Next Door Hater (Love Under Lockdown)

We could just be really good friends who just so happened to have passionately kissed and dry-humped. We didn’t really have alcohol as an excuse, but I was fairly certain such things had happened before, not bringing the relationship to an abrupt end.

“About last night,” Elise said.

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“I’m not. I really liked it.”

“You did?”

“It made me horny,” she said, lowering her volume to a whisper, “I-I touched myself thinking about you.”

Placing a hand on her mostly bare thigh, I slid it up, under the hem of the shirt. She was practically dripping wet. Elise closed her eyes and hummed at my soft touch. She was quite tender, and extremely tight. Almost like a –

“Virgin?”

She nodded, her cheeks turning bright red, and she looked down in what appeared to be shame.

“I want to though, with you, I mean. I want you to be my first. First and only if my mother has her way. She wants me married before anything like that.”

Throwing out the topic of marriage so casually should have gripped me with panic. We weren’t even dating, but the picture it put in my head wasn’t unpleasant. I imagined waking up to Elise like this every day, and I realized I kind of liked the idea.

“Understandable concern,” I agreed.

“It is.”

“Sure. All sorts of potential issues could be avoided. Not to make it sound like sex is some kind of dangerous minefield of potential problems. Still, there are risks to take into account. Plus, our parents basically tried to push us together, so they can’t object too hard, at least to the general idea. I can’t really speak for Sara, but I know for a fact my dad would be relieved.”

“If we had sex?”

“Yep, I think he was starting to worry about me there for a while. To be fair I was pretty cut off. Not showing much obvious interest in life in general. Any sort of normal behavior would likely be a boon to his mind.”

She laughed. “Nice to be helpful.”

“Doesn’t seem like you mind the idea too much,” I said, lightly stroking her tender, young pussy lips and making her gasp.

She reached down and took me by the wrist. I thought she was going to take my hand away but, instead, she guided my finger inside her. Her tight, virgin pussy squeezing me hard. I left it to her how far she could handle it, not even moving until she had released me.

As I worked her sweet little pussy, tighter and warmer than I ever could have imaged, our eyes met in burning passion. We moved together as though by unseen forces and kissed roughly, her moans muffled by my lips as I fingered Elise to her first assisted orgasm.

My pool of experience wasn’t wide, but I still knew what I was doing, taking care not to hurt her, while also going hard enough to give her pleasure. Slipping my finger inside her for a nap wasn’t really going to do much. There had to be at least some friction for things to be fun.

As Elise trembled against me, I couldn’t help but marvel in just how much she’d changed in the last year, her body developing the kind of curves that bring men to their knees. Who would have thought then things would end up where they were?

“Wow,” Elise exhaled, when we finally came up for air.

“Good?”

“Fuck yes.”

“I didn’t hurt you?”

“Not at all, it felt wonderful.”

“Glad to hear it.”

We kissed again, as I gently slipped my fingers from her pussy, sucking them clean, pleasantly surprise at how good she tasted.

“How is it?”

“Delicious.”

We kissed again, the impulse coming as suddenly as a springtime rain. The emotions roiling around us unpredictable as the dark raging sea.

“I should go take a shower, if it’s available,” I said, trying to get things more predictable.

“Oh, sure, be my guest.”

“Thanks.”

“Can I do your back?”

I halted in my progress, given pause by her request. It didn’t look like she was kidding. I could usually tell.

“Serious?”

“Absolutely.”

Finishing off our coffees, just to be polite, Elise took my hand, and we went up to the bathroom as quickly as we could without causing too much ruckus.

It was like an art unveiling, Elise letting me take her T-shirt off for her, revealing her beautiful body, for me to see as much as I wanted. Technically, I knew what she looked like naked, but the first instance had been fleeting and illicit. Bound up in accident and shame, despite the accidental/helpful context.

No such factors marred the pre-shower experience. Elise giving me the knowledge of herself freely, and enthusiastically. It felt only right that I do the same.

My shirt came off first, Elise’s eyes widening noticeably as my six-pack abs came into view.

“Can I?” she asked, as I started unbuckling my belt.

“Of course.”

With shaking fingers, Elise unfastened my soft leather belt, followed but the button-up fly, faltering only slightly.