Love Thy Neighbor 2: Mr. Peterson Takes The Back Door

by Joelle Cummings

  Love Thy Neigbor (Part 2)

  (Mr. Peterson takes the backdoor)

  By Joelle Cummings

  http://www.JoelleCummings.com

  Carmen has been enjoying her time home from college. She, and her family are about to have dinner with the Peterson’s. Carmen is anxious to see Mr. Peterson, as she hasn’t seen him since her first day home. The day he filled her up with his neighborly goodness. They always seem to miss each other, or could Mr. Peterson be avoiding her for some reason? He made a promise to her on her first day home, and she’s has every intention of making him keep that promise.

  Carmen has plans for dinner tonight, that don’t include anyone other than Mr. Peterson, she always gets what she wants, and tonight will be no exception. Wearing her sexiest dress, and the confidence of youth, Carmen sets out to get Mr. Peterson alone again, before she has to leave for college. Will Mr. Peterson play gracious host, and accommodate Carmen’s needs?

  This is part of a series, don’t miss out on parts 1 & 3, you can find them here:

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  Copyright © 2015 by Joelle Cummings

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 1

  It was good to be home. My first year of college had been really fun, a lot of hard work, and really empowering since it was the first time I had stepped out on my own. I didn’t realize how much I had missed my family, and being home until I was actually here. I looked around the dinner table, and happiness washed over me. Everyone was having such a good time with each other. Not rare for my family, but rare for us to seem so genuinely happy with each other. I guess being away from each other really makes us appreciate one another.

  My dad told everyone that he had an announcement to make, and everyone hushed, waiting to hear what he had to say.

  “As you all know, we have a long standing tradition to have family dinner here at the family home. This year is going to be a little different. We’re going to celebrating the holidays with the Peterson’s this year” There were murmurs from all around the table. “I know, I know it’s not what you’re used to, but I think it will be really good for us, and them. We’ve been neighbors for 19 years, and Mr. Peterson is my best friend. I think it could do all of us some good” My dad said smiling.

  There were a few Okays, and even fewer questions about our family spending this year with the Peterson’s, but I couldn’t be more delighted. I had yet to see Mr. Peterson after the warm welcome home that he had given me, and the hospitality that he had shown me when I discovered that I was locked out of my parents’ house when I decided to surprise them, by not telling them when I was coming home was beyond compare. I was trying to prove that I was mature enough to handle everything on my own. What I thought was a total disaster turned into one of the best fucks of my life thanks to Mr. Peterson.

  Not that I had many, I was only 18, but obviously that the boys on campus couldn’t compare to a grown and sexy man like Mr. Peterson. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he was able to make my body feel, the way my body responded to him. Unfortunately it seemed like we just couldn’t find a time or place to get together again, even though he told me that he would fuck me every chance he got while I was home. I barely saw him, and he never stopped by, and every time I had the opportunity to go over to his house his wife was home.

  I had the feeling that he might be avoiding me for some reason, I know that he thought what we did was wrong, and taboo, but we’re two consenting adults, even if I am barely legal. There was no denying the way his body responded to me that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him, his cock was so hard that it could have chopped wood. More than likely after the buzz of us fucking wore off, the guilt of fucking his best friends’/neighbors’ teenage daughter, and cheating on his wife sunk in, and he was going out of his way to avoid being in a situation that would have him slip, and fall planting his huge cock into my tight pussy.

  I realized that I was lost in my thoughts after I heard my dad calling my name “Carmen, Carmen? Hello, earth to Carmen” he was saying. Everyone around the table was laughing.

  “Oh, I’m sorry, just a lot on my mind” I said

  “Yeah that’s obvious” quipped my sister with a giggle

  “Carmen, I asked you what your feelings were about spending the Holidays with the Petersons this year” my dad said

  “Dad, I think it’s a fabulous idea. I think we could all use a little quality time with our neighbors. The more the merrier” I said smiling. Knowing that I had every intention to get Mr. Peterson alone, and to get him to fuck me longer, and harder than he had the last time.

  “Okay, then it’s settled. Tomorrow night we’ll have our holiday dinner with the Petersons” My dad beamed.

  I couldn’t help but wonder how all of this came about. Did Mr. Peterson invite us to dinner? Did he want to see me, just as bad as I wanted to see him? Or was this a way for him to make it up to my dad that he had fucked his baby girl over his kitchen table? So many questions were running through my mind. At the end it didn’t really matter what the reason, all that mattered was that I was finally going to have a chance to have Mr. Peterson’s massive cock inside of me again. Fight as he might, there was nothing that could stop me, I was motivated by my youthful confidence, and fact that fucking my dad’s best friend was totally twisted. My dad always taught us “Love thy neighbor”, and that’s exactly what I plan to do.

  Chapter 2

  There wasn’t much that I was able to focus on after my dad made his announcement about us having our family dinner with the Peterson’s. All I could think about was getting Mr. Peterson alone, and making him fill me up inside. I made sure to pick out my most appropriately inappropriate dress for the evening. Something that wouldn’t make my parents get on me about what I was wearing, but something that would make Mr. Peterson realize everything that he was missing every day that passed that he did not take advantage of the opportunity to fuck my tight young pussy. It was all I could think about before dozing off to sleep.

