Girl Next Door

Girl Next Door


You never know when a single moment in the space of time will affect the rest of your life. You don’t know it at the time, but at some point, you track all the events to one defining moment. Mine started with a girl crying on her front steps. Her family had moved in a couple weeks before, and I hadn’t had the gumption to introduce myself to her. My school bus had just pulled away, and I was almost to the house when I heard a faint whimper. I followed the sound to the neighboring yard. As I rounded the stairs I saw a broken toy on the sidewalk, a porcelain doll like my sister had. Only this doll was in pieces, its eyes scattered among the fragments.

She sat on the front stairs, her head resting against her knees, hugging them tightly to her body. Her pigtails draped her legs, covering her in a curtain of raven curls. “Are you ok?” I remember asking her. She sniffed once more, then raised her tear stricken eyes to mine, unable to hide her pain. Immediately she jumped from the stairs and threw her arms around me. It was my first contact with a girl, well not counting my mom and older sister. Not sure how she would react, I put my arms around her. She was still crying, her tears soaking through my favorite Spongebob shirt.

Then I heard it, the crash of glass from inside, the voices yelling at one another. As the voices got closer to the front door, I felt her body tense. I’m not sure what got into me, but I reached behind me and took her hand in mine. “Do you want to come over?” I asked her. She nodded her answer, and I led her back to my house. That was it, my moment that rerouted my future.

She said her name was Melissa. Not long after that day, she and my sister became best friends. They were in the same class, both of them two years older than me. They were inseparable; Melissa was always spending the night at our house. I would hear them across the hall, giggling at all hours of the night. I remember waking up one morning to find my toenails painted a bubblegum pink. Later that day, my sister discovered her favorite Brad Pitt poster missing, held for ransom until she removed the nail polish.

Even after three years, Melissa never mentioned what happened that first day we met. The subject was not even breached until the first time she snuck into my bedroom window. I was almost asleep at my desk, my face resting on my open Algebra book. The rest of the house was quiet enough that I could hear the pebbles strike against my window. Looking down I remember seeing Melissa with her arms wrapped tight around her small body, barefoot in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. My room, like my sister’s, was on the second floor, but there was a trellis outside my window that my mother had added a couple of years back.

Careful not to wake my parents, she climbed up to what would become a safe haven for her. Reaching out, I helped to hoist her inside, only to lose my footing. We tumbled to the floor and lied perfectly still, hoping the noise would go unnoticed by the slumbering household. After a moment of stillness without breathing, she started shaking with what I originally thought was laughter. It turned out this wasn’t a social call. Her father had moved on from abusing her mother to abusing her instead. On top of that, she was always embarrassed about the situation, so she never told my sister why she spent the night at our house all the time. I was the only one who she trusted to see the pain that the physical and psychological bruises caused. So I lied with her on the floor that night. As my shirt soaked up another round of her tears, I let her weakly beat out her frustrations against my chest.

That was the first time I ever slept with a girl. At the early age of thirteen, I slept in my bed with my arms around a girl I once thought I barely knew. Her dreams invaded my sleep, her unconscious fight with an unseen force prompted me to tighten my arms around her, hopefully providing her with the shield she needed. This went on for the next three years. And it was our little secret. I took to sleeping with my window unlocked in case she ever needed my help after I was already asleep. She still spent the night across the hall on the weekends, and I was silently jealous of my sister for that. I was lonely in my bed without Melissa by my side; for me she had become a companion, like the stuffed animal you slept with as a child. I should have been ashamed of my selfishness, but secretly I was falling for this troubled girl who ran to the safety of my arms in the middle of the night.

I remember the first night those feelings became evident. I had come home late one night after playing Halo at a friend’s house. I snuck in my own window, and almost shouted when I found Melissa already in my bed. Her back was to me with one leg out of the covers, holding them between her thighs. That was when I realized she was only wearing a small white shirt and white panties to match. My pubescent body gave a reaction I wasn’t expecting. I could feel myself harden just looking at the older girl in my bed. No, not a girl, she was a woman now, a senior in high school. I was so uncomfortable with the situation that my hormones rushed me into that I just took off my shoes, and curled up on the floor next to the bed. I wanted a pillow, but I would have had to reach over her slumbering body to get one. I was sure she didn’t want my boner pressing into her backside while she was sleeping so peacefully. So I just took off my shirt, wadded it up, and shoved it under my head. For me, that night changed everything. I always gave my bed to her if she needed it. I didn’t want to scare her away with my body’s needs, so I would just sleep in the floor next to her. She even got in the habit of leaving her arm hanging out of the covers, touching whatever part of my body was within reach. I was saddened by the fact that I couldn’t give her the physical security she needed like when we were kids.

