The Neighbor
By JennyBlyth@aol.com
Chapter One

   "Steven is home alone, Dara," Marilyn said as her roommate came 
into the house at 545 PM on Thursday. "I saw his parents leave 
about twenty minutes ago in evening clothes."
   "Mm," Dara responded. "Steven is such a hunk."
   The two beautiful Afro-American women lived together in a 
comfortable two-story house on 64th Lane in a quiet part of 
Glendale, Queens in New York City.
   Dara Skinner was a glamorous 34 year old woman with shoulder 
length black hair who was nurse at Elmhurst Hospital. She worked in 
the postoperative section. Her white uniform showed off her 5' 7", 
130#, 36-25-36 body to perfection. She moved with a grace and 
fluidity that belied her above average size.
   Marilyn Dowden was a beautiful 36 year old woman with curly, 
shoulder length brown hair who worked in the Queens County Civil 
Court Clerk's office. She was 5' 5" and 118# and boasted an 
enticing 36-26-34 figure.
   While both women were used to having both Afro-American and 
white men admire their figures and indeed enjoyed it, they enjoyed 
watching and teasing white men.
   They first noticed 17 year old Steven Parker when he moved into 
the house next door about four months ago with his mother and 
father. They tried to talk with him but he seemed to be very shy 
around the two black women. He was a white hunk at 5'9" and 175 
pounds but he just did not seem much interested in the two black 
women.
   Dara and Marilyn were now sitting at their kitchen table 
drinking Diet Cokes.
   "I would love to get into his pants," Marilyn said.
   "So would I," Dara said. "But all we can do is just dream about 
him. Unless we take matters into our own hands."
   "But how?" Marilyn asked.
   Dara paused before answering.
   "I don't think it would do any good asking him over for dinner 
again," Dara said. "He is always avoiding us. He is either not 
interested in black women or he is painfully shy."
   "Or he's gay," Marilyn smiled.
   "What ever," Dara responded. "But I think we should take matters 
into our own hands. We could lure Steven into the house on some 
pretext. Then we can overpower him and take off some of his clothes 
so he can't escape."
   "That just sounds too easy, Dara," Marilyn said. "How could we 
ever do we do it? He's bigger than either one of us and we could 
really get hurt trying something like that."
   "You know, Marilyn, I think if we work together we can handle 
him," Dara said. "I know that I am pretty strong and can give most 
men a good tussle and if need be I can be murder on a man in the 
clinches. Moreover, I know that you are stronger then you look, 
Marilyn. Besides you know a little about handling a man yourself. 
Remember that guy in the train? He is probably still hurting from 
that knee you rammed into his belly."
   "I don't know, Dara," Marilyn said slowly. "I really don't think 
we can take Steven on even together."
"Well," Dara said with a smile. "Let's use a little strategy and 
some feminine weapons. I have been thinking about a plan for a few 
weeks now. First we have to lure Steven into the house here. We 
would have to make it seem like there is only one of us at home at 
the time. He would probably be to shy and uneasy with both of us at 
home. I will dress real ladylike and go over to his house and lure 
him over here. Once I get him into the house I will turn on my 
feminine charm and get him into a necking session. I will start 
loosening Steven's clothes until he discovers what I am up to. Then 
when I call out to you for help. You come out from where you are 
hiding and we will overpower him and take off his clothes. That 
should slow him down."
   After listening to Dara's plan Marilyn still had some doubts.
   "Come on, Marilyn, let's do it," Dara said. "Steven's a stud. 
You know you are itching to get your hands on him. I know I am. It 
will be fun."
   Marilyn finally agreed and went into the bedroom to hide while 
Dara left the house and walked across the lawn. She rang Steven's 
front door bell and after a moment or he opened his front door.
   "Hi, Steven," Dara said breezily.
   Dara sized Steven up. He was a light haired 17-year-old young 
man. Steven smiled at her in a shy way. Dara knew then and there 
that she and Marilyn just had to have him.
   "Hi," Steven said slowly.
   "Could I borrow muscles for a few minutes?" Dara asked quickly 
with a dazzling smile. "I need to move a couch and I can't do it by 
myself."
   "Uh, well-------" Steven started.
