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An Understanding Neighbor

I was saved, after a fashion, when the house next door (a small two-bedroom place that had been vacant for almost a year) was occupied by a young woman. As I listened to the adults around me, I learned that she was Yasmeen Peters, divorced, 26 years old, and shared custody of her 3-year-old son with her ex-husband. That was nice to know, I suppose, but what really mattered to me was that she was a total babe: maybe a couple inches taller than I was, with tawny skin that made me think she was maybe Hispanic, long black hair to the middle of her back, and a body that was miles ahead of the girls my age.

It didn't take a lot of prodding from my folks to convince me to go over and see if there was anything I could help with as she got herself settled in. When I finally worked up the nerve to knock on her door, I was left all but speechless when she opened it — she had a lovely face with absolutely beautiful dark eyes. She was dressed in a man's shirt that she'd tied off just below an ample bust; farther down, she had on a pair of very brief shorts that started at her hips and ended at crotch level on her legs… and molded to her shape REAL good. The legs that extended from them were slender and very nicely curved.

"BED 1" or other identifiers on them, and the signs on the walls of the various rooms, it seemed that just about everything was in the wrong place. What kind of idiot puts a box labeled "KITCHEN" on all four sides in the bathroom?

I carried most of the heavier stuff, though she helped with anything too big or heavy to handle by myself. What with having to move stuff OUT so that we could bring something else IN, it took almost the whole day before she was ready to actually start unpacking. Along the way, I learned that her grandparents had come to the U.S. from Pakistan, and that her parents hadn't been all that happy when she'd married a guy that wasn't of Pakistani descent. I got more than "a little" exercise that day, and it was worth every minute of the time I spent there, for a number of reasons. First, she wasn't wearing a bra (something of a novelty to me), leaving her breasts to sway and jiggle slightly as she moved… a vision that entranced me. Also, all the lifting and carrying got both of us a little sweaty at times; when it happened to her, it made the material of the shirt she had on somewhat transparent — letting me see that she had small dark nipples when the material pulled against her breasts. In addition to that, I was privy to watch when she knelt down or bent over, showing me that she had a small, tight butt that girls MY age would have been proud of. All of that, coupled with how pretty and attractive she was, kept the day from seeming as long as it probably would have otherwise.

With us working outside, we got even hotter and more sweaty than when we'd been moving boxes. Not only did I get to see her nipples showing through her wet T-shirt at times, I actually

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All of the houses in the neighborhood had high fences around them; some were mostly decorative, but there were a few that also provided privacy, as hers did. I was over at her place frequently and long enough that it became habitual for me to simply go through the gate at the side of her house to see if she was already outside (where she liked to spend much of her time reading); if not, I'd knock on the sliding glass door that led into her living room.

Several days before, she'd said that she'd gotten the plans for a simple, easy-to-build grill that she liked, and asked me to check back with her in a couple of days to see if she wanted to build it. As usual, I simply went to her back yard; I didn't see her, and went to knock on the door to her living room. But before I could, I watched as a very naked Yasmeen walked through the living room, heading away from where I was standing. Dumbfounded, I could only watch the swaying of her hips and how her ass moved until she disappeared around a corner. I was still replaying the scene I'd just witnessed in my mind when she came back — still naked, and giving me a damn good look at the front of her.

things that my folks had been able to teach me was to face up to it when I knew I was in trouble, so I went over to one of the lawn chairs she had on her small patio, turned it around so that it was facing the yard, and sat down where she could see me. I didn't have long to wait before I heard the door open behind me.

When Yasmeen sat in another chair, facing me, I know I was blushing furiously when I told her "I… I'm sorry, Yasmeen. I came over to find out if you wanted to do anything about that grill. I was just about to knock when I, um, saw you. I really didn't mean for it to happen, and I'm sorry."

"Excellent. Now that we've got that taken care of, I've decided that I want to go ahead and build that grill. I'll be ordering it today, and they said they could deliver it the day after I ordered it. If you'll come over the day after tomorrow, we can get started on it."

I agreed, and then made sure of what time I should show up — something that made the corners of her mouth twitch again. Greatly relieved that I wasn't going to be in the big-time trouble I'd thought I would, I left — to go home and up to my room so that I could address the issue of the stiff cock I'd gotten from looking at her.

in less time, but both of us wanted it to work right (Yasmeen promised me the first steak from it), and end up looking as good as it did on the front of the instructions. Once we got the hardware in place, it did… maybe even better.

I told my folks about helping with the grill, and what Yasmeen had said; they called her to make sure that it really had been her idea and that I wasn't intruding. They spent a little longer on the phone than I expected, but gave me permission to have supper with her a couple of days later.

I could feel myself blushing a little as I answered "Yeah, I did."

