THE HOTTIE NEXT DOOR

June 14, 2018 [WILDLY KRAZY]—At the time, I was 19-years of age, a freshman in college, and had only been with two other guys back in high school; and neither lasted more than two minutes. Thus, for me, sex was pretty much useless; beings I produced my own orgasms through regular masturbation and a vibrator.

I was still living with my parents at the time while I went to college. My dad was 42-years of age, while my mom rocked 41-years of age.

It was early spring when he moved into the house next door, as a single man. He was tall, muscular, brown hair, blues eyes, and supported a short-trimmed beard, fade hairstyle, and arm tribal sleeve tattoos that covered both arms—wrist to shoulder. He was 31-years of age, too.

Often times, I would catch my mom glancing and staring at the next door stud. Nothing bad towards my dad, or anything, but the new hottie next door was, by far, better looking, and better in shape. I, myself, constantly checked him out when he mowed the grass, walked outside to check the mail, or walked to his car. Truly, I cannot blame my mom for wanting to stare, just a bit; after all, he put every guy I personally knew to shame.

There were a few times that I would purposely walk outside wearing slutty clothing, such as booty-shorts, skirts, or very low-cut denim shorts, just to try and get his attention. For instance, one afternoon he was outside standing next to his red and black Camaro, looking at his cell phone, after he spent damn near all day washing the car, so I walk outside wearing very tight booty-shorts and a tank top. I open the passenger door of my car, and bent over right in front of him, with my knees in the passenger seat—leaning and bending over as far as I could—reaching over into the driver seat, pretending I needed something. There was nothing I needed in my car—I just wanted to show my ass and my nearly virgin pussy off to the hottie next door.

It worked, too, as I caught him glancing a few times, trying not to get caught.

Often days, I would even wave at him and smile, hoping he would take the hint and come fuck me while my parents were gone…

Rarely did he ever smile when I waved at him, but that is what made him even hotter. All of the guys my age were immature, horn dogs that would fuck anything that walked, and they were constantly thirsty—constantly chasing pussy—but rarely succeeding; however, the hottie next door never seemed interested, as if pussy was not a priority.

The hottie next door walked with confidence, seemed easy-going as he often wore shorts and a basic-plain tee, and he was well put-together, as well. His hair and beard were always neatly faded and trimmed, and he always seemed clean, even when he was sweaty and dirty. The guy looked and dressed impressive even when he mowed grass, or worked outside. Always, he wore a sleeveless shirt or tank top, along with athletic shorts, when he worked outside, getting sweaty and dirty; that was it… He was laid-back in his appearance, but he pulled it off well, because he was himself—being a rugged man with a great body and hygiene.

Whereas, guys my age, tried too much… They worried too much about what others thought of them, and always tried to impress the ladies with the latest fashion, clothes and gear.

Thus, unlike the thirsty guys at school, who often begged and tried to fuck me, the hottie paid no attention to my booty-shorts and slutty outfits, besides the occasional, uninterested glance.

On the weekends, I noticed hottie often brought home the occasional one-night stand and hookup, and I always thought to myself, "lucky chick…"

"How did they pull it off? How did they attract the attention of the strong-silent hottie?" I often asked myself.

It was on a Thursday, in July of that year, when I noticed hottie outside washing his Camaro, so I decided to go outside and start a conversation. I was wearing ripped denim shorts and a white tee that contrasted with my tan skin.

"That is a nice car," I said to hottie as I walked into his driveway while he scrubbed and washed his car.

"Hey! Thanks… Hopefully it doesn't rain now that I spent three hours washing and waxing it," hottie said, smiling.

He was drenched in sweat and water as his sleeveless tee shirt clung to his muscular chest. In all honesty, I wanted to rape him right there, on top of his Camaro.

"Ya…I would never drive that out in the rain, if I owned it," I said.

"Ya, she's only for dry weather," hottie said, smiling.

"When are you going to take me for a ride?" I asked, smiling and playfully laughing.

