A Kinky Repair

My keys fumbled through my fingers, ultimately crashing onto the ground as I was shaken out of my thoughts.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." I turned my neck to see Rebecca with an evil grin. My next door neighbor, standing there in her workout clothes, her face flushed and covered in sweat. Yoga pants and a sports bra, black hair going halfway down her back.
"You. . ." I thought of saying she didn't, but knew it was pointless. "Sorry, I was a bit lost in my thoughts." Chiefly, how the hell I was going to pay off my student loans, even with my job. I kept a firm grip on my laundry basket to make sure it didn't likewise slip out of my hand.
"Here, I'll get them for you." Rebecca bent down to pick them up, while I tried to avoid staring at her ass. I took a quick peek, but managed to refrain from doing more than that. She was barely five feet in height, her head only coming up to my chin.
"Thanks." I felt, rather than saw, my face go red with embarrassment. "Working out again?" I cursed myself for not having anything more intelligent to say.
"I've been meaning to talk to you about that, Will." Rebecca moved to my right side. "You see, I can't help but notice you're always doing your laundry at the exact moment I'm working out in the fitness room. No matter what time of day, you're always there. Seems you're stalking me."
I stammered, attempting to come up with a decent response. "No, I'm not stalking you, just. . . doing my laundry." I kept my gaze toward her face, acutely aware her sports bra left little to the imagination. She was small-chested, but fit perfectly with the rest of her.
Truth be told, I did sometimes find an excuse to do my laundry when she was working out. Not always, and I tried not to be a pig about it, but yes, she was correct. "In fact, last time I was down there, you were so busy staring at me that you spilled fabric softener all over your shirt. Should try to be at least a little subtle about it."
I backed away, but Rebecca didn't appear angry. To the contrary, she wore an amused grin. We'd lived next door to each other for almost two years, but never interacted beyond brief conversations. "Don't worry, I'm not angry with you. I like guys looking at me, long as that's all they're doing."
"Suppose I've noticed you from time to time. You're definitely an attractive woman." More than once, I'd fantasized about her in the privacy of my bedroom. A couple times, I considered asking Rebecca on a date, but I wasn't inclined to look like an idiot around her any more than I already did.
"Good to know all my hard work is paying off." Rebecca's brown eyes glinted with amusement. "Just keep it a secret, okay? I don't want to lose my feminism card and get booted out of the sisterhood."
"Hand to God, your secret's safe with me." I raised my free hand, making her laugh. "And when I do my laundry, I promise not to stare at you. . . too much, anyway."
"Speaking of which, I was hoping you could help me with something. You're a computer guy, right?" At my nod, she went on. "I've been having an issue with my desktop for a couple weeks now. It keeps turning off at random intervals, so when you have a chance, I'd appreciate it if you could take a look."
"Sure, I'd be happy to help you out." I dropped the laundry basket at once and waited for her to open the door to her apartment.
"You don't have to do it right away. I mean, if you're busy and all. . ."
"No, it's no problem." It beat cursing under my breath about student loans, which was my original plan for the day. "I'll do everything I can for you." She opened the door for me and I ventured inside.
Unlike my apartment, hers was a mess, with clothes, sheets, and junk all over the living room floor. I looked over at her kitchen, sink filled to the brim with dishes. "Sorry about the mess. Been busy with a lot of things lately and haven't had the time to clean it."
"Looking good for the public takes priority, huh?" I located her desktop in the dining room.
"And don't you forget it, Will." Rebecca placed a brief hand on my shoulder before turning around. "I'm going to take a shower, so have fun running diagnostics on the Dilithium Matrix." At my raised eyebrow, she added: "Yes, I've watched Star Trek and a couple of the geeky boyfriends I had were obsessed with it. Guess I have a type."
"I'm more of a Babylon 5 fan myself. Enjoyed Deep Space Nine but the others didn't grab me." A small kernel of hope entered my heart. If she was into nerdy guys, perhaps I'd have a chance after all.
Well, see what you can do. Afraid I can't let you watch this time around." Within moments, the sound of water filled the apartment.
Think unsexy thoughts. . . My pants stiffened at the thought of Rebecca naked and soaked. Once this was over, I'd be busy in my room for the next hour. I'd watched this exact scenario in porn, but knew the difference between fantasy and reality. She was beautiful and didn't mind me noticing her, which was bursa escort better than many interactions I'd had with the opposite sex.
