Love Thy Neighbor
Red Lace

I had been curious about our new next door neighbor for quite some time. All I had observed was that she was young and attractive. I worried that my husband would show too much interest in her as she performed her evening jogs around the neighborhood with her chocolate Labrador. Too many times I caught Jim stealing glimpses out the bedroom window as she and her dog ran by.

I didn’t even know her, but I didn’t like her as her healthy good looks filled me with jealousy. I was soon to forget my neighbor, however, as I was forced out of my job due to a takeover and reorganization. Stuck at home, I was feeling depressed and lonely. One week into my jobless depression found me answering the doorbell only to find the detested neighbor standing outside my front door.

"Hi," she practically bubbled. "I hate to bother you, but I’m having some trouble with my sink and I was wondering if you had a plunger I could borrow." There she stood, clad in work out clothes and a ponytail, looking helpless like a lost puppy.

"Hold on," I said, maybe just a little too coldly for the situation. I grabbed the plunger out of the kitchen pantry and stepped to the front door.

"Thanks," she beamed. "And I really hate to ask, but, umm, could you maybe give me a hand."

"I don’t have anything else to do," I said as I stepped over the threshold and began the walk to her house.

"This is just great of you to help," she said, catching up with me. "I should probably introduce myself. I’m Tessa. I’m such a klutz around the house, this is just great of you to help."

Feeling a bit guilty for being so hateful when she was trying so hard to be nice I said in a more friendly tone, "It’s all right. My name is Lisa. Guess it’s good we finally met."

By this time we had reached her front door where her dog, Godiva, was waiting for us. Tessa bent to the dog, scratching her behind the ear, saying all those soothing ‘dog talk’ words that dog owners use. Tessa opened her front door and invited me in.

Her house was decorated in an eclectic style, and I couldn’t help but notice that the art on the walls depicted women – mostly naked women. "Interesting art," I said.

"Thanks, I love collecting drawings of women. Their bodies are so wonderful, don’t you think?"

What followed was 15 minutes of unstopping her kitchen sink and two hours, two bottles of wine and lots of great conversation on her couch. Before I realized it I was quite intoxicated and feeling good for the first time since my job had been taken away from me.

"I have to apologize to you, Tessa," I said as I looked earnestly at her. "I totally misjudged you. Just because you are very attractive I had decided not to like you. I was actually jealous of my husband watching you."

"Lisa, that’s OK. But you shouldn’t have worried. I’m not at all interested in your husband. You, however, are another matter."

As surprised as I was by Tessa’s words, I was even more surprised as she reached over and stroked my arm. "I think you are very attractive, too," she said in what had become a very seductive voice. "I’ve been watching you since I moved in."

I didn’t know what to do or say. I looked into Tessa’s eyes and suddenly realized that I was aroused by her comments. I was also scared to death and unsure what to do next. Probably because I didn’t jerk away, Tessa took that as a cue to move closer to me.

"Have you ever been with a woman?" she asked as she looked directly into my eyes.

"No," I managed to stutter out.

"It’s the most wonderful thing," she said. "Only women know how to truly please other women." Tessa paused and looked deeply into my eyes, all the while rubbing her hand on my arm.

"Lisa, can I just kiss you? That’s all I’ll do, if that’s all you want, but can I just kiss you."

I couldn’t even talk. Not moving my eyes from her beautiful face I simply moved my head up and down in agreement.

She smiled, reached over to cup my face with her hands and gently placed her lips on mine. It was a sensation that I find very hard to describe. Those soft, sensuous lips and sweet little tongue. In moments I was breathless with the excitement of deep kissing her warm mouth. Finally she pulled back from me and asked if she should stop.

"No. Don’t stop," I said in a husky whisper. Tessa slowly slipped out of her sports bra. Her breasts were round and lovely. I had the sudden desire to put my mouth all over them. She rubbed her hands all over her breasts, moving slowly as she squeezed her pink nipples. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Finally she sat back on the couch and kissed me again. I began to moan as we kissed. I could feel her firm breasts rubbing up next to me. My hands went to them and began to rub. It was so exciting to feel a breast in my hand – such a lovely, soft mound of skin tipped by a tight bud of a nipple. Tessa was soon moaning too and then she helped me remove my T-shirt and bra.

Our tongues were suddenly everywhere, mouths, necks, breasts, nipples. My panties were soaking wet and I felt I would orgasm before we ever even reached our pussies. Tessa pulled her shorts and thong underwear off as I undid my jeans and slipped my wet panties down my legs. I was unsure what to do next. I had only been with men and didn’t know what she needed. "Tessa, what do I do now?" I asked.

Tessa smiled and pushed me down on the couch. "Now you just enjoy," she said. Tessa climbed on top of me and began to kiss me passionately again. We rubbed our pussies together until once again I was breathless with anticipation. Then she began the slide of kisses down my body. Tessa took each of my breasts into her mouth, pulling on the hard nipples and sucking, sucking, sucking. I was thrusting my hips and moaning with the intense pleasure of feeling her mouth on my body.

She moved to my stomach and licked my belly button, toying with me as I anticipated the feel of her mouth on my clit. Slowly she slid down the couch. She kissed my thighs, and teased my pussy in between the kisses. I was practically screaming with desire. Her lips found my pussy lips, however and she thrust her tongue deep into my pussy. I nearly came at that moment, but Tessa raised her head and smiled at me.

"Are you glad I invited you over," she said. "I planned this ever since I moved to this house."

"Tessa, right now all I care about is you going down on me. Please....." I begged.

Tessa smiled and bent to her task. With expertise she alternated sucking on my clit and thrusting her tongue into my pussy. She had to hold on for dear life, though, because I was bucking like a mad woman. Ultimately I came, screaming and soaking her dear face.

We kissed fiercely as I licked my own cum from her mouth. I was ready to return the favor by now, and by the sound of her breathing, Tessa was ready for me. "Just do me," she said, "just like you want to be done." I took her advice and sucked on her clit. I explored her folds and pussy with my tongue and fingers and found the whole experience wonderful and exciting. It was such a pleasure for me to feel her cumming and taste the sweet juices of her pussy.

Tessa and I held each other afterwards, sipping wine and caressing each other’s breasts.

When it was time to leave we kissed longingly at the door. I picked up the plunger and headed back to my house. That night I made love to my husband like I had never made to him before. He was pleased but surprised. I told him that maybe I was meant to stay at home.

I lost my job, but I found so much more. Tessa and I meet daily for a glass of wine and a tender afternoon of love making. My husband has no idea and he often jokes as Tessa jogs by our house, "She is hot. I’d like to get some of that." I think he wonders what happened to his formerly jealous wife.