The sound of a slamming door snaps me out of my trance. Still kneeling, I glance over the white picket fence at the Monroe family’s large deck out back. A girl comes walking towards the side of the deck that faces my house. She hesitates for a moment and stares idly into the distance. What is she looking at? Her large breasts bounce eagerly in her tiny tank top, threatening to overflow. Her long brown hair flows behind her in the soft wind.
Is this Susie? Suddenly, my weird conversation with Joe makes so much more sense. Her dark smoldering eyes compliment pink, bee-stung lips. I find myself staring, mouth slightly open, taking in her beauty. Never have I seen a woman so stunning in my life.
I swallow and blink, shaking my head. What am I doing? This girl is still in high school. I’ve met her parents, who aren’t too much older than me. Yet, despite the taboo aspect, I can’t stop staring at their young daughter’s beautiful face and voluptuous breasts.
Suddenly, her eyes swing my way. I feel like a creep for staring, and blush. Imagine that. “Tap That” Firestone blushing over a woman. She smiles merrily, as if reading my thoughts, and waves. I sheepishly wave back, and then, she begins heading my way. Oh shit, oh shit. She has a watering can in her hand, and I can see she’s headed towards the flowers that are on her side of the fence.
I stand quickly and compose myself. As she bounds down the stairs, her breast bouncing freely, I feel myself start to harden. Taking a few subtle, deep breaths, I start trying to release the tension I feel building up in my manhood.
As she makes her way to me, I can’t help but trace her curvy figure with my eyes. Her small, pale waist is slightly exposed by her flimsy tank top. Her curvy hips dance back and forth as she daintily trips her way through the grass over to me.
The closer she gets to me, the better I can make out all the delicate features of her face. Her brown eyes suck me in and her pale, milky skin is illuminated by the sun. On her way over, she accidently drops the watering can and turns around to pick it up.
Slowly bending over, she puts her luscious ass on display just for me. At least, I feel like it’s just for me. I can’t tear my eyes away from the plump cheeks that peek out at me from the bottom of her little shorts, the globes firm and luscious. She picks up the can and turns back around with the cutest little face. Giggling she walks up to me. Nothing separates us but our picket fence and the flower beds.
“I can be so clumsy sometimes,” she laughs. “Hi Neighbor. I’m Susie.”
My heart hammers in my chest, and suddenly, I know I’m done for.
3
Susie
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Hook, line, and sinker. I know right off the bat that my plan has worked. My sexy neighbor can’t stop looking at my luscious breasts or my curvy figure. He’s even more gorgeous up close. His eyes are blue, and he’s got a slight shadow around his chiseled jaw. His jet-black hair has a few strands of silver, although it only makes him look more mature and commanding. He seems utterly massive up close, towering over me with his muscular physique. I almost forget my plan, in fact, because he’s just so mouth-watering.
But then he speaks, and that deep voice has in me in thrall.
“I’m Brady. Nice to meet you.”
I stick my hand out across the space between our two yards. He takes it, and avoiding eye contact, shakes it. There’s a slight pause before we both try to speak at the same time.
I giggle and he sheepishly smiles, then rubs the back of his head. “I was going to say that I’ve met your parents already. Nice people,” he comments, going back to pruning his flowers.
I feel myself deflate a little. He’s so disinterested, and it’s obvious. He’s already gone back to gardening, although he looks handsome doing it. Those tiny blooms are a stark contrast to that huge, muscled form.
Unfortunately, all the confidence I had a mere 30 seconds ago seeps out of me instantly. Of course he wouldn’t be interested in me. If Brady’s already talked to my parents, then he must know how old I am. Which is too young.
To avoid looking awkward, I start watering the roses in the bush below me.
“So Brady, what a nice name. Welcome to the neighborhood. Any connection to Sergeant Brady from Homeland?”
He stops pruning his flowers and leans on the fence, looking directly at my breasts. Then he pauses and looks up at me. I practically melt into his blue eyes. They slightly darken as a hard look crosses his face. Then with a jerk of his head, he shakes off whatever feeling just passed through him.