Love Thy Neighbor's Nephew

by Stephanie Williams

  He bent down and kissed Yolanda on the cheek. “Let’s talk about more pleasant matters. I’m serious about pursuing this relationship. I hope you’re not just experimenting with a younger man.”

  “Oh no, Lawrence! I wouldn’t be so conflicted like I am if I was just having fun. Does that make sense?”

  He chuckled. “Yes, it does.” He took her hand and pulled her from her chair. “You know, that conversation we had last night is still stuck in my head. I would like to finish it.”

  “Finish?”

  “Mm-hmm. Actually, more like taking the conversation to another level.”

  Before she could say anything, he scooped her up into her arms. He took her to the oversize chair in front of the fireplace in the living room and set her down. He sank to his knees and grabbed one of her legs, putting it over his shoulder. “Perfect.” Pulling down her jogging pants, he looked up and spotted the desire in her eyes.

  “Please, Lawrence. What if Liz walks in?”

  “She’s busy with Uncle Hank. They’re calling relatives and neighbors for the party and getting the final list together. She’s a perfectionist like me, so she’ll be a while. Trust me, I’ll have you coming several times and panting on the chair from exhaustion by the time she’s finished.” He rubbed her calves. “So soft.” He kissed them. “When I last spoke with you, you said your pussy was so wet. I want to get you like that again.”

  He spread her legs and kissed the inside of her thigh. When his tongue reached the top of her love hole, he probed the upper rim, indirectly stimulating her clit. She rotated her hips, pushing her pussy to his mouth. She threw her other leg over his shoulder, giving him greater access. Her opening collided into his face.

  “Mmm. You are eager, aren’t you?” He probed his tongue under her clit hood and licked the engorged nub throbbing against his tongue. Clamping his mouth around her button, he used his lips to form a seal and started sucking.

  Her knees squeezed the sides of his head, and her hands clutched handfuls of his hair while she slammed her pussy against his face. Her hips continued to swivel, and she thrust her legs out, jerking him around while her whole body pitched and rolled on the chair. On the edge of climaxing, she kept his mouth securely fastened to her pussy. “Yes! Oh, Lawrence! Suck my clit. I wanna come!”

  “I’ll get you there, baby, soon enough.” He used both hands to hold her securely by the thighs. He mashed his face into her pussy and held his mouth tightly to her clit while he ate her out.

  She climaxed over and over again, not once did he remove his lips from her firm nub. In fact, he shifted and shoved his tongue even deeper inside her with each orgasm. With one last spasm of her body, she collapsed against the chair. Her hands released his hair and flopped to her sides. She left her legs draped over his shoulders, but they no longer gripped his head.

  Lawrence was overwhelmed by the emotions flooding him. Love, lust, and bonding. He could stay with her like this forever.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Yolanda couldn’t believe what had happened. For the fourth time in as many days, Lawrence had been intimate with her. She might as well go over to Liz’s and tell her the whole story. First, the dry fucking on the kitchen counter then the phone sex, the kissing at the bakery, and oral sex. My God! She hadn’t been this active with her last boyfriend.

  Maybe there was something to this younger-man thing.

  She didn’t know if it was the fact it had been a long time since she’d fucked a man or the stress of her work, but she’d let her guard down. She’d given in to her feelings too fast without thinking things through.

  But would that have really helped? It would have just postponed the inevitable.

  One thing was for certain. He blew her mind. She’d never experienced anything like his tongue. Oh God. Lawrence’s tongue. Just repeating it in her mind made her quiver.

  She’d tried to move her legs, but he took hold of them and began kissing them.

  “Don’t leave yet. I’m not finished.”

  “Not finished?”

  “I want to make you come again. I love the way you sound, and I love the way you taste.”

  He trailed kisses up and down her wet inner thighs. When he reached her opening, he quickly swiped his tongue over her soaked lips. His soft hair brushed against her thighs, surprising her. “Oh!”

  “That’s it. Come for me again. Do it like you did over the phone.”

