[MF] How A Post On The Nextdoor App Led To Me Fucking My Nerdy Downstairs Neighbor (PART FIVE)

[PART ONE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ar0n5e/mf_how_a_post_on_the_nextdoor_app_led_to_me/)

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[PART TWO](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/av44cl/mff_how_a_post_on_the_nextdoor_app_led_to_me/)

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[PART THREE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/avv157/mf_how_a_post_on_the_nextdoor_app_led_to_me/)

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[PART FOUR](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aytp71/mf_how_a_post_on_the_nextdoor_app_led_to_me/)

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Honestly. It feels strange to have five parts to this story, lol. At this point it feels like I’m obligated to inform you all when I have sex with Olivia. Even if we’re still hooking up a year from now, I still feel like I’ll be here like, “PART 230!” I’m not sure when I should stop updating this particular story. I suppose when I get bored with it or the sex. I haven’t reached that point though, and after last night, I might not reach that point for a looong time.

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Olivia surprised me last night by showing up at my door close to midnight. I was asleep. I’m usually asleep by 11 pm and wake up around 6:00 in the morning. I work from home, so it’s not like I NEED to be up by six, but I feel like it leads to a more productive day. You have more time to get shit done. More time to write sex stories on Reddit, ya’ feel?

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I woke up to the knocking and was initially a little wary. I don’t exactly live in the best neighborhood and some of the people inside my apartment building look like extras from The Walking Dead. Instead of saying, “Who is it?” I quietly walked toward the door and looked out the peephole. I was relieved to see Olivia standing on the other side of my door. She was wearing a dress that really made the most out of her curves. As I mentioned way back in part one, Olivia is what some might call chubby. She’s not overweight, but she has a little extra to her. If you saw her on the street, you wouldn’t turn your head to look at her, but I don’t know…maybe you would if she was wearing this dress.

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I opened the door, “What are you doing?” I said with a bit of a laugh.

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“I’m horny,” she said, letting herself in. I closed the door behind her, “Were you sleeping?” she asked.

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“Yeah, but it’s okay,” I assured her. She took off her heels and took a seat on the edge of my bed, “What’s got you so horny?” I asked.

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“I get horny when I’m pissed off.”

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“Okay,” I said, once again laughing. “Why are you pissed off then?”

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“I was at a party for work, and it was supposed to be this relaxed atmosphere. It wasn’t supposed to FEEL like work, but my boss found a way to ruin the night. Like always.”

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I walked over to her and stood in front of her. I placed my hands on the straps of her dress, “What did he do?” I asked her.

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“He told me that ‘I should probably go home’ and I was like, ‘What? Why?’ and that’s when he told me that he ‘forgot’ to mention that I had to go in early tomorrow to help with a co-worker’s case because they’re running behind and could use an ‘extra hand’ which is code for ‘they need someone to do all the menial shit they’re too good for.'”

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I pulled the straps of her dress down and started to massage her shoulders, “Sounds like you should probably get some sleep then…” I smiled down at her. She looked up at me with a grin of her own, “I won’t be able to sleep until you make me cum.”

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I continued to rub her shoulders, she titled her head to one side, so I started to work on her neck. A minute or two later, I leaned forward and planted soft kisses around her neck. I kissed my way up to her ear and nibbled on it as my hand slid up her dress and teased her inner thighs. My fingertips just danced across her skin, inching closer and closer to her panties. As my fingertips reached her panties, my mouth drifted south down her neck to her chest. With my free hand, I pulled down her dress and started kissing just at the top of her breasts. I pressed my fingers against her panties and rubbed gently. That got the first moan out of her. She spread her legs, which allowed for easier access.

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I pulled her panties to the side as my fingers made direct contact with her wet pussy. My mouth traveled down even more. I now had her nipple inside my mouth. I sucked on it and flicked it with my tongue. She brought her hand down to my head and held me close against her tits, “Yes, fuck,” she moaned. After coating my fingers with her wetness, I slid one finger inside her pussy. A few seconds later, I slid another inside. I just held them inside her warmth for a moment before gently sliding them in, up and out. She started to move her hips to match my rhythm as I continued to suck and lick every inch of her tits.

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If you’ve read my previous stories, then you know I don’t like to brag really. I’m never one to claim, “I’M THE BEST FUCKER IN THE WORLD. FUCK ALL YOU OTHER FUCKERS. PM ME FOR INCREDIBLE SEX TIPS. I’M A SEX GOD. I CAN MAKE A WOMAN CUM JUST BY STARING AT HER. GET ON MY LEVEL!” that’s not me, and it never will be. However, I am very good with my fingers. I didn’t know I was until one of my first girlfriends informed me that she had never had an orgasm from a guy fingering her before. She would practically beg me to finger her. And I suppose that gave me a boost of confidence, and ever since then, I’ve perfected my skills.

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So I knew I was going to be able to make her cum with my fingers. With my fingers inside her pussy, I pushed her down on the bed and lifted her dress up above her waist. I took my fingers out briefly to slide down her panties, and then went back to work. I was now on top of her, or at least halfway. My body was a bit to her left side. I only had boxer briefs on, so my cock was rubbing against her leg. I positioned myself in a way to where my leg would grind against her clit as I pumped in and out of her pussy with my fingers.

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“Fuck, fuck!” she cried out. I curled my fingers up a bit just inside her pussy and moved them back and forth just slightly while my body teased her clit. She moaned louder and louder, “Cum for me baby” I told her. I never say that unless I know they’re close, by the way. If you say that shit too early, you’ll have them feeling rushed, and that’s never a good thing. This is not the drive-thru at McDonald’s.

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“Oh, God…shit,” she moaned, and that’s when I felt the sweet rush of warmth surround my fingers. Her head lifted off the bed as she came all over my fingers, “Fuck..fuck..fuck” the fucks turned into little whispers as she tried to catch her breath.

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“We’re not done yet” I told her.

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I flipped her around (with help from her, I’m not fucking Thor) and held her dress up above her hips. I smacked her sweet ass hard and watched it jiggle for what felt like forever. I then pulled down my boxer briefs, grabbed my cock and positioned the head just in front of her opening. She leaned herself into it, inviting me to come inside. I pushed into her, my entire length sliding right into her, “Fuuuck,” she moaned as her hands grabbed the sheets tightly. I fucked her from behind. She lifted her head up, so I started to kiss on her neck.

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“Fuck me baby,” she moaned. I moved inside her. It wasn’t so much as the “in and out” movement as it was “wiggle around and drive forward” inside her pussy. Her clit rubbed against the sheets. My cock filled up her pussy and tried to make its mark on every wall inside the joint. She moaned, “Fuck I’m going to cum again,” she announced. I continued driving into her as her pussy tightened around my cock. I held myself inside her as she came and then pulled out quickly and stroked myself over her ass until I unloaded on her cheeks. She moved her ass from side to side and then grabbed me to pull me down on top of her again. She moved her cum-covered ass against my dick.

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She lifted her head up, turning it to the side and gave me a sweet kiss. We stayed in that position for a minute before cleaning up with a paper towel, lol. She then went back on my bed and we both fell the fuck to sleep. We didn’t set an alarm, so we woke up late. She left in a hurry to go back to her apartment and get ready, and I got started on my day. I texted her a little bit ago and asked her how late she was, “Two hours, lol” she replied. I don’t think she cared though.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b0cwg7/mf_how_a_post_on_the_nextdoor_app_led_to_me