An Obliging Kind of Girl
by Victoria March

"So Brandi, how’s it going, having the house to yourself?" Neil asked the short brown-haired neighbor girl. Trying not to make his interest too obvious, he pretended to concentrate on sorting through his mail while Brandi’s smile broadened.

"Great, except for the upkeep." Then, "It's too hot," she sighed and tugged her tank top loose from her moist flushed skin. "How's it going with you? Anything special coming up?"

Brandi ducked her head a little, breaking eye contact to cover her sudden shyness. Her crush was reasserting itself and her heart began to pound in her throat. Why was she talking to him as if they were friends? As if she had a right to pretend a camaraderie that they had never shared? What must he think? The shears in her hands held a certain fascination for her and she made a couple of half hearted snips at the neatly trimmed hedge, giving him an out/opportunity to go on with his "important business."

In the awkward silence, Neil took the opportunity to run his eyes over her one more time, while her attention was aimed at her little green toes.

He hadn't seen her in years, not since she was in pre-school when he'd left home for college, but she still had very much the same round face he remembered from nearly 15 years ago. Her big golden brown eyes were fringed with black lashes. Her eyebrows swept up into soft wing shaped arcs just below thick brown bangs, but the childish aspect ended at her softly pointed chin.

She was short, no more than 5’1" but full-figured, with large round breasts and wide hips. He could see the line of her bra through her tank-top, but the cups couldn’t seem to flatten the points of her breasts, even on this sultry June evening. His interest was more than a little piqued, even though a part of him felt like a heel. She was ultimately just a kid. He’d changed her diapers as a baby for cryin&Mac226; out loud. Ought to just go back in the house and leave her to her yard work "Looks like thirsty work. I have a fresh pitcher of sun tea in the fridge if you want to join me."

He didn't know whether to feel relief or disappointment when she backed up a few steps and brandished the shears. Her already flushed cheeks burned crimson and she blinked.

"Not right now, thanks. I only have a little left to do and I hate to quit this close to the end. Maybe later?"

She didn't much like the idea of tea with the hunky guy next door while she was in her current state of disarray. She'd been mowing, edging and trimming all afternoon in the heat and humidity. Sweat was running down her back and she was doing her darnedest not to pull at the damp sticky crotch of her shorts and panties wedged up to never-never land, in front of him. Grass clippings clung to her ankles, her feet were grass stained and chigger bit. To hang out with him while she looked that scruffy, longing to scratch and adjust her personal parts, was unthinkable.

"Sure," he nodded absently, "I'll be home all evening. Come on over whenever you feel like it. The place must get kind of lonely with your folks gone." He didn't wait for her to reply.

Inside, he thought to himself, whew! He still couldn't get over it! There she was, after all those years. She was young and she was pretty.

Neil knew he could have her and his musings veered into fantasy. Images of her soft shapely legs wrapped around his waist while he suckled those amazing breasts made him gasp and groan deep in his throat. His thumb circled the head of his cock, smoothing droplets of precum over the thick bulbous end. And as he closed his eyes and thought of the feel of her tight little sheath opening for the first time ever to take him in, he let go.

In the shower, he thought of how nicely she'd fit in the little tiled cubicle, kneeling under the hot spray while she sucked him off. As he dried himself, he thought he could see the outline of her body under the bed covers, waiting for him to climb in on top of her.

"It's not a date, it's not a date," she whispered to her reflection. It's not a date, just ice tea, became her mantra as she let her body melt in her shower. Still, she couldn't help wondering how his lips would feel on hers. Her palms slid along her wet skin and imagined his hands on her breasts, long fingers twisting her nipples. Short stabs of fire drew her fingers into the nest of dark pubic curls to seek out the bright pink nub of flesh.

Gawd, but he was gorgeous, she sighed. His blonde shaggy curls, hooded blue eyes . . . Until a few weeks ago, he'd worn a closely trimmed beard and moustache. Facial hair couldn't obscure his beautifully shaped mouth and chiseled jaw line. Even accounting for her own less than average height, he was very tall, more than six feet. His t-shirts strained and clung across a deep chest and broad shoulders when he worked outdoors and her heart leapt in her throat every time his pectorals bunched with exertion.

