Unleashed: Neighbour Needs Help
Copyright© 2026 by TMax
Chapter 13: Neighbors Help Neighbors
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 13: Neighbors Help Neighbors - Part of the Unleashed Series. Zer causes her older neighbor to have an accident, so with guilt in her heart, she vows to help her neighbor. In the process, her neighbor helps her learn new things and grow from a naive, innocent little girl into a confident young woman. Slow serial. Thirty-Six Chapters. Some chapters contain incest scenes with father, mother, and sister, Polly. Of note: this story has hardcore sex scenes, but also character development.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Incest Mother Sister Father Light Bond Group Sex Orgy First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Big Breasts Teacher/Student Slow
“Where’s he taking you?” Mrs. Reynolds asked as I shaved my legs. She had just corrected my technique. I hadn’t thought about it, but it made sense to shave with the grain of the hair to avoid pulling the cuticles out, thus causing pimples and ingrown hairs. However, it didn’t seem to get as smooth, or rather, I had to do a patch a few times. So lucky to have her help, because Mom never taught me anything like this.
“Why am I shaving my legs when I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt. And why am I wearing jeans and a t-shirt when I want to impress him?” I asked. I thought Mrs. Reynolds would want me to wear a small black dress and do my makeup, but instead, she wanted me to wear my tight jeans and my loose white Einstein shirt with a black bra under, which you could totally see. She didn’t even want me to put on foundation to hide my blotchy complexion and only lip gloss with a tiny bit of mascara, which didn’t make sense. He models for a calendar. He goes on dates with models, models much prettier than me.
“Dear, what do you want from this boy?” Mrs. Reynolds asked. What did I want? Obvious. I wanted a boyfriend, or at least a boy to notice me, or I don’t know, something fun, and him to notice me, and maybe, the other girls in the place to feel jealous, for him not to break my heart, and most important, to choose me over Polly, even though no way would I let those two meet. I wanted to feel special. Heard and seen.
“I don’t know,” I said, because how do you say everything that you actually want? I carefully shaved the hair near my crotch, as I did not want to cut my skin down there. I wished I felt comfortable enough to remove my underwear so I could get the longer hairs that stuck out, but just sitting in my panties made my stomach twist, and I would throw up if I took them off.
“If you don’t know what you want, you’ll get it,” Mrs. Reynolds said, just like my teachers who always say that you have to have a goal so that you can work towards it. What did I want most? To have a guy like me, want me, to start working down my list to decide what type of person I wanted. I guess that.
“If you don’t know where you’re going, you may end up someplace you don’t want to be,” Mrs. Reynolds said as she gestured to the skin cream. My skin felt smooth and sexy as I rubbed it in, and I spent extra time around my groin. I wanted to rub it deeper in, but I could never do something like that in front of Mrs. Reynolds. I had to sit slightly turned away to hide the wet spot in the middle of my panties, another reason to remove them, which I wished I had the bravery to do.
“I know, I just...” I said, because again, how do you say that you want to see lust in a guy’s eyes, to see him want to jump your body, to lose control, and not give a damn about anything but you.
“Zezerka, you need to talk about it. Nothing embarrasses me, and if it did, that means I need to talk about it more,” she said. She leaned back on the toilet with her eyes closed. She wore a thin, white t-shirt that I could see her nipples through, with baggy white shorts. In contrast, I sat on the edge of the bathtub, in panties and a hoodie.
“Ok, I want him to want me,” I said, but I couldn’t imagine a male model wanting me. I wore stupid, baggy clothes, and it made less and less sense for Mrs. Reynolds to insist that I wear jeans and a t-shirt, with Einstein on it, no less! Models can’t like nerds, but Mrs. Reynolds knows way more about guys than I do, so, while I secretly thought her wrong, I needed to listen to the more experienced person in areas that I know so little about.
“Why?” Mrs. Reynolds asked, like a teacher to a student, but also like a friend, with care in their voice and a genuine desire to help. I suspected that she knew why, but that I didn’t really know.
So, why? Because. Because I wanted to feel pretty, desired. Desired more than Polona, more than my classmates. I wanted Randy to crawl back to me and beg. If he wanted me, desired me, that means that others missed their chance, and maybe future models would love and desire me. I needed that, no, I wanted that so much because then I would rub Polona’s face in it, and my friends would think me way cooler, and her friends would want to hang out with me more. I bet Cindy or Jennifer would try to seduce me, imagine that.
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