The Girl Next Door

((Author's Note: And so my branch turns 18 (yes, I know this is chapter 20, but it's the 18th written by me/since I split from the trunk), what better way to celebrate that than with a lewd? Which also makes it a good time to introduce a policy about lewds that I intend to follow: When I do a full chapter lewd, such as the one you're about to read, I intend to mark it as such in a note at the top, along with some 'tags' regarding the content of the scene/chapter. The tag listing probably won't be exhaustive, and I will probably focus mostly on potentially 'controversial' tags if any apply, as the main goal is to make it easy for people who want to avoid certain types of erotic content, or who are reading for the story and don't care for the lewds, to skip content they would not enjoy reading. For this chapter, it'd look like so:

Lewd Chapter: Voyourism, Masturbation))

The window in John’s room was directly facing a window in the house next door. The windows were also quite close. In fact, John could probably have knocked on the other window with a broomstick if he leaned out of his.Why the houses were placed and constructed like that, John had no idea. In truth, it wasn’t really something he had thought about much, until Marisa moved in next door. Marisa had changed that because the window now led to her bedroom, she tended to forget closing the curtains, and she slept in the nude.

That last bit, John had discovered by chance, when him finishing a tough boss fight happened to line up with her heading to bed. That was less than two weeks after she moved in, and a bit more than a year ago. Since then, creeping on her had been a guilty pleasure for John that he indulged in most evenings.

He knew he shouldn’t. He knew it was both morally indefensible and very risky. He had tried to quit this habit three times over the past year. But watching her was just too hot, she was just too hot, for him to resist the temptation for long. Five days of last November, that was his most successful attempt to get ‘clean’.

John quickly turned off his ceiling light, plunging his room into the dim lighting that was all his nightstand lamp could provide, before returning his attention to Marisa’s bedroom. She had just entered, wearing nothing except a pair of towels. One was wrapped around her head and the other around her torso.

The lower hem of the second towel was riding tantalizingly high, sitting on her upper thigh. Previously, this would have been too low to see as the window ‘only’ went as far down as just past her navel. Fortunately, she had gotten a three section, full length mirror just yesterday, and one of those sections happened to be placed and angled so he could see more of her in it.

While John feasted his eyes on the pale skin of her supple thighs and luxuriated in the anticipation of what was yet to come, Marisa struck a few poses, as though she were pretending to be a rock star, and giggled to herself.

Next, she loosened the towel around her head and used it to dry her hair. John took that moment to reluctantly tear his gaze from the beauty before him and glance at his Mana Bar. The mana for a permanent Augment Body was less than two minutes away, good.

Soon, she removed the towel from her hair completely and shook free her golden, shoulder-length locks before bunching up the towel and pitching it into a laundry basket next to the mirror. The movement made the other towel come loose a bit and start slipping, though she quickly caught it and started rubbing one of the now freed corners on her neck, shoulder and arm.

Part of John lamented that the towel hadn’t dropped further already, but if she stuck to habit, she would rub herself down head to toe and he would have a figurative front row seat to it all. No need to rush. The brief ‘maybe’ had sent another surge of blood to his nethers, though, and brought him to enough hardness that even his still modest manhood was straining his pants. So he let it out, and started stroking lightly.

And more did come, as Marisa moved downwards from her arms and shoulders and finally her breasts were completely freed from their cotton confinement. Perky, pale globes about the size of oranges, each was crowned by a pretty, pink nipple that pointed proudly at the mirror that allowed John a full, glorious view.

As Marisa rubbed her breasts dry with the towel, John was treated to the sight of them squished together, then hefted from their natural resting height one by one, squished flat against her torso and finally pushed a bit apart as she dried her cleavage. All in all, she was being delightfully thorough.

Marisa moving on down her stomach made for a calmer phase to the ‘show’. Not that the toned midriff she was gradually exposing wasn’t gorgeous, but the display didn’t feel as intensely erotic as her handling of her breasts had been. For that reason, John slowed down his stroking, which he had semi-consciously quickened a bit while focusing on Marisa’s boobs.

