Jenny My Neighbor







Prologue

I may never figure it out.

While I certainly have had my share – or more – of adult lovers over the years, I never have shared the fascination teenage girls always seem to have had with me.

It makes no sense that such a teenage girl would understand the way I approach lovemaking (I believe ‘sex’ to be self-gratification, while ‘making love’ is to please your partner – many of my lovers did not seem to recognize that fact until after we’d shared each other).

After all, how could they? Is this attitude somehow recognizable to a ‘young or mature’ (at least in the eyes of society)? Or is it a simple matter of responding to someone who treats them with kindness and respect?

Years ago, at least two teenage girls (that I remember, anyway) openly tried to seduce me: a tomboyish girl who loved to hang all over me, often with her legs around my neck, once quite intentionally moved her shorts aside and shoved her admittedly beautiful wet pink pussy directly into my face… as her mother stood nearby!

(I always wondered if “mom” had something to do with that.)

A couple of years before, another delightful creature – who lived with her mother, brother and a teen-aged female cousin in the main house where my then-girlfriend and I rented a studio ‘apartment’ – was watching TV with us one morning when my girlfriend began jacking me off under the covers. No sooner did I whisper, “You know, she can see what you’re doing,” than Joanne asked my girlfriend, point-blank, “Is he hard?”

An affirmative answer brought her next question: “Can I hold it?”

We let her… and that was as far as anything went.

(I later learned her cousin let her watch discreetly as she [the fucked countless boyfriends in her bedroom; her aunt downstairs oblivious to her horniness, for whatever reason. Joanne also would confess to asking my girlfriend about me the day before.

(She wanted only to hold a hard cock at that point, afraid to do anything else.

(Three years later, she was much more brazen, almost begging me to fuck her when we met up again, entirely by accident. I wasn’t interested and, up to that point certainly, I had no interest in girls of her age.

(I’d never been into teens, nor have I ever read Nabokov… of course, I was only in my 20s at the time.)

Looking back, though, I suppose I should have recognized the predeliction: I love to eat pussy (I love other things, too, but that’s a different story), and always have preferred as little hair in the way as possible. At 18, I had a younger lover. At 21, my girlfriend was 18. I had another 18-year-old girlfriend when I was 23.

Fast forward nearly 20 years: in my 40s now, I still am in pretty good shape and, save for a little grey around the temples, you’d never guess my age. My wife and I have a six-year-old daughter; which is a miracle, considering how often her mother and I do anything.

That brings me to Jennifer.

Chapter One

During the summer of 1998, Jennifer and her mother lived next door to us. Jen stood about 5′ 1″ and weighed some 95 pounds. She was and is the most well proportioned girl for her age I’d ever seen: still an October shy of her birthday, Jen already had good size breasts, each protruding more than an 2 inch from where they’d stood only a few months before.

It was easy to watch her develop, too: Jennifer had a habit of wearing loose-fitting tops or thin t-shirts and was always forgetting her bra; all of which, of course, left nothing to the imagination.

Needless to say, that was about the same time that I noticed I was interested in watching.

Jen constantly was at our house playing with my daughter or borrowing the phone to call a seemingly endless parade of friends and extended family. Her mother had no phone, and Jen, with ours attached to her ear, played the part of teenager to perfection.

We occasionally let her babysit – albeit briefly – our then-five-year-old, since Jen had demonstrated more maturity than her own 26-year-old sister each time the older girl would drop her baby son off with their mother, only to disappear for hours, or even days; and Jennifer would find herself having to bottle feed, change and otherwise ‘mother’ her little nephew. She got to be quite good at it.

(This takes on more importance later.)

Jen’s mom, meantime, always seemed to have a bevy of young male studs over to the house; the late 40s woman going through one of the worst mid-life crises I’d ever seen. While she lived there, Jen’s big sister – even during her pregnancy – also had a steady stream of boyfriends over to the house, often overnight.

Sooner or later, Jennifer – whose own father showed up only occasionally – was bound to have her own sexual curiosity piqued.

My first evidence of that came one weekend afternoon while she visited us: our cat – born at Jennifer’s house but living with us, as Jen’s sister had heard horror stories about the effects of cat fur and any fleas on pregnant moms and newborns – had perched herself comfortably between Jen’s open legs, with her chin and a soft paw nuzzling against our neighbor’s young crotch. Jennifer seemed to go out of her way to point this out to me. I decided to take a chance, saying, “Well, that brings a whole new meaning to the phrase, ‘happiness is a warm pussy’.”

Jen laughed. Laughed hard. Woke the cat up. I was off the hook for that one, anyway.

Just a few days later, one of our other cats was spread across my lap. As I was wearing only loose, boxer-style long shorts, Jen apparently decided to check me out, petting the cat in such a way – the only way possible – that she quite obviously was ‘petting’ me.

