Good Neighbors Ch. 05

What she didn't tell me until later was that she didn't remember the way those two fellas fondled and kissed her at all. The next thing she actually remembered was coming to in her bedroom, flat on her back, legs spread wide and thrown high in the air with young Jeff blasting a big nasty load of his goodies inside her while she screamed out like an Indian on the warpath.

"Well, Liz, I just want to thank you for snapping me out of my funk. Grieving can go on too long, you know. I was about to go off the deep end until you and your, um friends pulled up in the driveway last night. You snapped me out of it, girl!" I told her, cheerfully. I was being honest too. That show of raw, unadulterated sex set off all my alarm bells and made me glad I had a pussy.

"You-you mean I did all of that?" she asked.

About that time I heard the soft rumble of a big pickup truck outside and I knew I had timed it perfectly and I thanked my lucky stars. As my third husband used to say after watching The A-team, "I love it when a plan comes together!"

I smiled and answered her as tactfully as I could manage with a big, naughty grin on my face, "Yep! And I believe we need to talk about it in person. I want to thank you. Why don't you bring your young fella over in a minute and I'll thank both of you."

"What fella?" she asked.

"Why, the one who's about to knock on your front door, silly" I countered. I thought I heard her doorbell ring through the phone about then and laughed softly. "Both of you come on over. We need to talk."

I pressed the 'End Call' button and then my doorbell rang. I greeted Abbie and her two young gentleman callers, ushered them into the living room and began chatting and getting more comfortable with them. Abbie and her young friend arrived shortly and their arrival seemed to really shake things up. I now had more people in my home than I'd had since the wake for my last husband. The tension between Liz and Abbie was almost tangible and visible. The young men were at once eager as puppies -- and as detached from our little assembly as could be. I could practically smell the testosterone permeating the room. Three virile, horny young men crowded together in my living room with three smartly dressed, hot-looking women who were twice and three times their age would have been comical if we hadn't all been as horny and restless as alley cats ready for a good fight.

It wasn't going to take much to launch our little festival of lust now. Still, Liz and Abbie needed to face the fact that their sons, Jeff and Benjamin each knew a great deal more about their best friend's mother than was proper. I certainly didn't have a problem with who they spent last night with and I hoped, if they put all their cards on the table, they wouldn't either. It was time for a summit meeting.

"Liz -- Abbie," I said, staring them both down as I spoke, "We need to have a little heart-to-heart. Right now."

I turned to the three young men scattered on the chairs in my living room and told them, "We'll be back in a moment, gentlemen."

"Come with me, ladies," I told my friends as I turned and strode toward the kitchen and then held the door leading to the patio open for them both.

Once outside we huddled up in a tight little triangle. The patio wasn't the most private place for a discussion of their sex lives or their choices for sex partners, but it kept our discussion out of my other guests' hearing.

Liz and Abbie both alternately glared at me and then nervously at one another while they shifted from foot to foot. They were both wearing heels. I hadn't seen either one of them in heels, except for church, in ages. They were definitely not dressed for church at the moment, though.

"I have a few things to say to both of you. I want you to hear me out before you say anything. Understood?"

Both ladies nodded.

"First, as you both know, I couldn't sleep last night and I was out on my front porch, sipping tea and doing my best to think better thoughts. There have been a lot of months that have been hard on me, as you both know. What I witnessed out there from my porch was quite a sight. The first surprising sight was a pickup truck pulling into your driveway, Liz. You were in the back of the truck with that gorgeous black hunk in there, Eddie," I told them and then paused, glanced from one to the other and added, "What I am about to say is not intended to embarrass you, Liz, or make Abbie mad. You have to hear it, though. All of it."

They stared at each other and I continued, "Eddie was naked as the day he was born -- and so were you Liz. The two of you were awful busy finishing up a lot of enthusiastic grunting and shrieking in the bed of the truck. When you were finally finished, Eddie picked you up out of the bed of the truck -- he must be real strong - and handed you over the side of the truck to Jeff."

Abbie's eyes flashed at this, her body stiffened and her lips drew tight, but she managed to remain silent.

