Like a Good Neighbor

musicankane

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Jake was dying to get a new computer. His old one was crapping out on him and it was hindering his experience in playing video games with his friends. Not exactly the coolest thing for an eighteen year old to be motivated to do, but he wasn't very popular in school and he didn't care to try to fit in that much. He was a nerd and a nerd he shall be. Sadly his folks couldn't afford to buy him a computer capable of playing the latest games, and the only way he could get the money was to offer to help the neighbors with chores and stuff.

Which was how he met the woman that married Mr. Calloway. Calloway was a middle aged business man who stayed in the neighborhood for some reason when it was clearly obvious he could live better in Beverly Hills or something. Calloway was gone on business trips all the time and apparently wanted to live in a hassle-free area so he could relax when he was not working. Problem was he was always working and always angry at something. Jake figured he should get laid for often, and when he met his wife, he wondered how the hell the guy could be so angry.

She was be far the most stunning woman Jake had ever seen. Young too. Closer to his age easily than Calloway's. When he first knocked on the door and offered to cut the lawn, he was thrilled when she smiled at him and said sure. That became the begining of Jake doing constant work for the Calloways. From lawn mowing to pool cleaning, even vaccuming the house and polishing the wood tables and cabinets. He was paid well, and the views of Mrs. Calloway were easily a big plus.

Mrs. Calloway was much nicer to Jake than her husband and she seemed like a good person, though sometimes Jake wondered if she was lonely at all. Whenever he Jake over to do some work she would often hang around him and chat him up. Not that Jake minded of course, she was super pretty, and Jake found himself wondering what sex was like with her. He had never been with a girl before, hell he never even kissed one or seen one naked in real life (porn didn't count).
 
Patricia Calloway lived a rather dull life. Sure, on the surface it was shiny and clean, but the truth was that she was utterly miserable. She was married to a man who was never at home, leaving her in this large cold box that they called a house. Whenever he was home, he was always stressed and frustrated about work and never really wanted to pay her any attention.

It was a shame, too, since she really did love him, at least at first. She had gone through a bit of an "older male" phase while she was in college. She happened to meet him in a bar one night. Back then, he was charming and funny and so warm. She loved his companionship. She dated him for about a year, and as soon as she finish up her degree, he proposed. Elated, she said yes. Shortly after the wedding, he got a major promotion with his company and jumped at the chance to take it. It paid much more than he had been making before, and he quickly bought the new house and two new cars, one for himself, and one for her.

Patricia was excited for this new life, until she was at a dinner party with him and some of his colleagues. All night she was on his arm and all night he was being congratulated for how "hot and young" his new wife was. By the end of the evening, the hard truth about her status as a trophy wife was obvious. By the end of the year, they rarely had sex, and it was only when he wanted, whether or not she was in the mood.

The day that Jake showed up on her doorstep was the first time she had felt some semblance of happiness in a long time. His awkward pitch to mow her lawn, his cute glasses, and the clearly worn-in Halo shirt were enough to charm her to say yes. She hated doing yard work anyway, and if it brought this little cutie around to brighten her day, why the hell not?

She was never quite sure if he ever noticed how she acted around him. She would always sit outside and watch him whenever he cut the grass and she would purposely put on her smallest bikini and lie on a towel whenever he cleaned the pool. If he ever noticed, he at least didn't make it very obvious.
 
The day before his birthday Jake was emptying out the dishwasher for Patricia and he looked up at her as she sat at her counter sipping a cup of coffee. His eyes found the low cut of her top and took in her cleavage. It was a brief look, but enough for the image to remain in his brain for later. Lately he had been having sexual urges more and more, he figured it was probably because of all the flesh he got to see on this beauty.

Patricia always seemed to wear something unnecessarily revealing from really tiny bikinis and other low cut items. Sometimes he found his nuts tingling uncontrollably while she was near. It made his brain go fuzzy sometimes and he kept picturing her naked.

As he put away the last dish he coughed softly and said, "Just so you know, my birthday is tomorrow, so I wont be over to do the pool like normal. I'm going to zone out on some games tomorrow, and I think I have a dinner with family in the evening." He told her.
 
"Oh, you're birthday, hmm? Well, happy early birthday." She put down her cup next to her and wiped her mouth. Her fingers lingered on her lips while she stared at his ass. "I should probably get you a gift, shouldn't I? For being so helpful around the house and keeping me company while my husband is gone. It really does get lonely around here." She sighed and picked up her mug, taking another sip. "How old are you going to be, anyway?"
 
