New Neighbor (close for 36b7)

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"Hey look, someone finally moved into that house" Adam pointed at the old bungalow across the street. He is mowing the garden when his wife Lisa appears from the kitchen with some drinks.

They saw a middle age couple giving instructions to the mover, directing them where to place the furniture's

"Liz, why not we invite them over for dinner tonight? They must be busy sorting out their stuffs and probably has no time to prepare dinner. Let's make friends with them." Adam suggested.

They walk across the street and approach the lady dressed in red. " Hi, my name is Adam and this my wife Liza." Adam pointed across the street. "We leaves there, your neighbor. My wife would like to invite you, your family over for dinner tonight. We know how stressful moving houses and no time to prepare dinner.
 
The knock on the door was unwelcome in the middle of my unpacking. Mom and dad were helping me move into my new house and there was just so much to do, not least with discovering things that belonged to my ex.
The divorce had been messy and the last thing I wanted was any reminders of him.

I opened the door.
"Yes?"

The couple standing in front of me looked surprised at my tone and I hurriedly apologised.
"I'm so sorry, I'm ... we're kinda busy unpacking and I wasn't expecting anyone."
I glanced over my shoulder into the house.
"My mom and dad are helping me unpack but they have to be home later so...?"

I held my hand out. They looked nice, friendly.
"I'm Nancy and yes, dinner would be lovely although it will be just me as my folks have to head off home soon." I waved my hand at the packing cases in the hall way. "Somewhere in there is all the kitchen stuff and even if I could find it I've nothing to cook. I was going to call for a pizza."
We stood there for a moment just looking at each other.

"Well, what time would you like me over and I'm afraid I'll have to come like this, everything else is packed."
 
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Adam glance at his wife and reply with a most generous smile. "Don't worry about dress code or anything at all, Liz is a great cook and you can come anytime after unloading your stuffs.".

Liz turn and makes her way home "I better start cooking." She said."oh yes, are you living alone here?"
 
I smiled at her question.
“Yes, it’ll be just me. I never knew I had so much stuff.” I said, gesturing again at the boxes in the hallway. It’s going to take a long while to unpack and find homes for everything and thanks for being so kind. I’ll be over at six if that’s ok.”

I turned back into my new house, fingering the mark on my ring finger where my wedding band had been. It had been such a mix of emotions getting divorced: relief that I wouldn’t have to live in a destructive relationship any longer but fear of being on my own again, then the excitement of having my life back and being in control so now with the invitation from Adam and Liz I wouldn’t be totally on my own.

I took a shower, fixed my hair and makeup and looked at myself in the mirror.

‘Not bad for a 34 year old newly divorced woman’ I smiled, half turning and giving my bust a lift. That’s one of the advantages of never having children, my body is in good shape and ready to go when I find a new partner.
But that can wait, tonight is getting to know my new neighbours and finding out about my new community.
Five minutes I was knocking on Adam and Liz’s front door.
 
Adam came to the door " Hey Nancy, you are right on time." He peaks at his watch and continue " Liz is still in the kitchen preparing some drinks. Come in, make yourself at home."
He show her to the dining table, full of delicious food.

As soon as they seated, Liz appear with a bottle of wine. She is giggling "I'd change my mind, I believe wine is better then fruit punch. Any objection?" She sits next to Adam and proudly announced. " All this is cooked by chef Adam. I hope you'll love it. He is a retired chef and I married him because of this lovely food he fed me" She laughs.
 
Both Adam and Liz were very effusive, almost too much but I put it down to them being friendly and wanting to impress me.
After all the unpacking I was certainly ready for a glass of wine or two and the food looked and smelt delicious which reminded me that apart from a cup of coffee I'd had nothing at all since breakfast with my parents.
I raised my glass to both of them and took a slug.

"So Adam, why did you give up being a chef. You obviously have a talent for it but I don't suppose you mind, do you Liz. Such a relief to have someone do all the cooking!"
 
Nancy raised her glass to Adam and Liz and they drank happily, quickly emptying the bottle of wine. The food too are wiped clean from the table. Adam brought another bottle of wine and they drank on.

"I am working for the Sheraton group as an advisor, spending most of my time in making new recipe. My hours are flexible a I am semi retired. We spend most of our free time at the gym, club and holidays" Adam explained

Adam is getting so drunk that he dose off at the table. Liz asked Nancy to put up a night with her, since it is getting late. "You can come and sleep in our room with me, he is so drunk and I think we can leave him here tonight." Liz giggles and lead the way to their matter bed room
 
Well, that's unexpected and I'm not sure what's going on. I mean you don't ask a new neighbour round for supper and then get blind drunk and the other thing is, Liz doesn't seem the least concerned and not at all embarrassed but if her husband has a drink problem then perhaps it's her way of coping.
And then, out of the blue she's asked if I'll share her bed with her and I don't know what to make of that but it could be that her husband is violent when he's drunk and perhaps she wants me to stay for moral and possibly physical support.

