The last line got me hard as missile as I started thrusting.

Neighbor sex! It’s the best and lots of fun for more reasons than you might think.

My story goes back to late spring semester. I knew most of the people in my building but for some reason had never met the three girls on the top floor. The one that caught my eye was a sporty soccer player who was cute and single. We didn’t meet until one tuesday...yes tuesday night, drinking outside. She didn’t hide her interest in me either.

Walking into my building her friends stopped me and wondered if I wanted to drink. The weather was nice and the girls were pretty so what the hell, lets party!

This adorable brunette said “Hey” first and told me her name was Callie. We talked a lot about the sorority she was in, her soccer playing and her Mexican heritage which, if it weren’t for her last name, I would never have guessed.

Off and on over the next few nights we would chill outside on the hill next to the property or play drinking games in our apartments. Apparently Callie had seen me a couple times coming and going from my apartment before we met. Every time we would hang out since then she got a little more excited to see me, running up and hugging me with her legs wrapped around my waist was a pleasant way to come home.

So one evening we were all partying at our friends place who are male cheerleaders. Laugh all you want, these dudes could snap you in half. It was there I heard Callie's voice and saw her run up to me. She kissed me on the cheek and took me by the hand. Instead I took her outside to the keg by the side of the house. I planned on getting her alone and working my game until I realized she actually needed a bathroom badly. Looking around in desperation and without missing a beat she walked five feet, squatted down and began to pee behind a bush.

I felt embarrassed since she was only taking me upstairs to pee, that idiotic feeling crept in and I thought I blew my chances with her. She pulled her shorts back up and once again took me by the hand. Expecting to have her give me a strange look and ask why I dragged her outside she surprised me when she went right in and kissed me on the lips.

She looked up and smiled, and then I returned the kiss with an even better one. The rest of the night we played corn hole in the front yard and kept giving each other signs. When it came time to walk back she seemed anxious and relaxed, like she didn’t know what was going to happen next.

This was when we got mischievous and decided to sneak out of the party without our friends noticing. Any guy knows a girl without her friends is a quarterback without an offensive line, just waiting to be sacked.

We swung our legs over and left from a first floor window seal and cut across backyards to our apartment complex. We were creeping under fences and through wooded areas. She got turned on by the fact of getting caught and upped the ante a little. She would slip her shirt or booty shorts off in dark areas, teasing me as we kept walking. Once we were back in the lighted area in front of our place we dashed to my door like it was a race.

Back in my apartment I tried to turn the lights on in my room but she stopped me instead. From the faint light coming through the window I could make out her silhouette as she stripped in front of me.

All nude, we jumped in bed and started making out. It’s weird how we both knew exactly what the other wanted. Neither of us was able to keep our hands off each other, rubbing all over each others body. We giggled that our friends probably didn’t know where we were or what we were doing. Wondering what they would think if they knew she looked at me and said it would be our little secret, then proceeded to grab my junk and said “or maybe not so little”.

The last line got me hard as missile as I started thrusting.

She looked up at me with those big brown eyes of hers like she couldn’t believe this was happening and to be honest I couldn’t believe it was either. After 15 minutes she started breathing heavier as if the shock wore off and she started getting very wet. She pulled me close to her whispering in my ear that I was doing great, she sounded almost scared that she was so close to orgasm. I switch up to a spooning position and fingered her until she climaxed. She did a little dirty talking which sounded super hot but besides uttering a few “slut, sexy bitch” lines I pretty much left the dirty talk to her.

The next morning we didn’t move a muscle, we just talked about last night. Then, without interrupting the other from talking we started having sex again, this time face to face on our side. I thought it was incredibly sexy the way were we both speaking under our deep breathes.

When it was finally over I was surprised we didn’t try to cover up, she didn’t have any problem with walking around my room completely naked. We left our clothes on the floor, put Wall-E up on the flat screen and cozied up with a blanket on my couch. My friends can make fun of me all day for snuggling; I just like a little skin next to mine. Were romantic feelings about to rear there ugly head during our little cuddle session? That’s a different story for a later time.