"Well, both those boys stood right there at your garage door for a couple of minutes and kissed you and had their hands all over you in some pretty damned interesting -- and intimate places, if you know what I mean. The next thing I knew, they got you conscious enough to open the garage door and Jeff carried you inside," I said, still keeping my eyes on Abbie. She remained silent but I could tell she was unhappy.

"But I didn't --" Liz began to protest.

"Sh-s-s-h!" I hissed at her to cut her off.

Abbie started to interrupt then, saying "You-!" but I shushed her too.

"You, my dear Abbie," I began, turning my attention to her next, "You arrived home three minutes after Eddie left. You were in the backseat of that little rattletrap car that's across the street right now. They had to help you off the floor of that little clunker and when you finally did crawl out the only thing you had on were high heels."

That seemed to tame her down. She even blushed. I had never seen Abbie blush before. Liz's eyes darted up to glare at Abbie in shock.

"Shall I describe how you looked walking to the garage holding Benjamin's hand or what you did to sweet young Benjamin in full view of me and both of those two fine young gentlemen sitting in my living room right now?"

It took almost a minute of strained silence, but both Abbie and Liz realized in the end that they had no need to hide the truth from one another. Almost simultaneously their glares softened into smiles and they embraced briefly.

"Now that we have all your unbridled nighttime goings on out in the open, would you ladies mind telling me how you came to be gallivantin' around the countryside with young men half your age and all sorts of good old-fashioned lust just drippin' off your hot asses?" I truly was confounded by their goings on.

Liz surprised me by speaking first. Usually she is the quieter, more reserved one of the two.

"We started out to teach them," she said cautiously, "Abbie and I both agreed our sons were dreadfully lacking in the social graces, so . . . we decided to start with dancing lessons. You know, to educate them."

Puzzling, I thought, "Well, what does riding around in the back of a pickup truck with someone else's son and doin' the dirty deed have to do with education?"

Abbie chimed in here, "We had so much success the first night with our sons -- Liz with Jeff and me with Benjamin that we thought we could -- well -- do more."

I wasn't buying it. It was a big stretch to go from harmless, platonic dance lessons on one night to holding an all-out nightlong fuck-fest the next. I pressed on, "You don't expect me to believe you held some innocent dance lessons with each other's sons and then, suddenly the next night you both came home naked at four in the morning, thoroughly fucked with two and three young men in tow, do you? What really happened?"

Liz plunged on, "For me, it probably began when I stumbled. Things got out of hand for me then. I was wearing heels for the first time in a while and Jeff caught me. He is so strong, and his hands are so big."

Liz sort of forgot herself for a moment. I suppose she was reliving it all. She snapped out of it soon enough.

"I was sort of out of breath by then. The next thing I knew I was talking to Abbie about giving the boys a lesson in goodnight kisses. I said 'sure' -- and, well, I guess I kind of let things get out of hand."

"Me too," Abbie chimed in, "For me, it sort of got out of hand and the first thing I knew, Benjamin had my boobs out pinching my nipples and I was -- well I got his erection out and started -- kind of stroking it. I didn't mean for it to happen. It just felt like something I ought to do."

"You felt like you ought to stroke your nineteen-year-old next-door-neighbor's cock and let him fondle you?" I asked incredulously.

Liz surprised me by sticking up for Abbie, "You don't know how long it's been for both of us! I feel like we let the genie out of the bottle that night." She paused for a moment and then added, "I know I'm sure getting my three wishes' worth!"

"A-a-absolutely!" Abbie said, "We did let the genie out of the bottle! And I know Benjamin is a better man for all I've done. I'm sure my son Jeff is a better young man now because of all that Liz has done for him too!"

Now they were defending each other! What a hoot. They truly were best friends and I suppose it made sense for them to take care of one another's sons too.

I thought about all this, weighed my options and hastily settled on my course of action. It seemed like the most prudent, wisest method for joining this spicy little circle of friends.

"So . . . let me see if I understand. The two of you are teaching these fellas proper manners and dancing and -- and how to treat ladies?" I tried hard not to sound incredulous. My neighbors were, after all, quite serious.

Both women looked me in the eye and nodded without hesitation.

"Well . . . Is there something I could do?" I asked as innocently as I could.

