Girl next door, a short story by Amalova. Date added: 2010-07-17. Times viewed: 9350.
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- Intro: A young man falls for the lovely, distant girl next door. (CD, reluctance, voy, het)
I loved her. Well, I thought I did. It was only much later I realised love is simply a mirror held up by another… and held so carefully and thoughtfully we see ourselves glinting in the most perfect light. But my emotional experiences were limited at that time so forgive me for being misled. I was so sure of my feelings, but unable to imagine a way I could ever express them to her. One night, overcome by an overwhelming desire to be close to her, I stole her bra off the washing line. I put it on, stuffed it with socks, donned the white cotton blouse I’d also snatched and looked at my reflection. Ridiculous. But if I coyly bowed my head, fluttered my lashes and bit my lip in a particular way there were flashes of her. I’d seen her wearing that blouse, seen too the teasing shadows of the underwear beneath and realised I was onto something.
Her parents were nice enough, but to show they were better than the rest of the street Bianca went to a private school. She was an enigma to me even though she only lived next door because her dad didn’t let her mix with the local kids. I cherished every sighting of her and always felt insecure and inconsequential on the rare occasions our eyes met.
Knickers. I needed her knickers. The word thrilled me and the thought consumed me. Black. Delicate. Feminine. To match the bra. Obviously. And today, there they were. The wrought iron gate squealed a warning, the path growled a gravelly admonition, and the peg nipped me as I released its jaws from my prize, but my quest was soon accomplished. I sat on the bed staring at the girl forming before me. Blouse unbuttoned, the swell of young breasts forming soft mounds beneath, and firm round buttocks clad in black lace. My swollen cock was levered down, trapped between my closed thighs, forming an alien, inviting dark triangle beneath my tight stomach. Wow.
‘Hello, Bianca. What are you doing in my bedroom…. What? Here… Oh, yes… please do it… Jesus, I’ve longed for this… touch me there… may I… touch you? Oh, mmm, so soft… God… I’m so… hard… suck me? Oh, yes, please… mmm.’ Hot cream pumped between my legs, dribbled onto my calves. The tissue collected every slippery trace, then I slipped off the valuable garments and stored them, along with the girl, in the bottom of my wardrobe.
‘Alex?’ Her voice chimed over the fence. I’d rarely spoken to her, wasn’t even sure she knew my name. ‘Have you seen anyone, er, hanging around recently? Maybe… some guy you didn’t recognise…or… anybody?’
‘Er, no, don’t think so… why?’
‘A few, er… some things went missing from my garden, you know…’ She lowered her young head and blonde hair fell in front of her face, hiding her eyes and reddening cheeks. ‘Stuff off the washing line… you know?’
‘Never? What sort of… oh, I see… that’s sad… pervy!’ I paused, my eyes drinking in every drop of her lovely body. ‘I’ll keep an eye out for you. Told the police?’ My throat constricted and the last word was no more than a squeak.
‘Nah, pointless. Just some odds and ends, nothing valuable, but it’s sickening, you know?’
I heaved a huge internal sigh, while maintaining my concerned outward demeanour. She suddenly shook back her long hair and brightened.
‘Phew, hot, isn’t it? I’m just getting a drink… fancy one… er, a drink?’ Her laugh was a tinkling glass mobile. My heart thudded and I fought to control my quavering voice.
‘Yes… please… orange, coke… anything really.’
The next hour was unbelievable. The stitching in my shorts was put under severe strain as we chatted and laughed while lounging on the pristine grass of her dad’s lawn. Fuck, I wanted her even more now - couldn’t wait to get upstairs and recreate her in my own image. I needed more raw material for my reconstruction and it soon presented itself quite naturally and beautifully. Bianca stood, stretched her slender body and sauntered towards the house. Delicate, elegant feet. Pale skin on her heels. Brown ankles and calves, lovely knees, honeyed thighs…taut, animal, graceful… the rear of her short denim skirt bulged seductively, her buttocks tensing alternately as she prowled. She bent down, showing yet more thigh, then taking up the hosepipe in her slender fingers she watered a couple of colourful petunia-packed hanging baskets. Without warning, she raised the hose above her head, glorying in the cold, sparkling stream. Water cascaded down her face and neck and painted thunderclouds on her sky blue T-shirt before spattering on the ground around her naked feet. It was now painfully obvious she was bra-less. Rounded nubs and rings of flesh protruded through the wet cotton and pierced my disbelieving eyes. Giggles erupted as she caught me staring and she playfully splashed water in my direction, wetting my shoulders and crotch. I leapt up and yelled, then quickly fell back to the grass to hide my very large and painfully twisted erection. Her eyes flashed and a pink tongue wetted her smiling lips.
