Next Door for Christmas

by Nixie Taylor

  Next Door for Christmas

  Nixie Taylor

  Next Door for Christmas

  Nixie Taylor

  Copyright © 2019 Nixie Taylor

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  Contents

  1. Maisy

  2. Gavin

  3. Maisy

  4. Gavin

  5. Maisy

  6. Gavin

  7. Maisy

  8. Gavin

  9. Maisy

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  Maisy

  My body tingles as I pull into the driveway. This Christmas is going to be special.

  I've missed my family something awful since leaving for college a few months ago. After leaving on bad terms, neither I nor my family had extended any kind of olive branch to smooth things over. I'll make them understand how the things they said hurt me, and we'll hug and cry and everything will go back to like it was before: one happy, loving family.

  When I don't notice my brother's car in the driveway, my mind starts to try to tell me the reality of my return will be very different than my dreams.

  Shut up, brain. It's going to be perfect.

  I hop out of my car, grab my suitcase from the backseat, and jog across the yard. Instead of my parents waiting for me on the porch, I find a note taped to the front door.

  Maisy,

  Dad and I waited for you for an hour before we left. Would it have killed you to make it home at the time you promised? It would have really helped get things off on the right foot.

  Make yourself at home. We’ll be back later.

  Love, Mom

  P.S. No parties. No messes.

  -Dad

  P.S.S. We changed the locks recently. Your key won't work anymore. Ask Gavin to let you in.

  -Also, Dad

  The note crushes my hopes for my Christmas break.

  I’m clearly not going to have the perfect Hallmark-Christmas moment with my family.

  I probably won't even get back on talking terms with them.

  Hell, I probably won't even get my own key to my own house.

  I drop the suitcase in front of the porch swing, blow out a sigh of frustration, and look over at Gavin's house. It's a mirror image of our Colonial-style home. Our kitchens face each other, and our garages are on the far sides of the houses. My bedroom is above the kitchen and has a perfect view of the home gym Gavin installed in the room that corresponded with my bedroom.

  My nipples harden at the memories of the hunk I grew up next door to, working out each night before bed.

  Gavin is my dad's best friend. They’re the same age, so he was completely off-limits, of course. Not that he would have ever thought of me as anything other than the little girl next door.

  It never stopped me from fantasizing about his bulging biceps, or his massive chest, or the tight shorts that I swore sometimes gave me a hint of his dick.

  I fan my face, but it doesn't stop me from blushing.

  Stop being a baby and go get the key.

  It's not like a man like Gavin would ever be interested in someone like me. I'm too young, too curvy, and he probably remembers me as the annoying pipsqueak who stammered over her words whenever I tried to talk to him.

  I consider breaking the window and climbing into my house. My dad would disown me if I hurt his precious house.

  I glance at my phone to check the time before realizing I have no idea when they’ll be home.

  Instead, I hurry across our yards and knock on his door before my courage fades.

  I’ll show him I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m a sophisticated college woman who has kissed two men this semester. Both on first dates. Neither resulted in a second date.

  I push the negative thoughts aside, ready to...what? Seduce him?

  God. As if I could ever dare.

  Immediately after knocking, I wipe my sweaty hands on my dress. The cold of winter back up north hits me. Goosebumps break out on my arms.

  "Who is it?" Gavin calls out from somewhere above me.

  I look around but can't find him. "It's me. Maisy. I just got home from college. There was a note. Key."

  I nearly die from embarrassment as I quickly forget how to talk.

  Still invisible, Gavin says, "Ah, that's right. Your mom mentioned you'd be stopping by. Grab hold of the ladder, and I'll come on down and give you what you need."

  I get dizzy at the thought of him giving me what I really need, which is for him to pin me against the nearest wall, hike up my dress, and slide his fat dick into my tight, virgin—

  He calls out to me again. "Maisy, hold the ladder so I can get you the key."

  I shake my head to rid myself of the daydream. Of course he doesn’t want to fuck my young innocent body. He’s a sexy, experienced man of the world. He has his pick of any of the single women in town. He doesn’t need an awkward, inexperienced girl like me.

  Hell, he probably kissed two women the last time he went grocery shopping.

  The metal ladder is cold. I grab the middle of one of the rungs with both hands, press my cheek against the icy aluminum, and tell myself I'm taking a long, cold shower the second I get inside my parents’ house.

  When the ladder bounces in my hands, I look up and see a god descending from heaven.

  Gavin's wearing construction boots, but it's the blue jeans that catch all of my attention. More accurately, it’s the way the snug jeans cup his perfect ass, making my mouth water.

  "Damn," I mumble under my breath.

  "What's that?" he asks.

  "Nothing. Just...remember...something. Hi."

  I close my eyes and hope lightning strikes me.

  No such luck.