   "Ah, it will only take a minute," Dara coaxed. "Please, Steven."
   "OK," Steven said. "If you are really in need of help."
   Steven followed Dara into her house and in a few minutes he had 
the couch where she wanted it.
   "Why, thank you very much, Steven," Dara said. "It was very kind 
of you. Now perhaps I can repay you with a kiss."
   Dara moved close to Steven as he stood before the couch. Steven 
backed up a step but before Steven could say anything she put her 
arms around him and gave him a long, vigorous kiss. Her hands 
roamed over his body and she ascertained that he was not 
particularly muscular. Just average.
Dara ended the kiss and grasped Steven's shoulders.
"Mm, that was delicious," Dara smiled." Shall we try some more?"
   Without waiting for a reply Dara embraced Steven again, only 
this time she leaned her full weight against him, her breasts 
pressing into his chest and made him stumble backwards onto the 
couch, her body atop his.
   Steven was thoroughly taken back by Dara's aggressiveness. He 
had never been in such a position before. Never had such a 
beautiful woman thrown herself at him with such abandon and he 
wondered what had possessed her.
   Steven had little time to think about the reasons for Dara was 
forcing his attention elsewhere. Her tongue forced its way into his 
mouth and was exploring inside his mouth while her hands were 
roaming all over his body again. Dara could feel Steven's initial 
stiffness and uncertainty start to melt under her expert 
ministrations. He apparently was beginning to enjoy it. His arms 
went about her and he tentatively began to explore her body. She 
smiled thinking about how short his pleasure would be.
   As soon as Dara felt that Steven's hands were busy on her and 
that his attention was fixed thoroughly on the pleasure of the 
moment she started to go to work. She kept her left arm around him 
while she sneaked her right hand down to his waist to undo the 
clasp on his trousers and ease his zipper open. Now Dara had the 
more difficult task of working Steven's trousers down over his 
hips. To accomplish this she began to move and toss about, 
ostensibly to add variety to the necking. This made Steven move too 
and every time he raised a hip Dara gave a slight tug on that side 
of his trousers.
   However, by the time that Dara had Steven's trousers pulled 
halfway down his thighs he figured out what she was up to.
   "Hey," Steven yelled pushing Dara off of him. "What are you 
doing?"
   Dara knew her curves no longer were effective but she was 
feeling confident and she grabbed at Steven's trousers.
   "Just a little kidnapping, Steven," Dara said smiling. "We're 
going to show you how good black women are. Come on, Marilyn, let's 
get him."
   Horrified Steven struck out angrily at Dara and clipped her on 
the chin, tumbling her off of the couch and onto the floor. The 
blow hurt Dara and she knew that Steven would not hesitate to hit 
either her or Marilyn, hard, to prevent his capture.
   "Quick, Marilyn," Dara cried.
   Steven hurriedly rose to his feet, pulled up his trousers and 
fastened the clasp.

The Neighbor
Chapter 2
   Marilyn rushed out of the bedroom where see had been hiding and 
jumped Steven from behind.
   "Gotcha," Marilyn said.
   Marilyn threw her chocolate colored left arm around Steven's 
neck, cutting off his air supply and grabbed his hair painfully 
with her right hand. Steven started throwing elbows violently.
   "Ahhh----," Marilyn cried out.
   Marilyn released Steven as one of his elbows caught Marilyn in 
the pit of her stomach and she sagged to the floor. Steven started 
to move quickly towards the door. However, Dara, still on her back, 
stuck out her beautiful, ebony right leg and tripped him, sending 
Steven sprawling to the floor on his stomach.
   "Shit," Steven cried out.
   Both Steven and Dara scrambled to their feet and raced towards 
the door. Steven reached the door first but as he turned the 
doorknob Dara stopped him by grabbing the top of his trousers in 
the middle of his back with both hands.
   "Whoa, sugar," Dara said. "You're not going to get away now."
   To Steven's amazement he could not pull Dara after him. He could 
not believe that this lovely black creature was strong enough to 
hold him. Steven was further amazed when Dara planted her lovely 
ebony right foot against the side of the doorframe and began 
straightening her lovely black leg. He was pulled away from the 
door and he heard the clasp of his trousers break from the tension. 
