The Other 18 Year Old Girl Next Door: Part 1

Roger llves at 21 Palmer Drive. Last year he met the new girl at number 19. This year he notices the girl at number 23.

Story:
Lucy and I stayed in touch throughout my first year at university and whilst I grappled with the basic principles of my chosen profession, she proved that she truly had the talent to master hers.

It was her first season as professional tennis player and she was already rising rapidly through the ranks.
As you'd expect her tournaments took her all over the country and even overseas so we weren't able to meet very often.
She never mentioned any other boyfriends, but it was obvious to me that if she was still relying on her old pre-match routine then she must be getting her crucial mouth full of cum from another source!

I don't think she really expected me remain faithful either, once I got to uni, but I'm afraid I still wasn't very confident around girls and, as I was studying civil engineering in the mid 1970's, I was hardly likely to meet many in my classes!

I didn't get very much action and I was hoping that I might be able to resume my relationship with Lucy when I went back home for the summer.
Unfortunately I was out of luck.
When I asked her parents whether they'd like me to mow their tennis court, as I had done last year, they told me Lucy wouldn't be home for two months.

"Ah well, c'est la vie."
I'd just have to make the best of it.
My mum kept dropping hints about decorating the spare bedroom, so that should keep me busy.

It was hot work though.
It was an unusually warm summer and it really wasn't the best time to be climbing ladders and peeling off old wallpaper.

There was one day when the weather was particularly oppressive.
Hot, humid and clammy.
The spare room became an absolute "sweat box" even with the all windows open, but of course, this was just the traditional prelude to the dramatic end of a British heatwave.

It was mid afternoon when the skies darkened, before a bright flash split the sky and the whole town shook under the almighty boom of a clap of thunder, that was instantly by a torrential downpour of rain.
It was the kind of weather that Noah must have seen as he boarded his ark.
I could hardly believe the sky could hold do much water!

There was a cacophony of noise as the storm continued to rumble through the sky and the oversized raindrops hammered away against every surface, but somewhere amidst all of nature's chaotic din, I thought I could hear another sound.
An urgent man-made sound.
It was a knocking sound and it wasn't the only sound.
There were cries for help too.

I went to the front door and had only opened it a few inches when I was barged over by a panicked, rain soaked figure.
It took me a moment to realise that it was a teenage girl who must have been caught in the rain.
She was soaked to the skin and I could almost see it - her lightweight floral summer dress was so sodden that it was virtually transparent and it clung to every contour of her shapely body.

She didn't give me time to enjoy the view.
"I need your bathroom!!" she panted.
I pointed the way.
She rushed upstairs, whilst I waited below.

"Do you have a big bath towel, I could use please." she shouted, sounding a little calmer.

I said I'd fetch one and knocked, discreetly on the bathroom door.
The girl opened it a little and reached out to accept the towel.
"Could you wait there for a second?"
She reached around the side of the door again and handed me her dress.
It was dripping wet.
"Do you think you could do something to dry that for me please?"
"And these too." she added, a little nervously as she passed me her white brassiere and panties.

"Oh, er yeah, of course. Will they be okay in the tumble dryer?" I asked as I nervously examined her flimsy undergarments.

She told me they would.
I offered to get her a drink and she asked for a hot chocolate.
It was hardly a usual summer time beverage - she must have been cold!

I still had no idea who she was, but she was clearly a "damsel in distress" so I felt obliged to do my best to be her "prince charming."
I made up a tray with hot chocolate and an assortment of our best biscuits and headed towards the stairs.
But my "damsel" wasn't upstairs at all. She was in the living room, sitting on the sofa, wrapped in nothing more than the big bath towel, grasping it tightly, trying to make herself comfortable and protect her modesty.

Now, I suppose a proper "prince charming" would have offered the young maiden some clothes to wear but, frankly, the thought never even occurred to me!
I wasn't completely useless though and I went to fetch a hair dryer and brush.
Her brunette locks were still plastered to her scalp.

I offered her the hairdryer, but she asked me to use it, as she didn't think she had enough hands to fix her hair and hold her towel in place.
So, naturally, I played hairdresser and, like most hairdressers, I chatted as I went about my work.