Brandi's mind filled with images of his every move and sound as she imagined him joining her in the shower. His body was pressed to hers, pinning her to the wall as his cock impaled her. Her fingers slipped past her engorged clitoris to enter the wet depths of her sex. First one, then two fingers stroked deeply and rhythmically until her breath came in short sharp gasps. In spite of the cool spray streaming down, she broke into a sweat and her gasps became high cries of ecstasy. Her thumb circled and flicked at her clit and the muscles of her vagina began to spasm. The sound of flesh smacking against the wall came to her as she flung out one hand to support herself. Her climax gripped her, making her twist and sink to her knees. Within moments she was quivering and heaving with exertion, the edge of her desire blunted. At any other time, she'd have dug in for a string of orgasms until she was too sore to continue, but tonight, well, she had a date, not a date, just tea! Even so, her heart was doing flip-flops and the sexual energy was beginning to rebuild.


Neil was blown all to hell the minute he set eyes on her. Her hair was still wet, combed straight back from her face, clinging to her pale smooth neck. Her skin glowed warmly, the slight tanning it'd taken emphasized by the white halter dress. Good God, he could clearly see the outline of her areola and nipples right through it! The western sun shone through the skirt to silhouette her legs and bottom. The only other thing she wore was a pair of tiny strap sandals. His palms itched to mold themselves over her. At this rate, his dick would be poking out from under the hem of his shorts!

Brandi simply smiled and breezed in as he stepped back to admit her. She hadn't intended to dress so provocatively, but her shower-capades made her throw her insecurities to the wind. If he wanted her, he wanted her. If he didn't, he wouldn't be moved that much to take advantage of her invitation. He had, after all, only offered her tea. But judging by his erect reaction, perhaps more would come of it after all. The time was right. Something told her Neil Emery wasn't a fumbler.

"You look very, uhm, pretty, Brandi," was all he could think to say as he followed her inside. He thought of how much prettier she'd look bent over his dining room table while he ravished her.

"Thanks," she smiled and reddened a little, "I was mainly going for comfort. I got so chigger bit and sunburned today. I never remember to put on enough suncreen."

Before he could stop himself, he let a finger lightly trail over the demarcation line of white skin and red bisecting her shoulder. "So I see." Brandi jumped a little and turned to look him in the eye. "You burn very easily, I'll bet." Such nice eyes he had behind those rimless glasses. Such a very nice kissable mouth, as it filled her vision, then dipped to softly enfold hers.

There was no urgency in their kiss. It was very relaxed, almost comfortable. Tongues dipping and flicking to taste and drink, bodies not quite touching, letting the light friction send zings of electricity through their clothes. Neil caught her hands in his and held them behind her as he backed her into the edge of the dining room table, until she was tightly wedged between him and the hard wooden rim of oak. She could feel his hard member boring against her belly and his feet were moving between hers, widening her stance. All it would take was for him to lift her hem and he could have her then and there.

A swift movement would be all it took, he thought, as his breath passed into her mouth, then back again. He could smell her scent and knew that, virgin or not, she would take him easily and willingly. Just back up a little, then flip, she'd be belly over the tabletop, ass exposed, swollen lips open and wet. He held her wrists in one hand and clasped his other in her short thick hair, and pulled her head back to nibble at her neck.

Getting a grip on himself, finally, he backed away, releasing her mouth from his. She didn't fight him; she didn't try to pull him back. She simply stood there, quivering, eyes closed, lips parted and puffy. She kept her arms behind her, elbows bent to rest on the solid wood for support. Her back was slightly arched, pulling the nearly sheer cotton over her engorged nipples. She felt the nectar spread outward from the throbbing lips of her sex and melt down her upper thighs. She was unwilling to close her legs and cut off the cool air currents breathing over the silky dampness. If he were to raise her hem, he would see how her clit stood out past its enveloping folds, how the hairs surrounding it would glisten with dew in the dying sunlight. Yes, he would be the one. It was only a matter of time.

Not a word was spoken. Neil knew where they stood now. She was no shy little violet. She was passionate, yet disciplined. She seemed to relish the fire of anticipation and he was more than willing to oblige her. But he needed time to think and put some space between them. There was much to say.