The proverbial heat started rising again shortly, though, when she unwound the last bits of towel from around the enticing flare of her hips and in the process revealed, albeit not at the best viewing angle, her clean shaven nethers.

John’s eyes were soon drawn back upwards, however, as Marisa grabbed the edges of the towel and pulled it back and forth in order to rub it tautly across her back and rear. That, in turn, set her boobs to ripple deliciously, which was a sight John intended to savor in full.

Towards the end of it, as she dried her butt, Marisa bent forwards a good bit. That would effectively have presented her rear to John if the windowsill had sat a bit lower. He would have lamented that significantly more if her doing so didn’t also cause her to more or less present her jiggling tits to the mirror, and by extension to him.

When it came to drying her legs and nethers, Marisa made a very peculiar choice. Instead of bending down to do it, she went into a vertical split and held the lifted leg in place with one hand, while toweling it with the other. John didn’t dwell on the oddity of that method, though, because in addition to showing off a flexibility that was its own kind of sexy, this gave him a view of her pussy that was miles better than anything he had lucked into in the past.

The pristine outer lips were parted by the vertical split, revealing the pink folds within. John even thought he could see the sheen of liquid upon her feminine flower. Undoubtedly, it was water from the shower, but that didn’t stop him from fantasizing that it was an altogether different sort of moisture. A moisture brought forth specifically because of his intense desire to feast his tongue upon her delectable snatch, instead of merely feasting his eyes.

By the time Marisa had repeated the process with her other leg and closed in on toweling her intimacy, John’s shaft was coated in precum and he was rubbing with enough intensity that it would have been uncomfortable without that lubrication. At this point, he remembered that he had ‘saved’ his second Augment Body use for this occasion. Since he had had the mana for it for at least a few minutes now, he cast it without hesitation.

When he had just done the minimum needed to get hard, the spell had brought about a pleasant but ultimately minor sensation. This time, it was an overwhelming, toe-curling pleasure. If he hadn’t been so surprised by the intensity that he stopped stroking himself, it would probably have brought him over the edge in an instant.

In the moments it had taken John to rediscover how to open his eyes, Marisa had apparently finished up and the ‘show’ was now nearing its end. Specifically, she was back to standing on both legs now, and pitched the second towel into the laundry basket as well.

Right after the spell really would have been a great time to finish, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t expected not to need a bit of help from his imagination to cross the finish line. Besides, it turned out that he got a small surprise encore. One of the other segments of Marisa’s new mirror gave him a clear view of her bed. John hadn’t really consciously thought about this, until his still nude neighbor decided to crawl on all fours from the foot of the bed up to the headrest, instead of walking beside it. This gave him a great view of the toned, heart-shaped artwork that was her butt, waving a bit back and forth as she went.

And then, just as John thought the show was well and truly over and he was about to close his eyes and let his fantasies take over, she reached into her nightstand and took out something that made his dick twitch, his hand stop and his eyes go wide in disbelief. In her hand was a purple dildo.

John just barely had the presence of mind to use his clean hand to pinch his arm and not the pre-slickened one. He hadn’t dared hope to get to see what seemed to be the obvious next step: Marisa masturbating. Even just some writhing under her covers would be super sexy, rendered far greater by the knowledge of what was going on than the face value of the sight itself would be. This was even better, though; she turned over to lie on her back on top of the blankets.

With her legs spread open and the dildo laid on her thigh, Marisa fiddled with a small box that was connected to the toy with a wire. Probably controls for a built in vibrator. After a few seconds, she was satisfied with the settings, picked up the toy itself again, and began rubbing the tip against her labia.

In the meantime, John was struggling to keep from giving his dick anything more than a light touch. If that toy went inside her, he didn’t want to have already shot his load by then, so holding off on the stimulation was needed.

While rubbing the vibrating dildo against her mound, she played with her nipple with her free hand. Like with the toy, she kept to milder stimulation, brushing her fingers over it and circling it idly.

