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  “So,” I said. “You’re the new neighbor, right?”

  “For a little while,” Heather said. “I’m just house-sitting for my parents. Keeping the cats fed, the plants watered, that sort of thing.”

  “Oh yeah? Where did they go?”

  “Vegas.”

  “How long are they going to be gone?”

  “Until Saturday.”

  I nodded my head and tried desperately to maintain my cool. Four more days of this? My excitement was practically overflowing. As was my anxiety level.

  Heather was looking at me, a little smirk played across her face. Whatever she was up to, she was certainly enjoying herself. “So are you going to give me a tour of the house?”

  “I guess. If you want one.”

  “Sure,” she said. “Let’s go.”

  I showed her around the bottom floor; the kitchen, the closet, the guest room, the living room, the dining room. Then we headed upstairs. I pointed out the bathroom, the laundry room, my mom’s room, my mom’s office, and the spare bedroom. Every room in the house. Except one.

  “And this must be your room,” she said.

  I nodded sheepishly.

  “Are you going to show it to me?”

  “If you really want to see it,” I said, stalling for time but really doing nothing but delaying the inevitable. I was going to have to eventually show it to her. The real question was why she wanted so badly to see it. I could think of two reasons, depending on what the purpose of her visit was. One good and one bad. But even the good filled me with trepidation.

  “If you don’t mind.”

  “Not at all,” I said. I took a deep breath and opened the door and walked in. She was right behind me.

  “Here we are,” I said.

  The chair was still set up in the corner and on it were the binoculars. But she didn’t mention them. Instead, she walked straight toward the window, flipped the blinds open and looked down at the spot where she’d spent the last two days tanning.

  “You’ve got a nice view from up here,” she said. Her voice was flat, giving away nothing.

  What kind of game is she playing?

  “It’s pretty cool at certain times of the day,” I said, trying to get a feel for where she was heading without giving too much away.

  “I bet it is,” Heather said, turning towards me. She looked at me for a moment, then laughed and shook her head.

  “What so funny?”

  “Nothing,” she said. “You really don’t know who I am, do you?”

  “Should I?”

  “Not necessarily. I just thought—” she threw up her hands. “Forget it. I’ll just go.”

  “No,” I said a bit more desperately than I intended. “I mean, you don’t have to. I’d like to know what you were thinking.”

  Heather sized me up for a moment. “All right, what the hell. I just figured anyone that would go through the trouble you did to watch me yesterday would have done so because they recognized me, that’s all.”

  “So you did know I was watching,” I said.

  “Of course I knew,” she said. “Why do you think I put on that little show for you?”

  I shrugged. “I guess I wasn’t sure if that was for me or just for the hell of it.”

  “Oh, don’t get me wrong. It was a little of both. But mostly it was for you.”

  My dick was getting hard just listening to her talk and I had to shift slightly to take care of it. She glanced down and gave a little smile. I needed to change the subject, and quickly.

  “So, that means your little visit here today . . .”

  “Was to feel you out more than anything,” she said. “Figure out if what I did yesterday was stupid or not.”

  “Did you come to a conclusion?”

  “Not yet,” she said.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, let’s just say this little visit didn’t go anywhere near the way I planned it to.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because of you.”

  I laughed self-consciously. “What do you mean?”

  “You’re just not what I expected, that’s all.”

  “In a good way or a bad way?”

  “That remains to be seen,” Heather said. She took another step towards me, so that we were within reaching distance of each other. It was all I could do to not take a step back.

  “I’ll tell you what, Mr. Scott Taylor. You take a little time, do a little research on the internet, and figure out who I am. Then, if you feel comfortable enough with it, come on over later today and we can hang out for a while. I’ve got a few days to kill and I wouldn’t mind killing them with someone else. And if not, that’s okay too. I’m sure I can find someone in this town who wouldn’t mind hanging out with me.”

  She walked up to me and past me and out the door of my room. I turned to watch her go, my eyes locked on her tight, tiny ass, which was framed perfectly by the little shorts she had on.

  “Don’t worry,” she said over her shoulder as she headed down the hall. “I’ll show myself out.”

  I started booting up my computer before she’d even made it all the way down the stairs and was online before she’d had a chance to close the door behind her.

  Just as the door closed I brought up Google, clicked images, and typed in Heather Phillips.

  Half a second to load and then the pictures came up.

  “Holy shit,” I said aloud.

  I was hoping for a glimpse of who she might be but I got much more than that. I had hit the jackpot.

  There were thousands of pictures of her. As well there should be. After all, I was looking on the internet. And what’s by far the most popular worldwide use for the internet? That’s right. Porn.

  Heather Phillips was a pornstar.

  Needless to say I came to a decision pretty quickly.

  #

  Forty-five minutes later I was going in through Heather’s back door. Well, actually, I was going through the back door of the neighbors house to see her. (Going in through her backdoor would come later. Hopefully.)

  Anyways, after perusing through her pictures and watching some video footage of her in action (I just couldn’t help myself) I jumped into the shower and put on some clean clothes. I debated how to approach her house and decided to leave by my back door and go to her back door. Perhaps I was being paranoid, but I figured there was no reason to allow one of the other neighbors to see me on her front porch.

