[*Link to Part 1*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mpba8h/the_secondfloor_windows_lit_and_the_firstfloor/)
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# The Second-Floor Window’s Lit and the First-Floor Shotgun’s Loaded
**Part 2**
^(By Meade Gunn)
Jake was staring down a screaming barrel of death. Whenever Roselyn had wanted some action in the last few months, she’d been turning on a red lightbulb in her room to summon him. An ideal arrangement to have with the girl next door. Tonight however, he’d been drawn like a moth to the flame by her father, who’d used their signal as a trap and surprised him with his shotgun.
“Now you listen. Both ears.” Roselyn’s father said, cocking his shotgun once more and sending an unspent shell flying. “You’re going to climb right back out that fucking window you came in through or Roselyn won’t need no special lightbulb to see red in her. You fucking understand me?”
For once in his life, Jake formed words under distress. “Yes, sir.”
“Git!” He said, charging forward with his shotgun.
Jake didn’t need to be asked twice. He scrambled back through the window, twisting his ankle awkwardly, and grunted from the pain. When he attempted to lower himself off the roof and onto the hot tub, he nearly took the gutters with him. He was sure if they hadn’t survived his descent, he wouldn’t’ve either. His second chance was spent.
Within a few moments he’d limped across the lawn, lifted himself back over their shared fence line, and breathed for the first time since starting the clumsy race back home.
Jake picked his phone up and called Roselyn. She needed to know what her father had said. The dark rumors around town about him might be true. If so, she may even be in danger.
She didn’t answer.
Jake shot a text, asking her to call him back as soon as she could. He waited a few minutes for her to call while he sat against the fence. The call never came. No text either.
Jake began to worry.
He lifted himself off the ground and limped back to the house, less tenderly than before, and turned the light on in the kitchen. His father and mother were waiting for him at the kitchen table.
“Tell us about Roselyn.” Jake’s father demanded, getting straight to it.
“It’s just—” Jake started
“Just what, some, some perverted fantasy you want to rake the neighbor-girl over the coals with?” Her mother snapped.
“Wait, what?”
“Her father showed us this.” Jake’s dad turned his cell phone, which had a video playing. “We’re not impressed.”
“We’re *furious*!” Mom corrected him.
On the screen, Jake watched himself climbing the house from the night before. He watched himself jump onto the roof, panic when the father came out to fetch the cat, and then finally slide through the window. What he didn’t see was Roselyn. The camera didn’t have a line of sight on the window, just the rooftop. Jake briefly wondered how he hadn’t spotted a camera above him last night.
“Her father tells us—” Jake’s mom choked on the last word, but pushed forward with rage. “Tells us that you’ve been sneaking into his daughter’s room. He caught you sniffing panties!”
“No. I—” Jake started.
“Don’t you dare fucking lie to us, son.” His dad spat. “We have it all on tape right here. Her father, well, her father was in tears telling us how they’ve been living in fear for months, trying to figure this all out. It wasn’t until he installed these cameras this week that he found the perp. You!”
“This is insane!” Jake screamed.
“We didn’t raise a pervert!” His mother screamed back. “I had enough with them growing up. I’ve told you my whole life how much I hate Peeping Toms!”
“Mom, I would never.” Jake pleaded.
“That’s enough!” His father said. “We’ve been gracious enough to allow you to stay under our roof to save money during college. Well, no more! Pack your shit and figure out somewhere to live.”
“Are you going to let me tell my side?” Jake asked.
As his father began to say otherwise, his mother put a hand on his arm. *She just wants to give me enough rope to hang myself with, she doesn’t actually think I’m innocent.* Jake thought to himself.
“Roselyn and I have been hooking up for months. She puts a red light on when she wants me to sneak over. She taught me the path up, it was the one she snuck in and out of the house with in high school. Last night was one of those nights and what you see on the video. Tonight, her dad put the light up and when I got in there, he had his shotgun on me.”
“I’m not surprised.” Dad said.
