The Girl Next Door

The Girl Next Door. Author: Piff_The_Dragon. The story is including True Story, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, First Time, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Young Genres. Logan makes the move of his life when he finds himself falling in love with his next door neighbor Anna Howell.

The Girl Next Door (For Adults only)

Author: Piff_The_Dragon

“Come on down, let’s get going!” My dad yelled up to me as his old van started up in the driveway. “Coming,” I yelled back through the window of my old room. I looked around slowly, silently saying goodbye to the house that I had grown up in. I was 16, but leaving the house I grew up in still hurt. My fingers grazed the walls as I passed them, touching them for the last time.

“Logan! Come on!” My dad persisted.

I walked out of the garage door, closing and locking it behind me as my father blared the car horn. He always got antsy when he was excited.

“I can’t wait for you to see the new house,” he said as I sat down in the packed car.

“Yeah, me too,” I said unenthusiastically.

“Oh, com on Logan,” he said pulling out of the driveway.

The whole car ride was silent. My eyes were fixed on the town as it whizzed by us. Soon the old buildings turned to trees and blue skies as we neared the house. It was only an hour and a half drive away, but it felt so much further than that. We pulled into the driveway of what looked to be one house split down the middle into two separate units. Ours was the one on the right.

“Looks like we beat the movers,” My dad said opening the front door, “your room is at the top of the stairs.”

I looked around the new house, studying it’s old, white walls and each room. Through the door was the entrance hallway that had the stairs going up. To my right was a doorway that led to a small living room with our TV and couch. Across the living room was the doorway that led to the kitchen which was painted a bright, vibrant white with marble counters and a brand new fridge and to the left was a dining room.

“Where’s the bathroom?” I asked, looking around.

“Didn’t you see it next to the living room?” my dad replied.

“Evidently not,” I muttered to myself going back to the stairs.

At the top of the steep steps was a small hallway with four doors, three on the right and one at the end. The first door was a small office space, after that a bathroom that connected to the master bedroom. The last door at the end of the hallway was to my room.

“How come there aren’t anymore rooms to the left?” I asked.

“Because that’s where the neighbors house begins.” He replied, “Oh, and I wanted to stop by and introduce ourselves later,”

“Ok,” I said, as if I had a choice

I opened the door to my new room and noticed first how spacious it was. Nearly twice as big as my old room, and it had a bathroom to the left with a shower and everything! I peeked around it, opening up the huge, walk-in closet. Looking up, I saw a square cut out in the ceiling with a small little string hanging down.

“Logan, the movers are here!” my dad screamed up from the front door.

“Coming!” I yelled back

I hurried down the stairs making my way down to the front door where my dad was pulling in a small drawer for the living room. “Come on, get your stuff, we have the rest,” he told me. I walked out into the bright sun as the movers unloaded their truck of my belongings.

The Girl Next Door. Author: Piff_The_Dragon

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Box by box I brought my things in to my new room as my father and the movers brought in the big things like couches, desks, kitchen supplies, etc. I piled all of my boxes into one corner of my room as the movers brought up my desk, nightstand, shelves and pool table. When my room was complete, I started putting away everything. It took me nearly three hours to hang and put away all of my clothes, set up my computer and everything in my bathroom. When I was done, I walked downstairs and helped my dad put away everything else in the house.

“Thanks Logan,” he said after we finished, “I’ll put my own stuff away, why don’t you go introduce yourself to the neighbors?”

“Ok,” I said with a long sigh.

I walked over to the front hallway and put on my shoes quickly. The door creaked as I opened it, stepping out into the warm sunlight.

“Oh hey!” said a female voice, “You must be the new neighbor,” she said.

“Hi,” I said politely, “Yeah, my Dad and I just moved in, I’m Jack by the way,”

“I’m Mrs. Howell,” she said holding out a hand for me to shake. “Anna and I were just coming over to welcome you to the neighborhood,” she said as I gave her a firm handshake.

Anna peaked her head out of the doorway to their house and, immediately, I noticed how cute she was. She looked about my age with dirty blonde hair that hung down in a pony tail just a little ways past her shoulders. She was wearing a loose-fitting yellow tank top that just barely laid on her perky breasts and showed a lot of skin and bra.

“Hi,” I said holding out my hand for hers.

