Brooke's Disgusting Neighbor (In-Progress Preview) (Patreon Exclusive)

This is an in-progress update to a Patreon exclusive.

Tags: Anal Play, Cheating, Humiliation, Misogyny, MF

Starring: Brooke Ashley Bond (BrookeAB), Mason Lanier (Symfuhny), Unnamed Neighbor

Author's note: You guys voted for Brooke, so here it is. I'm not sure how far along this story is, but I'd say it's about halfway through. Keep in mind that this is a preview, which is almost all plot in this case. I really wanted to paint a clear picture of their perfect relationship. The second half will be dramatically more smutty. That's where most of the tags will come into play. I'm hoping to get the full version out within the next few days.

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Mason felt that something was missing in his life.

He was a sophomore in college and his insatiable thirst for life was waning. In his freshman year, he attended any and all neighborhood parties that he and his friends heard about. Even ones that they weren't invited to. They concluded that those were actually the most fun. If there was no one there to recognize them, they could get away with more of their bullshit than usual. Mason specifically seemed to always make a lasting impression, keeping the life of the party alive at any cost.

However, after an alcohol poisoning scare, he reeled back his antics and began to focus on school. After some indecision, he set his sights on an accounting major and went forth with full speed. Fuck it, he told himself. It would undoubtedly be a boring career, but at least he’d have good job security. Being naturally gifted in academics allowed him to excel in his classes. He had high hopes for his future career, and yet, he felt directionless.

To try to curtail this feeling, he kept himself busy. He enjoyed a good workout and his toned body reflected his hard work. It’s safe to say that he took a lot of pride in his endurance and athleticism. He also played video games quite a bit and was pretty good at most of them. Streaming was a recent hobby that he took up and that certainly kept him busy.

His friends all eventually diagnosed him with the same thing: being a lonely fuck. He wanted a girlfriend. Actually, no. He NEEDED a girlfriend. Badly. Mason knew his friends were right, despite their lack of credentials to provide such a diagnosis. The problem was that he just couldn’t seem to find the right girl. Most of the women he dated were either psychos with misplaced confidence or just plain boring janes.

That is, until he met Brooke.

Brooke Ashley Bond was an absolute peach of a girl. Her apple-cheeked face brightened up every room that she was in. Heads turned in her direction and either did a double take or stayed planted squarely on the blonde bombshell.

Some eyes were satisfied to remain on her hazel gaze and award-winning smile, but others strayed further down to her voluptuous tits. I mean, how could they not? Her boobs were practically begging for attention. They generously filled out any outfit she wore, stretching the material of that day’s chosen attire to its absolute limits.

The most daring and least respectful eyes, however, didn’t stop there. They continued onwards to her greatest physical trait: her heart-shaped ass. It curved outwards and drew the attention of any passerby. It bounced with each step she took, rivaling any cosmetically-enhanced posterior that dared to enter into a battle of comparison.

She wasn’t sure why, but anytime she went out for a walk in leggings, she would often hear the screech of tires. She reasoned that her area was filled with bad drivers, but in reality, it was simply the result of distracted drivers stealing glimpses for longer than they should have.

Her irresistible ass and hefty tits were emphasized further by her ridiculously slim waist, which was great for her figure, but super inconvenient when it came to her outfits. Her dimensions made it so difficult to buy clothing that matched her proportions. It was a daily battle to find something appropriate to wear. She was often forced to decide between baggy or something that clung to every curve of her pornstar-esque body, leaving little to the imagination of the lust-filled men she encountered throughout her day.

Brooke was a college student as well, but she was a senior and a psychology major. She took her coursework seriously and always put her studies before anything else. She’d only been to a handful of parties and none contained the wild frat boys that she had been advised to stay away from.

It was in their shared academic ventures that Mason crossed paths with Brooke. There was a trivia night being held in the student center of their campus. After a few hours of competitive wit being exchanged, the teams were down to two: a loud-mouthed group of guys led by Mason and a nerdy all-female team with Brooke as their captain.

Mason couldn’t help but steal glances at the impressive blonde and his gaze was often met with a smile. Brooke felt her heart flutter whenever she looked back at the captain of the rival team that was carrying his group to such a close margin. His good looks were obvious to her, but it was his brains that won her over.

When the dust settled, Brooke’s team hoisted a small trophy high in the air.

Mason’s mood, however, had not soured in the slightest. The battle had been tough and their loss was not in shame. In a show of good sportsmanship, he approached the celebrating group of girls to congratulate them.

None were all that attractive. None except for the breathing-taking Brooke of course. Her blonde hair seemed to shine as he approached. Perhaps it was her unrivaled beauty that diminished the appearance of the girls around her. Either way, his focus was on her. He trembled as he introduced himself to Brooke and after a smooth greeting, he asked for a date.

The rest was history. They fell in love and spent every moment they could together. They were well known on campus as the most attractive couple, inseparable and annoyingly in love. Many guys cursed themselves for not making a move on Brooke when they had the chance. That didn’t stop some from trying, but none were successful.

She was taken completely with Mason’s charm, his photogenic looks, chiseled body, and his respectful nature. He never pushed her past her boundaries and was very patient with her inexperience.

Brooke finished her degree and found a job as a couple’s therapist while Mason continued his education. He stopped streaming and focused his energy on graduating early. His channel was dying off anyway. He graduated a year later and was immediately employed by a company he had interned for the year prior. He moved into Brooke’s apartment shortly after to reduce their rent expenses.

