Jar Of Hearts

Chapter 7 Booty Call

I suddenly felt bad for Sasha. She was just a young girl who had barely reached the realm of adulthood.

"Usually, when I have nothing to do, I like coming over here to pass the time. After all, someone like me can't afford to go to fancy places.” My tone was tinged with a little bitterness.

"Don’t belittle yourself like that,” Sasha argued softly. “Work is work. They’re all the same. It’s just that… living’s not that easy."

With an acrid smile, Sasha clinked my glass again and downed her drink in one gulp.

“Hey, now. Don’t go overboard with the alcohol, Miss. You should fill your stomach with some food first.” As if hearing my words, the owner’s wife came over with our plate of burgers. I took this opportunity to take away the girl’s glass.

The two of us, with an age difference of over ten years, sat there and chatted away over our meal. We conversed so much that I could not even remember what we talked about.

Time flew by, and both of us had a bit too much to drink, but we somehow managed to stumble over to the basement I had rented.

With our arms over each other’s shoulders, we made our way to my home. Then I blurrily noticed someone crouching in the hallway.

It was the woman who lived in the apartment next to mine. If I remember correctly, two of them lived in that place, and they ran a shop together close-by.

Even though I rarely bumped into her, this woman had made a deep impression on me. Every night, I could practically hear her moans through the wall as they f**k without consideration for my lonely and deprived self. Only God knew the torture they put me through.

It definitely added some spice to my life, though.

She appeared to be smoking. When she saw me coming home with a young woman, her mouth curled to a smirk. “Oh? Big catch tonight, huh?”

I gave her a drunken grin but did not reply to her taunt. As Sasha and I entered my apartment, the stench of rotting food assaulted our noses.

“Jesus! The f*****g state of your room, it’s certainly screaming single to me.” Sasha sat on my bed, laughing at me, probably still shitfaced.

At that moment, I sobered up. “You can sleep here. I’ll go.” After all, she was Erin’s niece. No matter how drunk I was, I still could not lay my hand on her.

“All you men are the same. Y’all pretend to be nice and say you don’t want it, but you’re already revved and ready to go, aren’t you?” She stood up, blocked my way out, and then threw herself on me.

“I’m nothing but a no-good slut in my daddy’s eyes anyway. He’ll never love me as much as he used to, and it’s all because of that damn ex-wife of yours. If that’s what he believes, then so be it.”

I knew she was sad when she said this; I could see the tears in her eyes. She curled her leg around my hip and timidly caressed my chest with her little hand. In wonder, she explored my torso and slowly but surely started journeying down.

It was obvious that she was new to this, but her cute attempts still stirred my libido.

Fueled by alcohol and her warm body in my embrace, if I did not get aroused from this, then I would probably be embarrassed to call myself a man.

“Just remember, you’re the one who started—” Before I could even finish, Sasha’s warm lips pressed into mine. Her tongue sloppily slipped into my mouth, exploring it wantonly.

How many years has it been since I felt this numb tingle? It reminds me of hot-f*****g-Aspen-Lynn.

I immediately shook those thoughts away. Right now was not the time to think about that slut.

My hot c**k was released by a gentle pull, and I could clearly feel Sasha’s body trembling as it sprang out.

Don’t tell me the little lady never had the real deal before? I knew she was pure!

Talk about winning the lottery. I did not expect two pies to fall on my lap just within these two days. Lord have mercy on me.

My hands reached down, and as I had expected, she was already a sopping wet mess down there.

“Give it to me,” she purred in my ear. I could feel her hot breath tickling me like an arrow right through my heart.

Of course, things always get held up when it comes to stripping. I was almost breathing as hard as Thomas-the-damn-tooting-train-engine as I struggled to take my clothes off. My cells were practically screaming with need and were constantly erupting with desire.

I threw her on the bed and went down on her. My hot mouth sucked on Sasha’s erect c**t. Crying out in pleasure, she grabbed my head with both of her hands.

Fuck, she tastes so sweet.

Her groin chased my lips, and I obligingly sucked her harder and deeper. With a finger, I inserted it into her p***y hole.

“Ahh…” she screamed, tugging my hair out.

Now both my tongue and finger were stimulating her hot cunt. Her body writhed from the s****l intensity, and not long after, she gave out an earth-shattering scream as she orgasmed in my mouth.

