Daddy Next Door

by Tina Lee

Clarisse’s eyes bugged. “Really? A year? You don’t masturbate?”

  Rachel laughed a little uncomfortably. “I used to. But my sex drive had tanked even before I split with my husband.”

  “Well, I’m glad I was able to be of some sort of service.” Clarisse said with a smile.

  Rachel smiled back. “About that, Clarisse. It was amazing and it was perfect and I’m so glad I was able to experience it but…”

  “But we can’t ever do it again, right?” Clarisse asked.

  “Right.” Rachel said with a nod.

  Clarisse smiled. “But we will do it again.”

  Chapter Three

  Rachel woke up early the next morning. She hadn’t talked to Adam when he’d come in the previous night. She felt guilty but strangely, she didn’t feel like she was guilty enough. She’d enjoyed her experience with Clarisse and she wanted it to happen again, just not at the expense of her son. They were both lying to him.

  She showered and came out of the bathroom. Clarisse was standing in front of her bed with a t-shirt and panties on. Rachel froze, staring at her. She looked to the door. It was closed. She stepped forward and glanced at the door again.

  “What the hell are you doing in my room? You could get caught!” she whispered harshly. “Where’s Adam?”

  “He’s gone,” Clarisse whispered. “He just left.”

  Clarisse stepped forward and kissed her and after a moment, Rachel let the towel she was knotting around her wet hair fall to the floor and kissed Clarisse back, passionately. She pushed her back on the bed, climbing on top of her, quickly slipping a hand in her panties while they kissed, feeling her excitement build like the wetness against her fingers.

  Her lips pressed against her neck, hovering near where the pulse beat so quickly. Clarisse squirmed, getting her hands into Rachel’s robe and probing against her pussy.

  Rachel sat up, straddling Clarisse and pulled off her robe completely before leaning back down and helping Clarisse pull her shirt off, exposing her stiff nipples. The red flush of desire showed even more clearly on Clarisse’s pale chest and neck.

  Rachel yanked Clarisse’s panties down, revealing Clarisse’s moist pussy and spun around, her ass facing Clarisse. She grabbed a few pillows and propped them under the small of Clarisse’s back, angling her lower body up and giving Rachel better access. She sat back on her haunches on Clarisse’s face and began licking her pussy vigorously. She’d never eaten pussy before but by the way Clarisse was responding after a few minutes, the learning curve for her was pretty low.

  She tasted good. She smelled good. She wriggled two fingers into Clarisse’s tight wetness and Clarisse shivered, eating Rachel from below with as much diligence.

  “Fuck, you are tight,” Rachel whispered, watching her wet fingers slip in and out of Clarisse while she clenched rhythmically. Rachel flicked the swollen nub of her clit with her tongue over and over again just to hear Clarisse’’s squeal before she angled her head and fixed her mouth over Clarisse’s pussy lips, eating her sloppily.

  She paused after a moment and Clarisse stopped as well.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Shhhh. I heard something downstairs.”

  “Clarisse?” Adam yelled.

  Rachel scrambled off the bed and grabbed her robe, clumsily trying to slip it on. Clarisse rolled off the bed to the floor, out of sight.

  Adam knocked on her door as she closed her robe up and wiped her mouth. “What is it?” she asked, clearing her throat. “Is that you, Adam?”

  “Yeah, mom,” Adam replied.

  She walked to the door and opened it, hoping that the smell of the shower overpowered the smell of pussy in the room, or at least masked it.

  “I’m sorry,” Adam said. “Have you seen Clarisse? I was going to see if she wanted to catch one of the acts backstage after they went on.”

  “I…think she said something about going for a run?” Rachel asked, hoping her face looked believable.

  “Shit,” Adam said. “I’ll see if I can get her cell.”

  “It’s probably here,” Rachel said. “I always leave mine at home when I run.”

  Adam looked at her and tried the cell. There was a faint ringtone from downstairs and Adam sighed. “Okay. I’m heading back. When she gets back in—never mind. I’’ll leave her a text. Sorry for interrupting your shower.”

