Joey, the Next Door Neighbor

Most people in their life have the ‘good neighbor’. My entire life I grew up next to a boy named Joey who was the same age as me. As children, we played with our toys, rode our bikes, and played in the sandbox as another child our age would do.

When I was around twelve, my body started to change. I began growing breasts, my body began taking the womanly shape, and I became more attracted to boys.

Joey noticed me as a changed, but he did not stay far behind. I noticed his voice getting deeper; I could see the hairs that were growing on his arms and legs become thicker.

We both noticed each other changing; however, we never said anything about it. When we were both thirteen, things were changing from what they used to be. We were still friends, but we did not play like we used to, of course.

Instead of building sand castles and playing with dolls, we would often go into Joey’s room and play on his computer or air hockey. At that time, I never felt any amorous attraction to Joey; I only felt a friendship. I had never even thought about being Joey’s girlfriend or even what Joey thought about me.

At this point in my life, I was shaving my legs and my pits every two days or so, I was on my period regularly and I had A cup breasts that looked good and would soon become larger as I aged.

As far as masturbation, I did do some exploring and I did masturbate on a nightly basis. Our house did not have locking doors so the usual routine was to pull down my pajamas under the covers and rub myself off.

Getting back to Joey and me, one day after school I promised to help him do his homework. We went to my house after school.

It was the beginning of our sophomore year in high school. I was on the younger side of fifteen as Joey was one month older. At this time, I had grown into B cup breasts.

We brought our books into my bedroom and then went to the kitchen where my mom prepared something to eat. We watched television as we ate our cheese-its and drank our water.

During the school day, I had worn a t-shirt and a tank-top underneath. I wore the t-shirt because of the dress code at our school, but since we were home, I decided to take it off.

When we were finished eating, I said, “Let’s get started on that homework so we can have it done at a decent time.”

Joey agreed and we headed to my room. We both sat on the floor and pulled out our books for Biology. We had the same class together which allowed this assignment to be easier.

It was quite a bit of homework; it took an extensive amount of time. As we were wrapping up, I leaned forward to close the books and notebooks to place them back into my bag.

I looked down and noticed that the way I was leaning forward revealed my nipple. I sat back up and rearranged my top, hoping that Joey did not notice.