A Harem Story

YEARS AGO

"Almost home," Logan texted Sarah, and buzzed himself into the courtyard of his apartment building. That's what made them fall in love with this apartment when the young couple was looking for a place to move in together, Someone was always hanging out in the small green area in the center of the multi-wing building -- it added a nice sense of community.

Like right now -- he spotted Mrs. Thornton sitting on the bench under the tree, as she often did. The elderly woman was getting her daily walk in, and had sat down to catch her breath and enjoy the nature, as usual.

In a good mood, happy to be home from work, the twenty-five-year-old waved and called out: "Good evening, Mrs. Thornton! How are we doing today?"

He kept walking towards the stairs, aware that you often didn't get more than a grumble back from her.

But this time she jolted, as if being woken up from deep thought, and looked at him much more seriously than usual. "There you are, finally." She got up, and effortfully, slowly, walked towards him.

He hesitated, and waited for her to get to him.

After a few seconds, she reached him and grabbed his shoulders. She got up close to him and he saw her eyes focused on his with unusual clarity.

"Listen to me carefully. They are impatient."

He laughed uncomfortably. "What?"

She spoke slowly and intently. "You need to snap out of it. Let go. Let it happen. They- "

"Mom, what are you doing?" A concerned voice called out from behind Mrs. Thornton, interrupting her. Suddenly, the light in her eyes faded and she looked confused again, as usual.

A small, pretty woman in her thirties emerged behind Mrs. Thornton, and grabbed her arm to lead her away. He recognized her as the daughter -- just the shared raven hair was unmistakable -- but had forgotten her name.

She looked at him while prying Mrs. Thornton's now loose hands off him.

"I'm so, so sorry -- Logan, is it? She gets these episodes sometimes. I was just going to the bathroom." She looked genuinely embarrassed.

"It's alright. Don't worry about it," he said, smiling awkwardly.

"I'm so sorry -- let me get her to bed." She started to usher Mrs. Thornton away, who was now looking at the ground in confusion.

Still a bit shellshocked, he turned to walk towards the stairs again. But before he could think about it more, he turned the corner into the little stair nook, and almost ran into Lydia.

His next-door neighbor was standing in front of the metal stairs, looking back at him. She had no less than three big grocery bags on her, one in each of her hands and one slung around her shoulder. The two-years-older woman looked a bit frazzled, her black hair falling around her angular face.

"What did she just say??" She asked, laughing incredulously.

"I know, right?? I was gonna ask if you heard that." He laughed with relief at being able to commiserate with someone about the weird experience.

"Let me help you with that." He rushed over and took two of the three grocery bags out of her hands.

She dropped the third one from her shoulder into her hands, to replace the ones he took. As the weight left her upper body, she sighed in relief and stood more upright, almost as tall as him. Her back straightened and her sizeable breasts visibly stood up, covered by a dark, form-fitting sweater.

As he he helped her carry her groceries up to the floor they both shared, he recounted exactly what Mrs. Thornton said.

Lydia laughed her bright laugh again. "Who is this 'they' that are impatient?"

"Yeah, I don't know." He was a bit distracted by her butt, right under his nose as he walked behind her up the stairs. Her pencil skirt tightened around her heavy ass cheeks as they undulated up and down with each step she took, black heels clacking. Her work clothes did little to hide the voluptuousness of her body.

"Sometimes old people do get these flashes of lucidity." She unknowingly interrupted his desiring looks.

He tried to look away, embarrassed. Lydia had been a sore subject with Sarah for a while now. The couple were both friendly with their next-door neighbor, but his girlfriend had thought for a while that Lydia had a crush on him. Personally, he always thought she was just being friendly.

They reached the top of the stairs, saving him from needing to exert more self-control.

"Why did you get this many groceries, anyway?" He asked as they turned right on the motel-style open-air walkway, towards their apartments. He could see down into the courtyard on his left, now empty as Mrs. Thornton's daughter had taken her away.

"Oh, my sister is visiting later this week. I'm going to cook her a nice dinner."

"Oh, nice!"

