Next Door for Christmas

by Nixie Taylor

  I'm slowly inching my way inside her when her phone rings from where she set it beside her on the counter.

  Her body goes tense.

  "Everything okay?"

  She nods but doesn't look convinced. "That's my dad's ringtone."

  It's like a splash of cold water on my face. I'm knuckle-deep in his daughter's pussy. He'll be mad as hell. Maisy will get spooked and run away.

  I can’t let that happen.

  Neither of us moves while the phone continues to ring.

  "I should answer that. It might be important." She retrieves her phone, but before answering she adds, “Don’t stop. Hey, Daddy."

  When I don't move my finger right away, she grabs my wrist and moves my finger for herself. I watch in astonishment as my little angel fucks my finger while talking to her dad.

  It feels like a violation of my friendship with Peter, but fuck if I plan to stop. Maisy already has me wrapped around her little finger.

  The moment passes too quickly, though.

  "Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry. I'll be there in one second."

  She hangs up the phone and pushes my hand away. "Sorry. I blocked the driveway. Daddy's waiting for me to move the car."

  I want to order her to stay. She's mine now. She doesn't need to obey her father anymore, but I decide that making her choose between me or her family is unfair. Things will go easier for her if she’s not fighting them when we announce our…

  What?

  I growl deep down in my throat.

  I love this woman with my heart and soul, but I force myself to look at it from her perspective. I need to give her a little space or I’m just as big of a jerk as Peter frequently is with her.

  I nod. "Of course. The door will be unlocked if you want to come back as soon as you're done."

  She looks back and forth between me and the wall that faces her house. "I’d like that. You have no idea how happy that would make me. But I can't. They'll expect me to tell them boring stories about college that make them feel good about the money they send me each month. Now isn't the time to piss them off."

  She hops off the counter and trots to the front door.

  I doubt she'll ever be coming back. The call spooked her. She'll decide that dating her dad's best friend and life-long neighbor is too strange, too taboo. She’ll tell herself I’m too old and she’s got too much of her own life to live. All I'll have left are my memories and the scent of her on my finger which will fade too quickly.

  Before my baby doll walks out the door, though, she turns and says, "Keep the panties to remember me by." She flashes a smile. "Until we meet again and you steal my next pair."

  The door slams behind her.

  She's gone, but she's left me with the best Christmas gift I could wish for: hope.

  I shove the panties into my pocket to keep her close to me. My erection doesn't wane, but I don't rush to relieve my need. There's a chance I'll see her again before she goes back to school so I'll save myself for her tight, sweet pussy.

  An hour later, a miracle happens.

  Peter sends me a text:

  Dude, the girls are killing me with their boring lady talk. Now they want to watch some dumb movie. Get over here. I've got beer.

  I roll my eyes. Peter can be such an idiot. How could he ever find either his lovely wife or Maisy boring?

  On my way. Can't wait.

  It's not my friend's beer that I want. It's his daughter.

  Maisy

  I don't bother putting on new panties. I like the slick feel when I squeeze my legs together against my exposed pussy. I'm still sopping wet, imagining what Gavin's lips and tongue will feel like on my most sensitive area.

  It’s good to have the pleasant memory of Gavin between my legs because things haven’t gone well with my parents. My dad yelled at me for parking in the driveway and for getting two Cs on my report card. He had zero sympathies for the difficulty I’m having adjusting to living in the dorms. In his mind, I’m just wasting his money.

  My mom was mostly silent until after he left us alone for a few minutes to go get a beer. Then she’d told me to stop provoking my father.

  We sat down and started a Hallmark Christmas romance on TV and pretended things are okay, but I excused myself, pretending that I wanted to talk to a friend.

  I don't need the magic of Hallmark. I've got my own rough and burly masculine hunk living right next door.

  Without Gavin, things have pretty much gone as I expected. So far though, Gavin has made the trip well worth it, and I will make sure I spend as much time with him as possible before I have to go back to school.

  Alone in the living room, I stare at the Christmas tree. The sun has set, leaving the soft glow of the rainbow-colored lights to brighten the room.

