I sighed deeply as I hung up the phone with my husband.
‘What the fuck did you do? Idiot!’ I scolded myself. ‘It hasn’t even been two months.’
I rolled out of bed, head swimming a bit, and shuffled into the shower to wash my hair and body, then sat on the floor until the hot water began to run out. I dried off and headed into the kitchen, pausing briefly in front of the coffee pot before deciding on iced water and toast.
The night before had been a blur at first, but as the sleep gradually faded from my brain, it had become strikingly clear. I had fucked my neighbor, Gary. In my own living room, no less. A smile touched the corners of my mouth briefly as I replayed parts of the liaison before shaking my head as if to rid myself of the thought. After I finished my toast, I resolved to get myself ready for the day and try to get a few things done.
After dressing and putting on just enough makeup to be presentable, I blow-dried my hair and left it straight. I grabbed my everyday purse and went to the secretary in the living room, retrieving the clutch I had tossed there the night before. I emptied its contents into the other bag and turned to walk out the door, but as I did, I froze. Through a gap in the blinds, I could see him on his porch, sweeping.
‘Ugh, not right now,’ I thought to myself.
I hadn’t even attempted to unpack the events of the previous night. At that moment, the last thing I needed was to talk to Gary face-to-face. I waited for him to return to his house for several minutes before hurriedly descending my stairs and trotting to my car. I exited the parking lot of my condominium complex and got on the road.
As I went about my errands, I at times played devil’s advocate with myself while at the same time resolving to never do it again.
‘Nobody ever has to know. It was a minor slip-up. You’re not the first woman to ever do this. Take it to your grave.’ I thought.
The devil tossed her two cents in, ‘That’s right, nobody ever has to know. It was good, wasn’t it? Just keep it in your pocket, you might need it again.’
“Shut the fuck up,” I mumbled, silencing both voices.
I finished my errands and headed home, pausing in the driveway to look for Gary’s car. It was gone, so I hurriedly parked, carried my few groceries and things up the stairs, and closed the door behind me. I looked around the room and went about straightening the things I had scattered when we made our hasty entry the previous night. I returned the clutch to its home in my closet and the pile of my clothes from the night before that had migrated from the floor to an armchair went into the washing machine.
The blinds were still drawn, and I pulled the tilt cord to open them just enough to let some light in. As I turned, I noticed a discolored spot on the edge of the couch where I had been sprawled the night before.
‘Oh shit,’ I thought, staring with a sense of dread at the stain on the beige fabric.
I all but ran to the kitchen to grab upholstery cleaner from under the sink and went about cleaning the stain. As I scrubbed, I began to realize that there would now be a very clean spot on an otherwise not-so-clean couch cushion. An hour later, I was sitting in the armchair staring at a very clean couch, wondering why I had been in such a hurry to hide evidence from someone who wouldn’t see it for another three months.
I went about avoiding Gary. A week went by, and I came home to a brief message on the answering machine asking that I call him. I ignored it and three days later, a knock came at my door. I tiptoed over and looked through the peephole to discover him standing on the landing with his back turned. I ignored that as well and waited for him to go away. I watched him descend my stairs and ascend his own after trying the doorbell. I was able to keep up the game of avoiding calls and knocks at the door for about another week before rationalizing that I couldn’t do it forever. I resolved that I would go about my business and confront Gary when the time came.
As if calling in fate, the very evening I made that decision, I rounded the corner on my way to the dumpster with a bag of trash in hand and nearly bumped into him. It was dark out, and I let out a little shriek, dropping the plastic bag.
“Whoa, sorry,” he said, holding his hands up.
“It’s okay, you just startled me,” I mumbled as he bent to pick up the garbage bag.
