New to the Neighborhood - Sex Stories

New to the Neighborhood

... it. I needed another pantry item so I was downstairs yet again on a typical windy cold March day. I was standing in her living room and noticed she had a VCR and it was blinking 12:00. I made a blonde joke about the time. She smirked and asked if I could fix it? Telling me she just got it and did not want to read the manual. It seemed pretty easy and I quickly set it to the correct time. Not having cable she did not care about recording shows, so the 12:00 time was inconsequential to her, but thanked me for eliminating the blinking. As I was leaving with my food pantry item, she stopped me and asked if I wanted to see a movie she just purchased. Before I could think about what movie, my schoolboy crush said, “Yes, I will be by about 8:30pm,” before I even thought of an answer. I cooked enough dinner for my roommate to mooch out of the pans, letting him clean up while I took a shower and dressed. I threw on a pair of boxers, covered by sweat pants and had a polo shirt top. Typical post college chic, and was downstairs at 8:25. Knocking, she answered the door in a colored t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants saying, “Look we match,” chuckling at her own humor. She had a love seat in front of the TV and I sat down while she was in the kitchen. Looking around, I actually started to notice her place was better furnished then mine but still sparse for a woman of her age. The microwave bell dinged and she brought a bowl of popcorn, set it in my lap and then bent over to put a movie ...

... in. Her ass was lovely, nice and round as the material stretched to keep her butt covered. She sat down next to me hit the remote buttons and then reached into my lap and grabbed the popcorn. The movie was a steamy rom-com and as the movie progressed she started to snuggle against my side, I placed my arm around her like a clumsy school kid as she then snuggled a bit closer. Midway into the movie, I finished the popcorn. I absentmindly moved the bowl, and little bit later she reached for popcorn in a bowl that no longer existed. Instead she found my semi soft pole, she wrapped her hand around it and looked up at my deer in the headlight eyes asking, “Is it the movie or me that did this?” I may be naïve, clumsy and slow, but I am no dummy “It is all you Jane.” She smiled, I moved her tighter against me and she never let go of my hardening pole. We both regressed back to teenagers. I think neither of us knew what the other was thinking or what boundaries there are between us. We were strangers, but not in a one night stand situation. We both started teasing each other to see where the boundaries were. With my hand draped across her shoulders, I soon lowered it in order to grab her breast and rub it. She kept fondling my pole with one hand and rubbing my thighs with the other. Okay maybe she was not really looking for boundary lines. When I had my whole hand filled with her breast and a finger rubbing the nipple, she finally let go of my now hard yet still bound penis, she sat ...