This is the second chapter of this 14-part story from my early twenties, when my girlfriend and I moved into a duplex in a low-rent neighborhood. In this chapter, I continue to watch the neighbors and am introduced to a whole new side of Denise.
—————— Part (2) ■ Denise and Danny ■ ———————
[ s e x u a l c o n t e n t : 2/5 ]
This is the second chapter of this 14-part story from my early twenties, when my girlfriend and I moved into a duplex in a low-rent neighborhood. In this chapter, I continue to watch the neighbors and am introduced to a whole new side of Denise.
Note: Although this story is fiction, every character and situation in this series is based on reality. About 6-years of events in the eighties have been compressed into one long summer with the intent to make the chapters more readable, but unfortunately it can also make them less believable. It is up to the reader to decide what is fantasy.
The week that followed was pretty quiet. Ron’s car was back home and he and Debbie seemed to be getting along fine from what I could see. The new couple next door were largely out of sight, although cars would stop by at all hours, but only for about 15-minutes or so before leaving again. I was pretty sure they were selling drugs out of the place. Denise and I worked and went through each day like mostly unattached roommates.
Our 14-year old neighbor, Danny, stopped by often and I noticed he started spending more time inside talking with Denise when he came over, instead of hanging out with me in the garage. Denise said she was helping him with homework and was just being a soundboard for him regarding his new relationship with Sarah and life in general. I did notice she often went without a bra when he stopped by and wore more revealing clothes in front of him. Danny took notice too and constantly stared at her when she walked around the kitchen. Far from jealous, I was actually turned on by this flirtation. I wished an older woman had acted like that around me when I was his age. I thought it was good for Denise as well, since she had recently lost her sexual appetite.
That Saturday I came up from the garage and Danny was standing in the kitchen talking with Denise. She was wearing shorts, a loose-fitting shirt with a large cowl neck and from what I could see, no bra. I asked, “Do we have any beer left?”, and watched how Denise handled the question. She walked over and opened the fridge and bent over to look, her shirt falling forward as she leaned forward. Danny noticed this and walked over to the fridge to ‘help look’. I could see the beer in the fridge from where I was standing, and thought about the effect of the cold air on her nipples, which I’m pretty sure were in clear view from where Danny was standing. Denise stayed bent over looking for it, her shirt hanging open, Danny staring wide-eyed down the front, eyes locked on her exposed breasts.
She finally reached in and grabbed a Heineken, stood up and handed it to me. Danny shot a worried glance at me like he was busted looking down her shirt, but I just smiled at him.
“Thank you for the beer… Danny, do you want anything to drink?”
Danny laughed and said, “I’d love a Heineken, if that’s cool with you.”
Denise bent over again and reached for another beer, then stayed there, bent over, for a moment, “As long as this is just between us. You won’t tell anybody, will you?” Danny was just standing there, frozen in place, staring down the front of her shirt.
He finally blurted out “Never! I would never talk about this, I promise!”
I almost laughed at his comment. He was almost pleading with Denise for more. I looked down at Danny’s pants and his excitement was quite visible.
“I’m headed back down to the garage. Either of you need anything?” I knew Danny wasn’t going to be following me. Denise replied, “I was hoping to talk Danny into helping me clean the kitchen floors.” She turned to Danny, “I’ll pay you.”
Danny replied almost immediately, “That would be great! I really don’t have anything going on.”
“Okay. Have fun!”, and I headed back downstairs. I went into the garage, took off my clothes and changed into my coveralls. I thought about what was going on upstairs with Danny and Denise. This was a side of Denise I had never seen, and I found it arousing.
I opened the garage door in hopes that one of the neighborhood girls might stop by, or I might see Debbie across the street. What I saw was the brunette in the blue house trying desperately to start her car. She looked pretty frazzled and her blonde roommate wasn’t much help. I walked out to the curb, “You need any help?”
“Oh God, could you?” said the blonde, almost pleading in her response. I walked over and introduced myself. “I can’t believe we haven’t met yet, I’m Jeff. What’s going on?”
The blonde responded with a wide smile, “Hi! I’m Stephanie, and this is Carly. Her car won’t start. I think it’s out of gas.” Carly broke in, “I just put gas in it, but the gauge is broken, so I’m not sure.. I really have to get to work though- I’m already late!”
The hood was up, so I pulled the air cleaner and pumped the throttle linkage… nope. “It looks like you are out of gas. I’ve got a can in the garage- I’ll be right back.” I ran across the street and retrieved my gas can. As I poured the contents into the car Stephanie swooned around me. Carly cranked the motor and after a few long turns it fired off.