  I spent the next day preparing. I made sure that my landing strip was perfectly tidy, and that my pantie set was totally seductive. I had the perfect body spray, it smelled like cotton candy. Sweet, seductive, and gave a hint of innocence. Mr. Peterson wouldn’t know what hit him. I don’t usually wear heels, but I made sure that I had my sexiest pair of pumps ready, and waiting. I was giddy with anticipation. There’s but so much he is going to be able to resist. I wanted to make him crack the like heels of an old lady’s feet. I always get what I want, and tonight would be no exception.

  The evening had finally arrived, and everyone was ready to head over to the Peterson’s. I wanted to be the last to arrive, so that I wouldn’t be lost in the crowd, and Mr. Peterson would be sure to notice me. I hung back in the bathroom, and yelled for everyone to go ahead of me. Thankfully they listened, sometimes they can be a real pain in the ass about that kind of stuff, but I guess since we were just going next door to the neighbors’, it wasn’t such a big deal.

  When I finally arrived everyone was making small talk around the kitchen table. The table had not been set yet I gue
ss everyone was too busy catching up to care. Mr. & Mrs. Peterson were scrambling about the kitchen making the final preparations to serve dinner. They looked so disconnected, like they were co-workers who were only in the same space because it benefited them to be. Instead of the light touches, half smiles, and brief gazes at each other that one would expect from a married couple, whenever they were about to cross each other’s paths they stepped out of each other’s was as if they were side stepping someone they hadn’t been married to for over 20 years. It was awkward to watch, but it gave me hope that my plan to seduce Mr. Peterson again would work. If there was this much distance between them in the kitchen, that could only mean that there was even more distance in the bedroom.

  Mr. Peterson turned to catch me staring, he looked like he’d seen a ghost, and he instantly lost the coloring in his face. We made eye contact for a while, before I saw his eyes trailing over my body. The face that had just been drained of color was now turning red with desire. I was wearing the hell out of my dress, I looked and felt incredibly sexy, and I would do everything to make sure Mr. Peterson knew it too. Time to play a little mouse trap I thought as I giggled to myself.

  “Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Peterson” I called out in the most chipper voice I could find.

  “Oh Carmen dear, It’s so good to see you. You look absolutely stunning. Doesn’t she Robert?” Mrs. Peterson complimented me. I smiled, and did a big twirl. The way I used to do when I was a little girl and she would make a big deal over me.

  “Yes, dear she does. How are you Carmen?” Mr. Peterson said. His voice no bigger than a church mouse. He cleared his throat about three times before it was back to normal.

  “Why thank you I said. Only the best for my neighbors. Not too many people are lucky enough to have neighbors that want to fill them up” I said, looking directly at Mr. Peterson. He blushed, becoming even redder than before.

  “Well, you’ve come to the right place. Robert did all of the cooking, and I’m sure he’s happy to fill you up dear” Mrs. Peterson said none the wiser.

  Mr. Peterson scurried about the kitchen, busying himself with trying to get the food on the table, so that we could all sit down and eat. I continued chatting with the Mrs. Every few minutes Mr. Peterson would look in our direction, he was so nervous that I might tell his wife about how me fucked my brains out over their kitchen table, the same table that we were about to sit at, the same table they ate at every night, and I’m sure the same table they fucked on many moons ago. I caught myself staring at him as he went about the kitchen, Mrs. Peterson would follow my gaze every now and then, and smile like I was some little brat watching their uncle in the kitchen. The thoughts I had, weren’t of pride or admiration, they were thoughts of pure lust, and wanting.

  Dinner was finally on the table. Everyone sat around the table looking happy, and anxious to dig in. The spread was absolutely gorgeous. They left nothing to chance. It looked like something out of those magazines that my mom had laying around the house, Better Homes, and Gardens or Country Living, or something like that. Even though my only motivation when I came over was to get inside of Mr. Petersons pants, the food before me was making it hard to stay focused. It had been a while since I had home cooked food. College was all about fast food, take out, and the occasional cup-o-noodles. I was about to stuff my face with this delicious food, and hopefully later with Mr. Peterson’s cock.

  After bowing our heads in grace, everyone was excited to get their share of the food. We all sat around laughing and talking, and recounting old memories. We had been neighbors for so long there was almost nothing that the Peterson’s didn’t know about us, and we knew just as much about them. It was refreshing to catch up, and slow down at the same time. This break from college was long overdue. Life was perfect at this moment, but there was only one more thing I needed to make it heavenly.

  Chapter 3

  Everyone had finished eating, we were just sitting around, waiting for desert. Mrs. Peterson was in the kitchen, collecting the desert plates, and silverware. Mr. Peterson was putting the finishing touches on his signature deserts. Apple pie ala mode, pineapple upside down cake, and chocolate soufflé. My mom had brought a sweet potato pie, I could see the embarrassment on her face. Being outdone by good ol’ Mr. Peterson. It turned me on even more to know that he could not only heat me up with those hands, but that he could really heat things up in the kitchen too. I wanted him now more than ever.

