getting to fuck the neighbor 15

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I heard Sarah go into the bathroom, and I opened my eyes thinking, “I should go make us some coffee. I really want to stay here with Trent, but a good host would be sure his guest got everything she needed.” I dragged my ass out of bed, and grabbed some shorts and a tank top to throw on.
As I got dressed, I looked back at Trent, still sleeping. He is one of those people who sleeps beautifully. Some people look like accident victims when they sleep, in complete disarray, with limbs everywhere. They look like they were thrown onto the bed. Trent was not one of those people. He looked totally at peace, and as though he was posing for a magazine spread. He was lying on his stomach, with his arms wrapped around his pillow, one leg drawn up and one leg outstretched.
I couldn’t resist. I crawled back onto the bed toward him. He had kicked the sheets off, so his entire body was in plain sight. I couldn’t help thinking about how much I loved him, as I bent down and kissed his butt cheek, then the small of his back, then his shoulder blade, and then his neck, just below his ear. He awoke with a big stretch, rolling over as he stretched. His eyes opened and he looked up into mine. He grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled my lips to his. We kissed and he pulled me down onto the bed beside him with his other arm.
“Hey,” he said with a smile.
“Hey,” I replied. “I’m going to go make some coffee. I heard Sarah go into the bathroom a minute ago.”
“Sarah’s on her own. I have needs,” he said, as he pulled me in for another kiss. He rolled over on top of me, so he had an elbow on either side of my head, and he was between my legs. I wrapped my legs around him, and squeezed him tight. He felt so good on top of me. I didn’t want it to end. Both of us were getting hard.
Two knocks and the door flew open. “Yo, I heard you two in here talking. Who’s on coffee?” Sarah asked, looking like she had, had a pretty rough night. She was crawling onto the bed beside us, wrapping her arms around Trent’s pillow, as though she planned to go back to sleep.
“Did you sleep okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, why?” she said as she crawled onto the bed beside us.
“Oh, just wanted to be sure,” I replied.
“Or, because you look like you were attacked in your sleep!” Trent said, laughing. “Did you look in the mirror? Your hair is FUCKED UP!” he laughed.
“Shut up!” Sarah responded groggily, as she diverted her gaze from Trent to me. “Will you make coffee?” she pleaded, as she looked into my eyes.
“Yes, if I can get your brother off of me,” I said.
This was clearly a matter Sarah was experienced in handling. She sat up and first smacked her brother’s bare ass, then started pulling on his shoulder, while changing her expression to a vicious look. Through her teeth, she said, “Get off of him. I need coffee!”
“Alright, alright…” Trent said, as he stood up. “I’ve gotta piss, anyway,” and strutted off to the bathroom totally nude.
“Trent, you better put some clothes on. You know Mom and Dad will be here any minute,” Sarah said.
I got up and followed him out of the room, as he looked back over his shoulder suggestively, and said, “Wanna help me piss?”
“No, piss by yourself!” Sarah shouted, “Paul is making coffee.”
Trent laughed as our paths separated and I headed toward the kitchen, smiling back at him. As I was walking past the entry door to my apartment, I heard two soft knocks. I unlocked and opened the door, and saw Page and Dan standing there.
“Good mornin’, Paul,” Page whispered. “Is everyone up?”
“Mornin’” Dan said as he walked into the living room, looking like he was ready to take on the day.
“Yep, Trent is in the bathroom, and Sarah is in the bed,” I said.
Page snapped her head around, “In the bed? Oh, don’t tell me she kicked you boys out of your room!”
“No, no. She came in to talk to us, when she heard us up,” I explained. “I think she desperately needs coffee.”
“Oh, Paul, she is a bear before she gets her coffee. You’d do well to work quickly!” Page laughed.
I heard Dan tap on the bathroom door. “Trent, why don’t you go ahead and shower. Your Mom and I wanna take everyone out for breakfast,” he said.
“Ok, Dad,” Trent responded.
“Can I have my coffee first?” Sarah moaned.
“Sure, if you can drink it before Trent gets out of the shower,” Dan bargained.
“Ugh… Paul…” Sarah pleaded, as she climbed out of bed and started toward the kitchen.
“I’m coming. Here, it’s all ready. Do you want something in it?” I said as I walked toward her.
“Nope, I’ll take it just like that,” she said.
“I’ll have a cup, if you have enough, Paul,” Dan said.
