Old Neighbors Never Fade They Teasingly Sway My Way
written by:
Little tommy D.

Old Neighbors Never Fade They Teasingly Sway My Way

When I was twelve, Widow Clark, out next door neighbor, passed away one Saturday morning. I remember the day well as school had just ended for the year and I was sleeping in when I heard the sirens fade in front of our house. I peeked out the window and saw them carrying her out on a gurney. Mother told me later that she had died after being admitted to the hospital. The house sat empty for two months as the final legal operations settled for the family. I had always secretly thought that Mr. Clark was Superman because his name was Kent Clark, never realizing that I always had the names reversed in my mind. During the third month a new family took ownership of the house and moved in quickly over the Memorial Day holiday. On that Monday, there was a knock on our door and when Mom opened it, she had to look down as the caller was a cute blonde five-year-old who held her hand out and I heard her tell Mom, "I'm Sybil Taylor. I live next door. You can call me Sibs. What's your name?"

Mom invited Sibs in and told her that I was Mark and that she was Phyllis. Mom gave her a glass of the fresh lemonade she had just made and Sibs sat at the table talking with Mom as if she were an adult. Mom found that they had moved from Richmond because her Daddy had bought the Ford dealership from our own retiring long-time dealer. When Sibs was ready to leave, she reached in her pocket and gave Mom and me a business-like card with her name, address and phone number. As she left the front porch, she turned and said, "I'll be seeing you around. Bye." Mom turned to me with a huge grin and said, "Mark, you could take a few lessons from that sweetie." I grumbled, upset because a five year-old had upstaged me with my own Mom.

But my grumbles didn't last too long. Even though there was seven years difference in our ages, Sibs and I became great buddies mostly because she was wise beyond her years, smart as a whip, and interested in the same things as me--baseball, cowboy movies, and climbing through the hills that surrounded our town. We grew up together like two peas in a pod. She was my Prom date my senior year even though she was just in the sixth grade. No one made any smart remarks about it because many had already felt the wrath of Sibs over one thing or another. I remember distinctly taking her to her door after the post-Prom visit to the local in spot--Hot Dog Heaven. I took her to the door and started to head across the yard to my house when she stopped me in my tracks by grabbing my arm and saying, "Don't I get a goodnight kiss like all the other Prom dates, Mark?" I had never considered kissing her because of her age and grade. For God's sake, she was only eleven.

But, I relinquished and gave her the kiss of her life and found that she had obviously been practicing. She gave me tongue, lots of tongue while dropping her arms and grabbing me around the ass. You know what came next without me telling you. My dick got hard. Hell, I'm a seventeen year-old senior in high school. My dick gets hard looking at the Wicked Witch of the West in the Wizard of Oz! And here I stood hugging an eleven year-old sixth grader with a hard dick sticking in her stomach. I became nervous, really nervous when I thought of the consequences should I have been caught by her Dad or a neighbor. I pulled away from her swiftly and saw her grinning at me with that knowing look on her face. She stepped closer and whispered, "Mark, thank you for a grand time at your Prom. A double thanks for my first date kiss. It makes me sad to think that we'll no longer be as close this next year with you away at college. You won't forget me will you?" And so help me God, that eleven year-old reached out and grabbed my tented dick and squeezed it softly as she continued, "I wish I were older, Mark, but save some of that for me for later when I am." And she opened the door and stepped inside while I stood there in shock, certain that I heard sobs coming from her as the door closed.

That summer was a mix of our attending a few movies cautiously holding hands and sneaking a few kisses. I had to fight her off when she attempted to put my hand up her skirt on two occasions. We lived dangerously one Saturday afternoon when few were in the dark theater when I lost control after her begging me for ten minutes so I weakened and let her jack me off and lick my cum from her hand. I admit it was thrilling and worth the risk but that was the only time. I stayed relatively busy working for my Dad. Sibs and I were together at two swimming pool parties but never alone, I attended her twelfth Birthday party, she attended my eighteenth the night before Dad packed me up and took me two hundred miles away to the small private school where I would devote my time to becoming an actuary. She wrote frequently and her letters were newsy, relevant, and wiser than most of my classmates. We saw each other at Christmas, exchanged gifts, and attended the same parties but fate kept us apart. I stayed at school in the summers either taking classes or getting work credits at a local insurer so we drifted even farther apart. In the second semester of my junior year, her letter shocked me when I read that her Dad had sold his dealership and bought a new one in Phoenix, a growing city that offered more opportunity for his Ford products.