Stephanie jumped up and down like a cheerleader, “You are like a knight in shining armor!” Carly smiled widely from the driver’s seat and chimed in, “You just saved my job. How can we repay you?”
These two girls were blatantly flirting like they were drunk, but I guess I did come to their rescue, so I was okay with it.
The blonde leaned forward on the fender to show off her cleavage. I looked down her blouse and smiled, “I’m sure I can think of something.” I looked at Carly, “You had better get to work.”
They both sang to me, “Thank you Jeff!” as I walked back across the street. I turned around and waved, and as I turned back I noticed Debbie on her front porch watching the whole scene. I waved to her, “Hi Debbie!” She was wearing a different sun dress, and looked much sexier in it now that I knew what was underneath. She was leaning forward on the railing, wine glass in hand, looking judgmental towards the neighbors. Or maybe judgmental of me? I stopped and stared at her until she smiled back and waved.
After I put the gas can away I walked back out front and used the hose to wash my hands. I grabbed a towel from the garage and leaned against the car to dry my hands. Debbie was still on her porch watching me. The blonde was seeing her roommate off to work, but I didn’t look at them. I fixed my stare on Debbie, and smiled. She smiled back and took a sip of her wine.
I went back in the garage and started working on the car again, but really wanted to see what was going on upstairs. I figured I needed another beer, so I snuck up the stairs making sure they didn’t hear me. When I walked in the kitchen both Danny and Denise were on their hands and knees, scrubbing the floor. Denise was scrubbing in a corner, ass out, and Danny was right behind her. He was diligently scrubbing as well, but he was staring at her ass. It looked to me that he see up under her shirt, which was hanging loosely down from her body, completely exposing her breasts from underneath.
Denise didn’t have very large breasts, but her points hanging down like that, they were unbelievably hot.
They didn’t hear me coming in, and when Danny noticed, he sat up quickly with a shocked and guilty look on his face. I laughed, “I didn’t mean to scare you! I just wanted another beer.”
Danny got back down on his hands, but not before I saw he was sporting a major hard on in his shorts. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and the bottle opener from the drawer by the sink. Denise looked up at me and gave me a nervous smile.
Walking out of the kitchen I looked more closely at her ass, which was on complete display in her thin white shorts. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing underwear, and you could clearly see the outlines of her pussy through the fabric, and a little bit of hair was visible out one leg. I could totally understand why Danny had a hard on.
I smiled again at Danny and headed back downstairs. The scene of Danny crawling around on the floor behind Denise, staring right up between her legs at her ass and exposed breasts, gave me a slight erection, and I adjusted it down my leg as I walked down into the garage.
I was surprised to see Sarah standing just outside.
“Sarah! I didn’t know you were here”, I said as I tried to shuffle around the car and hide the bulge in my coveralls. She walked inside the garage and flashed her braces through a wide smile, “Hi Jeff! Is Danny around? His mom said he was over here.”
“He is… he’s working upstairs on something with Denise, but I’m not supposed to go up there. Must be some thermo-nuclear device or something.”
She laughed at my stupid comment and came closer, the whole time staring at me with those wide ‘fuck me’ eyes.
…..I thought about Denise seducing Danny right above us
I moved out from behind the front of the car and her eyes immediately went down to my junk.
I took a step closer to her and offered her my beer. She was a little flustered, “Oh! Um, sure! Thanks… it’s getting really hot outside.” She took a long drink from the beer and handed it back to me, coughing and burping a little as she did. She patted her chest trying to settle things, “Oh, gosh… I’m sorry”
Her pale skin suddenly flushed a bright pink; her cheeks and chest especially, and she apologized again. “I’m sorry. I get these flashes… It’s so hot today!” She was clearly embarrassed, and a little nervous. It was only in the mid ‘80s outside today.
Sarah’s eyes went back down to my crotch. She grabbed the front of her blouse and rapidly pulled it back and forth, trying to fan herself. She was wearing the same thing she had on when I met her, tight red shorts and a white short-sleeved blouse. I swear her tits looked even larger today.
I moved a little closer and held my cold beer in front of her chest, and slowly moved it closer, until the glass touched her just above the top button holding her blouse closed. She gasped at first, then took a deep breath, “Oh gosh… that is so cold.”
Her nervousness seemed to disappear as she closed her eyes and used both hands to fan her blouse around the bottle. I slid the bottle downwards but the top button stopped it short.
I pulled the bottle back and took a drink.
“Hey! Why did you do that? I was just starting to cool off!” She scrunched her eyes in mock anger.
