The Neighbor Next Door

by Cassandra Dee

  And all I can do is nod before letting him lead me from the restaurant. Because this is a dream come true … and I deserve to dream a little, don’t I?

  9

  Trent

  I can’t believe HeartLove is the gorgeous, innocent little girl from next door. Holy shit. And yet, I knew as soon as she walked into the restaurant. It was as if two images, one of each girl, overlapped and settled on Janie, like a double vision resolving itself. I almost left, to be honest. After all, what were the chances that the literal girl next door would turn out to be my match? And yet, I couldn’t leave because the potential was too vast.

  “Let’s go for a drive,” I suggest to the quiet beauty next to me in the car. We’re already on the roadway, speeding to who knows where. But Janie takes a deep breath before looking me straight in the eye.

  “Can - can we go back to yours?” she asks in a soft voice. I glance at her as I drive, taken aback, unsure that this is a good idea. Fuck, the way she’s sitting there so demurely, her plump little arms folded over her giant tits and that big ass planted firmly in the bucket seat. I can’t promise myself I’ll be able to hold myself back if I’m alone with her. I can’t tell whether I will be able to do the right thing - the right thing being not to fuck her like I want to fuck her. There’s no telling what animalistic urges will override my consciousness. Even if she is eighteen, I’m still not sure I can bring myself to spoil her innocence. A guy like me doesn’t deserve such purity.

  “Won’t your mom see us?” I ask anyway, unable to flat-out deny her anything.

  “She’s not home,” says Janie in her slightly husky voice - the voice of a siren. “She won’t be home until tonight,” she adds. Fine, I resolve to myself. If things go wrong I can just kick her out and she’ll only have to walk across the yard. It’s better this way. With that, I change course and drive to my place.

  When we get there, I hurriedly let her in, not wanting any nosy neighbors to see us. She moves gracefully to sit on the sofa. Her delicate femininity looks utterly out of place in my somber, masculine room with its dark furniture and fancy AV set-up. She looks up at me expectantly, those big brown eyes blinking their long, thick lashes. Her curly hair cascades over one shoulder, framing the huge swell of her soft, giant tits. The milky skin of her arms and chest looks almost translucent in the semi-light of my living room. I stand rooted to the spot, knowing that the decision to move, either retreating or advancing, will solidify or break any chance we may have together. Which do I want? To play it safe and retreat? Or to risk it all by claiming her and making her mine?

  “Trent,” she whispers, her full lips forming the single word. “What do we do now?”

  And I’m lost like a drowning man at sea. There is no way I can walk away from this heavenly creature, not now that she’s said my name. I walk towards her, crossing the few feet between us in a single stride. I’m on one knee on the floor before her curvy frame so that we’re at eye level. And before she can react, I take her hands in mine, kissing the palms softly. I hear her gasp above me. But she doesn’t retreat. And the contact between my lips and the skin of her hands is the pebble that starts the avalanche, the force and the violence to come. All I can do is pray I won’t hurt her. My hands tighten their grip as I start kissing up and along her arms, more and more urgently as I reach her shoulder, pulling her into me. My lips arrive at her neck, the rough stubble of my chin scraping along the velvety softness of her skin. I kiss the crook, right where her throat meets a soft shoulder, and as I suck gently at the fragrant flesh, she inhales delightedly with pleasure.

  I make a conscious effort to pull back and look Janie in the eyes as I tighten my fist around the thick curls at the back of her head. If she’s scared, she’s not showing it - her irises are almost black with need, and her breath rises fast in her full chest. I feel my cock tense up in my jeans as her mouth opens in a ready pout, inviting me once more. I crush my lips against hers, claiming her deeply, hungrily, and she responds fully. Her arms encircle my neck and it’s like a flower coming into bloom with invitation.

  Barely containing a groan of lust, I throw her down on the sofa below me, making her gasp. My hands squeeze her tits through the soft material of her summer dress. Her breasts are so huge that my large hands can’t even fully cup them. It hardens my cock even more and I bury my face in the fullness of them, pinching at her nipples, making her sigh with pleasure.

