part0010

Friendly Neighbor (The Lesbian Next Door 1)

SNEAK PEEK

Harlow Thomas realized she needed to get out of her apartment more. At the age of twenty-six, she should have a life of late night partying, drinking, and just having a grand time--like her new neighbor who recently moved in across the hall.

She’d watched the girl move in and immediately grew irritated.

Chana Morton was her name.

She didn’t have any concept of time.

There were multiple nights the woman had come home drunk and singing in the middle of the night.

Harlow was a light sleeper and was woken up on each occasion to her neighbor drunkenly making her way into her apartment.

However, there was one thing about the neighbor.

Her thick blonde hair and curves had captured Harlow’s attention.

Harlow leaned back on her couch and let loose a sigh. It was late, and she had just finished up a few jobs. She was a graphic designer who had the luxury to own her own business and work from home.

“Stop thinking about her,” Harlow murmured.

She ran a shaky hand through her dark locks. They were still damp from her recent shower. She tightened the ties on her robe and picked up the remote. Settling back on her couch, she tried to think of anything else but her neighbor.

After a minute of flipping through channels, she came upon one of her favorite shows about a group of nerds.

She loved watching that show.

It reminded her of herself.

Tossing the remote to the coffee table, she leaned back and tried to get comfortable on her couch.

As much as she tried, she couldn’t get Chana out of her mind. Just earlier that day when Harlow returned from grabbing her mail from the mailbox, Chana had walked through the front door with a broad smile showing off her gleaming white teeth.

Harlow had froze in place while her neighbor grabbed her mail and bound up the stairs.

They had spoken a few times since she’d moved in and Chana had even invited her over to chill.

However, Harlow didn’t think she and Chana had anything in common with each other.

What would they talk about?

Harlow closed her eyes and imagined Chana. She bit her lip feeling herself grow aroused with the thought of her neighbor.

Just because she could be irritating didn’t mean Harlow didn’t fantasize about her.

Her hand slid along the edge of her robe. A sigh escaped her lips at the thought of Chana’s smile.

Her plumps lips would look amazing surrounding Harlow’s clit.

Harlow’s fingers pulled her robe aside and exposed her tits. They were naked and full. Her nipples erected into little buds. Pinching them had her head rolling back against at the couch.

How she wished someone was here to lick her pussy.

Her core clenched with the thought of her neighbor kneeling on the floor before her.

Harlow’s legs spread open. Her robe fell apart, revealing her naked body. The cold air kissed her skin and set her body on fire.

Her hand trailed along her torso. Her fingers spread her pussy open. Her clit, swollen and sensitive, was begging for someone to suck on it.

“Hmmm…” she moaned. Her fingers slid across her nub and dove inside of her slick core. She pushed them deep inside of herself before withdrawing them.

They were sticky and wet.

She let loose a chuckle knowing that if anyone were to see her now, they would be shocked.

Little Harlow masturbating?

While fantasizing about a woman?

She giggled while focusing on the sight of Chana walking up the stairs. Her toned legs showed off that she worked out. Her ass was curvy, and Harlow would do anything to lick it.

Harlow’s body writhed on the couch while she pushed her fingers deep inside her wet pussy. She began thrusting them back and forth, fucking herself.

Her walls closed around her fingers tight. She widened her legs so that she could reach every part of her pussy.

She used her free hand to massage her tits, finding them heavy and sensitive. She tugged on her nipples, eliciting a moan.

Harlow quickened the motion of her fingers thrusting inside her pussy. Her breath caught in her through as she imagined them to be Chana’s fingers.

“Yes,” she hissed. Her fingers slid along her slit and made their way to her clit. Her drenched fingers slid along her engorged nub easily.

In slow, steady motions, she rubbed her sensitive flesh.

Her orgasm was going to be fast and hard tonight.

The image of Chana spread out before her, came to mind.

Chana’s pussy would be pink and slick just for her.

Harlow ached to run her tongue through Chana’s slick folds.

Chana was a woman who would gladly spread her legs.

As many men and women left her apartment at all times of night, Harlow was sure their visits were more than just friendly.

Her fingers began rubbing harder on her clit.

Her hand on her tit tugged harder.

Harlow lived alone, so there was no one to worry about hearing her cry out in ecstasy.

Her whimpers were growing louder.

Now in her fantasy, she had a mouth full of Chana’s pussy. Her juices would be flowing out, and Harlow wouldn’t waste a drop. She’d lick and slurp up every single drop.

“Oh, God,” Harlow cried out. Her body arched off the couch as her orgasm slammed into her. She let loose a silent scream all the while still rubbing her clit hard and fast.

Her cream flooded her hand, and the orgasm was as hard as she knew it would be.

Her body trembled falling back against her couch.

Harlow lay there, gasping for breath. A smile crossed her face as she slowly slid her fingers along her pussy.

Her juices slid along the crack of her ass, and a giggle escaped her.

“Wow,” she murmured. Her fingers were met with the evidence of her release. She slipped them back into her wet pussy, feeling her muscles contract around them. She loved the feeling of coming down off an orgasm.

It was as if she’d traveled to Heaven and slowly made her way back down to Earth.

She withdrew her fingers from her pussy and brought them to her lips.

Licking every one of them, she ensured they were clean.

The taste of her pussy was embedded on her tongue.

She just wished it had been Chana’s.

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