Neighbor

Caleb (25) meets a sexy 16-year-old at the local pool that hates him. His obsession grows. Will he drop his pursuit or have his way with her?

# Part 1

I was crawling along the bottom of the pool. My sister attempting to float back to the shallow end. Each moment got me closer. Her feet were right above me. I reached up, grabbed her, and brought her under the surface. Only to toss her back toward the shallow end.

She rose out of the water with a smile on her face. She was laughing and trying to splash me from a distance. Her face, and mine, are put up in one big smile.

“Who is that?”

I turned towards the entry gate. A girl, looked to be sixteen. Young, but with a mature body. Tits I could grab and suck on. Hips which would look wonderful with my hands on them.

I am shaken awake with a splash to the face. My sister is vying for my attention contrary to the girl’s body. We kept playing and I kept the girl within my peripheral vision at all times.

She laid down on a chaise lounge. She removed her shirt and shorts. Leaving only a thin blue bikini. It accented her tits and—god—that ass. That beautiful ass. I saw it when she bent over to grab her tanning lotion. After applying it she laid down and left her tits in plain view for the world to see.

Her beauty was enticing. I wanted to talk to her. I didn’t think she’d want to talk to me. A twenty-five year old fuck up whose greatest accomplishment is dropping out of college. When people look at me all they see is a chubby bastard with little prospects.

Looking at her I could tell she was living a far better life than I was. She’s young, beautiful, happy. When people looked at her they wanted to know her. Wanted to fuck her.

It is disheartening that I couldn’t have what I wanted.

I’d never been much for getting what I want. The girls I’ve dated have been middling at best. Chubby teens. Desperate underage cunts. Never was a girl that could be considered all that desirable.

This girl—if I could swing it—would be my greatest conquest.

Not that it matters.

Sitting with my eyes above the surface of the water I stared at her. She’s turned over and her juicy ass is calling me. She adjusts herself and pulls the bikini out of her ass crack. I told myself I could see her pussy.

My dick was hard. I wanted to grab and fuck her. Wanted to get closer. My mouth was watering. I need to get my fix. I lifted my dick upward and put it beneath the rubber band of my swimming trunks. The head peeked out from the top. I grabbed the keys to the bathroom and rushed inside.

My cock is out the moment the door closes. I played all the images I’d collected of the girl in my head. Broad hips, tiny waist. Cute smile, brace face.

I brought the image of her ass to the forefront of my mind. Started to stroke. Up and down.

I’d approach her from behind. Lower myself inches from her tight ass. Kiss it slowly. She’d giggle and wiggle that ass for me. My hands would go over it. Knead her skin to feel its youthful tension. Run my hands further up her body until I’m grabbing her shoulders. My cock would push itself on her. I could dry hump her and everybody will watch. Push into her once for good luck and again with intention. My hands are between her legs until I’m fingering her pussy.

I would—

“Caleb!”

My sister is knocking on the bathroom door.

“What?”

“I’m cold.”

“I’ll be out in a minute.”

I finished jerking off and cum into the toilet. The big rush I was building toward is lost… But the orgasm is still satisfying.

My sister is next to the girl. She’s speaking with her.

“Come on Basil!” I yelled.

My sister waves goodbye to the girl. We pack our stuff. I ask my sister what the girl’s name is…

Amelia.

The gorgeous Amelia.

# Part 2

She’s there on Wednesday. Then Friday. The next week it’s Tuesday and Thursday. Her schedule doesn’t seem to line up on one specific day. I can’t get a handle on it.

Most days my sisters are with me. On other days they stay home. My family is starting to wonder why I’m spending so much time at the pool. I want to lie to them.

Amelia brings a friend three weeks on. A Tuesday. Amelia is thinner with C-cups (I googled bra sizes and did my best to match hers). Her friend is thicker. Most likely D’s. Nice figure. Not a knockout. Not like Amelia. The friend can be a distraction, but she is no replacement.

I listened in on their conversations.

“Amelia, Frankie tried to motorboat my titties!”

Amelia laughed. I did too. They both looked at me and back at each other. Then grabbed their stuff and moved to the other side of the pool.

When they were leaving I said, “Hey! Amelia?”

She turned to me.

“You headed home?” I said.

“Uhh… Yeah.”

“Cool.”

“See ya…”

The two grabbed their bags and walked towards the exit.

