This is the second part of the story of Inviting the new neighbors to a BBQ. I hope you enjoy my writings, so please read the first chapter or this chapter might not make as much sense. Constructive comments are very welcome, but please don't spam porn links. Your votes are appreciated.
At some point during the night the need for sleep must have won the war going on in my brain. It was 11am before my bleary eyes started to open. In the sober light of Sunday morning, and no longer under any influence of the alcohol and weed, my brain ruminated about my actions and what the future was about to unleash on me. My actions last night were serious, a far cry from the responsible, hardworking, social, and fun-loving neighbor that I formerly thought of myself. Poor Deni wasn’t even as old as my daughter. Where had my self-control gone? how could I have allowed myself to let things go so far and end up raping my beautiful young neighbor? It wasn’t sex, it wasn’t making love. I had exploited her intoxicated state to satisfy my own lust. I couldn’t even convince myself that she had wanted sex, she made it clear, even tried to wake her husband. I was surprised that the police had not already come knocking at the door. I made myself a coffee and tried to think my way out of this seemingly impossible situation, my mind constantly debating the consequences of what I had done.
Sunday dragged by; it felt more like a week than a day. Not even an emergency call to fix someone’s heating or air conditioning, which in one way was a good thing because I was in no fit state to concentrate on fixing anything let alone drive somewhere… I couldn’t possibly have concentrated. I wanted to apologize to her, but that would have been crazy; no way I could just knock at their door and say “Im sorry I raped you last night”. I was convinced that either the police would come to arrest me, or Dave would show up with a gun and shoot me. I resigned myself to whatever I had coming my way.
I avoided going near the window, I avoided going out into the garden, even though there was still the clear-up from the BBQ to do. I flicked on the tv, but I couldn’t concentrate to watch it.
Sunday turned into Monday, which turned into Tuesday and then Wednesday. I hadn’t even shaved and ate so little. I still felt nauseous inside. By Thursday I started to relax somewhat, a little less concerned about the police, but still not dismissing that possibility. I hadn’t been shot, so that was also reassuring. I showered and shaved, made coffee, even had some breakfast and tidied up the back yard. I still felt incredibly guilty and debated whether I needed to move, which seemed to be a realistic and probably best course of action. I didn’t want to move, but rationalized that moving to another part of time might be the best course of action for me and for poor Deni.
The week passed slowly, another neighbor phoned at one point and invited me to visit over the weekend to watch a game, but I made excuses and declined their invitation. As day after day dragged by, I gradually became less anxious, grateful that I had not had any visit from the police, but the overwhelming sense of guilt about what I had done, still dominated my mind; it couldn’t even touch the subject to imagine how Deni must have been feeling.
The weekend came and went without incident and l was doing my best to get my life back on track, although my sleep was still restless.
Monday morning, I woke at my normal time, determined to get myself back into my regular routine. I made coffee, had breakfast, and scanned the morning tv news. I heard Dave’s car start up and fade away as he headed to work, which was a kind of surreal normality and I determined that later in the day I would go to the HVAC wholesaler and pick up some much-needed supplies.
Aside from my truck, I had a small vintage car in my garage that I had been periodically working to restore in my spare time; a dark green 1976 Mk2 Triumph TR6, a small British roadster. I figured if I got too old for it, it would make a great gift for my daughter.
I grabbed my tools, opened the garage door to let some light in, and popped the hood. I was busy replacing a hose when I heard the sound of a feint, but familiar, softly spoken voice of Deni.
“Mr Stevenson… can we talk?”
My stomach clenched and my mind raced through a million scenarios of how to respond. Somehow saying “Hi Deni, how are you today” or “Sure, what’s up?” seemed so inappropriate. The best I could manage was to stumble out a pathetic and hesitant “hey”.
I looked out from around the hood to see Deni’s petite little figure silhouetted against the sunlight in the garage doorway, her arms down her front, one hand on top of the other, held low across her hips. Her head was angled slightly down, avoiding possible eye contact.
I moved around to the side of the car and started to blurt out an apology… “look, about what happened… I’m so s…”.
