My Best Friend Got Me the Neighbor Across the Street

For two years, Marisol had been my neighbor across the street and my best-kept secret. She lived in the earth-colored house directly opposite mine, with a husband who was hardly ever seen and who, according to neighborhood rumors, preferred his screens to his wife. I spied on her from my bedroom window whenever she went out to water the garden in her nurse’s uniform, convincing myself that the flutter in my stomach was just a silly student infatuation.

Because that was what I was: a film student, shy, overweight, the kind of guy who hid in the back row and would never dare speak to a woman like her. And Marisol was a fully grown woman, around forty-three, with a generous figure her uniform couldn’t quite conceal. She had brown hair with lighter tips, always tied back, and gray eyes that seemed to laugh at you before you even said anything.

It’s impossible, I kept telling myself. She’s married, she’s fifteen years older than any of us, and besides, she doesn’t even know I exist.

My friend Bruno, on the other hand, was everything I wasn’t. The niece’s? No—the nephew of the condominium owner, with his own car and a gift for smooth talk that I envied, he knew every neighbor, every secret, and every outstanding debt in the neighborhood. For weeks, he had worn a strange smile whenever he caught me looking toward the house across the street.

“One day I’m going to surprise you,” he would say, laughing to himself.

***

The surprise came on my birthday. Bruno picked me up outside the university with the face of someone hiding something. I was starving, having skipped lunch, and asked him to stop somewhere to eat.

“You’ll eat something better,” he replied, focused on the traffic.

“Barbecue?”

“Something like that.”

He took the highway exit and turned onto a secondary road lined with enormous trees, eventually reaching a dirt track. When I read the sign for the secluded motel in the middle of the fields, I frowned and began to grow suspicious.

“Where did you bring me?”

Bruno stopped the car in front of an old colonial house and placed a small key in my hand.

“Room number ten. Everything’s paid for, and afterward they’ll take you home.”

“A prostitute?” He shook his head, almost offended.

“Don’t you dare call her that. You have no idea what it took me to get her. ” He patted me on the shoulder. “It might be the only time in your life you get something this exclusive. Happy birthday, buddy.”

Before I could ask anything else, he took my backpack, tossed it onto the back seat, and sped away, leaving me standing there with the key in my hand and my heart racing.

***

Inside, an old woman was dozing behind the front desk with a cigarette dangling from her lips. She didn’t even look at me. I went upstairs, crossed a dim hallway, and opened the door to room ten.

There was no one there.

Nice one, Bruno, I thought, smiling resignedly. You played a joke on me, which is why you took off so fast.

I turned around and put my hand on the doorknob to leave when I heard knocking. I opened the door: the hallway was empty. I closed it, and the knocking started again, but this time the sound was coming from an old wooden wardrobe against the wall. I swallowed and approached it with trembling fingers. I pulled the handle and had to stifle a scream.

“Happy birthday!” Marisol said in a syrupy voice I had never heard her use before.

She carefully stepped out so she wouldn’t trip over a pair of white platform heels, holding a chocolate cake with a lit candle. Her hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, and she wore tiny white shorts and a top so tight I could hardly believe my eyes. It was a bunny costume, ears and all, and it fit her as though it had been sewn onto her body.

“N-neighbor…” was all I managed to say.

She began singing “Happy Birthday” to me while circling her hips, and my mouth went dry. She set the cake on a little table, hopped toward me, and wrapped herself around my neck. The weight of her tits against mine made me lose my balance.

“Bruno arranged all this. Do you like it?” She put a finger to her mouth. “Or did you want someone prettier?”

“You’re… perfect,” I stammered. “But this is impossible.”

“It isn’t.” She glanced at the clock on the wall. “Until six this evening, I’m all yours. Completely, utterly yours. Every inch of this body belongs to you until six. Do you understand?”

“And your husband?” She placed her index finger over my lips and slowly shook her head.

“Today, no one else exists. Just you and me.” She giggled. “Aw, look at you, you’re trembling. And look how it’s showing down there, you naughty boy. That’s the first thing I’m going to take care of.”

***

She gently pushed me toward the armchair, and I fell into a seated position. Marisol knelt in front of me without taking her eyes off mine, placed her hands on my thighs, and I noticed that her cheeks were flushed too.

“Do you like me?” I nodded like an idiot. “Since when?”

“Always,” I confessed, and her smile widened.

