Like a Good Neighbor – Part Four [Long Read][Cheating][L-bomb][Creampie][Impregnation][Lovers Quarrel][Woman’s Perspective]

I awoke slowly, consciousness replacing the grogginess of my slumber at a snail’s pace. I didn’t want to open my eyes for the fear that last night could have been just a dream. I didn’t want to open my eyes because the warmth of the bed was so inviting, and the soft sheets and comforter hugged my body like a glove. I took in a deep breath through my nose and smelled him on the pillow, with a faint hint of freshly brewed coffee. Greedily, I pushed my face deeper into the pillow, his scent intoxicating me as I breathed him in. The scent of him made my mind flash back to last night, the way he held me as we made love, the look of pure, unadulterated love in his eyes as he filled me with his seed. As I rolled over under the sheets, I could feel soreness in my lady parts, but also the residual wetness of his seed still inside of me. Finally, with much reluctance, I stretched my arms and legs out and enjoyed the feeling as sleepy muscles woke up.

I opened my eyes and looked over to an empty bed. Longingly, I ran my hand over the wrinkles in the sheets where he had laid last night, holding me and tugging my hair until I drifted off to sleep. Slipping my feet out from under the covers, I put my feet on the floor and gathered the will power to rise from the bed. My legs protested as my weight shifted to them as I pushed myself off the bed. The carpet was soft and pleasant on me feet as I shuffled towards the bedroom door. I could hear the soft tune of music playing when I reached the steps and smelled the scent of freshly brewed coffee and bacon cooking. When I reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner into the kitchen, I almost died due an overload of cuteness.

Kurt, dressed in a black pair of slacks, a grey long sleeve button up, polished leather shoes, and an untied blue tie draped around his neck, was dancing and swaying to the tune of Love of a Lifetime by Firehouse. Eggs, bacon, and bagels were cooking as steam seeped from a fresh pot of coffee. I leaned against the fridge, completely naked from my head to my toes, and just enjoyed watching Kurt being Kurt. It was adorable and it made me love him even more for it. I must have stood there leaning against the fridge for a good two minutes before he noticed me. A soon as he did, I expected him to be embarrassed and stop, but instead he started swaying and vibing to the music as he approached me. Lip syncing to the lyrics, he reached for my hand and slipped his other hand behind the small of my back, and danced with me through the final chorus of the song. As the song ended, he spun me around, and then dipped me, kissing me long, and passionately. I was as giddy as a school girl at her first dance, and on the verge of bursting with love for him.

“Morning my love,” he said as he lifted my back up, his hips still swaying to the fading music, “Hungry? I made you breakfast.”

“It smells so good,” I said as I looked at the plate filled with scrambled eggs, strips of bacon, and plain bagels with cream cheese, “Kurt, baby, you didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to,” he said as he took a big bite out of his bagel, “It’s our first morning together and I wanted to make it special.”

“Well, you certainly did that,” I said as I took a mug from above the coffee maker and filled it with the freshly brewed goodness.

A strong hand slapped and squeezed my ass as I leaned over to grab coffee creamer from the fridge, and I jumped in surprise. I hadn’t been awake ten minutes and my pussy was already craving more of Kurt.

“Hey now, don’t be starting anything you can’t finish before work,” I teased.

“Says the naked and exotically beautiful Goddess bent over in front of me!” he quipped, “Seriously, do you have clothes to change into?”

“Nope,” I said as I peered over the top of the mug before taking a sip of the coffee.

I noticed Kurt was already stiff as the bugle in his pants became quite obvious.

“Why didn’t you bring some clothes with you?”

Setting the mug of coffee on the counter, I sauntered over to him, grabbed his cock and squeezed softly, “Because I want you to have easy access when ever you want. Clothes get in the way of that.”

Kurt placed his hands on the counter and moaned softly as I slowly and gently stroked his hard cock through his pants. I could feel his cock twitch with excitement in my palm.

“Riza, damn that feels good,” he moaned into my ear.

I took my hand off his cock, buttoned his top button, and tied his tie for him. Forcefully, I pulled on the tie and brought his face to mine as I kissed him aggressively, while stroking his cock some more.

“I’ll make it feel even better when you get home,” I teased.

“About that, I think I might have to call in today,” he said as he started to make fake coughing sounds, “Sorry boss, I think I came down with something and won’t be able to make it in today.”