‘I have to do a few things… so I’d best, you know… I’ve enjoyed that. Let’s do it again sometime… soon…’ and she turned off the hose, dropped it onto the gravel path and disappeared into the relative darkness of the house.
It took a few patient days of careful watching, but the denim skirt was finally mine. Another positive: my elder sister had recently bought a blonde wig to try to emulate some rising pop star. It was nothing like Bianca’s long, fine shining hair, but it was close enough.
‘Hi, Hun. Wow, legs looking good tonight… that skirt really shows them off. May I? Mmm, so soft, your skin is so… oh, kiss me, Bianca, yes.’ Our eyes met, pupils dilated and our bodies prepared for the inevitable. My hands found her breasts and tweaked playfully. Thighs opened and she forced herself against me, moaning like a wounded beast.
‘Fuck me, Alex. Take me!’
I undid her blouse, unzipped the skirt and caressed her belly, slid a hand beneath the waistband of her knickers and into her soft triangle of pubic hair. She squealed as my fingers found their slippery target. We swiftly became one: violently stroking; expertly fumbling; breaking and entering. My hard cock sprung from its confines and a few swift tugs sent me spinning into ecstasy.
‘Might have been the wind?’ It hadn’t been windy recently, but it was all I could think of. The fence between our houses was low enough for me to see her from the waist up and I suddenly became aware she could also see me. I crossed my arms over my naked chest then dropped them in front of me to hide my burgeoning tool… then scratched my head, my arm. Any sight of her got me going these days, but the tight white vest she was wearing today hid very little and with her hair tied back like that I could barely resist kissing her sweet neck.
‘No, the bastard’s nicked it. Fucking sicko!’ I’d never heard her swear, never imagined such a sweet mouth would allow such words to pass, but then remembered she swore every time we secretly fucked and so I stored the words and tone of voice for future use. ‘Anyway… water-fight?’
She grinned at that and so did I, memories of her long legs, hardened nipples and coy smile pumping blood to my face and cock. We quickly took up weapons and fought across the no-man’s land of the fence, our laughs, cries and screams echoing through the neighbourhood. We were home alone: both sets of parents were working and the summer holidays were just into their third week. She was beautiful when wet, hair sticking to her face, vest sticking to her body, shorts sticking to her lovely arse. I was soaked too and so caught up in the moment I didn’t care if my erection was visible or not. She doubled up with laughter, we paused for breath, and her darting eyes and snigger quickly told me I might as well be naked. The cold water shocked me as she pointed her hose directly at my crotch; the thrumming of the steady stream stimulated me, causing me to swell even more inside my Bermuda shorts. I hosed her tits and her nipples threatened to poke right through her skimpy vest top. This was incredibly arousing. Frustrating too, but very exciting. White shorts became transparent, the water apparently dealing her an ace of spades that barely covered her crotch. Suddenly we were petting heavily with hosepipes. This was the sexiest thing I’d ever done. A powerful jet of water kissed my nipples, stroked my belly, squeezed my cock with a well-aimed blast. I didn’t want this to end. It was bliss.
Suddenly she glanced at her watch, eyes wide with horror and then ran to her back door. Dripping wet, she hesitated on the threshold, then turned her back to me and peeled off her sopping vest, dropped her shorts and threw them over the washing line before skipping into the house. I quickly took mental snaps of her tight, tanned, rounded buttocks with just the black lace of her thong between them, a pert breast protruding sideways with just a hint of nipple… her gorgeous snaky spine, chiselled shoulder blades, bronzed thighs, long legs. From inside the house came her panicked cry.
‘Sorry, Alex… God! The time! Going out soon… actually 10 minutes ago! Need a shower. See ya later!’ and she was gone.
A speeding truckload of disappointment smashed into me and I stood dumbstruck, staring at the space she had occupied so vividly, still hearing the echoes of splashes and laughter that wouldn’t die away. My temples pulsed in time with the distended organ between my legs and I stuck the end of the hose down my shorts in a vain attempt to suppress my ardour. The cold water had no effect, simply cascaded down my legs and over my feet onto the sun-warmed flags like dead man’s piss. Frustration got the better of me, anger fuelled me.
'Well I've got something to do as well,' my voice a low growl, my cheeks burning and my eyes on the brink of tears.