  “You think that feels good?” I whisper hoarsely as I unhook her bra with a swift flick of my fingers before pulling her dress down to reveal the full lusciousness of her tits. My mouth is on one of her large, pink nipples then, letting my tongue flick across it, making Janie moan and squirm underneath me, pushing her pelvis up against mine. I feel her nipple harden against my tongue and I switch to the other one to give it the same treatment. Janie moans again, grinding her pelvis against the rock-hard bulge in my jeans. Her eyes are closed as she reaches down to my belt, struggling to undo it in her lust.

  “I want it, Trent. I want it to be you,” she whispers. “Take my virginity.”

  I groan with need as her soft body presents itself to me, her thighs open to receive my thickness. Immediately, I unzip down my jeans and pull my cock out at the base. Enormous and rigid, it stands up in my hand. All I have to do is pull her panties aside and push it into her tight little pussy, where nothing except the tip of her own finger has ever entered. The thought makes me completely fucking wild.

  But at the periphery of my lust is a shimmer of doubt, distracting me, telling me I’m not good enough. I can’t do this to her. I can’t take her virginity. I just can’t. Janie’s too pure and precious. I can’t fuck her pussy, popping that virgin cherry with my rock-hard shaft. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted and yet I can’t do it.

  “Trent?” she gasps, waiting with anticipation, longing for me to fuck her. “What’s the matter? Don't you want me?” she asks, and the insecurity in her voice breaks my heart.

  “More than anything,” I laugh bitterly, hoarsely. “But I can’t take your virginity,” I say. “I won’t,” I add forcefully, stopping her protest before she’s able to utter it.

  “But I want you inside me,” she mewls, now staring down at the huge cock still pulsing in my hand, the tip dripping with lust. “I want your huge horse cock inside me,” she adds, her voice thick with need.

  And at that I can’t hold back anymore, I can’t be held responsible for my actions. My teeth clenching, I push her panties aside and place the head of my cock against the wet, creamy opening of her cunt.

  “Yes,” she moans. “Do it, fuck me,” she adds. But that’s not what I'm doing. I’m rubbing the head of my cock against the opening of her tight pussy, and although it takes all my self-control not to ram it in, I use my fingers to spread her creamy pussy juice all over my hard cock.

  “I will,” I answer roughly. “But not here. I'm not popping your pussy cherry. Not yet.”

  She opens her eyes although they’re half-lidded with pleasure.

  “Then what will you do?” she asks innocently. I pull my cock away, now wet and glistening with her juices, and lower it to her other hole.

  “This,” I say, pushing my shaft between her butt cheeks. “If you’ll let me,” I manage to add, holding still, desperate for her consent. She’s momentarily unsure, but then nods, swallowing.

  “Yes,” she says hoarsely. “Use my body, Trent. I’m yours.”

  I’ve done all I can to do the right thing, and it’s impossible to hold back anymore. My cock lubed up nicely with Janie’s own pussy juices, I push my throbbing, purple head into her impossibly tight ass. Janie gasps and I place my thumb on her clit, rubbing it gently as I gently insert the rest of my cock into her tight little ass. It’s tough, to be sure. She’s so small, and this is a virgin bottom. Her eyes close in pleasure and pain as she raises her legs to give me better access, her feet around my neck. Groaning with sheer pleasure, I push harder and deeper until my cock is buried to the hilt in the rigid tig
htness of her anal canal.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, my final attempt at being a gentleman. She nods, “Yes, Trent,” before moaning again. And then I start fucking her hard in the ass, my hands gripping her large, soft hips to hold her body in place as I push and pull my huge rod in and out of her tight hole, letting her pleats milk me. She moans as her tits sway up and down, my thumb jiggling her clit.

  “Yes, Trent,” she pants. “Harder.”

  Aww fuck. Oh yeah, my girl is a butt slut and I fuck her even more forcefully, edging closer to an orgasm. I can feel tension building in my balls as they inch tight up against my shaft. I look down and watch her pussy clench in pleasure, juices pulsing out of it as I fuck her ass and press down on her clit.

