I was snapped out of a perfectly good night's sleep to the sound of someone knocking on my front door - far too early in the morning for anyone with common sense to be awake. At first, I stayed in my bed hoping that they would leave, but the knocking continued to go on until I reluctantly got up to see who would have such audacity. I yelled out over the loud knocking that I was coming and I stumbled, bleary-eyed, to the door. I opened the door and standing in front of me was my next door neighbor Victoria Clarke.

"Hi Taylor. I am so sorry, I know its early, but Tom and I just had a huge fight and I left. I didn't know where else to go, so I came here," Victoria said between sobs.

Tom and Victoria lived one apartment down and across the hall from me. They had been married for five or six years now, and I thought they were pretty happy. Tom was a truck driver and was gone a lot, but they seemed to be dealing with it.

"Come on in Vicky, I will make us some coffee and you can tell me what happened," I told her.

I held the door for her and helped her come inside. She was still on shaky legs, so I steadied her as she walked. We went into the kitchen and I helped her sit down at the small table. I could see that she was pretty shaken up from whatever had happened. Once the coffee was ready, I poured us both a cup and brought them to the table. As I prepared her coffee for her, I didn't say anything, waiting for her to initiate the conversation. We sat there in silence for some time while Victoria calmed down and got herself together.

"Can... can I borrow your phone, Taylor? I need to find someplace to stay for a few days," Victoria asked, practically whispering.

"Of course," I said. I got up and went in the bedroom to get my cell phone. I handed her my phone and she walked into the bathroom to make her call. A few minutes later she came back into the kitchen and handed me back my phone.

"You look better. Did you find a place to stay?" I asked.

"No, not yet, but I left messages with a couple of the girls I work with and when they call back, I can ask them. I left your number with them - I hope that's okay. I'm afraid I threw Tom's cell phone against the wall when I saw what he had been doing and broke it. So he took my phone with him on one of his runs. And we don't have a home phone anymore, since we both had cells.

"That's fine, Vicky. So, what happened anyway, if you don't mind my asking," I said, tentatively.

"I found out Tom has been cheating on me," Victoria said, looking down at her hands. "I went to make a phone call but the battery on my cell phone was dead. So without asking Tom, I borrowed his. That's when I saw all the phone calls that he had been making and getting from her."

"Oh honey, I'm sorry. Damn," I said, not knowing what else to say.

"What am I going to do Taylor? Where am I going to go? I can't go back to the apartment, not yet," she said, starting to cry all over again.

"Well Vicky, I am so sorry that you and Tom are having troubles. But if you need a place to stay for a couple days you can stay here. Let's see what your coworkers have to say, but if that doesn't pan out you are welcome here," I told her.

"Thank you, Taylor. I appreciate it very much," she said with a little smile.

"It's quite all right. We are neighbors, we are supposed to help each other if we can," I said.

"True, but usually that entails borrowing a cup of sugar or the lawnmower or getting a ride to work or something. This is a lot bigger than that," she said.

"Well, a need is a need. Anyway, you can stay here today if you wish - I need to get ready for work. Just make yourself at home and try not to worry about things. Tom probably just needs some time to think about what he is doing and he'll come around. You are too good a catch to let get away!" I said, getting up.

"Awww Taylor, you are too sweet!" she said. And I went to get ready for work.

. . . . .

About 4:00 that afternoon I called the house. "Hello?" I heard her answer the phone.

"Hi Vicky, it's Taylor. I just wanted to call and let you know I'm about ready to get off work. I was wondering if you needed anything before I came home."

"Oh hi Taylor. No I'm okay, but thank you for calling. I'll see you when you get home then," she said with a giggle "Gee that sounded just like a wife didn't it?" I hung up the phone and got back to work, but her last statement stuck in my head.

After work, I came straight home it had been a long day and I was tired. I pulled up in front of the apartment building and made my way to my fourth floor apartment. I have to admit, when I opened the door that afternoon, I was not prepared for the surprise that awaited me inside.

Victoria had been busy. As I opened the door the first thing that hit me was the delicious smell of food cooking. I heard some noise in the kitchen, so after I set my briefcase down and took off my coat, I went in to see what was going on.

