Hi Reddit, this is my first attempt at any kind of fiction. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed cumming up with it. Would love to hear any feedback.
I’m not sure how long individual parts should be, but I think this story will end up with 4 distinct parts. It starts a bit slow, but it builds!
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Like A Good Neighbor, Part I – Introductions
My name is Nick. Nick Carver. Im just a regular middle-class guy with a regular middle-class wife, living in regular middle-class America. My wife Sarah and I are both working professionals with good careers and a stable marriage. We met in college and started dating after a few years of friendship. We were both super introverted which is probably why we gravitated to one another. In social outings we would always end up hanging out together, sometimes sharing just a few words before we drifted into the background to peoplewatch. Courtship took a couple of years, but now we’ve been married for close to a dozen years and our relationship is as strong as ever.
Neither of us is particularly sexual in the common sense of the word. We love each other and love our intimate moments together; but we realized that for both of us our libidos were just not super-charged. Since we were both on the same page it allowed our relationship to blossom around our shared interests; we are both very health conscious, politically in-tune, we value our together and private time, we tend to read a lot, and neither of us wants kids. Sex comes in waves. Sometimes we can’t keep our hands off of each other, and at other times neither of us has any interest whatsoever. I will say that when we are both in the mood, the sex is good, better than most that I’ve had. What helps keep our relationship sound is that we both acknowledge these differences and don’t hold it against each other. We also are pretty open about masturbation, and neither of us takes it personally if the other takes matters into their own hands, so to speak.
After getting married we moved into a comfortable 3 bedroom home just outside of a major US city. We love having all of the amenities that the city offers but also valued the peace and quiet the the ‘burbs can bring. Lucky for us we had bought before the last housing boom and ended up with a beautiful home near the end of our street which backed up to a greenbelt. Our neighbors were primarily other DINKs and middle-class families. More importantly, we both loved that our particular township was very community oriented. There was a farmers market every sunday near downtown, a movie in the park once a month, most families showed up for community events, and overall there was a small town feel that made us very comfortable. It was quite idyllic.
To many our lives would seem quite boring, but we were OK with that. It worked for us. Sarah was a consultant and travelled quite a bit for work. I was a freelance analyst working on projects that could last anywhere from 3 months to 2 years. I worked from home more often than not. Our lives were, to us, quite perfect. We got to share quality time together and also enjoyed time away from each other.
Not long after we bought our house the place next to ours was sold to a couple a bit older with a young daughter and an infant son, Natalie and Donovan. They had another boy a couple of years later, Benjamin. The parents, Al and Megan Densmore were really nice folks. Both worked in IT and they were very much involved in their church, some smaller branch of Christianity. Over the years Sarah would frequently babysit young Nat and Donnie until Nat was old enough to take over and watch Donnie, and eventually, little Benjie. We had dinner parties together, met up at community gatherings, the whole 9 yards. I think if Sarah and I had been into the church scene we would have become even better friends. As it was, our atheism put up a bit of a barrier in some respects. Nevertheless, we got to know the Densmore family and watched their kids grow up right next door.
Like I mentioned, my sex drive was always on the slow end, and even as a teen I wasn’t as sex-crazed as a lot of my friends were. And I was never into ‘teen porn’ either, so it didn’t even cross my mind that Natalie could be seen as something besides my neighbors kid. That all changed last year, and that’s what this story is about.
One week last April, Sarah was out of town on a lengthy engagement. I was at the Sunday market looking for local produce for the week since I wanted to make sure I had a nice dinner worked out for her when she got home. I ran into the Densmore family in front of the Dayton Farms booth, where I had just bought a couple of pork chops to go with the asparagus I had picked up earlier. We exchanged the usual pleasantries. I explained my mission. They had just come from church. We walked down one of the market rows, Al, Megan, and I catching up on a few things. Natalie was shepherding Donnie and Ben behind us, making sure they behaved themselves as much as young boys just out of church could. Once the conversation and meandering slowed I politely excused myself and indicated I was going to head back home.
“Can I hop a ride with you, Mr. Carver? I have cross country practice and I could use some extra time to stretch and get warm.” Natalie asked after I offered my good-byes.
“Nat, honey, Mr Carver doesn’t have time to chauffer you around.” Al chided.
“It’s all good, Al. The high school isn’t that far from our neighborhood. No big deal at all. You guys look like you need more time to shop anyway,” I countered. It really wasn’t any hassle, it was literally 2 minutes out of my way. After a couple more assurances that I wasn’t being inconvenienced Megan nodded her head at Al, indicating her approval as well. Nat, Al, and I walked back to their car and grabbed Nat’s gym bag.
