The Neighbor I Grew Up With Came Back into My Life

My name is Carla, I’m twenty-one years old, and I live in a small house in a quiet neighborhood, one of those places where everyone knows each other by name. My life was turned upside down when my parents separated some time ago: my mother moved to another city with her new partner, and I stayed with my father, mainly because of university. He works as a security guard on endless shifts, so I spend many hours alone. We always find ways to fill that emptiness, but lately nothing distracts me as much as memories of my childhood. And almost all those memories share the same name: Mateo, my next-door neighbor.

Mateo and I grew up together, our houses separated only by the wooden fence we jumped over a thousand times to play in each other’s gardens. He’s five years older, so when we were kids he treated me like a little sister. We played hide-and-seek, built forts out of sheets and cushions, and told each other secrets while lying on the grass, watching the stars on hot summer nights.

I remember his easy laugh, the way he used to lift me onto his shoulders so I could peek over the wall, and how he defended me from the older boys in the neighborhood. Sometimes he even forced me to be brave and play with everyone instead of hiding behind him. But everything changed when he started secondary school. He became more distant, and I, still in elementary school, felt abandoned.

Our families grew apart too. His parents separated shortly after mine, and his mother moved far away, leaving him alone with his father, a rather surly man who worked rotating shifts: one week away at a company on the coast, and one week at home, sleeping like a log.

The years passed and we lost touch. I grew up, becoming a woman with curves that were starting to attract attention, and I only saw him from a distance now and then, coming home from college with a backpack over his shoulder. Now, at twenty-six, Mateo is a tall, broad-shouldered man, with dark hair that’s always tousled and a smile that still makes me tremble. He studied industrial design and works at a furniture workshop downtown. He still lives in the same house, although he spends most of his time alone, thanks to his father’s shifts.

***

It all started a few weeks ago. I was at the neighborhood supermarket, pushing a cart full of groceries, when I saw him in the drinks aisle. He was wearing a tight T-shirt that showed off his shoulders and a pair of worn jeans clinging to his hips. Our eyes met and, for a second, time stood still.

—Carla? —he said, in a deep voice I didn’t remember being so husky.

I smiled nervously, and we chatted for a while about the old days. He told me he’d finished his degree and that his father was away on one of his long shifts, leaving the house all to himself. I told him a little about my life, about my parents’ separation, about the loneliness of empty afternoons. Before we said goodbye, we exchanged phone numbers.

From then on, we couldn’t stop texting each other. Nothing serious at first: photos of homemade meals, memes about the neighborhood characters, anecdotes from when we were kids. But the fantasies in my head were something else entirely, relentless.

At night, when my father snored in the room next door, I would get into bed and let my imagination fly toward him. I imagined Mateo spreading my legs, burying his tongue in my pussy, that big mouth sucking my clit until I came screaming his name into the pillow. I imagined his hard cock between my hands, thick and throbbing, the tip brushing my lips before sliding all the way down my throat. I rubbed myself between the legs with two fingers while thinking about him mounting me against the wooden fence in the garden, fucking me standing up, one hand covering my mouth so I wouldn’t scream.

Those images kept me awake, hot and desperate, biting my lip to stay quiet while my fingers grew soaked all by themselves. Mateo was the guy I’d always wanted, the friend who had transformed into a man impossible to ignore. And now that we’d found each other again, I couldn’t stop wondering whether he wanted to fuck me as badly as I wanted him to fuck me.

***

One Friday afternoon, while the sun turned the sky orange, his message arrived: “My old man’s leaving for his shift tomorrow. Feel like coming over to watch a movie? Like old times.” My heart raced. I said yes and spent the rest of the day getting ready.

I took a leisurely shower, put on a light cotton dress that hugged my breasts and hips, and applied only a little makeup, just enough. Underneath, black lace panties and nothing else: no bra, because I wanted my nipples to show through the fabric. When I crossed the fence that night, the warm summer air wrapping around me, I felt a flutter in my stomach and a tingling between my legs that wouldn’t leave me. Mateo opened the door with a huge smile, dressed in a gray T-shirt and athletic shorts.

—Come in. The house is all yours… and mine —he said, winking at me.