It was a let-down when I arrived home for Christmas that year. No Sibs to greet me, no gifts to exchange; only the card that was on my dresser when I unpacked. I read it with tears in my eyes knowing that we might never see each other again. I went back to school and threw myself into the process of graduating at mid-year. I proudly strutted across the stage in front of my parents, grandparents, fellow students, and the strangers who heard my name announced as a Magna Cum Laude graduate. My job had already been secured so when I arrived home two days post-graduation, I was ready for work. The next six years was filled with hope and growth. I had received two promotions and was now an assistant Vice-President, head of the 23 person department and active in community affairs and local civic clubs. Life was treating me well. One morning as I sat in my office, a counterpart from another department stopped by and asked if I would prefer to walk to the noon meeting of the downtown club. It was a perfect day so I agreed. We talked as we walked and the stroll was invigorating and healthy.

After the luncheon, the speakers, the chit-chat among other members, we began our route back to the office. We arrived at an intersection just following the change of light that allowed us to cross. My companion, Stan, nudged me in the rib and whispered, "Would you take a look at that tight ass swaying away in front of us. Makes one hungry again when you think of how good that pussy would taste." I grinned at him, turned my gaze toward the light gray tight skirt and my heart stopped. I recognized that walk, God did I recognize that walk. I stopped in the middle of the street and at the top of my voice, I yelled, "Sibs! Is that you Sibs?" Stan looked at me as if I had gone crazy, but she turned, stopped and her hand went up in the air and she yelled back, "Mark! Mark, it is you!" She ran and jumped at me as I grabbed her waist and swung her around in the street ignoring the other walkers and horns blasting at us. She kissed me hard as I carried her to the sidewalk and sat her down on the pavement. I turned to Stan and said, "Stan, this is Sibs, my old neighbor, my best pal, and my missing years. Sibs, meet Stan Crest." They nodded at each other.

I asked, "Where were you going in such a hurry?"

"To your office. I just flew in at eleven this morning, checked in to the Sheraton and was on the way to see you. Geez, you're even more handsome than the last time I saw you."

"And you, Sibs. You're no longer my skinny twelve year-old buddy. You are quite the striking figure of a beautiful and dazzling woman. Come on with us and I'll sign out for the afternoon. We'll go catch up on each other. This is going to be a great afternoon of old times."

She smiled, punched my arm and asked, "How about the new times? Don't they get an airing? I'm moving back home. That's why I'm here."

I told her that my parents had retired and moved to 'The Villages,' that I still lived in the old home place, but modernized after I took over. She asked about her old home and I said that the people who lived there weren't very friendly, but that they were moving out this coming weekend. She grinned and told me, "Yes, I know. I didn't renew their lease because I intended to come home so I'll be your neighbor again." I stopped short in the middle of the sidewalk, put my arms around her saying, "You weren't kidding about coming home? You're really moving back here?" She stared in his eyes and answered, "While we're standing here, the truck is on its way with what little I am moving. I intend to refurnish and remodel when I get settled. I didn't tell you but I took a job as the accountant for the Memorial Hospital system. I have a degree in Medical Accounting and Administration. I became interested in the field after Dad had his cancer and I helped with the bills and payments as Mom couldn't understand any of it with her mild dementia. Now, let's get out of the middle of the sidewalk before someone bashes us." I nodded and saw the looks we were getting so we continued walking to my office.

When we turned the corner and started down the street toward our houses I heard Sib's sobbing, I reached in the side pocket and pulled a tissue and handed her. She wiped her eyes, and through a shaky, teary voice, she was softly saying, "I'm sorry about the tears but the great memories of this street came flashing by and I couldn't stop the emotional impact it had on me. The best years of my life so far were on this street, all fueled by our close and fierce friendship. Do you know that I never went to another Prom? It would have been a let-down that could never match the one you took me to your senior year. I couldn't spoil to memory of that one."

I nervously laughed and answered, "I could never forget it either, Sibs. You made me so nervous that night. Your age scared me."

"Yeah, I can imagine that now but I was naive and deeply in love with you even then and unaware of the legal implications. But I certain still remember how your body reacted to my insistence on a goodnight kiss. You can't begin to know the excitement that your erection gave me. I'm sorry I embarrassed you when I grabbed it and squeezed. It was a first for me and I couldn't resist touching what I had created."

'Well, for your information, I wasn't embarrassed, I actually loved it, but again, your age scared me to death. I'd still be in prison had we been caught that night."

"I know that now and I'm sorry for putting you in that position. Thank goodness we're both of age now."

She stood on his walkway and surveyed her old home while I parked the car and opened the door. There hadn't been much change since the last time she saw it, but that was to be expected. Tenants don't improve property and her Dad had authorized very little over the years. Now that he had deeded the house to her, she can make the changes she wants.