I pointed to her blouse, “That top button was getting in the way” and took another gulp from the beer, clearly flirting with her. She smiled and reached up to unbutton the top button on her blouse. “Would this be better?”, and pulled it open. I could see a lot of cleavage and the top of her bra.
Somewhat surprised, I let out a small laugh and stared straight at her cleavage, “Um… yeah, I would say that is much better!” She laughed and grabbed the beer from my hand and took another sip. I was still staring at her cleavage. “Hey perv, my eyes are up here”, and batted her eyes at me. I looked up and smiled, “Sorry…”
Sarah stepped closer and handed the beer back to me, “Can I ask you a question?”
“Well, sure… of course. What’s up?”
“When did you lose your virginity?”
She caught me off guard with her rather direct question, but I finally responded, “What makes you think I’m not a virgin?”
She laughed, “No, really.. how old were you?”
“I was about your age… fifteen? I played a lot before then, but I was fifteen before I finally went ‘all the way’ with a girl.”
“Well, I’m not there yet.”
… I wasn’t sure if she was talking about her age, or her virginity, but was shocked at how forward she was being with me
“I’m just frustrated. Some of my friends have already lost theirs… some younger than me, too. I haven’t even ‘played a lot’, like you call it.”
“I kinda figured you and Danny were already playing around… no?”
“Not really. I mean, we make out and stuff, but not really anything. At least not yet.”
“What would you like to know? Is there anything you’re scared about, or want to talk about?”
“Not scared… well, not really. But I… I mean… I want to know how to do things. I don’t want to be bad at it.”
“I think you’ll do great.” I reached out with my right index finger and pulled her blouse out, exposing her bra, “it looks like you’ve got all the right parts”
This time Sarah just smiled, crossed her arms behind her back and rocked back and forth, allowing me to look down her blouse and stare at her cleavage and bra. She had some nice tits, I have to say. I stared and watched her nipples harden through her blouse. My dick was starting to harden as well.
We heard the door to the garage open. I let go of Sarah’s blouse and quickly stepped back. Sarah turned and walked outside, buttoning up her blouse with her back to us. I could see Danny’s legs step through the door, and walk down the stairs into the garage where he could see us. “Sarah? I didn’t know you were here.”
Sarah turned back towards us, “Hi Danny! Your mom said you were over here. Whatcha doin upstairs?”
“Just helping Denise with some stuff.”
I looked down and could see a pretty visible wet spot in Danny’s shorts, and his dick was still pitching a slight tent. Danny quickly moved behind the car so Sarah wouldn’t notice it. I looked over at Sarah and she was showing a bit of pink flushing on her face.
Danny suddenly said, “I need to use the bathroom”, and headed back inside. After a bit I could hear the hair dryer running as I headed outside to join Sarah.
Sarah looked great in the sun. She had a very voluptuous body for such a young girl. Her thin blouse and red shorts fit a little too tight on her ripe figure… I could see every line from her bra and panties.
I walked up close to her, “You sure look good in that outfit. I would like to see you model it for me sometime.”
“Model it? What do you mean? Different than you see me now?”
“Yes. Same outfit, less underwear.”
She put her hand over her mouth, “Oh my Gosh… Jeff, you’re trouble.” but she smiled at my lewd comment.
Danny came out to join us. His shorts were dry now and he looked presentable. “Sarah, I need to get home for dinner. Do you want to join? We’re having pizza.” Sarah quickly replied, “Sure! I love pizza”, and they headed down the walk toward Danny’s house. Sarah looked back at me and smiled. I watched her ass jiggle in those tight red shorts as she walked away.
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……………………Finishing the Kitchen………………….
I went back inside and headed upstairs. I wanted to see how Denise was doing after her afternoon flirt and exhibition with our young neighbor boy. She was standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a glass of rosé wine in her hand. The open bottle was on the counter beside her, about 3/4 empty.
She had obviously been working hard. Her face and legs were glistening with sweat, and her thin top was damp as well.
“Been having fun up here without me?” I teased her.
“I’ve been working my butt off!” She seemed a little irritated at my comment. She took another long drink of her wine.
“And it shows. The place looks great. And you look pretty fuckin hot… in those clothes… all sweaty like that. I can only imagine what was going on in Danny’s mind.”
She squinted her eyes at me in disapproval.
“No! It was a compliment! I would have given anything at his age to see you like that. You gave him a memory I’m sure he will treasure forever.”
“Stop it. You are just making fun of me.”
“Not at all. Seriously. You looked sexy as hell on your hands and knees like that. You gave me a hard on… I imagine Danny nearly came in his pants.”
She took another drink from her glass.
“I was fourteen once. I guarantee he will be masturbating a hundred times fantasizing about today. I think I might a few times too.”