  When the fat orange cat jumps out of the pile of presents, I nearly have a heart attack.

  "Bad cat," I say to the monster who's always hated me.

  He hisses and runs out of the room.

  As I take a deep breath to try and get my heart back under control, I see an ornament lying on top of the pile of presents. I reach for it but only bump it deeper under the tree. Frowning at the misbehaving ornament, I drop to my hands and knees and start digging through the presents to try and find it.

  "Don't you just make the sexiest present I've ever seen," Gavin says from behind me.

  It's not completely surprising to have Gavin just walk into our house. He and my dad hang out together so often they rarely bother to knock.

  My heart isn't pounding from surprise, but desire.

  I want to run into his arms, but I don't want to seem too desperate. "Behave. The cat knocked something off the tree."

  "I'd help you look, but I can't stop staring at your gorgeous ass. Glad to see you haven't bothered putting on panties yet."

  I blush and hope the Christmas lights will hide my reaction from him. I want to appear more mature and sophisticated than I really am.

  Deciding to tease my man, I wiggle my ass back and forth before picking up the ornament. It’s one I made in grade school. It's a simple piece of paper cut into the shape of Santa and poorly colored with haphazard lines. I hate it. I'm sure that's why Mom puts it up every year.

  "When are you going to unwrap your present?" I ask.

  Gavin clears his throat. "Seriously, stand up before your dad comes in and finds me lusting after his daughter."

  I sigh but obey. He's right. I rise up on my knees, hang the ornament, and finally stand. Smoothing my dress, I say, "This sucks."

  Gavin opens his mouth to reply, but from down the hall, my dad says, "What sucks, Pumpkin?"

  Gavin and I share a look of shock at how close we'd come to being discovered.

  "Your damn cat keeps practically knocking over the tree," Gavin says in a loud, boisterous voice as he hugs my dad. "When are you going to get that thing under control?"

  "Right after the wife and daughter," Dad replies, laughing at his own bad joke. Gavin smiles but doesn't join in the laughing. My dad continues with his bad humor. "You've met them. When do you think that'll be?"

  "Cats aren't people, Peter,” Gavin says. “There's no reason to try to control grown women."

  His defending me fills my heart with joy. He's chosen me over his old friend. Maybe there is a chance for us after all.

  Dad rolls his eyes and punches Gavin on the arm. "You clearly need a beer or three to loosen up. Come on. I’ve got one waiting for you in the basement.”

  He slaps Gavin on the back and pulls him away from me.

  I grab my phone from the coffee table and send my two roommates a quick text.

  OMG. I'm in love. Maybe lust. No, definitely lust, too. So fucking hot. I'm about to seduce my older next-door neighbor. How's your holiday going, bitches?

  I put my phone on silent. Taunting them is plenty. I'll deal with their advice after I've found a way into his pants.

  My heart flutters. I'm not this kind of girl. I'm the quiet, shy, good girl who never gets in troub
le. I'm a million miles from anyone even considering I might be a slut, but I'll cross that distance in a hurry if it's what it takes for me to get my man.

  When I make my way into the TV room in the basement, Gavin is hugging my mom. She kisses him on both cheeks which makes me want to slap her face to chase her away.

  My man.

  Instead, I flop onto one of the two couches and pretend to examine my fingernails.

  Does Gavin like women with manicures? He probably doesn't like ragged nails. I'll have to stop chewing on mine. It's a bad habit I have when I'm stressed, and when am I not stressed at college.

  Daddy hands Gavin a beer. I don't even bother asking for one. Even though he let my brother start drinking when he was eighteen, Daddy would never let me. I hate the double standard, but rather than complain about it, I have a different plan.

  I'm going to fuck his best friend, marry him, and then have dozens of babies.

  From the other couch where he and my mom are sitting, Dad points at space on the couch next to me. "The old ball-and-chain says I have to cuddle next to her during the movie. Looks like you'll have to share the other couch with Maisy."

