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The Next Door Neighbour
Date: 8/9/2015, Categories: MILF, Author: Just_A_Guy_You_Know, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories
forward and kissed me softly, first on the forehead, and then on the mouth. "That was good, Justin," she said. "I love the feeling of a young guy cumming inside me." "I'm sorry," I apologized. "What for?" "I didn't make you cum, too." In the videos I'd seen, women always had multiple orgasms with their partners. She hadn't had a single one. Brenda just laughed. "That's okay Justin," she said. "You did just fine for your first time, and all. Besides, I like knowing I can get a young guy like you turned on so much he just has to blow his load, eh. Maybe next time we can focus on making me cum, and all. Would you like that?" "I would," I said, nodding vigorously. I hadn't even considered the possibility of a next time. The opportunity of repeating what we'd just done was thrilling. "I can teach you things, eh. Things girls your age don't even know about," she promised. With that, she slowly lifted herself off of me. As my still semi-hard cock slid out of her, a bit of my cum spilled out after it and splashed on my abdomen. "We should get you cleaned up," she said. I became aware of the thick smell of our sex hanging in the room. She got up from the bed and got a washcloth for me to wipe myself off with. After that, I put my clothes back on. She walked me to her front door. It was just after one in the morning, and the streets were deserted. I looked back at her, standing ... naked in her doorway, her large breasts, wide hips, round belly, thick thighs, and the smooth V-shaped mound between them. She gave me a little wave, and closed the door. The next morning, I woke up with the sun shining full force through my window. It was going to be another hot day. I could still smell last night's sex on my body. I smiled, and reflected that I'd finally been admitted to the 'not-a-virgin' club, initiated by my next door neighbour. My parents were both very hung-over. They didn't want to talk much about last night. They weren't really in the mood for talking at all. Only drinking orange juice and shuffling around in bathrobes like zombies. I figured it served them right for drinking so much, and making fools of themselves. Anyway, I was happy to let the previous night go undiscussed. For awhile, I didn't see Brenda much after that. When I did, it was usually just polite neighbourliness between us with undertones of the awkward secret we shared. It was several months before we slept together again. I thought she regretted letting the alcohol and horniness get the better of her. I wasn't going to push it, if she wasn't. It just seemed simpler to leave it as a one night stand. But we did eventually hook up again (and again). And she kept her promise about teaching me. I learned a lot from my older neighbour in the two years we lived next door to each other.