"Whenever you want… Do you live with your parents?" he asked.

"Ya, until I finish my freshman year of college. I plan on getting an apartment after that," I said.

"Wow…freshman, huh? Nineteen? Twenty?" he asked.

"Nineteen," I replied.

"Nice…those are the best years," he said, smiling.

"Ya, it's okay… It's been pretty boring so far—just constantly studying," I replied back.

"So, what do you do?" I asked.

"I'm an electrician," he said.

"From what I hear, electricians make good money…" I said.

"Ya, it's not bad—I can't complain. What're you going to school for?" he asked.

"Journalism and communications—I want to be a reporter," I said.

"Like one on TV, or a reporter that writes for newspapers and internet articles?" he asked.

"I want to be an anchorwoman…a newscaster… Yes, like one on TV," I replied, smiling.

"That's pretty cool… Friday?" he said.

"Friday? What's happening Friday?" I asked.

"You wanted to ride in the Camaro… I can take you Friday afternoon after I get off from work. Do you have night classes?" he asked.

"No…no…I'm free Friday any time after three," I replied.

"Awesome. Stop by around five-thirty and I'll take you for a ride. I'm going to go take a shower—I'll see you Friday," he said smiling.

"Okay," I said, smiling, as I walked back to my house next door.

I prepared that entire week, waiting for the ride. I went out and bought a new outfit; got my hair trimmed and layered; a pedicure, and I shaved my pussy.

That Friday, I walked next door and knocked on his door. He answered and invited me in. I was wearing black leggings; bright neon yellow and green tennis shoes, and a neon green tank top, with a black sports bra. I did not wear panties.

He was dressed in camouflage cargo shorts, and a black cut-off, sleeveless shirt, wearing red and black tennis shoes.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked?

"Ya…sure," I said, kind of nervous, but excited at the same time.

From his house, we drove several miles until we reached downtown—mid city. His car smelt fresh and clean, with a hint of men's cologne, as I constantly glanced at his chest-side-pecks that protruded from the side of his sleeveless shirt, while his tattoos enhanced his muscles.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked.

"No…no girlfriend," he said, smiling.

"What about you? Any lucky guy?" he asked, with a grin.

At that point, I was ready to make my move, because I was not walking away without being laid by the hottie next door. I played the game…like any girl would.

"No…my sex life is pretty boring; haven't been with a guy in several months—long overdue," I said, laughing.

"Really? I don't believe it…" he said, smiling.

"What?! Why not?! I honestly haven't slept with anyone in forever…I'm a good girl," I said, playfully laughing.

"Riiiiighhtttt…You're way too out-going to be a good girl… You don't have to lie to kick it. I know you're not a good girl because you're not wearing panties," he said, with a devilish grin.

"What?! How did you know I wasn't wearing panties?!" I asked, laughing and shocked at the same time.

He was good—damn good—and that is what made him so sexy. He was laid-back, and easy to talk to and have fun with.

"I can see your camel toe," he said, laughing.

"Oh my god! You've been looking at my pussy?" I asked, laughing.

"Well ya…it's a nice pussy…why wouldn't I?" he asked, with a playful smile.

"You're bad… You are a bad person," I said, laughing.

"So are you…" he said, smiling.

"Nope—I'm a good girl," I said, with a flirtatious smile.

"Good girls wear panties. Is it shaved, trimmed, or bushy?" he asked, laughing…

"Oh my god…you're a bad person… It's shaved, why?" I asked, laughing.

"Let me see." he said, with a mischief smile.

"Oh my god…are you serious?" I asked with a shocked, but excited smile.

"As a heart attack," he said, with a smirk.

I pulled down my leggings to below my butt cheeks, and immediately, he leans over and starts rubbing my clit with his pointer and index fingers, using his right hand. Damn, it felt amazing, too, as my legs instinctively parted and spread open, revealing my pussy even more.

He rubbed my clit, causing my legs to open wider, as my pussy gushed. Thirty seconds later, he stops.

