Sabrina Next Door

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I got married late in life. Which was fine, because I loved older women. Always had, figured I always would. My wife is only a year older than me at 44, but I had always gone for older. My first time at the age of 20 was with a 35 year old woman, and they had only gotten older from there. I was a nerd, a study guy, and did well in school and had gotten my pharmacology degree and later gone on to work with Merck.

I had been a nerd and socially awkward in high school. Never had a girlfriend, let alone a lover. I never thought much about it, and never cared much. After all, older women were skilled, and patient and wiling to teach. I figured, who cared that I had never gotten any when i was young. Then I got married to Amy and got a job more toward the executive level and not so much in the minutia.

We moved to the suburbs when I was 37 and we had a kid the next year. Amy was right on the edge of age for a child but things went through fine and we welcomed our own little boy Jerry Jr. to the world. Next door to us were Sam and Kathy, and their little girl Sabrina. Sabrina was as sweet as they come and was their only child and the pair of psychiatrists spoiled her rotten, but her disposition was still sweet and she was a good kid, just turning 8 a few months after we moved in next door.

When she was 11 she began to baby sit for us, and she did a splendid job. Enough so that sometimes we would even have her come sit when one of us was there to make it easier to work. It allowed me to work from home more often which was just fine by me. We became good friends with Sam and Kathy and even went on a vacation with them down to Laguna Beach when Jerry Jr was 5 and Sabrina was 12 and a half. Now Sabrina was a cutie but very awkward. She had a nose that stuck out too far, her eyes seemed too close together and she sprung up like a week, going from 4 foot 5 to 5 foot 2 almost over night. I remembered thinking she was going to have trouble with boys with how picky there were.

She was not a shy girl, even though she was a bit naive about things being spoiled as she was. This vacation she wore bikinis that were more modest than the kind some girls wear, it covered her behind and the top more than swallowed up her just beginning breasts.

What I did notice the second day when Sabrina was drying off after hitting the pool at our rental was her legs. They were too skinny and knobby but the potential was there, and her hips were already jutting out. I thought about never being with girls when I was young and how I wish I had had an awkward neighbor that wasn’t getting action and could have been my entrance into the world of sex acts. I thought it was too bad she wasn’t a few years younger, so that my boy Jerry Jr. could grow up with a ready made girlfriend and not be the outcast I was.

I didn’t think much more about it. Then we went on vacation the next summer. While I had seen Sabrina when she babysat, and I knew she had thickened a bit. But she hadn’t worn anything revealing, her mother was into expensive clothes but not sultry or slutty ones. Now Sabrina had been in a gymnastics accident on the balance beam. The poor girl had landed on her face and had to have some surgery the month before our vacation to Laguna Beach. Most of the work was done on her nose. The bandages came off the day we got to the rental property.

To say they did a good job is an understatement. She went from awkward looking to downright beautiful. Her nose was slimmed and shortened, which made her too close together eyes now look equidistant. Throw in her braces coming off two months prior leaving her with a beautiful smile. She was just starting to fill out, and in her shorts and t-shirt I found myself watching her a lot. The next morning when we went to the beach and she shed her clothes to her bikini. She had really filled out and was mature for her age.

Her legs, were now symmetrical and firm. That amazing in between stage before a bunch of muscle or cellulite forms. Her thighs were as big around as my upper arm, her calves very dainty. Her waist was now defined and the way her skin was so tight across her tummy, the creases when she sat the only sense she wasn’t an airbrushed picture. She had gotten a tan started before we came down and her skin was a gorgeous dark peach all over.