The Girl Next Door

The Girl Next Door

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Chris is a 42 year old married man. Life is mundane and average until his neighbours beautiful red headed daughter, Becky, makes him a proposal he finds impossible to say no to. Neither of them consider or could begin to predict the consequences of their actions when Chris's lovely wife, Jo, discovers the relationship. Jo joins in and takes the relationship to new heights, apparently the controlling partner. But is she? As time goes on, Becky displays her true colours, her sexual horizons ever expanding until she has led Jo and Chris into adventures they couldn't possibly have predicted, resulting in a totally changed lifestyle, running an all girl sex club.

Summary

Chris is a 42 year old married man. Life is mundane and average until his neighbours beautiful red headed daughter, Becky, makes him a proposal he finds impossible to say no to. Neither of them consider or could begin to predict the consequences of their actions when Chris's lovely wife, Jo, discovers the relationship. Jo joins in and takes the relationship to new heights, apparently the controlling partner. But is she? As time goes on, Becky displays her true colours, her sexual horizons ever expanding until she has led Jo and Chris into adventures they couldn't possibly have predicted, resulting in a totally changed lifestyle, running an all girl sex club.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Proposal

Author Chapter Note

Chris is a 42 year old married man. Life is mundane and average until his neighbours beautiful red headed daughter, Becky, makes him a proposal he finds impossible to say no to. Neither of them consider or could begin to predict the consequences of their actions when Chris's lovely wife, Jo, discovers the relationship.

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Submitted: June 08, 2014

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~~Chapter One - Proposal

This story tells how my otherwise mundane life quickly became very extraordinary. My name is Chris, I’m forty two years old, relatively fit, my wife at least thinks I am good looking, but I think I am very ordinary. I am just an average bloke, up to this point leading an average life, married to a very good looking blonde wife, Jo, who has produced me two wonderful boys.

My job in sales means I spend a lot of time on the road and come and go from home at all different times. No 9-5 with regular commute for me. One morning as I was driving out to go to an appointment with one of my clients I saw the girl from next door at the bus stop on her way to college, which was in the next town, about 15 miles away. I was going passed her college on my way so I stopped and offered her a lift. Rebecca, who everyone called Becky, gratefully climbed in the car as her bus hadn't turned up and she was running late for her lecture.

I hadn't actually really spoken to her in a while, not a proper conversation, we just waved occasionally or passed the time of day as we met coming and going as neighbours do. I had, though, actually known her since she was a gangly, skinny, red haired, freckle faced seven year old kid when we moved in to the house next door to her parents. Then she was a little girl who used to hang around our house and chat incessantly to me as I worked in the garden. As the years passed that girl became a teenager and from around thirteen years of age Becky became a typical teenage girl, often morose and aloof. From then on we hadn't really engaged in much meaningful conversation. I was probably not cool enough to converse with an adolescent teenage girl. More than ten years after becoming her neighbour though the little girl had grown through that phase into a pretty, petite, recently turned eighteen year old young lady that a number of boys were chasing. I had seen her come and go from her house over the last couple of years with a number of young bucks, but none seemed to last long. This morning in the car she was sweet, charming and polite, over the sullen period having matured through those adolescent years, now again chatting away to me almost like the seven year old child used to, but now about adult topics. As I drove we talked about her college course, her ambitions and goals. I was amazed at how grown up and mature she had become, as it seemed only yesterday she came by with her Barbie dolls in hand and climbed in my apple tree.

Somehow we got to boyfriends, that fact that she didn’t have one currently, how she actually found immature guys mostly loud and annoying.

I was enjoying the conversation with my fresh young neighbour, but all too soon we arrived at her destination. She thanked me for the lift, and surprised me by leaning across and pecking me a little kiss on the cheek before getting out the car. Before closing the car door she leaned back in.

“By the way, you are coming to Dad’s BBQ on Saturday aren’t you?” she asked.

“Yes sweet heart, we wouldn’t miss it. See you then?” I replied.

“Definitely. Thanks again for the lift.”

Having dropped her off at the college gates I watched her go in. I thought to myself she really was very cute, with her red hair flowing and her lovely little figure. A twang of desire rippled through me and suddenly her dad’s BBQ party was holding more attraction if she was going to be home. I started to have a conversation with myself in my head such were the feelings she generated as firstly I scolded myself for being silly, Becky was so young and it wasn’t appropriate to have desires for a girl her age. But then there was no harm in looking either was there, even if there was no chance of touching. I pulled my head back in to work mode and headed off to see my client, realising she had affected me more than I was perhaps prepared to admit.