"Better than the girls you know, or the ones in the magazines I expect you've seen?"

I managed to tell her "The girls I know… they aren't as, uh, grown up as you are."

I saw a hint of a grin on her face when she wanted to know "And what about the girls in the magazines? Aren't they even more 'grown up' than I am?"

Wondering where all this was going, I told her "Because I shouldn't have looked at you like that. You didn't know I was there, and it was like I was spying on you, or something."

"So if I did know you were there and was naked anyway, it would be okay?"

Hearing that she knew I'd been looking at her tits, I blushed — even more furiously as I heard her continue "No, don't be embarrassed. I actually felt flattered about it, that you would want to look… particularly after I saw how it affected you — just like it did when you saw me naked."

I was thinking of getting an early start on the life of a hermit when I heard her say "David, I told you that I want you to look at me, and see me naked. I also want you to touch me, and do other things. What I want is for both of us to learn about the other person. You get to find out what girls really look like; after that, we help each other learn about the physical things we can do. I think that both of us have heard about the things that a man and woman can do — to each other, and together — but I know only a very little more than you do, and I want to find out about those things. You'll get to find out what it's like to do those things to a girl, and I get to find out what it's like to have them done to me; I get to find out what it's like to do things to you, and you learn what they're like."

"The only thing that we have to absolutely, positively be careful about is that nobody finds out — ever, from either one of us, in any way whatsoever. I don't doubt that it would make all your friends jealous to know that you even saw, never mind did anything with, a real female… even if you never said who. But if you did that, there's a chance somebody might hear about it and start wondering who it could be. And if someone got that interested, it's entirely possible that they would figure out it was ME. If that happened, then I would be in a whole LOT of trouble — not just maybe going to jail or prison, but I would probably lose any right to spend any time with my son… who I love dearly."

She could see from the expression on my face that I understood, and told me "You might be wondering why I would take the chance of anything like that happening." I was, and listened closely when she said "The day you saw me naked, you didn't run off or do anything else; you just found a place to sit and waited for me. I could tell that you knew something bad had happened, but you were mature enough to stay and face up to your part in it. I think that you're a lot more 'grown up' than a lot of the men that I know, and I think that I can trust you about not saying anything to anyone. Do you think you can do that, too?"

Reluctantly, I admitted that that was probably true. Before I could move, though, Yasmeen told me "I think that we still have enough time to give each other a little gift to celebrate the fine grill that we built."

In response to my look of curiosity, Yasmeen pulled off the loose T-shirt she was wearing — leaving her standing there topless in front of me. To have her so close and exposed to me that way made my entire year; she made my life to that point by telling me "What we are giving each other is that I want to feel your hands on my breasts."

I kept that in mind as I continued my first experience with real, live tits. They were softer than I'd expected, but somehow firm, too; I'd say they felt like I had a large warm marshmallow in each hand. Leaning forward a little, I looked at their peaks; each of her nipples was just a trifle darker than a Hershey bar, roughly a quarter inch in diameter, and stuck out about the same distance — at first. But watching them as I continued to play with her tits, I saw them get a little longer; each was surrounded by a circle the same color as her nipple, and only a little larger in diameter. When I couldn't resist any longer, I gave each of her nipples a brief lick before sucking on it for a few seconds; my meager efforts drew a soft moan from Yasmeen. I raised my head to look at her, and she quickly told me "No, you didn't hurt me — it felt good. But I think we'd better stop now so you can get home."

She must have seen the disappointment on my face, because she added "No, I don't really want to stop, either. But it's what we must do so you can come over here NEXT time. Besides, I'll still have my breasts when you want to do that again!", teasing me.

Then it was on to getting to see her naked, followed by getting my hands on her. My obvious

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It was a couple of hours later that she casually let me know that I was the first person she'd ever let look at her that way, and that my equipment was the first she'd ever really gotten a GOOD look at — that her ex-husband was the only other guy she'd ever been naked with, and everything they did happened fairly quickly, and in the dark. Hearing that left me stunned; it took a couple minutes of us working together before I was able to thank her. I think it caught her off guard when I did, because she turned to look at me in surprise; I don't know what came over me, but I quickly leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek… which I could tell pleased her immensely.

While all of that was going on, Yasmeen invited my folks over a few times to show off the things that I had helped her with — starting with the grill. Mom and Dad were both surprised and impressed with it, and I have to admit to feeling proud when Dad told me "You did real fine work, there, son."

I know that Yasmeen and I were both looking for an opportunity to take things past the point of simply masturbating each other when a particularly kind God, Cthulhu, Great Pumpkin, or whoever smiled down on us.