  Gavin says, "That won't be a problem. Gotta take care of your women."

  My dad thinks he's talking about him, but I see the hunger in Gavin's eyes and know he’s talking about me. The incredible stud wants to take care of me and my needs.

  The tingle between my legs is unbearable. I quickly pretend to shiver and pull the blanket from the back of the couch over me while Daddy hits play on the remote.

  I have no idea what we're watching. All of my focus is on Gavin. He smells fresh from the shower. I want to get him dirty again.

  "Slide over, kid," Gavin says, nudging me to the middle of the couch.

  He takes my spot and casually drapes his arm over my shoulder. The lights are off and my parents are too busy whispering at each other and sneaking kisses to notice us, so I lean against Gavin's chest.

  Without taking my eyes off of the TV, I make sure the blanket is hiding us both and slide my fingers between the buttons of his shirt and play with his chest hair. I unbutton the shirt a little more so I can gain easier access to feeling the muscles of his chest and play with his nipple.

  He leans over me and whispers in my ear. "Careful there. Don't start something you can't finish."

  In reply, I continue working on his buttons, exposing his rock-hard abs. "I'll finish what I start."

  His stomach tenses against my touch and he growls gently.

  "What's that, Gavin?" Daddy asks.

  My heart stops beating. We were so close to getting caught again. The thrill of the secrecy is a powerful aphrodisiac.

  "Nothing,” Gavin says. “Must have just heard my stomach growling. Working on this new diet to lose a few pounds I've picked up already this weekend."

  Mommy snorts. "You don't have an ounce of fat. Live it up a little. Let me get you some food."

  I feel Gavin's chin on my hair as he shakes his head. "I've got big plans later tonight. I'm going to eat up everything in the house later."

  My pussy leaks down the inside of my thigh. I wipe it up with the tips of my fingers and feed them to my man.

  His soft tongue licks up my juices.

  "Maybe I'll have to have some with you," I say, delighting in the secret conversation we are having right in front of my parents.

  "Looks to me like you've already put on your freshman fifteen," Daddy says. "You might want to focus more on dieting than the binging."

  I freeze with rage, more so because if Daddy noticed the extra weight, Gavin must have, too.

  Before I can run to my room and lock the door behind me, Gavin squeezes my shoulder. "Nonsense, Peter. Maisy has really come into her own, if you ask me. She's a beautiful young woman. A man would be lucky to have her even glance his direction."

  "Both of you, hush. This is the good part," Mom says as if oblivious to the insult Dad just lobbed at me.

  Gavin's words have softened the blow. Because of his protection, I’m even hornier than I was a second ago.

  I lower my hand to Gavin's lap and discover he's as ready for sex as I am. His long, thick cock is bent at an awkward angle as it strains for freedom.

  I unbutton his pants, and ever so slowly pull down his zipper so my parents don't hear. I play with the cum-spot on his boxer-briefs and get rewarded by Gavin breathing heavier and shifting to give me easier access. I would tease him more, but that would be denying me what I'm really after. I slide my hand inside the front of his underwear and rub my palm over his cock.

  "The movie will be over in a minute," I whisper. "You can have me however you want me once they leave."

  I continue rubbing him with my palm, spreading his pre-cum down his shaft, until the credits roll.

  Mommy is the first to move. "Come on, Peter. Take me to bed."

  "I'll meet you in a minute. I should see Gavin out first."

  Gavin quickly replies, "Maisy and I were talking about another movie we want to see, so I think I'll stick around for a few more hours."

  He doesn't ask permission. It's a simple statement of fact. I'm pretty sure that if Daddy objects, Gavin will tell him to get lost so he can fuck his daughter.

  Instead, Daddy shrugs. "Whatever. You know where the fridge is if you decide to break that fast of yours."

  "I'm definitely ready to eat my fill, Peter. You better hurry before Nicole starts without you."

  Daddy laughs but jogs up the stairs, leaving me all alone with Gavin.