Jake smiled and shook his head, "You don't have to get me a gift. I am going to be nineteen." He watched her sip her cup softly and he felt himself heat up a little and he tried to swallow it down. He imagined what it would be like to feel her lips on him, to feel her warmth pressed against him. "In fact I almost earned enough money to buy my new computer." He smiled.

He shut the dishwasher and asked, "Anything else you need me to do this morning PAtricia?"
 
"Please, Jake, call me Trish. I've never liked my name. It makes me sound like I'm my husband's age."

She hopped down from the counter and adjusted her skirt. It had ridden up a bit and revealed that she was wearing thigh high stockings. She cleared her throat in an attempt to hide her slight embarrassment. Why should she be embarrassed around him? He was this young timid videogame-playing nerd who she assumed was a virgin since he wasn't constantly trying to get into her panties. But if she was to be honest, she had been fantasizing about taking his virginity lately. It had made her orgasms quite hard. Just thinking about it now was starting to make her wet.

"There's nothing else I need from you, but I like having you around, Jake. Would you mind staying with me for a while? Would you like something to drink?"
 
Jake was sad that his view of her was blocked by the counter from where he was standing. He could tell she had to adjust her skirt though, from the way her hands wiggled down and he wished he could have seen it. "Sorry....Trish. My mom yells at me when I say informal names and it rubs off on me I guess." He explained.

Then he heard her ask him to hang out with her. "You want to hang out....with...me? I guess I could stick around, but I mean, I don't know how entertaining I can be."

Suddenly he felt hot. Realizing that a beautiful woman had just asked him to keep her "company" it occured to him that she might politely be suggesting something else....NO! No that couldn't be it. She was a married woman and he was just a geek. What possible interest in him could she possibly have in that way? Maybe she just wanted to have actual company. Mr. Calloway was never around and it was possible she was just lonely.

"Yeah I could have a drink. Do you have any soda?" He asked, feeling kinda childish asking for a pop.
 
"We only have cokes. Is that okay?"

She took a couple cold cans from the fridge and felt her nipples start to harden. Was it really that hot out that just the air from the fridge made her cold? Or was she in denial that this guy was having an effect on her? It had been so long since she had been properly fucked...

She handed him one of the cans and purposely brushed her fingers against his hand. If she was seriously considering this, she might have to start small. If she was to simply pull him down to the floor and pull his cock out, it might be too much. She did still run the risk of being rejected, so she'd have to test the waters out a bit.

"We have a huge TV with a really comfy couch just down the hall. Would you like to watch a movie with me?"
 
Jake smiled and took the Coke. "Coke is great. I'm not picky when it comes to sodas." He felt tingles shoot up his arm as her fingers brushed over his. He knew it was probably an accident, but her touch was just electrifying to him. It made his nerve endings ignite.

She offered him a movie and he nodded, "Sure a movie sounds fun." He said, wondering if she would sit next to him, or maybe even against him like a date at a theater. Trish wasn't kidding when she said she had a good TV. The 4k HD monster took up damn near the entire wall.

Jake gasped and said, "Jesus, if I knew you had a damn theater I would stop going to the mall to see movies." He moved around the couch and sat in the super soft leather seat. Moaning softly as he sunk into the comfort. "I'm never leaving again." He moaned.
 
"It's excessive, I know," she said when she saw Jake's reaction to the over-sized television. She watched as he sank down into leather cushions and inhaled sharply when he closed his eyes and moaned. She wanted to hear it again, hopefully mixed with her own.

She laughed when he said he'd never leave again. "You do know you're always welcome here, whether or not you're helping with chores or not. You say you're not entertaining, but we're fairly close in age so I think we could find that we have similar interests."

She sat down right next to him, despite the couch being fairly large. She put her arm behind him, reaching for the remote on the table behind them. "It apparently has voice activation, but I just like to use this. It never responds to my voice."

She looked at him and smiled. Was that some red in his cheeks? She found that she really enjoyed being this close to him. "Do you want to watch anything in particular?"
 
Jake blushed a little as she flopped beside him. This close to her, he could smell her sweet perfume, a fruity-flowery scent that just made him feel wonderful. It smelt like her skin would be so incredibly soft, he had to resist reached over and touching her creamy thigh. The skirt had moved up when she sat so the bottoms of her thighs showed and nearly touched him sitting beside him.