It didn’t take long before that was not enough for her, though the wait still felt torturously long to John. With a slight change in angle and pressure, she used the silicone phallus to part her outer lips and rubbed the toy against the folds within. A small upwards jerk of her hips betrayed the exact moment that her clit got the first brush of direct vibrations. In tandem with the increased intensity in her loins, her other hand upped the ante. With every fondle and knead, alluring squish spilled forth between her fingers.

Marisa continued until the dildo was well slickened with her juices and John’s resolve to hold off on proper jerking was in tatters. But just as he was about to give in to temptation and the concern that she might just finish off on clitoral stimulation, his patience was rewarded. Marisa shifted her grip slightly, adjusted the angle and pushed the toy inside. First a shallow prodding, another adjustment of the angle, and then she plunged it in vigorously, hilting it in one go.

Her hips bucked up against the invader and her other hand clawed into her supple breast while John was mesmerized by the erotic sight. Apparently, that had been a bit more intense than she had meant to just yet, because after taking a moment, she pulled the dildo most of the way out and started sliding it in and out more carefully and slower.

At the same time, John started stroking himself properly. Almost purely on instinct, he synchronized the timing of his strokes with that of her thrusts with the toy. Slowly, she increased the speed of her rhythm, and John’s as well. It didn’t take long before he could match the building pace so well, it felt like he was spurring her speed as much as she was spurring his.

After a short while, Marisa had worked herself up to a speed matching the one she first impaled her sex with. John was still matching her pace, and postponing his orgasm without stopping was straining his willpower.

Just when his ability to suppress his impending climax through willpower was beginning to falter, Marisa stopped pumping the dildo in her pussy. Instead, she kept it fully sheathed while she let go of her boob with her other hand. John just barely had time to wonder what was going on before she picked up the control unit with her now free hand and did something to it that made her hips jerk up slightly against it.

Change in settings done, Marisa brought that hand back to her nipple, but instead of the gentle teasing of before, she now treated it more harshly, squeezing, pinching and lightly pulling at it. At the same time, she started moving the pleasure tool inside her again, but instead of long movements taking it from hilted to nearly out and back to hilted, she now opted for pulling it only slightly out before mashing it back in and against the deepest reaches of her pussy.

Matching her movements, John was rubbing just a little bit of his cock near the base. Normally, this was something he might do to postpone his climax when he wanted to see more of the porn he had open, without abandoning stimulation completely. However with the feeling of sexual intimacy that came with doing this in sync with Marisa’s own masturbation, even this kept him marching towards the point of no return, just at a pace that was easier for his will to stall.

He could only resist it for so long, however, but judging by the visibly increasing tension in Marisa’s thighs, she was getting close to her limit too. Each short stroke added to the feeling of building pressure. First in his groin, but soon the feeling of mounting pressure seemed to radiate out and spread through his entire body. For a short moment, John’s perception was entirely consumed by the lust, the anticipation and the pressure.

Then it hit. And it hit both him and Marisa in the same moment, so much so that he wasn’t sure if it was simultaneous by happenstance or if seeing the onset of her climax had shattered his ability to further postpone his own. Regardless, he experienced the longest, messiest and most intense orgasm of his life.

All while enjoying the glorious sight of Marisa with her back arching, her limbs twitching in pleasure, and the vibrating silicone rod pinned in her depths by an arm in the throes of orgasmic seizing. As best John could tell, her sexual crescendo had been every bit as intense as his own.

Once the last tremor of pleasurable aftershock had abated, John was suffused by a feeling of relieved tension and pleasant lethargy. Based on Marisa simply turning off her toy and letting it slip out on its own, while she simply laid there for a few minutes, she was feeling similarly.

Without giving it any real thought, he wiped down the mess on himself with tissues, tried to will any mess he had missed into his inventory just in case, willed his clothes into his inventory as well and more or less flopped onto his bed.

Wanting to avoid the bother of getting the blanket out from underneath him, he tried willing it into his inventory and back out on the other side of him. That turned out to work, and he promptly started drifting off to sleep. His last conscious thought was him noticing that there was something in his notification stack again, but utterly failing to care enough right now to even try to take a look before the sandman took him.