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Billy Brent stood in the road, watching a woman take in shopping bags from her front step. He knew his mouth hung open, yet he felt incapable of doing anything about it.
Katie Lanner had been his next door neighbor for almost ten years now; yet seeing her came as a shock.
Technically she was his parent’s next door neighbor, but now that Billy was back home, he guessed that made her his as well.
He hadn’t really thought about her while he had been away. Okay, that was a lie. He had thought about her, but it was only the occasional, ‘I wonder what she’s doing now’ thought. It certainly wasn’t anything like the thoughts currently racing through his mind.
Of course, at nine years old, he had barely noticed her, except to kick a ball out in the front of their houses, or sometimes dig for worms in the backyard. At that age, he hadn’t even thought about her being a girl. It wasn’t until he hit thirteen, and she was then eleven, that he suddenly discovered he didn’t want to play with her anymore. That was when she would run up to him, with her big toothy grin, wanting to join in the games with him and his friends. He found himself turning away from her, embarrassed he had a girl for a friend. It didn’t help when his friends teased him. ‘Billy’s got a girlfriend,’ they cat-called. ‘Katie and Billy up a tree...’
A couple of years younger than him, she was tall and leggy, like a new born foal, with a mouth that seemed too big for her face and strong, dark eyebrows. She was geeky and gawky, and as she approached her own teenaged years, she suddenly became aware of all her imperfections and carried herself as such.
Billy barely gave her a second thought. At sixteen, he was out playing football, and by eighteen, he’d left home for college. Sure, he’d come back a couple of times to visit, but they’d always missed each other.
Now, here he stood in front of a woman he had once played in the dirt with, and he could barely speak.
She looked up and saw him, her face lighting in a smile. The bags dropped to the ground and she ran up to him, flinging her arms around his neck in a hug and then breaking away.
“Billy! I hoped I’d bump into you.”
“Katie... you look... wow, you look...”
She grinned at him, the once too big mouth now full and voluptuous on her striking face.
“Good?” she finished for him. “I hope you’re trying to say ‘good’.”
Billy choked on his words. “Grown-up. I was going to say ‘grown-up’.”
“It’s been, what, two or three years, Billy. Not that long.”
“Long enough. You’ve... errr... blossomed.”
He couldn’t help his gaze flicking down to the front of her shirt, where her breasts swelled in creamy humps beneath her low-cut, tight fitting sweater.
“You mean I’ve finally got tits, don’t you?” she said, her mouth pouting, her eyes with a wicked glint.
“Well they’re kind of on display,” he teased.
“I waited long enough for them. I intend to make the most of them.”
He flushed, the heat rising through his cheeks. “How long are you back for?” he asked, hoping to change the subject. Somehow it didn’t seem right to be talking like this to a woman he’d only ever known as a child.
She shrugged and tossed her sheet of dark hair behind her shoulder. “Not long. Just got a few weeks off, so I figured I’d come down and see the folks. How about you?”
“Just finished my course, so I guess you could say I’m between things at the moment. I’m staying here until I can find a job.”
“Great. We’ll get to spend some time together then. You know, catch up and stuff. Your parents in?”
“No,” he said. “They’re both out for the day—shopping I think. Yours?”
“Nope,” she said with another cheeky grin.
His stomach rolled in a nervous flip as he dared himself to ask the question. “You want to come in for a coffee?”
She gave a nonchalant shrug, but the spark in her eyes said different. “Sure.”
Billy picked up her bags for her and put them inside her parent’s porch, and then they walked across the yard to his own parent’s house.
Katie looked around, smiling. “It looks exactly as I remember it,” she said.
“It is. My folks don’t believe in decorating.”
Katie dropped herself onto the couch.
“You want coffee then?” he asked.
“In a minute. Let’s talk first.”
Sitting down on the couch, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was a true beauty now; those strong eyebrows that had seemed so strange in childhood, now framed her face, matching her thick dark hair. Her legs seemed endless and, as she crossed them, he wondered what it would be like to run his fingers down the length of her thigh.
