Margo’s Neighbor

Margo’s Neighbor

“Seems like you’ve got this down,” I said. I unclicked my pen and started putting away my things. “Your parents getting home soon?”

 “Umm, lemme check.” She took out her phone.

“If not,” I said, “maybe we can talk about what we talked about before.”

She smiled as she constructed her text. Like Margo, Julia had a sarcastic undertone to her demeanor. She was hilarious, but she rarely let you see it on her face. She had bright green eyes, but they were masked by heavy eyelids. A minute of fervent typing and paper shuffling and I was packed up and ready for the answer.

“Late,” she said. She gave a playful golf clap and put down her phone. “Ok.” She exhaled. “So yeah. I think you should come over tomorrow.”

I thought I understood her immediately but chose to keep it cool. “Like, for a session?”

Julia tilted her head. “Well, yeah. That’ll be the cover if it comes to it. It’s not gonna matter.”

“Why won’t it?”

“No one’s gonna know you’re here,” she said.

“Right.”

“So we have early dismissal,” she said. “I’m home by 12:15. They’re gonna be at work until 5. So yeah.”

“I see,” I said. “So you could tell them you asked me to come for a session, for SAT sake.”

“Yeah.” She smiled again, not sarcastically but in an enticing way.

Julia was a light-skinned Indian teen. She had braces to go along with those heavy green eyes. She was athletic and fit. Varsity tennis for her high school. But maybe most surprisingly, she had a booty.  Like, a real serious one. A booty that captured the word itself. And she was tall, which gave that booty of hers an extra ‘o’ or two.

“Wow, this is kinda crazy,” I said. “So, like, this is what you want?” I was sitting at her dining table, the street view from the window directly in front of me. I glanced instead up and to my left, at the top of the stairs that led to her bedroom. The thought of me walking up there gave me a nervous excitement in my stomach.

She laughed for just a moment and put her palms flat onto the table. “Ok, I know.” She exhaled. “So, yeah, I feel I just need to say this. Even though I know you already know.” She exhaled again. “I like you, dude.”

“Yeah.”

“And, yeah, like, I dunno if I want to…yet. But, we could at least, play around.”

I was trying to keep it cool but my heartbeat was speeding up. “Yeah. I mean, I just have to feel certain that we don’t have any potential problems.”

“Yeah for sure. So, no one’s gonna be home. No neighbors, no, like, cleaners, no surprises for tomorrow. And they never never just drop by or anything. They’re like all the way in Mountain View.”

“There’s no cameras in the house?” I asked.

“Dude, no!”

“Well, I’m just making sure!” I said.

“Yeah yeah I get it I get it,” she said. She squirmed in a cute little way in her seat. “Also, oh my god this is so awkward. I’m not like…experienced, if you get me.”

For years there had been a fantasy in my head that I never got to try. Timing was most of it. Conditions had to be just right. I hoped, at least, someone would think it’s hot. I felt a rush at that very moment, to take a risk, at least in my head, and suggest it to her.

“I have an idea I’ve never tried before but would love to.”

She said an “ok” like you would if you were pretending to trust someone, but deep down, you weren’t sure what to expect. I recognized her feeling that she felt in the moment. I could relate. I definitely didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. In fact I felt a strong desire to do the opposite for her, and I also felt confident that my idea aligned with her comfort. That was a big reason I felt willing to risk saying something in the first place.

“Ok, so, we put on a song. I’m sitting on the edge of your bed, the front side. You face away from me and sit in my lap.”

When I spoke of having her sit in my lap, it was like we had broken a wall of awkwardness. We were now in it, together, being fully real with ourselves. That made us both settle into each other’s gazes and indulge in the details.

“So you’re dry humping me. We have all our clothes on, just like now, our jeans. And we keep going until the new song comes on. We can, like, plan out the songs, ya know? But then for the new song, we switch into pajamas, do the same thing.”

Julia also had, to go with her bundle of sarcasm, a hearty laugh that sounded everyday and real as they come. She laughed as she clapped the table top and then said “whoaaaaa” like I had said something edgy.

“I like it,” she added. It was then silent and quick to feel awkward, and she interrupted the silence with a big laugh that was agreeable.

“And then,” I said, “then the new song comes on, and now we’re in our underwear. And the last song…well…”

“Na–ked,” she said. We both laughed.

Her heavy eyes looked at me seductively, but at the same time that look of seduction looked like someone pretending to be seductive. The fact that she was so unfamiliar with the type of stuff we were talking about added a whole level of hotness to the situation.

“So…what happens after that?” she asked.

I smiled and put my hands up. “Nothing, possibly. Something else, possibly. You fully decide, no matter what.”

We shared some seconds in silence, while smiling to each other. Julia had her arms crossed on the table, her chin settled onto them. She lifted her head and exhaled into a smile.