  “Yes! Yes!”

  He slowly worked his way along her outer pussy lips. His tongue traveled over the surface until he reached the point where her outer and inner labia were close together. He shifted, licking her inner lip from where it started and then between the two, probing the seam with his tongue and lapping both surfaces.

  Her body went into hyperdrive. She’d gotten so dizzy with lust rational thought had flown out the window. She wanted to stop him. Not because she felt guilty about what was happening, but because Liz had a habit of entering into her home without knocking.

  She shouldn’t have given her a house key.

  As she opened her legs wider, she let her head fall back against the chair. Her panting came short and rapid, meaning another orgasm was on its way and there was no way to stop it. He felt so good, made her feel so good. And knowing he was younger and related to her best friend created an even more erotic situation, forbidden—and yes, kinky.

  “Oh please, yes, deeper.” She heard herself saying the words, but it seemed as though they came from another body.

  “You don’t even have to ask, but I love the way you beg.”

  Lawrence continued his assault, as she lay back, enjoying the sensations. He twirled his tongue into her pussy and hit the magic spot.

  “Oh!” Yolanda nearly came off the chair. She grabbed his hair again, and even though he wore it in a buzz cut, she still got a pretty good grip on it. “Hurry, Lawrence, hurry!”

  Instead, he took his time, his tongue hitting every inch of her pussy. From her vaginal walls, to her clit, under and over and all around, there wasn’t a centimeter missed.

  She stiffened as her climax built and clasped her hand over her mouth, afraid to let out the primal scream she knew was coming.

  He sucked harder and inserted two fingers while flicking his tongue over her clit.

  She screamed the roof off, her whole body shaking with her release.

  Once her breathing evened, Lawrence slowly moved up her body. He took her face in his hands and planted kisses all over, ending with a deep, soul-burning kiss on the lips. “I think this was better than the phone sex. What do you think?”

  She couldn’t speak, only stared at him as he stood over her. Dazed and confused, she tried pulling herself upright in the chair. However, her body was a wet noodle.

  “Get up, honey,” Lawrence said, as he stepped back.

  She couldn’t help but obey, his voice so commanding sent something to her nervous system. She rose onto shaky legs.

  “Lawrence, we’re going to have to stop this until we tell them. We’re really sneaking behind their backs.”

  He gave her a wicked grin. “Yeah, makes it kinkier doesn’t it?”

  “Would you like to do it on the front lawn then?”

  “Mmm, I would love an audience. But I think we better deal with this first.”

  Yolanda smacked his shoulder. “No really.” It was a little a hypocritical since she felt the same way. But someone had to stop this runaway train. “We’re gonna have to behave.”

  “I don’t know about you, but it won’t be easy.”

  “It’ll be rough on me, too.” Every time he was in her presence, she wanted to reach over and touch him…or more.

  He rubbed the bridge of her nose with his finger. “No regrets though?”

  “No.” And she meant it.

  He grabbed his jacket off the couch while she straightened herself out.

  “You still want to go with your plan?”

  “Yeah. And let’s not over think it. The more we do, we
’ll end up talking ourselves out of it.”

  She nodded. She followed him to the door and waited while he strode across the street. He walked like a man who had the world on a string.

  Back in the house, she put her hand on her forehead and stared at the floor. This had to be some crazy dream. She’d let a younger man, who happened to be her best friend’s nephew, eat her out.

  And she’d enjoyed it.

  “Oh Lord.” She threw herself on the couch and leaned her head back. Even though she felt a little guilty about what happened, her body was still on fire.

  Knowing Liz might pop over at any moment, Yolanda got up and straightened the room, adding a spray of her favorite air freshener to hide the scent of sex. When she returned to her laptop, she was relieved to see her client didn’t want another change. As she tweaked the final code and ran through the website for the umpteenth time, her doorbell rang. After a moment’s hesitation, she went to the door. It was Liz.

  “Hey.” She smiled weakly then forced herself to amp it up.