I have no night clothes with me as I was just expecting to stay for dinner but then I've barely unpacked and if I went home I'd be sleeping on the bare mattress with just a duvet so in a way her invitation is welcome.

Liz is determined as she grabs my hand and almost drags me up the stairs to their bedroom and I stand in the doorway with my mouth open. I've never seen such a huge bed, big enough for four people at least and my mind starts to spin.
Is she hoping to seduce me?
I'm not averse to sleeping with a woman. Like most I've had my fair share of fun that way but like this? Well I guess I'll just have to see how it goes.

"Liz, this is so kind of you but you'll have to lend me a nightie or some PJs and your husband, are you sure he'll be ok downstairs? He's very drunk, he could choke on his vomit."
 
Liz switches on the picture lights and the room instantly turns into such a romantic mood. She is much younger then Adam and still looks attractive at the age of forty.

"Liz, this is so kind of you but you'll have to lend me a nightie or some PJs and your husband, are you sure he'll be ok downstairs? He's very drunk, he could choke on his vomit." Nancy looks uncertain but accepted the invitation, thanks to the effect of the wine and exotic food.

Liz giggles as usual and she place her arms around Nancy's waist, leading her guest to the big wardrobe. "Here you can choose any nightie you want and don't worry a thing, Adam will find his was to the sofa and sleep like a baby."

She strips off her clothes, completely naked before Nancy and slips into a semi transparent nightie. " Do I still look good?" She lift her breast proudly and giggles.
 
I know we've all had a lot to drink but Liz is completely uninhibited, stripping naked in front of me and standing for a moment before she slips on an almost transparent nightie.
I can see everything of her, her butt, her breasts and she lifts one of them, her nipple standing proud.

"Do I still look good?"
She knows she does so whether she's showing off or looking for a compliment I just smile and find an oversize T shirt in her closet, undressing with my back to her and then pulling the T over my head.
From the way she's behaving I'm guessing that she wouldn't be at all concerned if her husband managed to drag himself up the stairs and find us both like this and it's been a long, long time since I've had a cuddle so sleeping together is ok but I don't know if I want to have sex with her.
I need to sort out my life before I get into another relationship but maybe Liz and Adam don't do relationships, just sex.
I don't know.
I turn to face her.

"And how do I look?"
 
Liz lay on the bed watching Nancy undress and slips into a long white t-shirt that covers to her knee. " You are beautiful" she answered Nancy's question with compliment. "I doubt your ex husband can find a prettier girl. You had such fair and smooth skin, so huggable." Liz laugh naughtily.
She pulls at Nancy's hand, making her lay beside. The food and wine had great effect to Liza, she cuddles the younger girl and complimenting her beauty. She runs her fingers gently over Nancy's smooth skin, caressing her shoulder "what takes you to a divorce? Is he seeing someone?
 
For a moment I wondered if I should resist as Liz pulled me onto the bed beside her but she was being kind and friendly, so different to my husband.

"What takes you to a divorce? Was he seeing someone?"

Liz ran the backs of her fingers over my cheek, the kind of thing that my mother used to do when she was comforting me and so it was easy to relax and open up to Liz.

"No, he wasn't seeing anyone, at least not that I knew of. He was abusive and controlling and it got to the stage where I thought I might just end everything, y'know? My parents knew there was something wrong so while he was away on a business trip they arranged for me to see a counsellor and well, he got me to admit to myself what I'd known all along and that was the start of a long and frightening divorce but here I am now, with my own house, my own life and some very kind people as my new neighbours. So thank you."
I kissed Liz on her cheek.
"You've been so kind to me."

There was a noise from downstairs.
"Is that your husband? Shouldn't you take a look to see if he's ok?"
 
Nancy begin to speak up, talking about her abusive husband and it certainly hurts seeing her eyes are getting reddish. She is reacting to Liz tender touch and spontaneously giving her a kiss. Was it the elect of the matcha? Passion fruits that they eaten earlier? Well that doesn't matter.

Liz confidently lowered her hand and brushes against Nancy's breast.. She did not resist but instead diverting her attention to the noise downstairs. ""Is that your husband? Shouldn't you take a look to see if he's ok?"

