefitted from his absorption in the lessons.
Alas, in late August, it was time to return to school. Greg and Lotte had corresponded by email and text. Lotte knew about Mrs. Smith. And Greg knew about the three young men she dated over the summer. Each of them was a little jealous. But what could they say, since they, themselves, were playing the field.
Greg had made a good deal of money that summer, and rented a room just off campus for his sophomore year. He and Lotte discussed how they would arrange their lives.
Lotte had a dorm room. And when she wanted sex with Greg, they had his place. And he had his place for sex with other women. But Lotte had to scrounge for places to entertain other guys. Unless those guys had their own places. One such was Professor McDonald - Mack. He was about forty, dark, average size all around. He invited Lotte to his place after a class she was taking from him - Modern American Lit. He was not married, then. She stayed the night. She liked him, and she had a good time. But Greg was better in bed.
In fact, of all the men she'd had, Greg was the best. And after he'd worked construction all summer, he was even stronger than in freshman year. He could pick her up and fuck her standing in the middle of the floor. And she was no lightweight. She'd asked one of her larger partners to try it - a football guy. He was big and brawny. But they were lucky to escape without broken bones. Just bruises.
Because of this conclusion about Greg - that he was the best of the bunch in bed - Lotte tried to consider whether she needed other men. They'd agreed. And it was easy for her to find men, if not to find a place to fuck them. But the thing was - not only was Greg a stud in disguise, he was smart, laughed a lot with her, and they liked the same books and music. She was developing deeper feelings for him. Lotte was not a woman to dilly-dally, once she decided something.
She went to Greg's apartment one Saturday evening. Normally, her nights with him were Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. But this Saturday, she knew his date had become ill. She went over and jumped his bones. She was very aggressive about it, shoving him into his own apartment when he opened the door. She was dressed to be undressed, and dropped her lone garment to the ground so fast that Greg had the impression that it had magically disappeared. She backed him right into the bedroom, and onto the bed. In truth, he offered very little resistance. He was wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt. She had his dick out from the side of the shorts and into her mouth seconds after his back hit the bed. When he was erect, which didn't take long, she shoved him further onto his own bed and mounted him, impaling herself and humping frantically. She stuck her tongue into his mouth, in and out. She fucked him like an animal, and he responded like that. It came to a crashing mutual climax in only a couple of minutes.
When the sex subsided, Greg asked, "What?"
She smiled at him, still on top. "I decided I like you best of anyone. I only want you. No one else." He got hard again when she said that. He'd always liked her the best - well, except for Mrs. Smith. But he wasn't thinking of Mrs. Smith now.
He said, "Okay. Well, not exactly the best time to discuss the future." He thrust himself into her. She moaned. He took that as agreement. He flipped her over and fucked her missionary for quite a while.
The two were exclusive for the remainder of their college years. (Much to Emma Smith's dismay.) They married in June after they graduated. So, when they moved into their new house, they'd been together for over five years.
Tom and Jeri were also a good-looking couple. He more than she. Jeri was 5'4", quite slim, with brown hair and brown eyes. He best feature was a pretty, girl-next-door face. And, she was a tiger in bed. Not the girl next door at all. Unless next door was a brothel. Or a sorority house.
