Free Story – Welcome To The Neighborhood

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In a complex populated mainly by gays, a new resident gets a very warm welcome

When I moved into my new condo, it was a relief to get away from the situation I’d been in. My (former) girlfriend and I had been at odds for months, and it seemed best just to call it quits and move on. My new neighborhood was nice, with lots of trees, a big green space in the back, and a communal vegetable garden. It would be restful and quiet, I hoped—a welcome change from the last six months.

My first night in the new condo, I was surrounded by boxes and didn’t know where anything was. Extremely tired, I decided to skip dinner. A knock on the door surprised me. I opened it to find a girl holding a big pot. Great, I thought, the neighborhood welcoming committee has sent over a casserole.

“Hi, I’m Karen, your neighbor. Thought you might be hungry after the move.”

I was hungry and for more than dinner. But I figured the cute redhead was probably straight.

“I am hungry.” I tried not to wrinkle my nose at the thought of well-meant but boring tuna and noodles. “I don’t know if I can find plates, but I’ll manage something. Thanks. And my name is Rose.”
Karen stood there as if she were waiting to be asked to sit down, although with all the debris strewn about, finding an empty seat would be difficult. “I saw the rainbow sticker on your car. I want you to know that you have friends here.”
“Friends?”

“Yes. Most of us here in the complex are gay. No one planned it. It just happened.” She laughed. “If you aren’t attached, you won’t have to spend many nights alone, unless you choose to.”
“You will stay for dinner, won’t you?” I asked, clearing the kitchen chairs and table.
As soon as we finished the paella (it wasn’t tuna and noodles!), Karen set to helping me put things away. We chatted and laughed as she helped me hang up clothes and unpack. The movers had set up the bed. Karen flipped half of a fitted sheet across to me on the other side. As soon as we had it tucked in, she said, “Lie down, Rose. You’re surely exhausted from the move. I know just the thing—a body massage.”

Karen’s hands were soothing; I stretched out and let her work.

First, she tackled my tight back and shoulders with the hands of a magician. Instantly the tension and fatigue began to dissipate. She worked lower, on my hips and waist, and of course, I was soaking wet at the intimate touch of a girl. She worked the back of my legs, down my calves, and I was shuddering in anticipation. But this might be merely a friendly gesture, not sexual, I thought, so I tried to restrain my impulses.

“Turn over,” Karen said, and I happily complied. She’d somehow slipped off her jeans and black T-shirt and was wearing only a pair of skimpy blue panties. When she leaned over to me, her full breasts brushed against mine, and I was out of my jeans and bra in an instant.

She was still massaging my shoulders and upper arms, but by now I was ready for a full massage of a different sort. When I pulled her to me and kissed her, her hands kept working over my body, kneading my breasts and sucking my nipples as I fondled hers.

I don’t know who was getting massaged at that point. We were both all hands, exploring and touching, and trying to hold back touching each other’s cunt. It was only an instant more before she was in mine and me in hers. Her warm wetness was incredibly welcoming to someone who hadn’t had sex in at least half a year. My heat flared up as she nuzzled my neck and massaged my clit.
“Oh yes, oh yes, that feels so good!” I was dripping wet and aching for her to lick me, but she inserted her fingers inside my cunt and thrust in and out with such strength and fullness that I nearly took off right then.

There was no doubt, she was an expert at this and held me back until I was even higher, circling my hard nub, rubbing around it, and finally parting my lower lips and tickling the tip with her tongue.

Even as tired as I was, it took only a few seconds of her powerful sucking to bring me to climax. I was so ready, so needy for the touch of a woman that I convulsed in wave after wave of contractions.
And I was just as ravenous for her salty taste as I had been for her to fuck me. I explored all of her warm creases, her secret places, her oozing wetness, nibbling up and down her folds until I settled on her stiffened nub and sucked her to orgasm. She responded by moaning and contracting over and over. Welcome to the neighborhood, indeed!

The next day I was still unpacking and putting things away when I again heard someone at the door. A close-cropped blonde in tight shorts and a tank top said, “Hi, I’m Carol. I wanted to introduce myself.”

“Hi, Carol. I’m Rose. Come on in.” At least the place didn’t still look like a garage sale, thanks to Karen’s help.
“You’ve made a lot of progress already getting things organized.”

“Yes,” I said. “One of the neighbors, Karen, came over last night and helped me. I couldn’t have gotten this much done without her.”
“Oh, so you’ve met Karen. You have to be very careful with her. She’ll take advantage of you. You should have seen what she did to me the day I moved in, with her ‘Oh let me give you a massage’ routine.”

“Oh? She wasn’t helpful to you?” I thought how Karen’s massage had given me the best sleep I’d had in months, not to mention the best orgasm I’d had in years.

