Neighbourly Differences

Emily eagerly pulled her luggage out of her boyfriend Tom’s car, practically skipping through the door of his ground floor apartment. He followed in behind her, lugging more of her belongings. She was finally joining him at uni after two years apart while she finished high school. They began dating in his final year of high school, and had kept the relationship going long distance. Now she was joining him at his university, and he had signed the lease on a new apartment close to the university so they could move in together. This was definitely one of the times that he was glad his dad was happy to bankroll most of his expenses, being easily able to afford it from his very successful law firm he ran with his brother.

Emily dumped her stuff on the ground and headed back out the door, giving Tom a cheeky kiss on the way past, a big grin plastered unabashedly across her face. As she bounced along Tom looked back at her and grinned, her infectious positivity married to her stunning body an irresistible combo. He was still a little in awe that she was dating him, even after more than two years.She was a 5’5” stunner, with brunette hair, large, flirty brown eyes that could switch from cheeky, to serious, to sexy in an instant, and a cute, slightly upturned nose. Her body was perfection, with C cup tits that stood proud and high on her chest, and a butt with the perfect ratio of muscle to padding from her time spent at the gym and running.Tom on the other hand was a average build, stood 5’9”, and had what someone had once described as a “forgettable face.” But he knew she wasn’t dating him for the wrong reasons, with her never asking for any expensive gifts, much preferring to shop at op shops than designer stores. She had actually taken a bit of convincing to agree to get the apartment on his dad’s dime, wanting to try and go it on their own with part time jobs.

That night, after a meal cooked together in their new kitchen, Tom was hoping for a treat in the bedroom. He was not disappointed, with Emily emerging wearing a sexy pyjama set, consisting of a pair of silk shorts that hugged her derriere incredibly, and a singlet top that was thin enough that Tom could make out the bumps of her nipples. She crawled into his arms and hungrily kissed him.

They continued kissing for a while, Tom’s hands exploring her breasts and butt freely. Eventually he tried his luck and slowly brought a hand towards her crotch, but she quickly pushed it away and pulled back from the kiss. Tom cursed himself internally before noticing the cheeky look in Emily’s eyes as she bit her lip. She slowly trailed her hand down his stomach, keeping eye contact the whole time. When she reached his bulging erection she gave it a squeeze, her lips parting in mock astonishment. She then slowly pulled down his pyjama bottoms, freeing his six inch cock to bounce up against his stomach. She continued to pull his pants down until they were about halfway down his thighs, before trailing her hand back up her thigh and onto his stomach, still avoiding contact with his cock. She brought her other hand down and also began trailing it along any exposed skin around his throbbing erection, always just avoiding direct contact with it. Tom was breathing heavy now, staring deep into Emily’s sultry eyes, only having his gaze torn away when one of her hands got especially close to his cock.

Eventually one of Emily’s hands made contact and she quickly grabbed his cock with both hands and began pumping up and down, her tongue poking out of her mouth in concentration. Tom threw his head back in pleasure, a pleasure that he’d only felt once before, a few months ago when he’d visited Emily over the summer holidays. Before long he looked back down at Emily as he involuntarily thrust his hips forward as he came. Emily directed his spurts of cum up onto his belly, watching intently as she milked his cock of every drop. She grinned up at him when she was done, before dropping his shrinking cock and sitting back.

“Thanks babe, that was incredible!” Tom said earnestly. “Do you want me to do you now?” he asked hopefully, sitting forward and rubbing his hands up and down her thighs.

Emily bit her lip pensively. “Not now, maybe some day soon though.”

“That’s ok, whenever you’re ready,” Tom said understandingly, being very aware of Emily’s squeamishness to sex before marriage from her Christian upbringing. He honestly thought himself lucky to be able to do as much as he did with a girl as gorgeous as her. He leaned in and gave her a tender kiss on the lips before getting up to clean himself off in the bathroom. He returned to bed, wrapped Emily in his arms and they both drifted off to a contented sleep.

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The apartment complex was situated in an existing suburb, built mostly in the 50s and 60s. There was a mix of families, uni students, and retirees living there, with several new, higher density developments like the one Emily and Tom now lived in having popped up recently to meet demand from students for accommodation near the university. Emily left for her run the next morning, wearing her usual outfit of yoga pants and a baggy shirt over a modest sports bra. The shirt was long enough to cover her butt in the tights. As she passed the house next door to the apartment complex she saw a retiree sitting on an old couch on the porch, looking out at the road. She gave him a polite nod and continued on her run. As she returned half an hour later, covered in sweat she saw him there again. As she passed by she heard him yell out after her.

“Hey there, hot stuff! You look cute, but you should show some more skin!” Emily rolled her eyes and tried to ignore him. She didn’t mind occasionally catching someone giving her an appreciative look, but getting catcalled always set her on edge. At least the old man seemed pretty harmless, he looked like he’d struggle to pull himself out of his chair at his age, with a decent bulge to his gut.

Emily entered the apartment to the smell of bacon cooking and coffee brewing as Tom bustled around the kitchen. After a quick shower she sat down at the kitchen table as Tom handed her a plate of bacon and eggs, and a coffee.

“Thanks babe, you’re the best!” she said appreciatively.

After breakfast, Emily did the washing up, before heading off to the first of her orientation week activities. The rest of the week continued on in a similar fashion, with Emily either going for a run or walking to the nearby gym in the morning, and then taking part in various orientation events. Tom joined her for some of the more social stuff, though they usually left the parties once they got too wild. Tom also invited some of his friends around for dinner and board games so Emily could meet the ones she hadn’t met previously. The old man next door never failed to say something crude to Emily after every run or trip to the gym. He never went any further though, so she continued to ignore him.

As Tom and Emily were returning from a social event on Thursday they ran into one of the other tenants. She was an attractive blonde, wearing fashionable, high-waisted cream pants that hung loose around her lower legs, and a tight black top. She gave them a warm greeting, introducing herself as Asha, and soon the three of them were chatting away about the apartment block and its surroundings, as well as their education and careers. Asha told them she had just finished uni and was working as a graphic designer close to the city centre.

“So, have you run into old Bill yet?” Asha asked Emily with a conspiratorial smile. Seeing Emily’s confused look, she gestured in the direction of the old man’s house who Emily had been receiving the catcalls from. “He’s the one who lives next door to us over there, he’s always on the porch, and usually makes himself hard to miss for any young women.”

Emily blushed. “Oh yes, I have had the, uh, pleasure of meeting him.”

“So do you think it’s true?”

“Think what’s true?” Emily asked, confused yet again.

“You know, his boasts about how big his dick is.”

“Oh, um, he hasn’t said anything about it to me.”

“Huh, he says it to all the pretty girls, and you seem like his type. He seems to think that it will make them instantly want to fuck him,” Asha said with an eyeroll.

“Huh, well he does always tell me to show some more skin, maybe I need to do that first to start getting told about his dick!” Emily laughed nervously, a little uncomfortable at the turn the conversation had taken. The other two laughed along and graciously changed the topic back to less risqué topics.