I glanced at her with slight smirk and a raised eyebrow… she grinned and went back to playing with our Nintendo.

Her intentions were pretty clear to me, anyway… and it didn’t take long to decide how I would take the next step.

Chapter Two

The following weekend, Jen was over to play again… this time, I made sure I took every opportunity to sit in such a way that she could see easily up my shorts.

She, in turn, took every opportunity to peek… sometimes staring to distraction.

I had a good cum jacking off that night (about my only ‘action’ at that point) while imagining what Jennifer might do if she could do more than just look.

By this time, her mother was babysitting our daughter regularly while mom and I were at work… that’s where our trust with Jennifer came in. Often, when I would drop my little girl off, Jen’s mom was still asleep; while Jennifer would lie on the couch where she often slept, preferring it to her own bed. Completely comfortable with me by now, Jen no longer made any attempt to cover up when I arrived; content to lie on the couch, usually wearing no more than a thin t-shirt and her panties. Sometimes her blanket was over her, sometimes not.

One such morning, Jen’s own kitten (big sis since had moved out; and our shared cat had had kittens, this one a spitting image of her mother) was lying in the crook made by Jennifer’s arm against her side. I decided it was time to take another chance.

Pretending to ‘play’ with the kitten, I discreetly – but quite intentionally – let my palm and little finger caress Jen’s juicy breast. After a few minutes, she hadn’t responded in any way; but, then again, she didn’t dissuade me in any way, either.

I couldn’t help but be disappointed, though: maybe I was wrong, after all, and Jen wasn’t interested in anything more than our little games.

The next day, their door was locked when I arrived with my daughter to drop her off for the morning. Jennifer had to get up from the couch, and answered the door in her usual attire: a thin, not-quite-over-the-midriff t-shirt and thin cotton panties. As she turned to walk back to the couch, I got a really good look at her ample butt for the first time. Not at all fat, but certainly well proportioned to her beautiful full legs. Her young waist and belly, with no more than the barest fat already was beginning to taper off above her hips. I felt my cock twinge at the sight. Amazing, I thought. She is so beautiful, and she’s so cute.

She surprised me then: scooping up her kitten on her way back to the couch, she purred, “maybe he’ll pet you again like he did yesterday.”

Oh, really?

Immediately, I sat on the couch next to her, not needing an engraved invitation. My cock already was half-erect and visible inside my dress slacks – I wear no underwear – but I was more than a bit scared.

What if I’m wrong? What if she’s leading me on for another reason? What if her mother – asleep, as far as I knew – was really around the corner, waiting to catch me in the act?

Chapter Three

I sat in such a way as to hide my throbbing member and thought, okay, if I’m careful and I do this right, I still can claim innocence if I have to.

Go on, do it, I pressed myself. You’re too turned on by this nymph to turn back now.

(Hey, I know what the word means, Nabokov or no…)

I reached over and pretended again to pet the kitten, again caressing Jennifer’s pink nipple with whatever part of my hand wasn’t touching the cat. This time, Jen responded: moving her arm down toward the couch, she simultaneously arched her back, making it easier for me to touch her breast.

After a couple of minutes, I barely remembered the damned cat, tending more obviously to Jen. She seemed to be enjoying herself; her eyes now closed, a slight smile crossing her face, breathing more rapidly.

Of course, that’s when my daughter noticed she wasn’t the center of attention, and jumped right into my lap; very nearly getting a handful of my now-fully-erect penis, and effectively ending what seemed suddenly to be a morning ritual.

That night, I asked my wife for a blow job. She dutifully complied, with no more passion than when she washes the dishes. Nevertheless, I was so excited from that morning that I hit the wall behind me when I came, shooting harder and longer than I had in a long time.

Two weeks passed. Jen’s mom always seemed to be up and around every morning now, and Jennifer herself never showed any more interest in our games when she came over to our house.

Oh, well. Perhaps she got what she wanted.

That attitude changed when I came home for lunch one afternoon.

Watching television, I called, “Who is it?” to the doorbell and, to her response, invited Jennifer in. Her baby nephew was in her arms, and she’d come over to see me apparently just to break the monotony at her house.

No sooner did she get in the door than she’d plopped onto the couch right next to me, sat the baby on her belly and immediately proceeded to spread her legs as wide apart as they would go; her wet juicy crotch pointed right at me, her cutoff shorts not quite hiding the edges of the pink panties underneath.

Chapter Four

Do you have any idea what the fuck you’re doing, I thought as my prick twitched yet again. If only you knew…

Catching her glance, I intentionally looked down to her crotch, then back into her beautiful green eyes. No response. I did it again. Still, no response. I tried a third time. A slight grin.

Jeez, gimme a sign. If I’m wrong and you’re just a little tease… I’m not going to prison for anyone, I mused.