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The BBQ party was actually good fun. The weather, surprisingly for good old England in early June, stayed hot and sunny all day. I thought Tom, Becky’s Dad, was being a bit optimistic having a barbeque so early in the summer, but it was actually a masterstroke. On the run up to the mid summer solstice the evening was light up to 10pm so the party continued from late afternoon right through to dark. The food was plentiful and very good and everyone had brought stacks of booze, so most people were full and well oiled by mid evening. Jo and I were thoroughly enjoying ourselves as were all the guests gathered in Tom’s garden and patio, laughing, eating and drinking. If I say so myself, when I have had a couple of drinks I get my silly sense of humour out, and I just have the ability to make people laugh with daft jokes and stories. When sober I’m far more introverted, but with a bit of alcohol I can let loose and be a bit of a comedian. Tom is also quite a character so when the two of us are together we are a bit of a double act, and we seemed to be on good form this evening with people rolling around at our antics and stories. Jo just shakes her head at me in despair, but ends up laughing anyway.

Becky was there and instantly caught my attention when she first came down from her room, dressed in a tiny pair of pink shorts that emphasised her lovely little bottom, and a white vest like top that hugged her small breasts. With everyone else she was joining in the fun, laughing at her dad and me as we played up.

During mid evening sometime I went in to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to get another beer from the fridge. As I stood at the table that was laid out with the bottles of spirits to use a bottle opener, I felt an arm slip round my waist. I looked sideways at who it was and was pleasantly surprised to see Becky.

“Would you pour me a shot of vodka please Chris?” she asked, reaching for a coke bottle to top it up with.

“Are you old enough?” I teased her.

“You know I am, don’t be daft.” She pouted at me, sensitive that I might question her maturity even though she knew I was teasing. Her own image of maturity was important to her I realised. 

“OK, I believe you. Are you having a good time?”

“Yes, I’m glad you’re here though as you and dad have made me hurt from laughing with your antics. I’m not so sure with the rest of the people they invited that it would be so much fun if you were not here. You’re so funny sometimes.”

“Glad to be of service.” I replied, and then almost whispering confidentially to her I said “Some of them are a bit odd aren’t they. That boss of his, I think he’s gay. He’s so stiff he walks like he’s got a bit left in!” Becky nearly spilled her drink as she burst out laughing.

“That’s dreadful, you can’t say that!” But she was laughing fit to bust.

We wandered out together to the garden again and I headed for a couple of vacant chairs in the corner of the patio to have a sit down. Becky followed me and sat down too. We were just we two for the minute, the other guests sitting or standing around talking in groups.

“You didn’t bring a boyfriend then?” I asked her.

“No, no-one around that I fancy at the moment. I don’t know why but boys I know and meet of my age seem, I don’t know, pathetic I think is the best way to describe them. They just all seem to show off and think that will impress you enough to let them get in your knickers. It puts me right off frankly, they have no chance.” Then, to my utter amazement, she started to talk openly about sex and asked me about virginity.

"I had a long chat with my mum recently about boys,” she said “you know, about sex and stuff. Not for the first time, but I guess you know how my mum fusses. We have to have that conversation regularly, she wants to know what I’m doing and check I’m not getting into anything I can’t handle. I told her I really hadn’t been with a boy yet, I didn’t feel I was ready, plus I can’t stand their immaturity. It didn’t stop her from telling me to be careful, usual things, that if I did it to take precautions. Anyway I'm already on the pill to regulate my period so I'm ok just in case anything happens. And I certainly don’t want to end up like a few of my old school classmates, mothers before they are old enough to drink legally, that’s just plain stupid I think, don’t you? But she also worried me about losing my virginity, because she said it’s not what it is cracked up to be and can be a real anti climax. She told me she had been with an inexperienced boy when she lost hers and said it really hurt. I wondered if she was just trying to put me off or something, but a couple of my girlfriends who have spoken about their first time have said the same thing. Have you ever been with a virgin girl?"

I was a bit taken aback that Becky would talk so openly about sex and her virginity with me, possibly it was because she had had a few vodkas, but I thought what the hell, she was obviously seeking information and there was no point in being shy at my age.

"Well, it's not something I usually discuss but, actually, yes, many years ago."

"Did the girl like it?" she asked "or did she say it hurt?"

"Well, your mum is kind of right I suppose. The girl I did it with, she said it hurt a bit and she didn't really enjoy it as we were both too tense. It's one of those things really, that because both partners are usually so young and inexperienced, it has the potential to be a bad experience and not live up to expectation I guess. If I knew then what I know now, it would probably have been a lot better, as it's all about taking your time. Young lads are not good at that."

"That's what I thought. I don't want to have sex for the first time with an inexperienced boy my age. I want to do it with someone older who knows what they are doing."

"Oh right. I suppose that's one way of looking at it. Just be careful where you go with those thoughts though, you should equally consider a partner who cares for you as a person, not just have a casual sex encounter. You will probably find that as equally unrewarding in the end."