Her body collapsed on the bed as she tasted her first-ever orgasm. I grinned at the adorable satisfied face she was making. Of course, I was not planning on stopping there. As I kissed her, I pressed my body on top, guiding my c**k with a hand toward her dripping p***y.

As I had expected, Sasha’s body was just like undiscovered land. I noticed a familiar obstruction as I ate her out just then.

Putting my tip on the entrance of her p***y, both of us moaned in contentment.

“Are you ready?" I asked, letting out a low groan. "I’m going in.”

“Yes… Please… Give it to me…” This girl was needier than I expected. Before I could push my c**k deeper, she raised her hips in one thrust.

Squelch!

I heard it loud and clear, that sound when I broke through the thin film. Pausing for a moment, I felt a warm liquid sliding over my length.

The pain of having her cherry popped made Sasha hold onto me tight, with her sharp nails digging into my flesh. Her painful embrace only furthered my excitement in tasting this young and enthusiastic body.

I started slowly, trying to get her familiar with my shape while I eased her pain away by giving her wet sloppy kisses.

With the help of my past experiences, I knew how to extend our pleasure to the fullest, filling the room with echoes of a girl’s pleading moans, filled with both pain and pleasure.

As I continued to plow her tight cunt, I sucked one of her t**s while I fondled the other. As my thrusts started to gain momentum, I was worried whether this rickety old bed would be able to withstand the pressure.

Then, I heard a loud cough from next door.

It was them, my two let’s-f**k-every-night neighbors.

I scoffed and did not give them any mind, but rather, I went even harder and faster. Stepping on the gas pedal instead of the brakes.

“More… Give me more…” Sasha moaned out in ecstasy.

I grinned. Just what I wanted to hear.

While we were in the midst of our passionate lovemaking, it was business as usual next door. I heard that woman moaning again, this time even louder than before. I knew my neighbor needed a hot f**k every night, but that useless man of hers was a three-minute wonder.

Thus, I tried my best to hold up longer, suppressing the urge to ejaculate. Waiting quietly for them to finish first.

Sure enough, it did not take more than two minutes before their bed stopped creaking. The woman was still moaning for more while the man gave out one final crescendo. They turned silent after that.

I could slightly hear the woman cursing and the man giving a deep sigh, maybe even progressing into an intense argument after that.

Looking at the girl beneath me, we both laughed, then we continued to f**k even more aggressively.

About half an hour later, I finally stopped. My semen was all over her swollen p***y, my d**k also wet from our juices.

“If I knew becoming a woman would make me feel so happy, then I never would’ve wasted so much time waiting.” She snatched the cigarette from my hand and took two long drags. Even though she was smiling as she said those words, I saw tears well up in her eyes.

I did not know how to console her. I could only press her head to my shoulder and stroke her hair.

I thought that Sasha would get tired quickly from her first time, but I underestimated this girl. I barely had any rest that night, and the two of us only went to sleep when the sun peeked out from the horizon.

I did not even realize when Sasha left the next day. Only her scent remained on my pillow, a fondly-received farewell gift.

My stomach rumbled, and I had only realized it was nearly late afternoon when I grabbed my phone to check the time.

I shook myself awake and got up to get myself some water, but I had none left.

Well, guess there was no helping it. I had to buy some outside. As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by a familiar face.

It was my next-door neighbor, leaning against my door frame. She looked me over with a cigarette on her lips.

“Not working today?”

As I stayed silent, she continued, “Never would’ve thought you’d have so much fight in you. With you two messing about all night, neither of us got any sleep.”

Even though she sounded like she was complaining, I was happy to hear it. That was a compliment if I ever heard one.

Feeling good, I straightened my back and puffed out my chest. “Come on now, I have to hear the two of you going at it every night, and it hasn’t killed me yet.”

The woman laughed. Then, she beckoned me closer.

In a daze, I followed her orders, charmed by the beautiful figure that was hardly concealed by a thin nightdress.

She was covered in the scent of cheap cosmetics, and when I looked down at her loose neckline, I caught sight of her sagging t**s. Still, they were no obstacle to a man’s arousal, and shamelessly, I felt myself get hard again.

“My husband’s going to be out of town doing some restocking these next couple of days,” she informed me innocently. Her eyes had a devilish glint on them, though.

Why is she telling me this? And that look in her eyes… Is she trying to provoke me?