The Neighbor's Girl Page 2

  The idea was shockingly perverted, disgusting, and yet it filled her with excited lust. She wanted the girl desperately. How could she get her? She had little contact aside from when Dawn brought her over.

  Then it hit her. It had been only weeks ago that Dawn had asked, on behalf of Ashley, whether the blonde girl might make use of their swimming pool even when Dawn wasn't there. She'd refused of course, not being at all fond of the little snip.

  Now - yes! Perhaps they could sunbathe together, help rub suntan lotion over each other, and then perhaps...

  Now! She would start now! She ran downstairs, then stopped and ran back up. She stripped and quickly donned the string bikini she'd purchased months ago. It was sleek and tight, with a high cut thong bottom. She’d bought it to excite Peter, who had merely frowned with disapproval and ordered her never to wear except in their back yard.

  If Ashley was naked, Connie was willing to bet her parents weren't home. She knew just how prudish Barbara and Dave were. It was why Peter approved of them.

  She slipped on a robe then hurried downstairs and out the front door. She went across the lawn to the Cooper's and for forms sake rang the bell, just in case Ashley could hear it from out back. She didn't wait long, trotting around back and going through the gate.

  "Well hello there." she said, trying to make her voice sound silky. Her voice caught and she had to clear it.

  Ashley gave a yelp and twisted quickly onto her belly, grabbing the towel she lay on and jerking it over her naked behind.

  "Sorry to interrupt, honey. Thought you'd be at school."

  "What the hell are you doing just walking in like that?"

  "I rang the bell and there was no answer."

  "Well then, why didn't you leave?" Ashley glared, her face red.

  Snotty little - Connie repressed a sharp retort, smiling instead. "I came to see if your mother wanted to come over to my yard and work on her tan." she said, fingering her small thin robe.

  "She's not here."

  "No. I guess she isn't if you're lying around like that."

  Ashley got red again. "I was... I was just trying to get a tan without any tan lines." she grumbled.

  "I know."

  "You won't tell, will you?"

  "Tell who?"

  "My Mom. She's kind of - . "

  "Prudish. Yes, I know. Don't worry about it, dear. I won't tell. I sunbathe in the nude myself sometimes."

  "You do?"

  Ashley was shocked. Connie was, after all, an old lady, the mother of her friend. Mothers, as teenage girls all knew, were ancient and decrepit.

  "That surprises you?"

  "Well... I mean, you're -. "

  "What? Old?"

  "No, just sort of... well... boring."

  "Boring?" Connie glared.

  "You know, Motherly, housewifey."

  "You don't really know me all that well, Ashley."

  "I guess not."

  "Besides, adults aren't as embarrassed about their bodies as you kids are."

  "I'm not a kid." Ashley glared.

  You're a spoiled little bitch, Connie wanted to say.

  "If you say so dear. Anyway, tell your Mom I was by. I guess I'll go swim alone."

  "Rub it in, why don't you?"

  "Pardon?"

  "Just because you have a pool and we don't?" the girl said sullenly.

  "You've spent enough time in our pool, Ashley."

  "But you wouldn't let me use it when Dawn wasn't around."

  Connie gave a long suffering sigh and shook her head.

  "If you want to you can use the pool, Ashley. All right?"

  "Really?"

  "Yes, really. You can even sunbathe in the nude. It doesn't bother me."

  She turned to leave.

  "Uh... Mrs Jackson?"

  "Yes?"

  "Could I... I mean, could I use the pool now? If you're using it - . "

  "It's a big pool, Ashley. Come over and have a dip."

  "Uh, thanks."

  The girl was clearly wondering at her change in attitude, but being self indulgent, wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth for long.

  To Connie's disappointment though, when Ashley came over she wore a bikini. She kept her own on and didn't make any approach at all towards the girl. The two lay apart on the deck, swimming occasionally, but not at the same time. Connie had to fight herself hard but knew that moving too fast would never work.

  The next afternoon Ashley was back, and Connie let her have the place to herself. The day after that she went out and joined her, lying down close but not right beside the girl, who again had a bathing suit on.

  "Not afraid of lines?" she teased.