Then the day came that I thought my heart would stop. Two days before my sixteenth birthday, she was gone. No goodbye, no thank you, she just never came over again. My sister later told me that she was accepted into a foreign exchange program. Melissa was spending the next three years with a host family in Japan. I knew why she had left; she had to get free from her father’s grasp. And now that she was eighteen, she didn’t need his consent to leave. That was definitely my worst summer. I hardly left the house except to go to the part-time job I took on to occupy my time. I still slept with my window unlocked, hopeful that I would see the girl with raven curls slip into my window again, needing the safety that only I could provide. I guess old habits really do die-hard.

By the time I started my junior year of high school, I had resolved to join the normal world again. My sister had left the state to go to college, so any reminders I had of Melissa were merely the unconscious memories that stirred my dreams. I buckled down on my studies, partied on the weekends, and even dated occasionally. None of the girls were like her, but a couple of them were pleasant distractions. When it came time for my own graduation, I was a man without a direction, but not without desire. I was going to college on an academic scholarship, but I had no idea why I was going, or what I wanted to study.

Two days after my eighteenth birthday, my parents left on a weekend outing, and they trusted me to take care of the house. I came home after work that night completely exhausted from working a double shift. My sole objective was to make it to the top of the stairs and collapse onto my bed. My plan was thwarted before it had a chance to get underway. The smell of flowers carried on the night wind drifted from my bedroom. Visually performing a quick search, I looked for something I could use as a weapon against an intruder. Finding none, I moved flush to the wall directly beside my doorway. Leaning around to look, I saw a single figure. It was a girl, sitting on my windowsill, looking out at the night sky.

“You going to stay in the hallway all night?” a very familiar voice inquired.

Stepping into the room, I took in the sight of the girl I hadn’t seen in two years. She was leaning against the window frame, her legs straddling both sides for balance. Swinging her legs around, I almost didn’t recognize the woman before me now. Gone were the short curls, replaced by a long, straight ponytail resembling a black waterfall. She was draped in a short kimono-style shirt, and black shorts that gave the illusion of much longer legs. She moved very catlike, her bare feet making no sound on the carpet as she slowly walked across my room to stand before me.

“Is this the way you greet an old friend?” she pouted, crossing her arms.

I almost pinched myself. My body refused to move for fear that this might be just another dream. Looking down at her, I realized how much I had grown in the last two years. Collecting her into my arms, I was able to rest my chin on top of her head as I held her close. Instantly she relaxed against me, her body melding with the contours of my own.

“I thought you’d forgotten me there for a moment,” she laughed against my chest. Stepping back, she started to run her hands over my torso and arm muscles. “And you’ve been busy.”

Running a hand through my hair, I had to laugh at her impromptu fondling. “Well, I had a lot of extra time on my hands. I even started to sleep in my bed again.”

Removing her hands from me, she moved back to the moonlit window. “Yeah, I’ve had a few decent nights of sleep too. Which reminds me,” she said, reaching under my bed. When she stood up, the object in her hands looked distinctly like a katana. “I never properly thanked you for all those nights you cared for me. If I remember correctly, you’re still the first boy I ever slept with.”

Taking the sword from her, I realized it was much lighter than I expected. The sheath had a black lacquer finish and the handle was wrapped with thin strips of black leather. As soon as I removed the blade from its sheath, I saw the mark of a dragon gleaming in the moonlight. Small prisms of light danced around the room as Melissa looked at the blade with a sense of pride.

“I saved that one specifically for you. It was my first finished product,” she said, smiling at me.

I could only stare at her in wonder. “You made this?”

She nodded, then made her way to sit on the bed. Curling her legs underneath her, she said, “My host family has a long history with sword making and kenjutsu. The last two generations had not tried to learn the family’s art, so I told Ojii-san that I was willing to learn if he would grant me the knowledge.” She held her hand out, and I passed the sword to her. In turn she placed her finger where the blade met the hilt, balancing it perfectly on her outstretched finger. “This is in no way a perfect sword. Like me, it has a few flaws. I think that’s why it is my favorite, and why you need to have it.”

Taking the sword back, I resheathed it and placed it on my desk. When I returned to her, she was staring out the window, possibly at the quiet building next door that she never called home. “I don’t know what to say,” I said, still baffled at the girl who was once a victim. “And you can use it?”

She laughed. “Let’s just say that you wouldn’t want to catch me alone in a dark alley.” Rising again, she came close and hugged me. I could feel the difference in her body. She wasn’t the soft and feminine teenager who shared my bed before. I could feel the lean muscles in her back, moving with the rise and fall of her more ample chest. Pulling her closer to me, I leaned my head forward to smell her hair. That’s when I realized that it wasn’t the flowers outside that I had smelled earlier, it was her. She had traveled across the ocean, but still smelled like this refuge where she felt safe.

