My Neighbour Kate

I'd always wanted to fuck Kate. She'd turned 18 and was already making noise about moving away from home when I almost got the chance. This was years ago now, and here's how it happened.

So Kate was still at home, as I've said, but she hated it. Her parents had started fighting recently since her step-dad's business had gone bust. Not his fault, it was just a sign of the times, with the local economy taking a blow. Anyway, it made things tough for everyone. This was in the days before I'd become a security guard, back when I was still living further north, up in the mountains. It'd been a mining town once, but had closed back in the seventies, I think. I don't know what had gone on up there with the locals, but judging by the people it seemed a lot of inbreeding. Kate's family, like me, were recent arrivals; we'd all swooped on the bottom-dollar houses up for offer, right before the housing bubble had started to swell. That's how we got to be neighbours.

So there were her folks, at each others' throats again. I felt sorry for Kate and her little sister, stuck in that house putting up with it. So one night Kate had decided to do her laundry, even though the sun was starting to drop behind the mountains. She just wanted the excuse to get out of the house, obviously.

I was getting ready for my shift, working at aged care hostel up the right. At least that was a boom industry around these parts, and I'd chanced upon a free course the Government had supplemented to fulfil the need for workers. One of the easiest jobs I ever had.

My kitchen window looked out onto their back yard, where Kate was at the clothesline. This was in the days before the TV show 'Gossip Girl', but later on when I saw that show I was struck with how similar to Leighton Meester's character Kate was, even with the plastic head band that sat across the top of her hair. In any case, I thought Kate was fucking adorable. It was pretty warm where we lived, even though it was a mountain town, so despite the night falling Kate was still dressed for the day: cut-off denims and a white singlet, the sides of which were scalloped out real low. She was barefoot, and I recalled seeing once that she had really small toes.

I went outside on the pretence of checking on the chickens in their pen before work, which afforded me the chance to get close to the fence and say hi to Kate. We got into some small talk about how shit living in our town was, and I told her some stories about living in the city. We even made a joke about how if I ever returned there (which I eventually would, as it turned out) then I should take her with me.

When she'd finished hanging her washing, Kate lingered outside, obviously reluctant to head inside (her mother was now the only one with a raised voice, but the fight was carrying on nonetheless). Kate held the empty basket above her head, stretching her shoulders out, and the singlet fluttered, showing the side of her boob. It was smooth and pale, making me think of the moon in this waning light. She wasn't wearing a bra.

Well, I was already feeling a little randy before, but now I couldn't stop staring at her breast and getting more aroused. So I asked her if she wanted to borrow my Basement Jaxx CD (she'd borrowed it before and really liked it, so I figured she might want to drown out any more arguments listening to it on her Walkman). She was keen to check out the rest of my music collection, and I still had a bit time before I needed to be off, so I helped her over the fence. Fuck me, when she was half way over, leaning forward with one hand on the post and the other out for balance, I got a good eyeful of those sweet young tits then! I could probably fit each one in a hand, but they were perfect, like they were made from silky cream topped with a plump, glazed plum. My cock got hard alright, and I couldn't think about anything else then but those boobs. When she was going through my CD stack, she was crouched down, with her knees against her tummy. They created a bit of a shelf for her breasts, which I'm sure she was aware of. I was standing against the light, so it was probably hard for her to tell I kept staring down her top from where I was standing. What she could see, quite plainly, however, was my stiffening dick. It was straining against my work slacks, though I didn't realise just how much until she made mention of it.

She said: "You look happy."

And I realised she was staring straight at it, and was amused.

Of course I straight away apologised and changed position to try and hide it, but she said I shouldn't hide it, because she liked it.

"And I like yours," I'd said lamely, like a moron. At least it got a good laugh out of her, because then I had to explain I was talking about her boobs, not some dick on her. That was probably the thing that changed gears for us: having a laugh about it. I think now if I'd not fucked up my reply, I'd have just remained all awkward and embarrassed and maybe that would have been the end of it.