"Hi Vicky, whatcha doing?" I asked. She whirled around startled, and then smiled broadly.

"Oh hi Taylor! I didn't hear you come in. I'm just making some dinner for us. Now you go into the living room and relax, I have everything under control here. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," she said, pushing me back out of the kitchen.

I went into the bedroom to change out of my suit and into more comfortable clothes while she finished up with dinner. After I changed, I went and sat in my recliner until dinner. I had just about finished the paper when I heard her call me in to dinner.

"It smells wonderful, Vicky," I said, sitting down at the table.

"I do hope you like it. I wasn't sure what your favorite food was or what you kept here, so I brought some things from my place over," she said.

"Yeah, I normally don't keep much here. I kinda shop for what I'm hungry for that evening. Plus I'm not much of a chef, it seems!" I said, grinning sheepishly.

"Tom was that way too when I first met him. What is it with you guys and cooking? It seems the only way you can cook is to put something on the grill!" she giggled.

"I guess it goes back to caveman days. You know us Neanderthals don't go in for all that fancy cooking stuff!" I laughed.

"Well this isn't five-star cooking, but it's not raw dinosaur meat either," she said.

"Hey, don't knock a good brontosaurus steak!" I quipped.

The meal was good, spaghetti with meat sauce, garlic bread, and a nice fresh salad beat what I normally would have had. And the dinner company made the meal all the better. It had been awhile since I had a guest for dinner. We had a very nice time. I poured us a couple glasses of wine that I had around waiting for an occasion to open and we enjoyed a very nice meal.

After dinner, I helped her clear the table, putting all the dishes in the sink to soak for a bit. I poured us another glass of wine and we went into the living room to get more comfortable. She went to sit on the sofa, so to be courteous, I sat next to her instead of in my recliner where I usually sat.

We sat and talked for awhile, just chit-chat to pass the time while we enjoyed the wine. After a couple glasses, Victoria began to feel the effects and she loosened up and began to talk more seriously.

"Taylor, we have been neighbors for a few years and have talked many times do you think I'm a bad person? I mean do I seem like a bitch or a nag to you?" she asked.

"No, Vicky. I think you are a good neighbor and I have never seen that from you. I mean I don't know you all that well, but you have always had a smile and a pleasant word when I have seen you," I replied.

"Well that's what Tom said. He said that all I do is bitch at him and nag him about everything. He said he is tired of never being able to do anything right. That's why he went to this other woman - because she makes him feel good about himself," she said, looking down at her hands again as she finished.

"I don't believe that. You seem like a perfectly nice and pleasant person. I enjoy talking to you whenever we can," I told her.

"And I enjoy talking with you. I really appreciate your help and your letting me stay here. I don't have many friends - Tom and I don't do much socializing - so I didn't have a lot of options," she said.

"Did any of your coworkers call today?" I asked.

"Sarah called and said she has her parents visiting and couldn't put me up. Becky and her husband are out of town and I couldn't reach them. So if the offer still stands, I will take you up on it. Tom will be back in a week and then we will talk over what we will do then. I am hoping the time apart will cool things down," Victoria said.

"Of course you can stay, hon. You can take the bed, and I will make up the couch," I said.

"Oh, I don't want to put you out! I can sleep on the couch, Taylor!" she said.

"That's okay, sweetheart, the couch is fine. It's actually quite comfortable - I have fallen asleep on it many times. Besides, you are the guest here!" I insisted.

Victoria turned in her seat and looked at me at that moment. She looked into my eyes and I saw her searching, her eyes flicking back and forth. Then she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. And not just a friendly, thank you kiss. She crushed her lips to mine as if her life depended on it. Her kiss was so intense and passionate it surprised me.

"Wow, that was some kiss, Vicky! You all right?" I asked when she finally came up for air.

"Sorry, I don't know what came over me. I just really needed to kiss you," she said.

"Well you certainly did that!" I said, smiling.

There was a long, uncomfortable silence before Victoria spoke again. "So, umm, did you like it?" she asked looking down and fidgeting with her hands. She always wrung her hands when she was nervous. And she was nervous now.

I hooked my index finger under her lowered chin and raised her face to mine. "Victoria, your kiss was just fine. It was wonderful. I'm sorry that Tom cheated on you but frankly, he's a fool. He's a fool to let someone as sweet and as beautiful as you even think for a moment that you weren't the most important thing in the world to him," I told her.

