*Pop*
Two slices of toast burst from the toaster. Striding over casually, I grabbed the butter and a knife from the table and picked up the toast. Spreading a healthy amount of butter across the golden surface of the decidedly poor breakfast, I headed to the living room, flopped onto the couch and turned on the TV.
Life was decent. I was headed to university after the summer and until then I could relax. The weather was fantastic, not a single bad day, and to top matters off, my parents were out of the country for a month, giving me the place to myself.
I finished my breakfast and looked at the time. 10:15 AM. I quickly leapt to my feet and ran to put my shoes on. I jogged to the front door before taking a moment to compose myself. I took a breath and fixed my hair in the mirror. Then, I finally stepped outside to collect the newspaper. And as I did, completely coincidentally, she ran by.
Okay, okay, okay. In no way was it a coincidence. But can you blame me? Only a few months ago Helen Flanagan, THE Helen Flanagan, moved in next door. And, since the weather has been so good, she had decided to, every morning, go out running in a sports bra and yoga pants. I may have remembered at what time she does this so I can take a look at her as I grab the paper.
Anyway, I reached down and grabbed the newspaper, the whole time watching her out of the corner of my eye. Picking up the paper, I turned to head inside as she walked up her driveway. Helen gave a friendly smile which I returned. Walking inside I closed the door behind me. I took a breath before muttering to myself “Time to jerk off”.
I spent the next few hours doing the usual stuff: gaming, watching TV and admittedly jerking off some more. Eventually, lunch rolled around and I decided that I couldn’t be bothered making something when I could walk five minutes up the road and grab a sandwich from the corner shop. I threw on a shirt and some jeans and grabbed some cash before heading out. The midday sun was pleasantly beating down as I headed down the road, I thought about what I could do later, lying outside sounded good right about now, with the way England is you’ve got to take advantage of the good weather when it comes. The familiar beep sounded as I opened the shop door and stepped inside, the cool air conditioning running through my body and making me shiver slightly. I browsed around and decided on a simple roast chicken sandwich, I headed to the counter when something caught my eye.
Eying up the magazine for a minute I decided ‘fuck it’ and grabbed it. Casually strolling to the counter, so long as I acted like it was no big deal no one would care. I gave the usual ‘Just this’ to the cashier and smiled in thanks after paying and getting my change. The walk back home was as pleasant as the one to the shop, though it became more pleasant as I reached the driveway. I happened to spy Miss Flanagan unloading shopping from the boot of her car, something which happened to give me a fantastic view of her shapely rear. I walked up the driveway, unable to tear my eyes from her, suddenly, I managed to trip over my feet. I threw my other foot out in front of myself and thankfully stopped myself from plummeting to the floor. However, I found myself wishing that I had. The magazine fell from my hands and blew to the fence, I jogged over to get it as she stood up from the car.
“Hey!” she smiled and waved at me.
Cursing inwardly I slowed down and stood up straight, “Hi” I smiled at her, a knot of anxiety building in my stomach. I looked and saw the magazine at my feet, I couldn’t move now. If I picked it up she’d see it, if I moved she’d see it. Again, I cursed inwardly, I’d have to keep talking. Right now I hated myself, because without the magazine I’d kill to be in this situation.
“Nice weather huh?” I smiled. She nodded and picked up the shopping bags heading inside. I breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the magazine.
I am a huge fucking idiot.
She strode back out to close the boot of her car. Something that was obvious she was going to do. And of course, she looks over to me. To me who has the magazine against my chest. “I see, I’ve got a fan.” she giggled.
Fuck. “I-ah, um, well-I”. I couldn’t stop stuttering. My mind had yet to form a coherent word but my mouth had already started up. Again, she laughed.
“Don’t worry about it, in fact, give it here”. Nervously, I handed her the offending item. She dug into her handbag and pulled out a pen, she quickly scribbled something on the front of the magazine before passing it back to me. “Here, signed copy just for you”.
I am a fucking lucky huge fucking idiot.
“Th-thank you” I stuttered awkwardly before heading inside and staring at the signed front cover.
This was unreal. Absolutely unreal
The rest of the day went by in a second. I couldn’t get over how well the chance encounter with Helen had gone. I had never imagined that something like that would happen.
The next day things got even better. Once again I headed out for my daily glimpse of the jogging beauty. I bent over to pick up the paper, eyes on her as always. But this time she was looking at me. All she did was give me a sly smile but my heart skipped a beat. I headed back inside, a part of me thinking I was losing it.
