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ohowtheyhurt
The Girl Next Door
I had moved next door to Laura three years ago when I was fifteen and full raging hormones and had more fantasy than knowledge about the opposite sex. For me it was a dream come true, Laura, was a perky but real girl my age who I felt comfortable being around and had no problem having a conversation with. At fifteen, that is no easy accomplishment. Better yet, Laura had a curved slightly less than athletic build that only made me fantasy more about how much softer and squeezable the female form was than my own. Her ass was round and firm, and when she wanted, with a sway of her hips, she could own every male eye in the room, and a female or two as well. She was a hair shorter than me which meant she easily caught me when my gaze sunk below her neckline to the two full goblet sized breasts hidden beneath the colorful tee-shirts she liked to wear. She would slap me across the arm or chest but never got too insulted though I never ogled her or gave her reason to feel uncomfortable. Once she lifted her knee halfway up between my legs and commented I was lucky that "that" had gotten my attention. It certainly had, for that was the moment I realized that Laura was aware that "I" was a "guy" and had guy parts, a cock that was almost always hard and balls in a constant state of production. The very thought of her considering my parts and picturing in her mind the effect her knee would have on my exuberant balls only made me notice her and want her more. Unfortunately, this only led to three years of lustful torment and intense periods of frenzied masturbation that left only my nuts and the tissue boxes temporarily empty. Laura, being of the often more perceptive female sex, had to have sensed my desires. She seemed to have an uncanny understanding of me and guys in general. With this knowledge she would point out, in a more superior than teasing way, the fact that I'd tried to look up that girls skirt or the way I'd be taken completely away by the rythmic bouncing of another girls boobs. Once again, making me hot as I considered she was thinking about what was going on in my pants, and what an aroused state I was in. It was this uncomfortable, "full", achy, state that I think she actually was curious about, "how long I could last?", "what would I be willing to do for relief?", "could it get any worse?" She being the practical cute girl next door with the perky perfectly cuppable breast, and the invitingly curved bottom, must have decided she could find out the answers to these "advanced boy" questions and, short of moving, there was little I could do about it except take part in her girlish experiment. She already let it be known she knew about "balls" and therefore understood the full effect and firm hold she had on mine.........
It was the middle of August when Laura decided to take our relationship or her research to the next level. The temperature was way too hot and muggy to do anything outside and we being two teenagers were completely bored this late in the summer. With little money and no drivers licenses, Laura and I sought refuge in the comfortable air conditioning of my room playing of all things, "Scrabble". We of course never told anyone we did such nerdy things together and my house was ideal because both my parents worked till around 5 in the afternoon. Her parents were gone a lot too but since her father traveled frequently and could arrive home at odd times then required a "quiet nap", my room was the better option. Laura was winning as usual, another thing I didn't go around talking about, and she just laid her tiles out to form a word which was worth some good points but I'd never heard of...
"There is no way that is a word?" I announced not wishing to be beaten any worse than I already was.
"QUIM. It is too, I learned it in health class and it gets rid of my "Q" on a double word score. Points for me.." Laura replied with an assured smile.
"I had health class too and don't remember any quim so I'm gonna challenge, get the dictionary." I insisted. It was a weird enough word that I would have remembered.
"You probably won’t find it in the dictionary, it’s a slang term.” Laura replied with just a hint of awkwardness, there was something about the expression her face, pouty, and I could swear her skin blushed.
“Now I know I’ve never heard it (I’ve a very good memory for slang health terms, cock, rod, tits, cunt, pussy, boobs), a slang term for WHAT?” The points meant nothing now, I wanted education!
She glanced down at herself, “You know..”
I glanced down as well and noticed her nipples were erected and ever so slightly poking against the material of her navy blue Nike shirt. It was just a regular tee-shirt but those hardened nubs beneath it gave me a hard-on to die for. I rolled back and forth on it like it was a small log quite glad I was laying on my stomach though standing was an impossibility…
“For nipples?” I whispered to her in confusion for no particular reason, we were the only ones in the house…Wouldn’t it be “quims” then??
“No dorko.” Laura replied in exasperation then self-consciously realized why I came to that answer and slouched inward while folding her arms across her chest. “It’s slang for vagina. We learned it while they were talking about girls & STD’s and safe sex. You got the guy version.” Her blush had returned and her lips were pursed in that slight knowing smile she always taunted me with…
“Yeah, I’ll have to teach you a couple of new ones when I get the right tiles..”, I quipped back not sure where to go with the conversation and deciding to stick to my strengths, mild sarcasm…
“Please, you didn’t know quim, I already know what they taught you.” Laura’s green grey eyes sparkled and her blush was replaced by a devilish smirk of pride. She had even dropped her arms as she reclined back against the pine footboard of my bed. Her nipples weren’t out but her boobs were always inviting to glance at.
“Oh really, then tell me O Wise and Beautiful Laura what did they teach me?” I teased comfortably not recognizing that was the first time I’d called her beautiful to her face…
“Wear a condom. Everyone jerks off. You’ll get wet dreams and blueballs, just walk it off.” She replied in her deepest gruffest voice, a very bad imitation of any football coach….
