The Neighbor’s Son (Part V)

Sorry for the long delay. Things have been busy at work and I've not had any sexual encounters worth talking about until now.

The Labor Day weekend was the first weekend in a long while that I had to catch my breath. A part of me focused on work because I couldn't shake the feeling that Eric and I were growing apart. While I always knew that eventually he'd get on with his own life, find someone closer to his age and get married, I didn't want the day to come. I knew that he had a steady girlfriend and with his steady job, it was just a matter of time. However, it still pained me a bit because we used to either talk, Skype or text daily, and that went down to weekly, and now it was once a month, if that. I was happy for him, but a part of me really wished that he and I could have spent more time.

A part of the problem was that while I started dating again, this time more seriously hoping for a relationship that would last, none of the men who I dated were notable in bed. Big cock, little cock, it didn't seem to matter, there was always something missing. Most of the men I dated were divorced themselves and a part of me wondered whether it was because they were just terrible between the sheets. The biggest flaw that I could find was that for most of the men I met the game was purely physical, whereas I think with Eric, he engaged some mental tic within me that made it so god damned hot for me.

My plans for the Labor Day weekend was to spend it with Stacy, who wanted to set me up with someone she knew who was newly divorced and quite depressed. I didn't have anything better to do and so had agreed. She showed me a picture of the guy and he was surprisingly good looking, and I was a bit intrigued and so I agreed. Besides while I spent most of my time eating healthy, indulging in good barbecue once in a while is an opportunity that shouldn't be missed.

However, the Friday before labor day, as I was flipping through Netflix, my doorbell rang. Immediately my heart skipped a beat because I knew who it would be. I opened the door and saw Eric, smiling at me looking sheepish. I was at the same time glad to see him, but also annoyed since the last time we talked it was almost a month ago and he didn't mention anything about coming home. However, seeing him again with a t-shirt that looked a size too big and his tight muscular ass in his cargo shorts still sent my heart racing.

As much as I wanted to fuck him right then and there, I wanted him to know that he couldn't just treat me like this, showing up to fuck whenever he wanted. I was thinking, "For God's sake at least call ahead, so I don't scramble around canceling prior engagements."

He smiled, "What? You're not doing anything tonight? Or have you jumped to the conclusion that we'd be fucking the entire weekend?" I blushed knowing that I was guilty of that.

I think he knew something was up because rather than lead off by kissing me and immediately pulling my clothes off, or my dress up, he just said, "Can I come in?" Immediately I was confused, I had meant to read him the riot act and was completely disarmed by this approach. "Sorry, I hadn't called. Work and my girlfriend have kept me quite busy. She's also quite nosy and jealous. Both of us went home to see our folks this weekend so it's the first time in a while that I've had to myself."

We sat down at my kitchen table, and it seemed to be clear that he just wanted to talk. My heart sank when I heard him mention his girlfriend. I knew he had one, but it felt like a knife went into my gut when he mentioned it. I don't know why I felt that way because I knew he had one, we had talked about her in the past, how he could make her happy when they fought etc, but for some reason the tone in his voice suggested some level of intimacy with her that I just wasn't ready for.

With a lump in my throat I asked, "So, did you come here to tell me that we're over?" I was surprised that it came out of my mouth without a quiver and emotionless.

"No, of course not. I was hoping that we'd be fuck buddies for the duration."

That also shocked me a little. He had always seemed like a rather honorable guy, the kind of guy that women thought was marriage material? "You don't feel the least bit guilty cheating on your girlfriend?"

He looked at me with a slightly embarrassed smile, "I never thought I'd hear that out of you. Well, my last couple of girlfriends things were always great until we got serious, then all sorts of things crop up and put a real dampener on sex. Stupid things like who took out the garbage last, and the fact that I haven't dated a girl who was willing to fuck me and someone else at the same time. That was so damn hot. I dunno, I love what we have, the fact that real life doesn't intrude and I can fuck you whenever I want. Make up sex is great, but having to fight first kind of sucks."

