Fluffing My Neighbor (Neighbor Erotica, Oral, Virgin)

Fluffing My
Neighbor

Sienna
Valentine

Copyright 2014
by Sienna Valentine

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I would do
anything for the Thompsons. After all, I've been living next door
to them for a couple years and I almost think of them like family,
even often babysitting their kids after school before one of their
parents gets home. They were nicer to me than my own family, and
ever since I moved next door to them I've been happier. Their kids
are great, too. Both of them are under ten but it's been pretty
neat to watch them grow up in the last couple of years. They're
lucky to have parents that are still together and love them. My own
family split up years ago and it was pretty hard on me. I wouldn't
wish that on anyone.

Mrs. Thomson
has always been good to me, too. She was a beautiful woman when Mr.
Thompson married her, and from the pictures I've seen she was
beautiful for years after that as well. Not that I think she isn't
beautiful now... but... how can I put this? She's put on a few
pounds.

Mr. Thompson,
though, bless his heart, has never said one word about it. Not to
my knowledge, anyway. He still treats her like a proper lady and
talks to her sweetly. Whenever I'm around I seem him giving her
little kisses, she certainly isn't ignored. He's good with his
kids, as well, and often he'll start playing or horsing around with
them as soon as he comes home, at least when he gets home early
enough that they're still awake. In truth, I see him a lot more
than Mrs. Thompson because of their work schedule and he and I have
a pretty good relationship.

I've also
developed a pretty close connection with Becky, their nine year old
daughter and she's come to confide in me over the last year. She
knows she can talk to me about anything and I won't rat her out to
her parents. Not unless it was something really serious, anyway. I
could tell something was bothering her one day when I was putting
her to bed, her parents still at work, and so I asked her what was
up.

"I'm just
worried about my Mom and Dad," she said.

"How come,
Beck?"

"Well, in the
past, when I was little, I could sometimes hear them at night in
their bedroom making all sorts of noises, carrying on and
hollerin'. When I was young, I wasn't sure what was going on but
now I know what they were doing."

"You do?" I
asked, raising my eyebrow.

"We take
sex-ed in school and I'm not a baby," she said firmly.

"That's true,
you're not," I agreed with a smile.

"Anyway...
lately my Mom hasn't been going in there much anymore, at least not
when Dad goes to bed. When she does, I don't hear hardly any sounds
at all. I'm kinda worried about that, since my friends at school
say they still hear their folks doing it."

"Well, maybe
they're just being quiet about it now," I suggested. "Maybe they
known their room is next to a little snoop," I teased.

Becky smiled
but I could tell it was forced. "A couple times," she continued,
"when Mom did follow Dad into the bedroom she came out not long
after. I snuck out of my room and followed her downstairs. When I
peeked into the kitchen, I saw her crying in front of a big bowl of
ice cream."

I wasn't sure
what to say, so I just sat there for a moment.

"The thing is,
I know that sometimes when a man and woman do it it's called
making love
. So if mom and dad aren't making love, does that
mean they don't love each other anymore?"

I shook my
head. "I'm sure it's nothing, Beck. But I'll tell you what. What
your dad comes home tonight, I'll have a talk with him. Not sure
what I'll say, exactly, but I'll feel out the situation and let you
know if I find anything out. But I'm sure it's nothing. Sometimes
grown-ups just go through phases in their relationships. That's all
it is. I'm sure things will be back to normal in no time."

Becky smiled
and thanked me, and I gave her a quick peck on the forehead before
I left to let her get to sleep.

When Mr.
Thompson came home later that night I waited until he had taken his
shoes off and got himself a drink, as he often did, before I
approached him.

"Hi Mike," I
said, as I walked into the kitchen. Mr. Thomson had long ago asked
me to call him by his first name. He said Mr. Thomson made him feel
too old. It was a hot day and I was wearing my short cutoffs and a
white tank top. I usually dressed pretty lightly in the summer when
I babysat because the Thompson's didn't have air conditioning. The
sweat from my chest was making the shirt cling to my boobs and my
nipples poke out. I hadn't worn a bra today either. Since I just
had to walk over from next door, I often dressed pretty
casually.

"Hi Jenny," he
said, giving me a smile. "How were the kids?"

"Good.
Although, well, Becky is a bit upset about something..."

Mr. Thompson
frowned. "What's wrong?"

I'd known him
long enough that I felt like I could be pretty direct, I didn't
like to beat around the bush. "She's noticed Mrs. Thompson come out
of your room crying on a couple of occasions," I said.

"Oh," he
said.

"She's worried
you guys aren't... doing it... anymore," I said, worried I was
blushing a little.

He coughed.
"What?"

"Well... she
said she use to hear you guys having sex after your wife would
follow you to bed, but now she never does. She's worried it means
you don't love her anymore."

Mike drained
his drink and then set it down on the counter, wiping his mouth
with hand. He was tall, and very handsome. Mrs. Thompson was very
lucky. "Of course I love her, why would she ask that?"

I told him
what Becky had said about making love and what she thought it
meant.

I don't think
in all of the years of babysitting for the Thompsons I've ever seen
Mike blush like he did now. He literally couldn't look me in the
eye. "Well, that's just silliness..."

"Well, I know
it's none of my business, but I just thought I should tell you what
was going on. You've always been very good to me and I hope you
know that you can trust me if you ever want to talk about anything,
or if you ever need anything."

Mike did look
at me then. He slowly turned his head back toward me, and I watched
as his eyes traveled the length of my body, starting down at my
hips and up past my stomach, my breasts and finally my face. His
eyes seemed to focus on my full, pouty lips. "Well, maybe it's best
if I did get it off my chest," he said. "It's just... embarrassing,
I guess. But it's like this. I do love Catherine. It's just that
lately, well, she's gained a little weight and sometimes it's a bit
hard for me to... to show her my love."

"What do you
mean?" I asked.

"Well, err,"
he started to blush again. "How old are you now, Jenny?"

"I'm 19," I
said.

"Okay, so
you're old enough that I'm sure you know how it all works. You must
have had boyfriends before, you're pretty enough that I'm sure
you've had to beat them off with a stick."

It was my turn
to blush. "Not really," I admitted. "I guess I'm too busy with
school and babysitting here all the time. I haven't really had time
for boys..."

"Oh," he said.
"Well... you must know about sex, though, right? I mean, how it
all... works?"

"Oh of
course," I said. "I wasn't raised in a convent. I just haven't, you
know, experienced it firsthand."

He stared at
me again before continuing. "Of course. Well, so, basically the
issue is one of... arousal. For a man and a woman to have sex, the
man has to be aroused."

"You mean get
hard?" I asked.

He coughed
again. "Yes, right. Get hard. I guess you do know some things after
all. You have no experience, at all?"

I shook my
head.

My Thompson
nodded but was looking thoughtfully at me. "Good, good. Anyway, to
get hard a man has to be turned on and, well, like I said, I love
my wife but... she's gained a few pounds and it's been kind of
tough for me to..." he trailed off.

"Get hard?" I
finished for him. He nodded. "Well gee, Mike, I guess I can
understand that. But it sounds like Catherine is very upset about
it."

"I know,
Jenny," he sighed. "She has a large appetite, and not just for
food. I guess she's been feeling a bit neglected."

"I wish there
was a way to help her," I said.

"Me too," he
said. "But a man 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."