A Very Friendly Neighborhood

Dear Readers,

I hope you enjoy this chapter! It was a lot of fun to write. I also need to once again thank Pandamonium for helping me edit! Fair warning, if you don't like anal, sorry to say this chapter is probably not going to be your cup of tea, but otherwise I hope you really enjoy it too!

~NaughtyPaladin

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If you've never woken up to warm, soft, wet lips wrapped around your cock while a sexy goddess of a woman gently plays with your balls... I highly, HIGHLY recommend it. Feeling breasts press into my thighs as lips gently slid up and down my shaft, a soft tongue swirling my dome, was divine. My eyes fluttered open and I looked down to see Christina, eyes closed in near worship, as she relished every inch of my cock.

She seemed to be enjoying herself, as her erect nipples wove designs, like styluses, tracing the motions of her erotic dance on my legs. Her lovely ass was wiggling happily as she gave me the best morning... I may have ever had.

"Oh fuck." I groaned, and her eyes opened. She caught my gaze and held it as her lips slid down my rod until I felt my tip hit the back of her throat. She continued to hold it, I felt a shift in the back of her mouth... and my dick slid into the sheath of her throat. She started short, fast rocking thrusts, her throat working my already very happy dick until, with a groan, I shot a full six spurts down her throat.

She finally pulled off, gasped for air then smiled. "Good morning..." I could tell she had to catch herself from saying, "Jerry," or perhaps some other pet name she'd had for her former husband. There was a moment of sadness, then she climbed off the bed, her fabulous breasts bouncing and swaying with the motion. "I wasn't sure what time you got up for work, but I figured it would be soon. May I make you breakfast?"

I tore my eyes from her swaying ass, as she walked over to where her robe hung, and glanced at the clock sitting on her dresser. 8:15. My "office" hours were 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. so I had time to enjoy some morning company.

"Sure!" I accepted and watched as she pulled it over her shoulders, but left it open.

She grinned and giggled, wiggling side to side, shyly like a schoolgirl. "You certainly know how to make a girl feel sexy. You can't keep your eyes off me, can you?"

I was reminded once again that Christina was a fucking model. She had the body for it, to put it lightly. Even without those nipples begging to be sucked and the slight glistening on the folds of her exposed pussy, she had a body most girls would kill for. I knew that hip-to-waist ratios, perfect breasts proportions, and god-knows-what other standards existed for measuring beauty... but I didn't know enough about them to give her a coherent response that could mean anything.

"Ah... um... yeah, I mean, no, I mean...." I stammered.

She laughed again and wrapped the robe around herself, hiding that amazing body that was keeping my brain in the stupor I had found myself after that magical wake up.

"I'll be downstairs. Take your time..." She laughed and slid her feet into slippers before slipping from the room.

"Goddamn." I breathed, my brain still trying to fully come online. I'd had girlfriends before, but none of them had ever done something like that for me. Maybe I just wasn't used to being in such high demand, as in college I may have been a stud, I was just one among many, but holy shit, this was getting good!

As I dressed, I began to wonder if I wasn't making a mistake... Christina had made it clear last night she wouldn't be opposed to the idea of us becoming more than just neighbor-with-benefits. She was one hell of a partner in bed, we were already expecting a kid... would it be a mistake to keep going with this crazy dating pool I was working with instead of just pursuing her? A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, they say, so wouldn't a goddess in your bed be worth six in the wings?

I walked downstairs to the smell of eggs, coffee and toast. I'd taken my time and the eggs were coming off the stove as I got downstairs. Christina directed me to the table, and brought over two plates, along with a pill container.

"Gotta keep up the prenatals!" She smiled and took her supplements, then we dug in.

"So... Christina... I was thinking..." I began.

"Me too." She admitted. "I'm glad we have this arrangement. It was nice having you here to comfort me and be with me... and you are WAY better in bed than Jerry was..." There was a bit of bitterness there. "But... I'm glad you aren't looking for more from me here. I am just... not ready for another relationship."

Oh.

"Ah. That's where you were going." She nodded, knowingly. "I had a lot of time to think last night, after we went to bed. You are a great cuddle, and it was exactly what I needed, but... you aren't Jerry. No matter how much I tried to make it otherwise in my head, you weren't him. I can't just pretend he and I were never a thing. He was my first love, and I thought we'd be forever... but he..."