I waved her in, showed her around whole she studied the changes I had made. When we turned into the master bedroom, she stopped at the doorway and shouted, "Holy Hell, Mark! This is amazing the way it's changed. It's fantastic! I need you to give me some pointers."

I told her I had knocked the wall out and combined the small bedroom with the larger, had pulled the tub from the bath and put in a door-less walk-in shower with a seating area, water controls at the seat level, had built-in the dressers, the desk, the knee-hole seating with full wall mirror about the top and a few others male oriented changes. After the bedroom, I took her to the kitchen and she was more turned on than her sight of the master bedroom. She turned to me and shot loudly, "Yep, I think I've found me designer. What you've done is remarkable." I patted her shoulder and softly replied, "Glad you like it, I'll help you, but now let's mix a drink and sit on the patio. You haven't seen it yet."

Her avid excitement didn't calm much when she saw the patio with the brick, built-in bar-b-cue pit, storage drawers, and small fountain behind it. We drank our gin and tonics quickly, had another, and spent the time bringing ourselves up to date. Along about four-thirty, she asked to use the bathroom and I nodded, saying, "You know where it is so help yourself. Sibs make this home and do what you want. If fact, we'll move you from the hotel tomorrow and you stay here until your house is ready for you." She smiled and waved as she started through the kitchen.

When she came back to the patio, she stood in front of me, paused a moment and then moved her seat to be closer to me. I was sipping a new drink and saw her staring into the backyard, obviously thinking about something deeply. What I couldn't know was that she was contemplating in her thoughts at that moment about her desire that she felt. Her thought was---'I am hurting badly, so badly, I want him right now and there. But, Could I? Should I dare attempt to fuck him there in the lounge chair? No, it can't be. I decided against it as it wouldn't be proper because his neighbors could see us if they ventured outside.' So instead, I just met his look with a sly wanton grin and said, "Mark, I don't want to talk any longer. I don't want you to talk either; what I want, what I have only wanted for the last twelve years is for you to fuck me."

I wasn't shocked. I knew it was coming. I believed her and even though I felt it was looming, it still stunned me because she voiced it. I sat up straighter in the lounge and answered "Sibs, If that's what you want, that is what I also want. It's been a long time developing, hasn't it?"

She grabbed my hand and replied, "Way too long for me, Mark. But I told you it's not the time to talk anymore."

"Okay, you did and I'll close my mouth."

She suddenly reached across my lap with her left hand, placed it on my fly, found my dick underneath the thin wool fabric and squeezed it for the second time, smiling as she did so. I must have been really ready for her because it grew toward hard instantly as she now lovingly stroked the hardening shaft. Her eyes spoke her burning desire as she gazed directly in my smiling face.

"Mark, just fuck me, please. Let's move to the master bedroom where we can make it happen with the dignity it deserves after those long years of waiting."

She leaned into me and kissed me as she whispered, "I love your sexy lips and I want them on both sets of my lips."

I took her hand and pulled her from her chair. I led her toward me and put my hand slowly up her top, tenderly palming her right tit, kneading it as I could hear her emitting something akin to a soft purring. I had my tongue working with her tongue as I continued, squeezing her tit while my free hand got busy working her ass. I stepped close enough to push my stiff dick into her abdomen and through the kiss; I knew she had gasped with the memory of her eleventh year and her first encounter with a hard on.

We broke the grope and went through the kitchen, down the hallway and through the door where she hurriedly ushered me in and led me to the bed and left me standing while she flopped down in front of me. Sibs was now sitting on the edge of the bed, kicking her shoes off when I stepped up sat down. She immediately slid across my legs, repositioned herself and straddled my thighs with her hands around my neck.

I took the initiative and worked her breast out the top of her blouse and sucked on her hardened nipple as she wriggled in my lap reveling in the feeling of my sucking and massaging her ass. The silky fabric of the blouse was holding tight across her tit and was holding it in place for me as if it was being served for my pleasure.

I moved one hand from her ass and ran it up her thigh. She moaned audibly and sighed when I bounced it off the sheer panties covering her pussy. I pulled the side of the panties up and put my hand under them searching the warmth and knowing that her pussy was all the wetter for the anxiety she felt over our finally coming together as adults preparing to have sex.

