Fucking My Neighbor and His Sexy Friend

The title of this story is really Lights Out, but that’s not very attention-getting for this site, is it? 😉 Hope you enjoy it.

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It was winter, about 9PM, and I was in my living room watching football and eating ice cream when I heard the telltale sound of keys jingling and footsteps in the hall. I leaped to my feet as my heart rate spiked – my sexy neighbor was home! I ran to my door to shove my eye into the peep hole.

Okay here’s the deal: I am not a stalker, I swear, but I can’t help but watch my neighbor whenever possible. He’s utterly mouth-wateringly gorgeous. He has dark almost black hair and light blue eyes. I’m fairly sure that he’s around 21 or 22, like me, and I also know he’s a college student and is in a band. I know this because every now and then I get his mail from the university by mistake and have to slide it under his door, and on Friday nights or Sunday afternoons sometimes I can hear him singing or playing acoustic guitar in his apartment. And let me tell you – it sounds awesome!

Oh, my neighbor is so sexy. He’s 6’1 and slender but not skinny. More like solid and toned. His walk has swagger and I love the way his jeans fit his ass so right. His name is Colin, if you were wondering. Sexy name for a sexy guy.

He’s a night owl, and he’s always going out to smoke outside in the middle of the night. I don’t approve of the smoking but I find it reckless and hot just the same. I like to peep out of my peephole and watch him coming and going sometimes, because I can’t properly perv over him in person. When he’s right in front of me I have to smile and say my chipper little “hi!” like a normal person who is just thinking about being friendly, not currently fantasizing about sitting on his face. I can’t gasp and drool and shake my head, bite my pinky and groan, wondering why he is so mind-bogglingly hot and whether that level of hotness should even be legal in the US and minor outlying islands.

Why don’t I just talk to him or ask him out, you ask? Well, because he clearly has a “type.” All the girls he dates are the same – short diminutive large-breasted blonde groupie types with super long hair, annoying high pitched giggles, skin tight dresses, french manicures, monster heels and perfume that lingers in the hallway for hours, reeking of sugar and desperation. I am not that type of girl. I am really more the mellow type who is not exactly a tomboy but does enjoy some strange things for a girl, like the aforementioned football, plus comic books, sci-fi movies, and video games. I don’t get all trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey every time I leave the house. Most of the time I am content to go around in jeans and t-shirts, but I do know how to dress up sexy for dates, thank you very much.

As for looks, I have thick curly super dark hair, full pouty lips, small but perky B-cup breasts, a flat toned tummy, long long legs (which figures since I’m 5’10), honey brown skin and a round firm and curvy ass. I know there are a lot of guys out there who deeply appreciate a girl like me, so that’s why I don’t exactly cry over my inability to turn my neighbor’s head no matter what I wear, what lip gloss I apply, or how many times I sneakily bend over to tie my shoe when he is nearby. But still, I wished…

So there I was, peeping out into the hallway. I saw Colin at his door and he had a friend with him. This friend was not the usual groupie. It was a guy – tall, dirty blond and very well built from what I could tell. They were both carrying boxes. Strange. Was he moving in? Dear God, the hottie has a hot new roommate! Not hard to believe, but damn, wasn’t one enough? I had to get a better look. I decided to “do some laundry” so I scooped up my laundry basket, even though it only had a bare minimum of items in it. Then I headed out of my apartment, trying to look inconspicuous.

The door to 4J across the hall was open and boxes were lined up along the hall with some other smaller furniture items. He was definitely getting a new roommate! Just then a head poked out of the doorway, and I was met with jade green eyes.

“Hi,” the guy said, in a deep smooth tone that made my panties instantly go wet.

“Uhh…” I breathed out. Finding no words as I stood there marveling at his handsome chiseled face, I raised my hand and waved – probably like a dork.

Blondie with the strong manly jaw and the lush kissable lips smiled then, revealing perfect white teeth and dimples in both cheeks.

Okay, things around here were just getting ri-goddamn-diculous! Dimples, too?!

“Hey, Kendall, help me move this!” Colin called from inside.

Kendall glanced behind himself then back at me. “See ya,” he said, and winked at me before disappearing inside.

I let out a squeak and practically floated to the elevator on a fluffy cloud of love, pushing the button for the basement. Kendall. What a dreamy guy.