I poured Dan’s coffee, but Page opted for orange juice. We sat and talked, and soon Trent was walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
I on the other hand was mesmerized by the sight of Trent standing there in that towel. It seemed to drape across his pelvis effortlessly. What a sight! His tall lean body, long muscular arms, light treasure trail, then long slender legs, and big feet. He looked like something off the cover of a porn flick standing there.
“Mornin’. “Y’all sleep well?” Trent asked.
“We sure did,” Page replied, looking at Dan with a smile.
“Ok, Sarah, let’s get moving,” Dan commanded.
Sarah had just taken a few sips of her coffee, and looked up at me with an exasperated expression, “Paul, will you go next?”
“Sure,” I said as I started toward the bathroom, my own cup of coffee still in hand.
I started the shower and undressed. Just as I stepped into the shower, someone knocked at the door and then opened it. It was Trent.
“Hey, sorry, I used the last of the soap,” he said.
“Oh, cool. Can you hand me a bar from under the vanity?”
“Sure,” Trent replied as he searched through the vanity for the soap. He then unwrapped the bar of soap and opened the shower curtain a bit.
“Here’s the soap. What’s it worth to ya?” He asked.
“Hrm… What do you want?” I responded with a smile.
“I’ll make ya a deal. Give me a good kiss, and I’ll throw in a bonus,” he said teasingly.
“A bonus, huh,” I said as I moved toward him.
He didn’t move as, I approached him, clearly wanting me to do all the work. I moved close to his lips, and stopped short of kissing him. I looked into his eyes, and then leaned in and gently let my lips touch his. I saw his eyes close, as I began to press my lips against his, and then open my mouth. Remembering that I had been drinking coffee and hadn’t had a chance to brush my teeth, I pulled away.
“You call that a kiss? I KNOW you can do better,” he whispered.
“Trent, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet, and I have been drinking coffee. Wait ’til I get out,” I demanded, as I started to back away.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him, “Don’t back away from me. When I tell you to kiss me, I want you to kiss me. Now, let’s try this again. Kiss me!” He said, as he firmly smacked my ass!
I was so startled by him smacking my ass that I jumped forward and he grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth onto his. Before I knew it we were in a deep kiss. My mind was more focused on how aroused that smack on my ass made me. As he slowly released his grip and our kiss ended, he smacked me on my wet ass again. I don’t think anyone had ever done that to me, and I was stunned to realize there was something incredibly erotic about it.
“Yeah, you like that, dontcha. I think we’re gonna have to explore that a little later. Right now, I want you to get on your knees. I saved you some,” Trent said.
Not quite sure what he meant, I got on my knees. Honestly, I was following his instruction with very little thought. My mind was still wrestling with those smacks on my ass, and the way they made my cock jump to attention. But, once on my knees, Trent dropped his towel, and aimed his semi-hard cock at my face.
“Open,” was all he said, as I followed his instruction and he began pissing into my mouth and down my chest. His stream ended all too, soon, but it was still a hot scene.
Again there were raps on the door, as Page yelled, “Trent, what are you doing in there? Come out and let Paul finish his shower!”
“Ok, Mom. I’m coming,” Trent said, as he pulled his towel back up and looked down at me kneeling in the shower, soaked in his piss.
As I stood up, he leaned toward me. “Kiss me,” he instructed, and I kissed him deeply, as he explored my piss soaked mouth with his tongue.
“Mmmm…” he said. “You taste good.”
As he reached to open the door, he smirked and said, “Don’t forget to wash behind your ears.”
My shower went much more quickly after Trent left, and Sarah followed me in the shower, and we were headed off to breakfast within the hour.
Throughout the morning, I just kept looking at Trent and thinking about how much he had expanded my sexual boundaries in the short time I had known him. He made me WANT to do more. Hell, half the time he made me beg for it! He was now the most beautiful man I had ever known, and not just because of his physique, but because of who he was and who we were together.
The rest of the day was just sightseeing and shopping. Later that week, his parents left, and Trent and I started to settle into a routine. With both of us working and Trent going to school, we seldom went to his condo. He was coming home late at night, and leaving fairly early in the morning. We were usually making love twice a day, and it hadn’t lost any of its charm.
I was filling in the gaps in Trent’s hectic life, doing his laundry, running errands, and soon my life and his life, melded into our life. The condo next door almost seemed unfamiliar to both of us when we walked in, like a remnant of a past life.

TBC…