Shortly before I'd gotten out of school, Dad had been out of town at a trade show. While there, he'd entered a contest sponsored by some big company. Yasmeen and I were between projects when Dad learned that he'd won the grand prize in the contest: a four-day, three-night Caribbean cruise for two. Yeah, two. Even though Dad made a nice salary, I knew that we couldn't really afford to pay for a ticket for ME to tag along; I didn't have a doubt in the world that if two people from our family were going on a cruise like that, it'd be Mom and Dad. I told Yasmeen about the trip, and she immediately saw it as the opportunity we'd been hoping for. She then went on to "bump into" Mom, and in the course of their conversation, the cruise came up. Being a good and understanding neighbor, she "suddenly" got the idea that I could stay with her, instead of being shipped off to one of our not-too-distant relatives. Mom initially objected, but Yasmeen pointed out that it would save the expense of sending me off to the relative's place. She went on to say that there was another project she needed my help with, so having me staying with her meant that she wouldn't have to put it off — I was welcome to sleep on the couch, or bring over a sleeping bag and sack out on the floor. Mom was still uncertain, but Yasmeen assured her that not only wasn't it any trouble, she'd actually welcome my company. With that, Mom gave her tentative approval — subject to my good behavior, and Dad signing off on it.

She waited a moment, then told me "I… I'd like to see what it's like if we use our mouths on each other. I've never done that before, but when I heard about it, I thought that it sounded really sexy and fun. Of course, nobody has ever done anything like use their mouth on me before, either — but I think that it would feel good. REAL good."

I'd heard about that kind of stuff, of course, but never figured it was anything I'd ever be

"How do you want to do it? I can do it to you first, or you can do it to me first, or we can do it together."

I could hear the mix of relief, pleasure, and anticipation in her voice when she answered "I want to do it to you, then you can do that to me. That way, when… when I'm ready, I… I want you inside me."

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When she sat down and turned to face me, I saw how much it meant to her to do that for me — and get the results she'd wanted: I doubt that she could have looked any more pleased and satisfied than she did as she licked her lips to make sure she didn't let any of my semen escape. With a smile that threatened to wrap completely around her head, she told me "I don't have to ask if you liked that — that was the hardest you've ever squirted! And there was so much of it… I like how you taste even more now than I did before…"

Still a little stunned by what I'd just experienced, I managed to tell her "That was incredible; I never thought that someone using their mouth on me could feel anything like that! THANK you!"

again, and the two of us shared an affectionate kiss before she laid on her side next to me. She set an arm on my chest and rested her "top" leg on both of mine before letting her head rest on my shoulder. I got my arm around her, and rested my hand on her waist while softly stroking her skin with my fingertips. I heard her release a happy and contented sigh before she gave me a brief hug. Or is it half a hug if the other person only uses one arm?

I don't know how long the two of us lay there, comfortable and satisfied.

As my body had moved down hers, she'd parted her legs so that I could move between them; when my lips were on her mons, she brought her knees up and parted her thighs as far as she could in invitation for me to do as I wished with her.

After I'd lowered my body to the bed, I was again granted the most intimate view of her — the small dark vee that covered the base of her belly parted by her thick labia. At the top of the cleft, I could see that her clitoris was starting to make an appearance; at the bottom, her vaginal lips had parted enough to display that they were starting to glisten with the overflow of juices from the barely-visible entrance to her womanhood.

Confident that I was getting things right, and with Yasmeen clearly pleased with my efforts, I began to branch out and try other things.

I'd already learned how not to hurt her, so I knew that the "worst" outcome of anything I did was that she simply wouldn't like it; ideally, I'd happen onto something that would excite her even more. Accordingly, I tried just about anything that popped into my head: trying to see if I could get my tongue into her vagina, and if so, how far. As it turned out, I couldn't… but she seemed to like the attempt. I put my mouth over her opening, and made a sincere effort to softly suck her juices out; she didn't object, but I could tell that it didn't do anything for her, either. I tried gently "nibbling" her labia with my lips; that met with only mild success. It was when I shifted my attentions to her clitoris that I knew I'd hit the jackpot — "milking" her clitoris with my lips had her arching her pelvis up in response, as did sucking on her clit as though it was a tiny little nipple. A little experimentation taught me that softly fluttering the tip of my tongue across her clitoris dramatically increased her arousal and the sounds she made. But it was when I tried a slow, gentle, rhythmic pressure against her little bead of flesh that I knew I'd found what I was after: it took only a few seconds of that kind of attention to get her to not just arch herself up, but hold herself that way; and open herself to me even more as she began muttering things between groans of pleasure. Somehow, I knew that what I was doing was going to bring her to an orgasm that would be deeper and more intense than anything else I'd tried.

