EXTRACT FOR
My Boyfriend's Neighbor
(Mistress Daria)

"Do I make you nervous?"



I nod slowly, looking down but finding the courage to slip my hand on top of her where it rests on my knee. I want to keep her there, and I want so much more, if I could only tell her...



She slides our hands just a little bit higher up my leg, to my thigh. My heart starts to pound in my ears, and I can feel it in my pussy. It's like my pussy is on fire, overheating, her hand so close... She's leaning in now, so close to me, whispering in my ear, "Tell me, Jenny... Why do I make you nervous?"



She pulls back to look at me as I struggle for the words to tell her. I take a deep breath. "Because... you make me feel things..." my voice is shaking. "...that I'm not supposed to feel." My cigarette rolls out of my fingers into the ashtray, like I'm too weak to hold onto it anymore. My other hand is stroking the back of her now as it moves higher, and I guide her to the edge of my panties and then further, her fingertips grazing the wet spot at my pussy. My eyes meet her and I press her fingers against the wet cotton. "Do you feel that?" I ask softly, like it's a secret.



She nods, and strokes my cunt through the panties, leaning in close to me so she can stroke me harder. I moan softly. "You make me feel like such a bad girl..."



"You're a very bad girl, Jenny," she tells me sternly in my ear. I feel her breath tickling me there, oh, her breath, so warm. I move my fingers over her and help her rub my hot pussy through the panties, almost like I'm using her hand to masturbate...



I feel her teeth on my ear, now her tongue, and I groan. I can't even control myself anymore, so greedy for her. I slip out of my chair and down to my knees on the floor, kneeling in between her legs.



"I am," I whisper in her ear. I kiss her earlobe softly, and then I nip at it with my teeth. She rubs my pussy harder through the panties and I moan into her ear, unable to resist one more dirty whispered plea. "Please, Michele... punish me..."



I move in to kiss her and she grips my shoulders tightly, holding me in place so I can't inch closer to her. The look in her eyes-- what is that? Anger? Lust? Disgust? God, please let it not be that...