I giggled and turned around, grinding my bare ass on his hard cock through his pants. I could feel the firmness and heat of his erection between my ass cheeks as he placed a hand on my belly, and gently around my neck.

“That’s a shame,” I said as I turned my head up to look at him, “I can’t tease you with naughty, sexy photos and sexts if you don’t go to work.”

He let out a disappointed and protracted sigh, “Fine, you drive a hard bargain, Baby. I’ll go to work, but I’m going to complain the whole time.”

“Have fun! Love you!” I told him as I stood on my tip toes to kiss him, slapping him on the ass to hurry him out the door before he was late.

“Love you too. And for goodness sake, at least put on one of my shirts or something so you don’t freeze to death. My air conditioner is practically brand new and works better than you’d expect,” Kurt said before he stepped into the garage.

I sat on a bar stool and smiled as I enjoyed the breakfast Kurt had prepared for me as I heard the garage door opener hum. I desperately wanted to run to the windows and waive goodbye to him, but I was scared on of the neighbors would see. All it would take is old Mrs. Ruckers walking her dogs like she did every morning, and a simple glance to see me naked and in another man’s house to ruin everything. I finished my breakfast and gulped down the rest of my coffee. I took a moment to wash the dishes from breakfast. No sooner did I step away from the sink, the air conditioner kicked on and blasted me with a rush of cold air. Goosebumps instantly pricked up on my skin and I had second thoughts about remaining naked the whole time I was at Kurt’s. I headed upstairs and opened his closet. There was a plethora of button up shirts, some cotton, some polyester, and even some silk. I selected a white silk shirt and laid it on the bed. I shivered as the AC started to chill me to my core. A hot shower was in order.

Walking into Kurt’s bathroom, I was surprised how clean it was. Everything was organized, neat, and in its place. I turned on the water to the shower, and snapped a few pictures in the mirror for Kurt to enjoy later while I waited for the water to heat up. This morning in the kitchen had me incredibly horny and I looked down as I felt a mix of Kurt’s cum and my juices start to drip down my thigh. On a whim, I took the phone in the shower with me, propping it up in the corner of the shower. I took my time showering, enjoying the hot, steamy water as it warmed me up. Once I was all cleaned up, I pulled up the camera and hit record. My pussy ached terribly, partly because I was still sore from last night, and partly because I was craving Kurt’s cock again. I had to settle for my fingers as I played with myself, recording the whole thing for Kurt to enjoy. For several minutes I let my fingers delve in and out of my pussy and asshole, shamelessly moaning and screaming out in pleasure without impunity. Finally, I got myself off, and the ache in my pussy subsided… for now.

I brought the phone up to my face and blew a kiss, “Miss you baby. Have a good day at work.”

Stepping out of the shower, I dried off and slipped on the silk button up. Looking in the mirror, my nipples pressed against the fabric and you could make out my dark areolas through the fabric. I left the shirt unbuttoned, letting it expose one of my breasts, and I posed on the bed for a few photos. I got a little carried away with the photos and even took a few of me grinding my pussy on his pillow. Unintentionally, I found myself enjoying the feeling so much I ended up grinding his pillow to climax. Satisfied with my work, I selected the video and my favorite of the pictures, and clicked send. Despite the cup of coffee I had that morning, I all of the sudden felt exhausted. Time for a nap.

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Six hours later I woke up, and glanced at the alarm clock on Kurt’s nightstand. It was already three in the afternoon. I honestly can’t remember the last time I napped that long, and I climbed out of the bed feeling rejuvenated and rested for the first time in a while. *A girl could get used to this,* I thought to myself. I decided to head downstairs and explore a little. Like the bathroom, Kurt kept a clean and organized house. Even the silverware was stacked neatly in the kitchen drawers. Cast iron pans draped from the walls as decoration, and practical storage. My phone dinged and I pulled it up, realizing it was a Kurt. Apparently he had spent most of the morning in a meeting, and returned to his office to a wonderful and joyous surprise on his phone. He apologized for being out of touch and told me he can’t wait to get home tonight.

I sat at Kurt’s computer, and turned it on. It was a basic computer, and there were a few older looking games on it, including a space pinball game I grew up playing. Then a naughty thought filled my head, and I pulled up his search history. Intermittently throughout his search history, there were PornHub entries ever couple of days or so.

“Okay Baby, lets see what you’re into when no one is looking,” I said out loud to myself.