She had managed to open my fly and she easily slipped my proud, thick pulsating hard-on into her hand. I couldn't take it any longer so I stood her up and then stood and dropped my pants to the floor. She swiftly took liberty and pushed my blue boxer shorts down to free my dick and balls from the confinement of my clothing. Believe me when I say that I was now smoldering hot as my dick stood out and flexed in the air. Sibs dropped to her knees and wasted little time in striking at my dick with both hands and her mouth. While she engulfed and then sucked my dick, she eagerly fondled my balls, I was busy removing my shirt. She suddenly leapt from her knees and stood in front of me waiting for me to remove her bra and the sheer thong panties. Instead of dropping them, I swiftly put them to my nose and sniffed the wet crotch lining, throwing my head back as I inhaled the aroma of Sibs pussy as I stood there knowing it was finally soon to be mine to do with as I pleased. I continued to inhale her aroma while she had returned to her knees and was once again sucking the head of my dick. I hadn't had sex in a long time and it was firing me up quickly, too quickly. When I felt my balls begin to contract, I backed away from her sucking, and pulled her to her feet.

I pushed her backwards on the bed, leaned up and opened her legs wide as I admired her damp, appealing pussy. I braced myself and knelt confidently between her legs; my hands stroking the inside of her thighs as she shivered from the anticipation of my lips and tongue. I lay between Sibs legs and I quickly, hungrily, slurped her juicy wet folds into my wet, warm mouth, sucking them while plunging my tongue in to taste the sweetness and flavor of her aromatic flowing juice.

Nothing is better when everything goes right and this turned out to be exactly right for us. As I fucked her with my mouth she had a grasp on my hair as my tongue fucked her insides until she felt the waves of joy shooting through her. It only took just about five minutes after I had started my tongue fucking the innards of her pussy. Her lower body violently shuddered as the explosion deep inside her trembled outward. She screamed, but it was only heard in the confines of my bedroom as was her second scream when she continued to cum with a frenzy of movement, grating her vulva viciously against my still working mouth.

As she began to calm and her shuddering ceased, I crawled up on the bed and lay beside her, easily tweaking her right nipple. In some three minutes, she lifted her head, looked at me with dreamy eyes and a shy grin on her lips. She touched my cheek, rose upwards, threw her left leg over me and mounted my dick. She lowered herself slowly, my thick dick stretching her wet, slippery pussy around my thickness and she leaned forward for me to stuff her tit in my mouth. My tongue lashed at her nipple as she drove herself down hard, taking my dick deep inside her pussy. Sibs was visibly having jolts of intense pleasure flowing throughout her entire body, igniting more desire and vanquishing any lingering remnants of any inhibitions that either of us had ever had in the past.

She had begun a pattern of rolling her hips back and forth, grinding them against me. She bent down to my ear and whispered, "Mark, I'm ready for you to fuck me. Come on now and fuck me!" I got the message and I reacted by viciously thrusting upwards, pounding her as she vigorously rode my dick. Up and down and then repeating it as she kept going hard, fucking my ever hardened dick with all the .concentrated effort of her being.

I felt so good inside of her that I abruptly realized I had needed fucking worse than I had first thought. My hands gripped her ass, clutching her firm buttocks tight as I slid my dick in and out of her warm, wet, flowing pussy. I had my lips clamp down on her nipple and I know that she must have felt a ripple surging through my dick and as she felt the warmth of my cum spurting against her pussy walls. I squinted and muttered incoherent curses because I came sooner than I had intended. The excitement of realizing a lifelong dream had overcome my ability to hold back.

Sibs had reacted to my Cumming when I stopped thrusting and clung to her. I' was certain that she was somewhat disappointed, She leaned down and said, "Don't stop now, Mark. I want you to fuck me harder!" She quickly rose, pointed toward my dick, bent and took me in her mouth, working me to another hard on so that I could restart and finish the job we had started.

I moaned, my dick twitched, and then it started the swelling necessary to return it to its former thick, hardened glory. Sibs sucked hard, running her tongue up and down my shaft until I was fully standing tall again. I really didn't deserve her work. She had done a great job in awakening my wilted dick this quickly. I again attributed it to our desire for each other. I can only hope that in the time she had been away that she hadn't become a dick-crazed bitch in need of fucking without end.

With my new hard on ready for action, I got behind her and had my hands on her ass. She moaned deeply when my hands gently pulled her cheeks open and I ran my left hand through the crack of her lovely ass. I ran it a second time and this time; I stopped on her asshole and tapped it. She puckered her asshole and when I felt it tighten, I inserted my finger up the second knuckle. She was heavily breathing when I inserted my dick under the finger and began pumping. My balls were slapping against her ass while I steadily pumped my dick in and out of her dripping pussy while pushing my finger against my dick. God, it felt so good. It must have been good for Sibs also as she braced her arms on the bed and followed the rhythm of my movements. I was intently bouncing around trying to find her G Spot. She began gasping, reached around and put two fingers on her clit that turned on the electric shocks through her pussy and when I punched against her G Spot, it surged throughout her body. While she was having the spasm of an orgasm, I continued to pound while ramming a finger hard in her ass, the finger served to intensify the shocks and caused her to lose her breath. She never dreamed of having a dick in her pussy and a finger in her ass before and had no awareness of the effect it would have on an in-process orgasm. She was thinking that I was phenomenal as a lover, so good that she worried about where I had learned my tricks.