He realized she had asked him what he wanted to watch and he shook his head, "Umm...I guess it doesn't really matter. I can watch anything except movies based on Nicolas Sparks novels." He groaned, "Those make me want to gag." He glanced at her and winked. "Besides it kind of makes me jealous. I would love to make out with someone in the rain."
 
She giggled and replied, "I would never watch one of those. I'm pretty sure they're all the same movie, just with different character names and a different terminal illness."

She looked down at her lap and fidgeted a bit. "Making out in the rain, though. That is kinda nice. I did it once, with Mr. Calloway, back when he was actually trying. He was escorting me to my dorm from his car and he suddenly pushed me against the wall and kissed me. It was...really hot."

The fond memory turned sad once she thought about how her husband was now. She rubbed her hand over her face and groaned. "I'm sorry for bringing him up. I miss him. That version of him. I like to think of myself as this strong female who doesn't need a man, but you know, sometimes it would be kinda nice to be all spoiled and loved like one of the chicks in those Sparks films."

She hated how pathetic she sounded right now. She popped open her can of soda and nervously took a sip.
 
Jake listened to her and realized that was why she had invited him to hang out. She was lonely and it made complete sense right? Her husband was out all the damn time, and she was stuck in this house all alone. She probably missed sleeping with him and such and it hurt Jake's heart. He had always wanted a girlfriend, not really for the sex, but rather for the companionship. Someone to snuggle against while they watched movies, someone to hold while he fell asleep. Of course the sex would be a nice bonus.

"That sucks Trish. If it makes you feel any better, I've never had someone to push up against a wall and kiss or ravage or whatever. The girls at school don't really like the nerd thing." He sighed, "Sometimes I fear that I am missing out by not having a girlfriend. Isn't sex supposed to be like unbelievable?" He blushed as he asked. "Sorry I probably shouldn't ask you that kind of thing."
 
"You're telling me that there was never any nerdy girl who wanted a crack at you?" she laughed in disbelief. "Ah, I can believe that, if only because generally we were shy ourselves in high school. Or we clung on to some dumb fantasy where the star football player would want to watch anime with us. I think that's why I started dating older men in the first place. They were much more mature and didn't care as much as things like that."

She turned her whole body toward him, curling up on the couch.

"But Mr. Calloway has sort of...groomed those things away from me. They're not fitting of the good little trophy wife. The young trophy wife that he leaves alone with the cute neighbor boy. Sounds like the plot of some torrid soap opera, doesn't it?"

She leaned forward and nuzzled his hair with her nose, inhaling his scent. She could smell his sweat mixed with some sort of body spray that he must've put on before he came over.
 
Jake smiled, "A bad soap opera or a good por.......n." He winced as he said it. Feeling Trish shift beside him and turning her body toward him. Jake glanced over, realizing that her cleavage was very close to him now. She leaned toward him and shifted his hair a little and he felt his heart begin to race.

Jake wondered why she kept bringing up being a trophy wife. Was she that unhappy being with Mr. Calloway? He realized that she might be wanting of the company of a man in a very sexual way and he was sitting her alone with her. The only man in the room with a stunningly beautiful woman who seemed to be hinting at sex.

Jake swallowed hard and asked, "So umm.....what movie do you want to watch?" His voice cracked nervously.
 
"I'm sorry that I don't have any porn DVDs, if that's what you were hinting at?" she laughed again. "I usually just fantasize about specific people. A barista at the cafe, a particular character on a TV show. That sort of thing. To be quite honest...you've come to mind a few times."

She rested her head on his shoulder and place a hand on his chest.

"It's been so long, Jake. It's been so long since I've been touched by anyone but myself." She lifted her head and whispered into his ear. "Would you fuck me?"
 
Jake blinked as she mentioned that he had crossed her mind when she thought about.....companionship. Her head rested on his shoulder and her palm ran over his chest. His body shivered and he froze as he was unsure what was happening. He knew that she shouldn't be talking to him like this and she damn sure wasn't supposed to be touching him, but he couldn't dare tell her so.

No woman had ever shown any kind of interest in him and he didn't have the strength to turn her down. Then she asked if he would fuck her and he jerked toward her, turning his body to face her which forced him away from her touch.

"Trish!" He cried. "Did you just? I umm....I couldn't do that, I mean that would be a bad idea wouldn't it? Besides I would probably not satisfy you, I don't have the experience in that kind of thing and.....oh jesus. You serious?" He stammered.
 