"Don't stop," I said, with a playful smile.

"See, you're a bad, bad person," he said, with a devilish smile.

"So what—keep going," I said, laughing.

Oh my god—he knew what he was doing, too—far better than the two guys I had been with in the past. Every thirty-seconds or so he would rub my clit, and then run his pointer and index fingers down my pussy, slowly entering and rubbing my g-spot. He did this combination as my legs spread as far open as I could spread them inside of the Camaro. Meanwhile, while he fingered me and drove, I had pulled his cock out, stroking it with my left hand until I was on the verge of an orgasm.

"Oh my god…oh my god," I moaned, as my ass left the seat and my back arched. I was seconds away from cumming when he quit.

"Don't stop…don't stop," I said, as I went to finger my pussy myself. The urge to cum overwhelmed my body, as my pussy throbbed. As I went to rub my clit, he grabs my hand, preventing me from masturbating.

At this point, I was thrusting my pelvic and ass back and forth, as if I was fucking an imaginary dick; I was horny and wet as Hell, and I needed a dick inside of me.

I leaned over and started sucking his dick, while I stroked it with my left hand. As I leaned over, he fingered me from behind using his index and pointer, rubbing my g-spot, while fingering my asshole with his thumb.

I rocked back and forth on his fingers while I sucked his cock, as pussy juice ran down both legs.

At this point, I had already taken off my leggings and tennis shoes—I was ready to fuck.

"Stay down," he said.

I look up and see my parents outside doing yard work as he pulls into his driveway. I had told my parents that a friend was picking me up to go to the mall. I did not expect my parents home so soon.

"Damn…my parents are outside," I said, frantically.

"I know—stay down and I'll pull into the garage," he said all calm, cool, and collect.

Once he pulls into the garage, and shuts the garage door, he says to me, "get your sexy ass in the house."

Like the horny slut that I was that day, I followed orders.

Once we made it inside the house, I immediately ran over and started kissing him while stroking his cock with my left hand. He then picks me up, sliding his dick into my wet pussy, as I wrap my legs around his waist. With both hands on both butt cheeks, he fucks me all the way into his bedroom, throwing me on the bed once we entered the room.

On my back, I spread my legs as he slides between them. He immediately starts kissing my neck, and then down to my pelvic area, gently nibbling on my pussy lips, teasing my clit. From there, he kisses up my body until he reaches my nipples. For about a minute he takes turns licking and sucking both nipples, until he finally reaches my clit.

He sucked and licked my clit while, simultaneously, fingered my pussy, rubbing my g-spot with his index and pointer finger.

Within a minute, my back arches—about to cum—and then he stops, again. From there, I try to finger myself, again, in order to achieve an orgasm, but he grabs my hand, preventing me. From there, he starts sucking and licking my nipples, again, for about thirty seconds, until he proceeds to eat my pussy once more.

Within seconds, as he licked my clit and fingered my g-spot, I cum for the first time, ever, during sex. It was massive, and did not stop, either. As I am in the middle of an orgasm, he quickly flips me over, doggy-style, furiously fucking me from behind, as he grabs both my tits, forcing me to arch back towards him. All the while, his dick rubbed against my g-spot, causing me to cum, again, within seconds of the first orgasm.

Just like the first, the second orgasm felt like it lasted forever as he pounded me from behind, forcing my face into the pillow, while he grabbed the back of my neck with his right hand.

"Get on top," he demanded, as he pulled out and rolled over on his back.

I cannot describe how wet I was, as my pussy still quivered and trembled, while my legs shook from the continuous and never-ending orgasm. It did not help, either, having a fat dick that filled and stretched my tight pussy to the brim, hitting my g-spot, continuously.

On top, I violently rode his fat dick while he grabbed both tits, with both hands, until he pulls his dick out, forcing me up against his chest, as he nuts all over my ass.

From there, I called my parents and told them I was staying the night at my friends house, lying… After a shower, and right before bed, I had another orgasm. Three in a single day.