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The Next Door Neighbour
Date: 8/9/2015, Categories: MILF, Author: Just_A_Guy_You_Know, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories
candles in the kitchen and the washroom before disappearing down the hall to my bedroom. The wooden door clicked shut behind me, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Tomorrow this would all be an awkward memory, and everyone would go back to acting like normal people. But still, the thoughts of Brenda wouldn't get out of my mind. Her flirtatious looks, biting her finger, squeezing those large breasts together. They looked so big and soft. I wondered what they felt like. I got undressed, turned out the lights, and got into bed. I kept thinking about Brenda, and what she'd do to me if she were younger. I tried picturing her as a twenty-one year old with her blonde hair, and big tits, and she probably had a great ass then, too. I thought about her creeping into my bedroom, and started to get hard again. My right hand reached down, and began to slowly stroke my stiffening cock. After about seven minutes, there was a knock at my door. Before I could answer, it opened a crack allowing a sliver of light from the hallway into my bedroom. Instinctually, I grabbed a pillow and covered my boner with it. "Justin, are you still awake?" Brenda asked, barely above a whisper. "Huh?" I responded in a voice I hoped sounded like I'd been asleep. The shaft of light from the doorway expanded, and then quickly vanished as the door clicked shut with Brenda on the dark side of it. I felt the right side of my mattress flatten as she first sat, and then lay down on my bed next to me. "Hey," she said. ... "Hi," I said breathlessly. I was nervous, not knowing what was going to happen. "Nice bed," she said, bouncing a little. "Thanks." "It's been a long time since I've been in the bed of a twenty-one year old, eh," she commented, giggling. I didn't respond. "Can I have a pillow?" "Here," I said handing her the pillow that had been hiding my erection. I hoped in the dark, she wouldn't notice it. "Where's my mom?" I asked. "She's still on your couch," Brenda answered. "She passed out, and all." "Shit," I said. "Yeah, we all had a lot to drink, eh. I hope I wasn't too hard on you down there. I wasn't trying to hurt your feelings, or offend you or anything." "It's okay," I said. "I meant what I said, though, about you being cute, and wishing I was younger, and all." "Um, thanks." "Justin, can I ask you something?" "Okay." Brenda rolled over so she was facing me. Her leg stretched over my thighs, and she placed a hand on my chest over the bed sheet. She was so close, I could feel her breath on my ear. I became even harder beneath the sheets. Part of me hoped she wouldn't notice, but another part longed for her to touch it. "You don't have to tell me if it's too personal, but have you ever been with a woman?" "Uh..." "That's what I thought." "I mean, I-" "It's okay," Brenda interrupted. "You don't have to explain. It's actually kind of sweet, eh." "Thanks, I guess." Brenda squeezed her body even closer to mine. I was acutely aware that her breasts were now touching my arm. "Justin, are ...