  “No problem.” Rachel said with a smile.

  Adam turned away from the door and Rachel waited until he got to the stairs to close the door. When she turned, Clarisse was right there, looking a little wild as she pulled Rachel back onto the bed and pushed her to get back into the position they’d been in before.

  “He’s still in the house.” Rachel whispered.

  Clarisse gripped Rachel’s hips hard and pulled her down, burying her nose in her ass and her mouth in her pussy. Rachel pushed her fingers back into Clarisse and kept licking her clit, almost as a natural reaction. All her other senses were starting to fade as pleasure welled up and began to overwhelm her.

  She felt one of Clarisse’s fingers worming against her anus before slipping inside and staying there. She began rolling her hips against Clarisse’s mouth even as she increased her pace with her fingers.

  They squirmed against each other, skin hot, shuddering breaths released faster and faster, moans rising. Rachel groaned and Clarisse’s finger slipped further in. “Oh!” she squealed, the fingers of her free hand gripping Clarisse’s thigh hard. Orgasm coursed through her like a shockwave, resting in the base of her skull, heavy and overpowering and amazing.

  Before she’d even come down from it, she switched positions, slipping down and turning around so she could look up at Clarisse while she buried her head in between her thighs and licked for all she was worth. Clarisse reached down and gripped a fistful of her hair, vigorously grinding her pussy against Rachel’s mouth, rolling her hips in bucking motions.

  “Fucking shit!” Clarisse groaned, her hips bucking faster as Rachel clutched her thighs, sloppily eating her pussy like it was her first meal in years.

  Clarisse suddenly clutched her head in a vise with her thighs, her back bowing off the bed, in the throes of an orgasm. Rachel kept licking even as Clarisse cummed on her face and threatened to pull her hair out.

  She kept licking until with a playful squeal Clarisse pushed her away in a fit of over-stimulation. Rachel sat back on her haunches and wiped her mouth, eying her handiwork.

  Clarisse smiled and wiped the mist of sweat from her forehead and kissed Rachel before rolling off the bed and to her feet.

  “Where are you going?” Rachel asked.

  “I’ve got to go to the festival grounds. There are a couple of good bands playing today.”

  Rachel nodded and Clarisse turned back to her as she picked up her panties. “Do you want to come with me?”

  “Yeah,” Rachel said. “I might meet a guy or something. Who knows?”

  Clarisse smiled and laughed. “That’s the spirit, girl!”

  She walked out and Rachel walked back into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She chuckled to herself. Hell, maybe she’d meet a girl.

  The Mystery Man

  Britney sat down on her bed and stared into space, while her dorm mate turned on her stereo and began to study.

  The sounds of classical music filled the room, and Britney fought the urge to roll her eyes. Kelsey swore it made her more productive, though Britney didn’t see how that was even possible. Kelsey was a good girl. As in virginal and pure as the driven snow. She went to bible study twice a week, and never did anything else besides study. She only ever wore modest clothing in neutral colors, and kept her hair styled the same every day.

  In other words, she was the complete opposite of Britney. Britney saw her college years as an opportunity to have some fun. Her last big hurrah before she settled into life in the corporate world. If there was something fun happening on campus, she was usually the first to know about it. With long blond hair and bright green eyes,
she knew how to work a room.

  Britney wasn’t too shy to admit that she had a nice body, with a petite frame and large natural breasts. The kind that caught most men’s eye. Except lately, she’d been starting to feel a little self-conscious. Because the one guy that she’d been wanting to notice her, just hadn’t.

  But last night, that frustration finally came to a head. She bit her lip to hide the grin that came to her face when she thought about the events of that evening. The words were bursting to get out, but she had nobody to confide in. It wasn’t like the Virgin Mary across the room would understand. And her best friend Alana was out of town for a family emergency.

  But there was something else that had came to mind. The underground magazine for Northbrook University. It was a limited publication with news, gossip, and events around Campus. But there was another column that had piqued Britney’s interest too. A college confessional.