  Ashley blushed a little.

  "You're wearing a bathing suit." she accused.

  "I didn't want to embarrass you. I know how shy you young girls are about your bodies."

  It was a deliberate provocation and Ashley wasn't the brightest girl. She took it up.

  "I'm not shy," she said indignantly.

  Connie raised her head and shaded her eyes, looking at the blonde. Ashley looked back, still frowning, then, somewhat hesitantly, and swallowing a couple of times, reached behind her and unfastened her bikini top. It slipped down and her big round breasts pushed out into the light.

  Connie stared, then caught herself and pulled her eyes away. Ashley was a little red in the face.

  "You should have done that days ago." Connie said, her voice husky. "Look how white they are compared to the rest of your skin."

  Ashley looked down and frowned in dismay. "Shit!" she said.

  "Never mind, honey. Just use the oil carefully. They'll tan fast."

  She sat up and removed her own top, showing the little blonde her own nicely tanned breasts. Then she rolled over onto her belly and undid the string holding her bottoms together, then pulled them off. She didn't look to see what Ashley did, carefully pretending indifference.

  It was incredibly hard restraining herself. She'd done so many things with the girl in her fantasies over the past few days that lying here naked within a few yards of her was making her pussy bubble and stew. It was all she could do to keep from crawling over and jumping the teenager.

  She didn't though. In fact, she kept her head turned away for a good ten minutes. Then she casually rolled over onto her front. Ashley was naked, and a sharp thrill ran through Connie's body at being so close to her.

  Still, she did nothing. Ashley started whining, as she always did, complaining about her parents and their rules, about how unreasonable they were, how mean. Usually she gave her complaints short shrift. Now however she offered words of encouragement and sympathy, and didn't even ask why the girl didn’t have a summer job now like Dawn did.

  Then again Dawn was going to university in the fall. As far as she knew from Ashley’s parents Ashley hadn’t decided what she wanted to do, aside from not going to college or university.

  The next day Ashley came and lay down near her as she was sunbathing, and stripped off her clothes with hardly a second thought. She oiled up her lush young body, completely ignorant of the carnal lust boiling away within the older woman's system.

  Again she complained about her parents and how they wouldn't treat her as an adult, wouldn't buy her the kind of car she wanted, etc. Ashley was such a complainer even Dawn, a patient soul, found her annoying at times.

  But again, Connie sympathised, growling at the little snot under her breath, irritated that anyone so pampered could act so hard done by. The girl was supposed to be an adult, but was acting like an adolescent. If I had you, you snotty little bitch, I'd teach you gratitude, she thought.

  She sighed and shook herself, tearing her eyes away from the oblivious teenager's naked body. The girl looked so gorgeous, so luscious this close, her oiled body glistening in the sun. She wanted to hurry. Dawn had been out of town for a week at her grandmother’s, and would be back in a few days. Her presence would make seducing the blonde all but impossible.

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sp; "Want a drink?" She asked.

  "Yeah. What've you got?"

  "What do you want?"

  "A beer would be nice." Ashley smirked.

  "Okay."

  Ashley's eyes opened then narrowed as if wondering whether she was being made fun of. The drinking age was 21 after all.

  Connie walked naked into the kitchen and pulled out a couple of Canadian beers. They had, as she knew, a higher alcohol content than most American beers. She was taking a bit of a chance, but she knew that Ashley's parents, for all the privileges they gave her and all the toys and gifts and money, paid very little attention to her otherwise. As long as she didn't get the girl completely sloshed, they'd likely not notice.

  She went back outside, carrying the two bottles. Ashley took one gratefully, her face showing her surprise.

  The next day Ashley didn't show. That was annoying but not terribly so. It was the following day, a Friday, that Connie wanted her over. She'd gone over to her house earlier with a pair of ballet tickets for her parents, claiming that Peter had suddenly learned he wouldn't be able to make it. Barbara had accepted gratefully, and so Connie figured she and Dave would be out late Friday night.

  Friday morning she looked out into the yard to see Ashley lying naked by the pool. Her eyes lit up. She waited a bit, then wandered out fully clothed to greet her. As she'd expected Ashley asked for a beer. She went in and got one, then left her alone for a little while. She went out again with another couple of beers about thirty minutes later and stripped naked.