It was easy to make these assertions with an ice cold gallon pitcher of sun tea in his hands. A handful of ice cubes were a great jolt into reality and the chink of ice against glass helped to clear his head. He didn't wait until Brandi was served to take a long deep swallow, before refilling his glass. She had settled onto the sofa in the living room with her legs crossed Indian style when he returned. Her skirt was arranged so that it hung loosely between her open thighs and she'd kicked off her sandals. Brown wisps of hair were drying into little curls around her face and neck and he had a heart-stopping view of her cleavage as she raised her hand to take the glass from him. Neither spoke as he settled at the other end of the sofa opposite her.

"Of course you realize what just happened in there," he began. Not the best opening, but it was better than nothing. It was too late for small talk. "But I&Mac226;m not sure it's wise to take this . . . attraction any further." There. The ball was in her court now.

Brandi nodded, took a sip and swallowed. "It was pretty intense, wasn't it?" She shifted a little and smiled when he grinned and moved his head in agreement. "But what kind of reservations do you have, Neil? I'm on the pill, have been for over a month now. I'll be leaving in a couple of months. My parents are gone and I'm legal. The prospect of making love with you doesn't scare me in the least." She put her face into her glass and took a long drink to cover the tremor in her hand. "How many women have you been with?" she couldn't help asking.

"I have been married three times and I have no idea how many other women I've had sex with," he lobbed back. "If I were to count them up, it would be, well, maybe even close to a hundred."

„Have you been tested for HIV?"

"Yes, several months ago." I was negative, thank God." He endured her long steady gaze without breaking eye contact. They quietly sipped their drinks, ignoring the condensation as it ran off their glasses.

"I've never been tested," she whispered hoarsely, the color rushing furiously upward from under her neckline. "The farthest I've ever gone was oral sex with a boy in my class." Brandi smiled slightly and bowed her head, shame flushing her features.

Neil watched her cheeks redden. She really was adorable, he thought, slightly distracted by the insistent pulse of his cock. He leaned forward and took her hand in his. It was tiny and velvety in his palm and he pulled her to him. His voice dropped, nearly growling as her body melted against him.

"Ooooooo," she breathed, lying in his embrace, reveling in his caresses.

Neil touched his tongue around her hairline. His fingers found and twisted her nipple until it stood out as hard as a pebble. Her scent deepened and his mouth dipped to catch hers as her head fell back.

"I want you, Neil, as bad as I've wanted anything, I want you inside me," she moaned, then kissed him back. She raised up onto her knees and guided his hand under her skirt. "Will you do it to me? Will you fuck me tonight?" He didn't speak for a long time. His lips and tongue claimed hers in a long hard kiss and his fingers dabbled in her sex. With his free hand, he undid his shorts and let his cock spring free.

"You are going to be soooo bad, darling," he purred as he smoothly pulled her around to straddle his lap. Her soft wet folds rested directly against his erection and she instinctively began to rock against it. His cock was hot and silken against her wetness and she would pause occasionally to run the head along her willing slit. It took all of his self-control to keep from breaking her then and there. Instead, he grit his teeth and worked her engorged clit until she shuddered in the onset of orgasm. His hands clutched at her cheeks and pulled her hard to the underside of his shaft, letting her stroke it until he exploded as well.

Neil massaged her back and shoulders and let her arms wind round his neck. He could feel her nipples through his shirt and her juices drenched his testicles.

He took her to his room, and set her on the edge of the bed. She sat shivering and slightly dazed as he quickly divested himself of his clothes. Neil stood to his full height, hiding nothing from her. Her eyes widened and her lips parted in fascination as her eyes moved over the full length of his form. He preened slightly, letting her take him in with her eyes, his wide shoulders, thick chest and biceps. He smiled slightly as her eyes lingered on his erect shaft and her tongue darted out to moisten dry lips.

His body gleamed in the last light, the shadows gave him a depth and mystery that made her want to shrink back. He suddenly seemed dangerous and for the first time, as she stared at his enormous erection, she worried that he would hurt her. How was she going to take all that in? A groan, half of longing, half despair escaped.

