Neighbor Sex Stories

I lived by myself when I was 19 in a one-bedroom apartment. It wasn’t a bad place, either, which is why I was determined to live there. I made just enough money serving that I could afford it by myself. I picked up every shift I could, often working open to close four or five days a week. The boss man had no problem paying us servers, especially us girls, overtime, because of how little we made on the hour. I had purchased a newer car a year before, and was paying on it as well, but my young, perfect...

I lived at 22 Firth Road. Trouble lived at number 24. The trouble was the sisters, Darlene and Octavia, though I’d lived next door to them for a year before I knew anything about them beyond the simple fact that two pretty girls lived next door. They were half-sisters, really. If I’d thought about it I’d have guessed that the man who’d named 24-year old Darlene, couldn’t be the same man who’d named Octavia, born three years later. Darlene was honey-blonde, bosomy, a girl who got a lot of attention when she walked past in her spray-on jeans. Octavia was...

I moved into this run-down duplex in the middle of nowhere Mississippi on purpose. What can I say, divorce really brings out the best in one’s life. Waiting for a settlement that would take months to get was not going to stop me from getting the hell out of there. Yep, divorced at 21. Life was really looking up for me. My soon to be ex-wife had destroyed enough of my life, and it was time to move on. This place might have mice and it might not have air conditioning, but it didn’t have her, which was that was...

I am fortunate to have retired early in life. Starting my career straight out of high school and acquiring a college education along the way allowed me to take leave of my employer when most people were still looking at another fifteen to twenty years of reporting to the office. With a keen financial mind, I also invested in some stocks and saw quite a bit of success. As a result, by my fiftieth birthday, I had a modest but well appointed house. With no husband or family to speak of, my time was my own. I didn’t fritter away...