Princess Next Door

Zane watched as she slowly cleaned away her vomit, only she didn’t stop at the floor. She cleaned the entire seating area, wiping everything down, spraying some kind of smelly, flowery odor stuff, and in the end she spent two whole hours cleaning his truck.

“There, I’m going to leave the windows and doors open. Do you want some lemonade?” she asked.

“Yeah, sure.”

She left him alone, and he climbed into the driver’s seat. The truck was as good as new. He was shocked by how good it looked and smelled.

Princess joined him outside. They sat together in two deck chairs he’d brought out and watched their neighborhood go about its business. A couple of kids several doors down were arguing over a ball.

Parents were cleaning their cars, and not one of them approached them.

This was what he liked about this street. Even the deputy sheriff had told him that they were left alone when Slade and Cassie lived here.

“I really do like this place,” she spoke up.

“I do as well.”

“It’s warm. It’s cozy. This is probably going to sound crazy, but I’ve even driven down this street during Halloween and Christmas. I love the decorations that people do. It just feels like home.”

“I get that. I love this place as well. I couldn’t believe when my house went up for sale. It felt like fate, you know.”

“Yeah, and I was able to use my inheritance to afford it as well. It felt good.” She pushed some of her blonde curls off her face. “I think my grandparents knew that I was a little different from the rest of my family. They left me enough to get started on my own and live my own dream.”

“They sound like good people.”

“My family is nice. They just like to judge everyone and everything.”

“Sounds like every single person in the world.” He finished off his glass of lemonade, and felt so calm, so relaxed.

It had been a long night. He’d spent most of it awake, babysitting Princess, but he couldn’t recall a time ever feeling so at home.

“Can I trust you?” she asked.

“I cleaned vomit from you. I spent the night. You can trust me, Princess. There’s no one I’m going to spill your secrets to.”

“I want to lose my virginity.” He tensed up and turned toward her. She stood up, placing her hands on her hips. “Do you like the way I look?”

Okay, his dick just got hard in the fastest time he’d ever known it.

“Yes.”

“Well, you were taught by an older woman, and well, you’re an older guy.”

“Princess.”

She bent forward so that her hands were on his knees. “Please, listen. Don’t say no yet. I know this is completely crazy, and it’s only because we’ve been friends such a short time, and I will probably regret this, but I don’t want to just lose it. I want to have experiences. Sitting here, watching the street, thinking about my family. I don’t want to save it for marriage. I don’t want to just be with Mr. Right. I want to have fun. That’s why I moved here. I came here to have fun, to learn how to live, not just to exist.” She stopped, biting her lip, and he just wanted to suck that lip right into his mouth. “I know it’s asking a lot, and I was a real bitch to you when we first met, but I’m not. I promise.”

“You’re asking me to teach you how to have sex?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“You don’t think that’s weird that you’re asking a stranger about this?”

“Well, of course it’s weird, but I can’t think of anyone else I’d trust with this. I trust you.” She squeezed his knees. “You took care of me when you didn’t have to. That says something to me.”

He glanced over her shoulder and saw they were getting a little attention. “I think it’s time we moved this inside.”

Her shoulders slumped, but she didn’t argue with him. He didn’t know if he was happy with that or not.

Closing up the car, he followed her inside her home, making sure to lock the door behind him.

Once inside, she stopped in the sitting room and turned toward him. “I’m asking way too much.”

“You’re not asking too much. You’re just asking … a lot, but you know what, it’s fine. I don’t mind you asking, and I don’t mind any of that.”

His dick was more than happy with the idea of helping her. He wanted to get her naked, spread those pretty thighs, and be the first and only man to taste her creamy pussy. She would be so wet by the time he got his hands on her.

Not right now.

He needed to keep his head in the game; the one he actually used to think with.

“I need to think about this,” he said.

“Okay.”

“You know what, I’ve thought about this.” He stepped up close to her, intent on kissing those sexy as fuck lips only to stop. “I want to kiss you right now.”