The Girl Next Door

by Jordan Blake

  “I’m sorry I left last night. That wasn’t fair to you,” I said, hoping my tone would convey just how sorry I really was. The thought of him sitting there, waiting for me to come back from the bathroom, wondering if I ever would… God, it just made me sick to my stomach.

  “I guess now we’re even,” he replied lightly.

  My shoulders relaxed. My whole body, really. I could feel the tension draining out of large groups of muscles all up and down my body. He wasn’t pissed off at me. I couldn’t believe it. I’d been so scared.

  “I really am sorry, though. It was a shitty thing to do.”

  “Really, Dakota. Don't worry about it. I understand, and it was my fault. I laid it all on you with no warning. I'd had almost a whole week to mull it over. The truth was, when everything I was feeling first occurred to me, my reaction was the same as yours — to run. I don’t blame you one bit.”

  I smiled at him, a genuine smile of relief and happiness. I dropped my feet to the floor and leaned back in the chair, finally able to fully relax. “You don't know how happy that makes me. I was so scared you would’ve changed your mind.”

  He shook his head. “It would take a lot more than that to make me change my mind about you, Dakota. Like I said, you’re it for me. As long as you want me around, I’ll be here.”

  I felt a blush rise up my neck and heat my cheeks. It was one of my worst habits, something I’ve always hated about myself and wished I could change. However, when he saw me blush, I saw an animal hunger in his eyes that made my core tighten. It made me want to strip off all my clothes and then strip off all of his—to tear him apart like a wild animal. As sexy as Drew was every minute of every day, nothing compared to how sexy he was when he looked at me with that hunger.

  “I want you around. In fact…” I paused, embarrassed at what I was about to say, but still feeling the irresistible urge to go on. “I’ve wanted you around for a long time. I've kind of…always had a crush on you.”

  His eyes widened. “Really?”

  I nodded, looking down. I couldn’t even look him in the face as I said this. “You know, my bedroom window looks right down into your backyard. Every time I would sit at my desk, I would make a point to see if I could spot you back there. Sometimes I’d spend hours just watching you mow the lawn shirtless, all sweaty.”

  I still couldn’t look at him. But when he spoke, the animal hunger was in his rasping voice. “And you liked it?”

  I couldn’t muster more than a whisper. “Yes.”

  “It turned you on?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  “I could see into your kitchen. And your den, too.”

  “Did you watch me there?”

  “In your den, sometimes. I’d watch you in front of the TV. Especially on the weekends. Sports was my favorite. I liked watching your face get all intense.”

  “You liked that?”

  The repetition of the question had a ritual aspect to it. My gut clenched with arousal. I answered the same way as before. “Yes.”

  “It turned you on?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  We were quiet for a moment. Finally, low and intense, he said, “Anything else?”

  I waited. I could tell by the sound of his voice he wanted there to be more. And there was more. I took a deep breath, mustered up my courage, and said softly, “The night before I asked you to come help me with my light bulb, I saw you. On the couch. It’s how I got the idea for the outfit. I saw that you liked it.”

  “You watched me touch myself?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you liked that?”

  “Yes.”

  “It turned you on?”

  “Yes.” My breaths were so short now, I was afraid I was going to hyperventilate.

  “Good. You know why I was doing that, right? Watching porn and jerking off that night?”

  I shook my head. I still hadn’t looked up at him. Somehow, that made the conversation even hotter.

  “I was so fucking turned on from seeing you, seeing your cheeks get all red when you asked what I would do to if I was ten years younger. It made me so hard I had to take matters into my own hands.”

  I nodded. “I had to do the same thing.”

  A strangled cry came from his throat, and I looked up at him. He was breathing hard and there was a bead of sweat running down his forehead. The hunger in his eyes was more intense than I’d ever seen it. It seemed like he wanted to devour me whole. When he spoke, his voice was now barely above a whisper. “You touched yourself that night?”

  “Yes.”

  “After watching me stroke myself and come?”

  “Yes.”

  “You laid there in that pink, frilly bed and thought about me while you fingered yourself?”

  “Yes.”

  “And when you came…?”

  “I screamed your name.”

  He closed his eyes and breathed, “Aw, fuck...”

  Every cell in my body was thrumming with need. My nipples were hard, my pussy was wet, every inch of my skin was electrified, every muscle like molten lava. I knew I would explode if he didn’t touch me soon.

  He opened his eyes and moved toward me. I stood and met him, thinking he was going to take me in his arms and ravish me, but he simply walked right past me and sat down in the chair I’d just vacated. I pivoted toward him, puzzled to say the least. He looked like an immovable statue in that chair. His face and eyes had taken on that commanding authority that turned me on so much.

  “Show me," he said flatly.

  “What?”

  “Show me,” he said more slowly, “exactly what you did. How you touched yourself.”

  Oh God. There was that blush again. I wasn’t quite sure what to do, but I started awkwardly running my hands up and down my body over my cotton tee and jeans. The ghost of a smile played on his lips.

  “No,” he said firmly. “I mean really show me. Take off your clothes, climb up on the bed, pretend you’re alone in your room thinking about me. Show me how you touched yourself. I want to see.”