As I clicked on the first video and watched and listened as a small Asian woman like myself filled the screen. The guy in the video was pulling her pony tail and ramming her hard and fast. I watch in amazement as her body shook from the forces of his thrusts. The last minute of the video was the guy planting a deep creampie inside of her small frame, and recording the cum leaking out of her. I checked the other videos and it was more of the same, small, petite Asian heritage women like myself, getting fucked and filled with cum. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Kurt had a type. Knowing that he was fantasizing about me for years, it was down right flattering to know that even when he wasn’t fantasizing about me, he was watching porn with women like me to get off. Then I found search history of pages from Reddit. Some of them were silly animal videos, historical videos, and goofy pictures. And then I found something that wasn’t. Apparently Kurt was something of a writer and wrote erotic stories of his fantasies about me, in vivid detail. So vivid, my pussy was growing wet and starting to ache again as I read through them. By the time I read through his fifth story, I was playing with myself again, and looked down to see a puddle of my juices soaking his computer chair.

I jumped as the garage door opener came to life. I glanced at my phone and freaked for a moment as I realized it was already 5:30pm in the evening. Two hours had gone by in the blink of an eye. Quickly I unbuttoned my shirt and closed out of his search history. I rushed to the garage door and leaned against the wall, in the sexiest pose I could think of in the heat of the moment. As the door swung open and Kurt stepped through, a huge smile stretched across his face.

“Damn you’re gorgeous,” he gushed, “Missed you terribly today.”

“I missed you too, now come kiss me already,” I begged.

His warm hands slide along my hips as he leaned down to kiss me. I instinctually wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt his hands glide along my waist to the small of my back, down to my buttocks. Embarrassingly, I squeaked as his strong hands gripped my ass cheeks and he lifted me up the wall, pinning me between him and the wall as his lips pressed deeper into mine and I lost myself in the passion of the moment. My hands felt up and down his body as my heart pounded and my breath caught in my chest. I’ve never been kissed with this much passion before, not even by Ronny, and I realized my toes were curled up in the pleasure of the moment when we finally separated to get some air.

“Wow, you really missed me,” I said breathlessly as my lungs burned from lack of oxygen, and my pussy burned from lack of cock.

“You have no idea. I got practically nothing done at work today because I couldn’t put my phone down,” he said as his voice quivered while he gently lowered me to the floor. “Three times I had to fight back the urge to go to the bathroom and run one out, just to get me through the day.”

I said nothing and smile at him.

“So Babe, what do you want for dinner?” he asked as he held my hand and escorted me to the bedroom to change out of his work clothes.

I watched him strip down, putting his clothes into the hamper, and practically started drooling as the sight of his soft cock, “I don’t know, you are looking pretty tasty right now.”

He laughed and slipped on a pair of grey sweat pants, no underwear, “As great of a source of protein that might be, it’s hardly filling.”

“My throat and pussy beg to differ.”

An amused chuckle bellowed from his belly as he took my hand in his, “I hear ya Riza, but I am starving. Tell me what you want to eat, and I’ll make it happen.”

I thought about it for several moments. I was hungry for his cock, hungry for his cum, hungry for his touch and his love. All I wanted right now was his strong arms wrapped around me as he ravaged my insides and to feel his hot cum filling my womb again. If only there was a way to get what I wanted, without having to wait for him to cook. I snapped my head up and looked at Kurt with a moment of realization.

“A large meat lover’s stuffed crust pizza and breadsticks,” I blurted out.

“Pizza? I was thinking something fancier, but if that’s what my Goddess demands, then that I shall give her what she desires,” he said as he pulled out his phone and opened the Pizza Hut app on his phone.

*What is wrong with me? What about Kurt has me so, uncontrollably horny? I wanted to come over here and spend quality, uninterrupted time with the man I love, but all I can think about is his cock and taking another load of his cum inside of me. Its like my body his having withdrawals and his cum is the drug I get high on. I mean, I’m not even this desperate for cock when I’m ovulating. Geeze, what if he think’s I’m just some sexed crazed slut? Not that he’s complaining or anything, but still…*

After ordering the pizza we headed back downstairs. Kurt handed me the remote, laid on his side on the couch with his back to the cushions, and patted the empty space next to him. My heart fluttered with joy as I laid next to him, and his strong arms pulled me into him, tucking my curves into his as I just melted into him. He tucked us in tight with the blanket that laid on the back of the couch and kissed the back of my neck as he snuggled in tighter to me.

