A chime rang through the house, followed by a boy’s voice bellowing, “I’ll get it.” There were four or five thudding footsteps and then the door sprang open. Susan watched Aiden’s face shift from a smile to shock in seconds.

“W-what are you doing here?”  he whispered nervously.

Aiden looked her up and down, clearly undressing her with his eyes. Susan hadn’t dressed to impress, but for a casual day around the house, in a pair of leggings and a t-shirt. But Aiden already knew what was underneath. Susan ignored his prying eyes, and held up the casserole dish, sparkling clean in the sunlight. “Came to return this,” she answered. “It’s what good neighbors do.” She gave him a flirty little wink.

“Who is it?” Aiden’s mother called from further inside the house.

“It’s uh…” Aiden trailed off. Susan giggled to herself, realizing that she’d never actually given him her name. The extent of their previous verbal interaction had only been telling Aiden to get the fuck out of her house.

“Susan Elroy,” Susan called past Aiden’s shoulder. “From next door. Your new neighbor.”

“Oh, Susan!” Aiden’s mother exclaimed. “Just give me a sec and I’ll be right there.”

“You aren’t going to say anything, are you?” Aiden asked.

Susan couldn’t help herself from torturing the boy, “Well, Aiden, I do think honesty between neighbors is the best policy, don’t you?”

“What? No! You can’t!” Aiden begged. “Please!”

“Relax, Aiden,” Susan said with a smile. “I'm just busting your balls a bit. For someone who jerks off so much, you know, you’re really kinda uptight.”

A wounded look crossed Aiden’s face, and he was about to retort something when a tall woman suddenly appeared from around the corner of the hallway. She was dressed neatly as if she were attending a business meeting instead of washing dishes. Susan guessed she was maybe ten years older than her. “Susan!” the woman cried as if they were longtime friends. “It’s so good to finally meet you.”

“You, too, Mrs. Braun,” Susan responded.

“Mrs. Braun?” she laughed. “Nonsense, dear. Just call me Nina.”

“Okay, Nina.” Susan handed her the clean dish. “Thanks for this. It was delicious, and just what I needed to get me through moving in.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Susan passed the dish to Aiden. “Could you put this away and bring us some tea, sweetie?” She looked back to Susan, “You will stay for a cup of tea, won’t you?”

Susan glanced at Aiden who was all but pleading ‘no’ with his eyes.

“Sure,” she accepted and followed Nina into the living room.

Aiden gave the sort of dramatic exasperated sigh that only teenagers can manage to take seriously and disappeared into the kitchen.

“You’ve really got a beautiful home,” Susan said. She looked around and saw that everything was immaculately placed, as if waiting to be photographed for some furnishing catalog.

“Thank you,” Nina said. “I try. But you know how hard it is to keep things in order with two men around. Sometimes they drive me crazy!” Nina made a playful growling noise and scrunched up her face. “How about you? Not married?”

“I was, but I’m in full remission now.”

“Ah,” Nina commented and chuckled lightly with uncertainty. Susan had spent so much time around other medical professionals, she wondered if she’d forgotten how to talk to normal people.

“Sorry. Joke. I mean, I’m divorced.”

“Right,” Nina nodded.

“It was a case of getting married too young before either of us had really figured out who we were as individuals, let alone together, and what we wanted out of life. I wanted a career, and he wanted to sleep with other women.” Once she started talking, Susan found she couldn’t stop – not even when Aiden returned with the tea, and sat perched on one of the chairs, staring at her with a cautious fascination mixed with lust. “Sorry, I don’t mean to bore you,” she apologized after speaking for several minutes. “It’s just, I haven’t really been able to talk about all this before.”

“It’s alright, dear,” Nina responded. “I understand. Actually, Robert is my second husband. I was married to Aiden’s father, David, before him. I don’t like to complain about him, especially in front of…” She pointed her eyes toward Aiden, who wore an expression that said his mother complained plenty about his father, and it was something of a sore spot. “Let’s just say we haven’t gotten along for some time,” Nina concluded, and quickly changed the subject. “So, how are you settling into the new house?”

“It’s coming along,” Susan admitted. “I’ve still got a few boxes to unpack. And I never realized how many small things need doing in a new home. You’re very lucky to have a husband and son who can help you out with fixing things around the house.”  

