As a freshly minted college junior, I finally had the chance to live off campus and really experience freedom. A few friends and I went in on a house in quaint New England town our little school called home. Within a few weeks of moving in, we turned a once decent family home into a complete bachelors pad. Posters were haphazardly tacked to the wall and beer cans adorned every corner. It was perfect. The hot New England summer was fading, and we decided to have a cookout to finally meet our neighbors, for fear of their itchy fingers dialing the police every time we had a party in the future–fear of underage drinking arrest is certainly real at that age.
We knocked on doors all around the neighborhood, and were met with smiles and non committal responses. Our next door neighbor wasn’t home, so we walked back into the house. It was getting to be late Thursday and our fake ids begged for a test drive at the local bars. As I came downstairs and waited to leave, I noticed the lights on in the house next door. My roommates were all getting dressed upstairs, so I hollered that I’d go invite our neighbors to our block party extravaganza. I let myself out the front door, walked the few yards down the sidewalk and rang the bell next door.
When Jackie opened the door, I was nearly speechless at first. She looked much more mature up close than the few times I’d seen her bringing in groceries or watering her plants in the past few weeks. Her face showed a few years older, but was beautiful. Her skin was radiant and her tight body fit inside her yoga pants and tank top such that it was clear she was no stranger to the gym. “Hello, I’m carson–I live next door,” I said.
“Hello sweetheart, I recognize you, how’s the house? Everything okay?”
“Everything is fine. We wanted to let you know that you and your husband are invited to come to a cookout tomorrow afternoon at our house. It will be mostly college kids, but we wanted to extend it to our neighbors too.”
“Thanks for the invite, my husband is still at work, but I’ll text him and ask if we have plans. Should we bring anything?”
“No that’s fine, we have it all.”
I left her porch and walked home. After a night of drunken debauchery, it was time to have our big party. A few friends came over. A few neighbors came over, but I didn’t see our next door neighbor nor her husband. It was a bit disappointing–for one, it was important to have them on our side, and two, I yearned to see her beautiful frame up close again. Besides a small turnout, our cookout was great. That evening, my roommates went back to the bar and I stayed in to watch a movie. I saw my neighbors car pull up, and in a (perceived) bold move–which now I know is referred to as “passive aggressive”–I happened to take the trash out at the exact same time she stepped out of her car.
“Carson! I’m so sorry we couldn’t come over–I didn’t have your number or I would’ve texted. Jim got called in to work today and I didn’t want to go without him, I’m so sorry!”
I accepted her apology, probably goofily.
“Here’s my number, text me if you’re planning to do that again! In fact, can you help me as well? I’ve got two cases of bottled water in the trunk, would you mind grabbing them?”
I brought them in for her. Her house was spectacular on the inside. The humble exterior betrayed the magnificent granite, stainless steel, and white cabinets of her kitchen. I put the water away as she offered me a beer. I gladly accepted–my buzz was wearing off from the cookout. We sat in her kitchen for a bit and chatted. Soon e conversation turned to girls and she seemed delighted to learn I didn’t have a girlfriend. Abruptly she said “well, if you ever need a good fuck, I’m a great teacher.”
I was stunned. She didn’t break gaze. She tipped back her beer and finished it off. “Come upstairs with me” she said, “let’s try something.”
It took mere seconds of getting into her room before she was undoing my belt and pulling my shorts down. Her lips were clearly filled with Botox and cushioned my cock perfectly. She spit and slobbed, choking and Moaning on my cock again and again. I felt her hair between my fingers and kept her head in place as she continued to swallow my thick hard cock. I throbbed and shook as I got close to cumming. I screamed out loud and my body trembled. She pushed me back and opened her mouth wide as if filming the end of a brazzers masterpiece. When I came my load was thick and hard. It coated her lips and her cheeks and mouth. She smiled as she tugged the last bit out of me. “Don’t tell your roommates” she said–this is our secret.
I kept it that way for the next 11 months.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6w0trq/meeting_my_neighbor_part_1_mf_cheating_college