The Girl Next Door

The Girl Next Door

By Thomas Blaine
(thomasblaine@yahoo.com)

It was one of those summers in Red Island when the heat seemed like it would never end. After another long and hot day, I took a cold shower at ten and tried to go to bed, but the shower didn’t help cool me off any and I couldn’t sleep. My bedroom was in the attic of my family’s summerhouse on the east shore of Red Island, so a strong breeze from the Atlantic Ocean usually present. The windows on either side of the room were open with two large fans blowing. One blew the cooler air in from outside; the other sucked the hot air out from inside. Despite this, my room was still over one hundred degrees by midnight.

I tossed and turned for hours, unsure of whether my sheets were actually cooler than the night air or if they made things hotter. In a vain attempt to cool off, I pulled off my t-shirt around eleven, then my boxers half an hour later. Somehow, it seemed that being naked only made the room hotter. Finally, around one in the morning, while lying spread-eagle across my queen sized bed, I was able to get to sleep.

Unfortunately, that didn’t last long. I could only have been asleep for a few minutes before a bright light from outside shot through the open windows to one side and woke me up. Clumsily, I rolled out of bed and stumbled over to the window, almost tripping over some of the junk on the hardwood floor in the process.

The light in the second-floor bedroom of the neighbour’s house was on, but no one was in the room. The light came from three naked light bulbs on the ceiling. (I mentally asked myself why the new neighbours hadn’t put a shade over it.) I started to lower the Venetian blinds and asked myself how the neighbours could be so inconsiderate. I was trying to sleep for Christ’s sake!

Just before the blinds blocked my view of the other room, I someone walked in. She was a teenage girl, probably about my age (eighteen). Her curly red hair was wet and bunched into strands, apparently she had just taken a shower. She wore a blue and red bathrobe, loosely tied at the waist; the "V" of the neck extended between her breasts and halfway down her stomach. I couldn’t see what her breasts looked like beneath the thin fabric of the robe, but they appeared to be average size and nicely curved. Below her robe, which stopped just above the knees, two tanned legs extended down to her small feet, on which she wore blue slippers. Overall, she was a very attractive girl, someone I was sure I’d like to get to know.

Now, I’m not a pervert or a peeping Tom. Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but stare at this attractive teenage girl, wearing next to nothing and who was completely unaware of my presence.

The girl set her clothes down on her bed: a dark green blouse, black jeans, and a red silk bra and panties. Then, she turned and walked to her bedroom door. I thought she was leaving, but she untied her bathrobe, removed it and hung it on the door hooks. I closed the blinds and peaked through the slats so she couldn’t see me.

As she walked back towards her bed, her naked body was revealed to me for the first time. Her round head leaned to one side and her red hair fell across her shoulders, with a few strands hanging over her breasts. The breasts were round and firm; they appeared soft to the touch. Her nipples stood out against the pale skin on her breasts. The graceful lines of her abdomen led to a thin waist and curved hips. Her two, smooth legs extended down from her hips. Between them, a small patch of red hair covered what I imagined was a warm and inviting vagina. She was an attractive girl, someone who probably had to fight off the guys back home.

For the next half an hour, I watched her walk around her room, completely naked. She blow-dried her hair and slowly combed it until it was wavy again. She straightened up her room and turned down the sheets on her bed. By this point, my erection was so strong that I didn’t think I could go on for much longer without relief. Part of me wanted her to turn off the lights and go to bed while the rest of me wanted her to stay up so I could watch.

Finally, she turned off the lights and crawled into her bed. Although it was dark, I could still see the outline of her body. I watched for a few minutes, hoping for something else to happen, but finally I closed the blinds and went back to my own bed.

When I fell asleep, I entered a night of erotic dreams about the girl I had just seen.

The next morning, or rather next afternoon, I woke up to the bright sunlight shining through the blinds. Both my parents had summer jobs, which was one way that we could afford our summerhouse on Red Island. My father worked in a law firm down town, they always took on extra lawyers during the summer, and my mother was a secretary at a doctor’s office. My sister usually spent the afternoon with her friends, either on the beach or at someone’s house. I had the house all to myself.

My job was to restore a forty-foot sloop bought by my parents last summer. It was partially gutted by fire a couple years ago and sat at a dock on the other side of the island until then. Structurally, it was sound and seaworthy, but the bulkheads inside and the decking needed to be replaced.