“Hi,” she replied shyly shaking my hand.

“Well, anyway, welcome! If you need anything, you know where to find us,” Mrs. Howell said as I let go of Anna’s soft hands.

“Ok, have a nice day,” I said, going back into my house.

I heard their door close and footsteps going up as I walked back to my room. On the other side of the wall I heard a small creaking and then foot steps up in to the attic. My curiosity took over and I went in to my closet where the square in the ceiling was. I pulled on the string and the ladder came down very slowly.

“Hello?” I heard Anna whisper.

“Hi,” I whispered back as I climbed the ladder.

I looked around and saw a nice little set up of bean bags and a desk lamp. Anna had plopped herself down in one of the beanbags and was reading some book.

“Shit, you won’t tell anyone, right?” she asked putting down her book.

“What?” I asked, “What is this place?”

“I go here sometimes to get away,” she said shyly, “Just please don’t tell anyone,”

Suddenly, I heard a small boom coming from my kitchen.

“Logan! I’m going to need your help!” my dad called up.

“Got to go,” I lipped and headed back down my ladder.

“Please don’t tell,” she heard her say as I closed my ladder.

Down in the kitchen, my Dad had just dropped a small box of silverware which had scattered everywhere. We picked all of them up and washed them one by one since the dishwasher wasn’t working. “Thanks,” my Dad said, patting my shoulder as I walked back to my room. When I opened my door, Anna was sitting in my bed, waiting for me.

“Seriously,” she paused

“Logan,” I said.

“Seriously Logan, don’t tell,” she finished, “It’s my only place to get away, have some privacy,”

“You don’t need to worry.” I said laughing to myself, “I’m not telling and I won’t go up there,”

“Well, I didn’t say you couldn’t go up there,” she said winking as she walking back up my ladder.

I closed the ladder and the closet behind her and went back to my desk. Underneath my laptop was a small sticky note with a number on it. Taking my phone out, I typed in the digits and sent “Hello?”. It didn’t take long for a reply.

“I was wondering how long that would take,” they sent, “It’s Anna by the way,”

“Hello Anna,” I texted back.

“Come up,” she said.

I walked over to my closet and opened up the ladder, walking up to her small little area and sitting down in one of her comfortable bean bags. Anna and I talked and laughed for hours, sharing stories, talking about friends and school and our interests, just the normal stuff.

In the weeks that followed, Anna and I made it a ritual to go up in to that attic and just talk for hours on end. Eventually, she started showing me around town. We went to the mall with some of her friends, the theater, the park, and everywhere in between. One night in the attic, she said, “I think I like you,”

“Woah, you’re just beginning to know me,” I replied, trying not to offend her.

“Dumb ass, I meant in a friendly kind of way,” she said.

“Oh,” I said a little embarrassed.

Suddenly, Mrs. Carter called for her. Anna rushed down her ladder with a quick goodbye and closed her ladder and closet. I walked back down my ladder and into my room, closing it behind me.

Later that night, around nine o’clock, I heard more footsteps in the attic. They went over to my ladder and I heard a few knocks on it, then it came creaking down very slowly, followed by more foot steps. My closet door opened and Anna peered her head out, making sure it was ok to come in.

“Hey,” she whispered as I paused the game on my laptop.

“Hey yourself,” I said turning in my chair to face her.

She walked through to my bed in her cookie monster pajamas with a tight fitting v-neck on that accentuated her perky breasts.

“What are you doing?” She asked, laying down on my bed.

“I’m just watching a movie. What about you?” I asked.

“Buggin’ you,” she said poking my shoulder.

I playfully poked her back on her forehead and soon it turned in to a poke war back and forth. She started poking my in my kidney’s and I started poking her in her stomach. We both squirmed and tried to suppress our laughs. I walked over to my bed trying to escape, but she joined me, poking me viscously.

We locked eyes, laughing uncontrollably as we continued to poke each other. She glanced quickly at my lips, licking her own as she leaned in towards me. For a second, our lips gently touched in a short, sweet kiss. I pulled away, but her head moved closer, kissing me again for longer.

“I’m sorry,” she said after a short pause, “I’ve got to go.”

