Sheeba My Neighbor Part II
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On that one fateful night, John’s fiancee Mandy had gone out with her friend Kate. John himself had decided to stay home for a few reasons. The primary reason was just that he didn’t really feel like going clubbing. He’d felt down for the past few weeks. Maybe it was a chemical thing, he told himself. Or maybe it was because of the increased load at work. It might have been due to how he and Mandy had been arguing more and more. Perhaps it was that feeling he had been having recently at Mandy… that feeling like she deserved better than him.
They had been going out since high school and tended to have sex almost every other night, sometimes even multiple times a day. John loved going clubbing with Mandy. He loved cooking for her. He loved providing for her. She loved him too. He knew that much.
He was in love with her Egyptian skin and her talk about religion. He was practically imprisoned in her pussy. Hell, he was balling with no cushion.
So why did he feel like she deserved better than him?
It wasn’t as if she wasn’t satisfied with his sexual performance or anything. He didn’t have a limp dick. He didn’t have a microdick. They generally tended to have sex once a day unless he was super tired - which he rarely ever was, even with the increased work load.
It was Kate. He knew it was.
Kate didn’t like him. Kate had never liked him and to him, it almost seemed like she wanted to get Mandy away from him. Yet, the more his workload increased, the more Mandy seemed seemed to hang out with Kate. Confide in Kate. Be influenced by Kate.
Any time John ever asked what Mandy and Kate did in a day, or were texting about or had just talked about, he was usually shot down with a glance away, a disappointing expression on her lips and a nonanswer. A change of subject usually followed. Maybe he could have tried with more tact. Maybe he could have felt less paranoid about Kate.
Maybe he shouldn’t have felt so intimidated by her. Those nights where he and Mandy didn’t fuck, usually because she was out with Kate… were the nights that he felt ashamed. Those nights he found himself resorting to jerking off to pictures of Kate on the internet. She was busty, muscular, powerful and dominating.
By the time John actually went to bed, it was close to two in the morning. With Mandy and Kate out clubbing, he’d spent a lot of time working. Not only had he finished his entire work load for the week but he’d cut through the backlog for the next few weeks. If all went well, he’d just push and commit on time for the next two weeks. He wouldn’t have to work hard at all and could spend as much time with Mandy as he wanted.
John hadn’t been in bed for a minute when he heard the front door open and the clattering of heels along the apartment floor. He almost jumped up when he found Mandy standing in the bedroom doorway.
Seeing how she was dressed, John wished that he’d gone with her.
She looked amazingly sexy. The eyefucking that she was giving John from her beautiful brown eyes hiding between the bangs of her mussed long blonde hair didn’t hide anything. Her heavy breathing went in sync with her body language and John could smell that she was in heat.
Mandy was wearing a new black flirt skirt. John hadn’t seen it before but she’d mentioned buying it last dinner. The elastic on the waistband appeared to have fallen loose, so the only thing holding it up at this point was a single button on the first and the firm shape of her massive ass.
Her panties were new too. John could tell because of the unfamiliar strap resting on her luscious left hip above the waistline of the skirt. He could tell it was a tie on thong for there was a knot on the exposed teasing strap.
She had also worn a pair of leopard pattern heels. She was only 5'2" and thus too short to be a model - much to the chagrin of her teenage aspirations - but goddamn if she did not look like one. As John followed her body from her heels up her leg, his eyes came to rest at the bottom of her ass. But he couldn’t really tell if it was her ass or a trick of the mind that the skirt played on him as he caught the sway of her hips as she walked closer.
Mandy was wearing a blacktube top that hugged her chest and could stop traffic and nearby pacemakers. She had perfect 36DD breasts and a tight waist that always drew attention from gawkers of all kinds - men and women. Of course only the most aggressive of guys would approach her, sometimes with John standing right next to her. The only reason John didn’t get into fights with many of those men was because Mandy abhorred violence. Whenever Mandy tried to hide her twins by crossing her arms or draping her hair over them, it only ever drew more attention, and more competition to her.
Competition? John almost felt like shaking his head. Maybe it was for the best he didn’t go clubbing. He hated having to deal with those guys who came up to her and since diplomacy wasn’t his strongest suit, he always felt held back. Every time he made a motion against those guys, Mandy would just get upset.
Then, without warning, Mandy pounced on John and held him down to the bed. She moved her hips in a circular motion and pushed her heaving breasts in his face. She smelled of sex and he could smell the sweat between her tits. The fabric of her thong rubbed against his fleece pants, only serving to turn him on.
“I want you…,” she smiled slyly, purring as John found that it was impossible to escape her grasp.
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