"Taylor, you are sweet. Thank you," she said. Then she noticed something. A certain part of me enjoyed the kiss a bit more than others!

"Oh my! Did I do that?" she said, looking down. Yes, there was quite a bulge growing in my trousers!

"See, I told you that was a good kiss," I said, smiling at her mischievously.

"Well, thank you for the compliment. I-I needed it," she admitted.

I saw a need. Victoria needed validation. She needed to be wanted. I took the woman by the hand and helped her to stand. As she stood up, I wrapped her in my arms holding her close to me tightly. I leaned forward and kissed her, passionately, deeply, and with all that I had.

Victoria melted into my arms. Her lips parted, inviting my tongue to explore her, and a soft moan escaped her. I pressed myself into her, letting her feel the hardness she was causing, showing her that she was responsible for my state and proving to her that she still had appeal.

We kissed for several moments, and afterwards I held her for a few more. I felt her relax in my arms and she laid her head on my shoulder. I felt the wetness of her tears as they fell onto my shoulder and soaked through my shirt. She raised her head after a bit and I saw her tear-streaked face.

"Thank you, Taylor. Thank you for everything," she whispered.

We sat back down and she leaned into me as we sat and watched some TV before going to bed. She enjoyed the closeness. I was to find out later that her and Tom would often watch TV in separate rooms since they could never agree on what to watch. So the simple act of watching TV with someone else was a real treat for her.

But it was getting late and since I had been woke up earlier than usual that morning, I was getting tired. Victoria had also had a rough day. So I went into the hallway closet and got some extra blankets and a pillow and put them on the sofa.

"Okay, Vicky, you can take the bed. I'll be out here on the sofa. You know your way around so just make yourself at home and relax. We'll work all this out, don't worry," I said. She smiled and kissed me on the cheek and then turned to go into the bedroom closing the door behind her. I turned and made the couch up and got ready for bed myself. I had brought a small alarm clock from the bedroom out so I would wake up for work without waking her and settled in for the night.

It must have been about 30 minutes after I had laid down on the sofa that I heard the soft creak of the bedroom door as it opened.

The sofa was positioned so that I could see the bedroom door from where I laid, and there silhouetted in the doorway by the bedroom light I could see her form.

"Taylor?" she said in a soft voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah Vicky, What's wrong? Do you need something?" I asked. She walked slowly and softly over to where I was and sat on the edge of the couch.

"No, I just can't sleep," she said. I sat up on the couch and was going to keep her company a bit longer.

"I can imagine. It's been a rough day for you today," I said, trying to comfort her, "It's okay. Things will get better, honey."

"Can-can I ask one more favor?" she said, hesitatingly.

"Sure, what is it?"

"Well you have been so wonderful, opening up your home to me and making me feel better. I'm almost afraid to ask,"

"Vicky, what is it? You can ask me anything sweetie," I pressed her.

"Taylor, would you... sleep with me? I just need to feel someone next to me tonight. I don't want to be alone. Please?" she said, looking me in the eyes. I looked into her eyes in return and what I saw there no man could have refused. Not a sexual hunger, but a hunger nonetheless. A need to belong to someone, if only for the night. Victoria was lost and it was up to me to show her the way back.

I got up and took her by the hand leading her back into the bedroom without another word. Once inside the bedroom I shut the door behind us and then took her over to the bedside. Standing in front of her I knew what she needed. I reached up and slipped my robe off her shoulders, slowly letting it slide down her arms to her elbows where I let it drop to the floor behind her. Victoria gasped as the robe fell and she instinctively covered her breasts even though she was still wearing her bra and panties.

I smiled at her and gently moved her hands away. She didn't resist and moved her hands as I guided. Then I took the shoulder straps of her bra and pulled them down over her shoulders until they hung loosely. I reached up and as she watched, biting her lip nervously, I unfastened each clip of her front hook bra one at a time. Finally the last one was undone and her bra opened and fell off her arms.

