16 y.o. Zoe’s First Time 1

I woke early that morning due to the insufferable birds that persisted on perching outside my window. I wiped the sleep from my eyes, sat up in my bed and looked out of my window onto the serene rolling hills of the Irish countryside. It was truly picturesque. I glanced at my clock and saw it was only six a.m. I stood and strolled down to my kitchen for breakfast, switching on the television as I went. I listened to the morning news as I drank a glass of water and looked out of the kitchen window whih looked directly out on my neighbour’s house though we were, perhaps, 200 meters apart. From my vantage point I could just about make out the majestic form of my 16 year old neighbour Zo?She was out in her back garden jogging slowly, and seemingly gracefully, around. She was always up at this time. She was beautiful: lightly tanned, gifted with a slim body that kept curves in the right places, luscious lips, brown eyes and black/brown hair. Her figure was on par with Rihanna’s but she had an allure I could not resist. I had often talked to her but I knew too well nothing could ever happen between us.

After watching the sublime figure of my neighbour I strolled into my living room and began to work on my laptop. I was an author though with my new book was under no time constraints. My eyes soon tired due to the little sleep I had had the previous night so I decided to grab my keys and jog over to an old friend’s house. I arrived at Johns house at half ten. He poured me a glass of whiskey when I entered. I reluctantly accepted then we both sat down to watch the highlights of a rugby match. “How have been?” I asked him.
“Good. Same shit different day,” he replied dryly. “You break up with Caran like you said you would?”
“Yep. Finally. She was nice but it just got boring.”
“Good. I was starting to think it might get serious. At least you have Zo? he said with a wry smile. He knew I liked her, but any man would find her attractive.
“A bit too young I think,” I said smiling.