  I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and glanced inside. I could see the back of her head. She was sitting on the couch, watching television. Pushing all my doubts aside, I rapped on the sliding glass door. She glanced back, saw me, stood up, and walked back to let me in. Her smile said that she had been expecting me.

  “That didn’t take very long,” Heather said as she opened the sliding glass door.

  “It’s not like it was a real tough decision,” I said as I stepped into the house. She closed and locked the door behind me, then pulled the blinds across, blocking the view from outside.

  “For some people it would be,” she said. “You know, morals and all that bullshit.”

  “Yeah, well sometimes you just have to say: ‘what the fuck.’”

  Heather laughed. “I see that you’ve loosened up a bit since our last meeting.”

  “Yeah, sorry about that,” I said. “You caught me a little off-guard earlier.”

  “Not a problem,” she said. “In fact, that was kind of the idea. No better way to get a feel for someone than to hit them when they’re least expecting it.”

  “Well you certainly did that.”

  She smiled and took my hand and started leading me towards the stairs. My heart started pounding and my throat went suddenly dry and my breath caught in my chest. Whatever fake confidence I had been able to muster on my way over here was quickly disappearing. This was no longer just something I’d played through my head. It was actually happening. I tried not to think about it and just enjoy the moment.
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  “Although I must admit, I wasn’t sure if you were going to come over,” she said, looking back at me over her left shoulder.

  “Really?”

  She nodded. “Which is strange, because it’s usually pretty obvious. One way or the other, I can generally tell right away what the choice is going to be. But with you, I wasn’t sure.”

  We were now at the stairs. Still holding my hand, she led me up them. I was finally finding it easier to breathe but my heart was still hammering away. My dick was already rock hard from just looking and listening to her talk, let alone anticipating what was coming next.

  “Is that a good thing?” I said.

  “It’s a very good thing,” she said, flashing me a smile. “Uncertainty is what gets me up in the morning.”

  “Then I hope I can keep surprising you.”

  She smiled. “Oh, something tells me that won’t be a problem.”

  We had reached the top of the stairs. But still she led me on. Down the hall, past a couple of doors, and into an open room. A giant flatscreen TV was on the wall. A killer stereo system beneath it. A wet bar in the corner. A couch, a couple of loveseats, a recliner. I took it all in with a single glance, as if I was looking at a catalog. I think it was just my mind trying to make sense out of an unfamiliar situation by grasping onto the familiar.

  We stopped in front of the couch. She turned and grabbed my other hand and we stood there, face-to-face, looking at each other. She was a few inches shorter than me but her presence was so overwhelming that it felt like she was towering over me. There was no doubt who was in control of the situation.

  “This is your final chance to back out,” Heather said. “Once we get started there’s no turning back.”

  “I’m all in,” I said.

  She tilted her head slightly, raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

  “Positive.”

  “Then just sit down and relax and let me do what I do best,” Heather said.

  She gave me a little push and I dropped down onto the couch. She pushed my knees apart and stepped in between them. Then she turned around so her back was to me and started to tease her shorts off, going slowly, revealing her perfect ass inch by inch. Once her ass was clear, she bent over at the waist, keeping her legs perfectly straight, and slid her shorts the rest of the way off then stepping out of them, leaving only her little black panties on her bottom half. She rose back up slowly, taunting me with the inner workings of her leg muscles. Once fully upright again, she peeked over her shoulder and flashed a nasty little smile.

  “You like what you see so far?” she said, clearly playing with me and clearly enjoying it.

  I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

  She laughed and stepped back towards me, then dropped her ass onto my lap and began to gently rub it on my rock-hard cock, which was trapped beneath my jeans and pushing up painfully.

  I stifled a groan and forced myself to calm down. The last thing I wanted to do was cream my pants before we’d even got started. That wouldn’t do. Not at all.

  Heather seemed to sense how close I was already and relaxed on the pressure a bit. I put my hands up her waist but she pushed them away.

  “Hands to yourself,” she said. “For now, at least.”

  I dropped my hands to the side and took a deep breath. Heather slid off my waist and down to the floor. Then she turned around and ran her hands up my legs and leaned forward and started to lick my cock through my jeans. Her right hand joined the party and started rubbing my balls through the material.

  This time I couldn’t stifle my groan. It came low, almost pleading, causing her smile to grow even wider.

  “You like that too, huh?” she said.

  “Yeah,” I managed to croak out.

  She lifted her arms over her head and slipped out of her shirt. She grabbed one of her tits and played with it for a bit, squeezing the nipple and giving it a playful little slap. “What about these? You like these too?”

  “Yeah,” I said, my voice cracking slightly.

  “You want to suck on them?”

  I went back to nodding.

  She laughed and climbed up onto my waist, straddling me. She leaned forward and stuck her tits in my face, bounced them around my head a couple times, then guided one of her nipples into my mouth. I sucked at it like a baby at breast.

