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Like A Good Neighbor: Part 3

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Like A Good Neighbor: Part 3
The sleepover

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“Oh my God, Riza,” I moaned.

“What! What’s wrong,” she freaked.

"Nothing. Nothing at all. You taste absolutely amazing. So much so,

I’m making another rule. Your pussy will be my dessert every
night.”

“Really?”, she said, blushing a light shade of pink.

“Oh yeah. I’m serious, I’ve never tasted a woman as sweet

as you. I am in pure bliss right now,” I said as I brought up my fingers
and spread her vulva apart.

As her vulva split, and I pulled back her clitoral hood, a swollen pink bean

appeared in front of me. I leaned in and kissed her bare exposed clit and heard
Riza gasp as her whole body jerked. I kissed it again and she moaned loudly. My
tongue slid across it and her fingers gripped my hair as she moaned again. I
placed my lips around her clit, and sucked a little, before flicking her pink
bean with my tongue. Her hands tugged at my hair as I felt her thighs press
into my cheeks. I finally stopped teasing her and flicked my tongue across her
clit rapidly. She moaned with each breath as I relentlessly worked my tongue
and mouth on her clit. I felt her legs shake and her body quiver as her sweet
moans turned into screams of pleasure. Her legs locked around my head as her
hips began to heave up and down, but I stayed glued to her clit, determined to
make her orgasm. I hummed and she screamed out, hands leaving my head to claw
at the bedsheets for some kind of purchase to stabilize her to the earth. Her
thighs squeezed my head as her heels pushed into my upper back. I look up and
watch as she arches her back and the look of pure ecstasy takes her over. After
a few moments, she lets out a quivering breath and comes back down to earth.

“Holy, fuck, Kurt,” she said between breaths, “Please

promise to do that every night.

"I promise, baby. It’d be my pleasure,” I tell her as I

climb on top of her on the bed.

I lean in close to her, careful not to rest my weight on top of her, but I

hold her as close to me as I can. My hand holds the back of her neck while my
other hand grips her thigh as her legs wrap around my waist.

“You ready,” I whisper in her ear as my tip presses against her

opening.

Her hands reach up and rest on the back of my head, and she nods permission.

Gently, I push forward with my hips and slip inside of her. She closes her eyes
and lets out a breathy moan as I start to fill her. When she opens her eyes
again, I am staring directly into her eyes as I make long, slow thrusts in and
out of her. With each thrust into her, she gasps and squeezes the back of my
head with her hands. I dare not look away, as I am entranced by her green eyes
as I make love to Riza for the first time. Quietly she mouths ‘I love you
so much’ as she brushes my cheek with her thumb. I mouth 'I love you
more’, and press my lips to her before she can respond. She begins to
moan into my mouth, and I speed up my thrust a little to bring her to climax
again. Her moans become constant as her hands grip my back and fingers claw at
my ribs. I feel her walls tighten around me as she nears climax.

My climax starts to heighten as she grips my cock tighter inside of her and

I squeeze her tighter to me. As she begins to orgasm again, her nails dig into
my side and she screams into my mouth. I don’t fight my urge to cum this
time and welcome my climax. As we climax together, our bodies tangled together,
a flash of lightning illuminates the bedroom and thunder crashes as I release
my seed inside of Riza. Thunder continues to roll as I bury myself deep inside
of her and fill her with my seed. Riza gyrates her hips, squeezing every last
drop I have to offer inside of her. My legs and arms give out and I collapse on
top of her. Softly, we kiss, as my cock softly twitches inside of her, long
after my climax subsides.

I roll to my side, exhausted, and look over at her. Her green eyes look upon

me with wonder and love as I reach across the bed and pull her to me. She
places her head on my chest and her arm across my stomach. We tangle our legs
together as I pull the comforter over top of us. As I close my eyes, I realize
that when I wake up in the morning, Riza will be there, and my wish will have
finally come true.

I awoke slowly, consciousness replacing the grogginess of my slumber at a

snail’s pace. I didn’t want to open my eyes for the fear that last
night could have been just a dream. I didn’t want to open my eyes because
the warmth of the bed was so inviting, and the soft sheets and comforter hugged
my body like a glove. I took in a deep breath through my nose and smelled him
on the pillow, with a faint hint of freshly brewed coffee. Greedily, I pushed
my face deeper into the pillow, his scent intoxicating me as I breathed him in.
The scent of him made my mind flashback to last night, the way he held me as we
made love, the look of pure, unadulterated love in his eyes as he filled me
with his seed. As I rolled over under the sheets, I could feel soreness in my
lady parts, but also the residual wetness of his seed still inside of me.
Finally, with much reluctance, I stretched my arms and legs out and enjoyed the
feeling as sleepy muscles woke up.

