The Girl Next Door - Sex Stories

The Girl Next Door

... When I opened my door, Anna was sitting in my bed, waiting for me. “Seriously,” she paused “Logan,” I said. “Seriously Logan, don’t tell,” she finished, “It’s my only place to get away, have some privacy,” “You don’t need to worry.” I said laughing to myself, “I’m not telling and I won’t go up there,” “Well, I didn’t say you couldn’t go up there,” she said winking as she walking back up my ladder. I closed the ladder and the closet behind her and went back to my desk. Underneath my laptop was a small sticky note with a number on it. Taking my phone out, I typed in the digits and sent “Hello?”. It didn’t take long for a reply. “I was wondering how long that would take,” they sent, “It’s Anna by the way,” “Hello Anna,” I texted back. “Come up,” she said. I walked over to my closet and opened up the ladder, walking up to her small little area and sitting down in one of her comfortable bean bags. Anna and I talked and laughed for hours, sharing stories, talking about friends and school and our interests, just the normal stuff. In the weeks that followed, Anna and I made it a ritual to go up in to that attic and just talk for hours on end. Eventually, she started showing me around town. We went to the mall with some of her friends, the theater, the park, and everywhere in between. One night in the attic, she said, “I think I like you,” “Woah, you’re just beginning to know me,” I replied, trying not to offend her. “Dumb ass, I meant in a friendly kind of way,” she said. “Oh,” I ...

... said a little embarrassed. Suddenly, Mrs. Carter called for her. Anna rushed down her ladder with a quick goodbye and closed her ladder and closet. I walked back down my ladder and into my room, closing it behind me. Later that night, around nine o’clock, I heard more footsteps in the attic. They went over to my ladder and I heard a few knocks on it, then it came creaking down very slowly, followed by more foot steps. My closet door opened and Anna peered her head out, making sure it was ok to come in. “Hey,” she whispered as I paused the game on my laptop. “Hey yourself,” I said turning in my chair to face her. She walked through to my bed in her cookie monster pajamas with a tight fitting v-neck on that accentuated her perky breasts. “What are you doing?” She asked, laying down on my bed. “I’m just watching a movie. What about you?” I asked. “Buggin’ you,” she said poking my shoulder. I playfully poked her back on her forehead and soon it turned in to a poke war back and forth. She started poking my in my kidney’s and I started poking her in her stomach. We both squirmed and tried to suppress our laughs. I walked over to my bed trying to escape, but she joined me, poking me viscously. We locked eyes, laughing uncontrollably as we continued to poke each other. She glanced quickly at my lips, licking her own as she leaned in towards me. For a second, our lips gently touched in a short, sweet kiss. I pulled away, but her head moved closer, kissing me again for longer. “I’m ...