“I hate to say it,” Nina laughed. “But Robert really isn’t very handy.”

“One time, one of our taps in our shower didn’t work,” Aiden volunteered. “So, Robert thought he could just fix it himself, but he didn’t even know to turn off the water, and it went all over the place and got in the walls and everything. We had to pay like two thousand dollars to clean it up, and then another five hundred to get the tap fixed, which is all we would have had to pay in the first place!”

“Shh…” Nina admonished her son.

“But it’s like basic one-oh-one stuff,” Aiden said, clearly enjoying gloating about his stepfather’s screw-ups.

“Aiden does most of the handy work around the house,” Nina informed Susan. “His father is a contractor, and he taught Aiden to do a lot of things.”

“Before he took off,” Aiden added, muttering.

“Right,” Nina agreed. “Anyway, if you need any help around your house, I’m sure Aiden would be more than willing to lend a hand.”

Aiden looked up at his mother surprised that she was volunteering his services. “Don’t I get a say in that?”

“It’s the neighborly thing,” Nina reminded her son.

“Thanks Nina. I may just take you up on that… If it’s okay with you, Aiden.” Susan gave the boy a subtly flirtatious look (as much as she thought she could get away with without Nina noticing). She added, “I can think of one or two things that need doing, and I have feeling that you're really good with your hands.” Aiden blushed, and looked embarrassed. “I’m sure I can make it worth your while,” Susan added, and favored Aiden with a coy smile.

Aiden’s hands folded awkwardly in his lap, and Susan wondered if he might be trying to hide an erection brought on by the memory of her show the night before. She knew it must be clear in the front of his mind. It certainly hadn't left hers.

A phone buzzed as it vibrated against the end table next to Nina. She answered it. “Yes...? You what...? Damn it, Robert… Okay… Okay… Where are you...? Alright, I’ll be right there… Just hang on, honey… Okay… Love you, too… Bye.” Nina hung up and stood. “Listen, I’m really sorry. It seems Robert locked his keys inside his car at work.”

“Again?” Aiden asked, smirking.

“Mmhm,” Nina nodded. “I’ve to got to go save him. He’s got an important meeting he needs to travel across town to, and well… It’s Nina to the rescue! I don’t mean to rush you out the door, but…”

“Actually, I was hoping to talk a bit more with Aiden,” Susan said, spotting an opportunity. Nina looked perplexed with what anyone would want with her teen son, so Susan clarified. “I thought I’d tell him a bit more about what I need done. I guess we could go next door…”

“It’s okay mom, we’ll be fine,” Aiden said. “You go. I’ll take care of Susan.”

“Ms. Elroy,” Nina corrected her son, as she collected her purse and slipped her shoes on.

“Ms. Elroy,” Aiden repeated diligently.

“Actually, Susan’s fine with me,” Susan said.

“Alright, I really have to hurry,” Nina said. “Susan, it was very nice to meet you. Aiden, don’t forget you still have chores here.”

“I know,” Aiden grumbled.

“It was great to meet you, too, Nina,” Susan returned.

“Bye,” Nina said, already rushing towards the garage. There was the sound of a door opening and closing, and then the whirring of a garage door motor, a brief pause, and then the whirring again as the garage door lowered again. Finally, there was silence.

“So…” Susan said.

“So,” Aiden responded, looking unsure of himself. Susan realized that if she was in the driver’s seat of whatever this was (she was still figuring it out and not too eager to put a label it), she was going to have to do the work of driving.

“Why don’t you come sit over here?” Susan said, patting the sofa cushion beside her. “That way we don’t have to shout across the room at each other.”

“Uh, okay,” Aiden agreed. He stood, and Susan’s eyes instinctively went to his shorts where the outline of his impressive cock pressed through the loose material. He crossed the room and took his place at the other end of the couch where his mother had been seated. He grabbed a cushion and held it in his lap as if for safety from the wild scary neighbor lady.

‘Ugh! Come on!’ Susan thought to herself. ‘What's your deal? Why are you making this so difficult?’ Aloud, she asked, “So, did you enjoy the show last night?” Aiden’s face went beet-red. Susan couldn’t help but giggle. “You liked it, didn’t you?” Aiden nodded, still not able to verbally react to Susan’s boldness. “It certainly looked like you did. God, I can’t get the image out of my mind: you, standing there, stroking that beautiful cock of yours.”