Abbie and Liz looked at one another for a flicker of a moment, nodded almost imperceptibly, then turned to me.

"There are a total of five young men," Abbie began, "And I don't know about Liz but I was feeling a little . . . um-"

"Outgunned!" Liz interjected.

"Yeah! Outgunned is exactly the word for it!" Abbie said.

"Perhaps you could help us by maybe reducing our class size?" Liz proposed.

Abbie added quickly, "Yeah, I don't know if I could handle a class of three students again. Maybe you could help us out, Lena. I mean, I-I personally think it will take all summer and a bunch of lessons every week for the rest of the summer if we're gonna get all five young men ready for their freshman year at State!"

I had to choke back a serious and thoroughly ill-mannered belly laugh at Abbie's words. Perhaps Benjamin and Marty and Preston had been too much for her. I'd heard the expression 'getting your brains fucked out' but I never thought it could be a real thing. Maybe Abbie's brains had been scrambled. Three healthy, horny and seriously motivated young studs could do a lot of damage. They could do a lot of good, too. I was itching to see what they could do for me.

"Well, there are three of us and three of them and we still have most of the afternoon," I suggested.

"Would you do that for us, Lena?" Liz asked. She sounded surprised that I'd be so helpful.

"Liz, Abbie," I began, "The two of you opened my eyes to a world of possibilities last night with both of your splashy little homecomings. You'll be doing me a big favor if you include me. So . . . how do you want to start, girls?"

"I want stick to teaching one student at a time," Liz blurted out.

"Me too," Abbie agreed and then added, "But, if it's alright with Liz, I think you should have a choice in who you take on as your first student."

Liz chimed in quickly with, "Shoot, Lena! If you want to, why don't you just pick for all of us!"

Their generosity stunned me for a moment. I was being given carte blanche among three lovely, innocent, virile young men and I was going to be able to do anything my little ol' heart desired! As the joy of my good fortune sank in, I began to weigh what I knew from last night. There was a bit of mystery surrounding Marty and that little black toolkit he carried. Preston had that intense, dedicated look in his eyes that told me he would see things faithfully through to their conclusion. God knows Eddie was so well endowed he was sure to cross any woman's eyes and make her re-evaluate the meaning of life and want to take up smoking if she didn't already.

I was feeling the thrill of my newly conferred power as well as the anticipation of my afternoon's possibilities when suddenly, a playful, almost mischievous plan formed in my head. Liz was reserved and rather averse to mystery or adventure and Abbie saw herself as more adventurous and willing to take more of those naughty little risks that came along in life. I made my mind up in that split second to find out just how committed to educating young men the two of them were.

"Ok," I began, pausing as if I was still trying to decide, "I think I want to get to know Preston better. He seems like he could be a very good student."

"Oh, he is!" Abbie assured me, all big-eyed and sincere.

"And I think you, Abbie could benefit from an afternoon instructing Eddie," I said.

Abbie's face showed a measure of disappointment at my decision. Apparently, she had pinned her hopes on Preston. The contents of his little 'toolkit' began to intrigue me even more.

"That leaves me with Preston, I guess" Liz concluded. She sounded disappointed too.

"Yup! And you'd better hope his toolkit doesn't include handcuffs or a Taser!" I joked.

Again, Abbie chimed in, "Oh, you're going to love what's in his toolkit!"

"Well, shall we get these lessons started, girls?" I beamed, eager to have a young buck to hold onto for the afternoon.

Once we were back in the living, Liz and Abbie sidled in close to their student for this first afternoon. I was left standing at the center of the room. All three young men did their best to check me out without seeming too obvious about it. I have damn good legs, especially when they are encased in nylon and I am wearing four-inch stilettos. I let them steal a few glances. It felt reassuring to have men -- young men, at that -- admiring me.

"We have agreed," I began, "That your education may take the better part of the summer to complete. After listening to Mrs. Nobbing and Mrs. Haffenshaft tell me about all the hard work you've been doing, the three of us have decided to make a couple of changes in your lessons."