Anna got up and quickly hurried in to my closet again. “Anna, wait,” I said as she made her way up in to the attic. There were swift footsteps across the ceiling that went over to her bean bags, but they stopped there. I walked over to the ladder and climbed up into the attic where Anna was sitting in one of her bean bags, looking at the wall.

“I want to be alone,” she said.

“Anna, I-,” I said before she cut me off.

“Please Logan, this always happens, I move things too quickly and then everything falls apart,” she said turning away from me.

“I like you too,” I said walking over to her.

She turned to look at me, her brows pinched up as the hint of a smile spread across her perfect lips. “Really?” she asked, lifting herself up out of her seat. “Really,” I replied, sitting down next to her, kissing her on the lips. Anna’s full, soft lips that were the sweetest things I’d ever tasted, like cinnamon sugar.

As our lips separated, Anna was ready for another kiss. She reached her head up to mine, letting our lips lock again. The feeling of her sweet, wet lips on mine was pure euphoria, I never wanted it to stop. She got up from underneath me, pushing me back into a bean bag. For the rest of the night, we sat there and kissed until we fell asleep in each other’s arms. When I woke up, Anna was still laying on top of me, her head resting on my chest. I ran my fingers through her soft blonde hair, kissing her head softly.

“Anna,” I whispered, nudging her, “Anna, we should go back before our parents wake up,”

She didn’t respond. I kept nudging her but she didn’t budge, even when I stood up, carrying her in my arms down into her room being very careful and gentle. I laid her down in her bed and kissed her one last time before heading back into my closet.

“Wait.” She said groggily, “I want another.”

I turned around and walked to her bed, kissing her on her perfect lips.

“Now I have to go,” I said, walking back up into the attic and over into my room.

A few weeks later, and a few more nights of hanging out in the attic, Anna texted me around 9:00 in the morning saying her mother was going out the day. Since my dad worked on the weekdays, both houses would be empty, except for the two of us. “Come over,” she texted with a wink. I got up out of my bed and walked over to her room through the attic. When I came down the ladder, her closet was open and on the other side of the room, she was laying down in her bed, waiting for me.

“Hey!” she said getting up to hug me bringing a wall of floral shampoo smelling air with her.

“Hey!” I replied, hugging her back and kissing her cheek as I breathed in her pleasant, caliming aroma.

“I’ve got to tell you something,” she said, changing moods from happy to nervous.

“Go ahead,” I said, curiously.

“I… I love you,” she said quickly, biting her lip.

“I love you too,” I replied, surprised and smiling at her.

Anna smiled back and we kissed again, the sweet taste of cinnamon hitting my lips.

“I love the way your lips taste too,” I said, breaking the kiss.

“Your’s aren’t too bad either,” she said, kissing me again, “Kind of like Dr. Pepper with a hint of…” she paused, kissing me again, this time for longer, “A hint of cinnamon,” she finished.

“I’m pretty sure the cinnamon is from your lips,” I said, smiling at her.

She licked her lips together, tasting them with a curious look on her face. “Yup, you’re right,” she giggled, kissing me again. I wrapped my hands around her slim waste, bringing her closer to me and touching her butt a little bit while she put her arms around my neck, bringing my head closer to hers. As the kisses became more intimate and hot, I brought one of my hands around to her front, slipping it up her tight black shirt and cupping one of her firm breasts in hand, caressing it softly as her nipples hardened, poking through the shirt.

“No bra,” I said with approval.

“They’re uncomfortable as shit,” she giggled nervously, anxious for where my hands traveled next.

“Mind if I go a little lower?” I asked.

“Not at all,” she whispered.

I lowered my hand slowly down her flat stomach to the edge of her pajamas, slipping them down under her panties to her smooth shaven pussy. Anna gasped quietly as I lightly touched her clit with my middle finger, feeling it’s moistness as I played with it. “You’re making me wet,” she moaned, grabbing hold of my arm as we kissed.

As she became wetter and wetter, I could feel it start dripping down to her panties. Carefully, I slid my middle finger into her, pushing past her soft, plushy labia. I started going in and out slowly, rubbing my fingers along the top of her vagina.

“Hook your fingers like this,” she whispered, showing me the come here motion with her middle and ring fingers.