“What are we watching tonight?” he asked with legitimate interest.

“So,” I began, “Something you should know about me before we get too far into this.”

“Oh no, please tell me you aren’t one of those reality TV types of women. You know, Jersey Shores, Real Housewives, stuff like that.”

I laughed at his implication, “God no! But, I am a sucker for zombie flicks and shows. iZombie, The Walking Dead, Z-Nation, along those lines.”

“Z-Nation?” I head him ask behind me, curiosity yet unfamiliarity in his voice.

I stopped, “You’ve never seen Z-Nation?”

“Nope, never even heard of it until now.”

“Oh… Babe, you’re in for a treat,” I said as I pulled up Netflix and searched for it.

We got halfway through the first episode and he was already hooked, I could tell just by looking at him. As if the universe granted us a break, just as the first episode finished, our pizza arrived. I realized I was much hungrier than I thought after I washed down my fourth slide of pizza with a beer and nuzzled back into Kurt on the couch. We were almost through the whole first season before I looked to see what time it was. 11:03pm. I was comforted and relished in the feeling of Kurt holding me so close, and despite a stiff cock pressing through the fabric of his sweat pants pushing into my ass cheek, he had otherwise made no attempt to push any kind of sexual agenda on me. It was really nice to just lay and snuggle with him. The increasingly rarer times that Ronny snuggled with me like this, he would always demand sex before snuggling, and I would always feel used and worthless afterwards, like I was trading my body for some kind of positive attention from my husband. Kurt demanding nothing of me, other than I just be there, with him.

Problem is, the less he demanded of me, the more I craved him. Feeling the bulge in his pants pressing against me, I struggled to concentrate on the show. I closed my eyes and imagined him pulling down his pants and slipping inside of me. I was just wearing his shirt, and nothing below. No panties or any form of clothing to get in the way. My legs were up near my chest so I was in the perfect position for him to penetrate me. The only thing between my cock hungry pussy and Kurt’s cock was his sweat pants. I desperately wanted him to make the first move. I wanted him to give into his desire to fuck me silly. I wanted him to destroy my pussy like those girls in the videos on his PornHub got fucked. At the same time though, Kurt wasn’t Ronny, and wouldn’t just demand sex from me. He respected me and my body too much to pressure me into something. Maybe he didn’t think I was a sexed crazed slut, and he genuinely enjoyed being with me. That thought warmed my heart.

Fuck it, I couldn’t take it anymore. As much as I loved Kurt and his loving ways, I needed his cock right now. Taking matters into my own hands, literally, I reached back and started stroking Kurt through his sweatpants. As soon as I touched him, I could feel he was rock hard as his shaft twitched in my palm. I could feel the heat of his erection on my fingertips. As my hand slide up and down the fabric over his cock, he moaned softly into my ear, and I felt his grip around my body tighten slightly. My pussy was gushing with excitement as I hooked the waistband of his sweat pants with my thumb and pushed down. I felt the heat and silky soft head of his cock slap up against my ass cheek as he was finally freed. My fingers grasped the base of his shaft and split my lips apart, planting his head at my opening as I licked the gooey pre-cum from my other drenched hand. Before I even had a moment to enjoy his salty, bitter yet sweet flavor on my tongue, his hips flex and thrusted forward as I felt my inside stretch around him. I bit my bottom lip as my breath caught in my chest and my whole body quivered. Finally, relief at last.

Like the sweet man and gentle lover he is, he slipped in and out of me slowly, making long, deep thrusts to get me warmed up. It felt amazing, and I wasn’t making any effort to hold back the sounds of my pleasure as I made long, drawn out moans as he dove his cock in and out of me. But it wasn’t enough, I need more. I need him deeper, harder, faster. I needed Kurt to let go and fuck me like I know he really wanted to fuck me.

“Don’t hold back,” I moaned softly, “Fuck me hard, fast, and deep. Ravage my pussy, please! Fuck me like those girls on your computer get fucked. I don’t want love making tonight, I want you to let loose and fuck me how you really want to fuck me.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, making sure that’s what I really wanted.

I was on the verge of whining, as my voice quivered, “I will fucking beg if I have to!”