  “Hey. Sorry to bust in on you, but I forgot to send this along with Lawrence.” Liz gave her a Pyrex tray.

  “Thanks. I wondered where I put it.” She led her best friend into the kitchen.

  “You should have known I had it.” Liz chuckled.

  “I think I’m almost done with this one client. I’ll be glad, too, because I’m getting bored with the website.”

  “Hopefully, you’ll be finished by the party.”

  “It won’t matter. I’m still coming no matter what.”

  “Speaking of which,” Liz said and reached into her purse, pulling out a piece of paper, “we need to get this to-do list checked off.”

  “What’s left?” Yolanda reached over and took the list. “Oh, liquor. Can’t forget that.”

  Liz smirked. “I’m kinda hesitant on the booze. According to Lawrence, most of his frat brothers still act like they’re on campus.”

  “Hmm, maybe nonalcoholic beverages, and we just tell them it’s the real thing.”

  “That’s a plan.”

  Despite the fact they weren’t talking about anything deep, Yolanda still felt stressed, so much so, that even the thought of fresh doughnuts didn’t appeal to her.

  Here she sat next her best friend and neighbor and less than two hours ago, said best friend’s nephew ate her pussy like there was no tomorrow.

  She sat there a moment, thinking. They weren’t having any real interesting conversations, and Liz was in her usual jovial mood. It seemed like the perfect moment to tell her the truth, to take her by the hand and let her know her feelings for Lawrence.

  Maybe if she hinted.

  “Okay, it seems like we have everything on track. Except for this.” Liz pointed to the last item. DJ stuff.

  “What’s that?”

  “Well, since you’re the neighborhood techno-geek, I wondered if you could hook up the basement with tunes and stuff.”

  “I’m sure I could rig something. What are we going for? House music, heavy metal, rap—”

  “House.”

  “I’ll see what I can do.” She grinned at Liz’s snappy response. “I’ll have to come over to make sure you’re even wired for sound.”

  “Oh yeah. I don’t know what kind of system we have down there really.” Liz rose to leave, looking excited and ready to party “Okay, I think we have it down. It’s going to be a packed house.”

  “For sure. I’ll come by and check out everything Wednesday. I have errands to run Thursday.” She paused, working up her courage. “Um, Liz?”

  “Yeah?”

  She gazed at her best friend’s face. So cute, perky, and pixie-like. She could only imagine how it would crumble if she told her the truth. “Nothing. I’ll be over Wednesday.”

  “That’s fine.”

  Yolanda followed her to the door and waved as she crossed the street. She blew out a nerve-laden breath. She’d chickened out. But maybe it was better she had. Lawrence was right. They both needed to sit Liz and Hank down for this sort of news.

  ***

  It was late Wednesday afternoon, and Lawrence was restless. He paced the floor. The situation was still not resolved and the party was Saturday. He and Yolanda hadn’t said anything to his aunt and uncle. Something needed to be done.

  Setting his resolve, he decided this would be the day they told them. She would be here rigging the basement. Perfect timing.

  His aunt peeked her head in his bedroom doorway.

  “Hey, Lizzy, what are you and Uncle Hank doing today?” he asked, intent on getting them in a great mood before he sprang the big news.

  “Watching Yolanda hook up the sound system and lights.”

  “Ah, that’s right. Making it a disco stage down there.” He laughed and walked to the bed to retrieve his jacket. “I have something for you two.”

  “Oh?”

  “Here.” He handed her two passes to the latest play and dinner at their favorite restaurant. “You and Hank have been so good to me before and after college. And you’ve been waiting on me hand and foot since I got back. So I want you two to go enjoy yourselves.”

  “Gee, honey, thanks.” Aunt Lizzy gawked at the tickets. “Wow! This show has been sold out for months. And I love this restaurant. We haven’t been there in, oh, ages.”

  “Which is why I got them. Okay, you two hurry up and get ready. The show starts in an hour and half.”

  “But Yolanda.”

