The Bet with the New Neighbor Ended Up as Something More

The moving truck showed up on a Tuesday in July, right across from my house. I was glad to see the new neighbors had brought a girl who was about my age. I had just turned eighteen, that strange stretch where you’re no longer a kid but they still don’t treat you like an adult. The only thing I was sure of then was that my hormones were going full blast and that I masturbated more than I’d be willing to admit to anyone.

I saw her for the first time dribbling a basketball on the sidewalk, with the kind of control that showed years of practice. I crossed the street on some flimsy excuse and said hello. I told her I had a hoop set up in the garage and that sometimes I played right there on the sidewalk, in case she felt like christening the neighborhood with a basket.

“My name’s Nadia,” she said, stopping the ball with her hip. “Well, Nadiana, but nobody calls me that.”

She was pretty in a way that threw you off: blond, the same height as me, almost five foot nine, with long legs that seemed to go on forever. When I told her which high school I went to, we found out we’d be in the same grade starting in September.

“Give me two minutes,” she said. “I’m going to change and then I’ll crush you.”

She went into her house to put on something more comfortable. When she came back out, my mouth went dry and, honestly, I couldn’t move from where I stood. She was wearing tiny athletic shorts and a jogging top that left very little to the imagination.

This isn’t fair, I thought, trying not to give myself away in my crotch.

“This outfit has a trick to it,” she said, with not a trace of joking in her voice. “It doesn’t just let me move better. It also distracts rivals like you, who get stupid the second they see me and miss even free throws.”

She said it with astonishing naturalness, like she was talking about the weather. And I couldn’t remember ever being as hard as I was at that moment, standing there in my own driveway.

“One-on-one?” she suggested. “Best of three. If I win, you show me something. If you win, I’ll show you something.”

“Something like what?”

“You show me your dick. I’ll show you my tits.” She smiled. “But you’re going to lose.”

I knew perfectly well there was no human way I could beat her. Still, I agreed, partly out of pride and partly because losing didn’t sound like much of a punishment. We went into the garage, played the three games, and as expected, she took all three.

To pay the bet, I pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles and tugged my shirt up so she could get a good look. Nadia laughed as she watched me, and when she reached out to touch me, I didn’t move away a single millimeter.

“It’s rock hard,” she commented, surprised, weighing it in her hand. “And there isn’t even any bone in there.”

“Dress like this and you tell me how I’m supposed to get it to go down,” I shot back.

“I can take care of that,” she said through clenched teeth. “One blowjob and you’ll come. That’ll soften it up.”

“Might take more than one,” I said, half joking.

“Then more than one it’ll be.”

***

She knelt right there on the cold garage floor and took me into her mouth while she stroked the base with her hand. I didn’t think she’d let me finish inside her, so I warned her. To my surprise, she didn’t pull away: she kept going to the end and swallowed everything without blinking.

The weird part came after that. Instead of going soft, my cock stayed just as hard. She laughed, delighted by the challenge, and started again. She had to give me three orgasms in a row, leave me literally dry, before it finally went down. It took almost an hour. I’d never had anything like that happen before, but with Nadia dressed like that and working my dick with her mouth, I shouldn’t have been surprised.

When it was time to go back home for dinner, she pulled one last dirty trick: she took off her sports top and showed me her breasts. That was all it took to get me hard again. She laughed, kissed the tip, then kissed me on the lips, and left as calmly as could be.

***

That same night, after dinner, there was a knock at the door. It was Nadia. My father let her in and, without further ado, sent her to my room. I was checking my email on the computer when I heard her come in. She’d changed clothes, but she still looked like she’d stepped out of a dream: tiny shorts and a T-shirt with the sleeves and hem cut off, so it barely covered her chest.

“I’m not wearing anything underneath,” she told me, as if it were nothing.

And she proved it. She lifted her shirt to show me her breasts and then pulled her shorts down just enough for me to see the rest. I got hard instantly, which was exactly what she wanted. She knelt down again, pulled my clothes off me, and started in on another blowjob.

She was on her third straight one when my mother opened the door without warning. She froze in the doorway for a second, looked at us, smiled at me in a way I couldn’t quite interpret, and closed the door without saying a word.

That afternoon Nadia was at the house for almost two hours straight. In all that time I learned more about her body than in my whole life of fantasies. I saw her naked, played with her breasts, touched her, and she patiently showed me how to caress her. She even let me use my tongue, and when I finally got her off, she kissed me on the mouth, satisfied.

I tried to go further, but she stopped me gently.

“Not yet,” she said. “I’m a virgin. And we only met this morning. There’s no need to rush that much when we’re already moving fast.”

She gave me a long goodbye kiss at the door, right in front of my parents. She did it on purpose, I’m sure of it.

***

When I went to bed, my mother came into the room. I expected some comment about what she’d seen earlier, but she came at it from a direction I never would have imagined.

