My mouth is swollen, bruised and sore from fierce, rough kisses, and my body, though exhausted, is content and sated. I still reek of sex. But I’ll get back to all that.
Friday afternoon I pulled into the parking lot of Hyacinth’s complex to see her bouncing and waving from the upper stairs. Her green wrap dress flitted in the slightly cool breeze while an ear-to-ear grin graced her face.
“You’re real!” she shouted down, “You’re really real!”
I fumbled with my luggage awkwardly in my rush to hug this amazing woman. Yes. There were girlie squeals and screams and plenty of “oh my goshes”, but we eventually made it up the very long flight of stairs to her apartment. Her home was warm and welcoming—a mix of old fashioned and bohemian influences. She poured us chilled white wine in green stemmed glasses and gave me the tour. We strolled out on her balcony, taking in the refreshing, cloudy weather. Downstairs Neighbor waved hello from his balcony one story below and was promptly invited up for introductions by Hyacinth.
I had always assumed Downstairs Neighbor (DN) was a fifty-something, balding, beer-bellied man who went around in ratty t-shirts. Now, I’m not sure why I thought this… but that mental picture was quickly eradicated and replaced with the handsome, tall, broad shouldered, jean-and-plaid-clad thirty-something reality who stood before me offering his hand in introduction. Hy was quick to point out similar interests she knew we shared and we chatted easily for several minutes. But pedicures beckoned so we bid DN farewell and headed out, a full day of girl time ahead of us.
Once toes had been prettied, she drove us to an eclectic little wine bar where we lounged under large twinkle light filled trees on a crushed granite patio and sipped white wine and nibbled on gourmet cheeses, crackers, humus and smoked salmon. Then it was back to Hy’s place for more relaxation, visiting and primping before going to dinner.
Now, I know Hyacinth has said she didn’t get approached when she went out, but I didn’t really believe her. We’ve seen her pictures. We know what an amazing woman she is. How could someone like that not get hit on? Well. Let. Me. Tell. You. I’ve never in my entire life been anywhere that people kept so stubbornly to their little clique. Where I’m from, people mingle. They say hi. They strike up conversations that may or may not turn into something… but not here. Not where Hy lives. I must confess, when we hadn’t been hit on (even somewhat hit on!) by 10:30 I was thoroughly disgusted with the men in her town. When I go out I expect at least a little bit of attention. Yeah. We got a great big fat nothing.
Being the smart women we are, we had taken a cab to dinner so neither of us had to worry about driving intoxicated and we planned to take one home. But when The Neighbor called to see where we were and offered to come pick us up, not only was I pleased and impressed with his chivalry, I was more than ready to head back to the sanctuary of Hy’s Haven. And that’s how my first moments of meeting The Neighbor took place in his shiny black car. What is he like? He’s well-spoken, polite, smart and witty. He’s cute rather than handsome, muscular but not built and wouldn’t stand out as particularly memorable in a crowded room.
We arrived back at the apartments after an uneventful ride and climbed the steps to their doors, easy conversation flowing. TN asked if Hy and I wanted him to bring over ingredients for cocktails, white wine, vodka or tequila.
“All of it!” we said simultaneously.
The boy grinned and would have put Flash Gordon to shame with how quickly he was in and out of his apartment and over to Hy’s. I’m thinking his hope of a double blowjob had something to do with his haste.
Now about that. I have never in any way participated in anything but one-on-one sex. So the thought of putting my mouth on a man’s cock at the same time as another woman was more than a little mind-boggling. But Hyacinth really liked the idea of making this little fantasy come true for TN, so I was keeping an open mind. And he knew this. However, thanks to Hy’s loving, open personality the sexual tension in the room wasn’t awkward at all. So the boy went to work mixing us drinks, the obvious goal being to get everyone drunk and relaxed.
