The time [M]I slept with my [F]reaky Christian neighbor.

I first met Abby as she was moving in to my apartment complex. Her and her parents were struggling with lifting a couch up the stairs and I, being the gentleman that I am, offered to help.

Abby was absolutely gorgeous – tall and brunette with a killer smile. She was wearing workout shorts and and a raggedy t-shirt but as I threw peeks at her long, shapely legs I strongly suspected that she had an absolutely world-class ass.

I had just come back from the gym so I looked pretty fucking great and was feeling strong so I heaved the couch over my back and carried up the stairs. I was pretty impressed I had managed to do it so easily, but they were bowled over. I might as well have picked up a car. I could definitely tell that Abby was into me as she kept staring at my lips while her parents thanked me.

After a little while, I excused myself and went in to my apartment where I told my wife all about it. She looked at me skeptically and reminded me that I always talked about not shitting where I eat. Great, thanks for the reminder, my love.

Months passed and Abby and I would run into each other here and there. Sometimes I’d be alone and we’d chit-chat, the sexual tension ever present. I kept it as neutral as I could but after each encounter I had a hard-on that could cut a moon in half.

One night, I was going out to meet a date and I caught her and a friend waiting for an Uber. They were both wearing those tight, looking-to-fuck dresses, and, yep, I was right. Her ass belonged in a museum. I wouldn’t be surprised if Indiana Jones is looking for her ass as we speak,

Her and her friend were a bit tipsy and for the first time she was flagrantly flirtatious with me. They asked me where I was going and when I told them I was meeting someone downtown Abby said, “well, maybe I’ll see you down there.” My car was right in front of them and as I got in, I turned to her and said, “one can only hope.” And I winked.

Look, I’m not prone excessive bouts of smoothness but goddamn did she melt at that.

But, again – not shitting where I eat. Just openly flirting and fantasizing about giving an eternity of orgasms to my neighbor.

More time passes. The fateful night arrives. I’m leaving my apartment to meet some friends and as I’m walking down the stairs, I see Abby getting dropped off by some friends. I can tell by her walk that she’s a little drunk. Uh-oh, I think, but also…

I say hi, and as soon as she sees me it’s off the races. She begins to flirt with me hard, saying that it’s a shame we never hung out because she’s going to moving out soon.

Did she say… moving out? Somewhere deep, deep inside me, a switch flips.

I tell her, yeah, what a shame… but what was she up tonight? Let’s hang out! She instantly agrees, grabs my motherfucking hand and pulls me up to her apartment. Inside, we start talking about this and that and then she asks me the question I’ve been waiting for – “so, do you live with someone?”

I don’t flaunt that I’m poly but I don’t hide it. I tell her what I’m about and she seems to take it just fine. As I’m sitting on her couch she walks into her bedroom and starts to change. As I sit in the living room she peppers me with a bunch of questions about my poly, speaking loudly from the other room:

“but isn’t it cheating?”

“Nope, it’s the opposite.”

“But aren’t you scared she’ll leave you?”

“Not anymore, now I just hope she’s happy, even if it’s not with me.”

“But isn’t jealousy a good thing?”

“Eh, maybe it was useful back when we were hunters and gatherers but now it’s an outdated, unhealthy emotion that is rooted in fear and trauma. In short, hell no.”

“But isn’t it cheating?”

Oh Christ, I think. It’s going to be like that. I have a rule that I don’t mess around with monogamous people for exactly this reason – as I consider bailing she calls me into her bedroom so that she can hear me better.

I walk in and she’s turned to her mirror putting on her makeup. And she’s wearing nothing but a thong. All thoughts of bailing are forgotten, the only thing I can think about is that gorgeous, pristine, toned ass. Van Gogh would have cut his other ear off if he saw that ass. I want to write poetry on her ass dimples. I want bite it and slap it and graft it to my face so I can lick it at whim.

I’m fully mesmerized and at this point I could care less what she thinks about my lifestyle. She obviously doesn’t care that much and I am full yolo. As I’m contemplating propositioning her she finishes getting dressed (dammit!). I get a nice look at her breasts, which, are full, heavy Cs with the tiniest nipples. I can’t help but gape as I realize the full enormous beauty of her body: she is the fifth element; in a word, perfect.

We have a few shots before leave the apartment and we head downtown. On the ride there, to my bemusement, the questions about my poly continue. About halfway there she comments that I probably have a lot more experience than her in dating. Yurp. She then says, “You’re probably a really good kisser. Yuuuurp,

I sense the obvious invitation but I don’t want to go necking in an Uber so I turn to her and say, “I guess you’ll find out later when we make out.” I’m thinking, damn, slam dunk, 10/10 reply, but she turns to me and with a look of shock says, “ummm, I don’t think so.”

I hear a record scratch somewhere. What? Lady! I stammer for a second, compose myself and shrug. “Or maybe not. Let’s just have fun, yeah.” She drops the weird look and smiles at me again. Then she grabs my leg and coyly agrees.

Ah, I understand. She wants me to play the game. Cool cool cool cool. One ticket please.