But it was her hand that found his leg, her long fingers, tipped with blood red nails, touching the breadth of his thigh. Her hand rested there. Though she spoke, it was all he could think about, so conscious of the heat of her palm through the material of his jeans.
She tilted her head to one side, looking at him intently. “I should have said before how you’re looking good too, Billy. You’re a man now, but then to me you always seemed like a man, even when you were only sixteen.”
His cock twitched at her touch, the blood rushing, engorging it.
Billy shifted in his seat, leaning forward, trying to hide his arousal. But he was well endowed and his stiffy ran like a ridge beneath his jeans.
He really shouldn’t be thinking of her like this—the sweet, gawky, and sometimes annoying little girl from next door. Of course, he had only ever been two years older than her, but at that age it could have been a different generation. She had always just looked like a child to him.
Only, he thought as she leant towards him, pushing the swell of her chest towards him, her cleavage a dip into the promise of pleasure, she wasn’t a little girl anymore.
Katie narrowed the distance between them, her face now only inches from his own. He could smell the sweetness of her breath, the faint hint of her perfume, and she looked up into his eyes, studying them, judging his reaction.
“Katie...” he started to say, but he had no idea how he intended to finish the sentence. Luckily he didn’t get the chance as her mouth, lips as soft as satin, pressed against his own. He resisted for only a moment, some part of him still worried he was somehow corrupting the sweet girl next door, but then her mouth opened, her tongue expertly teasing his lips, seeking permission to enter, and he realized this wasn’t the kiss of a sweet, innocent virgin. This girl knew exactly what she was doing.
She reached down and took hold of his hand. Lifting it up, she placed his palm against the swell of her breast and he could feel the hard nub of her nipple beneath the soft material of her sweater.
His cock ached to be touched, now uncomfortable beneath the restraints of his jeans, but Katie let go of his hand and reached down, her fingers massaging the length of his cock through his jeans. His balls throbbed in a dull, but pleasant ache, and he kissed her harder. His hand slipped beneath her sweater, seeking upwards until he found the rough material of the lace on her bra.
Katie pulled away for a moment and then quickly pulled the sweater over her head. The sight of her firm, young breasts cupped in only her white lacy bra, made him want to come there and then. She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, shrugging the straps off her shoulders and dropping the item to the floor. Her breasts were full and round, dark areolas crinkled at the centre, just begging to be touched.
His eyes were wide. “Jesus Christ, Katie.”
She lowered her lashes at him, but pushed out those perfect tits. “This is okay, isn’t it?”
“Too right, it is.”
Wanting his bare skin next to hers, he tugged his t-shirt up over his head and threw it down to join Katie’s lingerie.
Then his mouth was at her breast, his lips circling the hard, crinkled skin of her nipple. He sucked it, gently at first, but when she laced her fingers in his hair and pushed him against her, he sucked harder and allowed his teeth to grate her sensitive skin.
Her free hand still massaged the length of his cock through his jeans, but then her fingers found his zipper and tugged it down, wrestling with the button to pop it open. Then he was free, the cool air kissing his hot skin.
Billy raised his head from her nipple and kissed her mouth again, his fingers in her hair. Her fingers wrapped around his dick and she pumped him in a slow, but steady motion, her thumb skimming his head, moistening his shaft with his pre-cum. Wanting to repay the pleasure, Billy’s hand sought beneath her short skirt, feeling for the cleft between her thighs. His fingertips met the lacy material of her panties and he rubbed her gently, feeling her wetness already sopping the lace.
He went to pull the material aside, but she grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
“Wait,” she said. “I’ve got something for you first.”
Katie slid off the couch and positioned herself between his legs. Billy realized what she had in store and he groaned in anticipation.
She was down on her knees. Deliberately looking up at him from beneath her long lashes, she let her tongue snake from between her lips and, starting at the base of his cock, tantalizingly close to his perineum, she licked up in a slow, deliberate movement. She reached the tip of his cock and her tongue circled round the purple swell of his head, licking the bead of moisture from its slit.
