The Lady Next Door Pt. 01

"Should I ask her if she likes something, or even what she likes?"

"You can, but she will appreciate your intuitiveness more. Have you ever seen a vagina up close before?"

"Only in photos."

"Well, that's a start. Have you noticed in all these photos that all vaginas look different?"

"Yes."

"Likewise, they all taste different. Some you will like the taste of, others you will not. If you do not like the taste, do not let her know. Do not make a distasteful sound or give any other indication that you do not like the taste. You will find that if you keep at it, you will become accustomed to the taste which will mostly be your own saliva. If that does not happen for you, then move to something else. Understand?"

"Yes."

"The first touch of your tongue should be gentle. Begin using your tongue on her tenderly. You're not licking an ice cream cone. Likewise, do not attack her vagina as though you have not eaten in a week. Always go easily unless she tells you to be more aggressive. Do you have all that?"

"I think so."

"Once you become good at cunnilingus, these things will become intuitive, and you will not need to think about them. Are you ready?"

"I guess."

Dominique stretched out on her lounger, legs spread, feet resting on the ground on either side of her lounger. Zack straddled the lounger and leaned over so that his face was inches from her pussy. He took a moment to look at it, finding beauty in the folds of skin. He inhaled deeply not knowing what he expected to smell. The scent was pleasant, but not reminiscent of any other aroma he could think of.

Ready for his first taste, Zack didn't know exactly where to start. The flaps of her labia were spread open slightly with the rim curving upward into the hood of her clit. That hood protruded prominently, and he thought that should be where his tongue made contact, but that pink, moist skin of the inside of her labia looked much more inviting.

He took his first swipe, mindful to be gentle. That actually elicited a soft purr from Dominique, and he had to wonder if that was real or was she faking it for his benefit. Now, he flicked his tongue tenderly against the hood of her clit causing the little white knob to peek out.

"Very good," she whispered. "Now part my lips with your tongue. Run it up and down my slit."

Zack complied and encountered more wetness. As he dragged his tongue up and down, he found the taste most appealing. Pausing a moment, he had to tell her, "You taste really good."

"Thank you. Another technique is to wiggle your tongue from side to side as you move it up and down."

Again, he complied, this time causing her to shiver.

"You can also weave your tongue up and down instead of zig-zagging."

So, he tried that.

"Mmmm-hmmm. Suck my clit gently. And lick the outside of my lips. Now, stick your tongue in my hole as far as you can and wiggle it around."

Zack did all those things.

"Go back to flicking your tongue on my clit. Now, this time, slide a finger in."

He had to pause and think about that. Of course, he'd seen that done in videos, but didn't expect her to want him to do it. He had no hesitancy in complying, and instantly slid his middle finger in.

"That's it," she whispered.

Whether she was going to suggest it or not, Zack boldly slid his forefinger in also.

"Very good," she complimented.

He heard her breathing quicken, so he kept up his oral and digital work.

"Ungh, Ungh," was his first clue that she had an orgasm building.

Pride built in him knowing that he was going to make her come.

"Keep that up!" she moaned through gritted teeth. "Ahhhhhhh!" She clamped her thighs around his head.

Though it was tight, Zack loved it. When she relaxed her legs slightly, he twisted his head to kiss the inside of each thigh.

"Mmmm. Good move."

Finally, Dominique grabbed his head, holding it in place to finish her climax. A minute or so later, she let go, releasing his noggin from both hands and legs. She took a deep breath and said, "You're a natural. That was fantastic!"

"Really?"

"Absolument."

"What?"

"Absolutely."

Before they could sing each other's praises any further, Zack was horrified when Ralph appeared not looking like his usual cheerful self. The teen stood, and the older man stopped in front of him, eying his crotch.

"Damn, boy! How did you grow that thing?"

"You were watching?" Zack asked fearfully.

"Of course."

Dominique did not seem bothered by that.

"You should put your swimsuit on," Ralph ordered.

"Okay. I'm sorry about this," Zack offered, afraid he was in trouble.

"No, no, Zack. I was getting the mail and your parents are on their way over here! Get in the pool and I'll cover for you," Ralph instructed.

"Oh, shit! I didn't realize how late it was." Now frantic, Zack scrambled to locate his suit and hurriedly put it on.

