Chapter 3

Several days had passed when I opened my front door and stepped into the hall. Mary was fidgeting with the key in her lock, a bag of groceries sitting on the floor. She looked at me and gasped, and then quickly disappeared behind her slammed door. I stood motionless just staring at where she had been. Then I heard the door open. I waited, but all I saw was her arm snatching the bag of groceries and whisking it into her apartment. Again the door slammed shut.

Later that night I sat at my computer ready to type, but my mind was blank. The novel perplexed me. What direction was it to take? I stretched. I cracked my knuckles. I forced a yawn. I rubbed my eyes. Nothing! I got up and went to the kitchen where I grabbed the orange juice from the refrigerator and took two large gulps from the bottle. Wiping my lips with the back of my hand, I headed to my computer but changed directions and went to my bedroom. Flopping onto the bed, I lay staring up at the ceiling with my hands clasped behind my head and my elbows out. What was the hero going to do? If he followed his desires, how would his sister react?

I was distracted by noises coming from my neighbor's apartment. I couldn't make it out, but it sounded like they were arguing. I had never heard a peep through the wall, and now fighting. I strained to hear what they were saying, but all I could decipher was the pitch difference when Mary yelled versus her husband's deeper voice. She seemed to be doing most of the talking. And then as suddenly as it began it stopped. I rolled off the bed and pressed my ear to the wall. Nothing but silence, but then I jerked my head back when a door slammed.

I had just sat back on my bed when I heard the knocking. I got up and pressed my ear to the wall again, but turned when I realized the knocking came from my door. I hurried to the front of my apartment and flung the door open. Mary stood in the hall. She looked flushed and her normally immaculate hair was untidy. It looked like it was pinned in a hurry and loose blonde strands hung over her ears and the back of her neck. She was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Something was amiss and I stared at her, then I realized the sweatshirt was inside out.

We stared at each other and then I said, "Do you want to come in?"

Without replying, Mary walked past me and went into my living room. I stuck my head into the hallway and looked both ways, and then I closed the door and followed her. She was sitting on the couch. I sat in the chair with my forearms on my knees leaning forward and watched her. Her eyes were locked on mine with her lips pressed tightly together and her fists clenched at her sides. My gut told me I was in trouble.

After a couple of minutes of silence, I said, "Is something wrong?"

Mary's bottom lip quivered and her fists opened and closed. Her face reddened all the way to the top of her sweatshirt. And then she wiped her hands on her thighs. All the while her eyes were fixed on me -- her angry eyes.

I was more uncomfortable than I had ever been in my life. I stared back, afraid to divert my eyes. I didn't know what to expect. I had pissed women off before, but nothing like this. I quickly looked around for an escape route.

"He wouldn't do it!" she blurted out.

I turned back to face her. "He who? Wouldn't do what?"

"My husband. He ... he ... he wouldn't do anything I told him to."

My body relaxed and I breathed easier. "Do what?"

"What you showed me. He wouldn't do it. He said... Grrrrr, I hate him!"

I stared at the young wife. She never looked more like the teenager she was. She was in a tizzy, like she had asked her dad for the car to go to the prom and he said no. I thought she might go on a rampage that I wasn't prepared to handle.

"He said no. He said no," she repeated over and over again, slamming her fist into the sofa.

I moved very slowly, standing and walking to the couch. Sitting next to her I lifted one of her fists and held it in my hands. I felt her trembling. She looked at me as I leaned forward and kissed her knuckles. Her eyes opened wide and she seemed to relax. I brought her fist to my lips and held it there until it unclenched, and then I kissed her palm.

"Tell me," I said in my most soothing voice, "how can I help you?"

"Please hold me."

I opened my arms and Mary leaned into me, her cheek on my chest. I patted her back and then moved my hand in a slow circle. She pressed into me harder and I felt her hands on my back holding me tightly. I continued to rub her back noticing the absence of a bra strap. I guess she left in quite a hurry.

The circle my hand made got larger and larger until my hand brushed near her waist. I slipped it under her sweatshirt. Now my caress was on bare skin, and as my hand moved further under her sweatshirt I confirmed she was bra-less. I stroked her back as softly as I could and felt her shiver. Reversing the caress to counterclockwise, my hand moved to her side and slipped around her, sliding over her breast. She sighed and pulled her head away from my chest. I expected her to reprimand me, but instead she tilted her head back with closed eyes and puckered her lips.

