Date: Sun, 7 Nov 2010 13:16:44 -0500
From: jasmine brewton <jazzfan2010@live.com>
Subject: new neighbor girl part 1

  This story will be my first submission to nifty. And hopefully not my
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Disclaimer: This story may contain depiction of sexual acts between two
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    Living in Florida can be awesome! You got sun, sand, water and hot
bodies ( guys and girls) everywhere. But living in the city, especially in
Lakeland, you don't get much of that. Not unless you drive for miles to get
to the water. Even then, it's not as amazing as you'd think it'd be.

    So life in a quiet neighborhood gets to be a bit insufferable at
times. Especially when there's nothing fun and exciting to do.  Me, I'm a
fun loving / rush craver, but can't seem to get to the action. I'm a 21
year old, 5'3" , cafe latte mixed baby. The only one of my mom's 5 kids. I
am bisexual, have broad hips and shoulders, decent chest (c cup), muscular
build, ya know but not dikey.

    I guess I've got an okay face. basicly no acne, but now and again a
blemish or two. I don't really wear make up. More into the naturalle look,
and brown eyes. I've been told that I have beautiful lips. (probably from
the black genes.) And black hair that I much prefer to wear up in a neat
bun or ponytail. If it were down, it'd be shoulder length.

     well, I'm sitting on my front porch, in a comfortable brown leather
lazy boy , I look up towrds the sounds coming from across the street and
two houses down.I see we're getting new neighbors. And honestly, it's about
time. There are absolutely ( not completely) no teens in my
neighborhood. Yes, there are other young people, but they are either too
young for me to relate to or just uninteresting. Our neighborhood's been
really boring since my bestfriend and her family moved away. And I have
found myself spending less and less time outdoors.

      It was merely by chance that I was outside waiting for my younger
brother's bus to get home. And indeed a good stroke of luck I would soon
see it to be. I get the chance to scope out the new folks moving in. I
begin to wonder,

    " Do they have any kids?  Hopefully a teenage daughter?"

    For now, all I can see is three adults moving boxes in from the U-haul
truck. A middle aged, but still pretty, woman and the man who is most
likely her husband from the looks of the matching wedding bands, and a
probably in his late thirties man who I believe to be t husband's brother,
from the resemblance I note.

  "Moooooom!"

  I hear a whining male voice coming from the open garage door.  My hopes
of kids pick up as a young boy, probably in his preteen years, comes out.

  My hopes drop .

    But then he says, " Ashly won't give me the boxes for my room!!"

   Wait, did he just say
         Ashly?

   A girl? I cross my fingers, hoping she's over sixteen.
    Trailing behind thee boy is of the hottest girls I have ever seen.
Long blonde, silky hair. beautiful figure! She's petite looking. I
guesstimate her height to be 5'1''. She's skinny but not anorexic
skinny. She's got a nice rack, probably a b or c cup from the looks of it,
covered by a simple pink tank top. On to her legs! They're tan and athletic
looking, real firm and muscular, but not over done.  And hot damn! her ass,
accented by black cheerlading shorts, is perfectly round.
    What I wouldn't give to get a hold to that!

  "wait! ", I say to myself. " You're looking for a friend , not a
playmate!"  But seriously, who said I can't have both?
  Her talking brings me out of my trance.

  "Mom, his boxes are still out here."

     She points towards some boxes on the ground next to the truck.  She
has a nice voice. Not too pitchy and high, not deepish.

   I could already imagine her screaming my name.

 She glances in my direction and catches me staring. She smiles, Dazzling.
If only I could possess that mouth. I flash her a smile back, seeing the
perfect opening to go over and introduce myself to this lovely young thing.
Getting up I walk over to their house with my best manners for the parents
and my "A" game for her.

"Hey there! Welcome to the neighborhood."

I say with a wave and an extended hand. The mother responds and shakes my
hand,

  "Well, hey there dear! And thank you. What's your name?"

  "Hi ma'am. I'm Maxxine, I live across the street."

 "Well, I'm Marie Anderson and this is my husband shawn", Mr. Anderson
waves and offers his hand to be shaken.

    "Hello sir."

    " His brother jerad", the guy in his late thirties waves .

   "Hey there."

   "And these are our children: Jimmy and ashly."

She points to each child in turn.
  Jimmy gives me a quick hi and gets back to his boxes.  Ashly reaches out
and I take her hand.

   "Hi, maxxine, but everyone calls me maxx."

  "Hi Maxx. I'm Ashly. Nice to meet you."

    I feel her rub a finger along the soft inside of my wrist. Gosh, her
touch is sending tingles through me.
  I smile,

      "The pleasure is all mine, I asure you.",

    and I rub a slow circle right back into her palm. I can feel her pulse
quicken and she gets a certain look in her eyes. And trust me, I know that
look.  Shortly put . . . . . . . . it's the " horny, fuck me " look.
 Just then, Mrs. Anderson pops out of the garage and the delicate hand
connecting me to that hot young teen is gone.

  " Sorry Maxxine, but we've got quite a bit to unpack still. SO I gotta
get Ash back. Ashly help your brother with his boxes and take those to the
living room."

   " 'kay mom!  Well maxx, I gotta go. But maybe we could hang out
sometime?"

   And with that she turns to walkaway.

    " yeah, I'd like that. See ya later."

 She turns, waves bye and winks at me, then continues on back to the
house. Damn, she's a real flirt!
    The bus is coming down the street now, so I'm facing the road now. But
I turn back towards the Anderson's house to see Ashly slowly bending down,
her back to me, to pick up a box. Her graciously amazing ass in the
air. This girl is good and she knows it!

   God, would I love to get a hold of that! I just need five minutes with
this girl and I'll have her going crazy.  Wait, no outline
.................?

  She's not wearing any underwear!!!  Oh, GOD!

    That bit of information tries to push me over the edge. I'm so turned
on by the thought of her young cunt. I can feel my pussy getting moist. She
slowly stands back up, her back still to me, and turns towards me. She
winks and slowly runs her tongue over her lips.

   I can feel a lust craved, animalistic growl building in my throat. Good
lord! If I don't fuck that girl, I swear I will go insane!  I could easily
run over there, throw her down in the grass.  Grip her, strip her, and
spread those gorgeous legs. I'd go down on that sexy flirt and give her
what she wants. I'd have her climaxing until she couldn't take it anymore
and was left a gelatinous orgasmicly spent puddle, begging me to stop.

   The school bus pulling up to me in all its noisy glory is what pulls me
back to reality.

  Damn! Now I gotta go home horny as hell. Knowing the piece that I'd like
to fuck senseless is right across the street!  Bloody mary, mother of God!
Help this craving fool!

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