  “I’m going to cum, Trent,” she mewls breathlessly, her eyes squeezed shut. And I believe her. As I continue to pump her ass with my cock and jiggle her clit, I watch her pussy spasm as she cries out in rapture, clutching at my arms. I push her soft body down, groaning with clenched teeth, as I fuck her ass until my cock jerks and I explode, pumping my load deep into her ass with each thrust.

  “Yes!” she screams. “Yes, just like that!”

  “FUCK!” is my answering roar. “Fuck this shit! Shit fuck shit!”

  Because oh shit, but I’ve done it. I just butt-fucked a virgin, the sweetest girl I know. All my baser instincts came to the fore, and I made a innocent little girl take me into her bottom. But at the same time, it’s clear that Janie wants it with her pussy and ass spasming and clenching around me as she mewls with orgasm. So what do I do now? Do I walk away? Or are we actually a match made in heaven, the ex-con and the innocent?

  10

  Janie

  I expected it to hurt afterwards, once I wasn’t so caught up in the moment. But all I feel is a mild discomfort, and a memory that I hope will stay with me for the rest of my life. Because oh god, it was so good. Dirty and wrong, but at the same time, so impossibly amazing.

  I’m thinking about this as I lay against Trent’s chest as we catch our breaths. His arms are folded around me and I can feel his heart beat slow and heavy beneath my cheek. Reality is incredible. Because what did I do to deserve this handsome man? I fight the urge to pinch myself awake.

  And languorously, the massive male stirs.

  “Are you okay?” comes Trent’s deep, gentle voice from above my head as it resonates in his chest. He can’t see me smiling and I feel him tense up. “Janie?” he continues. I look up at him and find his blue eyes, clouded with worry.

  “Yes, I’m okay,” I answer. I see his eyes crease with relief. Creases that tell of our age difference, but also creases that I find incredibly attractive.

  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks, smoothing the hair from my forehead. I shake my head, still smiling.

  “No, it was incredible,” is my soft admission. “Although, um, I - I would still like you to take my virginity?” I ask timidly. “You know, the other way.” This is ridiculous. I wonder how I can still feel shy about him fucking me in the pussy after what I just let him do. But so be it. Trent averts his gaze and holds me closer.

  “Maybe someday,” he says thoughtfully. My eyes are startled. What? What does that mean? What guy only does you in the ass, and not the pussy? That’s strange. But I let him cradle me because there are so many questions running through my head.

  “Trent,” I say softly, craning my head to look up at him. “Are you really twice my age?”

  His growl confirms this.

  “Where were you living before you moved here?” He doesn’t answer, but I’m feeling brave, so I sit up on my elbow and look up at his face, with that strong jaw line and serious eyes. “What do you do?” I try again.

  He meets my eyes and smiles finally.

  “I’m a gardener,” he says lightly. I smile and he looks confused.

  “What?” he asks suspiciously.

  “Nothing. I like it,” I answer.

  “You like that I’m a gardener? Why?” he asks, still a little defensive.

  I shrug, my boobs bouncing a little with the movement.

  “I appreciate hard, honest work, I guess. I think it’s hot that you work with your hands,” I add.

  Trent looks surprised.

  “Really?” he asks skeptically. “Most girls want white-collar guys like bankers and lawyers, that sort of thing. What’s wrong with you, kid?” he growls gently, and I enjoy the little spark I see in his eyes.

  I shrug again.

  “I guess I understand it,” are my words. “Because I love food preparation. Making a meal. Baking, pan-frying, kneading dough, all that good stuff. I wish I could earn a living working with my hands.”

  Trent looks at me, genuinely curious.

  “Why wouldn’t you be able to?” he asks. “There’s plenty of work for someone who loves to cook.” That causes emotion to run over my soul and I make a wry face.

  “My mom never went to college,” I answer. “She never educated herself, and I suppose she wants better for me. You know, working in an office and all that kind of stuff.”

  Trent tilts his head thoughtfully, those blue eyes insightful.