I started making the same motion, sliding in my ring finger a little ways past the second knuckle as Anna started to moan, making sudden, involuntary hip movements. “You’re a natural,” she whispered, smiling at me. I smiled and kissed her again, feeling the spongey soft spot at the top of her vagina with the tips of my fingers. Whenever I touched it, Anna moaned softly, so I tried adding a little more pressure and she loved it. She moaned louder and started moving her hips on my hand, wanting more.

“Faster,” she begged, “I’m close,”

My fingers started going as fast as they could in and out of her tight pussy, splattering drops of her juices on my hands. “Shit, I’m cumming,” she moaned, hugging me closer as she started shaking. I kissed her neck, continuing to finger her for nearly a minute straight as she orgasmed, breathing heavily and moaning. A small pool of her cum filled her panties, soaking through her pajamas as she calmed down.

“Oh my God, I feel like a waterfall,” she giggled.

“Let’s get these pesky pants off of you,” I said dropping her pajamas and panties to the floor.

Anna ran her fingers through her slit, grabbing her cum and playing with the thick strands. “I’m still shaking,” she said, laughing at her uncontrollable legs. “Sit down,” I said. She sat back on her bed, trying to calm her legs down while I kneeled in front of her, resting my head on her lap.

“You’re a cutie,” I said, kissing her slit making her shake again.

She ran her fingers through my hair as I lightly kissed her slit over and over again, licking up her warm fluids. “I think it’s your turn,” she said, lifting my head up by my cheeks. “O-Ok,” I said nervously, standing up with Anna. She reached her hands down my pajamas, kissing me passionately. I felt them grab at my shaft, tugging it gently towards her as I grew harder.

“Here, lay down,” she said turning me around and lightly pushing me back onto her comfortable bed. She pulled her shirt over her head, letting her small, perky breasts fall as I through my pants and underwear to the side.

“Take your shirt off, that way we’re even,” she joked.

“Not much to see,” I said, pulling my shirt over my head and throwing it aside.

“I like your body,” she said laying on top of me and running her hands along my chest, “especially certain parts of your body,” she continued, lowering her hands down to my semi-hard dick. Anna moved to my right side, continuing to rub my cock very gently, making me harder and hornier with each stroke. Pre-cum started oozing out as she stroked, getting all over her warm hands.

Anna brought her hand up to her mouth and licked off the pre-cum. “Tastes good,” she said smiling, “I want more.” She lowered her head down and started kissing the head of my cock. “I’ve never done this before,” she giggled, hesitating before wrapping her wet lips around the head and sucking lightly.

“This is your first time?” I asked surprised.

“Mmhmm,” she said, her lips still wrapped around the head, “am I doing well,” she said with my dick still in her mouth.

“Do what ever feels natural,” I said, smiling at her.

Slowly her head started bobbing up and down as her teeth lightly grazed the shaft. Her tongue began to swirl around the head. “You’re really good,” I moaned, resting my hand on her soft, blonde hair, running my fingers through her golden locks. She looked up to me with her glowing, green eyes studying how I reacted to each little movement she made with her tongue.

“Just do what ever feels natural,” I said, “really anything feels good down there,”

Anna smiled at me and lifted her head up off of my cock, moving her slit over it. “Woah, what are you doing?” I asked. “What ever feels natural,” she replied, holding the tip up to her slit, rubbing it along gently. She sat down, pressing my dick in-between us as she started moving her hips slowly back and forth, grinding on me leaving trails of her juices on my cock.

“Just don’t let it slip in,” I said.

“I won’t,” she replied grinding faster.

I grabbed on to her firm breasts, caressing them softly in my hands as Anna continued to massage her clit on my dick, bringing us both closer and closer to orgasm. “Faster,” I commanded, moving my hands down from her perfect breasts to her even better ass, squeezing it gently as she started grinding even faster.

Suddenly, I felt a warm, constricting sensation all along my cock as Anna screamed. “Fuck!” she yelled hopping off of my lap and putting her hands over her pussy. I looked down and saw a little blood on my cock. Anna was fast-walking around the room, trying to walk it off and at the same time not let the blood drip from her slit.

“You popped my cherry,” she giggled, through gritted teeth.

“Sorry,” I said, getting up and walking to bathroom next to her bed.

I quickly grabbed a few paper towels and tossed the roll to Anna. We quickly cleaned ourselves off and got back into her bed, once again, she was on top, but now she was only tugging my length.

