The Girl Next Door

Written by , on 2018-06-05, genre first times

He’s known her since he was a kid, the girl next door. She used to play with his older sister and he was the little brother that was ignored. He didn’t ignore her though. Hormones raced through him when she’s come over to hang out with his sister in her late teens in the summer, not wearing very much at all. He also had the luck of having his bedroom window overlook her yard. Many times he’d see her laying in the sun by the pool and he’d have to touch himself.

Now he, 21 and she 26, we’re both home from college and back and their parents’ houses. He was just unpacking in his old room when he saw her setting up a lounge by the pool. The memories made him smile. He opened the window and called her.

“Jessica,” he yelled.

“Matt!” She smiles and waved. “What are you doing? Come on over!”

“Two minutes,” he replied. He was oddly nervous somehow. It was just Jessica, after all.

He pulled on a pair of swim trunks, ran down the stairs and made his way to her yard.

“How are you?” she cried and opened her arms.

“I’m good,” he said, putting his arms around for a friendly hug. Her soft, tanned skin pressed against his bare midriff and his hands slid down her bare skin to her waist.

“You look great,” she said, running her eyes up and down him, embarrassing him a little.

“So do you,” he said, trying not to focus on her breasts trying to escape her bikini top.

“How have you been and how’s your mom and dad?” he asked.

“All good,” she replied. “Mom and Dad are gone for the day to visit a friend out of town. Come sit and tell me all about school,” she said.

He did. They chatted for a half hour or so then she offered him a drink. He let himself fantasize while she went in. The “Girl Next Door” fantasy always worked for him.

“Here ya go,” she announced, coming out of the house.

He watched her walk towards him. Her breasts barely contained by her top. Strings holding up the tiny bottom on her hips.

She noticed.

They took a few sips of their drinks and she hopped up out of her chair. “Coming in for a dip?” she asked, smiling.

“Sure!” he replied, as he watched her dive into the pool.

He stopped as she swam over and stood up. Her wet hair plastered against her, the water glistening off her tanned cleavage he felt himself getting more and more turned on. He jumped in the pool, half to be with her and half to conceal his growing arousal.

She couldn’t help but notice he really had grown up since she saw him last. He was in great shape and she felt a little weird getting turned on by her friend’s “little brother”.

He swam a lap and came back to her. He was staring at her lower torso.

“What?” she asked, glancing down. Then she saw “what”. Her string had broke and her bikini bottom had flopped open, revealing pretty much everything.

“Oh my gosh!” she said. “I’m so sorry.”

“Not at all,” he said. “Do you need help?”

“I can’t find the other string,” she said.

He looked at the bottom of the pool and saw it laying there. He picked it up and inspected it. “Broke.” he said, handing it to her.

“Crap,” she said.

He stared at her for a moment. Eyes locked and there was “that moment” when they knew.

His eyes flickered back and forth from her eyes to her lips, as hers did the same. Closer, closer and closer still, as if I’m slow motion. His hands rested on her shoulders. They were wet from the pool and warm from the sun. Her hands found his waist, and they kissed. Slowly. Tenderly. Then they parted. A smile breathy moan escaped both of them, then they kissed again.

The passion grew, as did his arousal. She felt it against her tummy and smiled. Another turned on noise escaped her.

His mind was racing. The years he’d admired her and here is was today kissing her passionately, her bikini falling and his growing cock against her.

His hands found the curve of her breasts and his fingertips traced the sides of them. She undid the strings and tossed the top aside.

“Let’s do this,” she whispered.

He was trembling a little. Although he had been with a few girls in college, he was never with an older one and definitely not with the girl he fantasized about for years. He cupped her breasts and teased the nipples, pinching them slight. Her increased breathing told him this was a good thing.

He kissed her again, pulling her to him, leaving no question as to his state of arousal. She slid her hands down his back and slipped her fingers inside the back of his trunks. He helped her, pushing them down stepping out of them under the water.

She pushed herself up on the side of the pool and peeled off what we’d left of her bikini bottom.

He looked between her legs and needed no invitation. He lowered his head towards her thighs and she opened them, invitingly. His lips kissed the small patch or trimmed hair above the pink folds and his tongue pressed against her.

“Ahhh,” was all she could say.

His hands on her hips, he rolled his tongue over her repeatedly. Slowly at first and faster as he went on. His tongue flicked her swelling clit and slid down the length of her opening.

“Oh my God Matt!” she gasped. “Don’t stop!”

Her breathing shallowed. Her whimpers increased.

He covered her with his mouth. As she started to moan, so did he and the vibrations put her over the edge. She came. Hard.

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