The playing cards and poker chips came out and, as we each took turns winning and losing hands of Texas Hold Em and sipped more and more alcohol things got interesting. Somewhere along the way TN had to exchange his jeans and hoodie for more chips so he could stay in the game. So there he sat. On the floor. In his gray boxer briefs and I was doing everything I could to keep from looking at the large bulge straining at the fabric. But I couldn’t help but see the tell-tell drops of pre-cum that darkened his underwear.
“Marian’s got great tits, right TN?” teased Hy as she tugged on my shirt revealing my cleavage. He nodded in agreement. Hy gently ran her hands over my breasts, exploring the outside of my bra. She then pulled her shirt down and recreated for him the image she posted on her blog earlier. The boy looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head.
“May I touch?” he asked.
I looked at Hy and she grinned and nodded. So I nodded too. He reached out and put his square shaped hand on my breast, feeling the volume. He asked if he could touch our breasts at the same time and again, we agreed. There was something very heady about the whole situation. I won’t lie. It was fucking hot. But the kid opened his mouth.
“Gee, there’s a major difference between a DD cup and an E cup,” he said, still squeezing.
“Whoa,” I said sternly, pulling away from his hand, “You don’t get to compare us. You get on the floor and give me ten pushups for that. Right. Now. Good ones.”
He looked at me wide-eyed. I pointed. He did pushups. His penance done I relaxed again as he cosseted Hy with attention and affection.
A little later Hy casually said, “Marian can orgasm just from getting her tits played with.”
“Can I try?” the boy asked.
I hadn’t forgotten his unthinking comparison, nor Hy telling me it was the aftermath of him rehashing the adventure that she feared. But damn, my boobs were aching to be touched.
“If I let you,” I said sternly, “You aren’t ever allowed to talk about this with Hy. Ever.”
Disappointment washed over his round face.
I felt an intoxicating sense of power over this unthinking boy who has hurt my friend so many times. Yes. I would let him touch me. But to never be able to talk about it. For it to be as if it didn’t happen. That would be his torture.
Our terms settled he scooted closer and ran his hands expertly over my breasts and, as I’m wont to do, in a few moments I was having a nice little orgasm. I guess because it was a trick he hadn’t seen before he looked over at my dear friend and opened his stupid-ass mouth and said, “Now, why can’t you do that Hy?”
Her face, all grins and giggles moments before fell, shattered. I was livid. She got up from her cross-legged position of observance on the floor and went to kitchen. I turned on the stupid man-puppy with a vengeance, my eyes flashing with anger.
“You can’t say shit like that. It’s not right,” I growled at him. “A woman is either wired to do that or she isn’t. And you are asking her to do something that her body physically can’t do. And all she wants to do is please you and that was an asshole thing to say. Do you understand?”
Understanding washed over his face. Maybe for the first time ever, he got it.
“Oh,” he said quietly.
“Don’t you ever dare say something like that ever again,” I said, my voice lowering threateningly. “Got it?”
He nodded obediently.
Hy returned just then and flopped back down on the floor, her big blue eyes flitting back and forth between the two of us, her chin slightly trembling. My heart ached for this beautiful woman and I realized I had unwittingly contributed to her hurt. I held my arms open to her and she flew into them like a homing pigeon. She curled up against me and nestled her head on my chest while I gently stroked her hair, kissed her forehead and murmured comforting there-there-nows. I don’t know what TN made of the scene because I refused to look his direction. There would be no connecting for us over Hy’s pain. I’m not sure how long I held and loved on my friend before the good side of TN came out. He’s used to being her protector, her comfort. And here I was protecting her from him. It was too much for the kid. He curled up behind her and wrapped tender arms around her, kissing her gently on the neck. As I stroked her soft tendrils he lifted her skirt and slid a finger inside her pussy, attempting to make her feel better in the only way he knows how.
And then, holy hell. I was treated to a show. A beautiful show. I looked on as he fucked her with his fingers with the skill that only comes with practice and experience of two people intimately familiar with each other. I almost came just from watching.
“Use your cock,” I growled at him.