“Oh, she’s helpful all right,” Carol sniffed. “But she’s helpful to everyone like that.”

Clearly, there was a little jealousy going on here. I had no interest in causing anyone to get upset, so I said, “I’m going to make us some iced tea. You can tell me about the people who live here. All Karen said was that a lot of gay girls live in the complex. How did I get so lucky?”

“Yes, we have a lot of interesting parties and things going on. Everyone is quite friendly, but Karen seems to take being friendly to extremes.”
Carol sat on the newly unearthed sofa with her legs slightly apart and her tank top ready to spill out its contents. I thought for a moment as I stared at her that she shifted her legs even farther apart. As I handed her the tea, I couldn’t help notice that her nipples were erect.

“Sit here by me,” Carol said. “I want to get to know you.” She had only to ask. I was next to her in an instant, as she crossed her legs on the sofa and let me peek at a fringe of curly hair and a pink fold at the crotch of her shorts. I was probably visibly drooling at this point.

I hardly knew what would happen next. Carol put her hand down between her legs and pulled over the fabric of the shorts so that I could see just about all of her lush, moist glory. She put her fingers on her clitoris and began manipulating it, as I sat there with my mouth gaping.

“Would you like a little help with that?” I asked her.

“Yes, if you like. I seem to have an itch that I can’t quite reach. Maybe you can.”
I moved over to her and placed my fingers on her flushed, dripping cunt. She held the black fabric of her shorts to one side as I manipulated her clit and probed her curled folds and creases. I was just able to insert a finger into her waiting hole and wiggled it back and forth.

From a pocket, she produced a mini-vibrator and handed it to me. “Put it inside me,” she said, “and pull on my clit.”

The tiny rocket took off up inside her and I rubbed, rolled, and tugged gently on her scarlet nubbin. Her eyes were closed and, tank top raised, she was twisting her nipples, moaning and panting. As her breathing became shallower, she seemed to grind down against the vibrator.

“Faster, faster,” she pleaded, as she came closer to getting off. I rubbed her clit as fast as I could as she began jerking and twitching, screaming out, “Oh, god, more, harder.”
Finally satisfied, she unbuttoned my shirt and began kissing my breasts and sucking my nipples, reaching down inside my pants without unzipping them at first, but then lowering the zipper until she could put her hand inside my panties and work her way down to the flooded flesh awaiting her.

When she inserted her finger, it drove me wild. I was aroused from watching her touch herself, and her fingering me pushed me even higher. She continued to touch and probe inside my panties until she couldn’t get in as far as both of us wanted her to, so she pulled my jeans down to my hips.

Carol placed the small but powerful vibrator against my clit, and my reaction was nearly automatic. With her fingers up my cunt and the little vibrator kneading my clit with powerful, even sensations, I couldn’t wait a second more and erupted into spasms and contractions.

It was incredible. I climaxed over and over, each contraction seeming stronger than the last.

When Carol left, I began to wonder just what sort of place I’d moved into. Were all the neighbors this friendly?
It was early evening and I was outside looking over the garden spot in the back, contemplating planting something in the space allotted to me, when I heard a car pull up. A girl emerged from a Jeep carrying a tray of plants. “Hey,” she yelled to me, “do you want to help me put in these tomatoes? Think of all the great salads we’ll have later this summer.”

She was handsome, maybe in her late twenties, and her stylish hair and hot-looking smile told me she was probably another dyke. I certainly hoped so.

“Sure, why not? But I don’t think I can find my garden tools yet. I’ll have to use yours.”
“And after we plant, I’ll bring over supper.”
“Great,” I said. “You probably need to know the name of the person who’s about to handle your tomatoes. I’m Rose.”“I’m Gail. And, thanks, because I can’t let just any stranger handle my tomatoes. I’m a little fussier than that.”

Watching her bent over the rows of dirt planting vegetables, now changed into shorts so that I was watching her ass, made me wonder if I would be welcomed to the complex yet again, but I didn’t have to ponder it long. She said, “Let’s get washed up and have dinner.”

She appeared at my door five minutes later bearing a basket that made it look like she’d cleaned out the deli. I’d set plates on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Let’s skip dinner, I thought, and get right to the welcoming part. Gail had changed clothes into a pair of light green lounging pants with a matching low-cut top that tied just under her breasts.

“I’ve met Karen and Carol already. Everyone seems to be friendly here.”
Tearing off a chicken leg and reaching for a piece of focaccia, Gail said with a sniff, “Oh, those two. They’ve always got to be first when someone new moves in. They may have been first, but I,” she said as she undid the tie of her blouse and loosening her full breasts, “am definitely a shade above that. I know how to make you feel welcome here.”

Gee, why did I wait so long to move? I was going to like it here a lot.