The next time was even crazier. The day was particularly hot, I decided to cool off in the pool and ran upstairs to grab a pair of shorts. It’s worth mentioning that my room is at the back of the house. I took a look out the window and there she was, beautiful and bikini-clad, lying in the sun. I decided that I could take a little longer to find some shorts. And I was happy that I did! A few minutes passed and Helen decided that she needed some more suncream. She started at her arms, then stomach, then the excitement began as she began to cream up her beautiful legs and thighs, I felt my mouth open as her hands glided up and down her legs and massaged her thighs. The best bit was the eyeful of tit I got whenever she moved to do her ankles. I thought that would be the best bit at least. As if she could feel eyes on her Helen looked up, seeing me at the window. My breath caught in my throat as she made eye contact with me. I was frozen solid by this point. The blonde beauty blew me a kiss before giving a coy wave.
I definitely needed to cool off in the pool now.
It kept up for the next week. Helen giving me short teasing looks and gestures. I was jerking off nearly constantly with how hot she was getting me. It was unbelievable to the point that I thought I was losing it. When she moved in I fantasised about her constantly, who wouldn’t? But never once did I think that something like this would actually happen! I didn’t think things could get any better.
I was sitting on the couch one evening, as usual, jerking off to the thought of Helen. Then, the doorbell rang. I awkwardly tried to hide my erection before running to the door. There she was. She acted casually, as if her tiny teasing actions were nothing but my mind. “Hey” she greeted me, “I locked my keys in my car, can I hang here until the guy I called arrives?” I gulped, my dick still throbbing, still, I couldn’t say no to something like that plus it’d mean I’d get to have her in the house for a bit.
“Sure, living room’s that way” I responded after a second or two. I smiled and stood aside for her to come in. She sauntered in and I couldn't help but watch the sway of her hips and arse as she did. I followed her in before asking “Do you want anything to eat or drink?"
Getting comfortable on the couch she responded “No thanks.” Nodding in acknowledgement, I sat on a chair opposite her. There was a moment of silence as she tapped at her phone.
“Urgh!” she broke the silence. “I so hope that they don’t have to do anything to my car. I mean like, I couldn’t remember bus routes, you know?”
I shifted slightly to hide my hardon before answering, “Yeah, yeah, I get you. You could always call a taxi though, if it comes to that I mean”.
Helen put her phone away and straightened out her top, “I suppose yeah,” her phone vibrated. She pulled it out and stared at it for a few seconds. “Oh shit! They’re gonna be at least two more hours!”. She held her head in her hands, clearly annoyed with the situation. “Could I have something to eat? Just because of how long they’re gonna be”.
I smiled “Sure.” Awkwardly I stood up and headed to the kitchen, still trying to hide my persistent boner
“So, uh, I haven’t got much in. Is pasta ok?” I asked from the kitchen.
Helen responded almost instantaneously. “Yeah, that’s fine”. I turned to start getting everything ready before I heard her footsteps. “Let me help, least I can do!” she chirped after me, I swore under my breath, my erection still hanging in there and Helen coming into the kitchen. There would be no way to hide it now. Well, no way in which I wouldn’t look weird. Acting quickly, I began to fill a pan with water, standing so my crotch was easily hidden.
“Right! What do you want me to do?” Helen asked, arriving at the kitchen.
I bit my lip “Well, uh, you could grab the pasta for me, it’s in that cupboard there” I said pointing. Helen reached over before her phone began to buzz yet again. She answered giving a few different affirmatives before putting the phone back.
Helen opened the cupboard and reached for the pasta. Giving a lovely view of her clearly exercise bum. She turned and passed it to me. “You know what’s funny about pasta? It stays soo hard until it gets wet.”
I gulped. This was too much. I was getting harder and harder. I couldn’t move at all now. Helen carried on “I do love to cook, it relieves stress y’know? I do enjoy stress relief.”
At this point I could barely hold on. Then Helen’s phone buzzed.. She answered giving a few different affirmatives before putting the phone back.
“That was the guy, he’s here so I’m gonna go, good job we didn’t go any further than the water” she smiled. I nodded and grinned at her as she turned to leave before suddenly stopping in her tracks. She turned around, “I’m flattered by the way” she smirked her eyes flitting to my crotch.
Once she had left I collapsed onto the couch. I could replay the evening over and over but that wouldn’t get me anywhere. I decided that the best thing I could do right now was to leave it be and focus on something else.
The next day, things carried on as normal. Well, not necessarily normal, just as they had after the magazine incident but before last night. Which I suppose was normal now. I was in the shower when I began to laugh at just how crazy things were. I was towelling off my hair when the doorbell rang, I had a very good idea of who it could be.
I quickly threw on a pair of pants and a shirt before heading to the door, not overly quickly but quickly enough. I opened the door and before I could say anything Helen placed a hand on my chest and pushed gently, following her hint I stepped back. Helen pushed the door closed without breaking eye contact and pushed me until I hit the wall.
