Denise gets very well acquainted with the man next door.
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Denise was an 18-year old blonde who was enjoying her last summer of freedom. In September she was due to start training to become an office administrator. She already had a job lined up when her training started and she was slowly getting ready for life as an adult. Using the inheritance from her grandfather, she’d bought a used car and rented an apartment. She’d spent the last few weeks buying second hand furniture to furnish her place and now she’d moved all her stuff.
It was exciting to see her parents drive off after they’d dropped off the last box of her stuff. She still had a few weeks to go before she started work and she was planning to spend them getting her place in order, shopping for work clothes, and generally getting used to being on her own. Her parents lived only 15 minutes away so she could always pop home if she got lonely, but she was having the time of her life.
She lived on the second floor and in the courtyard there was a pool for the tenants to use. After her parents drove off, she went upstairs and changed into a blue bikini that she’d found on sale the day before. She grabbed a towel and went downstairs. All that carrying had made her sweaty and she fancied a long, cool swim before she started tackling all that unpacking. She dove in and the water felt great against her hot skin. She swam lengths for nearly half an hour before hoisting herself out of the pool.
As she got on her feet she noticed a man coming towards her from the car park. She recognised him as the guy who rented the apartment next door to hers. He walked over to her and greeted her.
“Hi Denise,” he said with his eyes wandering the length of her body, from her sweet face, past her firm breasts in the C-cup bikini bra, past her thin waist, on to her rounded hips and the wet material that indicated a very trimmed bush, and along her curvy thighs to her feet. “Have you moved in for real now?”
“I sure have,” Denise said and reached for her towel. “I’m now an independent woman.”
“I like the sound of that,” he laughed. “As long as it doesn’t mean lots of parties that disturb my sleep every night.”
“I can promise you that,” Denise laughed along, eager to be a good neighbour. “In fact, I have a lot of work ahead of me, getting the apartment in order before I start working.”
“Just quiet nights in with your boyfriend then?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend, so it’ll be quiet nights on my own.”
“No boyfriend, eh? I would have thought that you’d have a hoard of boys lining up to date you.”
“I was never interested in the schoolboys I was allowed to date when I was in school. I’m looking for someone more mature, but I can’t see that I’ll have time to date in the near future.”
“Well, if you need a helping hand in your apartment, just call on good old Luke next door. I’m pretty handy with most things.”
Luke winked at Denise and headed upstairs. She looked at him as he climbed the stairs to the second floor and she felt a tingle in the pit of her stomach. Luke was quite a bit older than her, at least in his 30s, but he was very attractive and Denise loved the way he’d looked at her. She was still a virgin because even though she’d been curious about sex and dying to get some experience, she’d still never dated a guy that she felt that she wanted to sleep with. Luke, on the other hand, was just such a guy. She wondered if he’d be interested in her, or if he just saw her as a silly little girl next door. She decided it was time she tried her hand out at flirting.
Later that evening she was unpacking her kitchen boxes when there was a knock on the door. She opened it and Luke was there, a pizza box in one hand and a six-pack in the other. He was wearing cut off jeans and an old t-shirt.
“I thought you probably wouldn’t have time to cook so I ordered a pizza,” he smiled as she let him in. “Want a break and something to eat?”
“I’d love it,” she smiled, happy that she was wearing a tight tank top and her shortest shorts. “I’ll just go and wash my hands.”
She ran off to the bathroom and cleaned her hands and splashed some water in her face. She didn’t have time to do anything about the messy blonde hair in the ponytail, but she tied a knot in her tank top, baring her tanned stomach, before she walked back into the living room. Luke was sitting on the couch, a slice of pizza in his hand and a smile on his face. Denise’s eyes went to his crotch area that was in unobstructed view and she wondered what it would feel like to cup the bulge. As she walked past her bag on the table she knocked it over and Luke reached forward to help her pick her things up. She whispered a thank you when he handed over her birth control pills and then she sat down with a smile and grabbed some pizza.
