Caught by the Cute Girl Next Door

I had finished up my Freshman year in college and was back home for the summer.  I hadn’t found a job yet and didn’t plan to for a little while as I felt like I needed a break.  I slept in late most days and, being the only one home, usually spent a good portion of the afternoon surfing the web for porn and masturbating.  I had a computer set up in the corner of my room, next to a window facing out to the quiet street we lived on with another to the side facing the neighbors’ house. Our neighbors had two daughters, the younger of who was my age and had been in my class all the way through school.  Amanda and I had gotten along well enough but didn’t run in the same crowds, and I had never had any particular interest in her when we were younger.  The last couple years, however, she had filled out amazingly well and lost the baby fat around her face to become a very attractive young lady.  She was 5’5” and maybe 125 pounds, with shoulder-length dark red hair and magnificent D cup breasts.  She was a bit of an athlete, so her legs and ass were nicely toned.  On occasion I would glance out my window and see her in the yard practicing her volleyball skills, bouncing around and glistening with sweat in the sunlight.  Once or twice she noticed me staring absentmindedly and gave me a sly smile. One day I had been on my computer playing a game for a while first and then transitioned into my porn watching and had apparently forgotten to close the blinds when I’d done so.  I was in the middle of jerking off when I glanced up and saw Amanda staring at me from her bedroom window, her eyes wide and her mouth agape.  I panicked and reached across for the blinds as her hand came up over her mouth and she walked quickly away from the window.  Shit!  Our houses weren’t super close, so I knew she didn’t have a great view, but I also knew from her expression that she had seen enough, and if I could make out her expression there was no way she hadn’t seen what I was up to.  I sat there with my heart racing, panicking about what had just happened and who she might tell.  A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. I scrambled to regain my composure, then ran downstairs to answer the door.  When I got there, I saw it was Amanda and my face turned beet red.  I opened the door and said hello as casually as I could manage.  She was wearing a summery v-neck dress with flip-flops, and a grin that said everything.  She rocked back and forth on the soles of her feet with her arms behind her back, which had the effect of emphasizing her wonderful breasts and making them bounce just a little.  She saw me looking and her grin grew wider then turned into that sly smile of hers that always floored me.  She pushed past without an invitation and wandered in to look around.  “Are you here by yourself?,” she asked as she turned to face me. I replied that I was and she said, simply, “Good.”  I have never been more excited and terrified by a single word.  She came right to the point and said, “I saw you in your room, you know.  I know what you were doing.”  Amanda had never been as shy as I was, so I wasn’t completely surprised.  Still, my embarrassment had me hoping maybe she wouldn’t bring it up.  “I used to wonder why your blinds were always down in the afternoon,” she said, “now I guess I know!”  She laughed, not cruelly, but clearly enjoying the sheepishness her teasing elicited in me.  She hesitated a moment, then leaned in quickly and kissed me, her tongue briefly touching my lips before I opened them instinctually to reciprocate. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you to do that,” she said.  “I figured at this point I’d better just do it myself.” She grabbed my hand and started up the stairs as my head swam.  I was completely off balance, but at this point I would have done anything she asked.  When we reached the top of the stairs she looked at me to lead the way, and I managed to take the hint and walked us down the hallway to my room.  I had a couch along one wall so we sat down, half sideways, looking at each other.  For the first time I could tell that despite her outward confidence she was almost as nervous as I was.  “Don’t be embarrassed,” she finally managed.  “We all do it!”  I was dumbfounded.  On some level I suppose I knew that girls did it too, but I’d never heard one admit it before.  I had so many questions, but I didn’t want to risk freaking her out or ruining what now seemed like it might be the greatest day of my life to this point, so I figured I would save them for another time. Instead, I leaned in quickly and kissed her, this one lasting longer as we each scooted closer together on the couch.  When my shin bumped her knee, she moved her legs so that mine slipped between them and we could move closer together.  As a consequence, her dress now draped over top of my knee.  I could feel the silky fabric on my skin and the heat radiating from between her legs no more than an inch away.  As we kissed, I slid closer in so my knee made contact with her panties and she gasped sharply and leaned into our kiss more heavily.  The sensation of her soft, damp panties against my skin was amazing.  I placed my hand on the small of her back and squeezed her gently, then slid my hand along her body and onto her breast.  I was amazed to discover that she wasn’t wearing a bra and her firm young breasts were that perfect all on their own.  I rubbed her breast through the cloth and lightly pinched her nipple causing her to moan softly. Amanda had one arm around my neck and began to slowly run her other hand through my hair.  She was wearing a ring on one of her fingers which snagged temporarily in my hair, and we briefly broke our kiss to laugh at the awkwardness.  In a moment we were back at it and I’d placed both my hands on either of her thighs and was gently massaging them, inching toward her waist and pushing her dress along for the ride.  