I discovered that her name was Francesca, but most people called her Fran.
She lived next door, but she'd somehow managed to lock herself out and got caught in the storm.

I thought it was odd that I hadn't met her before and I thought that her family must have moved in quite recently, but apparently she'd lived next door since the age of two. I guessed I'd just been too busy playing sports with my childhood friend Tony to notice a little girl, but Fran suggested another reason.

"My parents didn't let me out much. They always home schooled me, so l never really made any friends of my own age." she explained.

"That's a pity." I felt quite sorry for her. "That must have been hard."

"No not really," she assured me cheerfully. "I was used to it, so l never felt like I was missing out and the schooling went well. I'm just waiting for my 'A' Level results"

"Oh, I remember that feeling." I told her, "I was really nervous, but they went okay and I got my first choice - civil engineering at East Anglia."

"Oh well done."
She blushed a little, "I've already been excepted by Cambridge (one of the UK's finest institutions) to read Art & History."

"That's brilliant," I didn't know what else to say. "That's close to East Anglia - we'll be neighbours!"
I wished I hadn't said that!
She was a certified brain-box and I was wittering on like a fool. I was still crap at small talk with girls.

I held my tongue while I finished with her hair.
"All done!" I told her, as I turned the dryer off.

"Thanks that's much better, the hot air's really warmed me up."

"Perhaps I should try it on your arms then?" They were covered in goose pimples. l gave them a blast of hot air.
It made her laugh.
It was kind of cute, so I carried on, blowdrying her shoulders, her feet, her legs and anywhere else that wasn't covered by her towel.
I even aimed blast up under the towel, getting her between her thighs.

She jumped and said it tickled, continuing to giggle in that lovely way that teenage girls do.
And I started to notice how lovely the near naked girl sitting in my lounge really was.
Admittedly, she wasn't as athletic as Lucy so her legs were quite so svelte, but they were smooth and firm and I was sure that there was a perfect naked young pussy hiding itself away just beneath her towel.
And I could certainly tell that the towel was also concealing a very fullsome set of boobs that were definitely bigger than Lucy's.
I tried to picture them in my mind's eye.

It was a beautiful thought, but Francesca brought me sharply back to earth.
"It's no use staring at my breasts. I'll be going home as soon as Mother gets back
I won't be having sex with you!"

"What?!
Of course not!
I never thought you would..."

"There's no point denying it - I can tell by shorts.
All your blood has rushed into your penis.
It's fully engorged and it's ready to penetrate me.
Well I have to tell you, I'm just not that kind of girl!"

She started to stand but I stopped her gently.

"Please don't go - it's still throwing it down with rain out there.
I don't have to have sex every time I get an erection, you know?
I mean, you don't have to eat every time your tummy rumbles, do you?"

"It just happens to boys.
Okay?
You don't need to be afraid.
It doesn't mean I'm going to do anything to you.

"Really?
It just happens?
Well I've never seen it happen before."

"Look, it's perfectly natural."
I couldn't believe that I was going to have to explain this - whatever her mum & dad been teaching her?
"I'm a young guy and you are a young woman.
I'm standing very close to you and you're... well you're not wearing many clothes, and, you know, well, you're very attractive.
I can't help but notice and I can't help how my body reacts."
I paused before adding.
"I'm sorry I was staring."

"So you're not going to penetrate me then?"
I'd never heard it called that before.
I shook my head, trying not to laugh.

"Good.
Apology accepted.
You really think I'm pretty then?"

"Definitely.
You've just seen the evidence."
I motioned towards my crotch.

She giggled, "I suppose I have. I'm sorry for staring too, it's just that I haven't met many boys before."

"There'll be plenty of them at Cambridge," I cautioned.
"I don't want to frighten you, but, with your looks, you're bound to get plenty of attention."

"Oh..."
She sat quietly for a while.
"I've never really been with a boy."
I'd guessed that!
"I suppose I'm a bit scared of them really, you know... in that way."

I gave her a hug.
"There are lots of boys who are a bit scared of girls too," I tried to reassure her. "You'd be surprised."