  Holy shit. I knew I didn’t have much experience to compare this to, but every time I was with Drew it felt like the most erotic moment of my life. I was more turned on than I had ever been up until that point.

  Without another word, I began to peel off my clothes.

  16

  Drew

  Sitting in the armchair watching Dakota strip down for me, an odd stillness overtook me. I couldn’t move a muscle. It was like I was frozen in place, and I didn’t know when I would ever be able to move again. The sight of her body mesmerized me, of course. There was that factor. But there was also the fact that I couldn’t get over the idea of her in her girly room back home, lying in her bed—the one where I had fucked her for the first time not even a week ago—and touching her sweet little pussy while she thought about me.

  Damn. How many times had it happened? Had there been any instances when I was in my bed, just across our yards, jerking off at the same time? Because for the last few months, since I’d started thinking about her nonstop, I’d jacked off almost every night to her.

  And now, here she was, right in front of me, slipping off all of her clothes until she stood in front of me, totally naked. She started to touch herself where she stood, but I stopped her with a quick shake of my head. “That’s not the kind of show I want. I told you. Climb up on the bed and show me how you touch yourself when you think about me.”

  She nodded, her face the picture of determination. It was clear she had to stretch her boundaries to do this, but she was determined to push through. She wanted to please me. I liked that. She walked over to the head of the bed, her cute little tight ass twitching with each step, and pulled the covers down. She piled the pillows and then climbed up and leaned against them.

  She started to pull the sheet over her. I cleared my throat disapprovingly, and she looked up at me. She seemed startled that I was even in the room—alre
ady she was so wrapped up in her own world. She laughed, and it had an edge of nervous hysteria to it. “Sorry. Force of habit.”

  The rosy heat that spread up her chest and face made it clear how nervous and embarrassed she was. Part of me wanted to go to her, comfort her, make her feel completely comfortable and safe. That was the protective part. But another part of me understood that pushing through these internal lines and boundaries, breaking out of her comfort zone and exploring new sexual territory, was something she needed to find within herself. She knew I was here—that's why she felt safe expanding those horizons.

  “What do you do first when you do this at home?” I asked.

  She smiled and cast her eyes downward. Then, looking up at me through long, full lashes, she said shyly, “I usually lean back on the pillows and get comfortable. I like to be mostly sitting up, but at a reclining angle. With my knees falling open and my legs spread apart.”

  I had to clear my throat, but this time it was not to express disapproval. It was because the power of arousal had squeezed the muscles around my vocal cords, rendering them useless. Even after clearing my throat, when I spoke my voice had a husky rasp. “Then that’s what I suggest you do right now.”

  She complied, scooting back on the bed. She settled her ass into the perfect position in front of the pillows and then leaned back on them. She wriggled her shoulders to get them into the most comfortable position, and that had the fucking amazing effect of making her perky little tits bounce and jiggle. I almost came in my pants right then.

  After she had found her most comfortable position, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I kept my eyes wide open and did the same. “What did you do next?”

  “I run my hands all over my body. Really lightly at first. Just with my fingertips. To get my skin all tingly.”

  After she spoke, there was a moment of almost complete silence and stillness between us. Only the sound of our combined heavy breathing filled the air.

  Finally, I broke it. “I’m waiting.”

  She gulped and then started running trembling fingers over her skin. She trailed them over her belly, her hips, her chest, and her legs. I saw gooseflesh pop up in the wake of her touch, and her nipples hardened.

  “After I’ve done that for a little while, I play with my nipples,” she narrated as she brought her hands to her breasts and began manipulating them. I smiled. She wasn’t even waiting for my prompts now.

  Good girl.

  Her fingers tweaked and rolled the sensitive tips, drawing them to even stiffer peaks than they had previously been. Her body was really beginning to respond. Whether it was to her own touch alone, or also the performance aspect—after all, the awareness that I was watching her every tiny move had to have been sharp—I had no way of knowing. All I knew was that I liked it. She was squirming, and every once in a while, a small moan or whimper would pass her lips. Seeing with such sharp clarity the early stages of her arousal process was incredibly erotic. I worked hard to implant every individual slice of the scene, every minute of the soundtrack, into my brain to be called up later. I was sure there would be many times I would want to do so.

  “After I play with my nipples for a little bit… when I’m really wet and ready, I slide my fingers in between my legs. I touch my clit lightly in circles and then increase the pressure as I flick my finger back and forth.”

  With her eyes closed and her head thrown back, she demonstrated exactly that for me. Her belly was trembling as her torso bucked. I was fascinated with the way that her muscles moved beneath her skin. Rippling smoothly, like water down a rushing river. It was a work of art. Everything about her was beautiful.

  She spoke again, and this time her voice was like one long groan. The quality of it made my dick so hard that it was all I could do not to reach into my pants and pull it out right then, to jerk myself off as I watched her touch herself. But that wasn't what this was about. This was about watching her, seeing what she did in her alone time as she thought about me. Seeing how she brought herself pleasure. Getting that window into her soul, into her private moments. There would be plenty of time for the other later.