He looked up at me and proudly pulled out the man meat I had read so much about. My eyebrows rose in appreciation and my channel ached to be filled as I watched him thread his length inside her. What she’s written… the writhing, the crying, the insanity… it’s all true. I saw it. I watched his round white ass pound her hard, fast and deep. And it was beautiful.
We moved to the bedroom and I curled up beside Hyacinth as this boy who’d made me so angry earlier brought her so much pleasure. They were on fire. I was on fire. Nothing like two very beautiful people fucking like animals in heat while you’re fully clothed in bed with them to turn a girl on. I thought I was going to explode. So when Hy told TN to take my nipple in his mouth while he was buried inside her, I was more than willing. As he nursed on my breast while she watched I felt her racking orgasm spill into the room. Shortly thereafter TN came with a roar and heavy shudders. I got up to let them have their moment and because I really couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted fucking so damn bad. And no way in hell was I going touch TN. I ducked into the bathroom to calm myself and when I stepped out a gift was standing in Hy’s living room. A man! A tall, lovely man! Downstairs Neighbor had returned and let himself in.
I flew at him like he was a long lost friend and wrapped my arms around him, embracing him in a full body hug.
“Hiiiiiiiii” I cooed.
“What the hell is going on?” he laughed in a big, full voice.
“They’re fucking,” I said simply.
“Yeah, I kinda figured that out,” he said. “But what are you doing?”
“Just being,” I said shrugging my shoulders.
I followed him out to the balcony and watched as he pulled out a cigarette. Before he could light it, I put my hand on my heart, looked at him with pleading eyes and begged, “Will you for the love of god please kiss me before I have a coronary?”
“Sure!” he said, setting aside the cancer stick.
And kiss me he did. His mouth crushed mine fiercely, madly, passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck while his arms encircled my back, pulling me tight against his tall, firm body. I don’t know how long we kissed, how long I threw myself at him, before he pulled back and said, “Easy now tiger.”
The slight scold brought me back to myself and I stepped away, a little abashed. I looked down and realized I wearing only my low cut black slip and my skirt so I excused myself to find my shirt. When I returned, DN assured me I had been just fine without it, but if I was going to find some sense of control again I needed that thin layer of fabric.
I stepped back out on the balcony and over the next hour something unexpected happened. Over talk of our mutual interests, sharing our observations about Hy and TN and extremely sexy kissing sessions, Downstairs Neighbor and I bonded intellectually. He was smart, I realized. And his chain of thought was running along the same lines. We leaned in to kiss each other again and, when we separated, he smiled and said softly, “You’re a very intelligent woman.”
“Yes,” I said, my voice barely a whisper accepting his compliment, “I am. Thank you.”
He shook his head as if arguing with himself. I frowned slightly and asked, “What’s that about?”
He leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees, looked deeply into my eyes and said, “You go back home tomorrow. And I don’t do this. I don’t fuck around. You see, I get attached. And I like you.”
I smiled before gently kissing his lips and then said, “I understand.” As I pulled away I gave him what one of my friends calls my “look”. I’m not sure what it looks like exactly, but DN’s reaction was to breathe in a ragged breath and say, “You’re not just smart. You’re dangerous.”
“Sweetheart,” I said softly, my vowels extending, “I’m the devil.”
As I grinned wickedly at him, he threw back his head and laughed with an equally wicked demon roar.
“No, I’m the devil,” he said.
Hyacinth and TN wrestled inside as DN and I dared each other with our eyes. I broke the eye contact, looked down and then back up at him through my eyelashes.
“We don’t have to actually have sex you know,” I said sweetly.
“What do you consider sex?”
That’s when some sort of man telepathy happened between TN and DN. The Neighbor popped out on the porch with Hyacinth and announced that they were going next door for a while. No sooner than they were out the door, DN and I were stumbling over each other to get inside. Kissing, pressing, writhing, touching. My lust crested as we collapsed in a tangle on Hy’s couch. I knelt before DN, started to undo his belt buckle and I looked up at him for permission, my desire painted across my face. A ragged growl rasped from his throat as he said, “You are a creature to be feared and revered.”