We went into the living room, which hadn’t changed much: the old sofa, the huge television, a few faded posters on the walls. His father had left everything spotless before going away, and the smell of freshly made pizza floated through the air. We put on an action movie, something light, but neither of us was really paying attention.

We were sitting close together, our knees brushing, and every contact sent a current through my whole body. We talked about everything: how the neighborhood had changed, our broken families, how lonely we sometimes felt.

—You were always my best friend —he said, looking me in the eyes.

—But you were the one who pulled away —I replied jokingly, although my voice came out huskier than I intended.

The tension grew minute by minute. When the movie ended, we sat in silence, the air charged with something electric. Mateo leaned toward me and I didn’t move away. His lips touched mine, soft at first, then urgent.

The kiss was like setting fire to something that had been locked away for years. His hands settled on my waist and pulled me toward him, while my body answered with a heat that made me gasp. We kissed as if we’d been waiting for it our whole lives, our tongues tangled and our breathing ragged. His hand slid up my thigh, slipped beneath my dress, and squeezed my ass through the lace. I felt his hard cock against my hip, outlined beneath his shorts, and I couldn’t help lowering my hand and squeezing it through the fabric.

—Fuck, Carla —he growled against my mouth—. I’ve been imagining this for years.

—Me too, you bastard. Every fucking night —I whispered in his ear, then bit his earlobe.

***

He lifted me effortlessly into his arms and carried me down the hall to his bedroom. The bed was wide, the sheets rumpled, and moonlight poured in through the open window. He lowered me gently and took off his shirt, revealing a firm torso defined by hours of work in the workshop.

I sat up and pulled my dress over my head, left wearing only my black lace panties. His eyes darkened with desire as he came closer, kissing my neck, moving down toward my collarbone, sucking at my skin hungrily.

—You’re so fucking hot —he murmured against my skin—. Much hotter than I imagined.

His hands grabbed my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers before his mouth descended on them. He sucked them one after the other, tugging at them with his lips, nibbling until they were hard as stones and I moaned, arching my back against his face. His tongue traced hot circles around each nipple while one hand squeezed my other breast and the other moved down my stomach, slipping inside my panties.

—You’re soaking wet —he said, smiling against my tit—. Look how you’re already dripping for me, you little slut.

—It’s because I’ve been thinking about your cock for weeks —I panted.

His fingers pushed between my lips and sank into my pussy, coming out shiny with my juices. He brought them to his mouth and sucked them slowly, staring straight at me.

—You taste fucking amazing.

He tore my panties down my thighs and spread my legs wide. He lay facedown between them, those broad shoulders separating my thighs, and buried his face in my pussy without any preamble. His tongue swept over me from bottom to top, long and flat, from my entrance to my clitoris, and I let out a scream that bounced off the walls.

—Shh, the neighbors are going to hear you —he laughed against my pussy, and the vibration of his voice made my whole body tremble.

He started eating me out eagerly, closing his lips around my clitoris and sucking on it while he pushed his tongue inside me, pulling it out and sliding it back in. I grabbed his hair with both hands and pressed his face against my pussy, rubbing myself against his mouth without a trace of shame. Mateo grunted, enjoying it, devouring me as if he’d been starving for days.

—Put them in me —I begged—. Put them in me now, please.

He inserted one finger, then two, curling them inside me and searching for just the right spot while he kept sucking my clitoris with his mouth. He moved them in and out, faster and deeper each time, and I felt my orgasm rising from my belly like an unstoppable wave.

—I’m coming… Mateo, fuck, I’m coming…

I thrashed on the bed, squeezing his face with my thighs, coming in his mouth in shudders that reached all the way to my knees. He kept licking me, more gently, as he brought me down from my orgasm, never taking his eyes off me, his chin shining with my juices.

He didn’t give me time to recover. He stood beside the bed and yanked down his shorts. His cock sprang out hard and thick, the swollen red tip bigger than I’d imagined during so many nights alone. My mouth watered the moment I saw it.

