Young Girl Next Door – Part 1 by stargazer228

A literotic sexstories: Young Girl Next Door – Part 1 by stargazer228 ,

This is the story of my experience with the underage girl that lived next to me

I’ll start by introducing myself. My name is Joe (not really) and I am 28 years old. I live in a nice neighborhood in a house with my wife. At all started when we moved in about a year ago, and my neighbors came over to say hello. I opened the door and was immediately drawn to their beautiful young daughter, Katie. Her parents, Tom and Mary, introduced themselves, along with their 14 year old daughter, and welcomed us to the neighborhood. After they left, the number 14 was all that I remembered about their short visit. That and her name of course. I’ve always been attracted to young girls and Katie was certainly no exception. She was gorgeous. Five foot nothing with an slim, athletic body. The kind of body you can only get from being 14 years old. If you had asked me at the time how young is too young, I probably would have said 14 is way too young. I knew it was wrong, and knew no one could ever know, but being with that girl was often all I could think about.

It is now a little more than a year later, and I still try and sneak looks of Katie whenever I get the chance. Having never really talked to her, I didn’t know much about her. It’s not exactly socially acceptable for a 28 year old man to spark up a conversation with a 14 year old girl. The only thing I had was whatever my head could imagine about her. That is, until the day I was asked to stay over at their house. Allow me to explain…..

A few months ago Tom and Mary had another baby. I got a phone call from Mary at around 2pm on a Friday night. She frantically told me that she and Tom had a family emergency, and asked if my wife and I could come over to their house and watch their baby for the night, as they could not take him with them. I apologetically informed her that my wife was out of town for the week on a business trip. I was a little surprised to hear her ask me if I could still come over. I didn’t have much experience taking care of a baby, but from the sound of it, she had no other options. She said I could come over right away and she would go over a few things with me before they left. Although not pleased with the idea, I agreed to help them out in the emergency.

I arrived at their house at around 3pm. After receiving ridiculously thorough instructions on what to do with the baby, Mary told me something that completely changed my attitude about the night.

“Katie should be home around 7, but could be later.”

I was caught a little off guard. I guess I had just assumed that Katie would be going with them. And if not, I thought she would be able to care for the baby.

“You still want me to stay the night, even with Katie here?”, I asked.

Mary replied, “Like I said, she won’t be home till 7, and isn’t comfortable being responsible for such a young baby.”

The idea of being alone in the house with Katie had my head spinning. I could actually talk to her without feeling like a creep. I knew nothing would ever happen with her, but just the thought of seeing her in her house was exciting. Would she want to hang out with me at all and keep me company? What will she be wearing? These and many other questions were racing through my head. My mood had greatly improved.

“Ok, thanks you so much for doing this and please call me if you need anything”, Mary said as she was leaving. Four hours of following written directions quickly passed, and 7:00 was now fast approaching. Having my hands full with the child, I didn’t have a lot of time to prepare for what I would do or say once Katie got home. After setting him down for some sleep, I heard the door shut.

“Hello?”, Katie yelled.

My eyes widened, and before even seeing her, I was starting to get aroused. I turned the corned from the hallway, and standing in the foyer was the sexiest little girl I had ever seen. My jaw fell to the floor. She was wearing jeans and a tight long-sleeved shirt. Her body was incredible, and this was the closest I had been to it in a long time.

“Hey Katie”, I said as I reached out to shake her hand. I wanted to touch her so bad, even if just her hand. She reached her hand out and grabbed mine. Her touch was so soft. I held her hand as long as I could. Her first reaction was the moment of truth I was waiting for. Would she be the happy, cheery, friendly type that would actually want to talk to me, or would she be the stuck-up, bitchy type that would say hi and go lock herself in her room.

As we shook hands, she had on the biggest, most beautiful smile I could have imagined.

“Hi Joe! Thank you so much for staying over tonight! I would have been so scared being here all alone. I’m glad I have you to protect me!”

Holy shit, was that the hottest thing I’ve ever heard anyone say. Even though it wasn’t implying anything and was completely harmless, the thought of protecting this scared little teenage girl had me extremely aroused.

“Oh no problem at all. I’m happy to do it! I’ll be sure to keep you safe.”