I took a step back to look at Victoria. I had never seen her in this way before. We had passed in the hall many times. I had seen her in her Daisy Duke cut-off jeans and a tied up shirt in the laundry room. I had even seen her sunbathing on the roof in her bikini once. I knew she was a beautiful woman, but until now, I never realized how beautiful.

Victoria Clarke was a thirty-one year old, five foot-four inch beauty with flaming red hair, green eyes, and the most smoking hot 32DD-25-35 body you ever laid eyes on!

I stood there admiring the stunning vision in front of me. Victoria stood there waiting nervously for some reaction from me. It took me a couple minutes to absorb what I was being given, but then I managed a feeble response.

"You're beautiful, Vicky," I said, because it was the most intelligent thing I could come up with at the time.

She smiled appreciatively, "Thank you."

I leaned forward and kissed her, first on the lips then moving down to her neck. She moaned as my kisses moved further down to her shoulder and onto her collarbone. She arched her back as my kisses left a hot trail down her chest on my way to her ample breasts. As I fastened my mouth over one of her hard, stiff nipples, she reached up and grabbed the back of my head. She forced my mouth down harder on her breast, wanting more of it in my mouth.

I didn't allow her other breast to go unattended for long. I reached up to grab her neglected breast, sinking my fingers into the soft, milky globe. She really did have wonderful breasts and I was enjoying feasting on them.

But as much as I was enjoying her full, firm mother's meat, I knew there was more to explore. And so I regretfully left her heaving breasts, and continued my descent towards her core. I kissed my way across her taunt belly until I reached her softly flared hips.

I knelt down, taking the elastic waistband of her panties in my hands. I paused, looking up at her. She was watching me, biting her lip again as she prepared herself to be stripped bare. I knew that if I did this, things would never again be the same between us - we would never again be just friendly neighbors. But seeing her face and the look in her eyes, I didn't care. I wanted her and I knew she wanted me.

So with a grin reminiscent of a kid sneaking into the cookie jar, I pulled her panties down slowly over her hips and down her long, shapely legs. As her silky undergarment fell down around her delicate ankles, she used my shoulders to steady herself as she daintily stepped out of them. I ran my fingers lightly up the outsides of her legs, enjoying the curve of her calf and the silky smoothness of her lean thighs. As I neared her hips I could sense a change in her breathing.

Her soft, almost imperceptible panting told me she was getting quite aroused at our little game. I smiled to myself and then suddenly stood up, shocking her a bit at the quickness and causing her to gasp as I suddenly appeared in front of her.

I didn't miss a beat though, gently pushing her back onto the bed and she fell backwards, spreading her legs wide in an almost automatic response. I lifted her legs and pushed them towards her shoulders and Victoria grabbed them holding her legs wide apart and giving me unimpeded access to her pussy.

And what a beautiful pussy it was too, tight and compact with the lips just barely peeking out from inside her peach, as if it were a flower just beginning to bloom. She kept herself shaved except for a trim triangle of the same fiery red hair just above her clit. I could see the first few droplets of her juice and I knew she was as eager as I was for this to happen.

I positioned myself between her raised legs and got my face close to her steaming hole. Her musky, fragrant aroma was heady and I drank it in deeply, inhaling her arousal scent before I began.

"Please Taylor," she moaned as she waited impatiently for me to begin. I looked up at her smiling, then shoved my face into her sodden crotch. My tongue knew just what to do next and took over, burrowing through the folds of her pussy lips and diving deep into her warm wet tunnel.

"Ohhh fuck! Yesss," Victoria moaned as she pressed her hips upwards towards my mouth. She pulled her legs further apart wanting more as I began long, slow laps with the flat of my tongue over her sensitive lips and clit. I stopped to, not so gently, bite her inner thighs close to her pussy, which tore gasps and whimpers from her before I went back to her now drenched pussy. Her juices were leaking out steadily now and I lapped them up, occasionally sucking her pussy lips into my mouth or gently nipping at her clit. Varying my technique kept her on edge and her whimpers, gasps, and moans guided each next action.

"Oh God, Taylor. Oh please, I need you," she pleaded. She let go of her legs to reach down and try to pull me up to her. I couldn't refuse and left her soaked pussy to move up her body. She pulled my face to hers kissing me deeply, tasting her own juices on my lips and tongue. We kissed and shared her taste for a few moments before she pushed me off of her. I rolled off her and onto my back beside her and she moved quickly between my legs. She took my already hard cock in her hands and smiling up at me sweetly, she began her own teasing.

