Intoxicating Neighbor

My Saturday evening had started out pretty much the way they always do.  I was on my way to my neighbor's house to baby-sit his child while he went bowling with his friends.  My neighbor Brian and his wife Cindy had moved in next door to us about three years ago.  Just last year Cindy died suddenly in a car crash leaving Brian alone to raise their two year old son Josh.

I quietly slipped between our two houses and reached in my pocket.  I lit a joint I had rolled the day before and took in a deep breath.  Hold it, hold it hold it, and exhale.  'Ah what a great feeling,' I thought to myself.  I took a few moments to notice how much greener the grass was and how much bluer the sky was than just a few moments earlier.  I took one more quick hit and carefully put out the end of my smoke, I wanted to save the rest for later.

I went in to find Brian in his usual spot in front of the t.v.

"Hi," I said with a smile using my happiest tone.

"Oh hello," Brain responded barely looking up from his paper.

He usually pretty much ignores me but I don't care.  I just enjoy the extra cash he gives me for helping out.  I sat down on the couch across from Brian.

"Is Josh sleeping?" I asked as he got up to put on his shoes.

"Yes, there's a bottle of pop already open in the fridge if you get thirsty.

I'll be back around 10:00."  he added on his way out the door.

Brian's not bad looking I guess for an older guy.  He has dark brown hair, and dark sad eyes like a puppy.  I often wondered why he never dated after his wife past.  He certainly wouldn't have any trouble finding a woman.  He may of let himself go a little with his rough looking beard and torn up jeans but all in all I think he'd be quite the catch.

It was about 10:30 and Brian still wasn't home.  I went to check on Josh again.  He was sleeping sound and snoring.  I went back to living room and started surfing through the channels when the door swung open.

"Hey, Jenna I'm home." Brian announced in a shoddy voice.

He was noticeably drunk, the smell of alcohol swirled around him as he staggered towards the fridge.  I had never seen him like that before.

"Hey Honey, how about a little night cap?"  he slurred opening a can of beer and handing it to me.

Beer would not be my first choice but since I'm not twenty-one and alcohol is hard for me to come by, I greedily snatched it from his sweaty palm.  

"Thanks, so how was your night?"  I asked pleasantly.
"Great!" he replied.  I politely faked interest as he clamored on for several minutes about his evening of bowling.

Oh is Josh ok?" he asked looking a little frightened, as if he had just remembered he had a child.

"He's fine, don't worry." I assured him.

About an hour and three beers later, Brian moved over to the couch, and sat next to me.  His face was red, his eyes glassed over and his breath smelled like stale beer.  He playfully reached over and tugged at the bottom of my skirt.

"What is this outfit you're wearing?" he asked.

"Oh it's suppose to be for tennis but I just like to wear it," I replied.

The moment I said the words I could feel a warm blush on my cheeks turning me shades of red.  I was overwhelmed by his sudden attention, something I was not accustom to.  Brian was not only, not ignoring me, but he was flirting with me.  Even in his obviously drunken state, his affection, genuine or otherwise rocked me to the core.  I was both nervous and excited by the shift of power from him to me.

My heart pounded hard in my chest as he leaned over to kiss me, and slipped one hand up under my skirt, and up my thigh.  I put my hand on his and tried to slow it down as he began making his way between my legs.  His lips were soft against mine and our tongues swirled around each other in a mixture of saliva and beer.  The kiss distracted me and I barely noticed that his hand had made it's way all the way up between my legs.

He was breathing hard and I felt his fingers beginning to slide inside of my white cotton panties. 

"Wait, stop.  I can't do this." I whispered pushing him away.

"Come on Jenna," he pleaded.  "I've always been good to you, haven't I?"  
'Well I tried I thought to myself'.  That was as much of a no as I could muster.  The truth was, I said no but my body was saying 'Yes yes yes!'

He kissed me again and laid me back on the couch planting little kisses around my neck as he slowly unbuttoned my blouse.  He felt so lean and muscular more than what I had expected.  Brian positioned himself on top of me with his lower half between my legs.  My skirt had been pushed up around my wait as he slowly began humping me over my panties. 

He felt so big and hard I tried to imagine what he would feel like inside of me. I began thrusting my hips up to meet his insistent grinding.  
"You feel so good," he said in between kisses.

Suddenly, he stopped and stood up, his face was beat red, and his eyes glazed over.  

"Let's fuck," he said, quickly taking his pants off. 

I stared helplessly at his huge manhood.  I couldn't say no, I couldn't say yes.  So I said nothing at all, and pulled my damp panties down over my feet.  He climbed on top of me his hairy chest pressed against my heaving breasts.  His cologne was so strong it nearly gagged me and his bristly chin scraped across my cheek. 

"Don't tell anyone," he whispered.

He slipped a clammy hand between us and he slowly began guiding his hard cock inside of me.  I gasped as I felt the head break through my tight defenses and fill me completely up.   It kind of hurt, but it was a good hurt.  His hips rocked back and forth slipping himself a little farther inside of me with each hump.  I did not return his urgent swells.  I just laid their frozen.  I was afraid if I moved it would hurt more.  The huge age gap between us never seemed more apparent than it did in that moment, with his body so built and mine so meek and underdeveloped in comparison.

I laid motionless for several minutes tolerating his persistent thrusts with his hot breath blanketing my neck.  

"Come on Baby act like you like it," he panted.

  
Then I wrapped my arms around his waist and slid my hands up and down his back.  My hands roamed over his warm clammy body until I slipped each hand around each of his biceps with a firm grip. I held tightly onto his hard forearms and began pulling myself towards him in sequence with his ascending rhythm which was quickening with each thrust. 

All at once he let out a kind of growl and slammed hard inside of me.  I could feel his hot semen washing over my inner walls in pulsating spurts.  After a few sticky thrusts his penis began to shrink and he removed himself.  Brian stood up and began pulling his pants up over his wet, shriveling cock.

"You're not going to tell your parents are you?" he asked nervously. 

"Of course not," I said with a wink.

He patted me softly on the back. 

"Good it will be our little secret," he gushed.