I took her hand, knowing how painful this must be to her.

"Maybe... maybe someday." She told me. "But right now... this is all I can do, and this is what I need... and all I need..."

"I... I think I understand." I told her. "And if that's how you want it, then that's how we'll do it."

"I mean, don't get me wrong." She assured me. "I plan on a lot of repeat performances of last night. As much as I hate to say it, I'm a single mom now, and having a reliable, studly, neighbor who can help me out when I'm feeling lonely or overwhelmed means the world to me, but... I'm just not ready for more commitment... other than to this little one," She put a hand protectively on her lower stomach.

"I'll be happy to support you anyway I can." I assured her.

"Thank you." She whispered, sounding very sincere.

We sat kind of awkwardly for a second.

"So... what will you be doing for work today?" She changed the subject. "I admit, I don't know a lot about what you do."

We talked about the general ideas of what I did for work. Making custom software, I had a lot of nondisclosure agreements I had to dance around, but by the end, she seemed to have an idea.

"That's so cool!" She declared as she collected up the dishes. "I have a bikini shoot this afternoon, and then I'll be talking to my agent about a potential lingerie shoot later in the week. So a busy day for me too."

"I wish I could get a part of that." I laughed.

"Oh? You want to do a boudoir shoot with me? We might get a little too handsy... and more." She laughed giving me a flirtatious look.

"Just tell me when and where." I declared in all seriousness.

"Really? Jerry was always getting after me about not doing anything like that." She snorted. "'Your skin is gorgeous, but you show off too much to too many people,' he'd say."

"Hey, we're just fuck-buddies, I guess. So you do what you want." I told her. "Though... I'd steer clear of doing full nudity in an actual shoot. From what I heard from a girl I met in college, once you cross that line, it's hard to get anyone to respect that boundary again."

"Noted. That's what I hear from the girls I've worked with too." She admitted.

As I walked to the door I heard her call out once more.

"Hey, before you go... have you ever considered a threesome?" She asked.

"Absolutely. You want to do one?" I asked.

"I'll have to think about it." She admitted, drying her hands and walking over. "Jerry said no to a lot of things. Especially because I didn't like him getting so controlling. He said he'd consider two-girls-one-guy, him being the guy, but when I suggested two-guys-one-girl, he was adamant that it would only happen over his dead body."

Double penetration? Or spit-roast? I was curious.

"Of course, now the thought of two guys just..." She shivered. "Maybe one day, but I think it would be sexy to get a better look at what happens in bed with you."

"Maybe Aurora would be open, or one of my girlfriends." I suggested.

"Maybe don't ask Aurora." Christina cautioned. "She's nice and all, and we're good friends, but... that's one place I'm not sure I'm ready to go with her. I'll see if I can't find one of the girls who's interested. I'm sure your girls are nice and all, but I think if I'm gonna do it, I want it to be with someone I know."

"Let me know." I told her and we gave each other a goodbye hug. The hug lasted longer than I expected, and she pulled away and gave me a quick kiss.

"Now, get out of here before I end up making you late for work." She urged.

I walked out of the door with a definite spring in my step. This was going to be a good day.

Or so I thought.

Before I even got back to my door, that was challenged.

"Not content forcing one neighbor to spread her legs at your whim, you had to take Christina too? Couldn't even wait for the ink to dry on her divorce decree, could you?"

I closed my eyes for a second, my good mood ruined, then turned to glare at Debbie over our shared fence.

"Something like that. But she's gonna be sore for at least a day, and I'm gonna need somewhere to drain my balls, so if I were you, I'd loosen your ass up and prepare a way to get your kids out of the house, unless you want Kennedy massaging my balls while I pound your ass." I snapped. "Let her really see what kind of a slut her mother is."

Damn, I didn't know where that came from. Maybe the way she'd just nuked my good mood had really pissed me off. Knowing how "fond" she was of anal, of course my mind had gone there. Maybe the shot about Kennedy had been a bit low, but... for some reason it felt like she deserved it.

She paled and I watched her hips shift as she clenched her butt.

"Uh... right..." She whimpered.