  I'm horny and ready to fuck but worried that Gavin has been leading me along just to fuck with me. He's so goddamn hot. The voice of doubt in my head screams, "What would he want to do with you and your freshman fifteen!"

  We sit in silence until we hear my dad shut their bedroom door.

  This is the moment.

  Either the man I've fallen for will claim me now, or he will run back to his house, leaving me turned on and frustrated.

  "I believe you said you were going to finish what you started," Gavin says. "You better be ready to back that up because my dick is going to explode if you don't take care of me."

  "I'll take care of you forever, Gavin," I say, rolling off the couch and dropping to my knees.

  Gavin

  My baby doll looks so beautiful on her knees between my legs. She shocks me with her eagerness by tugging on my pants and saying, "Give me that big cock, Gavin."

  The crude words from her sweet, innocent lips drive me wild. I help her with my belt. She tugs off my pants and underwear and throws them onto the other couch.

  Before Maisy lunges at my dick, I lean down and give her a kiss. "I love you, baby doll. It's crazy that it’s happening this fast, but it's true. You're the only one for me from now on. Forever."

  My heart pounds in my chest as I wait to see if my words make her run away. I should have waited, but she’s so damn perfect I couldn’t spend one more second with her not knowing how I feel.

  "I love you, too."

  I gasp in relief.

  She runs her tongue across her lips and I lose control. We can talk sweet nothings afterward. Right now, I need my Maisy, and she delivers by licking from the base of my dick all the way up to the tip.

  "It's so long," she says, looking at me with her big, wide-open eyes.

  My cock twitches in appreciation.

  She wraps her mouth around my sensitive dick and slowly lowers herself onto me. I take pride in stretching her mouth wide. She’s going to love that stretch when I fuck her pussy.

  She pulls away with a gasp. "And it's so wide."

  I waggle my eyebrows and say, "The better to fuck you with, my dear."

  "You're such a big bad wolf, and I'm so young and defenseless. What are you going to do to me?"

  "Everything you want, little one."

  I pull her mouth back onto my dick and show her how to fist my dick while giving me a blow job."

  She takes to the lesson immediately as if my dick were
made for her. She can't take more than half my length, but she doesn't shy away from the challenge, giving me all that she's got.

  It feels incredible.

  Too incredible.

  If I'm not careful, I'm going to shoot my load in her mouth. That'll be perfect someday soon, but right now, I want her pussy more than anything in my life. I'll have to make sure she's ready for me first, though.

  With much regret, I pull her off my dick.

  "Was I doing it wrong?" she asks.

  "Not at all, baby doll. You are a dick-sucker extraordinaire. I was just thinking that your pussy deserves some attention, too."

  Her eyes light up as she smiles. "My pussy definitely isn't going to argue with that."

  I pull her onto the couch and lay her on her back.

  She pulls her legs back toward her chest and spreads them wide, displaying herself to me. "Think you can make me come, Big Bad Wolf?"

  I growl. "Of course I can. That's the wrong question. The right one is either how many times or how quickly?"

  I don't leave my baby doll waiting. I drop to my knees on the floor, lower my head down over her pussy, and inhale her feminine scent.

  I squeeze her bountiful ass with both of my hands. "I love every inch of every curve of your incredible body."

  When I flick my tongue between her pussy lips, she squeals with delight before remembering her parents are in the house, too. She covers her mouth briefly with both hands for a second before returning them to hold her legs open for me.

  I playfully nibble on her peach fuzz and shake my head while growling like a dog playing with its favorite toy.

  She giggles. "You do hate it? I'll shave it when I take a shower tomorrow."

  "Don't do it on my account. You are perfect as you are."

  "But all the girls you see online—"

  I cut her off. "I'm not looking for a girl online. I only want you. Your eyes. Your hair. Your lips. Your big, full breasts." I slap my hands against her legs. "These gorgeous, thick thighs." I run my tongue up her slit once more, this time more leisurely. "And this delicious pussy. You are mine from now on, and that's all I'll ever want again. Shave it or let it grow, but do it because it makes you feel sexy. You'll be sexy to me whatever you do."