But instead, she straightened her back and pulled her singlet down, exposing her gorgeous titties. And I mean they were fucking gorgeous. They sat perfectly upright on their own, were just the right size (they were a teenagers tits all right), and because she was always wearing low-cut singlets, there was a faint tan-line swooping down across the rise of her cleavage, which just further accentuated how creamy and soft her skin was.

I probably just moaned or said something like "oh my god", I don't remember. I do remember her asking if I'd like to touch them. My hands were down her top faster than the babysitter's knickers when her boyfriend pulls up out front. Her nipples were warm and squishy in my fingers. Nubby, is probably the best way to describe how they were. And when I kneaded those tits, they were like balls of warm bread dough. It was heaven, and it took my breath away.

"Stand up," I told her, as I closed the curtains. Couldn't risk her folks seeing us through the window.

She obeyed, and let me slip her singlet off over her head. I made sure the head-band stayed in place. How many times had I fantasised about Kate's tits, and there they were right in front of me. She kept laughing and pulling away as I tried to suck on them. It was getting pretty fucking frustrating, as by now my lust levels had gone into the red. I just wanted my mouth on those beautiful titties.

"I think you want me," she teased, backing away with a grin but eyes trained solely on the bulge in my pants.

Checking my watch, I saw I still had about ten minutes grace before I needed to head off to work. Fifteen minutes at a stretch. I asked Kate if she'd ever seen a dick before, and she nodded, saying blowjobs were fairly common back at school. She'd given some herself. I'd never have guessed it actually, because she rarely had many friends around and had never had a boyfriend that I was aware of. I asked if she wanted to see mine.

"Of course," she'd said, no giggling this time.

So I unzipped, and slid my dick out. I'm not exceptionally big by any means, in fact I'm pretty ordinary in size, but to her credit Kate seemed impressed, even going so far as to say it was big. I suppose compared to the boys at her old school I probably was, given I was easily ten years her senior. Young girls can be eager to please, often skipping foreplay to get straight into it. Kate was no exception: she was down on her knees and grabbing hold of my cock with no time to waste. In it went, her soft lips closing over it.

Despite her boast about blowing boys behind the bicycle sheds, she was timid, taking my dick by small increments. She mostly used her lips and not so much her tongue, but that didn't matter, because I started pumping into her anyway. I even straightened her head-band at one point, being meticulous about it in a way that suggested this wasn't a blowjob. That made me grin.

I wanted to fuck her, but she wasn't up for it. She did let me finger her, though, and that pussy was tight. I had no doubt she was still a virgin. It was a struggle to get two fingers in, and when she started gasping and scrunching her face up, I switched back to just one. I got her sitting on the edge of my couch and I leaned sideways, so I could finger her while she sucked me off. Her denim shorts and panties were pushed down to her knees, and her panties (which had green apples printed on them - originally I'd thought they were polka dots) were rolled up like a cheese twist. I playfully slapped her titties, which made her frown, and seeing that expression of annoyance on her cute lil face with my cock slowly sliding in and out of her dusky-pink lips was too much, so I pulled out and gave myself a quick wank, spurting hot cum in seconds all over her teen titties. Kate held her chin up and eyes closed, fearful I'd cum on her face I suppose. Must have had a boy or two do that at school.

Afterwards, wiping the spunk off her chest with a tissue, she' looked up at me with sparkling eyes. I knew that look, all right: it was infatuation. It was a dangerous look, especially in the eyes of my neighbour's daughter. Her step-dad was the kind of guy who'd probably try and kill me, or beat the living shit out of me at least. But on the other hand, I could take advantage of these new-found feelings and try to manoeuvre some pussy action out of her before her plans to skip town bore fruit. Who knows, maybe this sudden crush on me might even convince her to stick around a little longer; that's something her parents would want to be grateful to me for.

I got to fondle those amazing titties some more before I left for work, kissing Kate at my back door in total darkness. I helped her back over to her side of the fence, passing her a handful of my CDs, and promised I'd get her back around again tomorrow. So even though I didn't get to fuck Kate that night, she was just next door and we'd already started something that would lead to other nights. But that's a story for another time.