I opened my eyes and looked over to an empty bed. Longingly, I ran my hand

over the wrinkles in the sheets where he had laid last night, holding me and
tugging my hair until I drifted off to sleep. Slipping my feet out from under
the covers, I put my feet on the floor and gathered the willpower to rise from
the bed. My legs protested as my weight shifted to them as I pushed myself off
the bed. The carpet was soft and pleasant on my feet as I shuffled towards the
bedroom door. I could hear the soft tune of music playing when I reached the
steps and smelled the scent of freshly brewed coffee and bacon cooking. When I
reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner into the kitchen, I
almost died due to an overload of cuteness.

Kurt, dressed in a black pair of slacks, a grey long sleeve button-up,

polished leather shoes, and an untied blue tie draped around his neck, was
dancing and swaying to the tune of Love of a Lifetime by Firehouse. Eggs,
bacon, and bagels were cooking as steam seeped from a fresh pot of coffee. I
leaned against the fridge, completely naked from my head to my toes, and just
enjoyed watching Kurt being Kurt. It was adorable and it made me love him even
more for it. I must have stood there leaning against the fridge for a good two
minutes before he noticed me. A soon as he did, I expected him to be
embarrassed and stop, but instead, he started swaying and vibing to the music
as he approached me. Lip syncing to the lyrics, he reached for my hand and
slipped his other hand behind the small of my back, and danced with me through
the final chorus of the song. As the song ended, he spun me around, and then
dipped me, kissing me long, and passionately. I was as giddy as a schoolgirl at
her first dance, and on the verge of bursting with love for him.

"Morning my love,” he said as he lifted me back up, his hips

still swaying to the fading music, “Hungry? I made you breakfast.”

“It smells so good,” I said as I looked at the plate filled with

scrambled eggs, strips of bacon, and plain bagels with cream cheese,
“Kurt, baby, you didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to,” he said as he took a big bite out of his bagel,

“It’s our first morning together and I wanted to make it special.”

“Well, you certainly did that,” I said as I took a mug from

above the coffee maker and filled it with the freshly brewed goodness.

A strong hand slapped and squeezed my ass as I leaned over to grab a coffee

creamer from the fridge, and I jumped in surprise. I hadn’t been awake
ten minutes and my pussy was already craving more of Kurt.

“Hey now, don’t be starting anything you can’t finish

before work,” I teased.

“Says the naked and exotically beautiful Goddess bent over in front of

me!” he quipped, “Seriously, do you have clothes to change
into?”

“Nope,” I said as I peered over the top of the mug before taking

a sip of the coffee.

I noticed Kurt was already stiff as the bugle in his pants became quite

obvious.

“Why didn’t you bring some clothes with you?”

Setting the mug of coffee on the counter, I sauntered over to him, grabbed

his cock, and squeezed softly, “I didn’t think I would need them. I
wanted you to have easy access whenever you wanted it. Clothes get in the way
of that.”

Kurt placed his hands on the counter and moaned softly as I slowly and

gently stroked his hard cock through his pants. I could feel his cock twitch
with excitement in my palm.

“Riza, damn that feels good,” he moaned into my ear.

I took my hand off his cock, buttoned his top button, and tied his tie for

him. Forcefully, I pulled on the tie and brought his face to mine as I kissed
him aggressively while stroking his cock some more.

“I’ll make it feel even better when you get home,” I

teased.

“About that, I think I might have to call in today,” he said as

he started to make fake coughing sounds, “Sorry boss, I think I came down
with something and won’t be able to make it in today.”

I giggled and turned around, grinding my bare ass on his hard cock through

his pants. I could feel the firmness and heat of his erection between my ass
cheeks as he placed a hand on my belly, and gently around my neck.

"That's a shame," I said as I turned my head up to look at him,

"I can't tease you with naughty, sexy photos and sexts if you don't go to work."

He let out a disappointed and protracted sigh, "Fine, you drive a hard

bargain, Baby. I'll go to work, but I'm going to complain the whole time."

"Have fun! Love you!" I told him as I stood on my tiptoes to kiss

him, slapping him on the ass to hurry him out the door before he was late.

