Call me Steve.
I’m an average-looking, although lean, 26 years year old male. A few months ago I moved to Sydney after completing my engineering degree and – let’s face facts – after my girlfriend, Jai, dumped me for another guy. Apparently, I was always studying and not being attentive to her needs. Her “needs” often centred on her interests, her friends and, well, things like shopping. I’m not bitter about her choosing somebody else, in truth, I did make my studies as a priority, but also I did love that girl, and I was depressed as hell for losing her. Moving to Sydney and into a tiny little inner-city flat while I looked for work didn’t help. I did low paying intern work during the day, and at night watched TV and moped.
It was a Tuesday night about 6.00 pm when there came a lazy rapping on my door. I sighed as I was about to do something and didn’t wish to be interrupted. But, as I never got visitors I was curious as to who might be knocking at this hour. Please don’t let it be religious nuts.
I opened the door to find Billie, my next door neighbour. She was about 25, cute, and definitely ditzy. I never had a great deal to do with her before, but it was impossible to avoid her too. She had a frankly curious and invasive manner that was both rude and endearing. She asked if I could change a lightbulb in her bedroom once. Which meant that I had to give her my spare bulb as well as change the burnt-out bulb. I also looked after a puppy for her for three days whilst she was away. It wasn’t even her dog. To do so she gave me a key to her flat despite only knowing me for about three minutes. I had first bumped into her at our local coffee shop and after ordering and receiving my coffee I realised that I had left my wallet at home. Billie paid for my coffee and asked if I could mind her friend’s dog. I should also say that she often dressed unconventionally, sometimes glamorously, and sometimes looking like an upmarket bag lady. Billie always looked sexy, though. She had that vibe.
Billie stood in the doorway and said, “what’s up”?
“Nothing much, Billie, what’s up with you?”
“I need to use your toilet, a Girl’s gotta pee.”
She said this as if it was a normal request that one neighbour asks another.
“Can’t you use yours?”, I asked pointlessly as she brushed past me.
“Nope”, she said, as she made her way down the hallway. Mine is busted and the plumber will take at least two hours to get here. “What are you doing for dinner?”
I had followed her down the hallway only to discover that she had asked me about dinner whilst sitting on the can. Billie apparently doesn’t shut the toilet door when she visits her neighbour’s apartment. I turned away quickly, but not before catching sight of her sitting there, skirt pushed up and elbows on her knees. I noticed her grin too.
“I’m not sure, Bil, probably leftovers”.
“Mind if I hang around for a bit, I’m not hungry yet”, she asked as she flushed the loo.
“I guess so, but I have a bit to do. Fancy a coffee”?
“That’d be super, thank you”, she said as she flopped into my old banged-up sofa.
I made coffee for us both as she prattled on about nothing in particular and I felt strangely comfortable chatting with this quirky girl.
And then she asked me the question and I froze.
“Tell me about the girl who broke your heart”, she asked.
“What”, I stammered. “What Girl”?
“The Girl”, she asked archly. “The Girl – the one who let you down badly”.
“How did you know”, I asked
Billie sipped her coffee. “I’m a lot of things, Steve, but I’m not an idiot. I observe stuff, and you are one sad motherfucker”.
I thought for a moment. “She was just a girlfriend, and she moved on”.
“What was her name?”
“Jai”.
“Ok, but that’s all I want to know about her for now”, she said.
“Excellent, because that’s all I intend to say about her, for now”, I answered.
I must admit that I was on shaky ground with this chick.
She leaned back in her chair. “Do you mind if I ask something about you?”, she said.
“Sure, Billie, ask away”.
“And, I can ask anything”?
“Yes, you can ask anything, but it doesn’t mean that I’ll answer”, I replied.
“Ok, if I hadn’t crashed in on you now, what would you be doing?”, she asked.
“What?”, I asked nervously. “Doing now? Watching TV, I guess?”
She shook her head. “Nope, you watch TV at 7:00 pm, regular as clockwork. ABC news”.
That was indeed true. I’m a news junkie, even depressed I follow politics.
“I have no idea what you are getting at”, I asked?
“Simple question”, she replied. “What do you do at 6:00 pm every night? You don’t have to answer me, of course.” Billie said this whilst helping herself to one of my apples.
I stared hard at her munching away at the apple. She held my stare.
“Ok, I think by the question that you already know what I do”.
“Yep, I do. You masturbate. Don’t worry, we all do it. I’m surprised that you can’t hear me the way that I can hear you”.
In truth, I have never heard her doing it.
“These walls are so damn flimsy”, she said. “That’s how I know your ex-girlfriend’s name was Jai”. When you ejaculate, you always call out her name”.
“How embarrassing”, I said softly. “Jesus Christ”. I flumped deeper into my chair.
“Never mind about all that”, she said. Do you want to get this Jai girl, out of your system?”, she asked.
“Well, of course I do. Some nights I can’t sleep a wink. I’m on the verge of calling her”.
“Big mistake”, said Billie. “After all these months she’s moved on”
“Then how do I get her out of my system, as you put it”, I asked.
“For a start, you might put some trust in me, Steve. Do you want me to help”.
I sighed. “What have I got to lose”, I answered.
“Good boy”, she said. “Ok, when you toss your cookies how do you do it”
“Um… the usual way”, I answered.
