Neighbor Asstr

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Neighbor Asstr
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It started out just a few weeks after I moved into my new apartment - working from home, I get the chance to learn a little more about my neighbors than usual. For example, it was only a week or so before I met my next-door neighbor, and learned that she was divorced, and had a 12-year-old daughter, plus two sons, 7 and 3 years old. I'd seen the kids, of course, but was happy learn that the young vixen I'd seen around the complex lived so close - and that her name was Robyn. I knew the girl was young, but I frequently saw her walking around in VERY tight jeans (her ass was a little large for her size, but nice and firm) and snug shirts (snug enough to show that she had orange-size breasts); she had a very pretty face with medium-length dark, curly hair. Even though I knew not to even get close to her, I still couldn't help but think about jumping her sexy little body.

After that first conversation, I'd continue to chat a little with her mother whenever we saw each other outside. One time, she mentioned that Robyn had a report to write, and she needed to do an extra-good job with it so as to bring her grades up a bit. I offered to let Robyn use my computer and word processor, and print the report out on my laser printer - I was pretty much caught up with my work, and wouldn't need to be doing anything while Robyn did her report. Her mother agreed that it was okay with her, and said that when Robyn came home, she'd ask if she wanted to use the computer.

About 6:30 that night, Robyn knocked on my door, and asked if my offer to let her use the computer was still good. I said that it was, invited her in, and got her seated at the computer desk in the living room. I got the computer fired up and the word processor loaded, and showed her the most basic commands, like cut-and-paste. I then told her that I'd be right there in the living room reading a book, and that if she had any problems or questions, not to hesitate to ask me. She agreed, and I left her there while I went over and started back in on my book. After a few minutes, she said that she was thirsty, and asked if I had anything to drink; when I ran down the options, she said she'd like a Coke, so I got her one, and went back to my book. A couple hours later, she'd finished her report, so I showed her how to use the spell checker, and then the grammar checker. When she'd corrected the problems these had found, I showed her how to print out her report, which she did. After she'd gone over the report printout, she asked me a few questions about the computer, then said that she had to get home because the next day was a school day. I said "fine", and shut down the computer as she collected her things, before opening the door for her to leave.

The next day, her mother stopped by for a few minutes to thank me for letting Robyn use the computer. I told her it really wasn't any problem, and that if Robyn needed to do anything like that again, I'd be glad to let her use the computer again, assuming I wasn't too far behind on my schedule. She thanked me, and admitted to me that she'd been a little worried about letting Robyn go inside my apartment alone; but that Robyn had told her what I had done and said, and that she was comfortable with letting Robyn visit me.

A few days later, it was raining (as my grandmother used to say) "like a cow pissing on a flat rock", and I saw that Robyn was soaking wet and sitting outside her apartment door. I stuck my head out, and asked her why she didn't go inside, and was told that she'd forgotten her key, and the apartment manager wasn't in for her to get a spare. I told her that she could come into my apartment to dry off and get warm, if she wanted. She thought about it for a second, and then agreed. When she got inside, I had her wait for a bit just inside the door, while I went and got a large bath towel, which I wrapped around her. I had her take off her wet sneakers and socks, gave her a pair of my athletic socks (which fit her like socks on a chicken), and told her that she could go into the bathroom and use the towels there to dry off and get some of the rain out of her clothing. She seemed a bit hesitant, but I told her that it was okay, that I'd still be in the living room working on the computer - and the bathroom door locked, anyway. She smiled at that, and off she went into the bathroom. After about 15 minutes, she came back out, with her clothes appreciably dryer than before. She also had a couple of towels in one hand, and asked me what she should do with them - I took them from her, and dropped them into the laundry hamper. When I got back into the living room, I noticed that she had some things in her other hand, and when I asked if she wanted to put them somewhere to dry, she blushed furiously - only then did I realize that they were her bra and panties. She was still a bit damp, and just standing there, so I went and got her another towel, laid it on a chair, and told her to go ahead and sit down. Then, I went into the kitchen and started some water for tea. While waiting for the water to boil, I went back in and told her that if she wanted to watch some TV or listen to the stereo, she could, but that she'd have to keep the sound down so I could finish up my work on the computer.