He reached down to redo it and Dara took advantage of this to reach 
down and grab both of his cuffs. She jerked up and his feet flew 
out from under him. Steven tumbled to the floor, rolling onto his 
back before he could stop his momentum.
   Dara crouched over Steven like a black panther and noticed that 
her last tug pulled his trousers down halfway on his thighs. With a 
gleam in her eyes, Dara slammed a red high heel to the floor in the 
space between Steven's crotch and the top of his trousers. Dara 
then knelt down to place one well-rounded black knee on his belly 
as she tried to wiggle her leg through the opening between his 
thighs so that he could not pull his trousers up. Steven tried to 
rise but Dara caught his chin with the heel of her hand and jolted 
his head back.
   "Stay down," Dara ordered.
   Steven was knocked flat on his back and his head rang as it 
struck the floor hard. This took the fight out of Steven for a few 
seconds and a look of panic spread across his face as he now 
realized that he was going to lose the battle. He knew that this 
lovely, exotic, black creature atop him, who had admired him and 
watched him secretly for weeks now, was determined not to let him 
get away. Dara was a strong, efficient and deadly foe. Steven 
grabbed at Dara but she merely flung his arms away.
   "Is that the best you can do?" Dara teased.
   Dara was now smiling at Steven's frustrations as she continued 
to wiggle her leg over the top of his trousers until her knee 
rested firmly on the floor. Dara shifted her position so that she 
sat with her full weight bearing down on Steven's hips and thighs.
   "Now, my fine young white stud," Dara laughed. "We have you 
where we want you. Let's just see how much fight you have without 
your pants."
   "Let me go," Steven demanded.
   Steven tried to toss this devilish black creature off, but Dara 
was so firmly seated that he could hardly budge her.
   "Make me," Dara giggled.
   Dara pinched and tickled Steven until he gave up and ceased 
struggling for the moment. By now Marilyn had regained her breath 
and was eager to rejoin the battle and get even with Steven for the 
elbow to her stomach that he gave her. Marilyn now stood over 
Steven's head and looked own at him.
   "You look cute on your back like that," Marilyn said with a 
smile.
   "Good girl, Marilyn, back to the battle," Dara said with a 
smile. "I've got him under control down here. You sit on him up 
there and I'll remove his pants."
   "Only glad to," Marilyn said.
   Looking up Steven saw Marilyn smiling down at him. Marilyn was 
not as big as the black vixen pining his hips but she seemed just 
as determined.
   "I have just the way to do it, Dara," Marilyn said. "I'll give 
him a bird's eye view of my panties."
   Marilyn hitched up her blue skirt and with a rustle of silk and 
nylon began to sit down on Steven's face.
   "No," Steven yelled. "Don't."
   "Yes," Marilyn responded with a giggle.
   Steven raised his hands to ward her off.
   "That won't stop me," Marilyn laughed.
   Marilyn grabbed Steven's hands and sat hard on his face cutting 
off his protests were cut off and blocking his vision as he was 
squashed by a pair of pink silk panties and surrounded by a jungle 
of nylons, skirts and negligee. He could hardly move or breathe. 
Marilyn added to his discomfort by bouncing up and down a few 
times.
   "Beautiful, beautiful," laughed Dara. "How appropriate."
   Steven could feel Dara shift her position and start to remove 
his trousers. He bucked desperately but got nowhere. Nearly 250 
pounds of shapely but surprisingly strong black womanhood was 
seated strategically atop him and he did not have a chance. 
Marilyn, who was sitting on Steven's head, was only average size 
but she knew how to pinch, claw and pull at his hands and fingers 
so that he could not get a good hold of her. Moreover, every place 
that Steven did grab seemed to be covered by slippery nylon or 
fragile feminine undergarments that frustrated him further. Dara, 
who was sitting on Steven's hips, knew exactly how to use her 
weight to prevent him from kicking.
   "Big white boy," Dara laughed. "Taken by two little black 
women."
   "Steven's just like all white boys," Marilyn teased. "He's just 
a mommy's boy."
   "He's our little boy now," Dara teased.
   "The white mama's boys," Marilyn laughed. "Now has two black 
mommies to please."