I was surprised how fast Kurt sat up. Forcefully, he gripped my hips and lifted my ass in the air, as he pushed my face into the seat of the couch. He ripped his shirt form my shoulders and twisted it around my waist as I watched him grab ahold of the fabric like reins on a bronco at a rodeo. I was face down, ass up and completely at his mercy and I couldn’t wait for him to do his worst. I felt him push against my opening, and before I could contemplate what was happening, the firm, hot, thickness of his cock filled me completely. He leaned his weight into my hips as the last of him slipped inside of me and I almost came as heat of his head pressed relentlessly into my cervix. I squeaked, embarrassingly, as I felt his hand twist in my hair and grab ahold of a mass of my hair. My head came off the cushion as he gently, yet forcefully pulled back my hair.

“Last chance to change your mind,” he said with a primal and lustful growl to his voice, that made me want him even more.

“Shut up and fuck me already,” I growled back.

I felt his cock slide out of me, and the shirt tightened around my waist. Then Kurt slammed his cock back into me. His hips pressed into mine, over and over again. I could feel his cock slam into my cervix with every thrust, as my whole body shook with the power behind his thrusts. Every part of my body tingled and my toes curled as he rammed in and out of me relentlessly. I couldn’t even hear the TV anymore as the sound of his hips slamming into mine, his heavy breathing, and me moaning uncontrollably. I orgasmed once, twice, then a third time, screaming in pleasure as as my body exploded into unadulterated ecstacy. Still he kept pounding me. I closed me eyes and let my head hang from my hair, still gripped tight in his hands. My legs quivered constantly now and turned to Jello as his cock ravaged me, just liked I’d asked. My fourth orgasm started and my legs gave out. The only thing holding my ass in the air was his shirt and arm holding it up.

My pussy felt better than it ever had with any man that have ever been inside it. Kurt had somehow awaked a side of me I didn’t even know I had. My whole body was a mix of tingling, burning pleasure, weightlessness, and euphoria. Stars danced in my eyes as I my body came down from my fourth orgasm. I heard Kurt’s breathing change, and his place slowed from hard and fast, to deep and long thrusts. The shirt pulled at my waist as he pressed his hips into me, and his tip crashed into my cervix one last time. With a grunt, he pressed his with into my hips as I felt his cock swell inside of me, and he yelled out as he released his seed inside of me. I felt the shirt straining against my stomach as he continued to pull against it, while his cock pulsed more and more hot cum inside of me. The tension between my thighs finally relaxed as he filled me, my pussy finally sated after receiving what it had been craving all day. With another grunt, Kurt released the last of his seed inside of me as the heat of his cum warmed my insides. As if to signal the moment was over, the button on his shirt finally gave way and flew out from around my waist, and we both collapsed on the bed, exhausted. I glanced at the clock, 2:24am. My how good dick makes time fly by.

——

The next morning I awoke, Kurt no where to be found. I found a sticky note on the coffee maker in Kurt’s handwriting. He explained that he had the best night of his life last night, but had woken up late and rushed out the door. He wanted to wake me but apparently I looked so peaceful and satisfied that he didn’t have the heart to wake me. I’d like to say I spent the day doing something sexy waiting for him to come home, but my insides were so sore from the night before that I decided to binge watch some shows on Netflix and just relax.

As the garage door opened, I stripped down and waited by the garage door for him to walk in. At the last second, I decided to hop up on the counter, and greet him with my legs spread and waiting for him. His face as he walked in the door was completely worth it. He dropped the bags in his hand and rushed over to me, kissing me lovingly. I was utterly surprised when I felt him pressing his tip against my opening. I looked down to see his cock stuck out from between his zipper of his pants.

“I’m sorry baby, but I really need this right now,” he said as he slipped inside of me.

“Babe, don’t be sorry. If you need it, please don’t hesitate. Just be gentle, I am still sore from last night.”

He leaned be back on the counter, and made long, deep strokes in and out of me. His face looked a pained and desperate as he thrusted in and out of me. I didn’t know what was going on with him, but I flexed my vaginal muscles and was rewarded by a shuddering moan from him. In less that a minute he yelled out as he released himself deep inside of me. I bit my lip as a pleasant, hot, sticky, and familiar feeling filled my insides again. I looked up at Kurt and expected a look of satisfaction as he came inside of me, but what I saw was a look of relief.

“Bad day?” I asked, thinking of what could make him so desperate to cum as soon as he got home.