"Yes. You two have been at it all afternoon." As Ralph turned to head back inside, he glanced at his wife, who was casually slipping her bikini back on, and the two smiled at each other.

Zack rushed to the nearest edge of the pool and jumped in while Dominique slowly walked down the steps into the water as she was putting her top back on. She stooped until she was neck deep, then headed back up the steps, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself. She returned to her lounger.

Zack was relieved. He had worried how his parents might react if they saw Dominique in her skimpy bikini.

Not a moment too soon, Ralph escorted Joel and Louise out to the patio.

"Look who's here," Ralph called out.

From the pool, Zack looked over. "Mom, dad. Wow! Is it that late?"

"Yes," Louise answered. "Time to come home for dinner."

"Have you been here all day?" Joel asked.

"No. He came over at lunch time to do the weed-eating, so we invited him to eat," Ralph explained. "Then he did the yard work and we offered him to cool off in the pool."

"It's wonderful having Zack next door," Dominique added, joining the adults. "He's been a huge help. And there's more to do if you're interested, Zack," she said as he stepped up.

"Sure."

"We're happy that he can be of help instead of playing video games and watching TV all day," Joel said.

"Well, if you can keep him busy, that would be great," Louise said. "Joel and I unexpectedly have to go out of town on business in two days. We should be back the following day."

"Zack is more than welcome to stay with us," Dominique offered.

"Oh, no. I wasn't asking for him to stay with you. He can stay at home. He's capable of taking care of himself and preparing his own meals."

"Nonsense. If he wants to stay with us, he is more than welcome. But I insist on cooking for him."

"She cooks for her and me," Ralph chimed in, "and she always cooks more than the two of us can eat. And we would enjoy the company. We don't get to have guests very often."

"Thank you," Louise said. "You're too kind."

"Oh, by the way, Zack." Joel said. "Tomorrow and the next day the construction company's warranty crew are coming out to take care of some things, so you'll need to be home for that."

With a grimace, Zack said, "Sure."

"Always something with a new home," Ralph commented as he led them back through the house, Louise and Joel following, Dominique behind them, and Zack bringing up the rear. As they walked, Dominique reached behind her and rubbed Zack's cock. Not expecting that, he did a double step, but no one ahead saw.

After goodbyes, as they returned home, Louise observed, "Looks like you've made some new friends."

"Yeah. They're nice people," Zack said.

"And Dominique seems to have taken a liking to you," Joel noted, his tone hinting at more.

"Mr. Carter said she occasionally likes to be with younger people."

"What did she fix for lunch?" Joel asked.

"A sandwich called crock monsieur."

"Croque monsieur?" Louise corrected.

"Yeah. It was very good."

"I didn't mean for this to get so complicated," Louise said. "You're welcome to come with us, but you'll just be sitting around a hotel room."

"Nah. I don't mind helping them. Like I said, they're really nice people and Mr. Carter is funny."

"Well, at least you'll be well fed. And it's up to you if you want to stay with them."

Zack shrugged. "Not sure there's a reason to do that."

"She might serve you breakfast in bed," Joel suggested with a smirk as his wife backhanded him on his arm.

But that planted a vision of Dominique doing just that in a sexy negligee, and suddenly, the idea wasn't so farfetched.

* * *

The next morning, Ralph glanced toward the neighbor's house to see if Zack would rush to his assistance with the garbage can. He did not, and the old man was somewhat surprised. Fortunately, it was not particularly full, and he could mostly manage it.

What did surprise him, and nearly startle him, was the appearance of a nice-looking teenage girl from the other direction.

"Hello, sir. May I help you?"

"Oh, thank you," Ralph said, having a déjà vu moment.

The young blonde easily rolled the can the rest of the way to the curb. "I'm Emily," she said stepping back to Ralph with her hand extended.

"Hello, Emily. I'm Ralph Carter. Did you just move in?"

"Yes, sir, just yesterday."

"Welcome to the neighborhood. Would you like to come in and meet my wife?"

"Sure."

Emily followed Ralph through the open garage and into the kitchen where they found Dominique putting away breakfast dishes. As usual, she was clad only in a short kimono robe loosely tied, nothing underneath, but nothing showing.

"Dear, we have a visitor," Ralph announced.