Had she really forgotten our conversation? She'd made it clear Aurora had informed her that she was to keep me satisfied and even gone so far as to dub herself my "cum dump." Antagonizing me now was as good as begging me to put those privileges to good use.

"Will that be all?" She squeaked.

"Wear something sexy tonight." I told her, then stormed up the door to my house and let myself in.

I immediately felt queasy. That was NOT how I treated a woman, ANY woman. What was wrong with me? Sure she'd had no problem making my life hell for a few days, but I felt like last time I'd gotten even with her.

I tried to work, but it was eating me up.

I finally had a thought. Aurora had given me her number! I could call her and have her smooth this out.

The phone rang twice before Aurora picked it up.

"Hello, Mr. Neilson, I hear you are finally making use of Deborah. I'm only surprised you decided to do so so soon after a wonderful evening with Christina. The virility of youth is phenomenal."

"That's what I'm calling about." I struggled. "I may have lost it with her. I'm not that kind of guy though! I don't want to be forcing her into anything like this. Can you help me?"

There was silence on the other end of the call for a minute.

"Are you serious?"

"Dead serious! I got mad, snapped at her and told her to wear something sexy and get her ass ready! I don't want to rape her though!" I declared. "Why are you laughing? This is serious!"

Aurora found something about this far too amusing.

"I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't find this nearly as amusing as I do." Aurora apologized once she got herself under control. "You fear you will be forcing Ms. Stevens, but I can assure you that no such thing will be happening."

"What do you mean?" I demanded.

"Have you heard the phrase, 'You cannot rape the willing?'" She asked.

"Yeah, but that's not a thing!" I countered. "Rape is rape!"

"Mr. Neilson, if it was going to be rape, she would not have been nearly so excited when she called me a half hour ago, asking if I knew what kind of lingerie you like. Nor would she be asking if I knew your favorite colors, and she most certainly would not be buying new lingerie for the event."

I think my brain short-circuited.

"What?" I asked dumbly.

"Mr. Neilson, you are taking advantage of what is known as a kink. Are you familiar with the concept of a kink?" She asked me in a condescending, motherly way.

"Of course I know what a kink is!" I responded, agitated.

"Well, it seems Deborah has something of a kink for being dominated. She may have something of a degradation kink as well as it seems your accusation of her being a slut... what were her words... 'did something to me I'd never felt before. Oh god, I'm so fucking wet.' Now tell me, does that sound like a woman trembling in fear of being molested this evening?"

"What the fuck?" I muttered.

"I would leave Kennedy out of it though, she is actually worried you'll do that. She is not ready for that." Aurora advised. "But, while she may never admit it to you, I believe she is excited to have you take her ass. There is something intensely satisfying about having a man have his way with you. You feel sexy, he gets off, and you both have a good time."

I had no words to respond to that.

"If that is all, have a wonderful day... and a pleasant evening, Mr. Neilson." Aurora dismissed me, and I could hear the smirk in her voice. Then the tone informed me she had hung up.

"What the fuck is wrong with women?" I asked my office wall.

The conversation did make me feel a bit better. After all, if Debbie was that excited to be used like my personal fleshlight, then who was I to kink shame her? That sorted, I got to work a good portion of the day, until there was a pounding at the door.

It was Kennedy, fresh from school, with her backpack on.

"You're gonna fuck my mom again?" She demanded in greeting.

"Hello to you too." I greeted her, and motioned her inside.

Once the full situation was explained Kennedy found it just as funny as Aurora had.

"Wow, mom, what a dumbass thing to do." She snorted. "She deserves to get wrecked. I'll be disappointed if you don't leave her walking bow-legged."

"That is your mother you're talking about." I chastised her.

"Yeah, well, she's not exactly your Virgin Mary anymore." Kennedy pointed out. "Not only does she have me and my brothers, but I found out that since she ended things with my dad, she may have hooked up with a few guys, and would have done more if my brothers and I didn't 'cramp her style', or at least that's what she admitted to when we had that talk."

What an amazing mother, admitting that to your daughter... But I suppose there had to be some kind of explanation for why you were drugging and jumping on the neighbor's cock almost the instant he moved in.

"Let me guess, she explained that adults had needs and without your dad-" I began.