“I’m sorry—what?” Jake asked.
“If some twisted panty-sniffer was breaking into my daughter’s room, the sick fuck wouldn’t’ve lived long enough to tell tall tales to his parents about it.” Dad said.
His mother hung her head silently, tears running down her cheeks.
“It’s not a lie, dad, it’s the truth.” Jake said.
“Then why was Roselyn in our garage this morning in tears?” His father asked. “I had to grab her some tissues, he was physically shaking from everything you’ve put her through. The missing panties, the soiled panties, the stolen diary—all of it!”
Jake stood in silence as the oxygen packed its briefcase and left the room.
“It’s not true.” Jake said.
“Well, there,” said Mom, “I told you he’d come out and admit it.”
“No!” Jake yelled, louder than he meant to. “What *they* said. It’s all a big fucking… conspiracy!”
“Listen to yourself.” Mom said, looking at him incredulously. “Get out of my sight.”
When he entered his bedroom, his blinds were still open. Across from him was Roselyn’s window, which had its blinds drawn and no visible light behind them.
“Backstabbing bitch!” He cursed under his breath and kicked his bed squarely with his injured foot. Pain shot up his entire leg so he cursed some more.
Collapsing on his bed, he began to try and process the night. Instead of getting laid, he’ found himself at gunpoint and his character assassinated. He couldn’t fathom how he would ever recover from it.
He unlocked his phone. No texts nor calls. No surprise there. He suspected his number was probably blocked, but this time he knew just who to call.
She picked up on the first ring. “A little late for a bootie call.”
“Hey, Naomi.” Jake said.
“What’s up?” Naomi asked. “I was just about to go to bed and stuff.”
“Sorry.” Jake said. “I’m in a bit of a jam with my folks. Can I crash at your place tonight?”
“You can crash, yeah. But I’m serious about it being too late for a bootie call. I’m tired as shit, man. It’s been a long week.” She said.
“No problem.”
Jake threw a few days of supplies into his backpack and headed out to his car. He hoped everything would blow over by the time his welcome with Naomi wore out.
Jake made it across town about forty minutes later instead of the usual ten thanks to an accident on the interstate. He knew Naomi would be pissed, considering the lecture he’d gotten about being tired.
He made his way up to her second-floor apartment and knocked quietly. She didn’t answer.
He knocked again, more loudly this time. Nothing.
He pounded on the door and it flew open immediately.
“Jesus, guy!” Naomi hissed. “I got neighbors, ya know.”
Before he could protest, she punched him in the chest. This girl loved fucking with him. She opened the door and invited him in.
“Coffee?” Naomi asked.
Jake almost forgot to answer as he watched her cross the room in tight, side-stripe shorts and a hoodie drawn over her head. “Uh, yeah.” He managed. “Wait, I thought you were going to bed.”
“Listen.” Naomi said. “Whatever week I had, I could tell your lame ass had one ten times worse with that mopey-ass tone when ya called. Someone spit on your thin mints?”
“Heh.” Jake rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess I shouldn’t play poker with you.”
“Not unless your cock enjoys a stiff breeze.” Naomi teased.
This girl always had sex on the brain. It was no wonder they’d become casual fuck buddies on the first day they met.
“So what is it?” Naomi said. “That library-chick break your heart, your boss, or was it that dreamy girl next door.”
“Next door.” Jake ground out the words with his teeth.
Jake explained the situation as the coffeemaker percolated in the background and finished spelling it out by the time Naomi had slid him his cup o’ Joe.
“How do you always get yourself into the weirdest shit?” Naomi asked. “First it was that clingy chick at the gas station who banged up your car real good, when you came to the pumps but not to pump her. Then it was the study group chick who turned out had a boyfriend, Then—”
“I know the list.” Jake groaned.
“Yeah, well maybe you need to *understand* instead.” Naomi said. “It’s one thing to know you have terrible taste in women, but it’s a whole ‘nother thing to understand how to pick them better. Ya know?”
