The Neighbor Next Door - Cassandra Dee Page 0,20

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.

“Of what?” I urge him. He sighs heavily.

“Of ruining you, sweetheart. That’s why I didn’t want to take your virginity.” I smile, a little relieved.

“But we did it in my back door,” I mewl, enjoying the way those alien words roll off my tongue. “Isn’t that even worse?”

“Janie,” he says in a warning tone. “You have no idea. You’re young.”

But I shake my head stubbornly.

“What? It’s true. And I loved every second of it. If I can trust you with my behind, why wouldn’t I trust you with taking my virginity? Why won't you trust yourself?”

He smiles grimly and rubs my thigh.

“Maybe I’ll tell you someday, sweetheart, but not now.”

I pout prettily before sticking out my tongue at the handsome man. And then with a laugh, I leap off his lap and run out of his house and over to mine, with a merry wave. I didn’t manage to convince Trent to pop my pussy cherry, but I sense he is amenable. And as I lie on my bed, playing over that entire afternoon in my head, a feeling of awe and deep satisfaction runs over my frame. Because there’s something amazing about our strange, sudden connection that’s so right … and I desperately don’t want it to end.

11

Janie

Annoyingly, Vivian was sick all week, which meant she didn’t leave the house at all. Which meant I couldn’t leave the house to go to Trent’s either. I had to make do with furtive glances in that direction, my eyes filled with longing. But luckily, we texted the whole time using our actual numbers, leaving EasyDude and HeartLove in the dust where they belong. I’ll never doubt ChatWorld again, but I’m also glad we’re done with the dating app once and for all.

Fortunately, Vivian was better by the weekend and on Saturday morning, I hear her leave the house. Probably an intense gym and tanning session to make up for the time spent lying in bed sick. Her car pulls out of the driveway, and realizing this is my chance, my heart starts beating in my throat in excitement. I kept my pussy shaved all week, in anticipation of this moment. And my nice lingerie’s right at the top of my underwear drawer, ready to throw on at a moment’s notice.

But all that’s covered right now because Trent texted me and told me that he wanted to take me somewhere we could be alone, where no one would recognize or bother us. In nature, no less. He told me I’d need to be dressed sensibly with hiking boots and gloves. So, of course, I matched practicality with sexy. Or at least, I was hoping to achieve that look.

I appraise my reflection in the mirror: the shorts come just under my ass cheeks, showing off my jiggly white thighs, and the pink, tight material of the t-shirt clings to my shape, making my tits look even bigger than usual. It’s not exactly “practical,” come to think about it, but what can I do? I’m a big girl and short of strapping myself into some uniform, this is the best I can do. Besides, deep down I know Trent thinks my body is sexy. He’ll like the outfit even if I’m not Ms. Patagonia.

And as soon as he opens the door and sees me, all my insecurities melt away. Trent’s eyes travel to my chest, down my body, and back up to my face and I see him swallow, lust burning in those blue eyes. I smile shyly, blushing.

“I wish I could drag you into my living room and have my way with you, woman,” he growls. I giggle, but the thought of him fucking me instead of going on this hike makes my pussy tingle.

“Why can’t we?” I ask, but he’s shaking his head, stepping outside and locking the door behind him. “Get in,” he orders me, holding open the passenger door of his truck. I obey. With a squeal, we’re off.

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