  “She doesn’t need you guys hovering over her shoulder. Besides, I’ll be more help to her if she needs wiring or anything.”

  Lizzy cocked her head and smirked. “Yeah, I see your point.” Reaching over, she hugged him and kissed his cheek. “Thanks so much.” She ran down the hall, hollering for Uncle Hank.

  Lawrence sat in his chair and patted himself on the back. So far so good. Of course, this wasn’t the tricky part.

  When Lizzy told him a couple of days ago Yolanda had agreed to wire the basement, his mind went to work fast. He had pulled a lot of strings and greased a few palms to get those tickets, but it was worth it. At least, he hoped it would be—he would soon see.

  An hour later, Lizzy popped her head back in his room. “We’re leaving. Try to give Yolanda as much help as she needs.”

  He looked up from the book he’d been reading, and smirked. His aunt was dressed to the nines, her emerald green slip dress shimmering in the light. And she was working those four-inch stilettos. “Will do. You two have a great time.”

  When she left, he ran to the window and watched them get into the car. About five minutes after they’d driven off, he grabbed his phone and made a call.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Just as Yolanda finished getting herself together to go to Liz’s, her cell rang. “Hello?”

  “Come on over. The basement is clean and clear.”

  “Thanks, Lawrence, and tell Hank to make sure he turns off the circuit breaker.”

  “Will do.”

  She put down a bowl of kitty mix for Buster and grabbed her keys. She trotted across the street and rang the bell.

  Lawrence answered the door. “Hey there. Ready to turn our boring basement into Disco Central?”

  He looked sexy even casual. “Yes, I brought my other laptop, which has a lot of downloads and a great stereo sound to test things out.”

  “Cool!” He waved her inside the house and led her to the basement.

  She glanced around the space, imagining how it would look when she was finished. “Um, where’s Liz and Hank? I want them to come check everything out to see if they like it. Did they turn off the circuit breaker?”

  “Oh. I sent them out for the rest of the afternoon and evening.”

  Standing at the counter, she stopped fiddling with her computer. “What? Why?”

  “I’m thinking today is the day we tell them.”

  She sat down hard with a thud. “I see.”

  “You knew it was going to come to this.”

  “I know.
”

  “I hoped by sending them on a romantic night on the town, they would be more sympathetic to our situation.”

  Yolanda chuckled. “I don’t know, honey. Our situation is not normal.”

  He frowned. “What do you mean not normal? It’s normal in the sense we have two good-looking, grown people who are attracted to each other.” He raised his hand to stop her from speaking. “All right, the circumstances surrounding the relationship are a bit…different.”

  “That’s an understatement.”

  “Come on, let’s hook this place up. They won’t be home for hours. You need help with something?” He moved next to her and placed his hand on her shoulder.

  “No, I’m fine so far.” Despite how comforting his touch felt, she quickly got busy. She wasn’t sure about his plan.

  “Okay. I promised Aunt Lizzy I would help you in any way I can. Just tell me what you need.”

  “An answer to our problem.”

  “That would be divine intervention,” he quipped.

  She rolled her eyes and turned to the task at hand. There wasn’t much to do as far as running wire. The builders had already rigged the basement for sound.

  She glanced at him. “Why haven’t you guys used this room as an entertainment area?”

  “Aunt Lizzy and Uncle Hank are not the party people type, if you know what I mean.” He chuckled.

  Yolanda plugged the stereo cable into the laptop and tested the sound. Unhappy with the results, she readjusted the speakers and tweaked the computer-controlled audio panel until music flowed through the room. She closed her eyes, enjoying how the bass notes of the jam playing pulsed against her skin while the singer’s voice caressed her ears. Perfect.

  Lawrence touched her arm, and she opened her eyes. “Let’s take a break.”

  “Sure.” She followed him to the kitchen, where he poured them both a glass of lemonade. “It should be a real nice party.”

  “Hopefully, we won’t disturb the neighbors.”

  “You invited them all, remember?”