All while I stuffed my laundry into the washer I kept asking myself how this could happen. The two of them living in the same apartment? It was sexiness overload! I wondered if they’d walk around in their boxers? Or with their shirts off? I wondered what it would be like if I lived there with them. I had all sorts of perverted Three’s Company fantasies as I drifted back to my apartment in a lustful daze. I imagined myself sitting between them on the sofa as we watched movies. And then I started to feel them up. I imagined them waking up in the morning and coming into the kitchen to find me cooking breakfast. And then they started to feel me up. Every scenario I came up with led to intimate fondling and then dirty dirty sex.

I noted that I was feeling really horny at the moment. I supposed it had been awhile since I’d been satisfied. Maybe I should just go out and get laid? I wondered, as I went into my apartment and locked the door. Yeah, I could get all sexified and go to the bar next door for a beer and to scope for some talent. Orrrr…I could always just save myself the trouble and try out that new vibrator I picked up last weekend? The lazy route won out in the end, mostly because it was super cold and snowy outside. Also, I knew there would be no guys at the bar as hot as Colin and Kendall. There would probably just be desperate drunk guys who’d annoy me and follow me around all night slurring such gems as “how tall are YOU, sexy?!” and “I like tall womens!” Ugh.

Going into the top of my closet I took out the 8-inch realistic flesh-colored cock I’d purchased for a pretty penny at the adult store right down the street. I ran my fingers along the soft fibers. Not exactly like the real thing but close enough to send me into orbit for a half hour at least.

Feeling the excitement that the prospect of an orgasm always instilled in me, my pussy quivered as I stripped off my clothes and tossed myself on my bed. There was no way I’d get that monster into my tight pussy without lube, so I grabbed some from my top drawer. Then I stretched across my bed, spread my legs and began to rub my clit. I sighed and licked my lips as I circled my clit with my finger, tapping on it lightly as I thought of the guys next door. In my fantasy I was kneeling between them both sucking their cocks one at a time. And then trying to fit both their cocks into my mouth at the same time.

When I was so horny I was literally squirming on the bed, I grabbed the toy, applied some lube and began to slide and thrust it inch by inch into my hungry cunt. Oh God it felt fantastic. The toy was stretching my pussy and rubbing against all my sensitive spots as I fucked myself with it. I turned on the vibrate function and my pussy began to tingle madly. I stifled a scream as I orgasmed hard and fast, bucking my hips as the sensation tore through me unbridled. I sighed, catching my breath and sliding the toy out of me. I was satisfied, but in a way I wasn’t. I wanted more. I wanted something else. It was always like this with me and toys. They were great, but the whole thing was just over too soon. And one orgasm only made me want another. And another.

I had to face it, I was insatiable.

What I needed was a lover. A skilled, hung lover with stamina who could pound me again and again until I couldn’t stand it anymore. That worried me just a bit, though, considering my current lack of a boyfriend.

‘Well, I could always just masturbate again,’ I thought, considering my toy. Then I realized if I was going to do that I should really go put my clothes in the dryer first. That way I wouldn’t be tying up a washer so the other residents couldn’t use it.

I didn’t want to put on a bunch of clothes when I was only going to take them off anyways, so I threw on a pink knit dress and some ballerina flats that just easily slipped on. Then I hurried downstairs. I took the elevator down to the basement, trying to ignore the fact that my pussy felt oddly hot and creamy after my little session, and it just didn’t seem right to be going around outside my apartment like that. It didn’t matter, though, I’d be back upstairs in a flash.

I headed down the hall past the maintenance room, boiler room, and that unmarked room that I always wondered about and slightly feared, thanks to my overactive imagination. But seriously…what was in there? I knew it was likely just a general purpose office for the maintenance man or something, but my mind conjured up all sorts of possibilities. I mean, what if I went in there looking for the maintenance guy one day and there were zombies in there or something? Or rows and rows of creepy evil mannequin people with eerie glowing eyes?! That would be horrifying!

Reminding myself that zombies aren’t real (but wouldn’t it be cool if they were?) I headed into the laundry room and opened the washer, reaching in to grab my clothes. That was when all the lights went off and the machines powered off with a dying mechanical whine, leaving me in a dark and silent expanse of black nothingness.

‘Oh fuck!’ I thought, my heart starting to race. It was pitch black in there and I wasn’t sure how to get out. Even if I did get out, how would I find my way to the stairs, since the elevator was no doubt off, too?

‘Now would be a good time for the creepy mannequin people to come marching out of that unmarked room and KILL ME!’ I thought, panicking. ‘They probably engineered this all along! They’ve just been waiting, I know it!’

I had to grab a hold of myself and remind myself that this was just a power outage, not attack of the creepy imaginary mannequin people.