She agreed, and I gave her the remote for the TV; she quickly found some afternoon cartoons which we both watched and laughed at until the tea kettle started whistling. I made us both some tea, brought her a cup, and then took mine over to drink while I finished my work. While I was working, she was very careful to keep the sound down, even muting the TV when commercials came on.

After an hour or so, she came over to see what I was doing; and when she walked up next to me I turned to see what she wanted, and was greeted by the sight of her still-damp shirt clinging to her breasts - and her hard, dark nipples peeking through the material. I instantly started to get hard, and it was a few moments before I was able to tear my eyes away from her chest and look at her face. She obviously noticed where I'd been looking, because she blushed a little and then pushed her chest out a little more - which pulled my eyes right back down! I enjoyed the view for a few seconds, then looked back into her eyes, and asked her "What's goin' on?". She said that she'd just come over to see what I was working on, and try to learn a little bit about what I did on the computer.
I told her that I was a free-lance programmer, and that most of what I did would probably seem pretty boring. She asked me what it was like working for myself, and I told her that it wasn't as much fun as she might think, but that I enjoyed being able to shuffle my schedule around to suit
myself, and not having to answer to a boss anywhere near as often. She
laughed a little bit, and asked if she could watch me as I worked. I said
it was OK with me, but cautioned her against interrupting me. She agreed,
and pulled a chair up so that she could see what I was doing, but not be
in the way. I went back to work, and really never noticed she was there
except for a couple times when she got up to put her teacup in the
kitchen, and when she went to get rid of the tea she'd drank.

An hour or so later, we heard her mother come home, so she thanked
me for letting her get warm and dry off, and I told her it was no problem.
She went back to her apartment, and a few minutes later, her mother came
over to thank me for letting Robyn get in out of the rain. She said that
when she'd seen Robyn wearing only her shirt and carrying her bra and
panties, she'd started to panic a bit, but when Robyn told her where she'd
been and what I'd done (and more importantly, NOT done), she felt better
about it. I told her that it wasn't any problem, and that if I had any
kids in the same situation, I'd trust her to do the same. That seemed to reassure her some more, so she thanked me again, and left.

Over the next few weeks, we had several more rainstorms, and sometimes Robyn would forget her key, and I'd let her in my apartment while she waited for her mother to get home. A couple of times, Robyn would be drenched again, and I'd send her into the bathroom to dry herself off and get some of the water out of her clothes. It seemed that every time I did that, she'd come out of the bathroom, and make it a point to let me see that she wasn't wearing a bra, and how her nipples stuck out from her shirt. I'd look, of course, but never said anything, and didn't try to grab her or touch her in any way. When I was caught up on my project, I'd sit and talk to her, usually explaining different things
about the computer or technology, or answering questions she had about
different things. The things that she'd want to talk about would range
from little-girl-ish to fairly mature woman. Gradually, as she got to
trust me more and more, and understood that I wasn't going to tell her
mother anything she said to me, she'd discuss things with me that were
distinctly personal.