Dominique's heart beat a little faster as she'd turned hoping to see Zack. She did her best to contain her surprise at the beautiful young lady, dressed in short shorts that revealed nice legs and a tank top that showed breasts that likely turned the heads of boys.

"This is Emily. Emily, my wife, Dominique."

The girl's eyes went wide upon seeing Dominique. "You're beautiful!" the girl noted, unable to contain her amazement.

"As are you," Dominique said honestly, returning the compliment. "And thank you. Just moved in next door, did you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Oh, no," Dominique said with a chuckle. "Please do not ma'am me."

"Oops. Sorry."

"You may simply call me by my name. Dominique."

"Okay, Dominique. Thank you."

"We were just about to have our second cup of coffee. Would you care to join us?"

"That would be nice. Thank you."

Once they were seated at the breakfast table, Dominique said, "I know it's not proper to ask a young lady her age, but--"

"Just turned nineteen. I don't have hang ups about age. Your accent. You're French."

"Oui."

Emily chuckled. "Nous venons d'emménager ici de Paris." We just moved here from Paris.

"Oh, mon Dieu. Depuis combien de temps vis-tu ici?" How long did you live there?

"One year. I got to take a year off of school because of some difference in the school systems, which is why I will only be a senior in high school next year."

"I see. Your French is very good. Are you fluent?"

"Not really. I learned some, but we knew we would probably only be there a year. My dad was working on a special project."

"For the government?" Ralph asked.

"No some legal case. My dad's a lawyer."

"Ah. The neighbors on our other side are also lawyers," Ralph added, rising. "And I'm going to leave you two ladies to chat."

"He seems to be very nice," Emily observed.

"Yes, he is. Do you have siblings?"

"Nope. Only child. One reason my dad took the case in France."

"Did you like it there?"

"It was okay. I enjoyed traveling through the country, which was beautiful. And the food was wonderful. Do you cook many French dishes?"

"I do. We would be happy to have you for dinner sometime."

"I'd like that. My parents are always working."

"What does your mother do?"

"She's a CPA. She took a year off to go to France. But now that she's back home, she seems busier than ever."

"So, you are home alone all day."

"Yes. And bored to death."

"I usually lie out by the pool in the afternoons. You are welcome to join me."

"That would be nice."

"Wonderful. Come back after lunch."

* * *

So, she did. She wore a swimsuit cover-up, and when she removed it on the patio, her string bikini rivaled anything Dominique could wear. And that was not to mention the body to go along with it.

Without thinking about the perception, Dominique reached out and ran the back of her palm from Emily's collar bone down to the part of her breast that was exposed. "You have nice breasts."

Emily's eyes followed Dominique's hand. The young girl smiled. "Thanks. I hope I still look as good when I'm your age, whatever that is."

"Thirty-three. Like you, I have no hang ups about age."

"Obviously," Emily said unabashedly. "You married a much older man."

"I did."

"It seems to have worked for you."

"It has. He's a good man and a wonderful husband. A real gentleman."

"Hope I find someone like that someday. If I'm not getting too personal, do the two of you still have sex?"

Dominique smirked. "I don't mind. No, we do not. And now, you're wondering what I do."

Emily smiled, somewhat embarrassed, and shrugged. "You touched my breast. Do you... do... girls?"

Dominique smirked, anticipating the question. She bobbed her head from side to side. "I have. Not with any regularity. Do you?"

Emily grinned. "I have. Not with any regularity."

There was an awkward pause.

"I'd do you," Emily admitted.

"You hardly know me," Dominique challenged.

"I've learned from my parents to read and judge people. You're an easy person to like. But I do like boys, too."

"As do I."

"I also hope I meet a nice boy at my new high school."

"A nice boy?"

"Yes. One... can we speak frankly?"

"Of course."

"I want to find a boy with a big dick who knows how to use it. But also, one who wants me for who I am, not just because of how I look."

"I understand completely. I have faced that situation, as well." Having lived all over the world, Dominique had met many people with all kinds of takes on life, so she was rarely surprised by what she heard. She suspected that this young girl expected her to be surprised, but of course, she was not. "And what would you want to do with this boy?"

She grinned. "I'd want to see if he really knew how to use it. It's been some time for me."

"Has it." Not surprised, Dominique didn't phrase it as a question.

"How about you?"