She licked the full length of my shaft from base to tip over and over like a little girl with a Popsicle. She ran the tip of her tongue over the head of my cock, and poked it into the peehole at the tip. Then, when she felt she had covered my entire cock in her saliva, she gobbled the meaty shaft down her throat. She worked me further and further down until she had me completely in her mouth and throat. Her nose was pressed again my abdomen and I felt her throat muscles squeezing my cock tightly.

It felt incredible! She held me there for as long as she could, then pulled back out gasping and choking a bit. Once she got a couple precious gulps of air back into her lungs, she went back down again. Once more I was nestled deep in her throat and once more she held me there until she had to come up for air. Twice more my cock enjoyed her throat hugs and then she began a more conventional sucking as her head bobbed up and down on my now very rigid cock.

As she worked me with her mouth she also used her hand in a twisted jacking-off motion timed with her mouth. It was the most incredible feeling I had ever felt and I knew that I wouldn't be able to last for long. I was harder than I can remember being and my cock was screaming to be inside her.

Victoria seemed to sense that too, because just when I didn't think I could take much more, she stopped and climbed up to squat over my lap. She took my cock in her hand again and aimed the meat missile at her dripping pussy. She eased herself down onto my pole, skewering herself on my cock and settling down until she sat fully on my legs with my cock buried deep inside her.

"Ohhh fuck, Taylor you feel so good inside me," she said, as she slowly began rocking forward and back, my cock sliding in and out of her tight slippery hole. I had to agree with her - it felt just as good to be in her as it was for her to have me there. I reached up and put my hands on the sides of her ribcage to steady her as she reached up and began playing with her breasts while I watched. She pinched and tugged and twisted her nipples as she rocked gently on my cock, the whole package of sensations bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

She wasn't the only one climbing Orgasm Mountain either. The feeling of her wet, tight hole wrapped around my aching cock was almost too much for me to handle. This gorgeous, sexy, lust-driven angel was taking me to heaven with her.

"Vicky, I'm going to cum, honey," I said before long. I wanted to warn her so she would have a chance to get off. I didn't know her situation but I knew I wasn't wearing a condom.

"Yes, baby, cum for me, cum in my pussy, Taylor! I want to feel you cum deep inside me. Give me your cum! Cum for me please!" she said, rocking faster.

Never say I refused a lady! A couple moments after the request was made I felt my cock swell and stiffen and the old familiar tingle in my balls. "Here I cum, honey. Here I cummm!" I said, as I shot the first of several white hot ropes of sticky cum deep in her pussy. I splashed my seed against the walls of her pussy and did my level best to fill her entire pussy with my cum.

The feeling of my cum hitting her insides was all it took for her to fall over the edge as well, and just as I was crying out my orgasm, she screamed hers as well.

"Ohhhmyyy goddd! Ohh fuck, Taylor, Ohhh fuucckk!"

Together we filled her pussy to overflowing as it leaked out around my cock to soak both our legs and then run down to create a growing wet stain on the bed below us. Neither of us thought we would ever stop cumming, but eventually we did.

She collapsed, sweaty and panting desperately, on my chest. My cock remained inside her for awhile as it slowly shrank and finally plopped out with a wet, but happy sound. I wrapped my arms around her and held her for a long time as our breathing and heartbeats returned to normal. We fell into a very satisfied and content sleep that night.

. . . . .

Victoria Clarke filed for divorce once her husband returned a few days later - she said his unfaithfulness was something she just couldn't get past. Apparently, this was not the first time he had been with another woman and she finally got tired of being his, fall-back piece of ass, as she called it.

I had no regrets, even though I had played a part in the drama. He was the one who turned her towards me and as the old saying goes, "Appreciate your girl, love your girl, and respect your girl - or someone else will."

Well, someone else did. And now I am enjoying what Tom was too foolish to hang on to. You can bet that I won't make the same mistake. We haven't used the "L" word just yet, but we both feel that way. And one day when she is ready, I hope to make that sexy, passionate, redhead mine permanently!

The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over sixteen (16) years of age.