Finally, one afternoon, she had stopped by just to visit, and
while we were talking, she brought up the subject of sex. She'd kind of
hinted around it before, and I'd always respond to her comments or
questions honestly, but politely (not using 'slang' terms for different
things). This time was different though - she told me straight out that
although her mother had told her a little "about the birds and bees - UGH!", she really didn't understand what it was all about. I asked her
what she meant, and she said that she understood the physical part of it
about how babies were made and so on, but didn't really know what to think
about "well, the rest of it - you know!". I asked her if there
was something she was bothered about, or wanted to know, and after a few
seconds of "um" and "uh", she finally came out and told me that one of the
boys at school "he's SOOOOOO cute!" was trying to get her to go out with
him, and be his girlfriend - and that he was pressuring her to have sex
with him. I asked her what about his other girlfriends, and she said that
he'd had several different girlfriends, but that he'd broken up with all
of them. I asked her why he'd broken up with so many girlfriends, and she
said that she didn't really know. I suggested that she find out, and then
decide. She asked me why, and I told her that it sounded to me as though
all he was really after was to have sex with her - that it sounded as
though he was "collecting cherries". She asked what I meant, and I told
her that there were some boys that enjoyed making out with a lot of different girls, and even being the one to have sex with them the first time, but that once they'd gotten a girl in bed, they'd lose interest in her, and go out to find another one. Then, Robyn admitted that she'd heard some rumors that some of the other girls had gone to bed with this boy, too, but that others had refused. So I told her that it might be interesting to find out when he'd broken up with the girls that were rumored to have gone to bed with him. She thought about that for a minute, and said "Yeah - you're right." Then she asked me if

I thought she was wrong for thinking about having sex with the boy. I told her that I only thought it was wrong to have sex with someone because you thought
you HAD to, not because you WANTED to. She asked what I meant, and I simply
said "If you make love or have sex with someone because you think you HAVE
to for some reason, then yes, I think that's bad. Not because sex is bad,
but because the REASONS are bad. If you're doing it because you WANT to,
then enjoy yourself, and be smart enough not to get pregnant." She
admitted that she did want to experience sex, but that she wasn't sure
that she wanted it to be with this particular boy, and that she was also
a little afraid because she'd heard that it would hurt the first time - hurt
a LOT. I told her that if she was the least bit unsure about whether she
wanted to have sex or make love with someone, then it was a pretty good
indication that she probably shouldn't; and that depending on the girl,
the first sexual experience didn't have to hurt at all, and certainly
didn't have to hurt a LOT. She asked me why, and I explained to her that
if the boy and girl were careful and gentle with each other, then the girl
wouldn't be so afraid, and that going slowly and carefully with each other
would mean that the amount of pain would be kept to a minimum. I asked
her if she'd ever gotten shots at the doctor's; she said of course she
had, and asked why. In reply, I asked if all the shots had hurt. She
said "No". I asked her if the shots that she'd heard would hurt
were the ones that seemed to hurt the most, and after she thought about it for a moment, agreed that was so. She thought about it a little more, and said
"I understand - being afraid of something makes it harder to do, and
if you have a chance to think about it, and do it when you're ready, it's easier." I told her that was right, and that seemed to relieve some
of her fears. We chatted a couple more minutes, and then she went back to her
apartment.

A couple days later, it was raining cats and dogs again, and Robyn
came to my apartment again - thoroughly drenched from her trip home from
school. I gave her a towel, and sent her into the bathroom, as usual.
When she came out, she kind of pranced over to me (her tits jiggling under
her T-shirt), and surprised me by handing me her bra and panties, asking
me if I could put them someplace where they'd dry. I looked at her,
raised an eyebrow to let her know I knew she was up to something, and put
her things on a towel rack in the bathroom. When I got back to the living
room, she asked me if I was busy - I wasn't, so I told her so, and sat
down on the couch across from the chair she was in.

She asked me "You remember that boy I told you about before?",
and when I said that I did, the told me that she'd asked some of his former
girlfriends, and found out that he'd broken up with them shortly after
getting them to have sex with him. She also said that he'd broken up with
the girls that had refused to make out or have sex with him when they had
made it clear that they wouldn't do what he wanted. I said "Well,
it sounds like you made a pretty good choice, then", and she blushed
a bit, and said that I had helped by talking to her about what she was thinking
and feeling, and getting it straight in her mind. I told her I was glad
to be able to help, and she said that she was really grateful that I
hadn't told her mother about any of the things that she'd said to me -
she just KNEW that her mother would never understand.