"Stand up, Brandi," He quietly ordered. His voice was husky with emotion, but steady, "and take off your dress." When she complied, extending her garment to his outstretched hand, he laid it over the back of a chair before advancing on her. A thrill of terror lanced through her belly bringing a fresh rush of nectar from between her petals. Her lips moved soundlessly as he lifted her in his arms and laid her out before him. The mattress sank next to her as he stretched out, making her slide into the well made by his body. Without thinking, she turned her face into the wall of flesh that was his chest and left long sighing kisses over his skin.

From somewhere above her he moaned and sank into the sensations she evoked with the growing boldness of her caresses. His hands roamed lazily over her body, moving her to return her kisses, adjusting his position to burrow into the hollow of her neck. It wasn't long before his fingers once again found the well of honey between her thighs and began to explore its depths. She was still wet from her earlier orgasm and his juices. His strokes were steady as they pressed farther and farther, loosening and preparing her for what was to come. Her legs lay open for him, her hips rocked under his hand and her moans intensified as her need grew.

The heady aroma of sex permeated the air, their skin, hair and mouths and Brandi gave herself over to the fire engulfing every nerve of her body. Her strangled scream of release filled her ears and inside her head his words of love and greed moved her further into her climax. He made it so easy to give over, to twist and weep with delight under his weight, to feel the end of his shaft nudge at her opening and moan helplessly against the pain of hunger.

"Please" she cried, her hands clutching his ass cheeks, her hips surging against him. Neil shook as the ache of longing enveloped him, washed through him, making him careless of her unbroken barrier. She was soft, so soft and wet and willing. Very deliberately, he slid her hands over her head and clasped them in his fist. His tongue and lips left fiery trails along the underside of her arms and he enjoyed her squeals and moans he nuzzled the tender hollow of her armpit. Her cries became a song as he teased and tasted her flesh, letting his hunger build. Soon, very soon. He knew he would possess her as no other had before, nor would again. Within a moment, she would be his and only his.

Brandi arched under his mouth, helpless to prevent him from tormenting her, driving her to writhe under his belly. Her insides twisted and ached in anticipation and seemed to scream with frustration at the feel of his head stroking her throbbing slit. She listened to the noises growling from deep in his chest and she shuddered and begged him to fill her. Between desperate moans, she bit into his throat and shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to push him past restraint. The sharp hard nips goaded him, fraying his control until he could no longer resist and the desire to possess her was too great to hold back.

His eyes locked with hers for a long moment, confirming her readiness, poised in warning. Then, each fist pinning a slender wrist just above her head, he thrust inward, sinking deeply and swiftly, carried by the momentum of desire. The rupture and subsequent invasion jolted her, forcing her to open wider than she'd thought possible and still he didn't stop.

"Shhhhh . . . baby . . . shhhhh" he whispered amidst her protest and her body yielded under his weight as he pressed into the very center of her being and sank deeper still. He wasn't wholly unmindful of her hurt, but it seemed so far away compared to the intense pleasure of her sheath, tight as a fist around his cock. Her cries filled his mouth as he sealed them off with slow full kisses and he finally paused to allow her a moment to accept him.

She lay tensely beneath him, her muscles twitching and clamping for a while as he murmured his pleasure into her hair. He slowly moved over her, releasing her and letting her arms wind around his torso as he resumed his long slow stroking. Within moments, she found herself responding, her pelvis tilting to meet his, gradually exchanging pain for pleasure at each pass of flesh in flesh.

"Oh God," she groaned, realizing that this was it, this was why she'd come to him. In the onslaught of emotion and sensation, it was still hard to believe that he was the one doing this with her. She was raw and new, but exultant as they increased their pace. Her world contracted and fell away into forgetfulness. All awareness was focused on the voluptuous pleasures intensifying between her thighs and her legs slid up around his waist, heels locked behind his back.

In the full darkness, they abandoned themselves to each other. Time stood still as they grappled and rutted, panting and singing with lust. Nails bit into bare skin, teeth nipped and tugged and tongues lapped greedily as the roaring in their blood suddenly overtook, then drowned them.

Hours later, as they lay entwined and whispering, they plotted the coming summer. Neil told Brandi all of the things he still wanted to do to her and she shifted dreamily under his hands, looking forward to obliging him.