“Then I’m going to give you the best birthday of your life. I’m going to suck your cock like no one ever has before, my love. You’ll see.”

She unbuttoned my pants with firm fingers, pulled my boxers down to my knees, and when my cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, she opened her eyes wide and let out a long sigh.

“Look what you were hiding, neighbor boy. All this hard cock just for me…”

She wrapped her hand around the base and gave the tip a wet kiss. She stuck out her tongue and ran it all over me from bottom to top, from my balls to the glans, very slowly, never taking those gray eyes off me. I clenched my teeth to keep from coming right there. She licked me again, this time with her tongue completely flat, sucking me as if I were a melting ice cream, and when she reached the top, she opened her mouth and took the whole thing inside.

“Oh, my love,” she murmured, releasing me for a second, a string of saliva hanging from her lip. “What a delicious cock you have. So thick. It fills my whole mouth.”

Then she swallowed it again. She wasn’t some movie expert; sometimes she gagged, sometimes saliva escaped from the corner of her mouth, but that messy effort turned me on a thousand times more than any technique. She began moving her mouth up and down at a steady rhythm, sucking me with her cheeks hollowed, while her other hand caressed my balls.

“Mmmhh…” she moaned with her mouth full, and the sound sank into my ears and tightened my stomach.

Her ponytail bounced with every movement of her head, and the white pom-pom on the costume shook behind her. She pulled my cock from her mouth with a smack and used it to slap her lips and cheeks, giggling softly.

“Look at me, my love. Look at me sucking you. Do you like seeing your neighbor on her knees, sucking your cock?”

“Yes…” was all I could say. “Yes, very much.”

She put it back in her mouth, and this time she took it all the way down, until her nose touched my stomach and I felt her throat close around my glans. She stayed there for a few seconds, breathing through her nose, tears appearing in her eyes, and when she pulled me out, she coughed, laughed, and wiped the string of saliva away with the back of her hand.

“Oops, looks like I left you all messy. Let me fix that.”

I could barely breathe. Every time I thought I was about to lose control and come in her mouth, she stopped, squeezed the base with two fingers, and looked at me with an innocent expression.

“No, not yet, cheater. Not yet. I want you inside me. I want to feel you fill my cunt with all that cum.”

She gave the tip a slow kiss, sucked one last time, and stood up with a smile.

“Now comes my favorite part.”

***

She straddled me in the armchair. Crossing her arms, she grasped the edges of the white top and yanked it upward. Her tits were bared in front of my face, generous and heavy, their hardened pink nipples pointing at me. I had to swallow again.

“Do you like them?” she asked, placing a hand on my chest when I leaned forward. “Wait. Don’t be greedy. Watch.”

Without getting off me, she reached backward and dipped her fingers into the cake. She didn’t hold back: she smeared chocolate over her nipples until they gleamed, spread it all over the surrounding skin, and licked her fingers with a little moan that made my cock throb against her ass.

“Now they’re all yours. Suck them properly, my love. Don’t leave a single drop.”

I buried my face in one and sucked without thinking of anything else. I gently bit her nipple, tugged at it with my lips, and licked it from tip to base. Then I moved to the other and did the same, sucking up the chocolate, saliva, and everything else I found. She held my head against her chest and panted, moving her hips over me, rubbing herself against my hard cock, marking me with the wetness dripping from beneath her shorts.

“That’s it, my love, just like that… bite me harder… oh, you suck so well…”

When she sat upright, her nipples were swollen and gleaming with saliva and chocolate, and she was breathing unevenly. She wiped my mouth with her thumb and sucked the finger with her eyes half closed.

“Let me do it, my love. It’s your birthday. Let me work.”

She climbed off the chair for a moment, put her hands on her tiny shorts, and slowly lowered them, swaying her hips until they fell around her feet. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her cunt was almost completely shaved, except for a thin strip above, and it gleamed with wetness. She stroked her lips with two fingers and showed them to me, soaked.

“Look what you’ve done to me, neighbor boy. All this juice is for you. For spending two years looking at me as if you wanted to eat me whole.”

She put her fingers in her mouth, sucked them in front of me, and settled back onto my thighs. She took my cock in her hand, rubbed it over her cunt lips, wetting the tip with her juices, and found her entrance.

“Hold on, my love. Hold on, I’m going slowly.”