“You sure you don’t mind, Nick?” Al asked, glancing back over at Natalie.
“Yeah man, no trouble! See y’all later.” And with that, Al walked back to the market, Nat and I headed to where I was parked a block over. I realized she was walking a half-step behind me so I purposely slowed my pace to walk next to her.
To be honest, I had never really paid much attention to Natalie. She was quiet, a bit bookish and nerdy, and a bit of a wallflower. Tall for a girl, thin and lanky, a bit flat-chested, with brown eyes and dirty blonde hair, Nat wasn’t necessarily going to be the girl all the guys were pining after. But she wasn’t unattractive by any stretch of the imagination. And all of the casual interactions I had with her indicated she was smart, caring, and in general a good person. But as a respectable, happily married man I had most certainly never looked at her in any kind of sexual manner. Things were about to change, however.
Nat was wearing a pale blue skirt that ran to her knees and a grey button-down top. Pretty conservative by today’s teen standards. But hey, she did just come from church. As she got into my car I couldn’t help but notice the skirt ride up her thighs a bit. Cross country sure did tone up those legs, they were long and lean. I filed it away and got going down the road. We rode in silence the first couple of minutes, me checking my mirrors more than normal. She sitting with her bag on her lap.
“So, uh. You get college figured out?” I asked, hoping that the topic was casual enough.
“Yeah. Dad wanted me to go to CC for a couple of years because it’s cheap. But Mom pretty much squashed that, so I’m going to go to State at least for a couple of years. I kinda want to be a vet, but they don’t have a program here so I would have to go out of state. I wouldn’t mind that, but I’m nervous to leave home…” And just like that I was hearing about the whole story behind her college aspirations, nodding my head and adding in an “uh huh” or a quick question to keep the story rolling.
I was so caught up listening and driving that I didn’t really notice Nat rifling around in her gym bag, and before I knew it she had whipped her skirt off and was pulling on a pair of thin track shorts. I couldn’t help but turn my head enough to catch a glimpse of plain black underwear before the shorts came up. While I was still in a bit of shock and trying to process what just happened, Nat must have realized it too.
“Oh my god. Ohmygod, I’m so sorry Mr. Carver! I do this all the time in my parents car I didn’t even think…” she gushed. I could see a mix of fear and embarrassment on her face, and I truly felt bad for her.
“It’s OK Nat. I’m not mad at you, and I didn’t see anything really. Please don’t feel bad.” I blurted, hoping it would make both of feel less awkward.
Nat sat there for another moment, and I almost thought she was going to start crying. But to my utter disbelief she undid the top few buttons on her blouse, and pulled it over her head, revealing a skin-toned sports bra. I caught just a second of it out of the corner of my eye before she threw her track jersey on. She rolled up the skirt and blouse, tucking it into her bag. I kept silently driving while she swapped out her shoes as well, finishing just as we were pulling up to the high school.
“End of the road!” I called out too cheerily.
“Thanks, Mr. Carver.” And then she was exiting the car, barely glancing at me. I watched her lanky form jog around the main building to the track, and found myself admiring her long legs as they travelled up into those short shorts. The faint visions of her boy cut panties and the sports bra flitted through my mind as I pulled out of the lot and headed for home.
On the brief ride to the house I kept rerunning the entire scene over and over in my head. I didn’t intend to see anything, I wasn’t even trying to see anything! It just happened! I loved Sarah, and that was that. Then the other voice in my head piped up: “She’s 18. She undressed herself. There was nothing wrong with what happened. You didn’t touch her.” And then it hit me as I pulled into my driveway, I was turned on! I was so engrossed in my thoughts I hadn’t even realized I was sporting a pretty major hard on.
I waddled into the house a bit bow-legged and put the groceries down before heading into the bedroom. I pulled my shorts down to reveal the lump of my cock straining against my underwear. There was a fair amount of pre-cum that had leaked through, something which Sarah always liked to see. Before I realized it I had pushed my trunks down to my thighs and had my 6 inches in hand. After a couple of slow strokes I started rubbing my pre-cum around the head. Stroking, rubbing, breathing a little faster and heavier. The fuzzy memory of Nat filled my mind again, her lean, near-naked body waiting to be taken. And then I was cumming, my knees almost giving out under me it took me by such surprise. My balls pulsed in time with the head of my prick, the first two globs of cum making it a couple of feet in front of me. I stood there, half-wilted cock in hand, dreaming of the next time I might catch a glimpse of Nats body.
/end of Part I
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