Naomi was always so cute when she made fun of him. The playful expression on her face as she swept aside the black locks covering her half-Asian features made him want to lean across the table and kiss her right then.
Instead, Jake let a smile sweep across his square jawline and handsome features. “Alright, ya.” He said. “You got me there, Naomi. Same shit, different day, huh.”
“Bingo. Bango. Bongo.” Naomi said. “Now lighten up.”
“Yeah, I’ll try I guess.” Jake replied.
“Well, you won’t have to try very hard.” Naomi leaned in. “I put some cannabis creamer in your coffee. Like, a lot, because I don’t own a mop for any of the waterworks you had planned for me.”
Jake looked down at his half-drank cup. He had noticed a strange taste but he was so caught up telling his story he thought she’d just served him Folgers.
He sucked his teeth. “Well, I guess it’s gonna be one of those nights.”
“Plan on it.” Naomi punched him in the arm and raised her cup. “I’m right there with you.”
They clinked glasses and faced the rest, slamming their glasses on the table.
“Now that we’ve gotten *all that* out of the way.” Naomi said, unzipping her hoodie. “You’re going to be a good guest and fuck me before that shit turns you sideways.” She stood up from the table and let the hoodie fall from her, revealing her small, perky breasts. “Didn’t think you could tell me about your sexcapades and leave a girl hanging, did you?”
“I didn’t plan it that way, but I guess you got a point.” Jake said, standing up.
She pointed at Jake and then gestured ‘come here’ with the finger. Spinning on her heel, she walked across to the living room furniture. She spun around her swivel recliner and bent over it, ass up to Jake.
Naomi would talk your ear off, but when it came to sex, she didn’t speak or want to hear a word.
As Jake unzipped his pants, Naomi reached into the pocket of her red, side-stripe shorts, fished out two condoms, and held them in the air for Jake to grab. Like Jake, Naomi had multiple partners, but she was much safer than he was. Jake grabbed them and threw them on top of his jeans he’d just kicked to the side.
He grabbed Naomi’s shoulders and pressed his erection against her pussy, only her shorts and his boxers between them.
Jake began rubbing her shoulders and Naomi sighed in relief. He knew she’d had a hard week, so he couldn’t help but ease her up a bit before they played. Massaging her back he gradually began to take a more sexual tone with his hands as he felt the tension ease beneath them.
Reaching around and grabbing her tits he pulled her up from the chair so she was kneeling in it with her back against his chest. He began kissing her neck as her shoulder-length locks fell to the side.
Jake’s hands ran along her body. Grabbing her tits. Playing with her nipples. Kissing her neck.
As her soft moans became louder, he reached his hand down her shorts and began teasing her labia, lightly running his finger across it while he pinched her nipple between his fingers and playfully kissed the numerous earrings on her left ear.
She almost jumped when his finger finally touched her clitoris. She always became sensitive there when Jake dragged out the foreplay.
It was about then that Jake felt the spiked coffee hit. It hit so suddenly that he almost turned into a statue, his finger still on Naomi’s clit. When Naomi noticed, she began giggling and then elbowed Jake lightly in the chest. Her cute little growl kickstarted him back up again.
With a few more minutes of attention to her clit and nipples, with playful kisses, Jake felt her body shake against him as he came. When Naomi looked back at him over her shoulder and kissed him, he could see that the coffee had hit her too. His eyes must’ve been twice as glazed over as hers, he guessed.
She bent back over the chair and pressed her ass up against his hard cock. Jake leaned over and grabbed the condom he’d tossed aside earlier. He unbuttoned his boxers and pulled his cock through the hole in front, unrolling the condom over its pulsing veins.
Jake pulled the red, side-stripe shorts up Naomi’s ass and spanked it loudly. A red handprint formed on her pale skin. He rubbed it before giving it hard slap. This time, Naomi, gasped loudly. He gave her big ass a quick kiss, which made her giggle.
