David Crane: The newlywed neighbors

Taking a deep drag on his cigarette, Martin had to smile as he remembered signing on as husband and wife. If there was anything about Niven, it was that she didn't look sixteen. The reasonably hard life she had been living since she'd run away from home had given her a mature, if kinky, outlook on life. The landlord really believed Martin's con-job that he and Niven were newly-weds just starting out, and had even made the comment that they were living right next to the two other newly-weds… or would be when they returned from their honeymoon.

Yes, thought Martin, butting his smoke, things just had a way of always working out. Having money was sure nice, and knowing how to use it was even nicer. He'd been getting just a little tired of moving around so often, and he decided that he would stay in St. Paul… at least for a couple of months. It was time to start taking stock and make plans. Or at least rest some.

And if there was anything that could keep him in St. Paul for a little while longer, it was the argument he had just heard between Mark and Kate. He could smell adventure in the air, and Martin had no greater love than adventure!

A faint animal whine and a furry brushing against his leg interrupted his thoughts, and he looked down to see Siegfried looking up at him.

Hell, he had known Niven was more wanton than most of the women he had been with in his travels, but until she had demanded that he get her a German Shepherd, he really hadn't known how wanton. She'd explained to him that one of the ladies that ran the house had kept a dog, and Niven had quickly discovered why. That lady's dog was the best little fucker Niven had ever known, though the young blonde girl really hadn't known all that many, and she demanded that Martin buy her one… just to keep her happy when Martin wasn't around, she had explained. Martin didn't give a shit. He'd seen worse things in his travels, and he never seemed to tire of watching Niven and Siegfried go at it. The thing she had for that dog was something Martin had only heard about in whispers, and he was glad to be seeing something like it first hand.

"Well, Siegfried, ol' boy," Martin said, patting the great dog between his ears. "You look a trifle hungry."

Siegfried and Martin got along rather well, and at the sound of Martin's soothing voice, the huge dog began to prance about. Sighing, remembering that it was really Niven's job to feed Siegfried, Martin nevertheless stood up to take care of him. But the dog didn't appear to be interested in food, and once Martin was out of his shallow, dream-like thoughts, he could see why. While he had been dwelling on his past, Niven had gotten out of bed.

She stood in the doorway of the kitchen, completely naked, her hair slightly tangled and falling over her pert little face.

Martin sucked in his breath. Even though he and Niven had been living together for nearly a month, he never tired of seeing her ripe nakedness. At sixteen, she was already fully developed, and he could sense that she would only get better as she grew older. Her honey-blonde hair fell gracefully to her shoulders, even tangled looking lush and full. Her eyes were the color of an untainted Minnesota Lake, and her skin was the color of pure cream. Her short pert nose had a slight upturn, giving her an aristocratic appearance, and her mouth, though small, was well formed with lush, full lips. Her shoulders were completely feminine, rounded, soft and gently sloping. Her breasts were firm, hard and fully rounded, thrusting from her delicate chest like two fleshy mountains topped with bright red cherries, constantly distended with passion and lust. The spheres were widely spaced, and large enough for Martin to fuck his huge, hard cock between them when he wanted. Her belly, flat and flawless, followed the ripe swell of her slim, though rounded hips, forming an hour-glass just above her ass-cheeks.

But what Martin loved the most was the perfect triangle of her cuntal hair, as golden and thick as the hair on her head, the inverted rounded tip pointing directly to her seething, always-ready cuntal lips. As he stared at her standing in the doorway, he felt his cock give a little lurch. Shit! He knew there wouldn't be any argument between them about fucking this morning. Niven was ready, eager and willing to fuck whenever Martin said the word… which was quite often. Sometimes ten times a day.

"Uuuuuuuummmmmmm… I thought you were going to sleep late this morning," she said in a still sleepy voice as she nakedly walked into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. Of all the women Martin had spent any time with, Niven had to be the most totally unabashed. She took a deep thrill just from being naked with him, as though she could sense that with him, she was totally safe. He knew she had gone through some pretty rough times, and her nakedness, while sensual, also meant that she trusted him. Martin liked that.

"Uuhh… I was," he stammered, finding her nakedness rather distracting. Again his cock spasmed in his pants. He'd give her a little time to wake up before he fucked her though. They'd had quite a session last night, and she was obviously not quite recovered from it.

A cup of coffee, a little conversation, and she would be ready to go.

"But that little spat next door woke me up too."

He lit another cigarette and rested his head in his hands, staring long and hard at the sensually swelling mounds of her completely unfettered breasts, already shimmering with mounting passion as she became more and more awake.

"What the fuck's the matter with them anyway?" Niven asked. "Shit… it sounded like he didn't want to fuck his wife."

"That's exactly what it was all about," Martin answered. "He didn't think there was enough time. Something about how he had to get to his new job."

"I've never heard of a man who doesn't want to fuck his wife as often as he can," Niven commented thoughtfully.

"There are men like that," Martin told her. "I've seen them. Some guy has a real nice piece of ass and all he wants to do is look at her."

"I can't imagine anything better than fucking," Niven said in a voice that let Martin know she was becoming more and more awake.

"And neither can Kate," he said. "That young wife wants her husband's cock so bad she can taste it. You were trying to get back to sleep, but I was listening to them. She was so pissed at him for not fucking her that she threw something at him."

"Nice way to begin a marriage."

"Yeah… and a better way to end one."

"Well… we don't have to worry about them. They have their life to live, and we have ours."

"That's right, and starting real soon, our life and theirs are going to mesh."

"Huh?"

"We're going to help them."

"Are you kidding?" Niven asked, leaning back and looking at him as though she couldn't believe what he had said. For a moment, Martin was totally distracted by a full view of her naked body as she sat. There was no denying the fact… Niven carried herself naked the same way she did with clothes on. She was acting so naturally that Martin would have believed her if she told him she didn't know she was naked. He gathered his thoughts and resumed his conversation, feeling his cock expand in his pants all the more.

"No, I meant it. You and I are going to help them."

"Why? It's none of our business. They made their bed. I say let them sleep in it."

"Come on, Niven," Martin said in a voice that was somewhat scolding.

"If I wanted to forget about other people, I would have stayed in my parents' pad in New York… and I would have left you at the half-way house."

He could see the reaction of his words right away on Niven's lovely face. At first she had been hurt, but she could see, after a little thought, what he was saying.

"You of all people should be able to understand that," he continued.