PART ONE: MEET THE PORTERS
CHAPTER ONE, Emily Steps Out
The Porters lived in a quiet suburban cul-de-sac that was a perfect copy of countless other similar neighborhoods. Seven, one and two-story houses lined the loop of asphalt that circled an island of decorative rocks. Seven houses painted in pleasant, subdued shades housing seven subdued suburban families living subdued lives of no great fanfare or excitement.
The Porters-Robert, 43, Emily, 42, Danny, 19, and Elaine, 18. They were normal, ordinary Americans living the quiet, well ordered live of a middle class American Family. They were normal; their street was normal; and everyone they knew was normal.
Maybe.
Robert and Emily were the type of suburban couple who go to the gym three days a week, ride bikes, play tennis, and generally work at keeping in shape. Their children, of course, learned from their example and were similarly toned. Robert kept his blond hair trimmed short as befit a banker, while Emily, who worked from home as a copy editor, took pride in the auburn tresses that fell to the middle of her back in shimmering waves. She was a pale skinned woman but without the freckles that adorned red heads with more vibrant hair. Her daughter, Elaine, had been graced (or, cursed, perhaps) with curly hair of a bright red hue and a face-no an entire body-covered with freckles. Danny was blond, like his father, and so had escaped that curse. Of course, aside from the tint of her hair and freckles, Elaine was nearly an exact copy of her mother-tall and willowy, with breasts like drops of water poised to fall, and possessing a serene beauty many women would kill to have.
They were a beautiful family living a beautiful life in a beautiful, two story colonial house in a neighborhood similarly blessed. But sometimes perfection isn't enough, and it isn't apparent until something happens to bring the point home.
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It began on a Monday afternoon in May at two-twenty p.m., when Emily was daydreaming a bit and looking out of her kitchen window. That was when her neighbor, Patty Trent, appeared briefly at her side door and tipped her head against the glass to look down her driveway. It appeared that she was looking for the approach of her children after school, and there was nothing unusual in that except that it was too early and she appeared to be stark naked at the time.
The Porter and the Trent homes were at the end of the cul-de-sac loop, with their driveways running parallel to each other to enter detached garages set back on their lots. Because of this arrangement, Emily had a straight view of her neighbor's side door from her kitchen window.
Emily stared dumbly at the thirty-five year old brunette, unable to move her eyes away from the woman who obviously had no idea she could be seen. The sudden appearance of a naked neighbor was a good reason to stare, of course, but further reason was the sudden feeling of arousal that spread out from Emily's groin at the sight of Patty's large breasts. They looked so delightfully soft, with large dark areole and nipples. She was about five-five and fleshier than Emily, without being fat, but possessing what was affectionately known as a "bubble-butt" to go with her large breasts. She was such a "squeezable" woman.
Emily had known Patty for years and had certainly never been attracted to a woman before, let alone Patty, but . . .
When Patty hurried away from her door (breasts quivering), Emily ran up to her bedroom and dropped her pants to her ankles. She sat on the edge of her bed with her eyes closed and slowly manipulated her clitoris while imagining Patty approaching her, smiling, reaching, ultimately lowing her mouth down to taste Elaine's eager pussy. When she came, she imagined that her legs were wrapped around Patty's shoulders, her thighs clamped against her cheeks.
Her orgasm was viciously good.
The guilt and doubt after the orgasm was equally powerful. What the hell was that all about? Patty was her neighbor, a friend, and a woman. What had caused that reaction in her to the sight of Patty's exposed breasts?
Emily washed up and greeted the kids when they came home-Elaine from high school and Danny from the junior college where he was studying computer programming. She greeted them in the kitchen, kissing them both on the cheek, and advising them that they'd be having lasagna when their father got home.
And, when Robert did get home, they ate their supper at six o'clock just like normal, all while Emily's mind was racing with the revelation she'd found in the sight of her neighbor's naked breasts. By the time she went to bed, she'd nearly confessed her feelings to Robert half a dozen times, only to talk herself out of it. It wasn't as though she'd done anything wrong, after all. Only masturbate.
Only masturbate? Jesus.
Of course, she didn't know what fantasies Robert used to masturbate, and they might be many times worse. Well, no, he probably didn't have homosexual fantasies, did he? No, Mister "Let me watch you masturbate with vegetables," never daydreamed about dicks.
And what was Patty doing prancing around the house naked at that time of day, anyway? That's weird. By the time she fell asleep, that question had taken the forefront of her thoughts and allowed her to quit feeling quite so guilty. She hadn't done anything wrong? Masturbation was natural. But wandering around the house naked certainly was not.
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The next day, Tuesday, Emily rushed through her work as quickly as possible and spent a great deal of her time in the kitchen or out in the yard where she could see the Trent house. She didn't want to admit that she was hoping for another glimpse of Patty's body, but that was pretty much the case. And she would certainly like to know what Patty was up to.
It was about two o'clock when she saw her neighbor peering through her door, topless again, seeming to be searching the street for someone. Witnesses? What?
Jennifer Peterson was passing just then, and, when Patty saw her, she ducked back away from the window and didn't appear again. Apparently, Patty was looking to see if the coast was clear, but why?
The question consumed Emily's thoughts the rest of the day, heating her to the point where she jumped her husband as soon as they closed the bedroom door for bed that night. She came so hard that night that she was afraid the neighbors might have heard her.
The neighbors didn't hear, of course, but her children did. She always assumed that the kids could sleep soundly through anything, but she forgot how much earlier than usual she and Robert had begun screwing that night. Of course they were awake at that time of night.
But, of course, they were awake many times that their parents had sex, and they both rather enjoyed the sound of it-each in their own way. Danny, after fighting the impulse for years, had taken up masturbating to the sound of his parent's bed slamming against the wall and his mother screaming out her delight. Elaine just lay smiling and thinking of the joys of marital bliss and how much her parents loved each other. It pleased her to be reassured of her parent's love. It was only later, when she could pretend it had nothing to do with their actions, that she allowed her hands to slip down to her sopping young pussy and give herself her own bit of joy.
That night, everyone in the Porter household had especially good orgasms.
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The next day was Wednesday and Emily was beside herself with curiosity-and horniness, for that matter. The crotch of her panties was soaked by noon, and, at one o'clock, Emily was about ready to knock on her neighbor's door and ask what she had been doing. At one thirty, she nearly did. By two o'clock, she didn't have to ask.
Emily had just gotten a glass of water from her refrigerator when a movement in her neighbor's house caught her eye. Yes, she caught a glimpse of skin in motion and the sway of brunette hair. Okay, what was Patty doing?
