Good walls make good neighbors, Part 3 - Sex Stories

Good walls make good neighbors, Part 3

... you won’t.’ “After a long time he said, ‘That might be best.’ And then I knew he was mine if I played my cards right." She looked down and said, “Well, you’re not about to burst, but you’re still kind of hard. Don’t worry, it gets really good soon. ―So, we met at the restaurant as planned. It was a Thursday at 12:30 and it was a restaurant none of our acquaintances frequented, and even so we chose a secluded table in a back room with no one around. Yeah, it was also a failing restaurant, so we had a lot of empty space to ourselves. And when he held out his hand, I stepped inside it and kissed him lightly on the lips and sat down. He was surprised, a bit anyway, and sat down facing me, and we talked of this and that until we’d ordered. He then said, ‘Angie, we need to talk.’ “‘Yes, we do,’ I said. “‘You’re very young.’ “I smiled, ‘I’m of age.’ “‘But you’re too young to marry. I’m flattered that you’re in love with me...’ and he stopped because I started laughing. I really did. "I finally got my courage together and said quietly, ‘I’m not in love with you. I want you for my lover. I want you to show me a great summer and then end things. No one will find out about us from me, and you’ll be free to go whenever it’s not good for you, and I’ll break it off immediately if it’s not good for me, no ties, no regrets.’ Yes, I somehow managed to say all that as if I were the most experienced woman in the world, even though my stomach felt like...well, you can imagine. “He stared at me ...

... like he’d opened a door where he expected a monster and found a garden. Really, it was amazing watching his face change. He just smiled and nodded and over lunch asked me general questions about my experience, what I expected, what I liked. We finished quickly, very very quickly, and drove quickly to his house; just to be safe, I ducked down in the seat, head in his lap, until he parked in the garage. "Hee hee, that was fun. Very...suggestive for me. We had driven for three blocks with my head down, and I introduced myself to his cock. I unzipped him shortly after I was down there and played with it as I examined it up close, which I was never able to do with Dumb-Ass or the other boy in the dark." She paused and said, “So, I guess that answered your question.” she smiled. “Like hell it did. Just when you’re getting to the good part too.” “You really want to hear about another man?” “Of course.” “You really are a voyeur...or auditor...or whatever. Well, just like me. I’m not sure there is a word for it. Ecouteur , maybe, but I’m an historian. I like oyeur .” Despite my fascination with her story, I said, “ Oyeur , just cut off the v ? Why?” “That’s what the French used to say a thousand years ago, you know. That’s why the Supreme Court is always opened by someone chanting ‘ Oyez , oyez .’ You know, ‘Hear ye, hear ye.’ So we’re oyeurs .” I shook my head in amazement and laughed, “And do you know that because your dad’s a lawyer or because you’re an historian?” She smiled and ...