  I'm startled back to reality when something denim hits my hand. Opening my eyes, I see that Gavin has basically straddled my arms. I'd barely have to move to touch the treasure between his legs.

  I jerk away. "Sorry."

  Gavin laughs. "Don't worry about it. It's not every day a pretty lady touches my pants."

  He called me pretty. I must be dreaming.

  I pinch my arm, but he's finished descending the ladder and is standing in front of me, close enough to touch.

  Touch me, Gavin. I won't tell my dad.

  His smile makes me forget how miserable I'd been a minute ago. The entire trip home has already been worth the effort.

  I've never stood this close to him before. He smells like man. Raw, powerful, masculine man. The kind who can build a house with his own hands or kill a mountain lion just by glaring at it.

  What the fuck is wrong with me?

  Whatever it is, I want to make it worse. Gavin makes me want to be a very naughty girl.

  I want him to take me in his arms and carry me into his house. I need him to lie me on his bed and make love to me until the entire town has heard me scream his name.

  Instead of telling him all that, my stupid mouth kills the moment. "Why...roof leaking?"

  His smile doesn't falter one bit, though. In fact, his eyes start to twinkle as he excitedly says, "Christmas. I'm finishing up putting the lights on the roof. I’m getting a late start this year because of a bunch of overtime, but I’m going to make the most of these last two days before the big day. Want to help? God, nothing gets me in the mood like setting up the decorations.”

  If decorat
ing gets him in the mood, nothing could keep me away. I nod mutely before realizing he meant in the mood for the holidays, not in the mood for sex.

  He pats my arms and desire floods my loins. I shift my legs against the wetness that has coated my panties.

  "Come inside and we'll get you taken care of."

  No matter what happens next, just the innuendo of the things he keeps saying will keep my fingers busy each time I lock myself in my bedroom and masturbate the rest of my time home.

  I follow him into his house. I've never been inside before without my parents.

  If only I can get him to notice me.

  I roll my eyes behind his back. There's no way the biggest hunk from my childhood is going to let himself be seduced by someone like me. I don’t know why he’s never married, but I assume it’s because he hasn’t met someone as incredible as he is. How could he in this small town?

  And what hope does that give me?

  Absolutely none.

  I watch the muscles in his shoulders roll like the ocean as he leads me into the kitchen. I want to look around the house to see if he’s changed any of the decorations, but I can't pry my eyes from his body. He's a walking sex-machine.

  My body aches with longing. I want him with every fiber of my being. Why couldn't I just be older so he might consider spending one night teaching me how to be a woman?

  "I kept it right here on the counter."

  I bump against his back when he stops.

  "Sorry, Mr. Knox."

  He turns and brushes his fingers against my cheek. "Don't worry about it, baby doll. It was just an accident. God, it is incredible to see you again." He sits down on one of the barstools.

  Like we’re magnets, I’m drawn to him, closing the distance between us.

  It's all I can do to keep from jumping into his lap and purring like a kitten. "You, too. You've clearly kept up with the workouts."

  "I try. But look at you. You're quite the woman now."

  His hand falls to my hip.

  I instinctively take a step toward him.

  "You make that dress look stunning."

  My eyes are locked on his lips.

  I lick my own to prepare for a kiss I need but know will never come. I'm misinterpreting what's happening here, surely. He's just a nice guy, making a lonely girl feel welcome back to her neighborhood.

  He doesn't crave me like a woman. I'm just the girl who grew up next door to him. The daughter of his best friend.

  He'll never take me to his bed.

  He'll never kiss me.

  But I must have him. I can't let him get away because I'm too much of a coward to tell him I've fallen for him. The whole point of going to college is to become the kind of woman who can make adult decisions.

  I might not have settled on a major yet, but I've picked out the man I want to spend my life with.

  I don't know how to tell him, though.

  So I let my body do the talking.

  I open my lips and kiss my dad's best friend.

  No matter what his reaction is, I’ll always have this one perfect moment where I was bold and went after what I wanted.

  Gavin

  I won't ever let myself forget one fact no matter how old I get. When we first kissed, my baby doll's full, soft lips tasted like cherry lip gloss.

  I want to dive between her legs and taste her pussy, but I hold myself back.

  It would be too much too soon.

  I place my hand against the smooth, creamy skin of her neck and feel her racing pulse.

  My baby doll is nervous.

  She's excited, too. I can feel her urgency in the way her tongue explores mine. Now that I have her, there's no rush.

  I've been anxiously awaiting her arrival since her dad gave me the key. I'd started to notice her over the summer when she turned eighteen. She spent a lot of time lounging around in the backyard in her bikini, trying to work on her tan, and making my dick hard.

  I never made a move out of respect to my friend. Peter would surely lose his shit if I started fucking his daughter. It hadn't stopped me from fantasizing about her while alone in my bed or the shower, though.

  And here she is now in my kitchen, her lips pressed against mine, her heart racing because of my touch.