With one final squeeze, she backed away. “Well, I have to get up early tomorrow,” she said, a glint of sadness in her eyes. “It was good to see you again.” Rising on her toes, she pressed her lips to mine in a short kiss. Before I could control myself, I slid my arms around her waist, refusing her retreat, and returned her kiss. She opened her eyes momentarily, but closed them when I ran my hand along her jaw line. Relaxing, she pushed her lips harder against mine, opening herself to me. I could taste the sweetness of her cherry lip balm as my tongue grazed her closed lips, begging for entrance.

Graciously she opened her mouth to me, meeting my tongue with her own. I felt like I was lost in time, lost in a moment I had only dreamt about in previous years. Standing with her now, sharing in this exchange, just sent my body into overdrive, instantly hardening my most sensitive area. I think she sensed my need for she crushed her body against my own, her tongue desperately fighting my own as what started as innocent quickly moved to something deeper. Pushing harder against me, I realized she was trying to move me, particularly in the direction of the bed.

My legs finding the edge, I broke the kiss with her long enough to take a seat. Looking at the woman above me, I could still feel my shock, my dreams never prepared me for the moment I was currently experiencing. Reaching out, I ran my hands over her hips, fingered the edge of her shorts. I watched as she mulled over her next move. As my hands started to move around her waistline to her backside, she climbed into my lap, straddling my legs with hers. Grinding against me, a groan escaped my lips, my desire evident in my body’s reactions.

She smiled down at me. “Remember when we used to wrestle? You never let me on top for more than a few seconds.” She paused for a moment, as if recalling one of her good memories. Spontaneously she ground her lower body against me, her forcefulness sending warm sensations through my body. “The last time we wrestled, I believe I got you in this very same position,” she said, bringing her face closer to mine. “And if I recall, your body had the same response then.”

Flustered, I tried to explain myself, but my words came out as stutters, my grasp of the English language completely escaping me. Fortunately she took my cue. Her fingers started to toy with the ribbon that held her shirt closed. Her eyes never left mine as her beautiful flesh was exposed as the shirt fell to the floor, the silk sliding away to reveal firm and naked breasts. Her nipples were so pale, almost blending in with the rest of her creamy skin. Reaching out with one hand, I rubbed my thumb over one nipple, the tip hardening under the attention.

Moving my other hand to keep the second breast from being ignored, I placed my lips around the first. I felt her body instantly tense as I moved my tongue in circles around her nipple, her breath coming out in short pants as her hands found their way into my hair. The fragrant smell of jasmine even surrounded these small buds, her smell completely intoxicating me, pushing my body further into its desperate needs. Her lower region rubbed against me in time with my tongue’s repetitions, and I thought my body might explode before I could see all of her treasures.

Before she could respond, I pulled away from her breast and wrapped my arms around her backside. Hoisting both our bodies from the bed, she leaned forward to kiss me again as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Turning around, I lowered our connected bodies back to the bed, only this time I was in the dominant position. Her lips sucked on mine as my hand trailed down between the valley of her breasts, down her bare stomach to the line of her shorts. Separating from her lips, I kissed my way down her chin to the hollow of her neck as my hand unbuttoned her shorts and slowly dispatched the zipper.

“My, you have been busy in my absence,” she whispered, her hands playing in my hair again.

As I worked to remove the shorts from her slender hips, a realization hit me. My hand rested on the bare curls surrounding her lips. “I get the feeling you planned this,” I said, eyeing her as my finger worked its way between the black curls to her buried core.

She arched her back as my finger gently stroked her protruding nub. Through her moans, she laughed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I watched closely as my actions sent waves of sensations through her body. Carefully she kicked the shorts from her ankles, then spread her legs wider, opening herself to me. Scooting down further, I slid off the bed and put my face closer to her moistened lips, glistening in the moonlight, waiting for more attention. Pursing my lips, I blew against her agitated folds, eliciting a drawn out moan from her. I flicked my tongue once, sliding it over her exposed nub.

“What are you doing to me?” she gasped, her body quivering with anticipation. As if to get away from the slow torture, she started to push herself higher onto the bed. Before she could get away, I climbed onto the bed and grabbed her hands, holding her down. Her nude form gyrated with unsatisfied need, her eyes begging for me to finish what we had started.

“Jake, please!” she purred. Pulling one hand free from me, she walked her fingers down my chest, and worked to unbutton my jeans. “I don’t remember you ever being this cruel to me.”

I couldn’t help it; this feral being below me fascinated me. I released her other hand, and she immediately grabbed at my shirt, pulling it over my head. She laughed as she went back to my jeans, easily unbuttoning them with two hands at her disposal. She was so eager to get me naked that I just hovered over her as she stripped me. Her hands ran over my bare ass as she pushed my jeans and boxers down to my knees.