"Yes but," she sighed, "I've never told anybody this before, but I don't even know what a man looks like - not really.... I mean I've seen plenty of nudes in classical pictures and sculptures, so I have seen a few penises, but they're mostly on baby cherubs and some of those are covered by fig leaves!

I did see one in a medical text book once, but that's all and it wasn't... what did you call it? Erect?"

"Oh..."
I sat quietly for a while.
"Are you saying...?
Are you trying to ask me to... ?"

"Yes.
Please."
She blurted it out.
"Would you let me see your penis... just for minute... please.
It would really help me out and I promise I won't try to touch it..."

She lost her nerve.
"No, no... I'm sorry I should never have asked.
Please forgive me.
Forget I ever said anything."

She made to leave again, but stopped in her tracks as I unzipped my shorts.
She watched, wide eyed and dumb struck as I allowed them to fall to the floor and stepped out of them.

I felt rather foolish, standing there in no more than my boring black underpants.
I wasn't used to posing and I knew I didn't have the best body, but Fran was looking at me as though I was an Adonis.

There was no turning back now.
I took hold of the waistband and pulled off my underwear without any fuss and allowing her to stare as much as she wanted.

She looked closely.
"Wow.
It's bigger than I expected." she exclaimed, as though she was in awe of my manhood.
It was a real boost to my ego, until I remembered that she had only seen cherubs before.

"So that's what an erect penis looks like?"

"That's right but most people call it a dick - not a penis."

"Thanks.
So that's a "big hard dick" then?
Is that what it looks like when it's ready for sex?"

"Yes, but we don't have to..."

"I know. It's okay, I'm just wondering how I'll ever get one of those inside me."

"Don't worry. You're fanny will stretch when the time comes."

"My fanny?"

I chuckled, "That's what people call a vagina."

"I thought that might be it.
Well whatever you call it, it's going to have to stretch a lot!"

"Don't worry about it. You'll be fine."

"Okay.
Erm... I know I said I wouldn't but, er... could I.... could I touch it? Just a little bit."

I smiled and took her hand, letting her explore my length for a moment, becoming accustomed to its heat, its smooth texture, it's hard core, the movement of its sheath, the feel of its head and the stickiness of the precum at its tip.
I introduced her to my balls too, but made sure she was extra careful with those.

"Do you want to wank me?" I asked.
It was probably rude of me to bring it up but the girl had said she wanted to learn.

"What's that?"
I wasn't surprised that she didn't know.

"Masturbation.
It's how a man likes to be touched.
It isn't sex but it feels almost as good."

"I suppose so, but only if you don't mind."

Of course I didn't mind.
I taught her how to wrap her fingers around my shaft, gripping it firmly but not too tight.
My dick rewarded her by swelling within her grasp.
Then I told her how to rub me.
Working her hand up and down.
Finding her rhythm.
Running her fingers over the head to gather more precum.

She was a quick learner and she responded to my encouragement, stroking and squeezing enthusiastically, clearly enjoying her work and eager to please her man.

She noticed the effect she was having on me as my breathing deepened and muscles began to tighten.

"Oh Fran, that's really good.
It's perfect.
I love it but if you don't stop now you'll make me cum... I mean ejaculate!" I added urgently, as she didn't seem to understand common slang.

"I'd like to see but... you, you won't do it inside me will you?".

"No, of course not... Just point my dick at your towel."

She shifted our positions and began to wank me more quickly, instinctively sensing that I was nearing my peak.

It was marvellous.
I couldn't contain myself any longer.
My hips rose.
My toes curled.
And my loins spasmed as my body surrendered to the sensual magic of her gentle but insistent fingers.
My cum shot from my cock in thick, gloopy, wild volleys and my manly seed slashed sticky stripes across the towel.

I let out a cry of ecstasy and Francesca squealed in excitement and delight.
She continued to stroke me, hoping for an encore but I stilled her hand and she once again, wondered at the mysteries of my dick and it reverted to its flaccid state.

"That was amazing!
Thank you for letting me do it."

It was funny to think that she was the one that was thanking me!
"That's okay."