"Love you too. And for goodness sake, at least put on one of my shirts

or something so you don't freeze to death. My air conditioner is practically
brand new and works better than you'd expect," Kurt said before he stepped
into the garage.

I sat on a barstool and smiled as I enjoyed the breakfast Kurt had prepared

for me as I heard the garage door opener hum. I desperately wanted to run to
the windows and wave goodbye to him, but I was scared one of the neighbors
would see. All it would take is old Mrs. Ruckers walking her dogs like she did
every morning, and a simple glance to see me naked and in another man's house
to ruin everything. I finished my breakfast and gulped down the rest of my
coffee. I took a moment to wash the dishes from breakfast. No sooner did I step
away from the sink, the air conditioner kicked on and blasted me with a rush of
cold air. Goosebumps instantly pricked up on my skin and I had second thoughts
about remaining naked the whole time I was at Kurt's. I headed upstairs and
opened his closet. There was a plethora of button-up shirts, some cotton, some
polyester, and even some silk. I selected a white silk shirt and laid it on the
bed. I shivered as the AC started to chill me to my core. A hot shower was in
order.

Walking into Kurt's bathroom, I was surprised by how clean it was.

Everything was organized, neat, and in its place. I turned on the water to the
shower and snapped a few pictures in the mirror for Kurt to enjoy later while I
waited for the water to heat up. This morning in the kitchen had me incredibly
horny and I looked down as I felt a mix of Kurt's cum and my juices start to
drip down my thigh. On a whim, I took the phone in the shower with me, propping
it up in the corner of the shower. I took my time showering, enjoying the hot,
steamy water as it warmed me up. Once I was all cleaned up, I pulled up the
camera and hit record. My pussy ached terribly, partly because I was still sore
from last night, and partly because I was craving Kurt's cock again. I had to
settle for my fingers as I played with myself, recording the whole thing for
Kurt to enjoy. For several minutes I let my fingers delve in and out of my
pussy and asshole, shamelessly moaning and screaming out in pleasure without impunity.
Finally, I got myself off, and the ache in my pussy subsided... for now.

I brought the phone up to my face and blew a kiss, "Miss you baby. Have

a good day at work."

Stepping out of the shower, I dried off and slipped on the silk button-up.

Looking in the mirror, my nipples pressed against the fabric and you could make
out my dark areolas through the fabric. I left the shirt unbuttoned, letting it
expose one of my breasts, and I posed on the bed for a few photos. I got a
little carried away with the photos and even took a few of me grinding my pussy
on his pillow. Unintentionally, I found myself enjoying the feeling so much I
ended up grinding his pillow to climax. Satisfied with my work, I selected the
video and my favorite of the pictures and clicked send. Despite the cup of
coffee, I had that morning, I all of the sudden felt exhausted. Time for a nap.

Six hours later I woke up and glanced at the alarm clock on Kurt's

nightstand. It was already three in the afternoon. I honestly can't remember the
last time I napped that long, and I climbed out of the bed feeling rejuvenated
and rested for the first time in a while. *A girl could get used to this,* I
thought to myself. I decided to head downstairs and explore a little. Like the
bathroom, Kurt kept a clean and organized house. Even the silverware was
stacked neatly in the kitchen drawers. Cast iron pans draped from the walls as
decoration, and practical storage. My phone dinged and I pulled it up,
realizing it was a Kurt. Apparently, he had spent most of the morning in a
meeting and returned to his office to a wonderful and joyous surprise on his
phone. He apologized for being out of touch and told me he can't wait to get
home tonight.

I sat at Kurt's computer and turned it on. It was a basic computer, and

there were a few older-looking games on it, including a space pinball game I
grew up playing. Then a naughty thought filled my head, and I pulled up his
search history. Intermittently throughout his search history, there were
PornHub entries every couple of days or so.

"Okay Baby, let's see what you're into when no one is looking," I

said out loud to myself.