As it turned out, the problem with her computer was simple. The defragmenter had been turned off, probably accidentally, so I flipped it on and let it do its work. I doubted Rebecca would have any more problems after this.
Only then did I notice a folder in the middle of the screen, titled "NUDES". I placed the mouse over it, retracting at the last moment. Looking back to see if Rebecca was done with her shower, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
I could imagine how beautiful she looked in them. The mouse continued to hover over the folder, my index finger resting on the left side. What kind of poses did she take? Was she shy or bold? My erection felt ready to burst out of my pants and the only reason I didn't act was remembering I was in Rebecca's apartment.
Why would she do that, have a folder of her nudes in the middle of the screen? I glanced back again, hearing the water continue to run. Perhaps I could look for a minute, imprint it into my memory, then close it before she came back. It wouldn't do any harm and it wasn't like I'd ever have another opportunity.
"Come on, look while you've got the chance! You've always wanted to know what she looks like naked!" The Devil whispered on my right shoulder.
"I don't think it's a good idea." It took all my willpower not to go searching through them. I looked over at my left shoulder and pointed: "Hey, where's the other guy?" Nowhere.
I kneeled there for a couple minutes, unwilling to click the folder but unable to look away. My breathing became strained, considering what would happen if Rebecca caught me looking at them. If I wanted to take a look, my window to do so was rapidly closing.
Goddamn it. . . I'd dreamed of this moment almost from the moment I moved in, but I couldn't quite bring myself to do it. Blood flowed through my cock, screaming at me to make the final move. It wouldn't be right, but I found myself caring less and less.
"Boo!" Rebecca leaned down behind me. I stumbled over my knees, crashing to the floor, erection plainly visible. "So this is what you decided to do behind my back?"
I couldn't bring myself to look at her. I was caught and knew it. "I didn't see anything!" All I could do was pray she believed me and didn't tell the world I was a sicko. "I mean, it caught my attention, but I didn't look through it. I know it's private and your problem was pretty simple and. . ." My words made little sense after that.
"I've been standing behind you for several minutes without you noticing." Rebecca wore nothing but a white bathrobe, her hair and face still damp. "I was curious how long it would take you to start looking through them."
"Well, I didn't!" I got to my feet with as much dignity as I could muster, which was little. "What kind of person do you think I am?"
"A horny one, based on that bulge in your pants," Rebecca giggled. "Do you know how much work it takes to get the right pose? I exercise every day for good reason."
"Or are you just tormenting me?" I was expecting her to scream at me, even punch me.
"Maybe." Rebecca approached me. "You know, I've heard a few rumors going around the building." She played with her hair. "They say that you're a virgin."
"They would be wrong." How the hell did she discover that? Being 23 and a virgin wasn't something I liked mentioning. "I had a girlfriend. . . ex-girlfriend, technically."
"And her name is?"
"Corolla. . . Katrina." I hastened to qualify, but she was already bursting out into laughter.
"Is that the best you can come up with? Let me guess: she lives in Canada." Rebecca covered her mouth, though laughter still echoed through the apartment.
"You know what? Your computer's working fine now, so I'm just going to go." I wrapped my hand around the doorknob, all sexual thoughts evaporated. Not like being mocked for my lack of experience was anything new.
"Wait, don't go!" Rebecca grabbed my other arm and pulled me back. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't realize you'd react that way. Can I hug you?" Without waiting for a response, she pressed herself against me, head resting on my shoulder. "There's nothing to be ashamed of."
"It's fine, I guess." I still couldn't bring myself to make eye contact with her.
"Can I tell you a secret?" Rebecca whispered into my ear. "I love virgins." Her voice turned sultry. "I love giving a man something he's never had before. I love know that he'll remember me for the rest of his life."
She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I was too shocked to kiss back or even do anything more than stand there. While Rebecca wasn't the first to kiss me, it had never felt anything like this. Sending sparks through my body, desperate for her touch.
I hesitantly placed my hands on her waist, aware she was naked underneath her bathrobe. Rebecca pulled away, making me worry I'd done something bursa escort bayan wrong, but she flashed me a reassuring smile. "So are you interested?"