“You think that counts as sex?” she asked, breaking our kisses.

“I don’t think so,” I replied.

“Good, I don’t want that to be our first time,” she said laughing.

“When do you want it to be?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Whenever it feels right I guess,” she replied smiling at me.

“No rush,” I said, kissing her cheek.

“I love you,” Anna said after a short pause.

“Yes, this was established by your hand on my cock,” I said making her laugh and playfully hit my chest, “and yes, I love you too,”

“You better,” she said assertively, “I’m Goddamn adorable!”

“Damn straight,” I replied, kissing her lush, smiling lips.

I fell back down to her bed and she followed me, lying down on my left side with her hand still grasped around my cock. “I want to suck again,” she whispered, kissing my cheek again before moving herself down by my dick. She smacked it against her cheek a couple times before wrapping her lips around the head again. Slowly, she lowered her head down a few inches before coming back up coughing.

“Sorry, I’m new to this,” she said trying to smile through her coughing fit.

“No worries,” I said, pushing a few stray hairs out of her face.

Anna went back down, going a few centimeters more before coming back up for a breath. Her eyes started to water as she went down a third time as deep as she could take it to the point where I felt the back of her throat. She started licking the shaft as she came up again, breathing in through her nose before sliding her mouth down again.

“You’re getting good at this,” I said, getting closer to cumming.

“Gahh, I love your cock,” she said, taking her head off of it to gently stroke it a few times.

She went down on it again, going nearly all the way down before gagging. Her lovely saliva ran down my shaft, dripping down to my balls as she continued sucking and swirling her tongue around. “I’m getting close,” I warned her as I started flexing involuntarily. Anna began sucking harder, her glossy eyes looking up to me.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!” I said giving her a few seconds to pull her head off.

To my surprise, Anna didn’t pull her head off. Instead she just pulled up to leave the had in her mouth, letting her tongue massage the underside. It took mere seconds for me to start blasting warm cum not her mouth. At first, Anna was taken away by the ropes of cum, lifting her head up briefly as more ropes struck her lips and cheek. In a split second, she went back to covering my throbbing dick with her mouth, sucking the last drops out.

“Holy shit,” I said as she let up on me.

Anna’s eyebrows pinched together and her lips pursed as she swallowed my load.

“That wasn’t too bad,” she said, “I kind of liked that.”

“I really liked it,” I laughed.

She ran her fingers through the dripping cum on her face, licking it up and swallowing.

“Now I want more,” she said, resting her head next to my penis, kissing it a few times, looking deeply into my eyes.

“What do you want to do now?” I asked running my fingers through her soft hair.

“Wash this cum off of my face,” she giggled, getting up to the bathroom. I smiled, getting up to put on my clothes.

“What are you doing?” Anna said, patting her face dry with a hand towel.

“Putting on my clothes,” I said, pulling my boxers up.

“Why? We’re just going to take them off in a bit,” she said pushing me back down on her bed and pulling my underwear off.

I smiled at her as she laid down on top of me, kissing me softly. “This is awkward, but I kind of have to pee,” I said as Anna tried to kiss my lips. “Ugh.” she moaned, rolling off of me, “Totally killing my mood here,” she said, getting comfortable as I went to relieve myself. When I came back, Anna wasn’t on her bed and her clothes were gone. “Anna?” I yelled. “Down stairs!” she yelled back. After quickly putting my clothes on, I walked down the steep stairs into the kitchen where Anna was eating a bowl of cereal.

“Hello,” she said, shoving a spoonful of Frosted Flakes into her mouth.

“Hello,” I replied, pouring myself a bowl.

“Damn,” she said, looking at me intently.

“What?”

“Everything you do turns me on,” she whispered. “Oh, fuck yeah, eat that cereal…” she continued in a deeper, harsh voice.

“You’re so fucking weird,” I said, laughing.

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takes too long to get started. i’d certainly cut the part about leaving the old house. wouldn’t a normal girl out to see the new family move in, although the idea of shy girl who doesn’t go out much is exciting. i live in a big house that was cut down the middle, where the attics had partially finished rooms and the top was open and that had a skylight that you got to by an inclined ladder that was sort of like a steep set of stairs. if you went up there, you could see down into the attic… Read more »
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