“You look nice,” I said.

“Thanks.” She said without turning around.

Amelia dropped her bag at the door. I stood up and rushed to pick it up. She looked back at me, picked up the bag, and exited.

“Did you see that?” Amelia said.

“He was fucking running!”

They both laughed. Their voices faded.

I returned to the bathroom and imagined a three-way. While jerking off I moaned her name.

“Amelia.”

It felt good on my lips. It may not be probable, but it felt possible.

My cum coated the toilet bowl. I sat in silence. I wanted Amelia to walk in and rip her bikini off. To just let me suck on her nipples.

The next day Amelia didn’t come until I was leaving the pool. I dropped my sister back home. When I returned Amelia was laying on her back, getting the last few minutes of sunshine.

Her eyes were closed when I approached. I sat next to her and tapped her shoulder. Her eyes blinked open.

“You’re beautiful,” I said.

“Leave me alone.”

“What?”

“You keep fucking staring at me—”

“I just…”

“I’m trying to sunbathe.”

“Sorry.”

“You’re such a fucking creep.”

I walked away. When she was satisfied with how far away I was she closed her eyes and rested her head.

I could feel something. A sickness in my stomach. I think she’s beautiful… That’s it. Is it so wrong to want to talk to her, even if I don’t have a chance?

I can see why she would find me disgusting. She’s fit and beautiful. I’m twenty-five, fat and dumb. Why would she ever be with me?

The longer I spent not being with her… The more I felt like a flawed human. Unable, perhaps undeserving, of finding love.

The anger festered within and as it festered it became harder to look at her. Harder to find a solution to the disgusting pit that was being carved out in my stomach.

Seeing her started to feel like an insult. Her ass mocked me. Her tits mocked me. She felt like a goddess, her body a temple and I would be its defiler.

Defiler.

# Part 3

“Ah—I forgot my phone! I’m going to grab it. You walk home on your own.”

“Okay, Caleb.”

My sister shuffled faithfully home. She doesn’t know. Couldn’t possibly understand why I was staying.

I turned to see Amelia entering the pool. I watched her set her stuff down from the entrance. This game had gone on for too long.

I walked home and jump into my car. Found parking close to the front and waited for her to leave. I stay in my car for several hours still waiting.

She opened the pool gate. She was on her cellphone. Chatting. Having a nice conversation. I followed behind. Listening, enjoying her momentary happiness. If she had turned around she would have seen a wicked smile on my face. I knew what I wanted to do. Looking around I noted that the sun was still high. People were walking around.

I approached the front door and raised my hand to knock. I let it fall. I noticed there is a side door that goes into her backyard. I lifted the latch and walked in.

I was close to the ground and my eyes peeked over the edge of her backyard windows. She’s faced away from me. Wearing a crop top that is riding high. I can just see the bottom of her pale breasts.

She’s reaching upward but can’t seem to grab the bag of chips she wanted. She jumped and missed. Her tits bounced in response. She tried once more. Grunting. When she finally did manage to grab them she manages to pull down three other bags with her. She curses herself and gets to cleaning.

Then the doorbell rings. She goes to answer and lets her friend in. They’re talking, I can’t hear any of it.

I slink away and walk home. This isn’t the night.

The next several days are uninteresting. Fact-finding, if you could call it that. I watched her at the pool from a distance. Waited in my car for her to go home. I’d follow her there and discover all that I could about her. Her day, routines.

I start waiting in the mornings. I see her leave and follow her to a friend’s house. I park several cars down. I try and learn everything I can about her.

While waiting for her I do basic research. Her social media isn’t private. I pick through her friends until I discover which she’s hanging with today. I discover their relationship. how close are they?

When she would go grocery shopping with her mom—I followed then too. It was dull, but I got to learn what foods she liked. When she would be in the mood for them. How healthy she was. From what I could tell Amelia is a health nut. It is fairly obvious based on her body.

I could never have been the only admirer of her. I wasn’t. A boy started showing up. Six feet tall. Attractive, strong jawline. Made me feel pathetic in comparison.

I watched them go out for pizza. He grabs her ass and kisses her cheek lightly. When they go back to his car I could just see them making out. They hop into the backseat and I can see the car rocking for several minutes.

If he didn’t have tinted windows I would have known—could have confirmed—that they were fucking. Instead, all I had was my presupposition of guilt. The cock tease had betrayed me.