With my arm wrapped around her, we were very close. I pressed my lips against hers and her mouth opened. My tongue found a very active tongue inside her mouth. Her fingernails dug into my back as she kissed me passionately. When I tweaked her nipple she moaned and thrust her tongue into my mouth. Her head moved erratically as she crushed her mouth to mine while I squeezed her breast and pulled her nipple.

Her lower body began moving and I felt her knee hitting me. I peeked and found her legs opening and closing. My hand slid off her breast onto her back and then traveled downward until it met the waistband of her sweatpants. It didn't stop. Pressing my palm into her flesh, I pushed my hand into her sweatpants -- no panties! She must have left in a real hurry!

My hand went lower until it slid over her butt and then I moved it in small circles. Her lower body moved more urgently, but suddenly she pulled her head back and opened her eyes grabbing my forearm. She pulled hard, but I was stronger.

"What are you doing?" she asked with panic in her voice.

"This is what you need."

"No, it's wrong." She kept tugging my arm.

"I told you I would show you ways to stimulate. You liked what I've shown you so far, so let me continue. I promise you'll like it."

"But you shouldn't--"

"Okay, I'll move my hand."

I felt her grip loosen on my arm and I slid my hand over her hip. I stared into her face, watching her intently. Her eyes opened wide and she gasped, her hand grabbing my arm again. She had thought I was going to take my hand out, but when it was on her belly I slid it downward instead. Before she could react my finger was rubbing her clit.

Her hand tightened on my arm, but she was no longer pulling. She stared into my eyes with astonishment and lust. She was feeling something new, something she didn't understand, and something she liked. Her eyes glazed over and rolled up into her eye sockets as she fell back onto the couch. My finger rubbed her clit vigorously, and her lower body humped my hand. She was moving so violently that I was afraid she was going to wiggle out from under me so I slid my finger down her slit and thrust it into her pussy. I was simply trying to get a better grip.

"YES!" she screamed. She actually screamed and I wondered if her husband heard it.

My thumb took over massaging her clit as she fucked my finger. I stopped moving my fingers, just keeping them strategically positioned while she moved against them. And then she really began humping my hand. She grabbed me around the neck and pulled herself up, pressing her body to mine. She kept screaming, "YES! YES! YES!" and then let out a high-pitched screech that her husband had to have heard.

Mary held on to me for a few moments as her body shook. Then her arms slid off as she collapsed. Her body was limp but still twitching. Her eyes were closed and her legs obscenely spread. My hand was still inside her sweatpants, my finger gently moving in and out of her pussy. Each time my thumb came anywhere near her clit her lower body jerked.

Mary's eyes slowly opened and she stared at me. Then she said, "I never knew it could be like that."

"It can be even better."

"It can?" Again her youthful innocence showed. Her eyes widened and had the look of a child entering a toy store.

"A lot better. First of all, I found it very exciting to stimulate you the way I did." Mary looked confused. "What I mean is, doing what I did to you stimulated me. So touching you got me excited. From what I saw with you and your husband, you guys don't do that. I think you will find it stimulating to touch me like I touched you."

"You mean touch your thing?" Her voice went up an octave and her eyes automatically darted to my crotch. But she quickly looked up with a pinkish flush painting her cheeks.

"Yes, my penis."

"I don't know how. I wouldn't know what to do."

"I can help you out, but honestly, you just do what feels good."

Her eyes returned to my crotch, but this time lingered. Her moist, pink tongue unconsciously licked her lips. She looked up at me. Her eyes were uncertain, fearful, but I saw something else -- longing.

"You won't tell, will you?"

The teenage wife continued to surprise me. She was almost eighteen and married, yet had the innocence of a 10-year-old.

"No, I won't tell."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die." I made the symbolic gesture with my finger over my heart.

"What do I do?" she said.

I began opening my pants when she screeched. "No! Don't take it out!"

"Why not?"

"You're not my husband. I shouldn't see it."

Again I was flabbergasted. I had just fingered her to an orgasm and she agreed to touch my cock. Yet she thought it inappropriate to see it.

"There's visual stimulation as well," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you like looking at your husband's penis? Doesn't it excite you?"

She blushed and said, "It used to ... in the beginning."

"But not anymore?" This time I'm sure my face showed the confusion I was accustomed to seeing on hers.

"Well, I guess it got boring."

"I think seeing mine will be kind of like when you saw your husband's the first time. Don't you want to feel that way again?"