The touch of my index finger on her bare shoulder surprised her, made her gasp and she spun around.
'Alex, what...' but she knew what before my hand covered her mouth. Perfect teeth sank into my palm but it simply felt good, right somehow. Her body was cold from the water-fight, yet hotter than anything I had ever touched. She was naked but for the thong and that offered little resistance as I pushed her back on the bed, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief. Succulent tits filled my mouth, soft flesh filled my free palm and my rigid cock sprang out as I pulled down my wet shorts. Uncovering her mouth to ravage her body with both hands, I thought she might scream, but she simply sobbed and tried to reason with me.
'It doesn't have to... be like this. Alex, make love to me... Alex?'
‘Too fucking late for that, bitch.’
I angrily grabbed her throat, forced her head back, nipped her nipples with my teeth and forced her legs open with my knees. Fuck, what a sight. A trimmed arrowhead of pubic hair pointed to lips that peeled apart in delicious slow motion to reveal the pink flesh within. She glistened and I knew this was all a game. Reluctance was her fetish. She wanted me to do this. Wound up my sex spring to maximum and set her trap. This was turning her on. My fingers tested her for lubrication but I needn't have worried - it felt like I'd already cum there. After licking my fingers clean I poised myself above her. A throbbing, fleshy missile, my cock sought the heat of her cunt and unerringly homed in on it. Tears welled up in her eyes again and she shook her head violently and bucked like a horse but I overpowered her just as she knew I would. My cock found its target. She was tight and it obviously hurt her as I forced myself in, but I knew she really wanted it that way. I rode her and broke her. My cock pummelled her innards, slapping balls foamed in the juices that dribbled down the crack of her arse, and my hands squeezed, scratched, tore and smacked at her flesh. Her ears and mouth were raped by my crazed tongue and she struggled for breath, emitting squeals, grunts and gasps through clenched teeth as still she fought to throw me off.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, she began to heave beneath me as great gulps of air were noisily sucked into her lungs.
'Fuck… ohhh, fuck… fuck... I’m cumming!'
Her eyes were wide and sweat trickled down her perfect face while saliva bubbled and rasped in her open throat.
'Christ, Bianca. What a fucking ride, what a fucking dirty slut. Take this, bitch... fucking bitch… take my… cum.'
As I said the word, I felt its entire boiling journey, from glands, via tubes, through my scrotum to collect my seed, and up my shaft into the bulbous head; gaining momentum and volume all the way, finally spewing up inside this gorgeous sexy slut, filling her cunt to overflowing.
The elation quickly subsided. I rolled over and lay on my bed, terrified by my violence, horrified by my depravity. My cock began to shrivel and I closed my eyes, disgusted by the orgasm, aghast by my actions. My hunger sated, the rage abated, I was suddenly sickened by the awful crime I had committed. This beautiful girl... my sweet, beautiful girl, ruined by… destroyed by… defiled by… me.
I washed the clothes, her clothes, and hung them on her washing line undercover of darkness.
'Hey, guess what?' She'd never called at my house before. I was momentarily stunned to see her standing on the step, hair tied up, lovely face lightly made up and a great beaming smile across it. 'They turned up! Look! And she did a twirl to display the denim skirt and pearly white blouse. 'Undies too! Binned them, obviously,’ and she screwed up her nose in mock disgust, ‘well dodgy, couldn't wear 'em again, but bought some new ones...'
Like a modern-day can-canner she quickly lifted and lowered the skirt with an accompanying giggle, a flash of crimson and a theatrical 'Da-dahhhh!' A sudden gust of wind brought goose pimples to her arms, caused her to shiver and she motioned to the dark and threatening sky as sporadic bullets of rain began to pound the flags. ‘Listen, sorry to rush off like that the other day. I was really… it was really...’ Dimples always formed on her cheeks when she smiled as broadly as that. ‘I’d love to pick up where we left off, but maybe not the weather for a water-fight today… fancy watching this instead?' She reached into her shoulder bag and took out a DVD still wrapped in cellophane. 'It's a bit naughty in parts, raunchy like, but it's a good laugh... saw it at the pictures. Brought popcorn too just in case… Yes?'
There was stillness and silence as we both recognised the gravity of the moment. Her next small step, from outside to in, was a giant leap for both of us. She raised an eyebrow; I smiled and nodded. Our first ever touch was a kiss. The briefest, sweetest kiss. Taking her hand, I led her through to the TV room and ceremoniously drew the curtains.
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