Fortunately for the couple, this came at just the right time. Brooke was let go from her job for receiving too many complaints. These all seemed to come from the female partners in the couples that she was counseling. In retrospect, adding a gorgeous girl into the mix of an already troubled relationship wasn’t a great idea.

And so, the college sweethearts found themselves in the domestic cliche of a working man and a homely female partner. Brooke was, of course, looking for jobs, but nothing seemed to be coming of it.

As Mason got to know Brooke more, he found that, while she was very book smart, she could be dangerously naive at times. It wasn’t a case of being dumb; she was just too trusting. She wanted to see the best in people, and that was something Mason loved about her, but she could never seem to understand that people were capable of bad things as well. When she came home from the mechanic one time without her bra, he knew he’d have to start being more protective of her.

A few weeks after moving in, Mason was still settling into his girlfriend’s cozy apartment. He started to get used to her routine and began to get comfortable using her bathroom and grabbing food from her fridge without asking. The main thing he noted was that she was a bit of a neat freak. Dishes always had to be washed as soon as they were done eating, she used coasters religiously, and the trash was emptied as soon as it was half full.

As Mason was coming home one day after work, he walked up the stairs of Brooke’s apartment complex and noticed a large man fumbling with his keys at the door of the apartment directly across from theirs. The man was clearly obese as his shirt struggled to contain his protruding gut. His hair was greasy and his clothes were wrinkled. His height was the most defining feature. Mason guessed that he must’ve stood at 6’8 or 6’9, which made his 5’5 stature seem very inadequate at that moment.

The man dropped his keys as Mason approached to enter the apartment he shared with Brooke. When he turned, he noticed Mason and grumbled out a small greeting, and that’s when Mason got a good look at his face. He had to try hard to not noticeably react.

The man was hideous. His face was pudgy and weathered with abundant acne scars and unshaven scruff. He looked as if a train had hit him and somehow, someway, the fat from his body cushioned the blow and allowed him to survive. To add insult to injury, his odor was unbearable. Mason only walked by him briefly and still, the smell was abhorrent.

Mason returned his greeting and took a quick peek in his apartment as the man walked in. As one may have guessed from his appearance, it was a disaster. Trash was all over the floor and an even worse stench filled the air.

Mason stood in the hallway for a moment in disbelief before laughing it off. He could only imagine what his angelic girlfriend would say if she saw that mess.

On a sunny Saturday morning, Mason found himself still lying in bed as Brooke entered the room.

“Hey babe,” Brooke smiled at him as she carried a laundry basket. “Still lounging around, huh?”

Mason stretched out before responding. “Yeah you got me, hah. I’m kinda sore from my workout yesterday.”

“Well, get as much rest as you need! You’ve been working hard to support the both of us, so you definitely deserve it,” she replied warmly before walking over and planting a brief kiss on his lips.

Mason took that moment to appreciate the beauty that was his girlfriend. As she turned, his gaze inevitably fell down to her ass. She wore tiny gym shorts that hugged her curvy booty perfectly. They were so skin tight that he could see the outline of her thong. He couldn’t resist and reached out to cop a feel.

Brooke immediately turned and slapped his hand away. “Babe! What have I told you about that?” She replied sternly. “I don’t like when you randomly grab my butt. It’s.. degrading!”

Mason was bummed, but he understood. “Sorry.. I’m sorry. Your butt just looks so good in those shorts!”

Brooke giggled. “Yeah, I knowww,” she replied as she wiggled her butt slightly. “But I still deserve respect!”

“You’re right, I’m sorry hon.”

“I guess I forgive you. Just don’t do it again, you pervy pervert!” She replied playfully while jabbing him in the side.

Mason responded with a simple smile, but he sighed internally. He had struggled with her conservative nature throughout their whole relationship, but after being together for two years, she still had barely moved an inch on the issue. They had sex infrequently, and when they did, the lights were off, he had to wear two condoms, and he never heard her moan or orgasm, despite her claims that she enjoyed it. She was as quiet as a mouse.

It was particularly difficult with her being so beautiful. When they were first dating, he imagined wild, never-ending sex sessions with the busty blonde. Reality was.. a disappointment, to say the least. But she was funny, smart, and extremely caring, so he put his lust aside.

Brooke spoke up and derailed his thoughts. “I’m going to go do a load of laundry, okay? Was there anything you wanted me to wash?”

“No, I think I’m good! Thanks babe.”

As Brooke walked to the edge of the bed, she noticed a pair of Mason’s socks wedged in between the mattress and footboard and she did not hesitate to scold him for not placing them in the hamper.

Mason silently cursed to himself. Two mistakes in one morning. He made a mental note to try to make it up to Brooke later as she walked out of the room.

Suddenly, an idea popped in his head and he raced out of bed. Why wait to treat his beautiful girlfriend like the princess she was when he could do it right now? He watched her leave the apartment to go to the communal laundry machines in the basement of their complex. He entered the kitchen and started boiling some water. Brooke loved tea and he was sure she’d appreciate a warm cup of it when she got back.

To his surprise, she returned much sooner than he expected.

“Hey, that was quick. Were you running down the stairs? And where’s the laundry basket?” He asked with genuine curiosity.

Brooke replied, “No, goofball. I left it with our neighbor.”

Mason raised his brows curiously. “You left the laundry-.. how come?”

Brooke smiled at her boyfriend and replied, “Oh yeah! I forgot to tell you. One of our neighbors offered to help me with my laundry once when I ran into him in the basement. He’s been helping me with it ever since! He’s superrrrr duper sweet.”

Mason contemplated her response for a moment before his heart dropped.

“Uhm, which neighbor are you talking about?”