Deni interrupted me “it was so wrong… it was just so wrong”
Feelings of guilt washed over me like a breaking wave, soaking my emotions to the core.
Deni moved further into the garage, still preserving a healthy distance from me, maintaining her lack of eye contact by keeping her gaze focused on some unimportant point on the garage floor.
She was wearing a baggy t-shirt that went down to below her hips, a pair of soft grey athletic shorts, trimmed with white edging just visible below it, her feet a pair of running shoes and little white socks. She was such a tiny but very beautiful young woman both physically and in her personality.
“I… I am so sorry, I should never have let things go too far, I never meant to h…” Again, stumbling over an apology, that I had rehearsed many times in my mind over the past week.
Deni repeated “it was so wrong… I mean…” she also seemed lost for words.
“I shouldn’t have had that wine… I’m not good with alcohol… I get drunk too easy”
She seemed to be blaming herself, at least in part, and yet she also seemed to be naively oblivious to the two brownies that Brian and is wife had laced with some weed or other narcotic.
Again, I started to apologise profusely, trying to at least sound sincere and coherent.
“I’ve never felt like that before” she interrupted, not letting me finish.
I tried again to get at least a whole apology out but she again interrupted.
“no, stop, i mean… I mean yes what you did was wrong too, but I don’t mean that”
I stopped and listened, the momentary silence was awkward; two people not knowing what to say to each other, both clearly embarrassed about the event and trying desperately to find the right words.
“I mean… “ continued Deni, hesitating, “I mean I’ve never experienced sex like that”
“I’ve never orgasmed like that”
“I’ve never felt so full, so complete like that”
“How could I have enjoyed it so much?... it was wrong, so very wrong… I’m married, my husband was right there, yet… I… I ” she started to stumble again.
I looked at her, feeling confused.
“After you left, I just laid there… I felt so guilty, but I didn’t want the feeling to stop”
I cautiously took a step closer to her.
“Didn’t your husband say anything when he woke up?”
“Didn’t he ask you why you were on the bed with your shirt and bra missing?”
“I told him I was drunk too and I’d taken my top off because it got wet” she replied, still not lifting her gaze.
“He tried to make love with me” she added, somewhat surprisingly revealing such an intimate detail.
“Did you?” was about the only dumb response I found I could say,
“No, I… I stopped him… it felt so very different… I felt so empty, I felt so much less… he’s never made me cum like you did that night… he got really mad at me”.
“Before, we would have sex almost every night, but I haven’t even let him near me in the last week, so he’s not even speaking to me”
The level of guilt I was feeling got even worse… I had possibly ruined their marriage.
“I’m sorry, I never meant to make problems, I never intended to rape you, it was stupid of me… it’s just, since I first met you, I found you so incredibly sexy… I mean… I mean that’s no excuse for what I did”
“you do?” Deni asked, almost surprised that I would find her sexy.
She looked up at me briefly, her eyes quickly refocusing on the floor in front of her.
“Yes… very” I responded, unsure of exactly what to say
Deni nervously stepped towards me, “I want to feel that again”
I was lost for words, was she really wanting me to fuck her again or was I misreading what she was saying.
“Are you sure about that… I mean really sure?” I asked, trying to sound serious and responsible.
Deni stepped forward, coming right up to me, and although still averting her eyes, said “yes”
My mind raced, I wanted more than anything to fuck her again, but I was scared, scared of what the future consequences might end up as. I was certainly less worried about the police, but a mistake is one thing, deliberately fucking my new neighbor’s young wife was filled with risks.
“Let’s go inside, I need to wash up” I said holding out my greasy blackened hands, using them as a perfectly good reason not to take advantage and buy more time to talk things through with her.
She looked at my hands and then into my eyes, shaking her head as if to say no.
She lifted her arms, wrapping them around my neck and stood on tiptoe, turning her head to kiss me. Her scent, a mix of feminine pheromones and shower gel, invaded my nostrils, the warmth of her small body combining to instantly make my cock grow hard inside my pants.
I put a hand around her back and kissed her back; she responded, our lips pressed together, our tongues intertwined. She tasted so sweet, so fresh and wonderful.