  "Are you planning on tanning forever?" she asked, jokingly.

  "I’ll get a job - eventually," Ashley frowned and pouted. “I don’t know why I should, though, just because my parents keep nagging. I'm gonna have a lot of money soon and it won't be because of working."

  "How is that?"

  "None of your business. I just will."

  They sat in the hot sun drinking beers while Ashley told her how her rotten parents were leaving her alone all evening and yet had forbidden her to have anyone over, as if she was still a kid or something. Connie sympathised. She went out and got another beer, then gave it to Ashley.

  "Your back's getting dry, honey. Want me to put some lotion on?"

  "Yeah, thanks."

  Connie knelt beside her and carefully oiled up the girl's back. This was to be the day. She’d even carefully switched their regular suntan oil with an edible oil she’d bought in one of her many efforts at arousing Peter. She was almost trembling with excitement at the softness of Ashley's skin beneath her fingers. She worked her hands into the girl's shoulders, massaging the muscles, feeling the warm slickness of her skin. She slowly worked her hands down to the swells of her buttocks, then, barely hesitating, slid her hands downward over them.

  Ashley didn't seem to notice. Connie rubbed the oil carefully, acting as natural as possible, then sat back and lay down, feeling faint. After a while she got the girl another beer. It was very hot and Ashley was drinking them down quickly.

  She rolled over onto her back and Connie closed her eyes briefly, then after a few minutes she sat down cross legged beside the blonde and picked up the suntan lotion, pouring some into her right hand. She slid her hand down onto Ashley's right shoulder, carefully working the oil around and around against her shoulder and upper chest, avoiding the breasts.

  She poured more oil and coated Ashley's smooth, concave belly, then slid her hand down the front of the girl's thighs to her knees. She oiled up Ashley's hips, then, acting as natural as she could, as though it were just another part of her anatomy, she slid her oil covered hands onto the rounded hillocks of Ashley's breasts.

  Chapter Two

  Her hands glided across the soft skin, coasting higher as she moved onto the centers of the firm young breasts. Connie felt a bolt of pure lust stab straight up into her groin as she gently massaged Ashley's breasts. As casual as she appeared on the outside, on the inside she was a ravenous sexual animal.

  Ashley was watching her with a peculiar, anxious look, her eyes flicking from her hands to her face. Her eyes blinked rapidly and her breathing grew faster. Connie's hands slowly circled the twin mounds, and she felt the growing hardness of the young blonde's nipples against the palms of her hands.

  She moved her hands down off the full, straining breasts, down Ashley's belly and onto her thighs. Gently, she parted Ashley's legs, massaging the oil into the insides of her thighs. She rubbed higher, stroking the soft skin with short, deft movements, avoiding the prominent little cleft directly at the center of her groin.

  She looked up at Ashley's face. The girl was staring down at her own groin, at Connie's hands. She looked nervous, and ill at ease, but she was staring with utter fascination. Then Connie's right hand slid directly onto her pubic mound and stroked across the young slit.

  She both saw and felt Ashley's body tense up, but continued to stroke her hand over the girl's sex. Ashley's legs were apart, but they suddenly twitched wider, then, as if she realized what she were doing, the blonde brought them back towards each other.

  Connie's hand rubbed up and down the slit, her ring finger pressing downwards to push right between the soft plump lips and slide along against her pink crack between. She felt the swollen little lump of the girl's clitoris as she rode back and forth over it.

  Ashley's body was rigid, and she seemed to almost be holding her breath. Then she jerked her legs together and sat up abruptly, her eyes wide. "I-I have to go!" she gasped.

  Connie felt a sudden surge of desperation and heat. She grabbed the girl's thick hair and pushed her back down, dropping down beside her, half atop the young woman's oil slicked body. Her right hand was still cupping Ashley's sex and she pushed her ring finger into the slit, searching briefly, then finding her little slot. She thrust the finger into Ashley's pussy tube, wriggling it deep.

  "S-Stop!" Ashley gasped. "No! Mrs... Mrs. Jackson! S-S-S.. uhhhh!"