  She’d seen it her freshman year, and immediately, she was hooked. Everything was published anonymously, but in order to submit a story, you had to be student of NBU. After reading the first one about a student giving her professor a blow job for extra credit, Britney found her mind rife with speculation. She’d walked around Campus for weeks trying to figure out who it could be.

  She liked the idea that it was such a fine line between anonymity and complete humiliation. Admittedly, over her three years at NBU, some of the students had been outed publicly. If they gave away too many details, or had a friend with a big mouth, eventually someone would figure out who wrote the confessional. But she guessed that was what appealed to her about it.

  Britney twirled the pen around in her hand, staring at the empty pad of paper on her lap. It was beckoning to her… begging to be filled with her dirty little secret. But could she really do it? Send it off to the NBU Exposed Publication?

  Across the room, Kelsey began singing along in her operatic voice to the melody, which sounded more like nails on a chalkboard than anything else.

  Britney shoved her things into a bag, and snatched up her keys. With a quick glance in the mirror, she debated changing into something nicer. She was wearing a pair of yoga pants, and a soft cashmere sweater. Comfortable and casual, but something else came to mind. Easy access. She pulled her hair from her pony tail and tousled it between her fingers, deciding this would be perfect after all. And then she was out the door and on her way to the Library.

  She sat down at her usual table, and arranged her things the way she liked them. The Library was quiet, just the way she liked. But, Britney didn’t really have any studying to do tonight, and she knew it would be a while before her mystery man showed up. So with nothing else to do, she pulled the pen and paper from her bag, and began to expose herself.

  Dear NBU Exposed,

  As you know, finals are just around the corner. I’ve been studying hard, and because of my crazy roommate, the only place I can do that is the Library. Usually, I’d study on a certain floor, but at this time of year, it’’s always busy.

  So a couple weeks ago, I decided to change up my routine and moved to a quieter floor. And that was when I saw him.

  He was standing between two aisles, staring at a book with a furrowed brow, a look of complete concentration on his face. I could tell he was hot right away, but in that moment, he looked so cute with that serious expression of his. He had broad shoulders and a muscular build, and at first I thought he might be an athlete. But the more I looked at him, I realized he didn’t really dress like one.

  He wasn’t wearing the kind of clothing that jocks normally do. He was dressed nice, professional almost. But I knew he couldn’t be a professor. He only looked about a year older than me.

  Anyway, I spent that entire first night trying to catch his attention. Every trick in the book? Yea, I used it. Flipping my hair, dropping my pencil, clearing my throat. And there was nothing but radio silence on his end. He didn’t glance my way once.

  I went back to my dorm feeling deflated, wondering who this mystery guy was. I spent that entire night masturbating while I thought about him, and all of the things I wanted him to do. Truthfully, I didn’t really think I’d see him again. But when I went back the next day, he was there, on the same floor, with that same furrowed brow.

  This time, I succeeded in getting him to look my way. But only because I got so flustered with his inability to notice anything around him, I tripped and spilled the entire contents of my backpack on the floor. Before he could assist me though, a couple of other guys swooped in and he went back to reading.

  Well things went on for a couple of weeks just like this. Every night I went back to that floor, trying to figure out how I could get his attention. I looked at books in the same aisle, even though I definitely didn’t need them. I brushed up against him on accident. I even asked him if he could pull a book off the top shelf for me. Still, nothing. Nada. Zilch.

  I finally realized this guy was a serious scholar, and he just wasn’t interested in me. I gave up hoping. But last night, when I went to our floor, something miraculous happened.

  I was sitting at my table reading, when I felt someone’s eyes on me. And when I looked up, he was just staring at me from across the room. And holy shit, those eyes. The most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen. It was so brief, I might not even have noticed if I didn’’t look up in time, but it was there. He definitely wanted me.

  He jerked his gaze away from me, and disappeared back down an aisle. But I was crazy wet and needy, and I wasn’t letting him get away this time.