She stared longingly at my partly opened pants, silent as a church mouse. Then she nodded. I lowered my zipper as slowly as I could so as not to frighten her. Her eyes were locked on my hands. Her mouth was slightly parted and her tongue swiped her dry lips. Leaning back, I lifted my butt off the couch and pushed my pants and underwear to my knees. My semi-hard cock was limber enough to fall onto my thigh. Mary gasped and covered her open mouth with her hand. I sat back down and remained still, afraid she'd bolt from the room. She was staring at my cock, only the second one she had ever seen other than a baby's. And it was much larger than her husband's. It turned me on and my cock uncontrollably shifted slightly.

"Oh my god!" she said, her free hand joining the other covering her mouth. Her eyes opened wider than I had ever seen them.

Leaning forward, I pushed my pants and underwear down and off. I sat back and spread my legs.

"Does it excite you to see it?" I said.

"Uh huh."

"You can touch it if you want."

Her hand moved but she yanked it back to her mouth. She kept staring at my cock. Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath. And then she reached out and poked my cock with her finger. It grew a little longer and she held her breath. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she laid her palm on my cock and left it there.

I felt the warmth of her hand on my cock and it stiffened. Her fingers closed around it as it grew, as if to keep it from escaping. When I was completely hard she gripped it like a hammer. She never took her eyes off her hand or the cock she was holding. She was panting. And then her fingers opened and closed, again and again. Uncontrollably, I jerked my hips. She turned and looked at me.

"It stimulates me too," I said.

Without looking away, Mary squeezed my cock. I jerked my hips and closed my eyes. When I opened them she was still staring at me with a sweet childlike smile. She squeezed my cock again but this time I forced my eyes to remain open.

"You can rub it too," I said.

She looked at her fist and moved it back towards my belly. It didn't slide, just pulled the skin a little.

"You have to loosen your grip," I said.

She turned to look at me and then back to her hand. Her fingers released my cock ever so slightly and then she moved her hand. This time she did it right and, without telling her to do so, slid her hand the other way.

I reached out and grabbed her hand. She yanked hers away and turned towards me, her face troubled. I smiled and her face softened. I gently pulled her hand back to my cock. She instantly wrapped her fingers around it. I adjusted her hand so that my cock was vertical and then I moved her hand up and down. She understood and took over, fisting my cock. My young innocent neighbor was pumping my cock, jerking me off.

I watched her do that for a while and then said, "Do you like it?"

"Uh huh. It's so big."

"Does it stimulate you?"

"Uh huh."

All the while her fist was moving up and down my cock.

I cupped the back of her head and pulled her mouth to mine. Her mouth opened immediately and my tongue met a very active one. Her hand moved faster as she moaned into my mouth. Holding the back of her head, I slid my free hand to her breast and squeezed. She paused momentarily with a long moan, but just as quickly continued kissing and jerking me off. But it wasn't her breast I sought. My hand slid down her belly and dove into her sweatpants, and didn't stop until my finger sunk into her pussy.

"Oh god!" she yelled, pulling her head back.

Mary's fingers tightened around my cock as her lower body jerked. I used the hand that had been on the back of her head to quickly lift her sweatshirt up over her breasts. I took only a moment to admire their naked beauty, and then I leaned forward covering one tit with my wide open mouth.

"Yes! Yes!" Mary screamed, frantically pumping my cock and now holding my head to her breast.

The only reason I hadn't climaxed yet was because Mary didn't know how to jerk off a cock. She showed great enthusiasm pumping, pulling, tugging, and grabbing my cock, but no technique. Her movements were almost violent and erratic causing her hand to slip off my cock often. Don't get me wrong. Feeling this teenage wife touch my cock was wonderful, but not to the extent of climaxing.

I, on the other hand, had much more experience. By the way her hips were moving I knew my finger would bring her off soon. But I had already given her an orgasm that way. I wanted her to experience more -- much more.

I took a calculated risk and withdrew my hand from her sweatpants. Mary groaned and grabbed my arm, tugging it, clawing it, trying to pull it back. That freed my cock so I was able to move. I slid off the couch onto my knees while grabbing the waistband of her sweatpants. I yanked them down and off in one motion. Before Mary knew what was happening, I flipped her legs over my shoulders. I smelled how aroused her pussy was and dove between her legs, my tongue finding her clit and licking it vigorously.

"No! What... ? Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Oh, oh, oh!" Mary screamed, her humping body smashing her pussy against my mouth and tongue.

It wasn't her husband hearing her screams that worried me. She was so loud I thought the maintenance man in the basement would soon be knocking on my door. But I didn't care. Her pussy tasted wonderful -- young and fresh. And knowing I was the first to do it to her spurred me on even more. I was thinking of standing and ramming my cock into her, but she was in no position to stop me, and that would have been rape. If I was going to fuck her she would have to want me to.