I was proud at the fact that I managed to keep a straight face and said, "Eric, I'm not you're whore. I am not some cheap slut who will fuck you whenever you decide to show yourself. At least have some courtesy and call ahead."

He smiled, "You're cute when you're angry." He got up and walked behind my chair. I think he could smell how wet I was because he said, "You're not a whore or a cheap slut, but you are my slut." It's amazing how arousing he could make that last phrase sound. "Besides? What are you complaining about, I know that you want this just as much as me." He started giving me a shoulder rub, though it was more a pretense for him to slip my dress off my shoulders along with my bra straps. He then began to touch my neck softly and whispered, "So are you my slut?"

I didn't say anything, but my answer was clear. Lifting me up and bending me over my kitchen table, he hiked up my skirt and started to finger my pussy with his fingers. I was wet before, but now I was positively dripping. At that point I forgot all points of the conversation we just had and enjoyed the way he fucked me with his hands. As he did this with one hand, he started to pull my dress lower and lower on my body until it was bunched around my waist.

I screamed and moaned and tried to push myself off the table, but he leaned on me to pin my body against the table. It didn't take long until I had my first orgasm of that night and given the length of time between it and my last one, I felt like I was going to have a stroke when it hit. For a young man, he was patient and he let up on me as I writhed in pleasure. He sat back down on the chair until I regained enough composure to face him again. "On your knees Cindy." Like the good little slut that he said I was, I immediately sank to my knees. He pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose, one of his habitual tweaks before I blew him.

Pulling his pants down, I licked my lips, trying to moisten them to give a good blow job. My mouth was dry from the screaming that I had done earlier. His long hard cock sprang out from his pants as I pulled them down, and I could feel the tip slick with precum. As took him into my mouth. I could feel him leaning back in the chair and gasping as I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft. I alternated between sucking his cock and his balls an it made me feel so sexy knowing that a young man chose me, and not some younger woman to fuck on a Friday night.

He put his hand on my head and was appreciative of the blow job I was giving him. Hearing him moan as I sucked and licked his shaft made me feel appreciated. When he was nearing the climax he pulled out. He liked shooting his load on my glasses and tonight was no exception. He held my face with one hand and his cock in the other and plastered my glasses with jizz.

The load was far larger than normal, and I guess it meant that he probably hadn't had sex in a while with his girlfriend, and I wondered whether he'd be ready for a second time. By now, my orgasm had subsided and I needed a real cock inside me again.

Taking off my cum stained glasses I straddled him and asked, "Can you cum again?"

Eric said, "Let's go up to your bedroom, and give me a few minutes. I want you to dress up." That usually meant wearing the black negligee, thigh highs, and heels that he so liked. I also took the chance to wipe the cum off my face and took a finger full of it into my mouth as I looked at him. Eric's cock was going from semi-hard back to a full erection when he saw me do that. He smiled as he watched me putting on the clothes that he'd fuck me in. For some reason he liked it when I was partially undressed rather fully undressed.

Lying in bed, Eric ate me out until he was ready. His tongue darted out of my dripping wet cunt and he kept asking whether I was his slut or not. Up until now I hadn't answered, but I when I realized that he wasn't going to fuck me until I admitted it, I finally did, "Yes I'm your slut."

He told me to get on my hands in knees. He was a bit taller than me and there was always some delay as he positions himself. When he finally entered me again with his cock, I squealed like a teenage girl and started to tell him to fill me up. Over and over again, I begged him to fill me with his cum. He obliged by fucking me harder and faster until the bed creaked in protest. A part of me thinks he was also getting frustrated not being able to cum. He had shot quite a large amount when I had blown him. More than usual, more like the times when he had gone a long while without sex.

I felt an orgasm building and when it hit, my sex starved body clenched so hard it hurt. Eric grabbed my hair and pulled me up so my back was arced. Seeing myself in the mirror made me feel both slutty, desirable and empowered. For some reason when I was with him, I was so much more comfortable cutting loose. His cock hammered me faster and faster until he came, and he grabbed me tightly as he came again inside me. It subsided quickly and both of us collapsed. In the throes of our pleasure, he nibbled at my ear and said, "God I love fucking you."

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