She began to lower herself. I felt her opening around my cock, tight and scorching hot, as she sank down inch by inch. Her face changed as she took me in: her mouth open, her eyes half closed, her brow furrowed with pure pleasure. When she had seated herself completely and my balls pressed against her ass, she let out a cry she made no effort to contain and clung to my neck so she wouldn’t fall.

“God… oh, God… you’re so big, my love… you fill me completely… stay still, let me move…”

And she began. She rose slowly, leaving me almost outside, then dropped back down with all her weight. Again. And again. Each descent was a wet, solid slap, the smack of our slick skin meeting. I grabbed her hips, those broad, firm hips of a real woman, and helped her keep the rhythm. I felt her cunt squeeze me like a fist, sucking me inward every time she rose, swallowing me whole every time she fell.

“Oh, yes, like that, harder, my love… fuck me all the way… fuck me hard, it’s been so long since anyone fucked me like this…”

Her tits bounced inches from my face, and I caught one nipple in my mouth without stopping my thrusts from below. She gripped my shoulders, threw her head back, and began screaming without caring about anything.

“Yes, yes, yes…! Oh, that feels so good, my love, you fuck me so well!”

I lifted her for a moment, turned her around on the armchair, and put her on all fours against the backrest. I looked at her round, white ass, the imprint of the shorts still on her skin, and her open, gleaming cunt between her legs. I thrust into her again, and she let out a howl.

“Oh, yes, Daddy, just like that, from behind, give it to me, give it to me hard!”

I began fucking her with everything I had, gripping her hips with both hands, watching my cock enter and leave her cunt, leaving it shining with her juices, watching her ass bounce every time I thrust. I smacked one cheek, lightly at first, and she moaned louder.

“Again, my love, give me another.”

I slapped her again, harder, and watched her skin redden. I tugged her ponytail and made her arch her back, while she pushed her ass backward to meet me with every stroke. The chair creaked beneath us, her tits shook with every blow, and she kept screaming filthy things into the backrest.

“I’m going to come, my love… oh, God, I’m going to come… don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…”

I felt her tighten around my cock as if she wanted to rip it off. Her whole body convulsed, her ass trembled, her arms buckled, and she collapsed against the chair with a long, broken moan, soaking my balls and thighs.

“Now come here,” she panted, turning around with her legs still trembling. “Come, come inside me. All of it. I want everything.”

She lay back on the armchair again, spread her legs, and used two fingers to open her cunt for me. I thrust in at once and fucked her on top, pounding her as hard as I could while she gripped my neck and whispered in my ear.

“That’s it, Daddy… come inside your neighbor… fill my cunt with your cum… it’s your gift… all yours…”

I finished with a hoarse grunt, buried to the hilt, feeling my orgasm escape in waves inside her. She pulled me against her chest, ran her fingers through my hair, and kept slowly moving her hips, milking every drop from me until I lay still on top of her, my heart pounding in my throat.

“Happy birthday, my love,” she whispered, kissing my forehead.

We stayed like that for a long while, my cock still inside her, gradually softening, while her semen mixed with mine and leaked from the edges of her cunt, staining the upholstery of the armchair. She laughed softly and stroked my back.

***

Afterward she dressed slowly, becoming the neighbor across the street again, and drove me back to a couple of blocks before the condominium, as we had agreed.

“Don’t tell anyone,” she asked in the car, but she said it without fear, almost tenderly. “Although, if I’m honest, it’s been a long time since I felt like this.”

“Like what?”

“Desired. Fucked. Like a woman instead of a piece of furniture.” She shrugged and gave me a sidelong smile. “You get used to being invisible in your own home. For two years you looked at me as if I were the prettiest woman in the neighborhood, and today you fucked me as if your life depended on it. Nothing could pay for that.”

I got out of the car without knowing what to say, my heart still pounding against my chest and her scent clinging to my skin. I watched her drive away and enter the earth-colored house, where a husband was waiting who hadn’t even noticed she had left.

That night, when Bruno asked me how it had gone, I couldn’t find the words. I simply shook his hand and thanked him. He laughed and said that had been the idea from the beginning.

“She’s a wildcat, isn’t she?” he remarked.

“The best experience of my life,” I admitted.

And it was true. For years I had watched her from afar, convinced that a guy like me would never have a woman like her. It turned out that sometimes life—or a good friend—gives you exactly what you desire most, wrapped in a bunny costume with a lit candle.