Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Fucking My Neighbours Daughter: EP13

The following day a sheepish Debbie called to apologize for the previous night. I assured her I had enjoyed myself and that I was glad she was feeling good now. Debbie went on to say that she was going away for the week to visit her husband while he was working away and asked if I could look after the house. I perked up at the thought of having the eighteen year old Cindy to myself for the next few days, however my joy was short lived when Debbie went on to explain that Cindy will be staying at her friend's house and all Debbie expected was for me to look after the empty house.

The next few days I was disappointed that sexy Cindy didn't come to to see me and chose to stay at her friend's house the other end of town. Instead of having a few sex filled days with Cindy I had to survive with my memories of the previous weekend's sexual exploits. It didn't help that work was quiet and I had too much time to daydream about what Cindy and I could be doing together.

It wasn't until the Friday afternoon that the doorbell rang and I found beautiful Cindy standing there. She wore a sexy miniskirt showing off her long smooth legs but it was her pretty face that really stood out, framed by her long blonde hair. She looked almost perfect in the bright sun.

"Hello Mr Matthews, its nice to see you again," and, giggling, she flung herself at me throwing her arms around me in her excitement.

We kissed and hugged and my cock stirred in anticipation while I held her young firm body against me. I may have imagined it but I felt her nipples stiffen through her top and bra as we held each other close, but the excitement was disappointingly short lived when she pushed back, freeing herself from my longing grasp.

"Sorry Mr Matthews, but I can't stop right now, but I'm glad to see you still like me," she said smiling while tracing the outline of my hard cock through my clothes. "But we'll have time later."

"Why not now?" knowing that a fuck now is better than any number of broken promises.

"Me and my friends are hanging out at my house for a bit, but when they've gone I'll pop round," she answered.

"Does you mom know you are having some friends round?"

Shrugging, she answered, "It doesn't matter. I'll be back later. Wait up for me!" and she turned on the spot and rushed off next door.

I hesitated at the door for a moment, once again replaceing it hard to keep up with the energy and enthusiasm Cindy has for life. Closing the door I went back to my work trying to keep myself focused but always ending up thinking about Cindy and her perfect young body. After a while I abandoned my attempts to concentrate and started reading the news as an alternative distraction.

Before long I heard several cars arrive and I glanced out the window as some of Cindy's friends arrived. There were eight or nine of them jumping out of their cars and laughing as they entered Cindy's parents' house. They all looked about her age, which was no surprise, and I was drawn to the girls a couple of whom looked almost as stunning as Cindy in a selection of tight and skimpy clothes. In particular a brunette with a short skirt caught my eye, but entered the house with a boy who I guessed was her boyfriend judging by the way he kept trying to put his arm around her.

Giving up on reading the news, I prepared myself a meal and settled down to watch some TV to divert my mind off the sexy Cindy. It clearly worked because a few hours passed before I was startled by the crash of breaking glass and raised voices coming from next door.

Rushing to the window I witnessed a couple of the boys yelling at each other outside my neighbor's house. Two girls were out there too, waving their arms and shouting and screaming. With such a commotion I couldn't work out who was angry with whom but I did notice that Cindy wasn't out there.

Hastily putting on some shoes I hurried outside and I purposefully walked over to the argument bellowing "Hey, what's going on?"

My loud voice immediately caught their attention. Pausing, they all turned to see me striding towards them.

"Stay out of it mister," the boy furthest from the house retorted. His speech was slurred and I noted that he was unsteady on his feet.

"No. You leave now!" I answered forcefully. My heart was beating fast, and I could feel a familiar tingling from adrenaline coursing through my body. Taking a deep breath, I turned to the others, "Now, tell me what happened."

One of the eighteen year-old girls answered me, explaining that they had been having a party, some dancing, a little drinking and then Chad, who was the swaying drunk boy, had started swearing at his girlfriend and the others, and finally had begun fighting. The glass I heard breaking was an empty beer bottle he had launched at the wall in anger.

While were were talking, Chad had sunk to the damp grass and was sitting there, the bravado and fight deserting him. More of the eighteen- and nineteen-year-olds had joined us outside the house on the green lawn. "Right, who can take Chad home?" I demanded and one of the boys held up his keys and said he could take him.

"The party's over, so get all your things and leave."

Sullenly, the rest of them headed back in the house while I stayed standing near to Chad to make sure he didn't try anything. Soon the teenagers came back out of the house, some of them carrying the remains of whatever drinks they had brought with them. From what I could tell it seemed like the three drivers were sober enough to drive and they all looked a bit sheepish. I had the feeling they weren't naturally wild kids and they appeared shocked that Chad had behaved violently.

I stood tensely while they piled into the cars, taking a subdued Chad with them, and I sighed when they drove round the corner out of sight. Turning to the house I realized I hadn't seen Cindy yet and entered the open door, carefully avoiding the glass shards covering the paved path.

"Hello? Cindy? Where are you?" I called out, carefully closing the door behind me.

"In here." I moved towards her voice.

The room was a mess. There were discarded chip packets, empty bottles, half-empty bottles, food wrappers and crumbs all over the living room. Only after seeing the debris I noticed that Cindy wasn't alone. The pretty brunette I had seen earlier was sitting with Cindy on the couch, and looking closer her eyes were red from crying.