Her body was on fire, erotic pulses tickling her nerves everywhere. My pounding of her from behind suddenly jerked, bucking into her and she knew I was done for the second time when she could feel my flow of warm cum spreading through her pussy walls again. She was now sated, panting hard, with small drops of sweat dribbling down her temples, wetting her hair. She looked back just as I pulled out and gave me a weak smile. I moved swiftly on my back and got under her. I took her head in my hands and was kissing her. Her lips were extremely soft on mine. She began pressing her tits down on my chest while I tongued her ear. I whispered directly into it---"It's time again for me to eat your pussy. I want to make you cum again. If I can do that then I can get hard and fuck you silly. What do you say to that, Sibs?"

She rose from my chest and stared into my eyes. She was awe struck that I was ready to fuck for the third time. She nodded and I rolled her over on her back, stretched her legs, opened them wide and waited for her to object. She didn't. I knelt dutifully between her legs; my hands slowly stroking the inside of her thighs once again as it was shooting shivers of anticipation through her. I dropped forward and lay between her legs as I quickly, hungrily, slurped at her juicy labia, wet from my own cum that I was drawing into my mouth, sucking softly while plunging my tongue deeply inside to taste the mixture of the flowing juice.

My working of her pussy had affected me and I had now achieved another hard-on, so I rose, moved forward and inserted my dick deep inside her pussy as I mounted her, raising her hips to gain additional access to her pussy. She reacted through a quaking of bizarre pleasure pulsing through her as my dick kept sliding into her while she wriggled, squirmed and emitted small, mumbled screams. There was an inclusive feeling of gratification that came from filling her pussy with a welcome and wanted dick finally finding the home that had been waiting for many, many years. While I had those thoughts, I was gripping her ass with my hands and using them to pull her farther upwards in an effort to fuck her harder and harder with a true love of why I was doing it.

Her enthusiasm was unmatched as I kept thrusting harder, deeper and far much faster. She had her two fingers up against the hood over her clit and was using them as I attempted to jack her off by thrusting against her fingers with my dick to have them bounce against her clit. All of that was happening while I pounded my long, thick dick in and out of her. She later told me that it was a, "My God! Unbelievable feeling!" Especially when she recognized that by speeding up I was preparing to cum again.

I rained kisses across her tits and I looked at her through her half open eyes. I was smiling. She returned it, and then a spasm twitched inside her as her whole body began to tremble with her third orgasm preparing to envelope her. She lay quietly and watched me punching her wet pussy while I busied my dick in flicking it against her clit in a fury to push her over the edge. When it hit her, her third Cumming was far broader-based and lasted much, much longer.

She had felt my contractions inside the walls of her pussy and began squeezing against my dick, milking the sparse shots of my cream from my softening dick. I slipped my arms around her, using them to assist in my wildly bucking tumult. I'm sure my face was contorted, as I had growled and went deeply inside her in my desire to shoot my cum at the very bottom of her pussy, far deep inside her. It was overcoming passion we had felt when we both were Cumming at the same instant. She dug her nails into my arms, gripping with all her strength until her orgasm ebbed itself slowly away and replaced it with the magic of love gained.

Once our recovery had ended, Sibs rolled over and pt her arm over my chest, sidled close to my ear and whispered, "Mark, I know that I wanted you and wanted you badly. For lack of a better word, I want you to know that I set a trap for you today not unlike the way a hunter sets a trap for his prey. I set you up so that you were forced to meet me this afternoon."

I leaned forward slightly and laughed as I said, "That's the most charming bullshit I've ever heard, Sibs. We've known each other for so long, why did you feel you had to set a trap?"

She sighed and softly related the story in my ear, "Because we've been apart for a long time and I wasn't sure that you were still free or that you still had an interest in me. I spied on you and Stan as you left work and went to the civic meeting. I waited in the lobby until the doors opened and then I went out first, timing myself so that you would ultimately recognize on the street. Your reaction at seeing me told me what I wanted to know. You know the rest of the story."

"Oh, God, Sibs. I'm sorry that I never conveyed my love in the cards we traded over the years. I'll show you later, but I saved every card, every picture, every word. Now that you're back and we've become one again, perhaps, to paraphrase the famous movie line, we'll never have to say we're sorry again." I heard her softly sobbing as I wrapped her in my arms.