I had replaced the bulkheads and decking and was now outfitting the cabin of the sloop with new carpets, wiring, and furnishing. Below deck were a small galley (kitchen), a head (toilet), and a convertible table/bed. The renovation was coming along nicely, but I still had much more work to do before it was finished.

I went out to the dock below our summerhouse around three and started working. It was hot, but the air conditioner was one of the first things I fixed on the boat. By five, I had the new light fixtures installed in the ceilings and bulkheads and sat down on the deck to take a break, closing my eyes to hide the sun.

A few minutes later, the sound of footsteps on the dock next to ours attracted my attention. I opened my eyes and looked over, to see the redheaded girl from next door in a blue two-piece bikini and sunglasses. She sat down on the edge of the dock with her feet dangling in the water and started applying suntan lotion. When she was done she spread out her towel on the dock and laid down to sunbathe. I wanted to sit there and stare at her all day, but that would have been more obvious than watching her the night before. I went below and continued working.

An hour later, I heard the splashing sounds of someone swimming outside the sloop. Realizing it was probably the girl I went on deck to look. Halfway between her dock and me, her graceful arms arched through the air as she stroked towards the sloop. I stood on deck and watched her approach.

About ten feet out, she stopped and treaded water.

"I heard you music and figured I’d come over," she called, nodding at my stereo on the bench at the back of the sloop. "Mind if I come aboard?"

Of course, I thought. Get your cute ass on board as quick as you can.

"By my guest," I replied out loud, bending down to reach my hand out.

Her grip was firm as I pulled her onboard.

"My name’s Kelly," she said. "I live next door."

"I’m Jerry," I answered, shaking her hand. "You want a towel?"

"That’s okay," Kelly said. "I’ll dry off quickly."

Kelly looked around and said, "What are you doing?"

"I’m repairing it. She was gutted by fire a couple of years ago," I replied. "My parents bought it last summer and I’m trying to get it fixed up. Hopefully we can take it out by the end of August."

"Do you sail?" she asked, nodding at the masts lying flat on the decks and the folded sails next to them.

"My dad does, he’s gonna teach me when it’s finished."

"What’ve you got down there?"

Kelly walked towards the hatch leading down into the cabin.

"That’s the cabin," I said. "I’m still working on that. I just got the lights put in a few minutes ago."

"Mind if I take a look?"

A swung my arm out, motioning her down. As I walked down the four steps behind her, I couldn’t help but stare at her derriere. It was small and firm, a sign that she takes care of her body.

"So, tell me what it’s going to be like," Kelly said.

"Right here," I said, opening the hatch to her left. "Is the bathroom. It isn’t working now but it will have a toilet, sink, and showerhead. Forward of that is the galley, which will have a small fridge, gas-powered range, microwave, and sink. At the front is a bed that turns into a table. The table pulls out and the backs of the bench seats fold down to create two twin-sized beds. I have it set up as the beds right now because it’s easier to work on the lights without the table in the way. And then opposite the bathroom are cupboards to store whatever."

"It looks good," Kelly said, sitting down on the edge of the starboard bed. "How long have you been working on it?"

"Since the middle of June when I got here, so about a month."

Kelly looked around and leaned back on the bed. God! Why did she have to tempt me like this? I took a couple steps forward and sat down on the bed opposite her.

"Where are you from?" I asked.

"Morris Cove, Connecticut," she said, still lying on her back. "It’s just south of New Haven."

"Okay," I nodded. "I think I passed through there on vacation a couple of years ago. I’m from Bennington, Vermont."

"Do you like it there?"

"It’s okay," I answered. "But there’s not a lot to do."

"A cute guy like you has gotta have a girl friend or two," Kelly said.

I smiled politely. "There are a couple," I joked. "But no one serious. What about you?"

"Same here, no one serious," Kelly answered.

"I figured someone as hot as you would have to beat the guys off with a stick," I joked.

Kelly smiled. "Most of the time I have to." She was being facetious.

Kelly shivered and folded her arms across her chest. "It’s kind of cold in here," She said.

"I’ve got the air conditioner on," I replied. "You want me to turn it down?"

"That’s okay," Kelly said. "But if you have a towel, maybe I should dry off after all."

"I’ve got one in the closet," I said.

I stood up, walked across the cabin, and grabbed a folded towel from the closet on the starboard bulkhead. Kelly sat up when I returned and I wrapped the towel around her.

"That’s much better," she said, placing her hand on mine.

