My Neighbor Confessed What She’d Always Wanted to Try

This happened when I was in my second year at university and still living with my parents. I was twenty-three at the time, and the girl who lived across from me, on the same landing, must have been around twenty-two. One October afternoon, with the building silent, she knocked on my door unannounced.

—Hi, neighbor. Do you have a printer? I need to print out some notes for an exam and mine ran out of ink.

—Sure, come in —I said, stepping aside to let her in.

I’ll call her Noa. She wasn’t very tall, wore her brown hair tied back in a hurried ponytail, had freckles scattered across her cheekbones, and almost always wore black. That afternoon was no exception: a dark hoodie, worn jeans, and sneakers she dragged a little when she walked.

We crossed the hallway to my room, where I had the computer.

—Aren’t your parents home? —she asked, looking around.

—No, they went to the village for a few days. My father had vacation time, so they took the chance to get away.

—Lucky you —she sighed—. You’ve got the whole apartment to yourself. I’ve never been alone at home. Either my parents are there, because my mother doesn’t work, or if there’s a trip they drag me along. They won’t let me stay behind.

—Being alone is great —I commented while turning on the screen—. No schedules, you eat whatever you want, do whatever you feel like.

—You have no idea how much I envy you.

We sat in front of the monitor, she on the bed and me in the chair, and I plugged in her flash drive to send the notes to the printer. While the pages came out one by one, we kept talking. And suddenly, for no obvious reason, she lowered her voice.

—If I were alone at home for several days, I think I’d do crazy things. I’d walk around the flat naked, just for the thrill of having never done it before. Or I’d start watching videos online, those kinds. At home the computer is in the dining room, and with my parents there, not a chance.

—Mine’s here, in my room —I said without thinking—. When they go to bed, if I feel like it, I just watch it in peace.

—Would you put some on for me? —she asked, and I noticed her ears turning red—. I mean, I’ve only seen it a couple of times in my life. While the notes finish printing.

I froze for a second. But she said it so naturally, almost pleadingly, that before I knew it I was already opening the browser. I went to a site where the videos were sorted by topic and asked her what she felt like watching.

—There’s everything. Couples, groups, whatever you want.

—Put on a threesome, let’s see what it’s like —she answered right away.

I picked any random one, where a blonde girl was sharing the bed with two guys. Noa leaned toward the screen with her elbows on her knees.

—My God, it must be intense to be with two at once —she murmured—. Have you ever done it?

—No way. I wish. And you?

—I barely have any experience with anything —she admitted with a shrug—. I’m a virgin, just so you know.

We kept watching. The scenes changed, the positions too, until the video ended the way they usually do. Noa let out a small gasp of surprise, fascinated.

—That really turns me on —she confessed without taking her eyes off it—. Watching it gives me a rush you can’t imagine.

—There’s an entire section of that, if you want to take a look —I offered, my mouth already dry.

—Yes, yes, put it on.

***

We spent a good while going through videos she kept pointing out on the thumbnails. The atmosphere in the room had completely changed. I could feel the heat creeping up my neck, and her breathing had changed too, shorter now.

—I’m getting nervous —she said suddenly—. What about you?

—Me too, a little. It’s normal when you’re watching this —I answered, brushing it off.

—Don’t you feel like touching yourself?

The question caught me off guard. It took me a moment to answer.

—Well… a little.

—Do it if you want. I don’t mind —she said, and then added quietly—: I’ve never seen a guy do it in person. I’d be curious.

I hesitated. I’d had half an erection for a while, and the idea of her watching turned me on more than I wanted to admit. But I was also thinking about the trouble I could get into. After a few endless seconds, I loosened the button on my pants.

—All right. I’m going to do it.

She kept watching as I got comfortable in the chair. I can’t believe this, I thought, this isn’t happening to me.

—Wow, it’s really nice —she said with a half smile—. I like the shape.

—Thanks —I replied, and put on another video so I’d have somewhere to fix my gaze.

I started moving slowly. But she wasn’t looking at the screen anymore: her eyes were locked on my hand, on how it went up and down, with an almost childlike curiosity that contrasted with what was happening. We changed a couple more videos. At one point she realized the tip was shining.

—Are you going to cum? —she asked, eager.

—I don’t think it’ll take long.

—I really want to see it.

That sentence was what finally pushed me over the edge. I tried to hold back so I wouldn’t make a mess everywhere, so most of it ended up on my own hand. I glanced at her and she was smiling, satisfied, like someone who had just witnessed something long awaited.

—That’s amazing —she whispered—. Can I try it?

—What do you mean? —I wasn’t sure I’d heard right.

—If I can try it.

—Whatever you want —I managed to say, stunned.

She brought her fingers closer, gathered some up, and took them to her mouth slowly, eyes closed, licking them one by one as if she wanted to memorize the sensation. When she finished, she opened her eyes.

—It’s sticky —she said thoughtfully—. Weird, but it doesn’t taste bad. Interesting. —She got up suddenly, regaining her composure—. Well, I have to go, I’ve been here a while and my parents worry. Thanks for the notes. And for the time.