Wait, what? This was something out of porn, not what you'd encounter in the real world, right? I looked through her bedroom door, part of me thinking this was a cruel joke. Perhaps I was being paranoid, but it wouldn't be the first time someone had manipulated me for their amusement.
"Look, there's no pressure," Rebecca reassured, mistaking my motivations. "You know, if you're saving yourself or want to give it some thought, that's okay." She placed a hand on my chest. "But if you want this, all you have to do is tug on the end of this bow. . ." She guided my hand to her bathrobe. "The knot will come undone, and my robe will fall open."
"Darn, I have to do all the work," I attempted to make a joke of it.
"I'd be happy to teach you everything there is about pleasing a woman, but you're the one who has to take that first step." Rebecca unbuttoned my shirt, leaving a string of kisses down my chest. "Guy's supposed to be the one to make the first move, after all."
"Thought feminism was supposed to challenge gender roles." My fingers found their way to her robe, still expecting her to pull away at the last second. Heart about to burst out of my chest, I struggled with the knot, though it was only loosely tied. Rebecca waited for me, her hands going up and down my body.
After what felt like an eternity, I removed the robe from her body, eyes marveling at what lay beneath. I'd thought her in working clothes was amazing, but this. . . Rebecca's hardened nipples, her smooth skin, athletic legs, everything about her was pure beauty.
"And to think you didn't take advantage of my absence to go looking through my photos. See what you missed out on? What do you think?"
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." I kissed Rebecca on my own initiative, fingers massaging her lower back. She sighed with content, encouraging me to continue. "I love your eyes, your hair. . ." I stared at her chest. "And yes, those gorgeous breasts of yours."
"You really mean that?" Rebecca giggled. "You're so sweet. I'm not one of those women with huge boobs guys always seem to like and. . ."
"They're perfect, I promise." I still didn't have the courage to touch them, however. Rebecca lit up at my words. Maybe I'm not the only one with insecurities.
I lost track of how long we stood there, kissing. Rebecca took charge, pulling me close, while I kept one hand in her hair. The other went down to her butt, though I still hesitated to do anything more. Her thigh grinded against my erection, waiting for me to take the final step.
"Never imagined there was anyone who enjoyed virgins." I occasionally had to pull away for air, though she refused to let me stop for more than a few moments.
"Believe it." Her hand traced my cock through my jeans. "You sure you're a virgin, though, the way you kiss?" I opened my mouth to argue before realizing she was teasing me. "Your first time should be special, a pleasant memory you carry. Mine wasn't, but I'll make sure yours is. And when we get to something we've never done, I want you to tell me, okay?"
"We already have." I extended my hand, grabbing her tit. "All I've ever done is kiss a girl. Sounds strange at my age, but it's true."
"You're serious?" Rebecca looked at me skeptically. "Well, those girls have been missing out." She moaned while I explored her, her hands working to remove my jeans. "Never even copped a feel on a crowded train? Such a gentleman."
She reached through my boxers, giving my bare cock a squeeze. I uttered her name, ready to burst from the first touch alone. I kept my touch on her breasts gentle, feeling the way her heart pounded. Rebecca did little but brush her fingers against me, yet it was still the most incredible sensation I'd ever experienced.
Without warning, she yanked my boxers down, a wicked grin on her face as she went to her knees. I played with her hair, still hardly believing this was really happening. "So I'll be the first to taste this beautiful virgin cock? Perfect."
She wasted no time taking me in as deep as she could, her lips nearly at the base. My legs shook from the sensations, forcing me to hold onto her to stay upright. I moaned her name, her tongue better than I imagined.
"God, Rebecca. . . feels so fucking good. . ." She took me in and out, giving me all the eye contact she could. Rebecca wrapped an arm around my waist, her free hand caressing my balls. I grew bold enough to play with her breasts, aching for release. Her nipples hardened underneath my touch.
With each lick, her tongue lingered longer around the head of my cock. I couldn't help myself and began thrusting into her, beyond the point of rational thought. Rebecca did nothing to stop me, even guiding me deeper into her throat.
I removed my hand from her head, ready to explode inside her mouth. I pulled escort bursa away, not wanting to disgust her and ruin the only occasion a woman had ever been interested in me.
"Why'd you stop me?" Rebecca gave me a mixed look of confusion and a little hurt.
"I was about to cum and. . . didn't think it polite to explode in your mouth. I've been told women find it disgusting. Plus, it hasn't been more than a couple minutes."