  “Did she save up money for your college fund?” he asks. My stomach clenches up the way it always does whenever my family's financial situation comes up because that’s the reason why I’m such a studious, hard-working wallflower.

  “No,” I say carefully. “It’s not that she doesn’t want to. It’s that Vivian doesn’t make enough to save for my college education. But it’s okay because my grades are pretty good, so I’m hoping I can get a scholarship.”

  Trent nods, understanding. “Sounds to me like you’re in control of your future. Sounds to me like you can choose what to do with your career path, whether it’s working with your hands or otherwise,” he growls. But I don't want to talk about it, and lay back down on his chest as a way to change the subject. His big hand gently strokes my curls.

  “You’re not like other girls, are you, Janie?” Trent asks thoughtfully. I don’t know what he means by this, and I’m afraid to ask. “I respect your outlook on life,” he answers as if reading my mind. “I like that you appreciate hard, honest work,” he adds. A few seconds go by, and then he adds in a softer tone: “It makes me feel like I can be proud of what I do.”

  These words give me butterflies and I freeze in his arms, letting the compliment wash over me.

  Then I sit up on my elbow again and look him in the eye. “Of course you can be proud of yourself,” I say, and I give him a gentle kiss on the lips. He looks at me like I’m a goddess, his eyes full of something I’ve never seen before.

  “Janie,” he whispers, those big hands reaching to cup my face gently. “There’s something I have to tell you,” he says, growing suddenly serious. I nod, listening, but then he stops. I can see the hesitation in that massive form, his eyes flickering slightly.

  “What is it?” I ask encouragingly. He looks away, pulling me back into his strong arms.

  “Never mind,” comes that rough growl. “I’ll tell you later.”

  And it’s been such a huge day of firsts that I’m content to let him simply hold me. We lay together on the couch companionably, letting the hazy Saturday afternoon pass by. Shadows lengthen across the floor as we trade kisses, nuzzling and caressing one another. The muted laughter of children sounds outside, and I revel in my intense happiness. Because there’s something indescribable about this moment. Not only did I have mind-blowing sex for the first time, but I’m being cradled by my lover as well. There’s an amazing connection running between our souls, like an invisible string binding us together. And as if he can hear my thoughts, Trent chuckles deep in his chest.

  “What?” I ask lazily, high on my own contentment.

  “It’s funny,” he starts, his voice low and gentle. “I don’t think I’ve ever just been with someone like this, just lying around for hours without talking.” His hands run softly through my hair and I close my eyes in enjoyment.


  “Me neither,” I whisper. “It feels so natural.” Trent puts his index finger under my chin and gently forces my head up to look at him. His face is gentle, that normally furrowed brow relaxed.

  “I feel like I’ve known you for years, Janie. Even though we only just met this afternoon.” I smile, suddenly feeling cheeky.

  “Well, technically we’ve known each other a bit longer,” is my playful retort. Trent suddenly tickles me, making me laugh.

  “You know what I mean,” he growls before pulling me back towards him. But then the man becomes serious. “You should go home soon. You don’t want your mom to find you here,” he says, suddenly somber. I know he’s right. Pushing myself up and away from him, I sigh. God. Home. Even though it’s only thirty feet away, I wish I could stay right here forever.

  I turn my head back to where Trent’s relaxing, his perfect tattooed arm supporting his head.

  “But what about us?” I ask softly. And the furrow of his brow is back. He looks away. “Can I see you again? Like this, I mean?”

  He doesn’t answer for a moment before looking away.

  “I don’t know, Janie,” are his words. “This was never supposed to happen.”

  My heart plummets, face flushing hot with shame. And I shouldn’t say the words, but I can’t help it.

  “Don’t you want me?” I whisper. “Or is there something wrong?”

  His chin snaps my way, that blue gaze flashing as he sits up, grasping my hand firmly.

  “There’s nothing wrong with you, sweetheart,” he rasps hoarsely. “I want you more than anything.”

  My heart shakes again.

  “So what’s the problem?” is my pathetic mewl.

  “I’m afraid of-,” he starts, but doesn’t continue.