“Listen, Allie,” he began carefully. “I figured you were probably feeling weird about the other night. I get it. It’s fine. I feel a little bad about it myself, and I want you to know that it’s cool. I’m not expecting anything from you. If you want to go back to just being friends, that’s okay. If you want to never talk to me again, that’s okay too. But you don’t have to hide from me. “
This threw me for a bit of a loop because that had been my overriding thought through the previous weeks, that he would expect this to become a thing. But his words gave me an overwhelming sense of relief, and I sighed audibly.
“Okay,” I replied. “I just need to process it, you know. I didn’t expect things to go this way.”
“Well, take as much time as you need. And if you need anything, you know where I am. Cool? I’ll get this,” he said, inclining his head towards the bag as he turned for the dumpster.
I stood mutely for a moment, not quite knowing what to say.
“Thanks, Gary,” I finally mustered.
He turned and waved a hand while walking backwards for a moment, as I watched him walk into the fading light.
I went back upstairs and tried to watch TV without really paying attention to what was happening on the screen.
‘Why does he have to be so fucking nice about it?’ I thought. ‘If he were an asshole, I could just tell him it was one and done, go away. Now I have to talk to him.’
And it was true. No matter what, I would have to at least be civil. He lived sixty feet from me, and I would have to depend on him to keep his mouth shut eventually. I didn’t normally keep much alcohol in the house, but my grandmother had left a bottle of Canadian whiskey under my sink during a visit the month before. I mixed it with some diet soda and got buzzed before falling asleep.
Another week slipped by. The calls from Jay went on, mostly by rote at that point. Nothing much was going on for either of us, and the conversation was generally pretty mundane. Gary and I had settled into a sort of awkward civility which consisted of mainly idle chit-chat. I had unpacked, then re-packed the events of “that night” tightly. However, I gradually increased the length of my peeks into that box. The fact that it was usually late at night when I needed “inspiration” was often tempered by a lot of arguing back and forth between different sides of my conscience.
As the days marched on, these forays became more and more frequent, reaching almost a fever pitch. Early one Friday evening, I had been steadily making my way through one of a pair of bottles of wine my boss had passed along to me when I noticed Gary going up his stairs. I had just enough time to admire his wide shoulders and tight backside before he went through his door.
A notion came over me and my stomach dropped as it glared in my mind. I briefly attempted to dispel it, but after a moment’s consideration, I retrieved the second bottle from the refrigerator, and after checking my makeup and hair in the mirror in the dining room, I headed across to Gary’s.
I paused at the door and almost lost my nerve until he startled me by opening the door. I stood like a deer in the headlights, mouth agape.
“Hey!” he said cordially. “I heard you coming up the stairs. Everything okay? “
‘Ah fuck. Busted,’ I thought.
“Oh! I, uh, just wanted to see if you wanted this wine. My boss gave it to me,” I fumbled.
“Oh, you don’t want it? Let me see,” Gary said, taking the bottle from my hands.
It wasn’t particularly fancy, but decent enough that I probably wouldn’t have spent my own money on it.
“This is pretty good stuff,” he continued. “And it’s already chilled! Want to share it with me? “
I attempted to demur, telling him I had already had most of another bottle just a while before, but Gary insisted I have at least a glass with him. My attempt to backtrack defeated, I entered the house and followed him to the kitchen, where he retrieved a couple of wine glasses, giving each of us a healthy pour. As we moved towards the couch, I peered around at the well-appointed living room and spotless kitchen as we each chatted about what the other had been up to. His new business had taken an unexpected upturn, and he was looking at buying property out of state. I had settled nicely into my new job and was being courted by the sales director to join her team.
When the subject turned to Jay, I came close to losing my nerve again, but the wine had me feeling warm and was doing its work, so I quickly moved past the subject. I glanced at his chest muscles rippling under his polo shirt as we chatted and lowered my gaze briefly to the bulge in his jeans. He caught my glance but didn’t change his demeanor. As the conversation went on, I eventually relaxed. It felt like one of our “dates”, the ones before I had made a pass at him and pulled him into my house weeks prior. The only difference, I realized, was that I had been fighting with myself about making this very moment happen for all of those weeks.