  I followed him. All the way into the back corner. And it took him a minute to realize I was there, standing behind him. When he turned around, he looked surprised. And then unsure. I knew he was probably one of those good guys that never broke the rules. So I didn’t say anything. I just grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him up against the stacks, pulling his lips down to mine.

  And oh my God. His lips. They were so hot and sweet and perfect. It took him a minute to realize what was happening, and I could feel him warring with himself. But when he finally gave into that kiss and pulled me against him, I could swear it was the best moment of my life.

  His erection was digging into my belly as we groped each other. And before I could control myself, I started rubbing my hand against him through the material. His head fell back and he groaned, and I knew I was driving him wild. He whispered and told me he’d never done anything like this before. That he didn’t even know my name.

  I didn’t care. I unzipped his pants and freed his cock, sinking to my knees before him. He was huge. And so hard, I knew he was going to blow soon. I sucked him into my mouth, and he tasted like heaven. Salt and man. I gripped his ass in my hands and worked his length back and forth, sucking him deep into my throat right there in the dusty stacks.

  He kept looking around, and then down at me, afraid of being caught. But when his fingers threaded through my hair and he lost control of the noises that were coming from his chest, I knew I had him. He started to pump his hips into my mouth, grunting with every deep thrust. His balls slapped against my chin, and all I could do at that point was hold on while he fucked my mouth relentlessly.

  And then with a loud growl, he shot off into my mouth, holding me in place until I swallowed it all. When I was done, I licked him clean and tucked him back into his pants, and stood up. I smirked at the feral look at his eye, knowing he’d probably never lost control like that before. I never spoke once, and I didn’t even tell him my name.

  And with a flip of my hair, I walked off, thinking it was the hottest thing I’d ever done.

  Signed,

  Frisky in the Library

  Britney set down her pen, and felt the weight of the words off her shoulders. She was already wet just replaying the events in her mind, and wondered if her mystery man would show up tonight. If so, what would he do this time? Pretend it never happened, or take it further. Either way, the ball was in his court this time, and Britney couldn’t hold back the tingle of nervous anticipa
tion.

  She tore the paper from her notebook and folded it up, placing it neatly in an envelope. First thing tomorrow morning, she would leave it in the mailbox for the Publication.

  And then, just as she was shoving it into her bag, a shadow passed over her table. She glanced up, and there with a smirk on his face, was the mystery man.

  Chapter Two

  Britney sat in the back of the classroom, zoning out as Professor Murphy droned on about Cell Structure. She knew she should be paying attention, but truthfully, her thoughts were drifting to more interesting places. Like the events of the night before. Her mystery man was turning out to be even more of a mystery than she’d originally thought.

  The bell rung, and Professor Murphy dismissed them. Britney walked out into the fresh air, and paused for a moment. She didn’t want to go back to her dorm yet, since Virgin Kelsey was likely to be there. She spotted a large tree across the way, and started heading that direction instead. She’d seen people studying beneath the tree all the time, probably because of the quiet location. But Britney didn’t intend on studying.

  She sat down and pulled out her notebook and pen, bringing her knees up to use as a writing surface. And with a grin she couldn’t hide, she began.

  Dear NBU Exposed,

  Last night my mystery man came back. And he wasn’t at all shy about his intentions this time. He stood over my table like a Caveman, jerking his head for me to follow him.

  Of course, I did. Because… have I mentioned how hot he is? He led me deep into the stacks, and this time, he was the one to take control.

  Before I even knew what was happening, he lifted me up by the hips, pressing me against a shelf and threw my legs over his shoulders. And holy shit, his face was right up against my crotch, and this was one big ass dude.

  He nuzzled against my pink thong with his nose, inhaling my scent with a low growl. Um, yea… I was fucked, right then and there. A gush of wetness burst from my pussy, and he ripped the thong apart, shoving it into his pocket. A keepsake? I didn’t know. I didn’’t fucking care. Because the next thing I knew, he was shoving two fingers deep inside of me. I cried out, and he clamped his other hand over my mouth. And then he fucked me. With his tongue.