   Dara's and Marilyn's teasing angered Steven. He wished he could 
do something, but he was as helpless as a baby. Neither Dara nor 
Marilyn looked as strong as they turned out to be and it seemed 
like they had muscles they had saved just for him.
   Damn both these black bitches, Steven thought.
   Dara, the exotic one for being so irresistible and luring him 
into their house on the pretense to move a couch. Then being so 
strong and efficient in battling him. And Marilyn for knowing how 
well she could hold him down by sitting on his head.

The Neighbor
 Chapter 3
   Dara had left leg pressing into Steven's stomach and her right 
nyloned leg pressing into his upper right thigh. Her right knee was 
touching the floor between his legs, her right thigh was just 
barely touching his undershorts and balls. Dara worked Steven's 
trousers to his ankles where his shoes blocked the final removal of 
his trousers.
   "Let's get these shoes and socks off," Dara said matter of 
factly. "They are only getting in the way."
   Steven started to buck and raised his arms up. Marilyn grasped 
his wrists and held them tightly as Dara removed Steven's shoes and 
socks.
   "There," Dara said happily. "That's better."
   Dara then finished pulling off his trousers and straddling his 
knees she held Steven's trousers aloft triumphantly.
   "To the victors belongs the spoils," Dara shouted gleefully.
   "Three cheers for us," Marilyn added.
   "Let's get his shirt and undershirt off," Dara said.
   "Let's," Marilyn agreed with a giggle.
   Dara and Marilyn then teamed up and removed Steven's shirt and 
undershirt. Steven was now only wearing his boxer shorts. Steven 
felt Dara grasp the top of them.
   "Shall we remove these too?" Dara asked with a gleeful wink.
   "Let's let Steven keep them awhile," Marilyn said slyly. "Maybe 
later we will find it necessary to take them off."
   Marilyn then rose from her seat on Steven's head.
   "Uh hah," Steven sighed in relief.
Dara quickly ended Steven's relief as she moved up to straddle 
Steven's chest, her nylon encased thighs pressing tightly against 
his biceps, holding his arms to his side and the fingers of her 
right hand interlaced the fingers of his left hand, pressing the 
back of his left hand against her right ankle. She had a smile on 
her face as Marilyn gathered up his clothes.
   "You won't be needing these," Marilyn said brightly.
   Marilyn left the room with Steven's clothes.
   "Now, Steven," Dara said sweetly. "Do you know why you are 
here?"
   Steven did not reply and after several seconds Dara reached back 
with her left hand and grabbed his shorts.
   "Talk, Steven," Dara demanded.
   "I don't know," Steven stuttered.
   "It's because you are such an attractive white guy," Dara smiled 
down at him. "You know  we have been watching you for a few weeks. 
We wanted to ask you out but you seemed so shy. And besides your 
mommy and daddy don't look like the understanding type and we just 
knew they would object if you got to close to a couple of older 
black women."
   "You're right," Steven said slowly. "They would and I do too."
   "And your thoughts don't count either, Steven," Dara said with a 
smile. "You see it's what Marilyn and I want that counts and both 
of us want you. So we decided that the only way we could get you 
was to steal you."
   "Come on," Steven said in an unbelieving voice. "You are both 
old enough to be my mother."
   "What a disgusting thought," Marilyn laughed wickedly.
   Marilyn had come back into the room. Unnoticed by Steven she 
locked the doors so he could not run out.
   "I agree," Dara laughed. "Now what are we going to do with this 
young white boy young enough to be our son?"
   "Please let me go," Steven begged. "I won't go to the police."
   "Please let me go," Dara mimicked him.
   "I won't go to the police," Marilyn chimed in.
   "Come on, ladies," Steven begged. "Please."
   Steven's pleas were so fervent and appeared so sincere that Dara 
and Marilyn appeared to soften.
   "I won't tell my parents," Steven pleaded.
   Dara and Marilyn smiled at each other.
   "Let's let the big baby go," Marilyn said.
   "Yeah," Dara agreed. "We don't want a cry baby."
    Marilyn left the room and came back with Steven's clothes. Dara 
got off Steven.
   "Okay," Dara said. "You can go."
    Steven got up slowly, took his clothes from Marilyn and then 
walked to the door. Dara and Marilyn watched him.