  Peter’s great and all, but I’m not going to lose Maisy just to keep from offending her father.

  I’m not going to let her out of my life again. We'll figure out college, but one way or another she's mine. Forever.

  Her body tenses as if uncertain about something.

  I don't rush her. We have time. We have forever.

  Like a cliff diver who has conquered her fear, she reaches her hand down between our bodies and her palm rubs against my jeans over my cock.

  I moan in frustration about the pants that are separating me from my baby doll.

  Her eyes go wide as she feels the size of me, which makes my cock throb and a bead of cum spread against my boxer-briefs.

  Now that she’s made the first move, I cup her ass with both hands and give it a squeeze. It's soft and comforting. I want more, and I want it now, but she pulls her hand away from my dick and slides it between our chests as if to hold our bodies apart.

  "You okay?" I ask with my lips still touching hers.

  I won't push her if she needs to slow things down, no matter how much my cock needs to be inside her.

  "I can't breathe," she says.

  I lean back to see her better. "Like asthma?"

  She giggles and it sounds like angels singing. "No. It's just overwhelming. You're overwhelming. Is this a bad idea? My dad will kill us, you know?"

  Practically growling, I say, "I won't let him touch you."

  She smiles. "No, not like that. Dad wouldn't hurt a fly. Physically. He'll just disown me and stop paying the part of my tuition he's paying. He'll probably move so he never has to see you again. You know Dad. He doesn't deal well with conflict and will just retreat into himself."

  I nod, already sick of talking about Peter. He's my best friend, but right now, he's the last thing I want to think about.

  "It'll be fine. You're old enough to follow your own path, and I'll help you with whatever you need."

  She playfully slaps my chest and turns as she tries to escape to the other side of the counter.

  I wrap her in my arms and pull her close with her back against my stomach, my dick against her plump ass. Her hair smells like fresh-cut flowers.

  "You're just saying that, Gavin. I know guys. You're all the same. You'll say whatever it takes to get laid."

  My dick throbs again at the suggestion.

  She giggles once more. "See. You can't fool me."

  "Maisy, that's just not true with me. I want more than a quick fuck. I want you to be mine forever. You're so goddamn gorgeous."

  "Come on. You're just making a fool of yourself now."

  I kiss her neck while squeezing her breasts.

  She doesn't try to resist. Her body molds against mine like we're made for each other.

  "Let's get you out of these panties. I need to taste your pussy right here in my kitchen. Once we've made love for the first time, you'll see I'm not going anywhere, baby doll."

  She answers by hiking up her dress and slightly lowering her panties.

  I take it from there.

  I lift her onto the counter and pull her hips to the edge. With a quick yank, the panties are in my hands. They are pink cotton panties with red cherries all over them. I hold them against my nose and inhale. "Cherries, huh?"

  "Oh my God." She's blushing which only makes her perfect face look even more amazing. "I have a ton of laundry to do. I've got sexier ones, I swear."

  "You won't need any around me, baby doll. My dick won't stay soft long enough around you to bother putting them on all the time."

  Her knees are locked together, and her dress is covering her lap. I want to tear the dress off of her but force myself to remain in control.

  "Spread your legs for me."


  She shakes her head.

  "What's wrong? Change your mind?"

  She shakes her head again. When I don't move or push her for details, she eventually says, "I don't shave...down there. Just trim a little for the bikini line."

  "Maisy, I don't care if your pussy is bald or untouched. I'm going to devour it either way, and I'm going to love it because everything about your body is perfect."

  Her legs part, tentatively but surely.

  "Are you sure you want this, Maisy? There won't be any turning back once I've tasted you."

  She trembles as she says, "Why would I ever want to shut down whatever is happening between us? I've been fantasizing about you since I was old enough to know what that meant. I used to hang out in my room instead of watching TV just so I could sneak a peek at you while you worked out. I want to be with you more than you could imagine. There won't be any turning back by me."

  My baby doll wants me as badly as I need her. That's all I need to hear.

  She gasps and grabs ahold of the front of my shirt when I lightly touch the inside of her thigh. "Oh my God."

  I can't hide a smirk at how her body responds to my touch. "You haven't felt anything yet."

  I know I can bring her pleasure. I focus on taking things slow so she gets the best experience.

  Drawing my hand up her leg, I cup her mound when I reach the top.

  She whimpers and nods her head. "More."

  She's so wet already.

  I slide my fingers along her slit, spreading her open.

  "More," she demands.

  I press against her hard clit and make a little circle.

  "Fuck, that's good. More."

  I slide my hand down between her swollen lips and find the opening that my cock will stretch wide soon. My dick strains painfully against my pants, begging for release. She's so ready for me, it takes no effort to curl my finger inside her. She squeezes my finger tight. I'll definitely need to go slow when we fuck later.