The Neighbor Next Door

But I’m on thin ice here, too. There’s a girl I’ve been flirting with, who is so exactly my type that I got hard just by reading her description: curvy, huge tits and ass, and a brunette to boot. And of course, she’s a teenager. It’s so wrong, but I can’t help myself. Her profile says she’s eighteen, but I’ve been burned before and I just can’t go down that road again. It doesn’t help that this description fits that of the girl next door, but it must be a coincidence. An innocent young thing like Janie isn’t on-line, let’s face it. On-line hook-ups are for the dregs of society like myself.

But somewhere in Iowa is a curvy, innocent little teenage girl, and I’m not interested in finding out more. I lied to HeartLove and told her I lived in Florida, to take some of the pressure off. Because for now, I just want to talk a bit. It’s not like we’ll ever meet, right?

I finish the last patch of lawn and pull the cord, bending down to unhook the grass catcher. As I stand, I catch a glimpse of the girl next door through the window of their kitchen. The hedge dividing our houses is almost as tall as I am, so she hasn’t seen me, and I start turning away, intent on not being a creep spying on the teenage girl next door. But the way she’s standing there, flipping pancakes, so lost in her own thoughts is too precious. I’m enchanted. Her brown curls fall over her shoulders and her pink fluffy bathrobe is tied at the waist but those huge tits are not to be contained entirely. I watch her cleavage push together as she reaches forward to scoop the pancakes up from the pan and put them on a plate. Then she suddenly catches my eyes and I pretend to be pinching stray leaves off the manicured hedge, completing my pretended indifference in her with a dark scowl. I continue for a little longer, and when I glance back up, she’s gone. Serves me right. Janie probably thinks I’m the dirty old man who lives next door and wants to molest her … and she wouldn’t be that far from the truth.

6

Janie

As I scoop up my pancakes and put them on the plate, I glance up and my heart sends violent flutters through my chest. Because it’s Trent! He’s standing just on the other side of his hedge, snipping off stray leaves with a scowl. He always seems so angry and serious. I wonder what’s causing his bad mood, but I don’t want him to see me watching, so I grab my pancakes and get out of there.

Vivian is nowhere to be seen. She’s probably at the gym and then going for a tanning session, which is her usual routine each morning. I sit down to enjoy my pancakes in peace with a romance novel open on the table, but I can barely focus on the steamy scene before me. Because the time has come to admit it: tales of hung heroes are not enough anymore. My mind keeps wandering to Trent, and the way it would feel if he did those naughty things to me instead. I swallow the last of my pancakes, and try once more to focus on the words on the page. But it’s pointless because I just can’t sweep images of my gorgeous neighbor from my mind. There’s no point in hoping a guy that hot would be interested in a girl like me, but still, one can dream right?

Forcing myself back into reality, I decide to head back upstairs, where I’ve left my phone. Maybe EasyDude has replied by now? I find myself curious about him and wondering if he really does look the way he described himself. Not that it really matters, I guess. It’s not like we’re ever going to meet. But I do hope that a guy who says he looks like Trent really is on the other end of those messages. Plus, the fact that he thinks I’m hot is a big plus and I blush just remembering his words.

When I get upstairs, there’s a new message from EasyDude, and I grab my phone with bated breath.

EasyDude: how about starting with florida?

Wait, what’s he talking about? I have to scroll up to my previous message, in which I stated that if I had a million bucks I’d like to travel the world. For goodness sake, Janie, don’t be so boring! This is meant to be sexy, and that was not a sexy answer. Even if his question wasn’t sexy, either. Time to spice things up if I’m going to forget about Trent and practice flirting a little.

HeartLove: sure, I don’t mind a little heat

That’s better.

EasyDude: you like the heat, hmmm?