  My opportunity came when his cell phone would not stop ringing, the first few times he ignored it, and he was going to shut it off when Mrs. Peterson told him that he should probably make sure that everything was okay with whoever was calling. Not too many people are going to repeatedly call him during this time unless it was an emergency. I couldn’t have agreed more, and when Mr. Peterson excused himself to answer his call I excused myself to the restroom. On my way down the hall, I hit the end button on my cell, ending the call that I had placed to Mr. Peterson’s phone, and set out to complete my mission.

  Mr. Peterson saw me heading his way, and he stopped dead in his tracks. I was putting off so much sexual energy that I could have floated on it down the hallway. He looked like a dog cornered by animal control in a dark ally. He regained his steps, and started walking towards me, if he thought that he was going to make it pass me, before fucking me good, and hard he had another thing coming. I met him midway, and pressed my body right up against his.

  “Mr. Peterson can you show me where the bathroom is?” I asked in a seductive whisper

  “Carmen, you know where the bathroom is, and you’re more than welcome to use it” He replied, his voice thick with nervousness as he tried to shuffle pass me.

  “Come on Mr. Peterson, you know what I want, and I’ll be a good girl, and go right back to my seat and quietly eat my desert if you give me what I want”

  “Carmen, you’re being unreasonable. My wife is here, your parents are here. If we get caught there will be hell to pay” Mr. Peterson whined.

  “I knowwwww. Isn’t it exciting? Doesn’t it turn you on to know that we could be right down the hall, in the bathroom, fucking while everyone is out there, so close, and yet so far away?”

  I could see the wheels turning in his head, I was still pressed up against him, and I could feel his cock springing to life in his trousers. I took my hand and started rubbing his erection. He closed his eyes, and I could hear him moan. I was so close to getting what I wanted, if only he would let the head of his cock do the thinking right now, instead of the head on his shoulders things would be perfect.

  “Come on Mr. Peterson, you know you want to stuff your big cock in my young, tight, wet pussy” I hissed. I could feel his cock jump in his pants.

  “Carmen, you must stop this. I can’t do this, the last time was a mistake”

  “You promised you would fuck me every which way every chance you got Mr. Peterson”

  “I know I did Carmen, but I was caught up in the moment. We had just…and you were so…..ugh. We can’t!”

  He began to pull away from me. I grabbed his hand, and shoved it up my dress. I made sure that I wore crotch-less panties, I didn’t want anything standing in my way. I placed his fingers directly into my wetness. He moaned a throaty moan. I moved his fingers through my wetness.

  “You see what you do to me Mr. Peterson. Do you FEEL what you do to me?” I asked, my tongue caressing his ear lobe.

  “Oh Carmen, please. I want to fuck you so bad, give a man a fighting chance. I want to, but I can’t. I shouldn’t”

  I took his middle finger, and shoved it into my tight cunt, a sexy moan escaped my throat. I repeatedly pushed his finger in and out of my pussy. Soon I could feel him controlling his own hand, he slipped another finger into my pussy, and started finger fucking me mercilessly.

  “Is this what you wanted Carmen? This what you need? Cum, cum for Mr. Peterson. Cum right here on my hand, come on baby?”

  His talking sent shivers down my spine, and all of my senses came to life. I was
aware of his touch, his smell like pine, and aftershave, his breathing on my neck, hot and wet like my pussy. I was aware of his wife not too far away, aware of my parents being down the hall. I came right there on Mr. Peterson’s big hands, after I came he jack hammered my pussy with his fingers, I was slumped against his chest, weak with pleasure. I felt paralyzed.

  “I told you that I had something for you the last time you were here, making me do things I didn’t want to do. Now I’m going to do something that I want to do” Mr. Peterson whispered in my ear as he drug me off to the bathroom.

  When we got to the bathroom, Mr. Peterson pushed me inside, and locked the door. I could see something in his eyes, something exciting, and frightening at the same time. He took off his pants never breaking eye contact with me. He removed his boxer-briefs, and his huge cock sprang up like it was being set free from a cage. I gasped, and placed my hand over my mouth. It was even bigger than I remembered. If my memory served me right there was no way that thing was going to fit where Mr. Peterson told me he would put it. He saw the horror on my face. I wanted to back away but there was nowhere to go, no escape from the monster cock that was about to terrorize my most sensitive place.

  “Isn’t this what you wanted Carmen? My big cock to fill you up? You wanted your way, and you’ll have it, but only in the way that you deserve it for being such a pushy brat” Mr. Peterson snarled

  “Mr. Peterson, it’s too big. Look at that thing, there’s no way that thing is going to fit in my….”

  “Hush Carmen, turn around and face the mirror!”

  “But Mr. Peterson, can I give you a blow job instead, or …”

  “Carmen, you’re trying my patience. Turn around, shut up, face the mirror, and put your hands on the counter!” He ordered me.