“I mean, do you go into your bedroom, do you it in the kitchen, do you sit, stand, lie down?”, she asked further. “We are going to replicate what you normally do”.
“I goggled at her. “What are you talking about, I asked?”
Billie then explained.
First of all she wasn’t going to fuck me. That would just transfer Jai’s issues onto her. However, there was going to be some controlled sexual stuff happening. Sexual feelings can be healing as well as damaging, she explained. I was just going to have to trust her. After about 20 minutes I agreed to the experiment. I did trust this weirdo Chick. And if it could help me at least start to forget Jai, it was worth it.
“Ok, let’s begin, tell me all”, she said.
So, I told her my usual wanking methodology in as much excruciating detail as she required. She required many, many details. After 20 minutes she had the lot.
“Steve, take your pants and underwear off and sit on the floor. That’s the way you normally do it, isn’t it?, she asked.
I nodded dumbly and proceeded to drop my jeans and ease out of my briefs until my limp cock was exposed before my next door neighbour’s gaze.
“Good, great penis, by the way. Nice girth too. Do you normally leave your tee shirt on?”
“Yes”
“Then sit”, she commanded.
I sat on the bare cool floor boards and she sat across from me on the floor too, with her legs tucked up.
“What’s next”, she asked.
“Well, I would open my laptop and…”
“…No porn”, she interrupted. “We will do something a bit different. To get Jai out of your head, we will focus on another woman. We’ll get you to focus on me – a real attainable woman. I want you to touch yourself and look at me. Look at my body, look at my face. Think of yourself touching this woman. Me! Imagine being touched by me. Be as dirty in your mind as you care to be. Fuck me in your mind any way you want. In your mind we will do anything, everything”, she explained.
As she said this my cock awoke from its sleep, and hardened. It rose until it touched the waistband of my tee shirt. I looked at Billie, I looked at her face, I noticed the swell of her breasts beneath her shirt. I noticed her long silky legs. I began to imagine kissing and licking under her jaw bone. Tasting her neck. My hand automatically went to my cock and I started rubbing the precum over the glistening head. I looked at Billie’s eyes and she was watching me, watching my hand go up and down my shaft. She looked hungrilyat me as I masturbated. She made small squirming movements. I touched myself and drank in the sight of my incredibly attractive neighbour seemingly ache from my actions. I desperately wanted to touch her, but knew that it was forbidden. I slowly jerked my swollen cock and thought of her mouth sucking me dry.
At one point she asked if I had any lube. I pointed to a drawer, but she only nodded and kept watching me. I stroked myself and looked at Billie, every detail swam into fine focus in a way never attained before. Porn had nothing on this girl, even clothed as she was. I even noticed loose fibres on her top. I noticed the fine beads of sweat on her upper lip. And….and… just every so often, I noticed that she was wearing dull coloured yellow panties. As she moved her skirt rose up slightly. Not all the time, but enough to give me crazy erotic vibes. I was starting to get close.
Billie was watching me with the attention of a 747 pilot about to land on an icy runway. She saw every action, she watched my hand polish my shaft. As I was edging closer, she opened her legs fully for me to see her clothed crotch. Oh, my God!
Billie had never once touched herself. Not even once. But when she opened her legs slightlyI could see that the yellow pants were drenched. It stood out a mile. Her crotch was dripping. Seeing that it was all I could do to prevent myself from exploding. Billie wanted me. She wanted me deep inside her, as I wanted to be inside that girl. Just when I thought that I might start the devil’s ride, her hand stayed mine. What was going on, I thought? She moved to the drawer I had pointed out earlier, and opened it. She took out the lube and then did two things that completely erased Jai from my universe.
Billie sat back and deftly removed her panties, and for the first time I saw her glorious wet cunt exposed. My cock was pulsing at the very sight. Her wispy vaginal hair was slick and matted from her juices. Her pussy lips appeared violet in hue and as she squatted down they opened slightly. How I wanted to push my face into her delicious messy cunt.
Billie had the last few surprises coming. She quickly poured a large measure of lube onto her middle finger. With her other hand she pushed her wet cunt-scented panties into my hungry face. My nostrils drank in her essence, while she gently pushed my back. Quite unexpectedly, Billy slowly pushed her lubed middle finger deep inside my arsehole. As her fingertip brushed against my prostate in little electric pulses, her cunt-drenched panties covering my nose and mouth she gave me her last command. “Come for me”, she said. “Come ON me”.
And so I did. I rocked back on my haunches, her finger playing a tune on my prostate, and her vaginal scent becoming part of me and even becoming time itself. I would replay this imaging over and over again. My hand pumped my shaft and until I could feel the pressure too much to bear. I came!
I came, although that is poor description for what actually happened. I squirted thick jets of creamy sperm all over the place. Onto her belly, her skirt, onto the floor and even onto her already wet pussy. Billie’s finger jammed up my arse and feeling each cock contraction squeeze on her hand. All the time she was looking dead into my eyes as I ejaculated all over her knee, her dress and her cunt. She was looking into my soul just as I was drinking her essential scent. We were one at that moment.
And, for the first time in months I never called out Jai’s name as I came.
Then I kissed her.
I was cured.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/47thx2/how_a_weird_girl_cured_my_depression_nsfw_mast_mf
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