I laughed hardily and was happy for the comedic relief but my hard-on wanted more and at my age hormones ruled…”What else do you know?” I asked plainly with a unmistakable sexual curiosity in my voice.
“Now we’re playing a different game.” Laura smoothly answered back while squirming onto her belly and resting on her elbows. The Nike-tee wasn’t low cut but looking past her head I could see the awesome pert roundness of her ass as it filled out her grey cotton shorts. They were not baggy…
“Really?” I inquired playfully, “What game would that be?”
“Truth or dare, though we’re not even starting till we make the ground rules”
I felt like a cup of ice water was dumped on my crotch. Rules, rules meant this was gonna get real boring, real fast. She’d be asking me who my first love was or about my first kiss, and the dares were bound to be lame…However, it was a hot August afternoon and I had no place else to go and nothing better to do then smile weakly and comply. “What are the rules.”
“No sex. No getting naked. No licking and either one of us can end the game at any time though they lose.” Laura replied instantly and firmly. The nuns would’ve been proud.
I had already lost at the first two rules but was still amazed at the straight forward pre-thought response she’d just given. Was there a book of rules girls memorized pertaining to sexual conduct and party games. There was no doubt I was the newbie here..
“Fine by me.” My mouth replied while my dick twinged in protest, “But me first. Truth or dare?”
Laura silently paused looked back at me while considering her options. “Truth.”
Always the good girl, I thought, wondering what dare I would have liked the given her that of course would never have been done. “My original question stands, what else do you know? Tell me something dirty”, I put mock emphasis on the word DIRTY.
She thought a moment before her eyes lit up and a playful smile covered her face, “I know your dick got really hard and your balls got bigger when you were staring at my nipples before.”
Her eyes studied every inch of my face as it was my turn to blush hot red but she didn’t push it any further and I couldn’t deny it, after all it was truth. She let me hang in the fire of my own embarrassment before matter-oh-factly asking “Truth or Dare?”
I considered saying truth but having just been completely taken down by her ability to twist a question, I’ll admit, I was afraid. “Dare.” I replied figuring it would be something lame like putting on one of her bras. Though seeing her bras might not be bad….
“I dare your to play the rest of the game sitting up straight with your knees bent and your legs spread.” Laura sparkling eyes now burned fiery as she put out what she wanted to see plain and simple. “If you don’t you lose.” She taunted playfully knowing my blue gym shorts were currently all erection.
Part of me wanted to do it because of just ordinary guyish pride, not wanting to lose to a girl so easily BUT part of me wanted to see her reaction when I sat there in full arousal and see what she would do next. I sat up and in one swift motion, bent my knees up and SPREAD-EM.
Her fiery green eyes honed in on my crotch and she was silent for a moment before she burst out laughing….
Talk about a boner-killer. My mouth dropped open, amongst other things dropping, and I had a million questions but could only stammer “WHHaa What?”
“I I I’M sorry.” Laura managed between breathes and laughter, “It’s so big and out there.” She suffers through only a minor fit of giggles, “How do you walk with that big stiff thing like that?” She wipes a hilarity tear from her eye and holds her stomach…”I’m sorry,, I’ll be good. Your turn.”
I could still feel her stare occasionally at the outline of my erection but now I didn’t understand if it was in lust or laughter. I decided to abandon finding the answer, “Truth or dare?”
“Dare, your a good sport. I’ll even get up to get you a soda if you want..Since you can’t.” Laura lapses into another brief giggle laugh fit before looking at me in the eyes sheepishly and keeping them there.
My face burned, and I felt my anger level rise. Game or not, I didn’t like being laughed at and wanted revenge. I thought hard and like all great evil plans, it was genius in its simplicity. “I dare you to let me tickle you, no fighting back for 30 seconds.”
Laura’s face froze like deer in the headlights. Being tickled was torture, especially since she was without a doubt ticklish. With a slight look of fear she asked “Where?”
“That deary, is up to me to decide, toes, belly, behind your knee. I decide, you just have to survive it.” I smelled blood, there was no way she was going to say yes. I would be victorious! Hail CAESAR!
“Alright, but let me go pee.” Laura’s reply was simple, girlie, and took me by complete surprise as she got up from the carpet of my room and went to the bathroom.
Laura came back with her dark blue shirt pulled out from her shorts and unfortunately covered her crotch and behind. She calmly pushed the scrabble board aside and laid down on her stomach on my carpet. “If you make me pee I’ll kick you in the nuts.” Was her tried and true warning before I started.
I paused for a bit, partially to build her anxiety but mostly to admire the view. Laura’s soft brown hair rested against her supple shoulders which ran down and curved pleasantly outward to form the two delicious half moons of her butt. Then they tapered down to a pair of powerful yet wonderfully feminine thighs that I so badly wanted to slide my hand up. That would have lost me my nuts…. The her calves, which were nice but I’m no calf man, and finally two small dainty feet whose ruby polished toenails were curled up in anticipation…..
Anticipation is such a wonderful word, it creates such a need to push just a little further, a little deeper, cause it is getting so much hotter…and hopefully wetter..OH how I would love to finish but that would end the exquisite achy feeling I have and I want it to last just a little longer…….Laura would agree….
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