  “That’s right,” Heather said. “Just like that.” She put her hands on the back of my head and pushed it further into her chest. Then she started to grind on my cock.

  I switched breasts and went to work on her other nipple, working it more aggressively to hopefully counteract the effects of her grinding. But it didn’t work. The harder I went at her tit the harder she grinded on me.

  She pulled her tit out of my mouth and leaned in and kissed me, aggressively driving her tongue down into my mouth. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and threw her head back and started to grind even harder.

  I started breathing more heavily, trying to keep myself in check. But I needed something to do. So I grabbed her tits and gave them a squeeze. This time she didn’t say anything about keeping my hands to myself so I stayed at it, massaging them and fondling them and playing with her hard nipples. Her tits took my mind of the quickening of my impending orgasm but not for long. I was ratcheting ever closer to cumming and there was nothing I could do about it.

  And then Heather was sliding down between my legs again, smiling wryly as she slowly undid my button fly jeans, freeing my cock from the denim prison where it had been trapped. It was standing at attention, as hard as it’s ever been. Even though we’d hardly even done anything yet, I was right at the point of exploding.

  She gripped the base of my cock in her hand and ran up tongue up the underside of it, from the base to the tip. Then, with her eyes firmly locked onto mine, she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. I let out a soft moan and it was all I could do to keep from cumming. She sucked on the head of my cock while caressing my shaft with her hand, taking things slow and gentle, presumably to make me last longer. But it didn’t matter. I was way too worked up already. My body was tense and inarticulate sounds were unconsciously coming from my mouth. Another ten seconds of this and I’d be done for sure.

  She seemed to sense that I was on the verge. But instead of letting up to give me a chance to recover, she increased the pressure, her hand jerking me off with more force and her mouth going further down my cock.

  I tried desperately to hold back; I didn’t want things to end too soon. But she was having no part of it, increasing the speed and intensity even further.

  I had no chance. My body tensed up and I sucked air in through my gritted teeth.

  Heather pulled my cock out of her mouth but was still jerking me off as my body released with a series of bucking spasms, sending streams of white cum up into her chest, the hollow of her neck, the bottom of her chin. She teased every last bit of cum from my cock then licked the tip, eliciting one last shudder out of me.

  I was flooded with embarrassment. Here I was, with the opportunity of a lifetime, and I could barely even handle a couple minutes of a lap dance and a few seconds of a blowjob before shooting my load. What a tool.

  “Sorry,” I said, followed by a depreciating half-chuckle.

  “For what?” she said, sounding genuinely concerned.

  “For . . . you know . . . finishing up so quickly.”

  “Don’t sweat it,” she said.

  “You mean you’re not pissed?”

  “What for?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I just thought . . . I mean, I should have done better.” I know it sounded lame but that’s how I felt.

  “You did fine,” she said. “Better than most, actually.”

  “Yeah right,” I said.

  “I’m serious,” Heather said. “Most men in your situation are done before I even have a chance to unzip their fly. I tend to have that effect on men. It’s not a big deal. Really.”

  “But I didn’t even
have a chance to . . .” I trailed off, unable to spit it out. But she knew what I was thinking.

  “To fuck me?” Heather said.

  I nodded.

  “Don’t worry, you’ll have your chance pretty soon.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “This is just the beginning,” she said. “Now that round one is out of the way, we can have some real fun.”

  “You did that on purpose?”

  “Of course,” Heather said with a smile. She climbed to her feet and grabbed my hand. “So, are you ready for round two?”

  “Not yet,” I said as I stumbled clumsily to my feet. My head was still spinning and I had a goofy smile on my face. This was shaping up to be even better than I had imagined. “But I will be soon.”

  “Then let’s get started.”

  #

  The second session started in the shower. We took a couple minutes to clean up and then were at it again. It started with making out and rubbing up against each other, the hot water pounding on us acting as a natural lubricant, adding a slippery new sensation to an already incredible feeling.

  The making out evolved into touching, then groping, then heavy petting, Heather jerking my once-again hard cock while my hand ventured down to her vagina and started rubbing her clit, our lips still locked together all the while.

  She dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. With her hands gripping my ass and the water from the shower hitting the top of her head, she slowly worked my cock using just her mouth, maintaining eye contact the whole time, while I used the walls of the shower to balance myself.

  After blowing me for a couple minutes, Heather stood up and turned off the water. We quickly dried off and then starting going at it again, Heather took charge—a common theme on this day—backing me up towards the adjacent bedroom while we made out.

  When we came to the bed and fell on top of it together. Before I could even get comfortable, she was pushing my back to the bed and climbing on top of me, her legs astride my waist, her hand around my cock and guiding it into her dripping wet snatch. So much for taking it slow this time around.

  Heather shifted her legs so she was squatting over me, her feet on the bed. She put her hands on my chest for leverage and slowly worked my cock into her pussy, expertly moving her body so that every time she dropped down on my cock it went a little bit deeper inside her. It wasn’t long before my cock had completely disappeared every time she got the bottom. She started to increase the intensity of her gyrations until she was slamming her ass down harder into me.