  Her muscles softened and took on a slower and more sensual pattern as they undulated. Her knees slipped apart and her legs straightened on the bed. Her voice was soft and moaning as she said, "And then I let myself think about you as I touch myself. I think about you touching me between my legs. I think about you spreading my folds apart and your tongue licking me. I think about you inside me. Fucking me. Harder and harder."

  She panted out the last words as her fingers began moving in a frantic rhythm. She rotated them quickly and more intensely. The muscles in her thighs began to bunch, and she arched her back. "So close," she whimpered. "So close."

  "Are you thinking about me licking your sweet pussy?" I asked evenly.

  "Yes." A sweet cry tore from her throat.

  "Tell me what you're thinking about," I commanded.

  "Your tongue on my clit. My fingers are your tongue," she said. "You lick me so good. It feels so good. I'm about to…oh, God… oh, yes!"

  She cried out as her whole body convulsed.

  "Look at me," I commanded.

  Immediately, she did as I asked. Her eyes flew open and our gazes locked as she lost herself almost entirely in the orgasm. I felt like I could see into her soul, could see every wicked and dirty thought she’d ever had about me, and I loved each and every one of them. They were hot, they were sexy. And most of all, they connected us before I even knew I was on her radar.

  As she lay on the bed panting, I unfastened my pants and pushed them down over my rock-hard erection. I pulled a condom out of my pocket and slipped it on. As she watched me, I saw lust flicker in her eyes.

  I smiled.

  "Do you think that you could come again? If you brought that sweet little ass over here and climbed on my dick?" I asked.

  She smiled. "Never hurts to try," she said, then hopped up from the bed and scampered over to the chair. She climbed up quickly. There was plenty of room for her to rest her knees on each side of me. She lowered herself slowly down the length of my cock. When she reached the base, she started moving her hips back and forth. I could tell she was squeezing her inner walls around me for all she was worth. It felt amazing.

  "God, you're so fucking tight," I gasped. "How is it possible that you still feel this tight after that pounding I gave you just yesterday?"

  She laughed and leaned down to my ear, whispering, "I think that's one of benefits of a having a fresh, young pussy."

  I groaned as I slid my hands around her body and pulled her forward, taking her pert little nipples into my mouth, one after the other. They were as hard as little pebbles. I teased them with my teeth and flicked them with the hard tip of my tongue, drawing even more whimpers from her as she started to bounce up and down on my dick.

  Reaching around her waist, I cupped her ass. Taking her firm flesh in my palms and kneading it as she moved. When she arched her back and cried out, I slid my hand down in between us, keeping rhythm with her bouncing hips and flicking her clit with my thumb as she rode me.

  Her full, perky tits bounced in front of my eyes as she arched away from me, and it was just as hot as when I held her hard nipples in my mouth. Fuck, it was heaven. It was magic.

  Watching it got me so close to blowing my load that it was a struggle to hold it in. Luckily, with just a few more bounces, she dug her fingernails into my shoulder and growled, "I'm coming. I'm coming again."

  And as soon as I felt that sweet wave of her inner walls gripped my cock as they spasmed around me, I knew she was coming again, and I let go of all of my steel controls and emptied myself inside of her. I was wearing a condom, but it still felt like I was claiming her. Marking my territory. I loved it.

  She gave one last clench of every muscle around me and one last guttural moan before collapsing in a weak and sweaty heap against my shoulder. We sat there together, the sweat cooling our bodies, our breathing re
turning gradually to a normal pace. I stroked her hair and her hip. I kissed the top of her head.

  Finally, she looked up at me, a rueful little smile on her face. "Oh, and I never answered your question last night," she smiled. "But yes, I want you to get an apartment close to me, but not because I need to see if this is real. This is real, I know it is. I just to need you as close as possible. Because I need to be able to do this as much as possible.”

  What she said was music to my ears. My heart, the one that I had written off as black and void, came back to life in my chest as I leaned down and kissed her passionately on the mouth, our tongues intertwining, and clutched her tightly to me. When I pulled back, it was with a smile. "Couldn't agree more," I said.

  17

  Dakota

  I stood in front of the only full length mirror in our sorority house, dressed in a black body con dress that had peek-a-boo cutouts and hugged my every curve, and applied one last touch-up coat of lip gloss.

  I turned to Madison, who stood beside me on the right in a blue number that was a little too short and a little too tight and every inch her, and asked, “What do you think?”

  She examined me, casting her gaze up and down, head to toe. “Fab, babe. Drew won’t know what hit him.”

  I turned to Mariana and Annie, who stood on the other side of me examining themselves in the mirror. “Really? Do you guys think I look okay?”

  “You look amazing! Why are you even stressing? You know you’re beautiful and if it’s about Drew, come on, he loves how you look. You could wear a garbage sack and he’d look at you like you were the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.”

  I smiled. “Thanks, Mariana. You’re good for my self-esteem.”

  Annie leaned forward to look around her. “You look great, of course. But I’ll leave it at that. After the affirmation you just got, I don’t feel like you need me to get into anything more effusive than that.”