Fluffing My Neighbor (Neighbor Erotica, Oral, Virgin)
can't help what turns him on. I still love my
wife, but when I married her she was very thin and beautiful. She
looked a lot like you, actually." He again let his eyes wander
across my body and I blushed again.
    "Do you really
think I'm beautiful?"
    "I'd have to
be missing my eyeballs not to," he said.
    I put a finger
up to my lips, dipping it into my mouth. I sometimes did that when
I was thinking. "Well, is there any way that I could help you guys
out?" I would hate for the two of them to get divorced. I knew
their kids would take it horribly, especially Becky. And then they
would move away and I'd probably never see them again.
    Mike looked at
me long and hard now. His lips pursed and I guess they were dry as
he started to lick them a little bit. He looked like he was going
to suggest something, but then stopped himself.
    "What? Did you
think of something I could do to help?" I repeated. "I'd do
ANYTHING to help you guys, you're very important to me," I
said.
    "Anything?" he
asked.
    "Why sure," I
said.
    Mike just
nodded slowly. "Well, let me think on that a bit Jenny. We'll talk
again tomorrow."
    I went back to
my house and returned the next day to meet the kids as they
returned from school, as usual. I told Becky that I spoke to her
dad and it was nothing to worry about, it would get sorted out but
it was just grown-up stuff. She seemed relieved and I hoped that I
hadn't just lied to her. That night I put them to bed and waited
anxiously for Mr. Thompson to return, hoping he had thought of
something I could do to help.
    When he did
come home, I waited in the family room for him to find me when he
was ready. He came in softly and stood in the doorway for a moment
before saying anything. I sat and looked up at him from the couch.
I was wearing a similar outfit as yesterday, although today my
shorts were a loose cotton instead of my jean cutoffs.
    He came into
the room and shut the door behind him as he did. "I couldn't sleep
last night," he said. "I was thinking about what we talked about
yesterday. I feel bad that Catherine has been crying about
something that is all my fault, and even worse that Becky has
noticed."
    I stood up and
walked over to him to put my arm on his shoulder in comfort. "Oh
Mike," I said. "You can't help it, like you said. Your body just
works the way it works."
    He nodded.
"Well, that's right, it does. Which is why I was wondering if you
meant what you said about wanting to help?"
    "Of course," I
said enthusiastically. I was so happy that he had thought of
something.
    "Well, I
hesitate to even ask this, but it's the only thing I could think of
and you did say you would do anything..."
    "I meant it
Mike, please tell me what I can do!"
    "Remember when
I said that Catherine use to look a lot like you?" I nodded, so he
continued. "Well, it got me to thinking that maybe if I could
see... more of you... it may help me get... hard. Then I could go
in later and show her that I still loved her."
    "See more of
me?" I was confused. "You see me almost every day, I don't
understand."
    Mr. Thompson
cleared his throat. "Well, what I mean is, your body. Without
clothes, that is. That's the kind of thing a man needs to see to
get... hard."
    "Oh," I said.
I could feel my face burning. Mike was asking me to take my clothes
off in front of him. I know I had said I would do anything, but to
get fully naked in front of him was the last thing I expected him
to suggest.
    "Nevermind.
This was a bad idea, forget I said anything," he said, turning
towards the door and reaching quickly for the handle.
    "Wait!" I
cried. I did tell him I would do anything, and if this was
something that would help his marriage then it was a small price to
pay. "I'll do it."
    He just stood
facing the door, his hand still reaching for the knob. "Are you
sure?" he asked quietly.
    In answer, I
pulled off my t-shirt quickly and dropped it to the floor and then
hooked my thumbs into my pants and panties and pulled them both
down, stepping quickly out of

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