He shook his head, “No, today was fine. Problem was that last night was so amazingly hot, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. By the time I was ready to leave work, I had blue balls so bad I could barely walk. I hate that I just came home and used you like that, but I really needed to cum.”

I sat up and put a hand on his cheek, pulling his face to mine, “Don’t be sorry Babe. I am more than happy to make you cum any time you need me to. Besides, I absolutely love the way you make me feel after filling me with a nice big load. By the feel of it, you’ve been pretty worked up all day, and this was an exceptionally big load. I love it.”

“Damn I love you so much, Riza,” Kurt said as he leaned forward and kissed me slowly.

“I love you too,” my eyes glanced on the bags behind him, “What’s in the bag?”

“I went out on my lunch and picked up a few things for you for tonight,” he said as he rummaged around in the bag after tucking his cock back in to his pants.

I watch as he pulled out a black dress, a pair of black stilettoes, and some black lacy panties.

“Hurry up and get dressed or we will be late,” he quipped.

“Late for what? What’s going on tonight?” I asked as I slipped the dress on.

“I’ll tell you when we get in the car,” he pointed to my thighs as I stepped into the panties, “Do you want something to clean up down there before putting those on?”

I held his chin and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, “And risk some of that high quality Kurt cum from leaking out? I don’t think so. I want this pair to be soaked with your cum all night.”

Kurt shrugged his shoulders and handed me the stilettoes. Much to my amazement, everything fit quite well. The black dress was a little tighter than I would have chosen, but Kurt probably did that on purpose.

“What about make-up?” I asked, feeling odd getting all dressed up but not where make-up.

“You don’t need it love,” he said with a sweet smile and a kiss, “Now hurry or we will miss the reservation.”

I hopped in the front seat of the car, already feeling Kurt’s seed leaking from between my folds and starting to soak my fabric of the panties. Half an hour later, we pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant, sushi by the looks of it.

“Kurt, table for two,” he said to the greeter.

The young greeter checked the list, grabbed the menu’s, and glanced at me and smiled before she motioned for us to follow. We were seated at a table next to a relaxing pool with a small waterfall and Coi fish swimming around in it. I looked around at other well dressed couples and realized that they were dressed much classier than I was. A waiter came to the table and offered some wine. Kurt nodded and the waiter poured it into our glasses.

“Kurt, I don’t think I am dressed well enough for this place,” I said as I took a sip of the wine that the waiter had pour for us.

“Nonsense, Riza, if anything you are making other customers uncomfortable because they are realizing the same thing I already know.”

“Oh really,” I said sarcastically, “And what would that be?”

“That you’re the most beautiful woman in the room right now,” he said as he glanced up from the menu and winked at me.

Oh my heart! I had to fan my face with my hand as I fought back emotional tears. Kurt’s thumb rubbed the back of my hand as he held it, the whole time we sat at the table. We order a few rolls of sushi, and started to talk about our past. He asked how Ronny and I met, I asked what made him fall in love with me. He told me he fell in love with me because I was the only woman he’s ever met who can look into his eyes and touch his soul. That I was the only woman who he has ever made the fireworks of love go off in his chest. He knew when he first met me that his life would never be the same ever again, and that coming over to help me with the attic was the best decision he had ever made.

The sushi arrived and we enjoyed the meal. I can understand why the place was so fancy. The sushi was exquisite. Every bite was a medley of flavors and textures that melted in your mouth. After we finished eating, the waiter collected the plates and offered us the check. Kurt gave the waiter his card, and left $50 tip on the table while he and I somehow found ourselves on the topic of baby names. As we walked hand in hand back out to the car, we were still discussing baby names. Like a true gentleman, he opened my door and helped me into the car. I closed my eyes and relished the moment of being wined and dined for the first time in years. Kurt sat in the driver’s seat, and turned the car on. As he backed out of the parking space, my phone rang. Ronny was calling me. I flashed the caller ID to Kurt and he motioned zipping his lips.

The phone clicked as I answered it, “Hey Dear, how’s the project going?”

“Slow but steady progress. How’s your mom? You guys driving somewhere?”

I panicked for a moment, “Yeah, me and Mama are driving back from the store. I helped her with groceries. You know how her wrist is after that fall last year.”

“I wanted to call and remind you that according to my ovulation app, its time to take another pregnancy test,” Ronny said in a snide tone.