My hand immediately grasped one of her breasts, massaging it through her t-shirt, feeling her nipples swell and harden in response. She wasn’t even wearing a bra under that shirt, which was definitely unusual for Deni.
I reached for the bottom hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head, her arms held straight upright letting me pull it right off, leaving her completely topless. I tossed it onto the back seat of the car, kissing her passionately, my hands returning to directly handle her breasts, mauling them, massaging them, pinching her nipples. Deni started whimpering into our kiss.
The grease from my hand left dirty streaks on her breasts but neither of us seemed to care at that point. I squeezed her breast firmly and lowered my head to suckle onto one of Deni’s extended nipples. A moan came from deep inside her as I cautiously nipped at it with my teeth.
My hands lowered to her shorts and pushed them down over her hips together with her panties as they slipped down her legs to her ankles as I my hand dived between her legs to play with her pussy. She was sopping wet, her outer lips already well lubricated, making it effortless for my finger to slip inside her.
Deni’s moans got more frequent, her breathing deeper and faster as I slipped two fingers into her tight little opening and plunged them deep inside, my thumb pressing onto her swollen clitoris.
“Yes, yes…” she squealed as my fingers went to work on her pussy while my mouth sucked hard on her nipples.
I wanted to prolong her orgasm, so I withdrew my fingers and pushed down the raised hood of my TR6, before lifting her effortlessly onto the hood. I tugged her shorts and panties off over her running shoes, one falling to the floor before diving between her legs to plant my mouth over her pussy. Her little hairs were so soft, so thin, so different from the thick bush that my ex-wife had and buried my tongue into her.
Deni squealed, repeating “oh my god” again and again as I held her thighs and alternated between licking around her labia, circling her clitoris, and pressing my tongue inside her. Her pussy tasted fantastic, the aroma of her sex, forcing my cock even harder.
Deni cried out and clamped her thighs around my head, her hands clasping my hair in her fingers as an orgasm racked through her, her juices trickling from her pussy into my waiting mouth. I eased off the frantic nature of my licking, but didn’t stop, softly licking around her clitoris. After giving her a moment to partially regain her senses, I went back to repeating the cycle of licking, sucking, and penetrating her and soon induced another, even more powerful orgasm from her.
She was panting heavily, her face in that bewildered expression I had seen that first time in her bedroom, her mouth partly open, her eyes steadily blinking as she stared at me, unspeaking.
I dropped my pants and boxers to the floor and my cock immediately sprang to attention. I grabbed her hips and noticed she was staring wide-eyed at my cock as I maneuvered my hips to line it up with the entrance to her pussy.
I pushed forwards, forcing her opening to stretch as it tried to allow my cock to invade her depths. She was so incredibly tight, despite all the lubrication. I pressed harder, the head popping inside, as her lips closed tightly around my shaft.
Deni cried out as she felt my cock invading her, her legs wrapping around me, urging me to go deeper.
I pushed again, sinking a further 2 inches inside, and again, and again, pulling back slightly before each thrust until her walls resisted and I felt that I had reached the limits of her capacity. All the time, Deni was staring at me, wincing occasionally as I stretched her, unspeaking, that same expression of bewilderment lingering in her eyes.
Once inside, I started to stroke her walls, slowly sliding almost out before pushing more assertively back inside.
With each inward thrust, Deni would utter an “oh my god”, or “so good, so full”, “don’t stop, please don’t stop”, using her ankles to pull me into her.
She let out a deep guttural moan as she started to orgasm again, rocking her head from side to side. I loved the way she could orgasm so easily, each time the walls of her passage fluttering as the muscles contracted, gripping me even harder.
I picked up the pace and started to pound her.
I looked down at her, watching in amazement, taking in her beauty as my cock repeatedly entered this petite young woman, my balls rocking back and forth, slapping against her ass. Her beautiful face, her silky hair, her small tits bouncing on her chest with each thrust, her chest rising and falling as she increasingly gasped for air. The eroticism of the taboo of fucking another man’s wife and such a young one was not lost on me and I felt my own orgasm starting to build.
