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LUST THY NEIGHBOR (a true story of an imaginary person)

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they always say love your neighbor/s..but i say, why not lust your neighbor/s instead of love?..maybe, lust is a lot simpler than love..this is a story of lust between neighbors..

when i was in college, i lived in an apartment style building with 4 floors…my room was on the 3rd floor, 4th door to the left of the stairs…i wouldn’t say i was a snob, but since i was “busy” with my studies (naks.hehe), i wasn’t in a “good” speaking terms with my neighbors…a simple ‘hi-hello’ exchanges coupled with a smile would already suffice…i had my friends who obviously lived in other apartments and i usually spent most of my free time with them, so to speak, my room was just intended for resting…

now i would describe my neighbors a bit…room#5 was occupied by a couple who had just had their first baby…room#3, by a boyfriend-girlfriend tandem who made cussing and venting their daily dose of stimulant and depressant…room#2, by 2 guys who were at home maybe 1 time in a week or 2…and room#1 (closest to the stairs), by a management student who had her bf visit her once in a while…so as you can see, they are not really the neighbor-type persons whom a “busy student” could have a light gossip with coupled with some booze…except for roomie#1…but then she had a bf and i was a shy guy…

so, this kind of setting went on for more than a semester…until one night at around midnighti went home a little bit drunk ( by the way we had no curfew and very rare rules in the building)…as tipsy as i was, i had some kinda hardship ascending the stairs (i’m not really a hard drinker,hehe)…i was dizzy…”damn, i would never ever drink again”, i was whispering to myself…upon conquering the last step of the stairs (on the third floor), i stumbled on something solid but soft…damn, i almost went back down…gathering myelf, i realized i bumped into ms. student (let’s call her ms. J.)…her back on the stairs, she was smoking…i loved to hate smoking gals…”i’m sorry”, i said, “di kita napansin”…”ok lang kuya”, she answered..i went to my room, splashed some cold water on my face, grabbed a smoke and went out to her…again i apologized(mejo makulit pag nakainom e, hehe)…”ano’ng ginagawa mo dito sa labas, gabi na a” i said…i noticed her room was open but it was not lit…”nagpapahangin lang po ako” she said…”ok k lng ba?’, i asked again…she didn’t answer…i assumed she had a problem…i was already ready to take the conversation to the next level, but i heard her phone rang and she took it…i had already finished my smoke that time, so i decided to just get back to my room and sleep…that was our first close-encounter…

days went by as if nothing “unusual” had happened…but at nights, i couldn’t help but to think what “part” of her had i touched during that night…i wasn’t so sure but i made myself believe ‘it’ was her “ass”…and then i would spend hours trying to relieve that particular incident in my mind and proceed to add more with my imaginations…every night, the scenes would vary depending on my inclinations…but my favorite was, “after i accidentally bumped into her ass, she would turn toward me and grab me trying to prevent me from falling…but then i would realize that my hands were free, and i couldn’t feel any foreign body on my waist…i would be filled with wonder…i would look into her, noticing she would be smiling sheepishly, lick her lips, then slowly part them and form the letter ‘O’…at that moment, i would realize that she really grabbed me and helped me from falling, only she aimed at my dick… she would slowly lower her head, unzip my zipper, bring down her O’ed lips to my dick and give me a great blowjob that would last for 30 minutes…in the open…she would let out a long, deep and sexy moan as she savor my taste….after that i would hear, “ooooooohhhhhh, kuuyyaaa, ang saarraaapp moooo….” she would say as she would plant kisses to my body up to my neck…she would then whisper to my ear seductively while flicking her tounge “kuya, hump me hard”..and i would oblige willingly, fuck her hard right there on top of the staircase just outside her room…in the open…”..this was the end of my favorite scence, and i just continued it by masturbating, then sleeping…

this was the case for some time…and i was already contented with it…i knew she had a bf so i didnt made the move, even if i really wanted to fuck her badly..but from that time on, my impression on her was already different..from the normal student trying to divide her attention and her time between her studies and her bf, she became the object of my lust and the central figure of my fantasies…i tried to study every inch of her body, and then made it as the specimen of my personal experiments in my moment of solitude and pursuit of happyness..(hehe, parang cliche a)..anyway, a day never passed that i wouldn’t glance at her room as i passed by, hoping to see her…she was not that beautiful, but boy she was sexy…the intensity of my lust grew each day, but this just made me frustrated all the more because i knew i could never realize my fantasies…yes , my fantasies about her…but that just it…they remain as fantasies…

(to be continued….antok na e,hehe)