“You looked, uh, really hot, too,” Aiden responded timidly. “I mean I never expected…”

“No?” Susan asked. “Why not? The first time we met I was naked. I know you saw me, then.”

“Yeah, but…” Aiden trailed off.

“And I know I was upset then, but you want to know something?” Susan asked, and shifted her body nearer to Aiden. “I actually kinda didn’t mind. In fact, I’ve seen you, too.”

“Yeah, last night.”

“Before that,” Susan corrected. “I saw you after we met, looking into my windows. I watched you, too. You didn’t know?” Aiden shook his head. “Mmhmm, I saw you in your room, lying on your bed, jerking your cock.”

Aiden squirmed uncomfortably.

“I’ve watched you cum,” Susan continued. She was savoring Aiden’s discomfort and embarrassment. The more explicit she became, the more uneasy he seemed to become. Torturing him was too much fun! “It looked so good, seeing that white-hot sticky cum spurt out all over your belly.”

“But how?” Aiden asked.

“You’re very predictable,” Susan said. “Same routine every night at the same time. In bed by 11:00, jacking off for fifteen or twenty minutes. Then you clean up and lights out by 11:30. Every night.”

“You saw…” Aiden said, drifting off as it sank in.

“I did,” Susan confirmed and shifted closer again. “And I liked what I saw. So, I thought after watching you these last few days, maybe I’d be a good neighbor and return the favor. But what I really want to know is what were you thinking about all these nights as you stroked your cock?”

“Uh…”

“Was it me?” Susan asked. “Were you thinking about how you saw me naked?”

“Uh-huh,” Aiden acknowledged.

“And you wanted to see more?” Susan shifted herself once more. Now their bodies were side by side, touching.

“Yeah,” Aiden agreed nervously.

“And maybe you thought about what might happen if we were actually together face to face?” Susan prompted.

“Sometimes.”

“And what would you do to me if we were together face to face?” Susan said quietly in his ear.

“Uh,” Aiden stumbled. “I'm not sure.”

“What would you like me to do to you?” Susan whispered, allowing her lips to brush his earlobe. At the same time, she pulled his hands away from the cushion in his lap, and then picked it up and tossed it to the other side of the sofa. Beneath the cushion was a prominent erection even stiffer than the rest of the Aiden’s anxious body.

“Is that for me?” Susan asked, feigning surprise. “I wonder what I should do with it,” she wondered aloud.

“What do you want to do with it?” the near-petrified boy responded, mustering up all his courage.

“Do you want me to touch it?” Susan asked. She sucked his earlobe into her mouth, gently nibbling on it.

Aiden moaned and nodded. “Yeah, you could touch it.”

Susan let her fingers trace the delicate outline of his erection over his shorts. His cock responded to her lightest touch by twitching and throbbing. Susan was fascinated with every little movement. Aiden, meanwhile, sat perfectly still, afraid to speak or do anything in case any wrong move would break whatever delicate magic was in effect.

“What else?” Susan asked, and began to kiss her way down his neck, hoping to encourage him.

“I don’t know,” Aiden said, then admitted, “I like what you’re doing.”

“That’s good, but we could be doing so much more,” Susan said, trying to keep the tone of complaint out of her voice, but she was afraid maybe some crept through anyway. “Do you want to touch me?” She suggested.

“Yes,” Aiden said.

“You can,” Susan invited.

Aiden turned his body toward her. Susan repositioned her body as well, so he might have better access to her tits. She thought that maybe, finally, with all the possible green lights given, this unnaturally shy boy might finally come out of his shell. However, Aiden lifted his hands slowly and carefully towards her. His eyes shifted back and forth between his hands and her chest, knowing that the two were supposed to go together somehow, but not quite sure how the connection was made. A realization began to dawn on Susan.

“Aiden… You haven’t… Have you?” Susan asked, suddenly feeling sympathy for the boy.

Aiden shook his head, looking more ashamed than simply embarrassed now.

“Ever?” Susan asked unbelievingly. “Like, never?”

“No,” Aiden said. He leaned back into the couch, sighing miserably. “I’m still a virgin.”

“Oh shit,” Susan said. “I didn’t realize. The way you were last night, I just assumed…”

“I’m sorry,” Aiden said.

“No, it’s alright,” Susan said. “We all have to start somewhere, right?” Aiden shrugged. “Just, you know, try to relax, okay?”