I stood and went to the kitchen to refill our glasses, having arrived semi-consciously at the decision that I had come here for a purpose and that I was going to see it through. When I returned, instead of sitting opposite him on the loveseat, I sat next to him on the couch. Gary read the situation and turned his body towards me as we continued to chat and joke. I steadily edged closer to him, occasionally reaching out to touch his knee, or smacking at his chest in response to some particularly wicked jest. There was a brief silence, and my eyes met his.
“You know, Allie, I lied. I’m sorry you felt weird about it and all, but I didn’t. I haven’t felt like that for a really long time. I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind since,” Gary said, referring to our earlier liaison.
I sat numb for a second or two, not wanting to give too much away. In the end, I gave up.
“Neither do I,” I admitted, sighing. “I’ve thought about it almost every day.”
We sat staring at each other in silence for a moment. I was facing him by then, my left foot tucked underneath me with our knees touching. The suede upholstery was causing my legs to sweat a little where my shorts didn’t cover them. Finally, he leaned in and our lips met.
The kiss was soft and lingering, causing my stomach to drop and my skin to break out in goosebumps. When it finally broke, we pulled apart and our eyes met once again.
“I’ve wanted you since the day I laid eyes on you,” he half whispered.
I leaned in, my lips parted, and our lips met again. This time, his tongue slipped into my mouth alongside mine, and I greedily accepted it, pushing my own into his in return. His hand rose to caress my cheek as we kissed. As he leaned towards me, I hooked a hand under his arm to rest on his back, the other resting on his thigh. Within a few moments, I could feel the bulbous head of his cock through the denim as it stretched to meet my hand. I gave it a squeeze and began to stroke it through the material, eliciting a light moan into my mouth.
Gary continued to lean towards me until he was lying on top of me, his pelvis grinding into mine as I felt his saliva combine with my own and flow into my open mouth. I had the heel of one foot pressed into his muscular ass while the other rested on the floor. This time I managed to get him unzipped with one hand and reach inside the fly of his jeans.
‘Commando again,’ was my fleeting thought. ‘Does the man not own underwear?’
I stifled a giggle as I attempted to reach deeper into the opening. From the position I was in I could just reach the top third of his shaft, and he repositioned himself to give me better access.
I ran my hand down the hot skin and found the head of his rod, which was leaking profusely. I used it to lubricate my fingers and draw semicircles around the underside of the thick crown. Gary’s own fingers had found their way into the inner leg of my shorts, dipping a fingertip, then two, into my opening and causing me to sigh. I pulled my hand from inside his pants while simultaneously pushing up on his chest. I brought my fingers, which were now sticky with his fluid, up to my mouth, sucking on them suggestively.
He took the hint, sitting up, and I repositioned myself on my hands and knees on the couch next to him. I carefully maneuvered his dick through his fly and gazed at it standing proud. I took a moment to again marvel at the skin folding over his head before lowering my face to his crotch. Still on hands and knees, I ran my cheek along the hot underside of his shaft several times, turning slightly on the last few strokes to run my lips along the same spot. This coaxed a long sigh from Gary, which turned into a groan as I engulfed the head with my mouth. I moaned as the flavor of him hit my taste buds. The salt of his sweat and the slight tangy sweetness of his drooling cock slit caused my mouth to water. I began to suck him slowly and seductively, occasionally reaching my tongue into the opening in his pants to lap at his balls before undoing his top button and gently tugging them out where I could pay closer attention to them.
Gary reached down my back with his right hand and slid my thin running shorts down, giving my ass a little smack before caressing it and sliding his fingers under the thong of my panties. They brushed fleetingly across my rosebud, which caused me to flinch a little, before finding their way to my slit. He slowly worked a finger into me as I worked his cock to my limit at the back of my throat. I was distracted to the point of stopping several times by the delicious feel of his finger working inside of me and his other hand reaching down my shirt to squeeze a nipple. I hooked a thumb into my own waistband, lowering my shorts and pants the rest of the way to my knees in one motion. He then inserted a second finger and, within perhaps a dozen thrusts, I was moaning my way through a small orgasm.