As I clicked on the first video and watched and listened as a small Asian

woman like myself filled the screen. The guy in the video was pulling her
ponytail and ramming her hard and fast. I watched in amazement as her body
shook from the forces of his thrusts. The last-minute of the video was the guy
planting a deep creampie inside of her small frame, and recording the cum
leaking out of her. I checked the other videos and it was more of the same,
small, petite Asian heritage women like myself, getting fucked and filled with
cum. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Kurt had a type. Knowing that he was
fantasizing about me for years, it was downright flattering to know that even
when he wasn't fantasizing about me, he was watching porn with women like me to
get off. Then I found a search history of pages from Reddit. Some of them were
silly animal videos, historical videos, and goofy pictures. And then I found
something that wasn't. Apparently, Kurt was something of a writer and wrote
erotic stories of his fantasies about me, in vivid detail. So vivid, my pussy
was growing wet and starting to ache again as I read through them. By the time
I read through his fifth story, I was playing with myself again and looked down
to see a puddle of my juices soaking his computer chair.

I jumped as the garage door opener came to life. I glanced at my phone and

freaked for a moment as I realized it was already 5:30 pm. Two hours had gone
by in the blink of an eye. Quickly I unbuttoned my shirt and closed out of his
search history. I rushed to the garage door and leaned against the wall, in the
sexiest pose I could think of in the heat of the moment. As the door swung open
and Kurt stepped through, a huge smile stretched across his face.

"Damn you're gorgeous," he gushed, "Missed you today."

"I missed you too, now come kiss me already," I begged.

His warm hands slid along my hips as he leaned down to kiss me. I instinctually

wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt his hands glide along my waist to the
small of my back, down to my buttocks. Embarrassingly, I squeaked as his strong
hands gripped my ass cheeks and he lifted me up the wall, pinning me between
him and the wall as his lips pressed deeper into mine and I lost myself in the
passion of the moment. My hands felt up and down his body as my heart pounded
and my breath caught in my chest. I've never been kissed with this much passion
before, not even by Ronny, and I realized my toes were curled up in the
pleasure of the moment when we finally separated to get some air.

"Wow, you really missed me," I said breathlessly as my lungs

burned from lack of oxygen, and my pussy burned from lack of cock.

"You have no idea. I got practically nothing done at work today because

I couldn't put my phone down," he said as his voice quivered while he
gently lowered me to the floor. "Three times I had to fight back the urge
to go to the bathroom and run one out, just to get me through the day."

I said nothing and smiled at him.

"So Babe, what do you want for dinner?" he asked as he held my

hand and escorted me to the bedroom to change out of his work clothes.

I watched him strip down, putting his clothes into the hamper, and

practically started drooling at the sight of his soft cock, "I don't know,
you are looking pretty tasty right now."

He laughed and slipped on a pair of grey sweat pants, no underwear, "As

great of a source of protein that might be, it's hardly filling."

"My throat and pussy beg to differ."

An amused chuckle bellowed from his belly as he took my hand in his, "I

hear ya Riza, but I am starving. Tell me what you want to eat, and I'll make it
happen."

I thought about it for several moments. I was hungry for his cock, hungry

for his cum, hungry for his touch and his love. All I wanted right now was his
strong arms wrapped around me as he ravaged my insides and to feel his hot cum
filling my womb again. If only there was a way to get what I wanted, without
having to wait for him to cook. I snapped my head up and looked at Kurt with a
moment of realization.

"A large meat lover's stuffed crust pizza and breadsticks," I

blurted out.

"Pizza? I was thinking something fancier, but if that's what my Goddess

demands, then that I shall give her what she desires," he said as he
pulled out his phone and opened the Pizza Hut app on his phone.

What is wrong with me? What about Kurt has me so, uncontrollably horny? I

wanted to come over here and spend quality, uninterrupted time with the man I
love, but all I can think about is his cock and taking another load of his cum
inside of me. It's like my body is having withdrawals and his cum is the drug I
get high on. I mean, I'm not even this desperate for cock when I'm ovulating.
Geeze, what if he thinks I'm just some sexed crazed slut? Not that he's
complaining or anything, but still...

After ordering the pizza we headed back downstairs. Kurt handed me the

remote, laid on his side on the couch with his back to the cushions, and patted
the space next to him. My heart fluttered with joy as I laid next to him, and
his strong arms pulled me into him, tucking my curves into his as I just melted
into him. He tucked us in tight with the blanket that laid on the back of the
couch and kissed the back of my neck as he snuggled in tighter to me.

"What are we watching tonight?" he asked with a legitimate

interest.

"So," I began, "Something you should know about me before we

get too far into this."

"Oh no, please tell me you aren't one of those reality TV types of

women. You know, Jersey Shores, Real Housewives, stuff like that."

I laughed at his implication, "God no! But, I am a sucker for zombie

flicks and shows. iZombie, The Walking Dead, Z-Nation, along those lines."

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