Chapter 5: My Little Neighbor-Friend Kimmy, Part 1

A week had passed since Laurie had left me. The note had said simply:

Sam,

Met somebody else. See ya.

Laurie

I knew damn well who the somebody else was.

"Piss on her!" I yelled, and took another hard pull on my bottle of tequila. "Her cunt and ass are probably so stretched by now I wouldn't want to fuck her anyway."

Despite my brave words, deep down I knew the sad truth: that little girl had taken my tender forty-year-old heart and had broken it in two, and that was the reason I was lying around my living room in my underwear, drinking tequila at ten o'clock on a Monday morning. I hadn't been to the office in a week. Things would be suffering there, but I didn't care.

I chugged down another mouthful of Cuervo and scraped my fingernail at the encrusted cum Laurie's three studs had so generously left all over my sofa.

"The dirty stinking slut!" I spat out the words like sour milk. A hot memory flashed through my brain of Laurie on the couch with all three of her holes plugged with thick teenage cocks. Anger spewed up in my throat like thick, putrid bile. If I had owned a gun I would have shot somebody.

My anger was interrupted by the ring of the doorbell. I stumbled toward the front foyer, struggling to thread my arms into the sleeves of my robe. Who could that be? I wondered, hoping beyond hope that it was Laurie finally come to her senses. I peered through the peephole and saw Kimmy, my little fifteen-year-old neighbor. I opened the door and was greeted by a furnace blast of hot, steamy air.

"Hi Kimmy," I said, mustering as much enthusiasm as I could in my depressed and semi-intoxicated state.

"Hi Sam. It's so hot out, I thought I'd see if the pool is still open. Is Laurie home?"

Kimmy and Laurie had struck up quite a friendship in the short time Laurie had lived with me. Laurie was like the big sister Kimmy never had.

"No, Kimmy..." I said, struggling with the words. "Laurie doesn't live here anymore."

Shock washed over her little face.

"She moved out a week ago," I said.

Tears welled in Kimmy's eyes. "Oh ... I guess I'll go home then."

She turned to leave.

"Just because Laurie's not here, Kimmy, that doesn't mean you can't use the pool."

She turned around again and managed a brave little smile. "Thanks, Sam." She brushed a tear from her cheek. "Is it okay if I go back now?"

"Anytime you want. The gate's open."

As Kimmy walked away, rational thought returned to my booze-addled brain. "No school today?" I asked.

Kimmy stopped. "No, it's a PD day. Thanks again, Sam."

Kimmy was such a petite little thing—no more than five feet tall and maybe a hundred pounds. She was wearing a yellow buttoned shirt with the tails tied in a big knot above her midriff, just below where her breasts would someday grow. Right now she was flat as a pancake. Her little face was cute and dotted with pale sun-freckles, her shoulder-length hair bleached to a dirty blonde by the summer's hot sun. A soft swell of buttocks peeked out the back leg holes of her denim shorts. A pair of sandals with a bit of a heel caused her little butt to wiggle provocatively as she started her turn around the house. She was going to make a nice tight package for some lucky boy one day.

I called out, "Is it okay if I join you, Kimmy?"

She flashed me a smile. "Sure."

I closed the door and went upstairs. From my bedroom window I watched her undress. She untied the knot at her belly and shrugged the shirt off her shoulders. Under it she was wearing a pink string-bikini. Noticing a bit of cleavage, I suddenly felt bad that I'd short-shrifted the kid—she wasn't flat at all; she had just enough for a mouthful.

As she wriggled out of her shorts, I saw that her bikini bottom had wedged up the crack of her bum, revealing two small but perfect white globes. My cock twitched as she tugged the material out of the inviting crevice and jumped into the pool.

I chuckled to myself. "Sam you dirty old man." I was amazed at having erotic thoughts about this little teenybopper. My, to what depths I had sunk.

I reached into my dresser drawer for my boxer trunks, and then noticed my black Speedo. What the hell, I thought. I pulled the Speedo on and checked myself in the mirror. "Lookin' good, Sam." I yanked a gray hair from my chest and gazed down at my crotch. The bulge was noticeable, but it didn't look obscene. Satisfied, I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and gargle. I didn't want the kid to smell booze on my breath this early in the morning and think I was some kind of drunk.