They arrived at their apartments - his and Sarah's door, and Lydia's door only a few steps to the left of it.

"I'll bring it inside for you, " he said. He knew Sarah was waiting for him, but a few minutes of delay would be fine. He was just being polite.

"Oh, thank you." Lydia smiled.

They entered her apartment. It was small, with the kitchen immediately on the left when entering, identical to his and Sarah's but mirrored.

The door shut behind them as he put down the two bags on the floor.

"I remember where things go," he said, smiling, as she was about to point him to the right cupboards. They had gone through this before, last time he caught her coming home with groceries.

She grinned, embarrassed.

They squeezed past each other in the small kitchen over and over, putting the food in the fridge and the cupboards. The size of the space made it so they couldn't avoid coming into contact: her full hip bumping off his thigh, his arm brushing over hers. She giggled each time they noticeably collided, and he couldn't help but do the same.

They had stopped talking for some reason. The only noises were her heels clacking on the linoleum floor.

Logan was sweating, and he wasn't sure why. It's not like he hadn't helped her out like this before. He was getting hard, too.

Eventually, they were done, and found themselves at the door again.

"Well... thanks for your help. I guess I gotta let you go." Lydia was running her hand through her hair, and looking into his eyes. She was making no move to open the door yet.

He stared back. For some reason, he wasn't listening to what she was saying. He had a strange sense of recognition that it never mattered what people said. That people were just animals, and what mattered was the way their bodies moved.

He felt like he was on drugs.

Let go.

Lydia was blinking at the long silence.

Logan's senses extended through the whole room. He could feel a thickness in the air, and he could feel her body as if it were his own. He felt her flushed cheeks, her rapid breathing, her increased heartrate.

There was a tension, a mental block, that he had always felt around women he was notallowedto be with. A friend's girlfriend, a sister-in-law, a much younger woman... a neighbor. An agreement with himself not to look, or think, in certain directions.

That block was now mysteriously gone, and all the mindblowing possibility crashed over him in waves. All the bodily connection that had always been there, but that he never let himself perceive.

Let it happen.

Lydia was getting uncomfortable under his stare now.

"I-"

He moved swiftly to kiss her before she could speak.

It was paradoxical - he was trembling at the forbiddenness, but it simultaneously felt like the most natural thing in the world. Even with his girlfriend in the room next door, it felt like this was where he was meant to be. Of course she was his to kiss. She was a woman, sensual, meant to be loved.

Let go.

Her lipstick tasted slightly bitter on his lips as she hesitatingly started to kiss him back. He felt no hesitation whatsoever as he put his hands on her cheeks to hold her head.

She pulled back, snapping out of the trance. She looked scared.

"We can't do this... what about Sarah?"

He knew what she needed to hear.

"It's not your fault. I just can't resist you."

He went in with his hands again, and she didn't pull back this time. His palms on her skin felt electric.

Then he kissed her again, and she kissed back stronger this time, hungry, a whimper escaping her throat.

Kissing her felt as easy as kissing Sarah, as if they had years of practice already. As their tongues started dancing, she put her small hands to rest on his chest.

Another strange thing. Usually, that confirmation of a woman's willingness would've hit him hard, turned him on even more. But today, it just went without saying.Obviouslyshe was receptive. They fit together like puzzle pieces. Man and woman.

He let his hands slide from her cheeks to her shoulders and further down her body. Her curves were just too tempting.

He put his left hand on her back, his right hand behind her knees, and lifted her up.

In the unpredictability of the movement, their lips separated and she let out a gasp as her head fell back into his arms.

"I've wanted this for so long." She was looking up at him as he started to carry her towards the attached living room.

"I know." He said, and kissed her again forcefully.

He half-laid, half-dropped her on the L-shaped sofa, on her back. She was panting. He realized he was too.

He briefly bent down to kiss her once more, and then pulled her hips to the edge of the couch. She lifted them and he pulled off her pencil skirt, up and over her heels.

Her lower body fell back onto the sofa, jiggling on impact. The sight was intoxicating. Her full thighs raised up, towering, swaying. Her lavender panties, not covering much. Her ass squashed on the fabric, so big that it was visible from the front.