"Yeah, maybe you are right. Thanks for talking to me about it though, I hope you didn't mind. It's helped knowing what a man thinks."

"No of course I didn't mind, you're welcome, it's refreshing to know that you are thinking about it in such an adult way, many young girls don't these days. But like your mum says, just be careful. And remember there's no rush, OK? You’re so pretty you can pick and choose who you want; make them all wait until you’re sure you have the right one."

Becky smiled at me blushing. “That’s a lovely thing to say, thank you.”

I studied her lovely features and figure as she sat beside me. Whoever did get to take her to bed was going to be one very lucky man.

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Several days later I was home early and finishing up on some paperwork when the doorbell rang. Jo was still at work, so I went to open the door. On the doorstep was Becky.

"Hi," I said.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked.

"Sure, do you want to come in?" I replied. I wondered then if this was a follow up to our previous discussion as she didn't make a habit of wanting to talk to me, so it was with a bit of trepidation that I stood aside to let her in. I was right.

"I'm sorry, I realise I probably embarrassed you at the BBQ the other day, but I don't have anyone else I know who I think is as kind and considerate as you. I just feel I can talk to you. Do you mind?"

"No, I don't mind sweetheart, if it helps. Are you sure you can't talk to your parents?"

"No, not about this, especially not dad, he would freak."

"OK, fire away," I said. "Let's see what we can do."

We went into the lounge and Becky sat on the sofa, me in my armchair. She was looking at me kind of strangely, like she was making her mind up on something. I waited for her to start.

"Is it normal do you think for a girl to want sex," she asked finally.  "I mean really want sex? Just lately, I can't stop thinking about it, sex with a man I mean, I really want to do it."

I must admit I blushed a bit then, but I tried to answer her as honestly and matter of fact as I could. "Well, no, it isn't unusual. Most women have a sexual desire. Everyone is different, but usually women enjoy sex as much as men, though like I say, some people have a higher sex drive than others. You're not a freak or anything, if that's what you're worried about; you're just a healthy young woman at an age where her body is telling her she's ready."

"That's good. So to stop this feeling driving me mad I think I should just do it, don't you think?"

"Well, that goes back to our conversation at the BBQ. If it's with the right person, and you really feel you are ready, yes, why not." I was being honest with her, conscious that this probably wasn't the message she would get from her parents, but presumably that's why she was talking to me in the first place, and hey, she was eighteen after all.

"I do know the right person I think, the one who I want to be my first. I'm sure he cares for me and would be gentle with me."

"Like I said if you're sure, he will be a lucky boyfriend." I said.

"Oh, he's not a boyfriend. He's older, someone who listens, who cares. I have known him ages and trust him." She paused for a bit, and then said quietly "It's you."

I was dumbfounded. "I'm sorry; me? You want me to.... Are you asking me to make love to you?"

"Yes. Would you?" she asked in a matter of fact way.

"Oh Becky, you can't be serious. I am flattered, of course I am, but that really wouldn't be a good idea."

"Why not? I don't want a relationship or anything. No one has to know except you and me, I won't tell. I just want someone I trust to do it the first time and not hurt me. You said yourself you know what you would do now. I just want it to be a pleasant experience. Don't you want to?"

"Yes of course I want to. That's not the point is it? But I'm a married man old enough to be your dad. In fact your dad is younger than me!"

"That's irrelevant. In fact that's the point, I want a man your age and I really like you. Jo doesn't have to know, no one will find out from me. Please, just show me what it's like, make my first time memorable."

This was quite bizarre. A pretty young woman was offering herself to me, almost begging me to take her virginity, and I was looking for all the reasons not to. Becky stood up, moved over to me and slipped on to my lap, snuggling close to me.

"Becky, no, it's not right. I shouldn't......"

"It feels right to me. Don't say no, please don't say no. I need you."

She looked at me with her pretty face with smouldering blue eyes surrounded by her copper red hair, and I caved in. We kissed, her tongue finding mine, and I wrapped her up in my arms. I was sorely tempted to take her there and then, but I struggled to regain my senses and eventually broke away, stood us both up holding her away from me by the upper arms.

"OK," I said, controlling myself, "but not here and not now. We need somewhere else, I'm not doing it here in this house, it's too risky."

"I have keys to my friends flat. Her parents rent it for her for college but she's gone home for a couple of days. She lets me use it when she's not there, so we could go there, right now if you like."

"Alright, give me the address. But not right now, wait until tonight. You go and I'll meet you there at 8 o’clock."

"You will come won't you? You won't change your mind?"

I thought I would probably regret it, but I said "No, I promise, I'll be there."

 


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