She looked right at my eyes and smiled, as she walked over to her bedroom. She was so freaking cute. If she had any idea what I wanted to do to her, she would probably be on the phone with the police. All I could do now was go sit on the couch and wait for her to come out of her room (fingers crossed). I sat down, turned on the tv, and waited.

It must have been all of five minutes before she walked into the living room, having changed into short shorts and a pink tshirt.

“So what do you plan to do all night?”, she asked.

Although I would have loved to answer that question truthfully, I figured I should come up with more suitable answer.

“I don’t really have anything to do. I’ve actually been pretty bored the last few hours. I have no one to hang out with”

I tried to make a sort of sad face while I said that, trying to provoke a reaction from her.

“Aww, poor you! Haha! I’ll hang out with you if you want. Do you want to watch some tv or a movie or something?”

“That sounds great”, I replied.

She walked over and directly in front of me, leaned over to grab the remote control. I had a direct view of her perfect little ass, and smooth, sexy little teen legs. I had to fight the urge to lean forward, and lick her from the ankles all the way up. It was all I could think about. I wanted to taste her so bad. Any way I could.

“Here come sit down on the couch”, I said as I patted the couch cushion next to me.

“Thanks!”

As she sat down, she let out a groan as if she was uncomfortable.

“Uggh, I’m so sore.”

“What from?”, I quickly asked. (From getting fucked all day you little slut? – That’s the rest of the question that ran through my head before she had a chance to speak)

“Cheerleading practice was a bitch today…my feet are killing me!”

Oh you gotta be kidding me. I had no idea. Just when I thought she tiny little girl couldn’t get any sexier, she has me imagine her in a tight cheerleading outfit. It makes sense now why she was home so late.

“Oh that sucks. Do you want me to give you a foot massage? It might make your feet feel better faster.”

A bold move. But it was all I could think of, and seemed like a great opportunity to make physical contact with her.

“Oh my god, that would be amazing!”, she said as she turned to the side, lifter her legs off the ground, and threw her feet onto my lap. I was in heaven. I had this teenage beauty’s feet in my lap, with permission to touch and rub them all I wanted. The rest of her legs just inches away. I wondered how high up I could go without scaring her away. As I grabbed and squeezed her sexy little feet, she let out a long, soft moan.

“Mmmmm, that feels so good”, she said as she closed her eyes and bent her head back. I just started at her amazingly toned 15 year old body. I thought about just jumping on top of her and trying to kiss her. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? I didn’t want to risk it though….yet.

I started rubbing her ankles, and it didn’t seem like she would be stopping me any time soon. She was enjoying it. I didn’t know if it was just because her feet were hurting, or because she actually liked being touched in the sexual way I was trying to touch her. Every now and then one of my hands would move a few inches up her calf, give a light squeeze, and return to her feet. Still no objection or reaction at all. She was still lying back with a smile on her face, giving an occasional moan. It was time to get bolder.

I picked legs up a little, and slid closer to her. The bottom of her legs now on my lap, and her feet hanging off the side of me. I was now exclusively rubbing her legs, almost all the way up to her knees. I’d never been so turned on and it was starting to show. I had to reposition her legs a few times to prevent her from feeling my erection. She was still enjoying what I was doing to her. Her head still back, eyes closed. As I continued to caress her legs, I stared directly at her crotch. Wanting so badly to reach out and touch it. Wanting so badly to lean over and kiss it. I wanted to taste this young girl more than anything in the world.

I eventually built up the courage, and put a hand on her knee, and slid it just a little onto her thigh. I thought maybe I had gone too far.

“Mmmmm…..I thought you were giving me a foot massage? Hehe.”

“Oh sorry. I guess I got a little carried away.” (Oops)

“Oh no, you don’t have to apologize. My legs are sore too. It felt good.” “Sooo, what do you mean you got carried away? Carried away with what?”

Hmmm, I basically just told her that I enjoyed rubbing her legs, and she is curious instead of scared. I’m now as hard as I’ve ever been.

“Oh….I just mean with giving you the massage. You have very nice, soft legs…and I kinda didn’t realize what i was doing.”

Smiling and blushing, she asks “You think I have nice legs?”

I foolishly blurted out “Yah you have nice everything. You’re a very pretty girl.”

There was brief moment of silence, and what felt like sudden sexual tension. I was looking straight ahead, but could see her smiling out of the corner of my eye.