"Sweetie, you really do need to relax." She kissed the head of my cock. "Nobody lasts long the first time, and. . . I don't mind the taste." Her tongue went across both sides. "In fact. . . I kinda like it."
"Really?"
"I promise." She nuzzled my cock before taking it back into her mouth. I could do nothing but stand there, trying to keep my moans under control. Her free hand went between her legs, convincing me her words were sincere. "Come on, baby. Let me be the first to taste you."
I could hold back no longer and spilled inside her mouth, my cum landing on her tongue. Rebecca stayed where she was, swallowing every drop of me. Sweat dripped down my forehead as I took in the most amazing sensations I'd ever imagined. Fantasies were one thing, but to have her on my knees for real. . .
The instant she returned to her feet, I kissed her, not caring my taste still remained on her lips. I pulled her close enough to hear both our heartbeats, ignoring the protests of my neck. "Well, I'm happy you enjoyed it so much, handsome." Rebecca teased my softening cock. "And once you've recovered, we can move on to the main event."
"What about you?" I let her escort me to the couch, still playing with her breasts. Rebecca expressed soft moans, momentarily stopping to enjoy my ministrations.
"What do you mean, Will?" Rebecca sat down, legs slightly spread. "I'm willing to wait until you're ready for another round."
"That's not what I meant." I placed a hand between her legs, feeling how wet she was. "You went down on me. Seems right to return the favor."
"You really are so fucking sweet," Rebecca grinned, opening her legs further. "You don't have to, but I wouldn't turn down an offer like that."
Ok, you can do this. I quashed the part of me still worried that I'd screw it up. My fingers traced her folds, my face moving close. Rebecca sat on the edge of the couch, hands on my shoulder.
Her legs jolted the instant my tongue touched her clit. "Be gentle, okay?" Rebecca instructed. "I got wet from going down on you, but it can still hurt if you go too hard, too quickly. I like the guy to take his time, knowing he's enjoying himself."
I pushed a single finger inside her, tongue going in little circles along her clit. Rebecca dug her nails into my back, moaning my name, her body quivering. "Yes, yes, right there!" Hearing her moans made my cock twitch back to life. "Fuck! Fuck! Don't stop, give me another finger!"
Her taste was strange and unfamiliar, but I can't say I minded it. Plus, I loved knowing Rebecca's pleasure came from me. I moved to the other side, per her instructions, making sure my nails didn't scrape something they shouldn't. Rebecca pushed me forward, threatening to suffocate me, grinding against my face.
"Yes, yes, you're gonna make me cum! Don't stop!" I couldn't have responded even if I wanted to, with her legs squeezing me. Rebecca wanted to cum and I was more than happy to oblige.
Each lick of my tongue told me her pleasure was genuine. She needed this and I did too. I increased my pace, slowly sliding two fingers in and out. "Right here, don't you dare fucking stop! Oh, FUCCK!"
I continued licking and fingering me through Rebecca's orgasm, listening to her scream my name the entire time. I ignored the pain in my back from her nails, focused only on pleasuring her.
After it was done, I withdrew with a grin, staring into her beautiful brown eyes. I hardly dared to believe I'd done so well my first time. Pain entered my back, reminding me of where her fingernails had been.
"Guess I got a little overeager," Rebecca looked at her nails, a couple of which had my blood underneath them. "Are you okay?"
"It's fine." Her orgasm still on my lips, I pressed them against hers. I wouldn't have stopped, no matter how deep they'd gone into my back.
"And you're hard again already," Rebecca stared at my cock with a lustful eye before turning serious again. "Do you really want to do this, right now? I don't want to pressure you into anything."
"There's nothing I want more." Truth be told, I was still terrified, but I suppose that was normal for everyone in my position. "Yes, I'm still a bit nervous, but I want this." I parted her hair aside. "I want you."
"Well, I can't say no to that, can I?" This time, I took the lead into her bedroom. Much of the wall was covered by posters, but my full attention was on her, a beautiful woman eager to take my virginity. "Have any condoms with you? Hasn't anticipated this day ending with sex."
"I was thinking we could go without. Your first time, you know. You have a particular position you like?"
"You know more about this than I do." I hugged her from behind, tracing a finger between her breasts, my erection poking her ass.