Dexter, the Neighbour's Kid
Copyright© 2026 by alan14
Chapter 3
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 3 - It all started when I twisted my ankle as I got off the bus. Dexter, my neighbour's son, came to my rescue. He helped me up, collected all my new bras and panties that had spilled over the pavement, then helped me hobble home. He bandaged my ankle and made a bed in my lounge. For the next week he visited morning and evening, making sure I was OK. At no point did he act in an ungentlemanly manner. This made me want to reward him even more...
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa First Big Breasts Size
“This is great!” Dexter exclaimed as we walked along the prom into town.
I needed gin, and I needed a few, so I was heading for the cheapest pub in town. Always a risk when I’m alone, because a visit usually involves unwanted advances from men with more fingers than teeth.
“It really is, do you think Mary will be OK with you working at the station?”
“She should be fine,” he replied as we walked into the pub, then turned around and walked straight out.
“I wasn’t seeing things just then,” I asked.
“I don’t think so,” Dexter replied.
“So that was Jane on the stage, stripping.”
“I only saw her side as she turned, but that looked like her back tattoo.”
“I saw her before you, it looked like her face ... would you be mad if we went in for another look?”
Dexter thought for a moment, “have you been in there before?”
“Yes, I go in a lot, but not when they have strippers on.”
“Do the artists go out the back, or through the audience,” Dexter asked, a perceptive question.
“I’ve presented shows from there, the bands go off the back, so the strippers should.”
“OK, we can go in, but we’re standing at the bar, and you’re blocking me if she looks our way.”
So, we went back in, and moved straight to the bar, where I ordered a large G&T, and a lager for Dexter.
Jane was good, she danced well, using a few props like a chair, a table, a bottle that she inserted in a few different holes, and a stripper pole that wasn’t there the last time I visited. She was very fit, and extremely flexible.
Dexter watched her intently, but held my hand the whole time, which I appreciated.
“She’s very good,” I told him as she left the stage.
“She’s not as pretty as you,” he told me, kissing my cheek.
I appreciated that, as well.
We stayed for the next girl, who was younger, and prettier, but not as good a dancer, and thankfully, didn’t insert anything into any of her orifices.
“She looks like a girl in our 6th form,” Dexter observed as the second girl left the stage.
“Surely she’s too old for 6th form,” she looked 20 at least.
“Yes, and she has tattoos ... ahh, yes, I know, she’s Abi’s sister...”
“Who’s Abi?” I asked.
“You won’t know her, she doesn’t live near us. She’s dating a lad in year 13.”
“Lucky lad if Abi looks anything like her sister.”
“They could be twins.”
“Yes, a very lucky lad.”
We were about to leave when a third girl came out, this one was about the same age as Abi’s sister. She was very slim and moved around the stage area like she owned it.
She did a backflip, landed on her hands, wrapped her legs around the pole, then lifted her body until she was horizontal to the floor. I felt my legs and hips ache just watching her.
Somehow, she did something with her legs, so she started moving around the pole. While doing this impossible manoeuvre, she unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it to the floor, the bra was next, this came off as she slid slowly down the pole, dropping to the floor just as she lowered her hands to stop her slide.
I found myself clapping and cheering with the rest of the room.
As the girl’s legs let go of the pole, she moved into a handstand, her skirt dropped and we were treated to a view of her peachy arse as she walked on her hands off the stage and out of the door at the back.
As the music returned, we made our way out of the pub.
“Did you enjoy the strippers?” Dexter asked as we walked home.
“Yes, did you?”
“The second girl was nice, and the third girl was very talented, but maybe a little skinny.”
“I doubt she’d have been able to do that act with a figure like mine.”
“I like your figure,” Dexter replied, squeezing my hand tighter.
“Do you like looking at pretty girls,” he asked as we rounded the corner and walked past Dexter’s house, safe in the knowledge it was empty.
“I really do ... is that OK?”
“Yes, it is ... do you think Auntie Jane is pretty?”
“Not pretty, but she’s striking. I can see how she’d be attractive to men. Do you like Jane?”
“I used to, but she was the only woman I’d seen naked. Now I’ve seen you – and two more girls, including Hazel...”
“Who’s Hazel?”
“She was the second girl, Abi’s sister, I just remembered her name. She was very pretty, but still not as nice as you.”
“Thank you Dexter, that means a lot.”
That night, it was my turn to lie on the bed ... after we’d changed the bedding and stashed a few towels on a chair by the bed.
“Have you ever had sex with a girl,” Dexter asked as he started to undress.
“Oh yes...” I replied dreamily, “a few girls ... my first was when I was still at school. I was around your age ... no, it was year 10, so I was younger. Veronica Carver was the most beautiful girl in school...”
“Surely you were...” Dexter broke in.
“Why, thank you, Dexter, but I was nowhere near as beautiful as Ronnie. She was tall, slender, built like a supermodel, her honey blonde hair was long and flawless, her eyes were green and utterly beguiling ... I have photos of us both somewhere, I’ll try to find them.
“It was Ronnie who asked me out, and I accepted in a heartbeat. We kissed a lot that first night ... she lived in one of the big houses behind the golf course, her dad was the chair of the golf club, they were very posh. We sneaked into the park next to the golf course after it closed ... there’s loads of gaps in the bushes along the track between the park and the golf course ... we held hands as we took our private tour through the park, then she pulled me into the bushes by the Japanese garden and we tore each other’s clothes off ... we had sex, and it was wonderful.
“We dated for over a year ... we both still went with boys, but we were only steady with each other.”
“Why did you stop dating?”
“Good question ... we were both clear that while we loved each other, and we loved having sex with each other, we both liked boy sex more than girl sex ... boys can do things that no girl can do, even with a dildo or strap-on ... I know there are girls who will only sleep with girls, but Ronnie and me just weren’t wired that way. After school, we both went to different 6th form colleges ... Ronnie wanted to do hair and beauty, I wanted to do Media ... our colleges weren’t even in the same towns, so we just drifted apart.”
“That’s sad...”
“A little, but I didn’t stop sleeping with girls when the opportunity arose ... and it arose frequently when I was at university, and less frequently since ... mmm ... I think we’d both like to try it on with the second girl ... what was her name?”
“Hazel...”
“Ahh yes ... like her eyes...” I mused, getting more turned on than I should be by the thought of this afternoon’s stripper, “yes, I think we’d both be happy to date Hazel.”
“If the rumours are true, she’s gay, so you’d be the lucky one.”
“Is she, then she’s a cheeky minx, teasing all those men. I like her even more now.”
“You said you liked being naked, and you were happy to let me see you naked that time...”
“Yes...” I replied cautiously, unsure where this was heading.
“Have you ever stripped?”
“I did it for you yesterday,” I replied, “although I was naked very quickly. I’m happy to do it slower if you like.”
“I really would ... but I meant for an audience.”
“Oh no ... I’m strictly a one-on-one gal. I tried it with two men once, I didn’t enjoy it. I had a threesome with another girl, it started out fun, especially when we made out to tease her boyfriend, but we started getting competitive over who got to blow him most and who spent the most time fucking him. We fell out afterwards, which was a sad, as I liked them both before.”
“That is a shame ... maybe she was jealous of you...”
“That might be true, but it was all her idea, a birthday treat for her boyfriend. Anyway, less talk, more action. Finish stripping and get on the bed, so I can show you how to drive a girl wild...”
Dexter kicked off his DMs and stepped out of his jeans. I gasped as I caught sight of the wonderful bulge in his boxers, it took a force of will to stop myself diving forwards and devouring it.
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