"-Somebody needed to fill them." Kennedy sighed, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, that. Not like I hadn't figured it out, and after getting a taste for what you can do with that thing, I admit, I find it hard to blame her..."

I watched her carefully, and she caught the look.

"That doesn't mean I'm forgiving, or excusing, my dad and that whore he called his secretary." She snapped. "He had my mom, and from what I understand she was still getting and giving plenty of action in the sack, so he had no fucking excuse." Kennedy scowled.

"Wasn't saying you should." I assured her. "After all, I fully supported Christina divorcing Jerry because he cheated."

Kennedy was still grumpy, but seemed to accept that.

"So, what are you here for?" I asked. "Need help studying?"

"Nah. Your help the other day was great and I think I've got it." Kennedy explained. "I got a 98% on the quiz today, so I'm feeling pretty good on my understanding of logarithmic derivations."

"Well, that's good. What did your teacher say?" I laughed.

"Well, at first she was suspicious, but once I explained I had a math-wiz tutor, and you explained everything so clearly, she had no real choice but to believe me. Especially when I started teaching Jayline how to do them." Kennedy gloated.

It was kinda a proud moment, knowing that my protege had been teaching others.

"So, if you're not here to study... hate to break it to you, but if I'm gonna be keeping my appointment with your mom... I need to be... not going in with a half-full tank, if you get my drift." I explained.

"Pft!" Kennedy waved my objections away. "I'll get mine later."

"What do you mean?" I asked cautiously.

"Oh come on, didn't I... Oh, I guess I forgot." She noted. "Well, Mom pretty much ran me and my brothers out of the house. Tanner and Gammy are having sleep-overs with friends. Joey is staying with my aunt. I took one look at the Victoria's Secret bag my mom was trying to hide and figured out what was going on."

"Oh, so she did clear the place out. So where are you staying tonight?" I chuckled to myself.

"Duh. Here." She told me. "Once you're done plowing my mom, someone has to keep you company." She teased. "Wouldn't want you to get lonely... and I kinda want to see what my mom's pussy tastes like on your cock once you're done with her."

I must have had quite the expression on my face, because she rolled her eyes and said, "Look, it's just something a friend said, okay? It got me curious."

"Well... I don't know how to break it to you, but you won't be tasting pussy tonight, if that's what you're going for." I warned. "I informed your mom she was going to be taking it hard in the ass."

Kennedy blinked, then laughed. "HA! Serves her right! I take it back, I don't want her walking bow-legged, but if she can sit normally for a week, I'll be disappointed."

"So, you wanna find another friend, or-" I fished.

"You kidding me? No." Kennedy sighed. "Not only are people guessing I'm the one that squealed on Jess, and caused that whole fiasco, but the other girl involved... she makes it sound like it was... pretty bad. So half the school hates me for squealing, the other half hates me for waiting so long to squeal. So, yeah, Jayline tolerated me long enough to learn math, but if you think I'm going to be invited to sleepover at her place, especially on a school night... you might as well ask for a unicorn and a million dollars to go with those delusions."

I almost started to argue on principle that I wasn't her babysitter, and we shouldn't be... but we were past that at this point, weren't we?

"So, I figured this was a rare opportunity to see what waking up next to the stud who rocked your world the previous night was actually like." Kennedy concluded.

It was, in some ways, incredibly nice and convenient being able to just talk to her about how I was going to fuck her mother then come back and she was planning on getting at least something from me to end the night. In other ways it was really strange, openly and blatantly talking about sex like this with my barely legal teen neighbor. In the end, we'd had sex before, we most definitely would again, she'd made that clear, and she already knew about me and her mother, so... what was the harm in talking about it?

"Man, this is the weirdest neighborhood I've ever even heard of." I shook my head, just thinking about everything that had happened, and was likely to happen.

"I like to think we're just nice and friendly." Kennedy smirked.

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It was just after dinner, with Kennedy relaxing at my place cruising youtube looking for... whatever teenagers wasted time on nowadays... when I knocked on the Stevens' door, trying to sound confident... and not like I was about to apologize for bossing Debbie around earlier. I had to remind myself that Aurora and Kennedy had both insisted that Debbie was excited to be used as... whatever I was about to turn her into.