She just shook her head, “You’re gross. It wasn’t like that.” She refilled her glass.
I grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked over to the drawer beside the sink to get the opener. Our kitchen window looked down over the backyard into Danny’s parents house. The curtains on the sliding glass door of the right bedroom were open, and a thin blonde woman I hadn’t seen before was trying on dresses.
…… this neighborhood is crazy
I turned back and looked at Denise. “Would you do me a favor?”
She looked over with a suspicious look on her face.
“I think I saw a spot you missed in the corner over there. Can I watch you clean it?”
“Seriously? You’re a pervert. Stop teasing me.”
I unzipped my coveralls and let them fall down past my waist, showing the bulge in my boxers. “I’m not teasing you. I may be a pervert, but you look fucking hot like that… please?”
She laughed at me, “Well, you really look like a pervert with your pants like that. Where is this spot I missed?”
I walked over to a corner by the door to the deck off the kitchen, and pointed. Denise took another drink from her wine, grabbed the bucket and sponge, and set it down in the corner. She got down on her knees and started scrubbing. I stepped out of my coveralls and started rubbing on my dick through my boxers and watched her. “Yeah… like that. I really love that”
I realized it would look like I was naked to anyone looking up to the kitchen, and glanced out the kitchen window. The blonde at Danny’s was standing in the glass door watching me. She gave me a big smile when we made eye contact. She looked pretty damn hot in a red dress with spaghetti straps.
….. I wondered how much she could see …it was overcast and lights were on in both rooms
I smiled back and waved. She raised her hands and clapped like she was applauding me. I smiled widely, bent over and pulled off my boxers, stood back up and twirled them around in the air. She laughed and pulled a strap of her dress down off her shoulder.
…. dammit! This fucking neighborhood!
I waved at her and slowly knelt down to the floor, out of sight. Denise was still scrubbing the floor, looking sexy as hell. I got down on my hands and watched her like I imagined Danny had earlier.
“God, you look so fucking hot like that. I can see right up under your shirt. I love the way your tits jiggle back and forth when you scrub the floor.”
She looked back over her shoulder to look at me behind her. She closed her eyes and continued to scrub.
I reached over to the bucket and grabbed the other sponge, and started scrubbing the floor behind her. I bumped the sponge into her foot, and whispered “I’m sorry Denise. I didn’t mean to do that”
Denise didn’t reply, but she moved her ass backwards a bit and her knees moved further apart. She continued to scrub the floor, forward and back… her breasts jiggling in rhythm to her strokes.
I raised the sponge above her and squeezed it a little so it splashed over her ass and down her crotch. I whispered, “oh, I didn’t mean to get you wet Denise, let me get a towel.”
I stood up and walked over to grab a towel. I looked out and the blonde at Danny’s house was standing in front of the closet, her back to me. She had on a white slip and nothing else.
…... this neighborhood is going to kill me
I got back down on my hands and knees and crawled up behind Denise. I dabbed the towel on the wet spots on her shorts, then wiped her legs and up her thighs, and rubbed the towel up a ways under the legs of her shorts. She pushed her ass back against me when my hand brushed against her crotch.
I inched up closer to her and wiped her back with the towel, whispering “You’ve been working so hard, do you mind if I towel off your back?”
“No… that would be nice.”
Brushing the towel lightly on her back, I inched closer to her until my cock touched against her ass. I pushed the towel up her back so it pushed her shirt upwards, and back down again until it hit her shorts. Pushing it up her back again, the towel raised her shirt up to her armpits. Her breasts were now fully exposed and wiggling with each movement.
I ran my hands up and down her bare back, and down her sides until I could feel the soft flesh of the sides of her breasts.
“I’m sorry, Denise, I didn’t mean to do that”, I whispered, “it’s just that… you are so sexy… I’ve been thinking about you a lot… I really like massaging you.”
“That’s okay, I like it… that feels good.” Denise pushed back further with each stroke of her sponge.
I ran my hands over her ass and slid my hand up the left leg of her shorts, running my fingers over her pussy. Denise let out a small moan. I pulled the material to the side and spread her open with my other hand, and pushed my cock against her opening. She was dripping wet and the heat of her lips enveloped the head of my cock. The smell of her sex mixed with the sweat of a long day’s work hung in the air, further raising my arousal.
“Push it in… push it inside me,” Denise rocked against me.