Kelly looked up at me with her green eyes. We held each other’s gaze for a few seconds before I instinctively bent forward to kiss her red lips. Her head moved forward to meet mine and she rapped her arms around me.

We didn’t say a word to each other as we continued. Both of us acted on instincts and emotions. Kelly was a very attractive girl and I held her close to me. Through the towel folded around her, the warmth of her breasts pressed tight against my chest brought on an erection.

We leaned back on the bed and I lay full on top of Kelly. I opened the towel and slowly stroked my hands over her smooth stomach. At first, she shuttered at my touch, but quickly became more relaxed. Her hands reached up to my chest and her fingers found their way beneath my shirt and onto my skin. I pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped it onto the deck.

Kelly’s fingers ran down my chest and opened the fly of my shorts. Her touch was gentle and warm as her palms slid over my briefs, caressing my erect penis. I gasped with pleasure as the tips of her fingers slid beneath the waistband and brushed against the tip of my penis. Slowly, she slid her hands deeper and deeper down around it and slowly stroked it. The muscles in my penis involuntarily contracted as she continued her massage.

"Oh, God!" I gasped.

While I knelt on my hands and knees, Kelly sat up and brought her head next to her hands. Gently, she kissed the tip of my penis and I felt her warm tongue lick the drops of pre-ejaculate from the tip. Her hand still slid up and down the shaft. Slowly, she took the tip into her mouth, kissed, and released. Then she did it again, taking me in deeper, then deeper, and then deeper, until she took my entire penis into her mouth.

Kelly gently sucked on it, like she was drinking from a straw, and her tongue ran circles around the tip, which, by this point, had become very sensitive. The orgasm built up deep inside me and the urge to ejaculate was overwhelming; the muscled in my penis kept contracting repeatedly. Kelly noticed this and slid her head back, keeping her lips tight around me as she pulled my penis from her mouth.

"Don’t stop," I begged.

"We don’t want to spoil the fun yet," Kelly answered with a devilish grin.

I slid my hands behind her to find the strap to her bikini top. Her back arched up towards me, accentuating her breasts. I unstrapped her top and she wiggled out of it, dropping it onto the deck next to my shirt. Her round, firm breasts were soft against my palms as I gently massaged them in a slow, circular motion. Her nipples became hard as I pinched them and twisted them between my fingers, causing Kelly to gasp with pleasure.

Kelly arched her hips into the air and pulled off the bottom of her swimsuit.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "I want to feel your hard cock slide inside me."

I had never liked dirty language, but I didn’t complain. She pushed my pants and briefs down around my ankles and I lay down on top of her. Kelly directed my penis towards her with her hands. The warmth and wetness of the lips of her labia sent shivers through my body as the tip of my penis slid between them.

"Wait," I whispered. "We need something first."

I reached for my wallet in my pant pocket and grabbed a Trojan condom. Kelly took the wrapper from my hands and said, "Let me."

She tore open the wrapper and placed the rolled up condom on the tip of my penis. Slowly, she rolled it down to the base until the condom covered everything. Then Kelly directed my penis with her hands back to her vagina.

For a few moments, only my tip was inside her. I felt her body contract around me as I slid in deeper and deeper. Her body was warm and tight around me. It was an incredible feeling.

Slowly, our hips started rocking back and forth, pushing me deeper into her body and then pulling me out slightly. With every pass, my penis slid against her g-spot and Kelly gasped with pleasure. I fought hard to hold back the orgasm until she came closer.

Soon, our slow rhythm had become more active and I couldn’t hold it any more. The orgasm was so intense I thought it would rip a hole through the condom. Kelly came right after me. Her fingernails scratched across my back as the orgasm sent ripples of pleasure through her body. When it was over, we laid there for a few minutes in each others arms as the glow of the orgasm subsided.

"That was incredible," she whispered when it was all over. "You can do that do me anytime."

I smiled as I pulled out of her, which stimulated her g-spot again, causing her to gasp with pleasure once more.

We dressed and cleaned up the small cabin. When we were done, Kelly and I walked back on deck, hand in hand, and held each other in a long kiss before she finally jumped back into the water and swam away.

That incident was just the first time Kelly and I slept together that summer. Over the month and a half that followed, we had sex at least eight times each week (which turned out to be more exhausting than I originally imagined).

Kelly’s family sold the house the next winter and they weren’t back the following summer. We never saw each other again, but I will always remember the moments we shared on the boat.

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to living persons or actual events is entirely coincidental. This story may not be redistributed without permission from the author.