The Neighbor

NOVEMBER 1999, SOPHOMORE YEAR

"Wow, Nova! You've really been packing on muscle, haven't you?"

"I guess so, Miss McNeil." I shrugged as I paused in front of my neighbor's house. Even after a long morning of sparring, my parents decided that I should go help our neighbor with some housework. We had recently moved to Orange County, California from New York City during the end of the summer, and under the guise of "getting to know our neighbor better", my parents had forced me to come here.

"I just saw you a week ago," she marveled, her gaze falling onto my body, "Have you grown another inch?"

"Looks like it," I answered as I stretched my arms that were still sore from yesterday's workout. I had grown an extra inch to reach 6'3" in the past week. I had always towered above Miss McNeil, and our height difference had only increased further to a good nine inches.

Miss McNeil stared at me in amazement with her pale green eyes practically glowing under the sunlight, contrasting her dark brown hair which was pulled back in a loose bun. I tried my best to keep my gaze off her long legs clad in some very short shorts. Her tight, white, V-necked baby-T hugged her curves and showed off her bountiful cleavage and beautiful skin.

Ever since my growth spurt begun, my hormones had been in overdrive. Before, I was certainly attracted to beautiful women, but now that attraction had been amplified multiple times over by my newfound lust. It seemed like I was constantly thinking about sex, and even training and woking out could only suppress my raging hormones for a short period of time. Fortunately for me, Miss McNeil was so distracted looking at me, she didn't notice me ogling her tits.

Forcing my gaze to her face, I hefted the tool box in my hand and explained, "My parents told me to stop by here. They said you needed help with something?"

She broke from her reverie and blinked a few times, still staring intently at me. Her pale skin turned a rosy pink as she blushed and gave me a welcoming smile. "Right, right. my backyard's a pretty big mess from the storm last night. 

Observing her front yard, I realized that she was right. The railing of the porch had been damaged and many fallen tree branches covered the lawn.

"Sorry," she leaned forward, apologizing with her eyes. "I can't do anything anymore without a man in the house. Collin used to-" her voice died out as she winced slightly at the mention of her husband's name. 

Seeing the pain in her sad eyes, I nodded sympathetically. I had learned that Miss McNeil's husband had died in a car accident three years earlier. She was only twenty-five then.

"Alright, no problem. I'll drive out and pick up what's needed. Should be back in half an hour." I assured her, turning away to walk towards my car.

"Really? Drive?" Miss McNeil looked surprised.

"Yeah, I turned sixteen a few days ago." Grinning, I pulled my car keys out of my pocket and spun them in the air. I had managed to buy an old Mustang with the prize money I won from some pretty big boxing tournaments. It was a different feeling; having my own set of wheels that I bought with my own money.

"Well, happy belated birthday, Nova."

"Thanks."

"Bring back a receipt," Miss McNeil reminded me as she crossed her arms over her chest, inadvertently lifting and pressing her breasts together.

"Sure thing, see you later" I told her tits.

An hour later, the sun was still shining bright in the sky. Today was one of those hot and sunny days in Southern California. Back in New York, we would have already been wearing hoodies and jackets by this time of the year. With sweat dripping off my body, I finally decided to take off my shirt, exposing my ripped body, built from years of hard work.

Getting back to work, I continued cutting strewn tree branches to fit in the trash bin. As my muscles bulged while trying to break a particularly thick tree branch, I felt a slight pain on my right shoulder. 

"Shit," I grumbled. It seemed that I had reopened a cut I had gotten during a previous sparring session.

"Hey, Nova. Looking good!"

A familiar, feminine voice sounded from behind me. Turning my head, I saw Adrienne Dennis standing on the sidewalk, grinning at me.

"Hey, Adrienne."

"Showing off a body like that... Anyone would think you're trying to seduce Miss McNeil." Adrienne said, giggling, as she let her eyes trail down my muscular chest and defined abs. A slight pink blush appeared on her face before she forced her gaze back up to my face, which only caused her blush to deepen. 

"Come to think of it, this is the first time I've seen you without a shirt on." Adrienne grinned flirtatiously as she approached me. As she got closer, her gaze seemed to have caught the pretty large cut on my shoulder. 

"Is your arm okay?" she asked worriedly.

"It's fine. I'm used to it," I shrugged. As a matter of fact, I wasn't trying to impress Adrienne but was actually being honest. I had gotten broken bones, concussions, and cuts and bruises many times while sparring and training in MMA. Adrienne, not knowing this, delicately grabbed my arm.

"Here, let me get this disinfected for you." The gorgeous blonde said while pulling out a disinfectant wipe from a first aid kit in her purse. Getting a little closer than necessary, she started disinfecting my wound. I struggled to resist the sensation in my crotch, but the occasional feeling of her golden blonde hair and soft arm brushing against my bare torso wasn't helping. 

"There, all done," Adrienne said, holding onto my arm a little longer than necessary. "Sorry I don't have any bandages."

"Thanks," I replied with a grateful smile.