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Hearing that I hadn't gotten carried away with what I'd been doing, or done anything to upset her, I felt a tremendous sense of relief. Lowering my head again, I lovingly kissed her — and was glad when she kissed me back the same way. After I lifted my head again, she looked up at me with affection as she told me "You did what I wanted you to; and it not only felt better than I thought it would while you were doing it, but you helped me have a climax that was better than anything I've ever experienced before. You make me glad that we're lovers."

We remained like that for several minutes, exchanging tender and affectionate kisses every so often. I delighted in the feeling of her breasts against my chest, in addition to her soft, smooth skin next to mine where we touched.

Smiling, she nodded before answering "Yes, I'd like that!"

In short order, we were in the classic "69" position with her over me. Taking the cheeks of her ass in my hands, I alternated kisses to the insides of her thighs while moving my mouth closer and closer to the damp core of her sex as she slowly stroked my penis. Even as I slid my tongue between the petals of her woman's flower, she took my slowly stiffening penis into her mouth.

Yasmeen had gotten me fully erect (and made sure I stayed that way) before letting my cock slip from between her lips. Knowing what she wanted, I sat up after she got off of me; while she moved to lay down, I shifted so that I was kneeling on the bed. When she was on her back, she spread her legs to make room for me. When I was between them, she looked up at me to make a request: "Please, David… fill me, as only a man can do."

At fourteen, I was all too aware that I wasn't anywhere near the size a grown man would be. When Yasmeen and I had first started getting naked with each other, I'd even been embarrassed about my size. She never said anything to me about it, one way or the other; I had what I had, and that's all there was to it as far as she was concerned. Her calm acceptance of the situation had done wonders to relieve my fears and worries. So when she said what she did about filling her as only a man could, I wasn't worried in the slightest that I'd somehow disappoint her — she believed I could make her happy, so I believed it, too. That was just one of the many gifts I received from being with her.

When she began to lift her hips in welcome to each penetration, I lowered my head so the two of us could kiss and our tongues could dance in each others mouths before arching my back enough that I could suck briefly on each of her dark nipples. Once more, I had to use the different things I'd learned about delaying my pleasure so I could continue to piston in and out of Yasmeen's hot

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Not only did I have my cock buried in the hot and tight wetness of her, the muscles of her vagina began a milking sensation that ran from the base of my penis to the glans. Coupled with everything else that I was experiencing, it was more than enough to trigger my own release. Pressing myself into her as far as I could, my penis began to try to coat her insides with spurt after spurt of my teenage semen in one of the most intense climaxes I've ever experienced.

I can only figure that Yasmeen could feel me erupting inside her, because she released a deep, loud groan immediately after the first deposit, and pressed herself up against me even harder.

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She went on to say "All the things that you've done for me — not just helping me with this house, but us being together like this… you've shown me more care and honest affection than I've had since I was just a little girl. At first, I just liked you… but now, what I feel is more than that. That's why it meant so much to me when I felt so good while I was with you."

Hearing that the feelings I had toward her were returned in full made me feel happy, and to learn what she thought of me gave me a sense of pride. I didn't know what else to say, except to tell her "If I've been that kind of person for you, it's only because you deserve it — and more."

about her. Too, I thought about where our relationship seemed to be going… which got me contemplating my future, and hers.

It was actually several minutes before the bathroom door opened again, and Yasmeen reappeared.

The rest of that summer, Yasmeen and I took advantage of every opportunity to not just get together, but be together, as well: when we had the chance, we fornicated like a couple of newlyweds, but we'd also just sit and hold hands (or each other), enjoying our time together.

We also talked to and with each other. One thing that Yasmeen was adamant about was that when school started again, I should make every effort to meet and spend time with girls my own age. I mostly understood why, but she elaborated the reasons, anyway.

So when school picked up again, I paid attention to the girls. I was pleased to discover that the confidence I'd gained from being with Yasmeen stood me in good stead: I wasn't afraid to talk to the girls, and ask them out — and didn't take it too hard the times I got shot down. The "dates" I went on, I was as attentive and considerate with the girl as I'd be with Yasmeen; and just as gentle and affectionate, if she was agreeable. I never got as far with any of them as I did with Yasmeen, but that was okay… I was careful to never ever "push" them, or fail to be patient and understanding when we got to her limits. I found out later that my attitude and actions resulted in my getting something of a reputation as someone nice to go out with. By the end of the school year, I was surprised to realize that I was as comfortable about going out with girls as I'd been nervous about even talking to them a year earlier.

The summer between middle and high school, there were a different set of reasons for me to be going over to Yasmeen's house — general maintenance. I trimmed trees and shrubs. I took care of the lawn every week. When she decided she wanted to paint all the rooms, I helped with that.

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