He pulled the panties up too.

Her pussy was juicy. The lips were thick enough that it looked like you wouldn't even be able to fit a dick between them. He groaned at the sight - her whole being just oozed thickness.

As he kneeled down fully to go to work on it, she pulled on his shoulder. "Don't worry, I.. I'm ready."

"Okay." He murmured hazily and stood back up between her legs. His hands landed on her shins, and he let them run over her thighs, then her hips, and inwards to her waist, all the while squeezing for good measure. He couldn't believe such a bombshell of a woman was laid out before him, open for him.

She had taken her sweater off while he wasn't looking and was now clad in her T-shirt, stretched by her tits underneath. Letting his trousers and underwear drop to the floor too, he ground his hips against her crotch, his rock-hard cock rubbing over her pussy.

Then he entered her.

He slipped all the way inside easily - she really was wet already. They both let out a sigh of relief.

The sensation was amazing, being inside his hot, forbidden neighbor. It was juicy on the inside too -- his dick was easily sliding in and out as he slowly started to move his hips.

Lydia opened his arms and gestured for him to come down to her level. The passion in her eyes flared even hotter as he bent down and laid on top of her.

"Finally... " She moaned and looked deep into his eyes, now inches away.

He kissed her again, deeply. This was never supposed to happen -- this radiant woman was supposed to be off-limits. But now it was clear that the conversations, the laughter, the commiseration about work in the mornings, had always led up this. They belonged together.

The kiss was mindblowing, bigger than anything before. Their bodies became one as they settled into a missionary position. Her heels clasping around his back completed the embrace.

Their mouths returned to each other over and over, different angles each time. It was like they were trying to dig into each other's souls.

He slowly, finally, started to thrust.

Their grip on each other tightened as he accelerated. The sofa and her voluminous hips combined for a satisfying bounce to his thrusts. Quickly, rhythmic slapping noises filled the room.

Their kissing was more of a moaning into each other's mouths now. The focus had turned completely to their sex.

Her body was rocking forward each time he pounded into her, only to rock back and meet him for his next thrust. He could feel her tits rubbing on his chest each time.

They had a great rhythm. He had never had this kind of natural compatibility with someone the first time having sex with them. They somehow knew where to touch each other, when to go slower, when to go faster.

Her moans turned whiny when he pulled back from their kiss. But he needed to see those tits. She reluctantly removed her hands from his chest to allow her shirt to pass over her head.

While he impatiently worked to unclasp her bra, a cocky grin appeared on her face. And when he finally got it open, he could see why.

The mounds spilling out of the fabric were almost impossible to believe. He had always seen from the outside that they were big, but it wasn't just that -- they had a solidity that made them stand up from her upper body, even with gravity squishing them.

"Wow," he involuntarily whispered, and even stopped thrusting in astonishment. Lydia giggled proudly and shook from side to side, making those mountains move.

They were even bigger than Sarah's, who was already bigger than average. The thought gave him a little pang of guilt. No, it wasn't a little one -- in another situation it would've been crippling. But it was washed away by the animalistic rightness that coursed through him, too powerful for him to care about anything else.

He finally took in her whole body. Her black hair, usually well-styled, was now clinging to her neck and shoulders with sweat. It just completed the overall impression of lusciousness that she gave. The breasts, the hips, the thighs -- all overflowing with curves, a mandala of flesh.

"You're perfect." He said.

Lydia got a wide smile on her face and purred. She entered a whole-body motion, throwing her head back and forth and writhing in his grip.

The movements pushed her chest up at him, and he placed his hands on her tits. They just barely reached all the way around them. He squeezed and pushed her back down. A deep groan came from his gut and he sped up once more.

They had a softness and flexibility that made it impossible for them to be implants. Lydia was not the kind of girl to get a boob job anyway. The blobs of flesh moved smoothly up and down with his hands, almost hitting her chin each time.

"Fuck me, Logan. Fuckmefuckmefuckme." Her eyes were desperate and ecstatic at the same time.

