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The Best Kind of Trouble, Part One

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The Best Kind of Trouble, Part One by She was trouble from the start. But, she was the best kind of trouble, as it turned out.She had just moved in next door and we met at the curb, each of us taking out trash to the curb. Five foot six, slim body, cute butt, smallish breasts, long dark hair, beautiful smile, twinkling eyes behind a pair of glasses that seemed a little too big for her small face. “Hi, I’m Emmet,” I said reaching out my hand. “Hi, I’m Emily,” she said as she stumbled over a trash bag and bumped right into me, stepping hard onto my foot. My arms immediately went around her to steady both of us. We were in an embrace for a second or two. Releasing her, I quipped, “A handshake will be fine.” She smiled and laughed a little, looking a bit embarrassed. I was rocking my stomped-on foot. She said, “Sorry about that.” “It’s OK,” I said. We chatted for a few minutes and I could tell we were both attracted to each other. She offered to make me a dinner for the trouble. I accepted right away.That evening, the meal was fine, the conversation light and easy, and the wine was excellent. For all her grace, there were moments when she seemed downright clumsy. Twice, she spilled something bringing it to the table. She paid little notice to it and I said nothing, thinking that in her way it was a part of her charm. She insisted that I just sit and relax as she cleaned up. Once again, the clumsies took over. As she was removing my plate from in front of me, it slipped from her hand and went tumbling to the floor. We both went to go for it, bumping our heads together, kind of hard. Each of us was rubbing the bump on the head, laughing. “I’m always a klutz when I’m nervous,” she said. “Nervous?” I asked. “Well, yeah,” she replied, “cute guy, lives next door, here for dinner …” she trailed off. I foot was still throbbing slightly from earlier. And, my head did take a bang with hers. But, I was feeling no pain when, to my own surprise, I leaned over to her and lightly brushed my lips across hers. This immediately led to a deep, sensual French kiss. Within minutes we left the dining table and tangled ourselves on her sofa, kissing and pawing each other’s body. Without a word, we got naked. That’s when she stopped, as if coming to her senses. Looking at my body, first, then into my eyes, she said in a loud whisper, “I can’t help myself. You look so sexy! But, I don’t have any protection.” She paused, then added, “It’s been a while and …” “Nervous?” I asked with a smile. The look on her face changed as if she had made a decision. “No, turned on is more like it.” Her gaze went to my hard cock. She leaned forward, wrapped her hand around the shaft, and started kissing and licking the head. My body jumped. I was so turned on I thought I was going to cum in a blast. She released the grip of her hand but kept her mouth on my cock. I saw her hands reach down in between her legs as she drove her fingers into herself. She humped her hips as she fucked herself, moaning onto my swelling dick. Unconsciously, I wrapped my hand around my cock and started stroking into her mouth. She noticed this and responded with a new level of sexual excitement. My first blast filled her mouth, her lips tightly locked on the tip of the head of my prick. I felt her swallow. But, as the second blast was about to cum, she lifted off my cock, her mouth open, taking in a deep breath. My second blast sprayed across her face, making a white, creamy line from her parted lips up to her left cheekbone and splashing off from there. We both grunted as another hard spurt shot out of my dick head, slashing up from her chin and into her panting mouth. Her mouth closed. She swallowed. I spurted a fourth time onto the bridge of her nose, splashing droplets up to her forehead. She was pumping herself furiously, one hand whacking her clit, the other fingers deep up her hole. She caught my fifth and last blast in her mouth, sucking the remaining pulses until I couldn’t take the stimulation any longer. I collapsed onto the sofa breathing deeply, catching my breath. She leaned back, her hands no longer moving but remaining between her legs. After a minute or two, she moved to lean against me, bumping her head on my chin. “Nervous? Or, still horny,” I asked. She laughed, grabbing my softening cock, saying, “What do you think?”

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