I still remember the exact afternoon it started, the way the sunlight slanted through my kitchen window and landed on her bare legs as she stood on my porch. Emily had lived next door for six months, always friendly but never forward, until that day she knocked wearing nothing but a thin tank top and cutoff shorts that barely covered the curve of her ass. She asked to borrow sugar, but her eyes held mine a second too long, and when I handed her the cup our fingers brushed. That touch lingered in my mind all night, making my cock twitch every time I pictured her full lips parting in a smile.
Over the next week she found reasons to stop by. A package delivered to the wrong house, a question about fixing her leaky faucet, each visit stretching a little longer. She’d lean against my counter, hips cocked, and talk about how lonely it got living alone. I confessed I felt the same after my last breakup.
Her voice softened when she said she’d noticed me watching her from my window sometimes. I blushed and tried to deny it, but she just laughed softly and told me it was okay, that she liked being watched.
The night it happened she texted me at ten, saying her power had gone out and could I come over with a flashlight. I crossed the lawn in the dark, heart pounding, and found her door unlocked. She was waiting in the living room wearing only an oversized button-down shirt that hung open enough to reveal the swell of her breasts and the smooth skin of her stomach. The flashlight beam caught the dampness between her thighs before I could look away.
“Come here,” she said, voice low and certain. I stepped forward and she took the flashlight from my hand, setting it aside so the room stayed dim. Her fingers traced my jaw, then slid down my chest until they reached my belt. “I’ve been thinking about this since the day I moved in,” she whispered. “About how you’d feel inside me.” She unbuckled me slowly, freeing my already hard cock, and wrapped her warm hand around it with a satisfied sigh.
I kissed her then, tasting mint and something sweeter, and she pressed her body against mine so I could feel the heat radiating from her. She guided my hand between her legs and I discovered she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the shirt. My fingers slid through her slick folds, and she moaned into my mouth, rocking her hips against my palm. She was so wet already that two fingers slipped inside her easily, her inner walls clenching around them as she whispered how good it felt.
We never made it to the bedroom. She sank to her knees on the living-room rug, took me into her mouth, and looked up at me with those wide eyes while her tongue circled the head of my cock. The sight nearly finished me right there. I pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch. She spread her legs willingly, arching her back so I could see everything. I rubbed the tip of my cock along her slit, coating myself in her arousal, then pushed inside in one slow thrust. She cried out, pushing back to take me deeper, and we found a rhythm that made the couch creak beneath us.
I reached around to rub her clit while I fucked her, feeling her tighten around me with every stroke. She came first, gasping my name, her pussy pulsing so hard it dragged me over the edge too. I emptied myself inside her in long, hot pulses, holding her hips tight until we both stopped shaking. Afterward we stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her.
She turned in my arms and kissed me softly, then led me to her bed. We spent the rest of the night exploring each other with hands and mouths until the power came back on and the room filled with sudden light. I saw the flush on her skin, the marks my fingers had left on her thighs, and realized this wasn’t going to be a one-time thing. Emily smiled, pulled me back down, and said she’d been waiting a long time for the boy next door to finally notice her.
Since then our nights have blurred together. Sometimes she seduces me with slow, teasing touches that last for hours. Other times she shows up at my door already wet and needy, pulling me inside before the door even closes. Every time feels like the first, that same electric certainty that she wanted me and had decided to take what she wanted. I still glance out my window sometimes and catch her waving from across the lawn, that same knowing smile on her lips, and I know the night will end with her body pressed against mine again.