  Connie crushed the small girl's lips with her own, forcing her tongue through the teenager's reluctant lips as she added a second finger to the one inside her tight sex tunnel. Her thumb rolled Ashley's clit around in circles, her nail scratching lightly at it as she ground it down. Ashley was gasping and moaning, most of her words muffled by Connie's mouth and tongue.

  Her right arm was pinned under Connie, while her left was trying to pull Connie's hand away from her hair. The blonde wriggled beneath her as Connie sawed her fingers in and out of her pussy entrance and deftly manipulated her clit.

  Then Ashley gave a low sigh of either acceptance or resignation and stopped her struggles. She began to kiss back, her tongue hesitantly moving against Connie's. Connie rolled over fully atop the younger woman, her hips flat against the teenager's inner thighs.

  She gripped both of Ashley's wrists with her strong hands, holding them together above her head, jammed against the ground as she held her upper torso high above the girl. She stared down at the young blonde, holding Ashley's wide blue eyes with her own. She felt the teenager shaking beneath her, trembling like a leaf.

  She dropped down onto her then, pressing their breasts tightly together as their lips slid back and forth against each other. She ground her hips into Ashley, grinding against the blonde, then shifted her hold on the girl’s wrists to just one hand. She reached down with the other, forcing Ashley’s left leg open, and slipped her leg between them, jamming her pussy in against Ashley’s naked sex.

  She rubbed up and down on the girl, their oily bodies massaging each other, their glistening breasts, swollen with sexual passion, mashed and pillowed together slickly. Ashley's head rolled, her body trembling and shuddering as Connie ground her thigh down into the girl’s sex, rubbing her own sex down on Ashley’s thigh.

  Connie twisted the girl's head to one side and growled like a beast, locking her lips against the side of her throat and sucking frenziedly as she nibbled and chewed and kissed. Ashley gave a cry of numbed excitement, her eyes round and staring up sightlessly as Connie ground her body down against her. />
  "Oh Gooooooddddd!" Ashley gasped.

  Connie brought her hand between their pussies, folded in a fist. She placed it between their pussy slits and started grinding down on it, mashing the knuckles of her fist against Ashley's pussy. Ashley gasped and quivered, her chest heaving as she felt the pressure mounting within her body.

  The young blonde continued to stare upwards, hardly making any conscious movement at all. Connie's mouth made little bites as it travelled down onto the girl's big left breast. She chomped her teeth down on the center of the breast, sucking in the nipple and areola and licking excitedly.

  Ashley's legs had come far apart, splayed out to either side as she lay trembling beneath Connie..

  "Ohhhh! oooohhhh! uuuhhhhhh!" Ashley’s voice was soft, shaken and guttural.

  Connie reversed her fist, bringing the knuckles against her own sex, opening the fist, or at least, opening the two middle fingers, thrusting them into Ashley's sex hole. She humped down against Ashley, pumping the fingers in the girl's hole as she massaged her clit.

  Ashley stiffened. Her hands began to twitch on the ground beside her and her feet jerked from side to side. Her eyes were closed tightly and her jaw slack. Then she heaved upward, her back arching violently as she cried out in helpless, shattering release.

  Connie was almost thrown off as the girl shuddered and bucked beneath her. She locked her teeth around the girl's nipple and bit down hard, on the verge of cumming herself as she felt and heard the little blonde's desperate cries of sexual ecstasy.

  Then, as Ashley calmed, and her trembling slowed, Connie lifted her teeth from the oiled breast and in a desperate need, grabbed Ashley's hand, jerking it down between her legs. She pressed the girl's flat hand onto her own quivering sex and began to rub it hard against her seeping pussy opening.

  The feel of the small soft hand over her cunt sent her into a shattering climax. She ground frantically down against the hand, her own hand forcing it harder against her crotch as he brought herself to glorious release.

  When she could see straight again Ashley was looking up at her through bleary eyes, panting and gasping for breath. Connie brought her lips down onto Ashley's, kissing softly but passionately. She lay on the girl for long minutes recovering, enjoying the close heat of the teenager's naked frame.