My back and neck had begun to get a little cramped in my position on the cushion next to him, so I crawled off of the couch and moved between his legs, leaving my shorts and panties behind. I began pulling at the waistband of his jeans and he raised his ass up enough that I was able to lower them to his ankles, at which point he kicked both shoes off. I finished the job by pulling the pants off of his legs and setting them on the floor beside me.
I resumed my work on his cock, his legs spread lewdly while he rested his hand gently on the back of my head. I stroked him, milking out a drop or two of clear liquid from time to time and pressing my face deeply into his crotch to suck on his balls and lick the perineum below. After returning his cock to my mouth, he pushed and held for a few moments until he elicited a small gag from me and let me continue. This cycle was repeated several times until finally he pushed me back onto my heels and stood in front of me.
Gary grabbed me under the arms and helped me to my feet, leaning in to kiss me deeply. His hands roamed over my body, first reaching under my shirt and deftly unhooking my bra before pulling my shirt over my head and dropping it to the floor. I shrugged out of the bra and stood naked before him. He paused and stared, admiring me for a second or two, then lowered his mouth to my breasts, sucking the hard nipples into his mouth one by one. My hand again found his hard cock and stroked it distractedly while his mouth on my tit sent electric shocks racing around my body, terminating at my clit. His hands found my ass cheeks, caressing them.
I let out a little shriek as Gary picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and legs around his waist while our mouths connected again. I could feel his hardness between my ass cheeks, and I humped my wet crotch into his belly as I sucked on his tongue.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.” He said this as he broke the kiss.
I moaned my approval and began to nibble his ear and suck on his neck as he carried me down the hallway.
His room was clean and dimly lit, a small lamp in the corner giving off the only light. The room was a mirror image of my own, and as he walked me over to his bed, I felt the head of his cock connect with the opening of my pussy. I managed to slide down just slightly, getting about an inch of him inside me. I bounced up and down two or three times, wanting him inside, but Gary was clearly the responsible (and mostly sober) adult in the room. He lifted me off and laid me on my back on the bed, immediately going down on me after ditching his shirt and tossing it aside. I let out an audible gasp as his mouth made contact with my dripping cunt and what began as soft licks, increased in pressure over a few minutes until I was panting and grinding my hips up to meet his strokes. His mouth was working magic, sending pulses crackling into my brain as he fucked me with his tongue.
When he started dragging his wide tongue across my clit while simultaneously fucking me with two, then three fingers, the butterflies in my stomach coalesced into the telltale contractions of an orgasm. I came hard, practically howling as I gripped the back of his head and humped into his face. Lights danced behind my tightly closed eyelids as weeks of pent-up frustration seemed to dissipate at once.
I lost my wits momentarily.
“Oh… fuck…oh…fuck,” I half whispered several times, eyes closed tightly.
I felt him move away from me, and when I regained my senses Gary was rummaging through a drawer next to the bed. He stood up with a small foil wrapper in his hand. I spread my legs obscenely and rubbed my soaking wet slit as I watched him drop the wrapper to the floor and roll the condom on. His cock looked slightly ridiculous bobbing in front of him with the latex only covering about two-thirds of his shaft, but my mind quickly turned to other things as he pulled me to the edge of the bed by my ankles.
This time he wasn’t as gentle as he had been weeks before. Crudely spitting on his hand and rubbing it on his latex-covered knob, he shoved a single thigh back with one hand and aimed himself with the other. He entered me in a single stroke, causing a guttural groan to escape my lips.
“Oh god Gary, fuck me!” I hissed, as the tip of his cock brushed against my cervix.