Liz murmur calmly "don't worry a thing dear, he will be fine. He probably is snoring on the couch now." She outlined Nancy's curves and gently rubs at her nipple. "Ooh dear, how I wish mine is as big as yours" she giggles. " Mine has started to sag. mmmm ... I can see it is getting hard." She smiles and wink at the younger woman.
 
I flinch as Liz brushes her hand across my breast and rubs my nipple.
I can't help it.
In my life with my husband this had always been a precursor for him assaulting me sexually and that started on our honeymoon, as if by signing the register he had taken ownership of me.

He made it very clear that he was running the marriage and that I would do what I was told, even when and how we had sex. Yes I was eager as I suppose all new brides are and perhaps I was innocent but when he raped me anally on our second night together I knew I was in trouble but he apologised so profusely for hurting me, crying like a child in my arms, promising never to hurt me again and I believed him, wanted to believe him.
But that was the start of being abused, raped and beaten but I didn't want to tell anyone, especially my parents what was happening, that my marriage was a failure and to protect myself from being physically beaten I complied.
He could switch from being a controlling, abusive adult to being like a child in my arms just like that and I never knew which he was going to be.

So now, with Liz making overtly sexual advances to me I revert to that same behaviour, afraid of losing her new-found friendship, afraid of failing again in a relationship and I submit, just as I did with my husband, making the right noises, saying the right things because it's easier and less frightening than confronting her and saying no.

"Mm, that's nice."
 
"nice? Just nice? I think it is fun because we woman knows what we want and how to enjoy it." She takes Nancy's hand and guide it to her breast. " I am sure you had more to say then just nice"

Liz fingers are playing with Nancy's nipple and she is rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. " mmmm..... Can I see your lovely breast?" She whispered into Nancy's ear. Without hesitation, she kissed Nancy's cheek and nibble her ears playfully.
 
This was going much faster than I had expected, faster and further and I didn't know how to handle the situation. I was sure that Liz wouldn't force herself on me and I was certain she wouldn't hit me but I just couldn't say no.
Of course I could just get up and leave but she was so kind inviting me over and I'm a sucker for kindness, having had so little of it in my marriage and I don't want to offend her.

I know that this is my learned behaviour, conditioned by the way my husband treated me. My counsellor helped me to understand this but it's one thing knowing it and another going against it so I comply and submit and lift the T so that Liz can see my breasts, trying desperately to think of the right thing to say, something that will please her in just the same way that I had to find the right words to please my husband.

"Do you like my breasts?"
 
Nancy lift her T-shirt and exposed her lovely breast to Liza.. "Do you like my breast?" she ask shyly like an innocent little girl.

"Yes, yes ... Very lovely." Liz place her hand on the bare skin and squeeze it gently. Without warning, she leans forward and lick it . Circling her tongue around the nipple, making it wet.

When Nancy did not resist, she boldly ask "please, would you pleasure me too?"
 
I just don't know what to do.
My conditioning is telling me to comply with Liz and yet a part of me is angry because I'm letting her do this to me, using me.
My counsellor told me I'd be conflicted like this and that I had to leave whatever it was that was making this happen.
But when she leans in and licks my nipple I automatically open my legs in expectation of being penetrated.

I can't help myself. It's a Pavlovian reaction and this is how it was with my husband.

He used me for his own perverted pleasure, squeezing my breasts, sucking at my nipples and then fucking me.
It wasn't foreplay; in no sense was he trying to excite me, it was purely for his own pleasure and when he'd finished he'd either turn over and go to sleep or, if this happened in the lounge on the sofa as it often did, or some other place, he'd leave and shower without a thought for me.
I'd be left with his semen leaking from me, discarded like a wet rag and knowing that before too long he'd be back for more.

So when Liz asks "Please, would you pleasure me too?" she doesn't understand that she's not pleasuring me. I'm submitting to her while she uses me and I don't know how to pleasure her.
I became a passive recipient of my husband's advances and that's how I am now with Liz.

"I'm sorry Liz, I don't know how to do that."
 
"you don't know?" Liz shows a very curious look. "Poor girl, you should enjoy receiving touches and freely return what you get as a gratitude. Close your eyes, pay attention to my hands on your skin. Keep relax and let the pleasure leads you. There is nothing wrong enjoying it."

Liz carefully trace her fingers, moving in circle around Nancy's garden this. Her other hand crawling downwards, rubbing her chest, stomach and thigh. Her finger nails are playing on Nancy's thigh, inner thigh....
Very slowly, her fingers are crawling up between Nancy's legs. She took her time, knowing that Nancy needed to be convince first and she avoid touching her pussy
 
I lie there, frozen with fear as Liz's fingers move between my legs.

I know that Liz is being kind, at least I think that's why she's doing this but on the other hand, she might be doing this for her own gratification and I can imagine tomorrow's conversation between her and Adam.