I wasn’t sure how far I dared go.  I moved my hand to rest high on her upper thigh, stroking it lightly with the back of my fingers until she pushed herself forward onto my hand.  I repeated the motion I’d been making on her thigh, but this time on the front of her panties as her breath grew more shallow and her tongue more urgent in my mouth.  I ran my middle finger along the edge of her panties in the crease of her thigh, then slipped it under the fabric, feeling the warmth and wetness of her pussy. I rubbed the side of my finger slowly up and down, from the bottom of her pussy up to her clit, gradually increasing in speed.  As I reached the bottom again, she sat up slightly and came forward, angling her pussy downward and giving me easier access to her opening with the tip of my fingers.  I slipped my middle finger in partway and she grunted, then broke off our kiss and stared hungrily into my eyes.  I slid my finger almost all the way back out, then in again, this time all the way.  I repeated this a few times, then brought it all the way out and rubbed lightly around her hole before adding my ring finger and sliding them both back in.  She pushed her mouth hungrily back into mine for a few moments, probing me with her tongue, then pulled away.  She hurriedly slipped her dress straps off and her dress slid down exposing her breasts.  She grabbed her tits and squeezed them, pinching and twisting her nipples, looking desperate to cum. She was shaking lightly now with the effort of it, the pent-up release that was building within her.  I placed my free hand on her side to steady her, enjoying the warmth and smoothness of her skin.  She buried her head into my neck, and the smell of her hair mixed with the powerful scent of her pussy that was building in the air was intoxicating.  I slid my fingers out to find her clit and began rubbing my finger up and down the side of it, faster and faster, trying desperately to help her cum.  In a few moments I felt her tense, her legs clenching together around my hand as she came, shaking.  I lay back on the couch, one leg still hanging off the side, as she lay her head on my chest and closed her eyes, breathing deeply. I thought my erection was going to burst through my shorts as I lay there waiting, as patiently as I could, while she lay half naked on top of me catching her breath.  After a couple minutes, she turned her head toward me with a satisfied smile and propped herself up on her elbows, her beautiful breasts squished against my stomach.  “Your turn,” she said, and she began fumbling with my t-shirt.  I reached down to help and pulled it up and over my head as she sat up to a kneeling position between my legs.  She pulled her dress over her head as well, now wearing just her cute pink panties, reached down, and began to unzip my shorts. “Nice!,” she said, and crinkled her nose with a little smile as she pulled my dick through the fly.  In my rush to answer the door earlier, I couldn’t find my boxers and so had neglected to put on anything underneath my shorts, not thinking it would matter at the time.  Now it gave her easier access without disrupting our positions, as she undid the button on my shorts and pulled them open.  She wrapped her hand loosely around my cock, her thumb facing her, and ran it lightly up my shaft until her thumb ran across the front of my swollen head.  When she reached the top, precum flowed heavily out the tip of my cock.  Between my interrupted session earlier and the experience I’d just had with Amanda’s gorgeous body, I knew I wasn’t going to last long.  I was torn between my desire to impress her with my stamina and my aching desire to cum, as badly as I had ever needed it; but I knew the way things were going I wasn’t going to have much choice. She saw the large pool of precum leaking from my cock and squeezed the tip gently, watching with delight as more poured out of me.  Then she rubbed her palm and fingers across the head, picking it all up and using it to lubricate as she began stroking my dick from top to bottom.  She shifted forward to adjust her legs and I watched as her full breasts bounced against each other as she stroked.  She sat back again and now her tits were squeezed together, her small pink nipples hard enough to cut glass and small beads of sweat glistening in her cleavage.  Her tits bounced and squished with each stroke as she rubbed my swollen cock, and the few remaining brain cells I had working registered that as the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Soon I was groaning with pleasure as I felt my orgasm building.  She recognized the signs and began to speed up her strokes saying, “Come on, cum for me, cum for me, I want you to cum for me.”  That was finally too much and my cock erupted, cum spurting up to my chest then three or four more thick sprays covering my stomach and her hand.  She kept stroking until the last drops had found their way out and I had never seen so much cum in my young life.  I don’t think she had, either, from the astonished look on her face.  She laughed gently and exclaimed, “Wow! Looks like you needed that!” “You have no idea how badly,” I replied.  “But that was all because of you.”  She grinned, then leaned down and lay on top of me, squishing my warm cum between our bodies and her lovely bare breasts against my chest, and kissed me deeply.  I was taken fully by surprise, as no other girl I had known in my limited experience would have ever dared do so, but in time I would learn that Amanda had a very strong affinity for cum that she grew more comfortable sharing with me over time.  For now, though, she broke off our kiss and stood up.  She picked up my shirt to wipe off her hand and chest, then slipped her dress back on.  “See you later, neighbor,” she said.  “I think I need to go take a shower.”