And she left almost running. I was left with my heart pounding, turning over everything that had just happened.

***

The next day, at the same time, she knocked again. I jumped. I opened the door and she came in like a gust of wind, hardly looking me in the face, heading straight to my room.

—I brought more notes —she said, nervous.

I looked at them. They were exactly the same ones from the day before.

—Hey, we already printed those yesterday.

—I know. That’s the excuse I gave my parents to come over —she confessed, biting her lip.

—Ah —I smiled, flattered that she wanted to repeat.

—What I wanted to ask you… —she started, then stopped, as if she didn’t dare— is whether you… well, if you could…

—Go on, it’s okay.

—If you could cum in my mouth. —She blurted it out in one breath and turned red—. I tried it yesterday and I liked it, and I’d like to feel the whole thing, to notice how it comes out and all that.

I must have looked stunned. I was convinced she was going to ask me out or something like that, and suddenly she said that. My heart leapt.

—You really want that? —I asked, to make sure.

—Yes. If you want to, of course.

—How do we do it? I touch myself and when I’m about to…?

—No, no. If you want, I’ll suck you until you cum, so there’s no risk of anything spilling out —she interrupted, clearing up my doubts with a calmness I hadn’t expected.

—Okay —I said, and sat down.

She positioned herself between my legs, looked at me for a moment, smiled, and closed her eyes. A shiver ran through my whole body when I felt her mouth. She clearly had no experience, but she made up for it with enthusiasm: she tasted, played with her tongue, sucked in different ways, attentive to every reaction I had.

—Am I doing it right? —she asked, looking up.

—Very well —I answered, and I wasn’t lying.

Since I knew what she wanted, and that turned me on even more, I didn’t last very long. When I felt it coming, I warned her in a broken voice.

—I’m cumming…

She seemed to focus, made a soft affirmative sound without pulling away, and I closed my eyes and let go. I felt her squeeze my hand and keep moving until the very end. When I opened my eyes, she was still there, savoring the moment.

For a second, a thousand doubts hit me. Did it disgust her? Will she spit it out? But she pulled back, tasted a little, and started talking normally, which meant she had already swallowed it all.

—Wow, that’s intense. You made quite a bit —she said, surprised.

—Did you like it?

—More than the taste, I get turned on by the thrill of swallowing it all. I really wanted to. It doesn’t taste bad, you know? It’s weird, I can’t compare it to anything. —She stood up and tugged her hoodie straight—. I’m going, I don’t want them to suspect anything.

***

The next day she didn’t show up, and I obsessed over the idea that she had changed her mind. But the following afternoon the doorbell rang again and I rushed to open up.

—How are you? —she said with a smile—. Yesterday we went to see some relatives, but today I’ve got a good while. My father’s at work and my mother went out with her friends.

—Come in, come in.

We sat as usual in front of the computer. This time she didn’t even wait long: she asked me to put something on and immediately her hands went looking for what they wanted. While the videos ran on the screen, she leaned between my legs with much more confidence than the first day. We were both enjoying it.

—I’m cumming —I warned again, and this time she handled it without flinching. When I finished, she kept going for a while longer, until she had milked me dry.

—I love this —she said afterward, licking her lips—. It’s the most perverted thing I’ve ever done.

—And I love the way you do it.

—Do you have something to drink? My throat’s getting sticky —she laughed.

I went to the kitchen and came back with a couple of sodas and some snacks. We stayed there snacking and chatting in a relaxed way. She asked me what I felt, what I liked best, trying to learn. At one point I offered to return the favor, to do her, or even go further, but she shook her head.

—I’m not ready for that. For now I only want this, just like this.

I respected that. And even so, while we kept munching, her hand went back to teasing me, slowly, until I felt myself getting hard again.

—Look, it’s coming back —she said, amused—. Do you think you could do it again?

—I don’t know, I don’t usually do it twice in a row.

—Let’s try. I want to see if it’s true that the second time there’s less.

And she went down again. She squeezed harder, her lips firmer, and between her sucking and the little noises she made, she turned me on so much that, against all odds, I ended up cumming in her mouth again. Once more she swallowed everything, with a triumphant smile.

That’s how we kept repeating it over the following days. She’d come over, we’d go to my room, she always looked for a second round after the snack break, and sometimes, before swallowing, she would open her mouth to show me what she had gathered, just for the thrill of doing it, because she’d seen it in some video. One afternoon she even brought a glass from home and asked me to fill it. She looked at it, smelled it, and drank it in one go. Later she told me that night she used the same glass at dinner, without washing it, and that every sip of water reminded her of me.

But the week ended and my parents came back to the apartment. With them at home I couldn’t close my bedroom door without raising suspicion, so those encounters ended as suddenly as they had begun. We were never alone together again. Still, every time we ran into each other on the stairs, we smiled like two accomplices, and she winked at me before going on her way.