I paused here. I suppose I did it for dramatic effect, but the next thing I knew, as I looked around, everyone was staring at my legs. Even Liz and Abbie were staring at my legs. When I finally glanced down. I discovered that in all my excitement I had apparently sunk my fingers into the skirt material along my thighs and clutched my fingers into a ball. I was pretty excited -- no, I was aroused out of my wits. I had hiked my skirt up a few inches and most of my stockings were showing. Preston, Marty and Eddie all stared at my legs with doting, vacant grins that only idiots and horny men ever have.

"Excuse me," I mumbled and released the grasp on my skirt. "Now, where was I? . . . Oh, yes -- changes. First, I will be joining my neighbors in helping with your lessons. You can call me Mrs. Black. I hope none of you object to having a new teacher."

I hesitated once more and glanced from one to the other of the young students and all three were grinning now. So far, so good.

"Second, we are going to focus on individual instruction instead of group instruction from now on. Each one of you will receive the full attention of your teacher. And of course, each one of us will be offering you lessons on an alternating basis.

I let that sink in for a moment. After my unplanned show of legs and stockings, I wasn't sure they were listening to everything I said. All three smiled and nodded, though, so I pressed on.

"We are going to start this new plan this afternoon and make adjustments as needed. To start, Eddie, your lesson will be with Mrs. Haffenshaft. Marty, you will be spending the afternoon with Mrs. Nobbing and Preston, you will be working with me this afternoon. Mrs. Nobbing and Mrs. Haffenshaft are going to take you gentlemen to their homes for lessons and if there's enough time maybe we can change students and teachers later."

I left Preston seated in the living room and walked the others to the door. As they departed, I called out to Abbie and Liz, "Remember your cell phones, ladies! Call if you want anything."

The picture of those two couples as they crossed Lusitania Drive, then separated on their way to their individual lessons was both comical and stirring. In the excitement of rounding all the actors up for this randy little play in three acts, I really hadn't paid much attention to how my friends were dressed. At this distance, and with a young man at their side, their pace, their attire and even the way they stole glances behind them to the partners I'm sure they wished they could have had, Abbie and Liz dripped open, need-fueled lust. Eddie turned twice to admire Liz's ass as it did some thoroughly provocative gyrations and shocking pitches encased in the thin material of her yoga pants. Marty stole furtive glances at Abbie as he made his way over to Liz's.

Abbie was wearing an outfit I'm sure she hadn't worn in years. She pulled it off well enough but denim miniskirts with frayed hems and midriff-baring tank tops hadn't been in fashion for years. I just hoped she didn't bend over before she got home. I had a strong suspicion that the panties she should have been wearing were probably still in her dresser drawer.

I smiled watching Eddie and Abbie making their way to her front door. He was so tall and so . . . so hunky and so hung and Abbie didn't have a clue -- yet! Just before closing the door on the sight of my two good neighbors and their students, I wished I could be a flea in the carpet in both their homes ten minutes from now. I figured that's all the time it would take before the learning began.

Back in my own home with the door closed behind me, I decided my student and I deserved a refreshment. I went to the kitchen, poured two glasses of soda, added ice and waltzed right up to him where he sat on the sofa. He was sitting upright, hands folded in his lap and looking just a little bit on edge, like he wasn't at all certain he should be here. I decided to make him feel welcome.

"Here," I said, offering the soda to him.

I set my soda on the end table, turned to him and asked, "May I sit with you?"

He was still a bit unsure. I could see that in the quick nod he gave me, so I decided to take a bold step. It would either make him feel more at ease or give him an even larger case of fright.

Softly, but deftly, I lowered myself into Preston's lap. I startled him a bit but he only sputtered once and then smiled as I looped my arm about his neck, nestled my bottom into his warm lap and gracefully crossed my legs.

"There!" I cooed into his ear, "That's much better, don't you think?"

"O-o-o-h, god! That is better!" he groaned out. He managed all this without spilling a bit of his soda too.

I squirmed softly in his lap until I was comfortable, and I could feel my bottom settle into that sweet spot just made for a man and a woman's perfect junction together. "This is such an intimate and friendly way to begin your lesson. I hope it helps you feel more comfortable. Would you like to begin our first lesson now, Preston?" I asked in the softest, most reassuring voice I could muster.