Jeff Collins: Hot to trot neighbors

"Louise."

"Uh… hello, Paul," Louise said nervously, and wanted to add, "did you hear about your little sister fucking my father?" But instead, she slid by him and walked to the fountain.

"Hey, what's wrong? Am I poison or something?"

"Yes… I mean, no. Oh, damn, I don't know. Do you want anything?"

"How about a Coke and a kiss?" Paul said, sliding onto a stool and flashing Louise a wide smile to show her his perfect white teeth.

"The Coke yes… the kiss no," Louise was in a turmoil as she fixed the drink. Why, all of a sudden, did the best looking and most popular guy at the lake want to kiss her?

She knew Paul Hays had a reputation of only going with girls who put out. And it was a well-known fact among the summer young people that Louise was a virgin, and intended to stay that way.

But Louise hard harbored a crush on Paul Hays for a long time. If the truth were known, she would have liked to kiss him… and perhaps do a lot more.

But, how could she even think that way now, when the knowledge that his sister was fucking her father kept preying on her mind?

"Here's your Coke. That's twenty-five cents."

Paul laid the money on the counter. When Louise reached for it, he caught her arm and pulled her around the counter until she was very near him.

"How about that kiss now?" he said, again flashing that beautiful smile.

"Don't Paul… please!"

His nearness was really turning her on. She could feel the familiar swell in her titties and the itch in her pussy. He was in tight, white swim trunks and wore no shirt. He had a muscular, slender boy's body, with a deep tan. The long strong legs, the even, almost perfect features, hair turned light by the sun, made him a little too unreal to believe.

Then he whispered in her ear how much he really liked her. Before Louise realized what was happening, he was pressing his mouth to hers, kissing her passionately, puffing her close so that the large bulge in his swim trunks rubbed against her belly.

His tongue was like hot fire in her mouth and the hardness of his chest rubbed against her nipples, making them spring to erect hardness. Louise knew that her panties were soaked through with the juices from her heated pussy.

Involuntarily, she began to rub back against him, rising to her toes so that the hardening lump of his cock came nearer to her pussy.

"Jesus," he gasped, lifting his face from hers, "you are a hot little number."

"Wha… what do you mean?"

"I mean, it's about time you got some real man-type lovin', and I wanna be the one to do it!"

Louise started to slap him. But, before she could, he again pulled her against him and kissed her, hard.

Louise moaned. His body crushed against hers. Suddenly, she felt the warm presence of his trembling hand beneath her skirt. It moved upward, at last to her panties, his other arm tightly engulfing her, its hand caressing her tit while his mouth remained glued to hers.

"Goddam," he moaned, at last breaking the torrid kiss.

"Oh, Paul," Louise gasped, "do you mean it? Do you really like me?"

"You're damn right I do, honey." He stepped back a step or two. "If you don't believe me, just look at what you do to my prick!"

Louise looked down. He had rolled his trunks down enough so she could see the head of his cock. Beneath it, still hidden by the material, was the thick bulge of the barrel running down the length of his belly to his groin.

This time Louise did slap him, and sprinted for the rest room in back of the store. She slammed and locked the door behind her and buried her face in her hands.

They're all alike! All boys and all men are the same! All they want is pussy!

There was a tap on the other side of the door.

"Go away!"

"I will," Paul raid. "There's a dance at the Pavilion tonight. Be there, Louise. Be there and you won't regret it!"

"Never!" she hissed back at him. "Never in a million years!"

"We'll see," he laughed, and then she heard his footsteps moving away.

She waited a few more minutes and then emerged from the rest room. He was gone. She went about her duties like a robot for the next hour, and then left.

She sprinted across the village and, minutes later, rushed into the Wilsons' summer house. Eunice was waiting for her and the two girls exchanged gasping, tearful hellos.

"C'mon up to my room," Eunice said. "I've got so much to tell you!"

"Where are your folks?"

"Sailing. They won't be home for hours." The moment they were on the bed, sitting cross-legged across from each other, Louise spilled out all the details of the recent encounter with Paul Hays.

"Wow," Eunice said when her friend had finished. "I wish Paul Hays would come after my pussy!"

"Eunice!"

"Well, it's true! I didn't get fucked last winter. Did you?"

"No."

"Well, then, why not Paul Hays?"

"I'll tell you in a minute. What I'm wondering about is why, all of a sudden, Paul wants me. Last summer, he didn't even look at me!"

"Well, honey, this year you've got those tits."

"Eunice!"

"It's true," the young girl replied. "Hell, if I were a boy I'd love to play with those big titties of yours. Don't you ever want to get fucked, Louise?"

"Yes," Louise breathed, trying to keep the embarrassment out of her voice.

"Then, now's the time and Paul's the best around. All the girls last summer said he has a terrific cock and he really knows how to use it!"

"That's what I've got to tell you about," Louise said, and launched into a detailed recitation of what she had seen on the beach between Alice Hays and her father.

When she finished, she was shocked at Eunice's comment.

"So what?"

"So what?" Louise gasped. "Eunice, my father is committing adultery!"

"Oh, shit, Louise, everybody fucks everybody. I'll admit that Alice Hays is a little young, but hell, she probably wants a mature cock. I hear she's gone through all the boys around here. She probably got tired of them!"

Louise was shaking her head. "I can't believe what you're saying."

"Shit, Louise, I watch my folks fuck all the time. I've even watched my father fuck our next door neighbor back in the city."

"What?"

"Sure," Eunice said, a beaming smile on her face. "They were going at it like I don't know what down in the playroom during a party. Mother had gone to bed with one of her headaches. He may be old, but it doesn't seem to stop him from screwing!"

"Eunice!"

"Well, that's what it is… screwing. Don't be so old-fashioned. Listen, they're having a party tomorrow night, and if you want to stay over, I'm sure we can catch them together. I mean, you sure can learn a lot by watching!"

"Well, I guess…" Louise stopped. "Eunice, are you sure you've never…"

"I told you, no. At least, I haven't done it with a boy yet. But I did do it with another girl. In fact, a woman… one of my teachers at school."

"You mean, you fucked with another girl?"

"Sure," Eunice said. "Oh, I'm sure it's not as good as it would be with a guy's cock, but it was good. I must have come ten, times at least!"

"But… but how?" The left-over tension from being with Paul combined with the talk of girl-to-girl fucking made the juice in Louise's pussy start to boil again.

"I could tell you," Eunice grinned. "But I'd rather show you."

Eunice was smaller than Louise. Her blonde hair provided the perfect compliment to Louise's dark, shoulder-length tresses. She had an almost boyish look except for the small apple-shaped buds of her tits and her soft, feminine features.

But there was nothing boyish about Louise, who filled out her clothes so fully that she had to keep rebuttoning the top of her blouses, because the weight of her tits kept pulling the button from the hole, exposing her deep cleavage to the view of anyone who happened to be looking. She was still vaguely ashamed of her tits, not quite sure just what to make of them. But they were too big to ignore, even though so far they had been more of a bother than anything else. When her friend's hand slipped beneath Louise's skirt and up her thigh, she was shocked. But she was giddy with desire and the hand felt good running up her leg, closer and closer to her panties. "Oh, Eunice, we… we shouldn't."