The Girl Next Door_(1)

I still remember the girl next door.

We grew up together. We went from the stage where girls were gross and disgusting to accidental touches and awkward flirting.

She was always my angel, my idea of perfection. She was the kind of beautiful that almost hurts to look at, and she was the type of girl who simply was oblivious to how perfect she was. I am not sure what I did in a previous live to deserve the affection of someone like her, but every awkward flirt, or “accidental” touch was reciprocated in kind.

She was my first kiss, and my first love. I remember the first time I saw her body, a sunny summer afternoon we had spent together, swimming and playing in the water. I went to walk her home and we stopped by her parents car. What started out as a goodbye kiss turned into another, and then another. As our passion mounted I couldn’t help but explore her body. Every time before she had stopped me, but this time her body urged me on.

I slid the strap of her shirt down, exposing her small, firm breast to the late afternoon sun. My heart was beating a million miles an hour, as my lust warred with my desire to not be murdered by her father if he caught us. We may have both been 18 but she would forever be his little girl.

As I was fighting a battle inside myself she reached out and pulled my head down to her exposed breast, that was enough to decide any misgivings I had.

Her flesh was warm and supple in the way only the young can manage, her breasts were but a shadow of what they would grow to be, but were perfect in size and shape. I closed my lips around her nipple, pulling it into my mouth. Pinning it between my teeth I ran my tongue back and forth rapidly. I heard her gasp and her body melted into my arms. She did her best to muffle herself but moans escaped from between her lips. One of my arms slipped behind her back, pulling her tighter against me, while my other hand slipped down and grasped her perfectly shaped ass. Her hands snaked around the back of my head and pulled me tight against her breast.

In time I broke that embrace and found her mouth hungry to meet mine. Our tongues battled against each other, slipping from one mouth to the other. Both of us made desperate hungry noises, to which we were both ignorant of. I pushed her a little ways away from me and slipped one hand down the front of her pants, a task made more difficult by the nearly skin tight jeans she favored.