“Oh, fuck, Katie,” he moaned, thrusting his hips forward, desperate for her to take him fully in her mouth.
But she gave a little smile and teased her way back down, stopping at his balls now, taking one into her mouth and sucking slowly, before moving on to the next. Billy’s hands gripped the edges of the couch, his knuckles white, desperately fighting the urge to grab his own cock and masturbate all over her.
But he wanted this to last, and he didn’t want to show himself up like that.
Instead, he tugged on her arm and she allowed his cock to pop from between her lips.
“Come here,” he said, his voice harsh, and he pulled her up towards him.
She climbed on top of him and straddled his thighs, his cock pressed against the wet material of her panties.
Billy quickly slid his hand between them and pulled the material out of the way. She was soaking wet and smooth. He slid a finger deep inside her.
Katie gasped, her red fingernails digging into his shoulders, but she sank onto his hand, grinding against him. He added a second finger stretching her tight walls.
“Now,” she said into his ear. “I want you to fuck me now.”
He wasn’t about to argue. Withdrawing his hand, he took hold of his cock and positioned it at her entrance. Katie shifted her hips, and there was the perfect moment of resistance before he slid inside her, her hot muscles gripping him tightly. She sank on him hard, pulling him deep within her.
Billy grabbed her ass, his fingers tight against the firm skin of her buttocks, helping her move on his dick.
She bounced up and down, her head thrown back, exposing her beautiful long neck. Her hair draped down her back, tickling the top of her bottom and the backs of his hands.
He watched his cock slick in and out of her bare pussy, his jaw gripped tight, knowing his orgasm was close. Reaching out, he used his thumb and rubbed her clit in steady circles. Katie gasped and her head fell forward, her face buried into the skin of his neck. Her tits bounced as she moved and her fingers dug into the skin of his shoulders. She cried out, the walls of her pussy clenching tight against his cock, and his own orgasm powered through him. He jerked hard as he came inside her, filling her, and she bore down on him, drawing him deeper than he had ever thought possible.
She went limp on top of him, her thighs still wrapped around his, and he felt himself go soft inside of her. When their breathing slowed back to a normal pace, she sat up and pushed her hair out of her eyes.
“Wow, Billy. Do you have any idea how long I have dreamt about doing that with you?”
He laughed. “I’m not sure I want to know. It probably wouldn’t have been legal.”
She bent her head and kissed him, long and slow. His cock jerked inside of her and he could barely believe he would be ready to go again so soon.
The front door slammed open, the sound of voices drifting through to them.
They both froze, staring at each other. Billy’s parents were home. Oh shit. Even though they were both consenting adults, the last thing they wanted was to be caught half naked and screwing on his parent’s couch.
Katie clambered off of him, grabbing his shirt and clamping it between her thighs. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall and into the bedroom.
“Billy?” His mother’s voice called out to him. “You home?”
He could hear footsteps approaching his room and he frantically looked for somewhere to hide Katie. But there wasn’t enough time and so he just motioned for her to stand behind the door. There was the briefest of knocks before the door was pushed open. Billy only had time to get his pants back on before his mother’s head peered through the door.
“Hey Billy, you seen the Lanner girl from next door? Seems she’s home from college, but her parents can’t find her. All her bags are in the porch but she’s nowhere to be seen.”
Her eyes caught sight of the pale sweater and he grabbed it, trying to stuff it under the bedcovers. But the game was up.
“Billy?” Her voice was warning.
“Hi Mrs. Brent,” said Katie, her head popping around the side of the door.
Billy’s mother’s mouth opened in surprise, but nothing came out. Instead, she gaped a couple of times and then said, “Oh, right. I’ll let your parents know you’re safe then,” and hurried back out the door.
Katie ran to the bed and clambered on top of him, both of their bodies tense with unreleased laughter. Their hands clamped over their mouths until his mother was a safe distance away, then they both burst out laughing.
“Your dad is going to kill me,” said Billy.
“Aw, your mom won’t tell. And anyway, it’s not like I’m a little girl anymore.”
No, thought Billy. You most certainly are not.