His cock came out to play, as did my boobs and after just a few minutes we were scrambling to find Hy’s condom stash. After we finally found the magic golden wrappers we socked his erection up and wow. Just wow. The man proceeded to fill me, racking my body with hard, powerful thrusts over and over and over. I came almost instantly, my cries filling the room.
We moved from the living room to Hy’s bedroom and piled onto the bed I’d shared with Hy and TN earlier. Over the next two or maybe three hours he used his cock and his body to bring me to orgasm so many times I lost count. He ravaged me like a bull in rut, but was tender at the same time. And he had yet to come. Earlier in the evening he had told me he probably wouldn’t. But I wanted his release. Badly. I heard myself begging him to stop, crying out for water… After hydrating I lay in his arms, running my finger lightly up and down his chest while he gently stroked my back.
“How is it that you haven’t come?” I asked.
“Mental control,” his gravely voiced purred.
Then it hit me. He’d been holding back. He’d been keeping his release from me. I bounded out of the bed and smacked him on the ass. Hard.
“Mother fucker!” I yelled, “You’ve been holding out on me intentionally!”
He grinned in affirmation and laughed his devilish laugh.
“Oh no,” I said, “That’s not how this is going to go down. You’re going to come for me from your fucking spinal cord and you’re going to do it now. Get a condom on that thing.”
As soon as it was wrapped I was on him, riding him, cheering him, commanding him. I rocked my hips against him with a speed and force I didn’t know I was capable of, my breasts bouncing with the rhythm.
“Come. Come inside me. You are going to fucking come!” I panted.
I felt the change in him. He stopped holding back. He let me bring him to the brink and I watched as his green eyes sought mine. My hair spilled around our faces as I hovered just inches above him, my hips still grinding up and down. With our eyes locked he came with a roar and spasms as violent as a seizure. Then my devil man whimpered. He had come.
“Don’t move,” he whispered, “Please, just let me stay inside. It feels so good inside.”
“Yes, so good,” I breathed back. “No need for me to go anywhere.”
I don’t know how long we lay together like that. Me still impaled on his dick, tenderly curled up on his chest.
“I want to stay the night,” he said, “Because I want to fuck you in the morning.”
“Okay,” I agreed before nestling in his arms and falling asleep.
I woke blissfully happy several hours later, the morning light filtering though the frosted window. I opened my eyes to find DN already awake, watching me. I smiled at him sleepily and reached for his cock as I snuggled closer. It’s hard heat filled my hand and I reveled in the fill of his silky skin under my fingertips.
“I’m so glad you decided to have sex with me,” I purred.
“You want to know why I decided to?” he asked.
“Well, yes. Of course.”
“I didn’t decide to because you’re beautiful and not because you have an amazing rack either. And while they are tempting, it wasn’t your eyes that beg me to drown in them that swayed my decision. It wasn’t even that you suck cock like a nymph sent straight from the gates of Haydes to torture me… No. All that is just extra. It was your fucking sexy smartness that did me in.”
And THAT folks is the Downstairs Neighbor. Wow.
We grabbed another golden wrapper, started back up where we had left off the night before and had been at it for a while when Hy’s giggle interrupted. DN good-naturedly roared at her to get out, but I just laughed. Plans for breakfast were briefly discussed as she stood naked in the entrance to her bedroom, partially shielded by the door. When she left I rolled off of DN and delighted in the moment.
“It’s like a hippie commune around here! And I love it! It’s just so open and loving and beautiful!” I chuckled.
I’m still delighting in what happened. It’s so far beyond anything that’s ever happened in my life that now, back at home, far away from Hyacinth’s Haven it seems like a gorgeous dream. Thank you my dear, sweet friend for opening your life, heart and home to me. I love you. And you’ve got some damn fine neighbors.