Girl next door. It was the summer after my second year of college - summer of - I was going to a school nearby and living at home and dating a girl from an hour away at the time, but that had just ended as I found out she'd been cheating on me finding condom wrappers in her room that weren't from the ones I bought. In a house a block away behind mine lived a girl i'd grown up with for years, and let's call her Jenny. Jenny had moved in with her family several years ago, and we were great friends since junior high. I tutored her in math and science all through high school and we spent hours at the kitchen table studying.
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I had packed my bags the second I was 18 and gone off searching for a new life. I landed in my liberal city that I still call home and promptly dyed my hair crazy colors, tattooed myself up, and begun being open and out about everything from voting for Obama to enjoying going down on women and men alike. She welcomed me into the circle of dudes who were all staring at the way her tank top clung to her black bra with a big hug. Her hair smelled like mangoes and cigarettes and all I could think about was wrapping my fingers around it and pulling. She planted a kiss on my cheek and the way her lipgloss clung to the side of my face made me hungry to know where else, what else she could do with those lips. Britta waved me off as I tried to grab my card to pay and left me in the slew of guys who had been eyeing her.
The Girl Next Door
The Girl Next Door. The girl next door had inspired my fantasy life for quite a while. When I took her for a ride, I wasn't prepared for what she provided in return. As I sat in my car, I watched Dad unlock his front door, enter the house, turn and wave goodbye, and close the door behind him. Ginger lives there with her boyfriend and his mother. Lean and shapely, she was wearing a bright sundress, short as usual, and clingy in the summer afternoon heat.
I was four-years-old when the neighbors had a baby. I only vaguely remember them bringing her home for the first time. They had named their baby girl Sally. Her mom called my mom on the phone and asked us to come see their new baby. I remember lagging behind my mom as we went in their door. Sally grew rapidly at first.