"I'm dead serious. My husband is gone for weeks at a time and half the time when he comes back home, he just walks past me. If you're concerned about him finding out, I honestly don't think he'd ever even notice."

Her hand traveled down his tight stomach - she could tell that he was tense and nervous - and settled between his legs. She smiled, feeling how tight his pants were against his cock.

"You're like a blank slate. I can teach you what I like and mold you to be like my little toy. If you're worried about not lasting very long at first...I have all night. Did you have any other plans?"
 
Her hand reached out and ran down his stomach, down to his crotch and against his cock. His balls tingled to have her warm hand there and his eyes went down to her clevage briefly. She seemed like the perfect woman for him to try this out with, she wouldn't laugh at him, she wouldn't hate him, she would simply treat him kindly and lead him down a road of sexual adventure and learning.

"Trish...." He sighed, reached down to grab her hand as she held it against his crotch. "I'd love to do this with you." He said softly. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, to have sex with you would be like a dream." He smiled gently.

His hand came up and he gently cupped her cheek, her skin so soft and warm. "I have wanted to touch a girl for a long time. To be able to caress your soft skin, to find out what you feel like inside. To see what you look like with my penis in your mouth." He shivered. "How do we begin?"
 
A faint moan escape her lips when she felt his hand on her cheek. Every little touch made her skin prickle. She swung her leg over and straddle his lap, placing her arms around his neck.

"First off," she said, kissing his forehead, "call it your cock or your dick. Penis is a little bit clinical." She nestled her face into his neck and slowly kissed his skin. She felt her hips act on their own, grinding into his lap. Part of her wanted to prolong the foreplay, but part of her wanted to get him inside of her as quickly as possible. Foreplay could always come later, before the second round.
 
Her weight on his lap was probably one of the best feelings he had ever felt. Just knowing that this beautiful woman was grinding on his lap, rubbing herself against him, was such a turn on. It took no time for his cock to grow rock hard in his pants, especially with her hips rocking on top of him and her lips kissing his neck.

Jake closed his eyes and turned his head toward her neck as well, burying his face in her hair and breathing her in. His heart hammered in his chest overwhelming him. He snaked his hands around her back, running down until he cupped her ass through her skirt. He never touched a girl's ass before and he couldn't resist giving her tight little cheeks a squeeze.

She pressed down on his cock and he groaned. "Wait, wait." He protested as his zipper dug into his skin. "My zipper is gonna cut me."
 
She pressed her pelvis down on his cock when she felt his large hands squeeze her ass. She quickly lifted her hips up when he told her that his zipper was digging into him.

"Can't have you cutting what's mine." She leaned back and unbuttoned his pants, lowering the zipper and pulling out his cock. "I want you in me right now, Jake. I just want to feel you."
 
Jake watched her hands work his pants open. Her fingers expertly digging out his cock and gripping him. Having a woman touching him felt incredible and he throbbed in her grip. She panted about needing him inside of her right away made him look up into her eyes. Slowly he smirked and said, "You have to get naked first. I have never seen a woman naked before, not in person. I want to see you naked and wanting." He teased.

Then he blinked, "Hey shouldn't we get a condom or something? What if I can't pull out in time?"
 
"Teasing and making me wait, huh? You're learning quick." She stood up and unfastened her skirt, letting the fabric drop to the floor. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her red lace bra underneath. She pulled it off and had it join her skirt. She turned around before she took off her panties, bending over to let him get a full view. If this was really his first time seeing a naked woman, she might as well go full out.

She climbed back onto his lap and stroked his hair. "I have an IUD, I haven't had sex in months, and you're a virgin. I can get a condom, if you want, but I'm not concerned. It's up to you, sweetheart."

She took his hands and placed them behind her back. "I want you to unhook my bra."
 
His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her flesh. Though she left the bra on, she did give him a wonderful view of her puffy little slit as she peeled her panties away. A real live vagina right in front of him, about to take his dick into her body. His cock throbbed and he looked up at her in shock as she crawled back onto his lap.

Now his cock pressed against her naked slit and he groaned as she settled on top of him. Her hands pulled his hands around her back to her bra hook so he could spring her breasts free. He snapped the bra open and jerked it down her chest. He heard her talk about her birth control or whatever, but all he cared about was her tits in his face.

His head came forward quickly and he wrapped his lips around her nipple, his mouth taking as much of her creamy mound as he possibly could. Her skin was warm and smooth, she tasted wonderfully as his tongue caressed over her.
 
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