They had a great time. Denise wasn’t used to alcohol and she got a bit tipsy from the beer, but Luke was a perfect gentleman. Well, his hand did come to rest on her thigh a lot and every time she leaned forward he enjoyed the view of her cleavage, but he made no advances. Denise felt more confident with the alcohol and returned his little touches. She felt how her nipples were growing erect inside her bra and she was getting uncomfortable.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she said and smiled at Luke. “But I really need to get more comfortable.”
With those words she reached around and unhooked her bra, before pulling it off. Luke’s eyes were fixed on her breasts as they bounced free inside the tank top. The size of her nipples became obvious, as did how firm the young tits were.
“That’s better,” she sighed with relief. “You have no idea how uncomfortable those things can be.”
Luke muttered that he didn’t and they kept talking and laughing for a while. By the time Luke got up to leave they were sitting so close their legs touched and he’d had his arm around her for a long time. She walked him to the door and he pecked her on the cheek. His hand brushed past her breast as he left and she closed the door with a giant shiver. If he’d tried to have sex with her tonight she would’ve let him. What was wrong with him? He’d seen her pills, he hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off her tits, and she’d signalled to him that she was for the taking.
She was still horny as she went to bed so she stripped naked and started playing with her pussy. With one finger on her clit and the other finger sliding in and out of her wet hole she brought herself to a climax. She then licked her finger and went to sleep, dreaming of Luke.
The next day was even hotter and Denise decided to work in shorts and a bikini top. With a chest her size it wasn’t all that comfortable, but she knew that she looked good in it. She was downstairs picking up her mail when Luke walked past in his work clothes. He cast an appreciative glance at her.
“Getting an early start again?”
“Yeah, I thought I’d try to sort out the kitchen this morning.”
“That sounds like a plan.”
“Yeah, and I was wondering if I could treat you to a meal tonight to thank you for the pizza last night?”
“Are you sure you have time for that?”
“Yeah, it’ll give me a chance to practise my cooking, so don’t expect anything fancy.”
“I look forward to it. Shall I bring something to drink?”
“Yeah, that’d be great. Will 7 be good for you?”
“You bet!”
Luke’s lips caressed her cheek and then he went off. Denise realised that she had to do some shopping because she only had a few bottles of pop in the apartment.
At 7 she was dressed in a cotton dress that left no room for a bra and the pasta dish was smelling great from the oven. She’d worked hard all day and the open plan kitchen, dining room, living room looked great now. It was all clean and tidy and all the boxes had been shoved into the closet and stacked in one corner of the bedroom. The bedroom still only had her brand new double bed set up, but the bed had brand new sheets and it was all clean. She smiled as she heard a knock on the door.
“Door’s open,” she shouted and walked towards it as Luke entered with two bottles of wine.
“I didn’t know what you were making so I brought both red and white wine.”
“I’m making pasta, but I’m not fussy, I’ll drink either.”
“Maybe we’ll drink both,” he laughed. “Listen, I got something from work today. They were throwing them out, but then I remembered that you had a breakfast bar in your kitchen.”
He walked out and came back with two stools.
“They need to be re-upholstered, but I think they’d go really well here.”
“Oh thank you!” Denise wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. “I’ve been looking for some stools, but I couldn’t find any that I could afford.”
“Well, you can afford free, can’t you?” Luke laughed.
“I sure can. Come on in, the food is ready to be eaten.”
They drank the red wine with the food, and once again Denise felt light headed, but she wasn’t drunk. She flirted shamelessly and made sure to lean forward a lot to show her cleavage. For dessert she announced that she had some ice cream and Luke sat down on her couch as she served it. She joined him and handed him a bowl and they ate in silence. All of a sudden Denise spilling a spoonful of ice cream on her chest.
“Oh damn,” she said, annoyed with herself for spilling her food in front of Luke.