I rolled my eyes in disgust, “I took one this morning, and no.”

The conversation continued on. Typical boring couples stuff. Talking about things to be done around the house. Did this bill get paid, did that bill get paid, and so on. We we almost home before I managed to get Ronny to wrap up the conversation.

Ronny sighed, “Well Dear, I gotta get off the phone and plug it in before bed. Tell you mom I said hi.”

“Will do, Dear.”

“Oh, speaking of your mom. How’s that aunt of your doing? The one that you are gonna get that $300,000 from when you finally get pregnant?” Ronny slipped in at the last minute.

Kurt’s face snapped towards me and he glared at me with surprise.

“She’s good, just got back from the Caymans last I heard,” I said into the phone, watching Kurt’s knuckles turn white as he gripped the steering wheel, “I’ll talk to you later dear, love you.”

“Love you too.”

Click. Kurt cleared his throat, and it felt like my heart stopped beating.

“I can explain,” I quickly said before he could say anything.

“That would be a good idea.”

“My aunt invested in Apple and Microsoft back when they first started, and well, she’s loaded,” I started, speaking way faster that I wanted to, “But she can’t have kids after a car accident when she was a teenager. I am an only child, so my aunt has promised me $300,000 dollars to for when I get pregnant, so I can properly start my new family off right.”

My hear sank. Even in the evening darkness of the car as we turned onto our street, I could see how red Kurt’s face was. He shook his head in disgust.

“Do you even really love me?” he barked.

“Of course I love you! Kurt! Why would you say something like that?” I could feel my heart starting to tear.

“Yeah, you love me, right up until you get pregnant, and then you and Ronny disappear with your aunt’s baby making money and I never see you again,” he said, his voice almost a growl.

“I don’t want the money! I want you! Only you Kurt!,” I said as my chest started to feel heavy and nausea flared in the pit of my stomach, “She can keep the money if it means I get to be with you.”

“Right, okay,” he said with fury in his voice, “Your going to give up $300,000 for me. No way I am believing that lie, Riza. Tell me another one.”

“Kurt! Please, I wouldn’t lie about that! I love you Kurt!” I screamed.

“Yeah, like I am supposed to believe that after you just effortlessly lied your ass off to Ronny,” he shouted.

I watched a single tear roll down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away. I don’t know what hurt worse, the fact he didn’t believe me or the fact that he thinks I was that vile of a person to do that to him. I could barely breathe as fear gripped me. I sobbed, hard, as I gripped his hand.

“Kurt, please believe me!” I screamed as my body went numb, “I love you, please believe me!”

The car came to a stop at the corner of our street. Kurt reached over and shoved open my door.

“Oh I believe alright. I believe its time for you to get out of my fucking car. Can’t have the neighborhood seeing me for the fool that I am, thinking the woman I’ve loved for years was just using me as a sperm donor for baby making inheritance money,” he said as he looked forward.

He couldn’t even look at me and I couldn’t let go of his arm.

“Baby, please, I am begging you! I love you, don’t do this!” I sobbed uncontrollably.

“GET OUT OF MY FUCKING CAR YOU LYING BITCH!” Kurt barked with such ferocity it made me jump in fear.

My whole body shook as I stepped out of the car. I turned around and tried one more time to beg him to stop this.

“Baby, I love you. I will call Ronny right now and tell him things are over if that’s what it takes!” I screamed at the top of my lungs through the door.

Kurt had a white knuckle grip with both hands on the steering wheel, and I watch as he took in a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. For a moment, there was a flash of hope as I watched his tension ebb away a little. For a moment, my heart began to beat again. For a moment, I thought Kurt had changed his mind. Slowly, Kurt’s eyes turned to me and the look in his eyes, the burning fury in those once soft and deep brown eyes, burned all semblance of hope I had away.

“Fool me once,” was all he said before the engine revved up the tires squealed as he sped down the street.

Any strength I had left in me died away as soon as he took off. I collapsed to my knees in the street as tears poured from my eyes. My heart hurt, physically hurt. I wanted to throw up. I couldn’t stop shaking. I closed my eyes and sobbed harder than I’ve ever sobbed before.

With the last bit of strength I had, I screamed at the top of my lungs in emotional pain, trying to keep the setting darkness of night at bay before the same darkness of depression consumed me.

*To be continued.*

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/mithr4/like_a_good_neighbor_part_four_long