Mack's Neighbor

by Lester

Mack was a bundle of nerves, and it was all because of his neighbor. Ever since Mack moved into his apartment, the place next door had been inhabited by three girls. April, Judy, and Sara were all nice, friendly girls, and Mack got along with them well. They generally visited at apartment complex get togethers, and on a few occasions had met for cookouts, movies, and other activities. Mack liked them all as friends, and even considered asking one of them out for a friendly date.

Things had changed, however, when Judy got a job in another state. April and Sara had advertised for a roommate, and soon Lisa moved in. Ah, Lisa! Now that was the stuff dreams were made of. Lisa had long dark blonde hair and a pretty face, with big blue eyes, a pert nose, and lucious lips. Her taut, firm body featured full, shapely breasts, without a hint of sag, a nice curve of waist and hip, and a great pair of legs. Suddenly Mack's relationship with his neighbors turned into one of stuttering, stammering, stumbling speech, embarrassed silences, and all the afflictions of a typical lovestruck schoolboy.

This burned Mack to no end. Man, he was 23 years old, not some dopey teenager. Why couldn't he act with some show of maturity when Lisa was around? Surely, he should be able to make a move on an adult woman. But so far he found himself paralyzed with inaction.

Last night, while sitting on his porch enjoying a beer, he heard the girls talking. Their porch adjoined his, but there was a solid wall between them, blocking the view, but not sound. He heard April say she would be gone all weekend at a wedding, and Sara note that she would be out of town visiting family. Lisa had facetiously complained about being left all alone, but had actually expressed pleasure at the chance to get some things done without her roommates' distractions.

This morning Mack had watched as first April, then Sara, had driven away. He knew this was his chance, but couldn't think of any good ideas. Finally he decided on the oldest ploy in the book. He would go next door to borrow a cup of sugar. Of course, if Lisa asked why he needed it, he would be at a loss. But he just couldn't come up with a better plan.

As he walked toward the kitchen to get a measuring cup, he noticed himself in the mirror. He stopped to take a look. Really not that bad, he thought. He was no Adonis, but certainly had a pleasant enough face. Regular participation in sports and workouts kept his body in good shape. Suddenly inspiration struck him. Quickly he peeled off his t-shirt. His tan, well muscled torso with its light carpet of hair across his nicely developed chest was certainly an asset. He hurried to get the cup and headed out the door before he could chicken out and change his mind.

Reaching Lisa's door, he knocked before he could lose his courage. No answer. Heart pounding, he knocked again. Finally Lisa answered the door. She was clad in a sports bra and running shorts. Her exposed skin, of which there was quite a bit, was covered with a sheen of perspiration over her attractive tan. Her sports bra was marked with splotches of wetness, causing it to cling seductively to her curves. Her nipples were erect and pushing out proudly against the taut fabric.

"May I help you?" Mack was so embarrassed! He was so fixated staring at Lisa that he hadn't said a word! "Um, I wondered if, ah, I could ..." "Borrow a cup of sugar?" How had she known? Then he realized that she was looking at the measuring cup in his hand. "Ah, yeah, if I could."

"Sure", she said, "come on in." He entered the apartment. "Actually, you could earn it, rather than just borrow."

"How?" "Well, I've been working out, and had just come to a stretch I do that really needs a spotter. I was debating if I should try it alone, but now that you're here, you can help me out." "Sure, I'd be glad to."

Lisa led him to the living room. The patio door was open to let in the air. A plastic mat had been spread out on the floor. From the damp spots of sweat it was obvious that she had put it down to protect the carpet. Lisa bent down, placing her hands on the mat. She told him to put his hands lightly on her waist, not supporting her, but being ready to catch her if she lost her balance. Then she raised her right leg off the floor, extending it behind her. The tension tightened her shorts, setting off her round, muscular ass, while the crotch showed the bulge of her pubic mound. Next she raised her arms up to her sides, causing the sports bra to tighten enticingly over her lovely breasts. Even though Mack was to the side and above her, it still was an exciting view. Finally, she raised up on the ball of her left foot, and held the position.

This was followed by the same action with her right foot on the floor, then the left, in alternation. On the fourth repetition she must have placed her foot on a sweaty spot, since it suddenly slipped. Without thinking, Mack grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her off the floor. They remained frozen in this tableau for several moments.

"You can put me down now", she said. Instead, Mack lifted and turned her, setting her down immediately in front of and facing him. His instincts taking over, he bent to kiss her. He intended a brief peck, but his hormones were in control, and he instead kissed her deeply, worrying her lips with his, carressing with his tongue. Suddenly, he broke the kiss and looked at her uncertainly.

"I thought that would never happen!", she said. That's all he needed. He kissed her again, dropping his hands to her waist, then pulling them upward, catching her sports bra and pulling it up over her breasts. She raised her arms, allowing him to remove the piece of clothing. He quickly moved down, kissing her neck and chest, then sucking her left nipple firmly into his mouth. Lisa gasped. He wanted to move slowly, but his body seemed controlled by something other than his mind. He dropped to his knees and pulled down her shorts and panties in one motion, revealing the triangle of light brown pubic hair pointing to and guarding the entrance to her pussy. Her feet moved slightly apart as he finished removing her shorts. That was all the opening he needed. He shot his face to her crotch and buried his tongue in her vagina.

Lisa gave out a yelp. After swirling his tongue inside her several times, he moved it up and laved her clitoris. A loud, animalistic howl escaped her lips. He had never heard a sound like that from a human being before. Suddenly, he realized they were standing in front of the open patio door. With one movement he scooped her into his arms and carried her into the nearest bedroom.

