Fluffing My Neighbor (Neighbor Erotica, Oral, Virgin)
Thomson had long ago asked
me to call him by his first name. He said Mr. Thomson made him feel
too old. It was a hot day and I was wearing my short cutoffs and a
white tank top. I usually dressed pretty lightly in the summer when
I babysat because the Thompson's didn't have air conditioning. The
sweat from my chest was making the shirt cling to my boobs and my
nipples poke out. I hadn't worn a bra today either. Since I just
had to walk over from next door, I often dressed pretty
casually.
    "Hi Jenny," he
said, giving me a smile. "How were the kids?"
    "Good.
Although, well, Becky is a bit upset about something..."
    Mr. Thompson
frowned. "What's wrong?"
    I'd known him
long enough that I felt like I could be pretty direct, I didn't
like to beat around the bush. "She's noticed Mrs. Thompson come out
of your room crying on a couple of occasions," I said.
    "Oh," he
said.
    "She's worried
you guys aren't... doing it... anymore," I said, worried I was
blushing a little.
    He coughed.
"What?"
    "Well... she
said she use to hear you guys having sex after your wife would
follow you to bed, but now she never does. She's worried it means
you don't love her anymore."
    Mike drained
his drink and then set it down on the counter, wiping his mouth
with hand. He was tall, and very handsome. Mrs. Thompson was very
lucky. "Of course I love her, why would she ask that?"
    I told him
what Becky had said about making love and what she thought it
meant.
    I don't think
in all of the years of babysitting for the Thompsons I've ever seen
Mike blush like he did now. He literally couldn't look me in the
eye. "Well, that's just silliness..."
    "Well, I know
it's none of my business, but I just thought I should tell you what
was going on. You've always been very good to me and I hope you
know that you can trust me if you ever want to talk about anything,
or if you ever need anything."
    Mike did look
at me then. He slowly turned his head back toward me, and I watched
as his eyes traveled the length of my body, starting down at my
hips and up past my stomach, my breasts and finally my face. His
eyes seemed to focus on my full, pouty lips. "Well, maybe it's best
if I did get it off my chest," he said. "It's just... embarrassing,
I guess. But it's like this. I do love Catherine. It's just that
lately, well, she's gained a little weight and sometimes it's a bit
hard for me to... to show her my love."
    "What do you
mean?" I asked.
    "Well, err,"
he started to blush again. "How old are you now, Jenny?"
    "I'm 19," I
said.
    "Okay, so
you're old enough that I'm sure you know how it all works. You must
have had boyfriends before, you're pretty enough that I'm sure
you've had to beat them off with a stick."
    It was my turn
to blush. "Not really," I admitted. "I guess I'm too busy with
school and babysitting here all the time. I haven't really had time
for boys..."
    "Oh," he said.
"Well... you must know about sex, though, right? I mean, how it
all... works?"
    "Oh of
course," I said. "I wasn't raised in a convent. I just haven't, you
know, experienced it firsthand."
    He stared at
me again before continuing. "Of course. Well, so, basically the
issue is one of... arousal. For a man and a woman to have sex, the
man has to be aroused."
    "You mean get
hard?" I asked.
    He coughed
again. "Yes, right. Get hard. I guess you do know some things after
all. You have no experience, at all?"
    I shook my
head.
    My Thompson
nodded but was looking thoughtfully at me. "Good, good. Anyway, to
get hard a man has to be turned on and, well, like I said, I love
my wife but... she's gained a few pounds and it's been kind of
tough for me to..." he trailed off.
    "Get hard?" I
finished for him. He nodded. "Well gee, Mike, I guess I can
understand that. But it sounds like Catherine is very upset about
it."
    "I know,
Jenny," he sighed. "She has a large appetite, and not just for
food. I guess she's been feeling a bit neglected."
    "I wish there
was a way to help her," I said.
    "Me too," he
said. "But a man

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