I knelt at the edge of the bed in front of him and grabbed it with my hand. It felt hot, throbbing against my palm. I began stroking him slowly, from base to tip, squeezing the base and playing with the head with my thumb. He let out a long sigh and looked at me through narrowed eyes.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip, savoring the bead of pre-cum already appearing. Then I ran my tongue along its entire length, from the base to the head, and licked his balls one after the other, taking them into my mouth. Mateo clenched his teeth.

—Fuck, baby…

I wrapped my lips around him and slowly took his cock into my mouth, inch by inch, letting it sink until I felt it at the back of my throat. I began moving my head up and down, sucking him rhythmically, my tongue pressed against the underside of the head. I drooled over him, swallowing and wetting his entire cock so I could suck him properly.

Mateo groaned, his hands in my hair, guiding me without hurry.

—That’s it… you’re so good at this, fuck… what a slutty mouth you have.

I took him deeper, using my hand at the base and twisting my wrist in the same rhythm. He made me gag when he reached the back of my throat, but I didn’t stop: drooling, sucking, pulling him out and taking him back in, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. Mateo began moving his hips too, slowly fucking my mouth, until he pulled me away with a gasp.

—Wait, I don’t want to come yet. I want to fuck you first.

***

He took a condom from the nightstand drawer, opened it, and rolled it on with slightly trembling hands. He laid me on my back on the bed and settled between my legs. He ran the head of his cock over my lips, up and down, rubbing it against my clitoris and entrance, teasing me.

—Put it in me already —I begged—. I can’t take it anymore.

He pushed in slowly, stretching me, inch by inch, filling me completely. I moaned loudly when he was all the way inside, feeling myself deliciously stretched, his cock so deep it reached the back of me. —You’re so fucking tight —he panted against my neck.

He began moving with a firm rhythm, his hips colliding with mine, skin slapping against skin with a wet sound that filled the room. I dug my nails into his back, my legs wrapped around his waist, asking for more without words. Every thrust drew a new moan from me, each one louder than the last, until nothing mattered except his cock inside me.

—Harder —I demanded through clenched teeth—. Fuck me harder, Mateo.

He braced himself on his hands and began driving into me with hard, dry thrusts that made me move across the mattress. He watched my breasts bounce with every blow of his hips, bending down to bite them before straightening up to keep fucking me without slowing down.

We changed positions: I climbed on top, riding him and feeling him reach deeper with my own weight. I began moving over him, up and down, my hands braced against his chest. He held my hips and looked at me as if nothing else existed in the world, his mouth open, watching his cock disappear inside me again and again.

—That’s it, slut, ride me like that… I want to watch you take it all by yourself.

I leaned forward, placing my hands on either side of his head, and offered him one breast while I kept moving my ass over his cock. He sucked my nipple hungrily, giving it little bites, while his hands squeezed my buttocks and spread them so he could slip a finger between them, playing around my asshole with the tip wet from my own juices.

Then he turned me over abruptly and put me on all fours at the edge of the bed. He grabbed my hips and penetrated me from behind with a single thrust, all the way in, tearing a scream from me.

—I should’ve seen this ass from the very first day —he said, smacking my buttock and leaving my skin burning.

He began to fuck me doggy-style with thrusts that grew faster and deeper, holding my hair with one hand and pulling my head back. With the other, he reached underneath me and began rubbing my clitoris with two fingers in quick circles without stopping his thrusts.

—Come again —he ordered—. Come on my cock, go ahead.

I couldn’t last another minute. Another orgasm shook me from head to toe, squeezing his cock inside me with spasms he felt too. I screamed into the sheets, biting the fabric as I came apart in shudders.

Mateo sped up even more, his thrusts growing increasingly brutal, until his whole body went rigid, he buried himself deep, and came with a muffled groan, repeating my name, spilling inside the condom with his hands digging into my hips. I felt his cock pulse inside me with every spurt, felt him shudder against my ass.

We collapsed together onto the sheets, sweaty and breathless, his arms wrapped around me. His cock was still inside me, slowly softening, and I didn’t want it to come out yet.

—This is only the beginning —he whispered against my hair.

And I knew he was right. Our lives, so close and intertwined since childhood, had just joined together in an entirely new way. That same fence we used to jump over as children was still out there in the darkness, now guarding a secret far bigger than any of the ones we’d shared beneath the stars.