Deni now seemed to be experiencing an endless sequence of mini orgasms and then suddenly a massive orgasm exploded through her body, causing her to cry out loudly, her pussy clamping down hard onto my cock in a vice-like grip. A jet of fluid gushed from her pussy and drenched my thighs and chest. This was too much for me and I felt the impending blast of cum that was demanding release from my balls.
I tried to pull out, to not risk impregnating her and adding to our already complicated liaison, but she gripped my back tightly with her legs, interlocking her ankles behind me and held me inside. I erupted, my body shaking as pulse after pulse of cum flooded into her, flooding around the already tight fit and the limited space left by my cock. Deni looked adoringly into my eyes, her face a picture of happiness and contentment.
I collapsed forward, heaving for breath, my cock still twitching inside her. Unexpectedly, she wrapped her arms around me and held me tight to her body, one hand stroking my hair. She kissed me, deeply, lovingly and I kissed her back. We stayed locked together for several minutes until I felt my cock start to soften. This was the tender side of Deni, soft, loving, and incredibly an untapped well of sexuality. She whispered “thank you” into my ear.
I looked at her as seriously I was able, “Deni, I tried to not cum in you, I didn’t want to make any more problems for you and Dave… I hope I didn’t get you pregnant”
She looked at me, almost with a look of love, her dark pupils dilated, “I don’t know for sure, but I think you’re already going to be a daddy” she whispered in a very soft affectionate tone. I smiled at her and kissed her lovingly.
I climbed down from the hood of the car and offered my hand to her, helping her down, and led her naked up to my room. We showered together, soaping each other, and washing away the grease marks I’d left on her skin from my oily hands. We lovingly kissed, basking in a post coital glow under the warm spray of water.
We dried off and I led her to my bed, where we cuddled and made love. Not lust fuelled sex, instead replacing it with tender, lovemaking, kissing, cuddling, penetrating her slowly and gently as I slowly brought her to one orgasm after another. I even managed a second orgasm, which was unusual for me these days. Eventually we snuggled down together wrapped in each other’s arms and drifted into sleep.
I woke a couple of hours later but remained still, not wishing to wake her, staring at this beautiful young woman who was potentially the mother of my future child. I wanted to absorb her every detail of her naked body from her unblemished dark-skinned complexion, to her perky little breasts with large nipples, to her hungry little pussy. In my eyes, she was a picture of perfection.
A few moments later, Deni also stirred and opened her eyes as if she sensed me staring at her. She smiled and kissed me.
“teach me” she whispered, unexpectedly
“teach you what?” I replied
“teach me about sex, teach me how to be a good lover”
I grinned at the possibilities of what my young lover had just invited me to do.
“What about Dave?” … “what about the baby, if we’re having one?”
Deni’s face became serious as she started thinking.
“Hmmm, I don’t think I will ever divorce from Dave, I love him… it’s just… I need this with you too… I know I’m being selfish… greedy... it’s just… well, no one else has ever made me feel like this…” she hesitated for a moment and looked me directly in the eye, her face blushing, “I don’t want to lose that”.
She became more serious, “as for a baby, if I’m pregnant, I want to keep it … it will be a little piece of you that I get to keep…. I’ll just have to make Dave believe it’s his”.
I smiled, leaned over and we kissed deeply.
“You’d better make up for lost time… and soon”, I responded, semi-joking, trying to avoid the thought of Dave fucking her.
“I know” she replied
“You sure you want this?” I asked, still not believing my good fortune.
“yes, very sure” she said, “just teach me to be a good lover… I’ve never experienced sex like this … you’ve changed my life…” she blushed a deep shade of red, hesitating, “I really want to know more… to know everything”.
“Deal!” I replied, offering my hand as if to seal the agreement.
She smiled and took my hand … I pulled her to me, kissing her again.
After all the sex, I had started to get really hungry, so I got out of bed, grabbed a spare t-shirt of mine and tossed it over to Deni for her to wear. It was way too big for her, but it looked a dam sight better on her than it ever had on me.
I led her down the stairs to the kitchen and made lunch for her.
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