She leaned in, her lips inches from mine. “I guess all I had to do was make the first move, FYI, there was nothing wrong with the car, I just felt like teasing for a little.” she whispered, licking her lips and bringing her hand to gently grasp my cock. We stood for a few seconds as she gently massaged me through my pants. Finally, her hands crept to my waistband and gripped, “Let’s see what we’re working with shall we!” she smiled brightly, quickly pulling down my pants and boxers in one swift motion. Helen grabbed my cock, giving it a few quick pumps and grinned. “Oooh, very nice. We’re gonna have plenty of fun” she said breathily, plunging forward and kissing me. I was stunned for a split second before planting my hands firmly on her arse and kissing back, moving myself from the wall and walking us towards the couch.
We reached the living room before she broke the kiss but before I could speak she placed a finger on my lips and dropped to her knees. Helen gave my cock a few slow strokes before lifting it and licking from base to tip, quickly taking the head inside her mouth once she reached the end. She looked up at me, making eye contact while sucking on the head of my cock and swirling her tongue around it. She winked before throwing her head forward, taking the entirety of my dick into her mouth and down her throat. She kept this up quickly sliding her head up and down my dick, from base to head and back, never once breaking eye contact with me. I felt my end fast approaching and planted my hand on her head, Helen, knowing what this signalled, lifted my hand from her head and pulled off me with a pop.
Her saliva dripped off of my throbbing dick as I looked at her. She cocked her head with wide eyes “You didn’t think I was gonna let you finish there, did you? We still have a lot more fun to get through”. She stood up and began to strip herself. First slowly pulling her top over her head and then turning around and bending over while ridding herself of her pants. She twirled around to face me once more before snapping off her bra. Revealing her huge, gorgeous, famous tits. I’ll admit that I had to work to keep my jaw from dropping. The panty clad Helen Flanagan looked me up and down before starting, rather flatly, “You can lose the shirt by the way”.
I pulled my shirt over my head. While my face was covered Helen skipped forward and pushed me back, so that I landed on the couch. I threw my shirt off just in time to see her shimmy out of her last item of clothing. She raised one of her long legs, throwing it over the arm of the couch and using it to lift herself on, she quickly straddled me. She smirked and rubbed her slit against my cock before raising herself up on dropping onto me. We both sighed. She began to rock back and forth on me, my right hand gripped her hip while my left began to squeeze and rub her rear. Slowly, I started to thrust upwards, matching the speed of her rocking. She planted a hand on my chest, my right hand moved up to squeeze and grope one of her tits. Slowly we began to move faster, Helen threw herself forward, her tits pressing against my chest, I sensed what she was about to do and took the initiative, pressing my lips to hers, desperately making out with her as my hands found her ass, squeezing hard. We began to thrust and rock as fast and hard as we could, Helen’s hands found my shoulders and she let out a scream as her climax hit her. Her pussy clamping onto my dick, her manicured nails digging into my shoulders. She began to desperately rock, trying to ride out her orgasm as long as possible. My thrusts lost their rhythm and became wild as I chased my own orgasm. After a few seconds of being in agony on the edge of cumming I released into her. I could feel my body tremble as I did. We both kept up a little longer, milking our orgasms for whatever was left.
Helen rolled off of me and pulled me into a sloppy kiss. My hands roamed her body, groping and rubbing whatever they could until I felt my energy come back. I hooked my hands beneath her and lifted as I stood. Helen clearly got the message and wrapped her legs round my waist. I carried her forward, pinning her against the wall, kissing her again. Not wanting to pull back to enter her we began to rub ourselves against each other until I managed to slip into her.
We began to screw against the wall, kissing sloppily and grinding against each other, Helen brought her hands to the back of my head and began to run her hands through my hair. The kiss broke and I buried my head into the crook of her neck, the two of us breathing heavily. Squeezing her rump I pulled us away from the wall and dropped to the floor. Helen grabbed ahold of the arm of the couch as I grabbed her waist and began to pound into her from behind, my every thrust causing her arms to tremble, her tits to jiggle and her entire body to lurch forward.
I again felt my end coming. I quickly released her hips and seized her tits, roughly squeezing them as I pounded into her as hard as I could for the last few sweaty thrusts. Helen began to whine and pant, her hair sticking to her back and forehead.
Helen came hard. The walls of her pussy clamping down on my dick. I gave two slow hard thrusts before cumming again. At this Helen’s arm gave out and we collapsed onto the couch.
We lay covered in a thin sheen of sweat, panting for air. Helen moved first, pulling herself up towards me slightly more, she began to kiss at my neck before whispering in my ear.
“If you ever need me, I’m just next door”.
Topic: Just Next Door: Starring Helen Flanagan (Read 19161 times)