"Are you always this presumptuous with people you just met?" Dominique had to ask.

"I liked you from the moment we met," Emily told her. "And I haven't had any female friends, either, for a while. Sorry if I'm too forward."

Dominique smiled. "Not at all. I like it. It's refreshing to talk to someone who does not--what is the term?--beat around the bush. So, I will answer your question. My husband knows what he can no longer do, so he has been gracious enough to agree to other solutions."

Emily laughed. "Well, that was a tactful way of saying he lets you fuck around."

"I do not... fuck... around. We are very selective."

"I've heard of such situations in which a younger woman marries an older man, and he lets her have sex with others. I've also heard that the older man sometimes likes to watch. Does Mr. Carter like to watch?"

"Now you are being extremely quizzical." Dominique considered for a moment whether to answer. Finally, she said, "He does occasionally."

"That is so cool."

"You think so?"

"It's cool that you have a husband, regardless of age, who is so considerate."

"Yes, and it took some time to find him."

"Have you ever wanted to leave him to be with one of the younger people you've been with?"

"My, but you are full of questions."

"Just naturally inquisitive. I want to become a journalist. And I've never been able to have this kind of conversation with another woman."

"I have not. I love Ralphie and will be with him forever. Now, shall we enjoy the sun and pool?"

"Yes."

"Oh, and I didn't mention, but I like to lie out in the nude. I hope that doesn't bother you."

Emily's face formed a huge smile. "Not at all. I'd love to see you nude."

Dominique merely grinned as she stripped down. "You may do the same if it suits you."

"I think I will." As Emily undressed while watching the older woman, she said, "Yes, I sure would want to do you."

Stretching out on her lounger, Dominique said, "Perhaps there will be a time to indulge in that."

Emily continued to watch Dominique as the older woman laid next to her with eyes closed. The teen had never known nor been with another female so incredibly gorgeous, and it made the young blonde horny. Staring at Dominique's beautiful boobs, Emily couldn't help but casually slide her hand between her legs and stroke her pussy. She hadn't been exaggerating when she'd said it had been some time for her, but it also had been some time since she'd had a really good orgasm from masturbating. She now felt a good one building, and she tried to be as quiet as possible, but a terrific climax was difficult to silence. And it was a wonderful one. Her eyes went wide when she saw Dominique look over at her.

The two women regarded one another in silence for a few seconds.

"Was it a good one?" Dominique asked.

"Yes."

"What brought that on?"

Emily shrugged in embarrassment. "I was just lying here watching your gorgeous body and--"

"Wishing we were--"

With a grimace, Emily didn't let her finish. "Something like that."

Dominique couldn't help but start laughing. "Well, that's interesting."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I was actually having a similar dream."

Now, Emily giggled. "I really like you, Dominique. I hope we can be friends."

"I would like that also."

"Well, I better get home and start dinner for my parents. If you guys need things done around the house, I'd be happy to help."

"Really? We already have someone to do yard work, but I can always use help inside. I'd be happy to pay you if you want to come back in the morning."

"Be happy to."

Both women stood. Emily stepped over to Dominique and hugged her. Dominique hugged back. Both felt a charge as their naked bodies pressed together. Feeling awkward, Emily quickly moved back, dressed, and left.

Having had to watch the warranty workers downstairs all day, by the time Zack made it back up to his room, he was only able to see a naked Dominique disappear under the patio roof. He swore silently to himself.

* * *

Emily showed up bright and early the next morning wearing another tank top and cut-off jeans that barely covered her ass cheeks. She clearly had her bikini on underneath. It amused Dominique--of course, she was guilty of it also--that women like she and Emily made statements about men only noticing their tits and asses, but they both still dressed to show off those body parts. Dominique's attire was similar: short shorts--not cut-offs--and a low-cut top, but one with sleeves. The two females regarded one another and smiled.

The teen was very helpful in assisting the French woman with the cleaning chores finishing all that needed to be done by late morning. Both continually stole glances at each other admiring their bodies.

"Will you join us for lunch?" Dominique asked.

"Sure. What are you fixing?"

"Have you a request?"

"Do you know how to make Croque Monsieur?" Emily asked.

"Yes. I make it frequently. It is one of Ralphie's favorites. Would you like that?"

"Yes," Emily answered eagerly. "Would you teach me to make it?"