When the boy returned her home, I had a sick feeling in my stomach. I unlocked my phone and sorted through her social media. Took a look at the pictures of her I had saved. The videos she posted of her doing those stupid teenage dances.

I jerked off in my car. Begging her to love me. The feeling of pathetic overwhelmed me. It became the entire orgasm and as my cum leaked onto my cars upholstery… I felt the shame overcome.

It doesn’t last for longer than a day. I was back at the pool with my sister. I saw her and waved. She ignored me. How could she do that? To me? To the guy who loves her more than anybody. I dedicated entire weeks to her existence. This is how she treats me? As if I were some stranger?

I drop my sister off and return to wait for her in my car.

I took care to leave a distance between us. I’ve done this before but it needs to be right. She was padding along at a brisk pace and I followed in lockstep. Couldn’t afford for her to spot me.

When we turned the corner she opened the garage with a remote control. The door opens and I see that there are no parked cars. A smile passes onto my face. Perhaps this is the night.

She entered her house and I walked into the backyard. I see her enter the kitchen. She removed her bikini top. Her tits dropped and are naked for me to stare at.

She went to the sink and grabbed a glass of water. Before drinking it she returns to the garage and when she comes back she’s completely naked. I can see her hairless cunt.

She walked to her fridge and bends over to pull something out. Her ass is pointed towards me and if I squint I can just make out her pussy lips.

I walked over to the backyard door and turned the handle. It stops a quarter of the way. I crouch behind bushes.

She’s laying down on the couch watching TV, naked. She hasn’t seen me. I almost wished that she would. I took a mental image of her young body. Acknowledging that this is one of the greatest moments of my life.

I need a way to get inside. I walk to the front door and knock on it, hiding after. Going back to the backyard I can see that she hasn’t moved.

So I decided to keep knocking. I knocked once and again until I knew she must be infuriated. After nearly ten minutes of knocking she answers the door.

She’s come out wearing black leggings and a large sweater.

“What do you want—?” Before she could finish I had pushed her inside of the house.

My hand is on her mouth. We’re wrestling on the floor. I closed the door by kicking my feet back. She was still struggling but it wasn’t a fair fight. I’m stronger, heavier, better than her. And in that moment I knew it.

The longer we fought the harder my cock got. It was growing in anticipation. We both knew what was about to happen, but I think only I could admit it at the time.

I pushed my groin into her. She tried to yell but I had her mouth covered. I didn’t plan for this—any of this. After a several minute struggle she gave up. I kissed her neck.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do this for.”

“Yes I do!”

I pushed my hands beneath her sweater and pulled it over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her perfectly sized breasts were smiling at me. I kissed her tiny nipples. She’s still moving beneath me. A casual form of resistance.

She tried yelling.

“Nobody can hear you.”

I pulled the sweater all the way off. I kissed her neck and humped against her nearly bare body. Enjoying the how frail she looked beneath me.

She doesn’t know how to react. I could see a great sadness inside her eyes. Of course I ignored and continued kissing her body.

I removed her black leggings. She tried kicking me but missed. When the leggings are completely off I slap her.

“Knock it off you bitch.” I chock her. “If you keep fighting I’ll kill you.”

She started to understand her predicament.

Her beautiful sixteen year old form is naked beneath me for the first time. It has been the thing I’ve wanted for so long. The only motivating force that had found its way into my life.

I took care to slowly pull my cock out. Enjoyed the vision. The tension. The everything of the moment. I pushed inside and god she was so unbelievably tight. Her sweet sixteen year old pussy is what I’ve imagined pussy feels like. Better still I didn’t have to wear a condom.

She was whining beneath me and near tears. Her eyes were red and bloodshot. She had been crying the entire time but this was the first moment that I had processed it.

Ignoring her pain was easy. I kept thrusting and each one was better than the last. When her cries would get too loud I would grab her throat with body my hands and pound her pussy until she would shut her whore fucking mouth.

When the orgasm began to roll through me—I don’t warn her. Why would I? The moment was about me. I push as deeply into her as humanly possible. My cum rushes forth and my legs seize up. I fell on top of her and kiss her neck. I leave my cock inside until it starts to soften.

I take one final look at her young body. Touched her tits.

When I’m satisfied I pulled my pants back on and walk out the front door.

I’ve just raped a little cunt called Amelia.

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