"Is that what what a "dick" does when it's inside a "fanny?"

"That's right. Did you like it?"

"Yes," she grinned.
"It was really good.
Exciting and a bit naughty, but it felt like I was in charge - taking control of you.
Does that make me sound bad."

"Not at all," I smiled "you were great. Did it make you feel nice too?"

She looked away, shyly.
"Well... yes. You know... inside."

"Did it make you wet?" I smiled, getting straight to the point.

She slapped me, laughing, "Don't be rude! That's none of your business!"
(I took that as a "yes").

"Well just so you know, all boys love it so if you don't want to have sex with a lad, but you do want to keep him happy, then you can do that for him instead.
He won't be sorry."

"I'll bear that in mind," she assured me.

Anyway, that seemed to be that so I began to put my clothes back on.

"Roger?" Francesca's question stopped me.
"You've just let me see your dick.
So does that mean I have to let you see my body now?"
She asked in a playful tone that I hadn't heard before. Maybe she was "up for it".

"Well the police won't arrest you if you don't, so l wouldn't say you "have to", but it is the usual convention, so I suppose it would be good manners."

"I thought you'd say that."
She smiled thoughtfully, teasingly.
"I caught you staring at my tits earlier, didn't I?"
I was surprised she said "tits" - she'd called them breasts before. I must be having a bad influence on her.
"Well maybe it would be good manners if I let you see them."

She reached up to untie the towel from her torso.
I held my breath, hardly able to believe what was about to happen.

Then she froze.

She wasn't "prick teasing".
She'd heard something outside.
It was her mother's car on their gravel drive.
She was home and the curtains to our front window were wide open!

Francesca jumped up and scampered away in case her mother spotted her.
"I'm sorry.
I'll have to go.
Are my clothes dry."

They weren't quite.
They were still a little damp but she put them on in the kitchen whilst I waited outside.

It was an awkward parting.
Neither of us knew what to say.

"Thanks for letting me come in out of the rain."

"No problem."

"And thanks for... you know.... helping me learn about boys."

"My pleasure, any time."

"Oh, I'm not sure about that....see you soon though."

I nodded and smiled, opening the door.
She looked back over her shoulder as there was something she has just remembered.
"And thank you for the blow job too."

"What!"

"You know that thing you did with the hair dryer when you dried my legs."

I shook my head.
"I'm glad you liked it, but that it wasn't a blow job, Fran."

"Oh sorry I can't get the hang of all this slang.
You'll have to explain it to me sometime."

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I'd had a very pleasant afternoon with Fran, but I expected that it was just going to be one-off.

A random liaison between two people, thrown together by a storm.

A saucy little interlude in an otherwise sexless summer.

I still couldn't get my pretty young neighbour out of my mind, though and she was much at the centre of all my fantasies.

It was a few days later when I saw her again.

I was still decorating the spare bedroom and I was taking down the curtains when I spotted her.
She was in her back garden.
Laying back on a deckchair..
Sunbathing.
Wearing nothing but her sunglasses and a lovely bright yellow bikini.

She looked even better than she had in towel.
The top cradled her boobs beautifully, displaying a deep and delightful cleavage.

Her midriff was laid bare revealing her flat stomach and slim waist to my gaze for the first time.

And the bottoms were cut high enough to accentuate her long legs, whilst the V of fabric that covered her mound only served to draw my eye down to her sex.

I opened the window and gave her a wave.
She adjusted her sunglasses, squinted a little, then smiled and waved back.

She sat up and looked about her before putting a finger to her lips, signalling me to stay quiet - I could soon see why.

She took the left strap of her top and lowered it seductively from her shoulder.
Then she repeated the action with the right.
Her top was still on, but it barely covered breasts.
She folded her hands across her chest and teased me, but only for a moment.

She dropped her hands, removing her top and letting me see her tits in all their glory for first time.
I was much too far away to see them properly but I instantly knew that I loved them and when Fran started to jiggle them, squeeze them and even tried to lick them for my entertainment, I knew that Ioved her too.

Maybe this wasn't going to be such a sexless summer after all.

I'll tell you more in Part 2