Hearing her voice, clear as water just like all the times they casually talked as friends, shot a bolt through his nervous system. He half-yelled, half-groaned and started really laying into her. Each of his thrusts hit her crotch with a slap and made her hips and thighs ripple.

"You can come in me. I'm on the pill."

He groaned even louder, getting close now, and triggering another moan from Lydia. They were getting into a feedback loop now, staring into each other's eyes, her pleasure triggering his triggering hers and so on.

"Oh Lydia." He barely managed to vocalize. "Logan!! Logan!! Logan!!" She began to writhe again.

Sarah must've been hearing them now. The walls were thin in the building. He had told her he was outside the door fifteen minutes ago. She might have even heard them talking. But right now, all that existed was Lydia.

Lydia. His neighbor's black heels were still on her feet, dangling in the air to the right and left of him. She was such an adult. His equal. So imposing with her work outfits every morning. It was such a contrast to Sarah, who just laid on the couch all day.

Barely being able to think, he took his hands off her tits and let himself drop into missionary again. Lydia let off an aroused yelp at his sudden closeness, and started moaning louder, every thrust of his now triggering a moan.

Her arms and legs wrapped around him, the cold rubber of the heels on his back reminding him of the only thing she was wearing.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Logan"

His forearms on either side of her head were supporting his weight, their faces intimately close.

They didn't kiss, but just stared into each other's eyes as he slammed into her over and over, bringing himself to completion.

"LYDIAAAAA!!!" He yelled over the continuous slapping of his balls against her taint, eliciting a scream from her.

Their foreheads were touching as their groans mingled with each other, getting louder and louder.

Finally, he could tell that his climax was imminent.

He felt his body collapse internally, dedicating all its resources to inseminating her. He hilted himself all the way inside this gorgeous creature... and came.

"Oh, yes.. yes, baby... let it all out," Lydia muttered breathily. His eyes were closed as his balls pumped load after load into her pussy.

He just breathed loudly as he ejaculated into beautiful Lydia, completing the act of infidelity. She was larger than life for a long moment -- infinitely desirable and accepting, the ideal woman. It was pure ecstasy to spend himself in her. He adored her.

While the last spurts of his cum trickled into her womb, the air on his naked skin started to feel cold. They were unpleasantly sweaty.

Then it all slammed into him. He blinked several times.

He just cheated on his girlfriend. Sarah. Lovely Sarah. The uneasy feeling in his gut that had been there the whole time expanded to fill his whole body.

Lydia was looking into his eyes lovingly, and caressing his hair. He jumped at the sight, scrambling backwards to his feet.

It left her laying on her back, legs spread, with his cum visibly trickling out of her. He turned his back, averting his eyes.

He moaned in horror. "What the fuck did we just do??" His arms were tingling.

A quiet, guilty "I'm sorry" came from behind him.

He had to do something, anything. He had to fix this.

Logan pulled his pants up and ran to the apartment door, wrenching it open. He was rushing too much to close it behind him or pay attention to the figure he passed on the walkway, already fumbling with his keys at the doorstep before remembering to breathe.

He finally got his door open and pushed his way inside.

Sarah was right there, sitting at the kitchen table.

She was still in her pyjamas. Usually, that would annoy him, but this time something else dominated his attention: tears were streaming down her face.

She had heard everything.

He fell to his knees, gasping for air.

They had been together since second year of college. No girl had ever made him feel as safe as her.

"I don't know what i just did. I'm so sorry."

He had been so proud of being the one to get the only girl in the computer science cohort. Those long hours bonding over videogames. He had never met another girl like her.

He crawled towards her, tears streaming down his face now too.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

When she couldn't find a job after graduation as easily as him, it didn't matter to him. Coming home to her every day was enough.

"Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please."

She moved away from him, her face contorting with held-back sobs.

She was already a tender person. That's what he always affectionately called her - tender. What would this do to her? His heart was ripping apart.

"I don't know why that happened, you have to believe me, I-I-I-"

He had never been this kind of guy. Why did this happen?

But the worst thing was that he couldn't say that it meant nothing. Lydia was still in his heart.

The best sex he had ever had was while cheating on his girlfriend.