Part 6 ~ How Sweet Is My Neighbor

How Sweet Is My Neighbor
By: Cecile B Smith

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Part 5

Oh screw the boxes, just fuck me now is what I wanted to tell him, but I knew that was not what he was wanted from me. Not at this point. This was the start of something and if I wanted to be a part of it, now was the time to make that decision. If I wanted to play, I had to be a good girl and play by his rules. He was looking down at me, waiting to see what I had to say to his invitation. "Justin, we just met." Oh gawd, did I just say that. I sound like a prude. "What I mean is..," I rest my hands on his chest. Big mistake. I could feel his heart beating as fast as mine and I could feel the heat I generated from him. I could also feel how muscular he was under that shirt. He pulled me closer so there was no mistaking what I was doing to him. I could feel just how hard he was - for me. Oh damn, you only live once right... "Justin, I will allow you to do whatever you want."


Oh shit, did I just say that? Did I just give a complete strange free range over me? What have I gotten myself into? Am I scare, hell yeah!! Nervous, excited, worried, dread... Okay, so my self esteem is not all that great. Justin must of saw the emotions fly across my face. He took his hands and cupped my face and stared directly into my eyes. Just a mere touch was enough to send me off to the moon. "Lizzie, you sure you will allow me whatever I want?" His questioning me made me feel like I have a choice; not that I could think of anything else but his hands on me and mine on his. My eyes told him the answer he needed.

"You know what you have gotten yourself into huh?" Shit, I had no clue. "Let the games begin," he said with the most wicked smile ever. "Now, grab some boxes so we can clean your house." Clean my house, the man said the word clean. This was like porn to my ears. "Yes sir," I said saluting him. Within fifteen minutes there was not a trace of a box in my house and everything was in its place. Of course it was about four in the morning; but it was Saturday, so it was okay. Exhausted, we both sat down on the couch. He sat at one corner and I laid down in my little corner. "Come here," those sweet words came off his lips while he patted his lap. Oh dear God, I have died and went to heaven. I happily obliged. My head now in his lap and I am looking up at him. Damn this man looked good no matter which way I examined him. On the verge of sleep deprivation I managed to get out, "Justin, just what have I gotten myself into with you?" "Oh Lizzie, just wait. You are going to love what I have in store for you. "

If you want more of Justin's punishment and what Elizabeth decides to do...
Come back on March 1st... For Part 7...
Because it is just starting to get good and hot!!!

This is my story. All words, names and places are clearly made up in my mind.
If you so chose to print my story any where, I promise you harm.
I am nice... I promise.