"This is Sara's room." "Thanks for telling me", he said as he tossed her onto the bed. She giggled. He quickly stripped off his shorts and underwear, allowing his turgid cock to spring forth unimpeded. He leaped upon her. She bent her knees and drew her legs apart as with one motion he drove his cock into her depths. Animal urges drove him on as he wildly plunged in and out of her cunt. Every thrust was met with a grunt/howl/yelp at high volume. He was amazed by the combination of the length and speed of his thrusts. He had never fucked a girl so wantonly before. Their pelvises met with a loud thwack on each in stroke. Her exhortations increased in wildness and volume. Finally, she let loose with an earsplitting wail. In passing he recalled that the bedroom and patio doors were open, but his mind was distracted by other things. He plunged to her depths and began to pump shot after shot of semen into her. For some reason, he silently kept count, and was amazed by the total of fourteen spurts, and could feel a significant amount of spunk shoot out with even the last one. Lisa had not yet paused for breath, but before he could tell how long her incredible noise would have continued, he collapsed on top of her, his weight forcing out her breath and cutting off her sound.

He laid in utter exhaustion atop of her, and slowly came to. To his amazement, he could feel his cock cease its softening, and it slowly but surely forced its head back into her depths of its own accord. "Again?", she said in amazement. "It sure hasn't done this before", he said in bewilderment. She giggled. "In other words, I shouldn't expect this every time!". He flexed his hips experimentally. His cock may be ready for more, but the rest of his muscles were still exhausted. He wiggled slightly, causing the barest of movements inside her. "Mmmmm", she said, letting him know that this was nice. He raised up on his elbows, and was rewarded by the sight of her gorgeous breasts rapidly rising and falling on her chest. He realized that she was literally gasping for breath, and was embarrassed to realize that his weight must have been crushing her.

Wanting to give her more relief, he raised up onto his hands. Arching his back, he gazed down at their joining and was rewarded by the sight of his cock splitting her vaginal lips. He pulled out about two inches, then watched his cock slide back into her. He repeated the movement. What a sight! It was like watching a porno flick, but this one was live, and starred his cock and Lisa's pussy. He was fucking Lisa! Well, actually, he had already fucked Lisa, but the enormity of his achievement only now registered in his sex-fogged mind.

"I'm sure it's facinating, but you know, a girl might actually want her guy to look at something other than her pussy." He smiled and began to raise his gaze. Suddenly, his grin turned wicked, and he stopped at her chest. "That's not much ...", but before she could finish, he dove for her right breast and sucked her nipple hard into his mouth. "Yowwerughph!", she wailed. He began sucking her tit with a rhythm that he was amazed to realize was matched by his cock strokes. From this position he could feel her noises vibrating in her chest on their way to her mouth. Rolling his eyes to look up at her head, he was amazed that such a pretty girl next door face could be emitting such wild animal sounds.

Releasing her tit, he moved up and surprised himself by kissing her forehead instead of her lips. He settled into a steady, smooth rhythm answered by a series of more sedate groans and grunts. Just as he had never before experienced the savage fucking of their first joining, now he was feeling something new, as well. This was friendly fuck, a companionable fuck, the fucking equivalent of sitting by a fire, drinking tea and trading small talk. He felt he could go on like this forever. Her eyes were half lidded, and her lips parted in a satisfied smile. He knew she felt the same way about this fuck. Finally, however, his needs began to make themselves known. He picked up the pace, and she picked up the volume. Together they moved towards another earth shattering climax. Once again she let loose with an incredible wail just as he reached his orgasm. This time he counted seventeen spurts, another new record. Once again, he was unable to determine how long her yowl would have continued, but, unwilling to crush her again, as the final shot of sperm attacked her cervix, he grabbed her waist and using a move he learned in high school wrestling, he flipped onto his back, pulling her along on top of him, and cutting her noise short. He almost slipped out, but a firm thrust on her waist impaled her once more. However, all things must pass, and this time his cock headed inexorably to full flaccidness. It let loose from her with what felt like it should have made an audible pop, but he could hear nothing. A moment later she rolled off of him onto her back.

"Do you want to take a shower?", he said. "No, I just want to rest here awhile." "I'll stay." "No, you don't have to. I can tell you really want to get cleaned up." "See you later?" "Absolutely! Tell you what, after I rest awhile and then get cleaned up I'll come over to your apartment. Deal?" "Deal!"

As he got up, he looked back at her. Her hair was totally disarranged. Her body was covered with sweat and her pubic hair was caked with the combined remains of their cums. Some would say she was a mess, but he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He pulled on his shorts, and left the apartment. Arriving back at his, he realized that he had left his measuring cup behind. He laughed! Good thing she had seen right through that ruse! Heading for the shower, he saw his swim trunks where he had hung them up to dry the night before. Quickly he changed his plans. He pulled on the trunks, grabbed a towel, headed down the stairs and out the hallway toward the pool.

He was stopped short by the sound of raucous applause. Looking up, he saw guys on porches, standing on stairs, and sitting by the pool clapping, hooting, and hollering. He even saw some girls joining in. Most of the older folks were either ignoring them, or looking on with disapproval, but he was surprised to see one grandmotherly type give him a knowing smile. Obviously, Lisa's sonic storm had been clearly audible all over the apartment complex. He briefly considered a reponse, but knew any would either seem corny or be demeaning to Lisa. He was glad she had remained behind. Hopefully by the time she next emerged everyone would show enough decency not to embarrass her. He shrugged his shoulders and dove into the pool. What else could he do?!