Pulling her shorts to the side, he gently pushed into Naomi. Despite her recent orgasm, it took a few strokes to lubricate his cock fully. Something Naomi claimed came from the weed and had nicknamed “cottoncrotch.”
Naomi had fucked a lot of men since starting college a few years ago. Her strict Asian family had kept her incredibly focused on grades and not the cute boys sitting in class with her. Despite all that, Jake’s cock was her favorite of the bunch. It wasn’t the longest, but long enough. The way it stretched her out after a good fuck with him was always a treat.
Right now was no different and she couldn’t help but moan uncontrollably as he picked up speed. She panted in sync with each thrust.
Jake felt Naomi’s pussy squeeze his cock as she came. He slowed down his pace and fucked her in the long thrusts he knew she liked following an orgasm. After she caught her breath, he began fucking her rough like he had Roselyn the night prior.
As Jake’s coffee began it’s second wave, Naomi’s body transformed into Roselyn’s before his eyes. Naomi’s thick thighs turned into Roselyn’s thin ones. Roselyn’s hourglass figure replaced Naomi’s athletic build.
Jake closed his eyes tightly and shook his head. When his eyes opened, all he saw was Naomi.
Jake closed his eyes again and imagined Roselyn as he pounded away at Naomi’s pussy. For the next fifteen minutes, he shepherded her through multiple orgasms but didn’t slow down once.
After he’d given her two back-to-back, Naomi tapped out on his knee and he came to a full stop deep inside her.
“What’s going on back there? You usually cum by now.” She said.
“Sorry, this coffee. It’s hitting me like a sack of hits.” Jake stammered. “Er, ‘bricks.’ I think I need to sit down.”
“Wait just one second.” Naomi pushed Jake away and dropped down to her knees in front of him. “I know just what you need if you’re that fucked up.”
Jake smiled and shut up. Not once in any of the times they’d fucked had Naomi ever said a word to him until after they’d put their clothes back on.
Naomi pulled the condom off of Jake and deep-throated him immediately. It was so sudden, he wasn’t quite ready for it and almost stumbled backward. Naomi grabbed his ass in both hands and kept him upright.
Cock still buried in her face, she looked up at him, laughing at him with her eyes. He smiled.
With one hand, she rubbed his cock between deepthroating him, with the other, she fingered herself. After all the orgasms, Jake was surprised she was still horny. She wasn’t.
Naomi had lubricated her fingers well with the juices of her multiple orgasms. She reached those fingers up Jake’s boxers and began to tickle his asshole. He jumped slightly from surprise, but this time didn’t almost fall over.
After his hole hand loosened a bit, Naomi pushed her slippery fingers into Jake’s ass and began massaging his prostate.
Within a few minutes of Naomi hilting his dick, tickling his balls, and fingering his asshole, Jake tapped her shoulder that he was about to cum.
He pulled his cock out of Naomi’s mouth and stroked his cock until he sprayed his load all over her cute, Asian face. She continued to massage his prostate until he emptied every drop.
His thick ropes of cum covered her eyes and ran across her lips. Jake even saw some had gotten on her shiny black hair.
“Jesus guy.” Naomi protested. “Did you have blue balls or what before you came over.”
“Heh. Yeah, I guess I did, huh.” Jake said through heavy breaths. “I’ve never seen you do anything like that, what came over you?”
“I dunno.” Naomi said blindly reaching around on the floor for her hoodie before Jake handed it to her. Wiping the cum off her face with it, she continued. “Maybe I saw it in a porno and wanted to try it. Not sure. Did you not like it?”
“It was incredible.”
“Good.” Naomi said, pushing down Jake onto the couch behind him. “You should probably stay seated at this point.”
Naomi threw his jeans to him and then his shirt. He made an honest effort to put either of them on, but only managed a pantleg. His shirt covered him like a blanket.
As Naomi talked his ear off, the room began to spin, his head grew heavy, and Jake passed out into a deep sleep.
*To be continued…*
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