Young Girl Next Door – Part 1

I’ll start by introducing myself. My name is Joe (not really) and I am 28 years old. I live in a nice neighborhood in a house with my wife. At all started when we moved in about a year ago, and my neighbors came over to say hello. I opened the door and was immediately drawn to their beautiful Young daughter, Katie. Her parents, Tom and Mary, introduced themselves, along with their 14 year old daughter, and welcomed us to the neighborhood. After they left, the number 14 was all that I remembered about their short visit. That and her name of course. I’ve always been attracted to young girls and Katie was certainly no exception. She was gorgeous. Five foot nothing with an slim, athletic body. The kind of body you can only get from being 14 years old. If you had asked me at the time how young is too young, I probably would have said 14 is way too young. I knew it was wrong, and knew no one could ever know, but being with that girl was often all I could think about.

It is now a little more than a year later, and I still try and sneak looks of Katie whenever I get the chance. Having never really talked to her, I didn’t know much about her. It’s not exactly socially acceptable for a 28 year old man to spark up a conversation with a 14 year old girl. The only thing I had was whatever my head could imagine about her. That is, until the day I was asked to stay over at their house. Allow me to explain…..

A few months ago Tom and Mary had another baby. I got a phone call from Mary at around 2pm on a Friday night. She frantically told me that she and Tom had a family emergency, and asked if my wife and I could come over to their house and watch their baby for the night, as they could not take him with them. I apologetically informed her that my wife was out of town for the week on a business trip. I was a little surprised to hear her ask me if I could still come over. I didn’t have much experience taking care of a baby, but from the sound of it, she had no other options. She said I could come over right away and she would go over a few things with me before they left. Although not pleased with the idea, I agreed to help them out in the emergency.

I arrived at their house at around 3pm. After receiving ridiculously thorough instructions on what to do with the baby, Mary told me something that completely changed my attitude about the night.

“Katie should be home around 7, but could be later.”

I was caught a little off guard. I guess I had just assumed that Katie would be going with them. And if not, I thought she would be able to care for the baby.

“You still want me to stay the night, even with Katie here?”, I asked.

Mary replied, “Like I said, she won’t be home till 7, and isn’t comfortable being responsible for such a young baby.”

The idea of being alone in the house with Katie had my head spinning. I could actually talk to her without feeling like a creep. I knew nothing would ever happen with her, but just the thought of seeing her in her house was exciting. Would she want to hang out with me at all and keep me company? What will she be wearing? These and many other questions were racing through my head. My mood had greatly improved.

“Ok, thanks you so much for doing this and please call me if you need anything”, Mary said as she was leaving. Four hours of following written directions quickly passed, and 7:00 was now fast approaching. Having my hands full with the child, I didn’t have a lot of time to prepare for what I would do or say once Katie got home. After setting him down for some sleep, I heard the door shut.

“Hello?”, Katie yelled.

My eyes widened, and before even seeing her, I was starting to get aroused. I turned the corned from the hallway, and standing in the foyer was the sexiest little girl I had ever seen. My jaw fell to the floor. She was wearing jeans and a tight long-sleeved shirt. Her body was incredible, and this was the closest I had been to it in a long time.

“Hey Katie”, I said as I reached out to shake her hand. I wanted to touch her so bad, even if just her hand. She reached her hand out and grabbed mine. Her touch was so soft. I held her hand as long as I could. Her first reaction was the moment of truth I was waiting for. Would she be the happy, cheery, friendly type that would actually want to talk to me, or would she be the stuck-up, bitchy type that would say hi and go lock herself in her room.

As we shook hands, she had on the biggest, most beautiful smile I could have imagined.
“Hi Joe! Thank you so much for staying over tonight! I would have been so scared being here all alone. I’m glad I have you to protect me!”

Holy shit, was that the hottest thing I’ve ever heard anyone say. Even though it wasn’t implying anything and was completely harmless, the thought of protecting this scared little teenage girl had me extremely aroused.

“Oh no problem at all.