"Any time. Well, I'll see you at school, Nova." Adrienne flashed me a seductive smile before turning around to walk back to her house. Watching her tight ass sway beneath her short skirt as she walked across the street, I let out a sigh of relief. I had barely managed to suppress the boner in my pants.

Adrienne Dennis was one of the hottest, most popular girls at school. She was a sophomore, like me, but she'd developed pretty early, reaching 5'10", and already had a D-cup at only fifteen. Along with a stunningly gorgeous face, and a cheery blonde demeanor, Adrienne naturally fell with the cool cliques. 

We had first met when my family was moving into our new house. We had a pretty quick conversation about Orange County and New York. When the school year started, we hanged out quite a bit in the classes we shared together. After all, she was one of the few people I knew at my new school. She seemed to really like flirting and teasing me. The subtle, intimate rub and flirtatious comments became common occurrences.

Adrienne also had a LOT of sex. Rumor had it that she was kind of a slut, dating seven different guys in her freshman year. She even had the legendary nickname "All-Day Adrienne" from her initials A.D., referring to her ability to have sex for hours and hours on end. She certainly had plenty of unsupervised time. Her mom had died a few years ago, and her dad was a workaholic who was never home. 

"She's right you know."

Turning around, I saw Miss McNeil standing on her porch with a teasing smirk on her face and a glass of lemonade in her hands.

Miss McNeil let out a light laugh. "I might really be seduced with how ridiculously good-looking you are. You're unfairly blessed."

"Thanks," I blushed slightly, rubbing my head.

"And... oh!" Her tone jumped as her eyes caught the cut on my arm, "Are you hurt?" She came up to me and gently grabbed my arm, inspecting the recently disinfected cut.

"It's nothing," I stated honestly, but once again my words weren't believed.

"Nothing? We have to get this patched up before you get an infection. Let's get you inside."

"It's really fine, Adrienne already-" I started, but I was quickly shut up when she tugged on my arm, pulling me towards the house.

A few minutes later, I was seated on the toilet with my arm in the sink. Miss McNeil had insisted that disinfectant wipes weren't enough. She had just finished washing my wound with soap and water. I had tried to treat myself, but she was adamant about washing it for me. I didn't mind letting her do her thing, after all, having her soft hands touching my skin felt pretty good.

Her touch, caused me to grimace, not from the pain but from the struggle of suppressing the building feeling in my pants. Her slightly transparent shirt from the occasional splashes of water left a lot for imagination, clinging to the curves of her tits and revealing her lace pattern bra. 

Oblivious to my gaze, Miss McNeil leaned forward on her stool to apply some Neosporin ointment, I caught a PERFECT view of her soft, creamy breasts down the front of her shirt, stirring my crotch further.

"There!" The stunning 28-year-old brunette finished up and capped up the Neosporin. "All better!"

My eyes finally moved up from her alluring cleavage to her cool green eyes. Noticing the bright red flush that appeared on her face, I followed her gaze down to my lap, where my cock was threatening to rip open my shorts.

'Shit' 

"Oh, my," She gasped and held a hand over her mouth, her face a shade of crimson red.

I blushed, my face turning a similar shade of red. Biting my lip, I tried to suppress the tent in my pants to no avail.

Still in shock, Miss McNeil tilted her head from side to side as she continued to stare at my bulge. "Is that... because of me?" She asked in obvious disbelief with a slight hint of what seemed to be hope.

"Well," I nudged my head towards her chest. "You're kinda giving me quite the view," 

'Shit, what the fuck am I saying?'

Miss McNeil gasped, looking down at the cleavage view she was giving me. As she processed my words, something in her green eyes flashed when she looked back at me.

What I did next was something completely out of instinct. Perhaps it was because of her gaze falling to my lips, or how she slightly leaned forward during the silence. Whatever the reason was, I disregarded any conflicting thoughts. Cupping one hand on the back of her head and wrapping my other arm around her neck, I pulled her in towards me.

Now, I had never had sex before, but I was a pretty good kisser. So after realizing that she wasn't resisting, I pressed my lips against her and shoved my tongue down her throat. Our tongues intertwined in a passionate battle as I pushed her against the bathroom wall. Crushing her with my massive frame, I devoured her mouth with even more fervor. Kissing her just felt so damn good. She whimpered in pleasure and clutched my back tightly as our passionate and aggressive exchange continued. I felt her go weak in my arms as she continued to let out constant moans inside my mouth. 

Realizing that she was finally out of breath, I pulled my head away. She was panting hard as her eyes looked wildly at me. Both of us stared hungrily at each other until Miss McNeil looked down at the massive bulge protruding from my pants that was pressing against her stomach. 

Miss McNeil was so aroused from the kissing that she seemed to have all reason, moving her hands to claw at my pants. The only reason why my pants were still on was because of how difficult it was to pull my pants off my, at this point, rock hard cock.

After attempting to strip my pants off for a while, Miss McNeil finally gained some semblance of rationale. Still panting heavily, her eyes sparkled as she passionately met my eyes.

"Can I see it?" Miss McNeil asked, just barely above a whisper.