“Did you do anything else besides the blowjobs?” she asked.

“No,” I answered, red to the ears. “I met her this morning.”

“Well, the girl’s in a hurry.” She fell silent, thoughtful, and then, almost to herself, added, “Truth is, I’d love to try her.”

I was speechless. She laughed at my face.

“Are you bisexual, Mom?” I managed to ask.

“I don’t know. I never thought I was. At university I hooked up with a couple of classmates, but when I met your father that was the end of it.” She shrugged. “And yet this little girl got my panties wet just by looking at her. Tomorrow, bring me a good sample of her, and if you behave, maybe the next night it’ll be my turn.”

Before leaving, she kissed me on the lips, slipped her tongue in for a moment, and ran her hand over the sheet until she felt me getting hard again.

“I just wanted to check one thing,” she said, amused. She turned off the light and closed the door.

***

The next morning, Nadia showed up just after breakfast. My mother opened the door and looked her up and down: the same tiny shorts, the same top that barely held her in.

“Does your mother know you go out on the street dressed like that?” she asked, half scandalized and half curious.

“You should see what she wears,” Nadia laughed. “Should I call her and invite her for coffee? She lives right across the street.”

“Of course,” my mother replied, looking at me with a smile that no longer had anything innocent in it.

Nadia made the call and we waited in the entryway to watch her mother cross the street. Her name was Carla, and from a distance you could already tell the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree. She was wearing a bikini, but unlike any I’d ever seen: two tiny triangles over her chest and one below, with not a single strap in sight. When she got closer, my mother squeezed my hand hard.

“How does that stay on?” my mother asked in the kitchen, unable to hide her reaction.

Carla, with not the least bit of shame, peeled one of the pieces away, licked it, and pressed it back on.

“Silicone,” she explained. “And the bottom one is attached to a little toy inside. Try it if you want.”

My mother didn’t even look at me. She stripped right there, let Carla put the pieces on her, and when she turned toward me, I could hardly recognize her: I’d never seen her like that before.

“You two go upstairs and fool around for a bit,” Carla said, looking at me with one eyebrow arched, “while your mother and I have things to try.”

***

Nadia dragged me to my room, took off her clothes, and kissed me.

“My mother wants to try you too, you know,” I told her.

“Then let’s go,” she answered, and walked back out into the hall. I followed her.

When we peeked into my parents’ bedroom, our mothers were already wrapped around each other, kissing as if they’d been waiting years for that moment. Nadia politely waited for them to separate before gently pushing my mother onto the bed and straddling her mouth. Carla settled between my mother’s legs and, in seconds, the moans filled the whole room.

Carla waved me over and made room for me to try too. The four of us ended up tangled together, a little chain of mouths and hands where nobody was keeping track of who was doing what anymore. It was the hottest scene I’d ever seen in my life, and I was right in the middle of it.

“I’m ready,” Nadia whispered then, breaking away for a moment. “If you want, I want it to be you.”

Of course I wanted it. I’d been rock hard for a while. Nadia positioned herself with her ass at the edge of the bed and our mothers stood on either side of her, caressing her, while I slid between her legs.

Without further preamble I entered her slowly; she was soaked. I didn’t last long the first time, but, as was becoming a habit with me, I didn’t go soft. I kept going, came a second time and then a third, while the two women whispered things in Nadia’s ear and bit her neck.

“You’ve got incredible stamina,” my mother said, looking at me with something like pride.

When I finally pulled out, Carla went down slowly to her daughter and cleaned her with her tongue, swallowing everything I’d left inside her, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Then she claimed me for herself and rode me right there on the floor until she got two more out of me.

“The last one’s mine,” my mother cut in, gently moving her aside.

And then she climbed on top of me. She put my hands on her breasts, and when she moved on top of me they were level with my face. I squeezed them a little and sucked her nipples until she sat down hard, setting the rhythm. My mother fucked in a way my father obviously knew well. I came inside her for the third time and had nothing else left to give.

***

When the four of us were finally sated, we went down to the kitchen to eat something. Our mothers started talking about sex with no filter at all, and just listening to them I learned more about my parents’ private life than I ever would have wanted to know. My mother confessed that she’d love to dress like Carla and Nadia, but my father would never let her; that she’d like to do it in places where there was a risk of getting caught, but he was the bed-and-not-much-else type.

Carla was exactly what my mother dreamed of being, multiplied by ten. And Nadia, a younger version of her mother, ready to repeat with me anytime, anywhere.

That afternoon the four of us went out to buy my mother new clothes, ones she’d never dared to wear. My father was going to get quite a surprise when he got home from work. And from that summer on, nothing was ever the same on our street, thanks to the new neighbors across the road, who already had a very clear plan to bring my father into their games as well.

And did they ever succeed.