My head was swimming as he folded the other leg back and pounded into me rhythmically. I cursed, I spoke in tongues, and I begged him not to stop when he switched tempo and slid the fat head of his cock directly across my g-spot. I could feel another orgasm building somewhere deep inside, then whimpered dejectedly when I felt him drag himself out of me.
“Flip over,” Gary said.
I couldn’t tell if it was an order or a request, but I readily complied. He entered me again, standing behind me. His large hands gripped my hips and he began to slam into me at a hard, steady pace. The ‘slap, slap, slap’ of his balls bouncing off of my exposed clit were more than I could bear, and after a short time, I quite literally gushed another orgasm, soaking my inner thighs and the gray comforter in the process while half screaming, half moaning my pleasure. My arms and legs became weak, and I collapsed into a prone position.
Gary crawled onto the bed to lie on top of me and continued fucking for several minutes before pulling out of me, whipping the condom off, and jerking himself onto me. Long, hot ropes of cum hit me in the neck, hair, back, and ass. Normally the hair would have pissed me off, but in that moment I didn’t care. I wanted him everywhere. I would have bathed in him if he’d requested it.
Gary collapsed next to me and we caught our breath for a time before I turned my head towards him and smiled. He smiled back, which turned into a giggle session for both of us. He leaned in and kissed me before rolling out of bed.
“Let me get you a towel.” He sighed, walking towards the closet.
“Mmm…” I hummed lowly in response. He returned shortly, wiping the prodigious mess from my back and behind. We lay next to each other, chatting about nothing, Gary messing with my hair and me rubbing his chest until things quieted down and I got up from the bed and made my way to the living room to gather my belongings.
“You don’t have to go, you know.” He said, his deep voice almost startling me.
I turned and stared at him, outlined in the dim lamplight as he was, and contemplated his words for several seconds.
“Okay,” I replied simply, before returning to bed.
We talked and petted for a while, eventually dozing off together. Sometime in the middle of the night, I felt Gary pull me towards him and was slowly awakened to his hardness rubbing between my cheeks. I reached behind my back and lightly stroked his cock, listening as his breathing changed audibly. He snaked an arm underneath me and wrapped it around to toy with one of my breasts, while simultaneously sliding a pair of fingers between my legs to stroke across my rapidly swelling clit. I let out a low whimper and felt him begin to fuck into my stroking hand. When he did, I tightened my grip, eliciting a quiet growl from his chest. This went on for several minutes, both of us sighing and moaning our approval at the other’s attention.
My instincts had me edging my lower body towards him. I aimed the head of his dick towards my slit and started rubbing him up and down, spreading the moisture that had collected inside my outer lips over him and causing both of us to moan out loud. The moment was out of our control, and in my half-asleep frenzy of lust, I positioned the swollen head of his cock at the opening of my cunt and gyrated my hips backward until I felt it pop inside. Gary finished the job by slowly pushing into me. He went in bare and I made no motion to stop him.
He fucked me lying on my side, and he was behind me in the spoon position, eventually lifting my top leg and folding it up to my chest. I came quickly and intensely in my waking stupor, my orgasm continuing long after I had stopped moaning. Gary pulled out of me briefly, getting up to straddle my bottom leg while leaving the top one to lie outstretched in front of me. I was on fire as he steadily pounded into me, not wanting it to end. Finally, he pulled out and I felt his hot semen splash on my exposed ass and pussy.
He collapsed on the bed next to me, and as we caught our breath, he rested a hand on my side.
“That was amazing,” I half whispered, trembling. “I wish I’d come over sooner.”
“It’s okay. You had your reasons,” he replied. “But don’t wait so long next time.”
“I won’t,” I said quietly. And I knew that I wouldn’t.
No further words were spoken. We drifted off again, my last action to reach for the towel still in its place on the bedside table and give myself a cursory once over.
I awoke Saturday morning and slipped out to the living room, dressed quickly, and scurried across to my house. I needed to catch a phone call.