We get to the first bar and it’s a madhouse. She grabs my shoulder and presses her breasts into me as we order some ungodly concoction of who knows what. I don’t even care, all I can think about is how firm her breasts are. I make a bold move and put my hand on the small of her back. She lifts herself upward every so slightly as my hand grazes her ass.

We take our drinks outside and find a small couch. We keep talking, her hands rubbing my leg, my hands rubbing hers. She leans over to me ear and tells me how much she wants to kiss me. Wish granted. I lean in and we start to make out, right in the middle of this busy ass patio. I put one hand on her waist as she leans over and I can feel her oblique muscles – Jesus Christ Allmighty.

After our make out sessions things start to get weird again. She’s asking me the same questions about poly that she asked before, only this time they have an edge. I intuit that before, she had no real investment, but now that she’s more interested, my situation is not quite as acceptable. I answer them with the equanimity of a man that wants to see her naked.

She explains to me that she’s Christian and that’s very important to her and poly doesn’t jive with Christianity. I argue that Jesus’s message was about love and that’s exactly what poly is about. She doesn’t bat an eye. God she’s stubborn. She starts telling me about her last relationship and how she had to break up with him because he cheated. Now I’m starting to feel bad about this poor lady and I don’t know what the fuck to do. I tell her I don’t want to do anything with her that she’ll regret later. She responds by kissing me again.

This pattern continues for literally the rest of the night. As we get drunker and drunker, she oscillates more wildly between wanting my dick and berating my lifestyle. Finally she asks me if I want to come home with her. I agreed, figuring she had firmly placed me in the one night stand category.

As we got into the Uber back home, she whispers into my ear, “touch me.” My previous no hanky in the Uber rule deleted itself from my world. I put my hand on her leg and she grabs it and pulls it into her inner thigh. Our driver, a saint, says nothing.

I find her vulva over her underwear and she’s absolutely soaked. I pull it aside gently and begin to stroke her clit softly. Her head rears back, eyes closed. I run my fingers up and down and inside her inner lips, teasing her clit as I go up and down. Finally, not being to help myself, I place my middle finger inside her, my palm rubbing over clit and I find her g-spot. I massage her with my finger, finding a good rhythm – she begins to breathe faster and I feel her vaginal walls constrict – god she’s been itching to cum all night. I move even faster, this time pressing my fingers upward roughly – after a few seconds her legs squeeze together and she pushes my hand into her and I feel a rush of wetness as her vagina throbs over and over on my finger.

We say nothing the rest of the car ride. We get to her apartment and she leads me in. I ask her if she’s sure. She nods. We’re in a primal state now, no more needs to be said. Our mouths are all over each other as soon we enter, my hands practically rip her dress off her.

I push her onto her bed, one hand cupping her ass from underneath, the other hold her thigh apart. There’s no need for teasing, she’s soaking wet. I lavish her pussy with my mouth. I flatten my tongue wide against her pussy lips and clit and make wide circles. As I reach the apex of each circle I use the tip of my tongue flick her clit. She’s moaning loudly, her hands on my head, mashing me into her. I go faster and faster, now sucking gently on her entire vulva with my mouth as my tongue continues to circle and flick, circle and flick. I put two fingers inside her, find her g-spot and begin to do the come hither motion. My fingers join the rhythm of my mouth, making sure that I’m pressing her g spot on one beat and flicking her clit on the other, over and over. Her entire body stiffens and she lets out a large groan as her vagina erupts a stream of juice into my face. This is so fucking hot I almost come then and there.

I leave my tongue and fingers and in place, not moving them, as she convulses for about a minute. She pulls up towards her and gives me a deep, longing kiss as one hand grabs my dick and puts it outside her pussy. I know I shouldn’t do this without a condom, and I know this means an std check in my near future but in that moment I just didn’t care. She rubs the head of my cock on her wetness as she looks into my eyes, hungry. I start to push in, and even as wet as she is, I can barely get inside her she’s so fucking tight.

“God, you have a great dick,” she says. She’s not wrong. Her pussy is like a velvet vice grip on my cock as I push it all the way inside. I begin to stroke in and out of her as her legs wrap around me. She’s bites my neck and kisses me madly as I stroke faster, each time making sure I fill her to the hilt. I feel the first contraction of her pussy and it’s incredible. I lose all control and begin pumping wildly in and out of her, slamming her into her bed. As I fuck her her she starts whispering into my ear, “I want to see you and your wife have sex, I want to watch you pound her as I fuck myself with a dildo.” This takes me to another level. I grab my hands and cup her ass from below, hold her steady as I hammer into her.

She bites my neck, hard and screams, “I want to have your fucking kids, I want you get me pregnant!” Her pussy contracts hard on my dick and I feel my dick pushed out as she squirts on my chest. This takes me over the top, I jerk myself furiously and unload thick ropes over her toned abs, the first few covering her breasts and hitting her face. I’ve never cummed so much in my life.

We fell asleep next to each other and the next day we had a pleasant conversation before I headed across the hall. A few days later she moved out and never spoke to me again. I found her on FB a few months later – she had gotten back together with her cheating ex, gotten married and now they were the proud owners of a house. The girl was conflicted as hell but I hope she found some happiness.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d25ao2/the_time_mi_slept_with_my_freaky_christian