She returned her fingers to lightly caressing his cock through his shorts, and within seconds it returned to full tumescence.

“I want to see it. It looked so great last night, but it was so far away. Can I?” Susan asked.

Aiden stood and pulled his shorts down. His erection caught on the elastic, and then sprung up again. In her mind, Susan heard a cartoonish doingg sound-effect. She giggled.

“What?” Aiden asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious, moving his hands to cover himself.

“Nothing, Aiden,” Susan reassured him and pulled his hands away. “It’s nothing. Your cock looks so much better up close.”

Susan put her hand around it, holding its satisfying thickness in her palm. She ran her hand up and over the head, then she let it slide gradually all the way down to the base, appreciating every millimeter. While Susan was not what some people would call a “size-queen” she did recognize that Aiden was very impressively endowed, and she couldn’t help but admire it.

“Sit down,” Susan instructed.

Aiden sat. Susan rolled over to climb on top of him. She could feel his boner pushing insistently against her ass. She began to grind lightly against it as she lifted her t-shirt over her head. Then she removed her bra. Aiden’s mouth dropped open as he was suddenly confronted with a real woman’s tits directly in front of his face.

“Touch them,” Susan ordered.

She lifted Aiden’s hand and placed it on a breast, letting him feel. Tentatively, he gave a squeeze. When Susan didn’t protest, he let his hands wander and explore, finding her nipple hard and excited. He pressed and flicked it and circled it with his fingers. Gaining confidence, he went to the other breast, with both hands this time, running his fingers over her like a blind man reading brail. Certainly, Aiden lacked for technique, but after all this time, just the feeling of a man’s hands on her breasts felt so good to Susan. After a couple of minutes, she slid down Aiden’s body, and dropped to her knees between his legs.

“Hmm, so no one has ever done this before?” Susan considered. She lowered her lips to the tip of his cock and gave it a small little kiss, licking the precum from it.

“No,” Aiden said.

Susan opened her mouth and took his head into it. It felt hard and meaty and pressed against her tongue. Slowly she allowed it to slide to the back of her throat as her hand gripped around the base. With her mouth, she could read his excitement, aware of every throb and twitch. It made her feel in control. She could tell when to back off on the pressure of her tongue, and when to intensify the sensations he felt. She was in control.

For several minutes, she allowed Aiden to luxuriate in his very first blowjob, taking it easy and being careful not to push him too hard too fast. Her hands squeezed his shaft, fondled his balls, caressed his stomach and thighs, and tickled his perineum, giving him all the right feelings without bringing them to an end too quickly. Then, when it seemed like Aiden was already building to an inevitable climax, Susan gave him the full treatment. She relaxed her throat muscles and took him all the way in, while tugging on his scrotum.

It couldn’t have been more than two seconds before she felt his testicles contract in her hand. His cock swelled and pulsed uncontrollably. She heard Aiden groan loudly somewhere above her as he shot his load down her throat. Susan took it all, sucking every last drop from him until it was gone. She stayed a minute longer, teasing him lightly with her tongue and fingers, and amused by the way guys get so extra-sensitive after they cum.

Finally, it was over. She stood up, found her bra and t-shirt and put them back on. She turned to look at Aiden who was still sitting on the living room sofa, naked from the waist down, and watching her with a mixture of goofy happiness, greed, and curiosity.

“I’d ask if it was good for you,” Susan said, “but I can see from that big dumb grin on your face that you’re one satisfied customer."

“Was it good for you?” Aiden asked, parroting what she'd just asked him.

Susan chuckled. She had enjoyed herself. It had been so long since she’d gone down on a guy, and especially a guy who actually appreciated it. “Yeah, it’s been fun,” she said. “But I think that’s enough for today. Who knows when your parents will be back.”

“Probably not for a while,” Aiden said, bargaining and already looking forward to another round. Susan knew she had just created a monster. But what guy wasn't just the same?

“Well, what would the neighbors think?” Susan asked. “You know, older lady alone so long with the teen boy next door… how old are you anyway?”

“Eighteen,” Aiden said. “Don’t worry, I’m an adult. My birthday was a few months ago.”

“Sure,” Susan said with a smirk. “Well, come by my place tomorrow afternoon, and maybe we’ll see what other adult things we can do.”