“Dude, I’m in,” she said. “Oh my god, this is crazy. I can’t believe we’re gonna do this.”

“Just as long as you want to,” I said.

“I want to,” she said.

I stood up and patted my backpack. “Ok, you said 12:15…so, like 1? 130?”

“1 is good,” she said. “Oh my god. Should we, like, oh my god I’m so awkward, dude, I dunno how to say things.”

I smiled at her.

“Should we,” she said, “like. I think we should kiss first. Like, right now.”

We slowly moved into each other and I brought my right palm up to cup the left side of her cheek and chin. I gently tilted her head and locked softly into her lips, which then softened even more. All the while my left hand embraced her body at her hip, holding her steady. She nibbled on my bottom lip as we breathed from the blood rush. It ended for a moment and I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a “wow”.

“This is a good idea,” she said before a laugh. We had a couple quick pecks in a row and then let go of each other. Julia fanned herself and told me it was time to stop.

“Ok,” I said. “I gotta get going anyway. So, 1. I’ll plan to show up then. Maybe I’ll park around the corner and just walk to your doorstep, in case of snoopy neighbors or something.”

“But they’d see you if you’re walking up. This isn’t a thing, dude. Just drive up, it’s fine.”

“I’m just nervous too!” I laughed, walking to the door. “Alright alright. I’ll…see you then.”

She put a hand on my back and said bye.

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The next day I was a wreck in the best sense. The kind of behavior where you’re so nervous, you’re packed and organized and ready to go out the door, but it’s still not happening for another 2 hours. Getting to the airport behavior, at least for us anxious types. And of course above all, nervous because of what I was gonna do with her. I kept an open mind to the possibility that nothing or anything could happen. Be happy with it all either way.

It was a long drive over. It was an even longer walk from my car to her front door. But I rang the bell and could hear jogging footsteps approaching, the door then flung open, Julia with a wide smile of braces to go with her white lace top and blue jeans and the maroon hair bow. For being relatively light-skinned, that sharp white top brought out her beautiful warm light brown color. I slipped inside and we embraced and Julia leaned in to kiss me. A flash of panic hit me because my muscle memory was telling me I was coming to teach her and the family was home. So I was slightly resistant to receive her touch, but we locked lips and that feeling fled as a primal lust barged its way through. I rubbed her back and slid my hands down to her hips.

I pushed my crotch into her and pinned her against the entrance wall. I had to kiss up a bit because of her height, and as I did so I started grooving my hardness in circles into her jeans.

Julia parted from our kiss. “Ok good, I was worried you needed, like, time.”

“I wasn’t sure. But, yeah, I’m good.”

“I’m in my head too much. I’m just happy you’re here,” she said. It was only then that I realized she had been bouncing up and down a little bit since the door opened.

“Come on,” she said. “I just need to, at this point.”

I agreed with her but inside it was like I couldn’t catch my breath. But I still felt fine with that feeling. Things were so fast in that moment for me to even process.

She grabbed my hand while still bouncing a little. “Ok. Ok.”

She jogged ahead while whispering “Ok” and I hopped up the stairs in unison. With each leg lift I could feel the bulge in my pants rubbing against my jeans. At the top of the stairs and to the left was her bedroom. It was hard to see with minimal light but it looked like it was a bit messy. The fleeting thought passed through me that we were about to mess it up even more. How thrilling that thought was. But no time to think, we were inside, the light on quick, which felt warm and soft and the walls hummed with a welcoming shade of honey. I sat on the front of the bed. Directly ahead there was a tv on a stand and clumps of clothing blocking one of the mirrored closet doors, the other door available to access, where I could see my own reflection. To the left of the bed was the wall. To the right of the bed there was enough space for her dresser, some clothes around it and a few pieces sticking out of drawers. On the top of the dresser she had speakers and personal care products and no room for anything else. It was a nice room and it was a messy room and it was real. The room was a warm honey color and felt like it too.

Julia’s energy was up. She awkwardly turned to different corners of the room, as if looking for something to do. It was cute. And when she turned around, I was staring at her jeans because her juicy ass sprung up and down, and it was a bit hypnotic because her juicy ass sprung up and down. I told her she looked really, really good.

“I like how sweet you are,” she said…

I was thinking about how close we were to touching each other. The fact, even, that us rubbing and touching each other would cause us to get wild with energy. The fact that that fact is true, is a turn-on in itself.

“No one but us,” she said. “No one’s gonna know.”

“Hell yeah,” I said. I felt excited and unguarded right then, and it helped the words naturally flow out. “I’m excited for us to feel each other.”

“I’m excited too!” she said. She put her hands to her chest and did a little shimmy, saying, “We’re gonna touch each other!” She laughed to drown out her perceived awkwardness.

She tapped her phone and a Travis Porter song started.