“Are you sure it’s okay? This is kinda dangerous,” I whispered, teasing her with my cock. Denise was panting, “Yes… I want to feel you inside me.” I pulled back and pulled her shorts down off her ass to her knees, and pushed my cock back against her exposed pussy. She was so wet the head slipped inside her without resistance. I pushed against her and my cock slid a little ways further inside her. I spread her ass with both hands and rocked the head of my cock in and out of her, “God you feel so good… I have fantasized about this for so long, Denise.”
She just pushed back against me, “Push it in… push it in further… Fuck Me…”
I whispered, “Fuck me, Danny, push your cock inside me,Danny”.
She pushed harder against me, trying to shove her pussy further onto my cock, “Dammit… fuck me!”
“Fuck me, Danny”, I whispered, squeezing the cheeks of her ass as I held her spread open.
She pushed hard against me and finally said, “God Dammit! Fuck me… Fuck me Danny!”
I pushed my cock into her, rocking back and forth, feeling the walls of her pussy slide further down the shaft with each thrust. “Oh my God, Denise… you feel so good… you’re so tight… fuck!”
I reached around under her and felt her tits, squeezing them and pulling on her nipples. She had dropped the sponge and was pushing against the wall to force her pussy harder into my cock. I started ramming harder and faster into her, pushing her into the corner against the door.
“Yes! Pull my nipples like that! Fuck me harder Danny! You’re gonna make me cum!”
I slammed my cock into her again and again, straightening up to get full penetration. I could now see out the bottom of the window in the kitchen door, and I realized the blonde was watching me, bare-ass naked from the waist up. She could only see my head, but I’m sure it was quite obvious what I was doing.
This pushed me over the edge… The pressure surged violently and I pumped harder and faster into Denise… my eyes locked on the blonde when my cock exploded again and again into Denise’s pussy. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open watching me. She could only see my face, but it was a pornographic image.
Denise started to cum, “Oh Fuck! …now …NOW! Fuuuucckk Meeee Danny!”
I had already cum, but I kept pumping hard into her through the waves of her climax.
I finally collapsed onto Denise’s back. We stayed this way, our exhausted bodies heaving and stuck together until our breathing slowed and we returned to reality.
I pulled my cock out and cum spilled out onto the floor. Still out of breath, I joked, “Well, it looks like the floor needs more cleaning now.” This made Denise laugh, something I rarely heard from her anymore. She fell to her side on the floor and smiled at me, “That was different”, and laughed again. I struggled to my feet and helped her stand, making sure her back was to the window. Looking past her I could see the blonde standing in the sliding glass door, still wearing just her white slip, now covering her breasts with her hands. Upon seeing Denise she moved over and pulled the drapes closed.
I hugged Denise and kissed her, “Thank you… that little role playing was erotic as hell.” She looked down and smiled, looking a little embarrassed. I got a paper towel and cleaned up the floor. “Why don’t you jump in the shower. I’ll run and get your favorite at Taco Bell, and we can relax tonight.”
Denise smiled, “That sounds really good.”
………………………..……later…………..………………………
Later that night, after Denise had gone to bed, I went to the kitchen and poured myself a scotch. The lights were off in the room at Danny’s. I wondered who the blonde was and why I never heard about her. I wondered if she would say anything to Danny.
I went out to the front deck and lit a cigarette. The neighborhood was quiet. The neighbors next door were watching TV in the dark, both wearing robes. The waif’s robe was open and I could see her right breast… or more accurately, her right nipple. She leaned forward and took another hit from their bong. I was not too surprised when I saw a scale on the coffee table. Selling drugs, for sure, and being pretty sloppy about it.
The blue house across the street was dark, except the street side bedroom. Although the blinds were pulled, I could see through the slats well enough to see Stephanie, the blonde. She was walking around in her robe and getting ready for bed. The brunette’s car was gone.
Only the downstairs lights were on at Ron & Debbie’s. I could see Ron on the couch, and Debbie walking around cleaning in the kitchen.
I took a drag on my cigarette and thought about the crazy day. I have never seen this side of Denise, and I found it quite arousing. Our sex life had been drying up the past few months, but tonight was fucking amazing. Her body had always felt great, it was her attitude that had died. Danny somehow awakened her desire, and I liked it.
I took a long draw on my scotch and felt the warm burn further soothe me as it ran down my throat.
Denise's lust for our young friend didn’t make me jealous at all, and I was curious as to why. Maybe because 14-year old Danny wasn’t a threat? She wasn’t going to run away with him… and I was on the verge of calling it quits with her anyway. I wondered where this would lead, however.
I realized one reason I was encouraging Denise to flirt with Danny was to lighten my feelings of guilt for my actions towards Sarah… and Pam and Jodi, for that matter. Hell, I was openly flirting with half the neighborhood. That isn’t a building block for a secure relationship.