The Girl Next Door - Sex Stories

The Girl Next Door

... 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. ...