Small Town

Small Town

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

May Cambridge, 16, has lived in a small town her entire life. Up until now, nothing in her tiny town ha ever interested her. Enter Max Bullock, a mysterious just-turned adult who moves into the small house across the street from May. When they meet, there's an undeniable connection. And Max gets everything he wants.

Summary

May Cambridge, 16, has lived in a small town her entire life. Up until now, nothing in her tiny town ha ever interested her. Enter Max Bullock, a mysterious just-turned adult who moves into the small house across the street from May. When they meet, there's an undeniable connection. And Max gets everything he wants.

Prolog (v.1) - Prologue: Never Before

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: June 19, 2016

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The boy across the street. I’d only ever seen him once, and I’d never met him. Not at all. My mom, she loved baking cookies and such for new neighbors, but we never got many new people in this small town, much less in the neighborhood. 

But, nonetheless, there was a boy across the street, living all by himself. And my mom was telling me to change into something a little more appropriate so that I could bring him whatever pastry she baked him that morning. 

I stared at my closet. It was filled to the brim with light denim and flowery t-shirts. It was like my daily uniform. I grabbed a pair of high waisted jeans and a sheer crop top with daisies patterned all over it. I left my hair and makeup the same. I wasn’t going to look nice for some boy who was definitely way older than me, since he was living by himself.

I exited my room and bumped into my mom, who was bustling about with an unbuttoned blouse on, her apron tied around her waist. She shoved a platter of cookies into my arms and shoved me out the door, no words exchanged between us. My mother was a very busy woman, and I knew why.

She catered to all men and women, giving them their fantasy-most of them highly sexual. I had learned to let myself into the house silently and go by unnoticed, especially if they were on the couch or in the kitchen. My mom cleaned up the place well, but there was always the overlying scent of sex that lingered in out house. I would know. It lingered in my room, too. I would find my panties missing sometimes, and I’d never get them back. I always felt uncomfortable in my own house. I never liked the work my mom did.

I approached the boy’s door, cookie tray in hand, and rang the doorbell. I stood outside for what seemed like five minutes before I heard boxes being shoved around. The door swung open, and a boy, much taller than me, stood in the doorway. He smirked.

His hair was a sandy blonde, and his eyes were green and blue all at the same time. I smiled back at him.

“Welcome to the neighborhood” I sighed, extending the tray of cookies towards him. He took them and thanked me.

“Would you like to come in?” he asked. I glanced back at my house. The curtains weren’t drawn, and I could see the vague outline of my mother’s false breasts. I turned back to the boy.

“Sure” I said, and he ushered me in. His house smelled familiar, almost like mine. There were boxes labeled with odd sayings, but I knew it wasn’t my place to ask. 

The boy gestured for me to have a seat on a hard, plastic, clear chair. I did, and he sat on a chair across from me.

“What’s your name?” he asked. I smiled.

“May Cambridge. How about you?” I asked.

“Max” he told me. No last name. I didn’t ask for one. I’d check the name on his mailbox later, when he got adjusted to the town. 

“What brings you here, Max?” I asked. He looked at the tall stack of boxes, then back at me.

“My grandparents used to live in this town. I only heard great things from them, and it’s plenty cheap for me” he explained.

“Oh. How old are you?” I asked. 

“Eighteen. What about you?” he asked. I paused. He was only eighteen? But god, he was so attractive! Maybe if I just told a lie-

“I’ll be eighteen in a few weeks” I lied. It came pretty naturally. Even though I was only sixteen, and a virgin at that, maybe he’d kiss me once. Or twice.

“That’s great. Where do you want to go to college?” he asked. I shrugged.

“I’m going to, um,” I stopped. What had my eldest sister done again? “I’m planning on taking a gap year as soon as I’m done with being a senior. I’m going to figure out what I want to major in” I lied, again. 

“That’s great. My parents both took gap years. I just don’t plan on going to college, honestly. So much out there that I want to do, and I don’t need expensive school or a job in the way. You know?” he asked. I didn’t know, but I nodded anyways.

“Well, I better get going” I said. His house made me… a bit uncomfortable, to say the least. Max nodded, and smiled as I stood.

“Well, it was wonderful meeting you, May. Stay beautiful” he muttered the last part as I left his house. I flushed. That meeting, the way he had eyed me, had made my clit throb. I snuck into the house and made my way towards the back room where my mom kept her overflow supplies. I grabbed what looked like a dildo and a vibrator and snuck back to my room.

I locked the door and took a deep breath, Max’s face still on my mind.


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