I stood up again, long enough to pull the remaining garments from my legs. I climbed back onto the bed, settling myself back between her legs. She grabbed my head, pulling me back to her lips, but I stopped her progress to reach for my nightstand.

Her body shivered below me. “What are you doing?” she moaned.

“Getting protection,” I responded, struggling with the handle of the drawer.

She ran her hand along my arm, closing her fingers within my outstretched hand. “I’m on the Pill,” she whispered.

Turning back to look at her, she gave me a mischievous smile. “I still think you’re setting me up,” I said, sliding back to where my face was even with hers.

She pretended to be surprised by my continued accusations. Pushing her body up to mine, rubbing her still moist folds against me, she said, “Does this feel like a setup?” Sitting up high enough to press our lips together in a very sweet kiss, she whispered against my lips, “Does this feel like I don’t want to be with you?”

That was all she had to say. Taking her lips again, I pushed our bodies back down on the bed. I was still pressed in between her curls from her last advance. Reaching between us, I adjusted my head at her opening, and slowly pressed forward. She was so tight around my head that all we could was moan through our kiss. I started to pull back when she grabbed my ass, holding me in position. “Where are you going?” she pleaded.

I smiled, then pushed slowly back into her, the path giving a little more way this time. She arched her back again, giving me deeper access. I was almost fully inside when I felt something blocking my path. Edging my head against it, I felt a pop and heard her moan, more out of pain than pleasure. I watched her a single tear slipped from her eye, and I knew what I had just done.

Feeling my pause, she looked back to me and smiled. “What? I told you that you were the first boy I ever slept with.”

Stunned, I leaned forward and kissed her again, wanting to show her how much I appreciated her for giving this to me. Her soft lips against mine reminded me of our innocent nights together soothing her wounds. Circling her arms around my neck, she pulled our bodies together, our sweat mingling as our joined bodies glided against one another. Melissa managed to wrap a leg around my backside, and thrust me deeper within her, another moan reverberating against my lips.

Once I was all the way inside, I stole one more kiss, then looked down at her. “You ok to continue?”

She smiled, and nodded, thrusting her hips again. Taking her signal, I pulled back far enough that my head was at her entrance, then I thrust forward again. This time was much more accommodating, her slick walls expanding to envelop me comfortably within her. She felt so good around me that I couldn’t help my quickened thrusts. She even started to push against me, matching her thrusts with mine. Reaching above her head, she grasped for my headboard.

“I can feel it. I can feel it,” she whispered. As I continued to push into her, my thrusts were hard enough to rub against her clit. It was then that I felt her body shake, her orgasm running through her body, and I knew I could let go as well. Following her lead, I grabbed the headboard next to her hands for balance, and drove into her. Looking down, I watched the remnants of her orgasm cross her face as she mouthed three little words.

“Come for me…”

And I was happy to oblige her. With one final plunge, I let myself go within the girl I had loved for years.

~*~*~

“I still say this was a setup,” I said as I nuzzled her neck.

She scooted closer, her backside pressed against my cock, teasing me again.

“And if it was, what could you do about it now?” she asked, rolling over and kissing the tip of my nose.

Melissa moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Her hair was loose now, long and black hanging down her back, hiding her naked skin from my eyes. Retrieving my shirt from the floor, she slipped it over her head and pulled her hair out of the collar. Sliding back into her shorts, she said, “Thank you for this.”

Rising from the bed, I slipped my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her into another lazy kiss. Melissa wrapped her arms around my waist. Her motions said she didn’t want to leave, and I didn’t mind to let her hold me as long as she could.

This time she was the one to retreat from the kiss. “I really do have to go,” she said, giving me a wink as she headed for the open window. “The next move is yours.”

As she made her way out the window, I grabbed my pants to hide my newly aroused state. I leaned out the window to see her already on the ground. “When can I see you again?” I yelled to her.

She looked up to me, her smile hinting that there was the catch. “When you come to Okinawa to visit!” she yelled back. Then she gave me one final wave, and ran around the side of the house, out of my sight.

Wiping my face, I sat back down on the bed, and started to think about the last few hours. I never imagined that we would ever do what we did, and never did my dreams create this scenario. And I certainly couldn’t tell anyone. My sister never knew her and I were so close, much less that I was attracted to her.

Still, I needed to find out if my sister did know anything. I got back up and headed for my desk to find her number. She was an hour behind my time, so there was a good chance that she was still awake. When I turned on my desk lamp, a piece of paper caught my eye.

JAL, 7:10am, Gate 5C

I checked the computer for what JAL stood for. I quickly found out, and called the number that was available. “Yes, I was checking for available seats on a flight to Okinawa? One way please…”