Preparations finished, I bounded down the stairs toward the patio door. I was really looking forward to spending some time with my little neighbor-friend. I slid the door open and paused, not wanting Kimmy to see how excited I was and perhaps get the wrong impression. The scorching heat assaulted me in waves. My head began to throb and nausea washed through me. It was late September, but we were experiencing the hottest Indian summer on record.

Kimmy had finished her swim and was lying facedown on a flattened lounge chair, her cute little butt poking up in the air. I had to get in the water soon or die. Foregoing pleasantries, I jumped headfirst into the pool. The cool water slapped me like an Arctic breeze, and the pain in my temples immediately began to subside. I held my head under for a few seconds, then started swimming laps. I'm a fair swimmer, and I knew that Kimmy would get a good view of my tight ass in my Speedo if she cared to look. Once or twice I glanced over and thought I caught her sneaking a peek.

After tiring myself out, I climbed out of the pool and sat in the lounger beside Kimmy's. She was still on her belly, her shoulders turning pink.

"Kimmy," I said, "I think you're starting to burn."

She twisted her head around to look at her shoulders. "Could you put some sunscreen on me, Sam?"

"Sure thing, kiddo."

I grabbed the tube from under her lounger and squirted the cool cream into my palms. I started at her ankles and worked my way up, spending several long minutes spreading the lotion on the backs and outsides of her legs before moving up to the silky flesh of her inner thighs. I took my time there, getting an even application over all her exposed areas. When I rubbed my fingers deep between her legs, they nudged the crotch of her bikini bottom. My cock twitched and an uncomfortable pressure began to build under my Speedo.

After finishing Kimmy's thighs, I lifted my leg over her chair to straddle her so I could get at her back and shoulders. In my semi-inebriated state I lost my balance and started to fall. At the last second I caught myself with my hands on her chair, but not before my prick jammed into her small round backside.

"Sorry, Kimmy," I said, embarrassed. "I lost my balance."

She looked at me over her shoulder. "That's okay, Sam. Are you all right?" Her eyes strayed down to where my cock was saying hello to her ass.

"Fine," I said. Nothing hurt except my pride.

I rose to my feet and squirted more cream into my hands. I lathered them together and worked the thick lotion over Kimmy's shoulders and back. Each time I did, my fingers caught the string of her bikini. Suddenly Kimmy reached behind her, untied the bow, and peeled the sides of her top down. She flashed me a grin. "There you go, Sam." Seeing the creamy swells of her baby boobs hugging the lounger, my cock twitched again and a low groan rumbled from my throat.

Kimmy looked at me with concern. "Are you sure you're okay, Sam?"

A slow burn started in my cheeks and melted down my neck. She was staring at my spasming dick. "Fine," I said, choking out the word.

I continued applying lotion to Kimmy's back while thinking about what a sweet kid she was ... and responsible, too.

Kimmy's mother worked for a big high-tech firm in town. I wasn't sure what her job was, but I knew she traveled extensively around the world. She flew out on Sundays and returned home Fridays, leaving Kimmy to care for herself during the week: cooking her own meals, doing the laundry, getting herself ready for school each morning. The kid was responsible beyond her years. And the amazing thing was, Kimmy had been doing this since she was eleven.

She had told Laurie and me that her mother and father divorced when she was quite young. She never mentioned her father again after that.

Her mother was an attractive older woman. When I say older I mean mid-thirties. Too old for me, anyway. She always dressed in conservative business suits which hid too many of her charms for my liking. But what I had seen of her body looked nice. She was quite voluptuous and sometimes wore a blouse with a lower neckline, displaying an ample amount of cleavage. Her ass was round and full, and her legs long and tanned, at least up to a couple of inches above her knees. I had never seen her in a skirt shorter than that. She had light-brown hair—curly and about the same length as Kimmy's—and pouty lips, the kind I like wrapped around my cock.

As I kneaded Kimmy's back, occasionally straying down to the soft flesh at her sides, I closed my eyes and pictured her mother. She was dressed in her usual business attire. As I watched, she removed her jacket and slowly undid the buttons of her blouse. She slid the blouse off her shoulders revealing a lacy white bra, her large breasts stretching its frilly fabric to the limits. Locking her eyes with mine, she unclasped the bra and let it fall away. Her breasts were creamy, with dark-pink nipples and large areolas dotted with tiny pinprick bumps. As she unzipped her skirt, the tip of her tongue peeked out from her mouth and dabbed at her lips. My cock gave an electric lurch.