"Well, it took a long time. She was like a frightened bird but in the end I managed to get her to respond ."

But I don't want to respond, don't want her to think that I want this. I was grateful for their invitation for dinner and to stay over but then, when her husband got drunk and she suggested that we sleep together, then it got out of hand and now it feels just the same as it did with my husband, the feeling that I'm being used, that I must obey so that Liz can have her way with me.

Right now all I want is to be on my own and have time to heal and what I need is kindness and empathy, not someone groping me to satisfy their own sexual needs but I don't know how to say no, don't know how to say stop, believing that if I do I'll be punished or hit.
 
Liz can sense the fear in Nancy. She was shaking when Liza play with her but nevertheless, she is treating like any other woman too. Her body is arching forward to meet Liz intruding fingers. Her legs had parted wider though the fingers had never reached inside her pussy. Liz is teasing Nancy, running her fingers gently across Nancy's folded skin. It is all wet now, when her pussy juice is leaking out.

That won't be long now. Liz was thinking to herself. She has to take action or Nancy will not make the first move. She took Nancy's hand and direct it under her nightie. She was not wearing panties and the fingers easily slipped straight up her wet pussy. Liz moan aloud and hola Nancy's hand between her legs. "Please.... please do not stop." She placed.
 
"Please.... please do not stop."
I've never had that before, never in my whole sexual experience where the person I've been with has asked me to do something for them or, in this case, to carry on what I'm doing.

My husband never said anything like this. He only told me what to do: 'lie on your back' or 'on your knees' or 'suck me'.
'Lie on your back' meant he was going to fuck me until he came, 'on your knees' meant he was going to fuck me doggy style or anally - usually anally, again until he came and 'suck me' meant just that until he came in my mouth.
And when he'd finished he'd just walk away or turn over and go to sleep, leaving me glad it was over, his semen leaking from me or in my mouth as a reminder of his abuse.
I never swallowed.
It was the only way I had of rejecting him and I'd spit his semen into a tissue as soon as I could.

But so far, this with Liz doesn't feel like abuse but I'm so frightened that if I go along with her or worse, if I say no, something will change or her husband will come into the room and it'll be just like it was with my husband and I know I can't cope with that but of the two options, going along with her seems the less dangerous because apparently she's enjoying what's happening between us and when she pushed my fingers into herself she was wet with arousal and that could only mean that she wanted what we were doing.

"Please.... please do not stop."
I steeled myself and tentatively moved my fingers, feeling her move as I did and she moaned, holding my fingers inside her and moving against them.
I was so frightened.

"Is that what you want, is that ok?"

I just didn't want to be hurt again.
 
Nancy hold back for a moment and she decided to play along. She allowed Liz to guide her fingers and slide them into Liz warm wet pussy. She was gentle but it is good. Liz moans aloud,

"Is that what you want, is that ok?" Nancy whispers shyly. " Yes, yes....yes.... Give me more. Fuck my pussy. " Liza shoves her fingers at Nancy too, returning her favor. "I love it as much as you do, babe.... You are all wet and that pussy is leaking like a pipe." Liz giggles naughtily. " Tell me how you feel. I want to hear how you enjoy it."
 
"Yes, yes....yes.... Give me more. Fuck my pussy."
This is so new, so different, so exciting and yet so frightening, all at the same time.

"I love it as much as you do, babe.... You are all wet and that pussy is leaking like a pipe."
And she's right, my pussy is wetter than I can ever remember but do I love it? Can I love it? I'm so frightened that if I submit, not only to Liz, but also to myself I'll be punished because sexual pleasure is something that I've learned is not something for me to enjoy, it's for the other person.

"Tell me how you feel. I want to hear how you enjoy it."
"Oh Liz, I don't know, yes it does feel good, but I"m so frightened. I'm not supposed to enjoy myself like this but yes, it does feel good. It feels wonderful"
And I gasp involuntarily as her fingers touch somewhere inside me that makes the whole of my body light up.
 
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Liz gentle fingers slowly opening up and steering the desire in Nancy. "Oh Liz, I don't know, yes it does feel good, but I"m so frightened. I'm not supposed to enjoy myself like this but yes, it does feel good. It feels wonderful" Nancy's trembling hand dips deeper into Liz pussy, just as how she received it.

"Don't be silly, it is your rights to enjoy your own body. No one can take away your joy if you wanted it." Liza press her warm lips at Nancy, kissing her passionately. " mmmm...... I love your sweet lips. Kiss me... Kiss me.... mmmm....."
Her tongue teasingly enter your mouth, dancing playfully on your tongue.
 
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