The whole time we were talking, she kept wiggling around in the
chair, and pulling on the hem of her T-shirt, pressing it against her
breasts, and making her nipples show through it even more clearly. I knew
she was up to something, but it still took me by surprise when she blurted
out "Do you think I have nice tits?". I had always been honest with her,
so I didn't figure I could do anything else except to answer her by saying
"Yes, I do.", and teasing her a little, adding "You've shown them to me
through your wet shirts enough!" She giggled a little, and said "I think
they're too small, though. And my nipples are always so HARD! What do
you think?", and pulled her T-shirt even tighter, pressing her breasts
against her chest, making her nipples show even better through the wet
material. I responded by saying "From where I sit, they look just
fine - they're the right size for YOU, and most men think hard nipples are sexy."

With that, she stood up, walked over to me, and said "From where you sit isn't a very good view - ", and pulled her T-shirt completely off
- leaving me with a close-up look at a pair of the smoothest, firmest,
most nicely-shaped tits I'd seen in a LONG time. I started to get hard
(again), and she asked me "Do you like the view now?", and I had to admit
to her that I sure did! She asked me "Do you want to touch them and
play with them?", and I had to tell her "I sure do - but I can get
into a LOT of BIG-TIME trouble for it; hell, I could go to jail just for looking !".

She pouted a bit, and said "I'm not going to tell anybody - I want
you to touch them!". I told her that if her mother ever found out about
what she was doing there with me, she'd never get within a hundred feet of
another boy, and that I'd be put in jail so fast it would be 3 weeks
before I found out where I was. After I said that, she just replied "then
we'd better be careful then, huh?", and moved even closer, so that
her breasts were right in front of me. She leaned over a bit, and swung her
leg over, so that she was sitting on my lap, facing me; then leaned
forward so that her breasts were right in my face, teasing my lips with
her nipples. Right then and there, what little bit of restraint I had
left turned to so much dust, and I gently sucked one of her nipples into
my mouth as I brought my hands up and started caressing and squeezing her
breasts. She moaned deep in her throat, and reached behind me, pulling
my head even closer. As I continued to lick and suck on her nipple, I
gradually moved my hands, so that I was caressing not only her breasts, but her sides and belly and hips, too. By this time, I was as hard as stone, and she had to be able to feel my penis pressing against her crotch - but she didn't move away. After a minute or two, she twisted a little, so that I would repeat what I'd been doing on her other breast; and when I'd given that one equal time, I started switching back and forth between them - first one breast and nipple, then the other, all the while continuing to caress her sides and belly and hips.
As she got more and more aroused, I could start to smell her juices, and she started rubbing her crotch against my erection, making both of us even hornier. Just when I thought I was going to explode, she suddenly pulled away from me, and stood up. She quickly undid her jeans, and pulled them down, leaving me
with a view of her crotch. It was sparsely covered with fine, black hair,
so that it looked like her slit was hiding behind a dark fog - enough to
make things interesting, but not enough to hide the view of her wet, puffy
vaginal lips and erect clitoris. She stood there for a few moments, letting
me look at her, knowing that I was getting even more excited by it, and
she enjoying the fact that I found her so sexy.

Finally, though, she stepped forward again, and dropped to her knees, so that she could reach forward and start to undo my pants. She got as far as unfastening my belt buckle before Good Sense reared it's ugly head, and I grabbed her hands, saying "We can stop here, and now, and there won't be any harm done to either of us". She just smiled at me, pulled her hands away, and continued where she'd left off. In just a few moments, she had my pants unfastened, and the zipper down, and was trying to remove my pants. I stood up, and she quickly pulled my pants down around my ankles, leaving me standing there in my shirt and underwear, my obvious throbbing erection just inches from her face. She leaned forward a bit, and rubbed her face against my erection, sniffing deeply at the wet spot on the front of my underwear from my pre-cum. She raised one hand, and cupped my balls in it while she slid the other hand
under the leg band of my shorts, and used her fingertips to brush through my pubic hair and slowly stroke my erection. After a few moments, she remo
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