The Girl Next Door Ch. 03

Chapter 3: Savannah in the Sunlight

Nick wasn't sleeping much anymore.

Every time he closed his eyes, flashes of Amber's moaning body or Claire's breathless kisses filled his head. The memories felt real because they were real--but nothing about them made sense.

The girls didn't know him. Didn't recognize him. But they seduced him like it was instinct. And then they vanished without a trace.

Except for what they left behind: a hair tie. A book.

Clues.

Or ghosts.

This morning, the sunlight was so bright it forced him awake. He pulled on gym shorts and stepped out onto the back deck, rubbing the sleep from his eyes--and froze.

There she was.

Lying in the grass of the empty house next door like it had always been hers.

Savannah.

Wearing nothing but a pink thong bikini bottom and mirrored sunglasses, her perfect tanned body glistening with oil. Her blonde hair was up in a ponytail, her tits bare to the sun. She was stretched out on a towel like a magazine ad.

Jesus fucking Christ, Nick thought. Savannah Hall.

Senior year. She was his dream girl. Golden skin. Blue eyes. Body made for sin. She dated jocks, flirted with everyone, and broke hearts for fun. Nick had loved her from a distance. They had one moment--just one--at a bonfire party after prom.

She was drunk. Or pretending to be.

She'd kissed him, slow and hungry. Let him finger her in the backseat of his car. Told him he was better than her boyfriend. Promised to call.

She never did.

He spent the whole summer jerking off to the memory of her moaning his name, pussy dripping over his hand.

And now--there she was again. Eighteen. Real. Radiant. On the lawn next door like she belonged to the sun.

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"Morning, neighbor," she called without opening her eyes.

Nick's throat went dry. "Uh... hey."

She smiled lazily and rolled to her side, giving him a full view of her bare chest. Her nipples were hard. Her stomach tight and golden.

"You checking me out?" she teased.

"I--uh--wasn't..."

She lowered her sunglasses and locked eyes with him. "Good. I'd be offended if you weren't."

Then she stood. Just like that. Tits out. Thong riding up her ass.

"Come over."

He blinked. "What?"

"Don't make me ask twice."

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Nick walked through the gate like a man in a trance.

She met him halfway, oil-slick and gorgeous, and took his hand like they were already lovers.

"You know what I hate?" she said as she led him to her towel. "Being ignored."

"I'm not ignoring you."

"You hesitated."

She pushed him down onto the towel and straddled his lap, her thong grinding into his shorts, her tits in his face.

"I like a man who knows what he wants."

"I want you," he growled.

"Good answer."

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She kissed like a girl who knew exactly how good she was.

Nick's hands roamed her oiled-up body, fingers sliding over slick curves, gripping her ass, pulling her tight against him as she rocked her hips. Her moans were light and teasing, her eyes locked on his, daring him to fuck her like she deserved.

She tugged his shorts down and stroked his cock with her slippery hand.

"Damn," she purred. "You're gonna ruin me."

"Let me."

Savannah pushed her thong aside, lined him up, and sank down onto him with a deep, aching moan.

"Fuuuuck," she breathed. "You feel even better than I imagined."

Nick groaned, hands on her hips, watching her bounce in the sunlight--her tits jiggling, her oiled body shining like a wet dream come to life.

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They fucked right there on the lawn.

She rode him with reckless joy, laughing between moans, nails digging into his chest as she came. He flipped her over on all fours, pounded her from behind as she begged for more. She sucked him off after, on her knees in the grass, cum dripping from her lips as she smiled up at him like he was the best thing she'd ever tasted.

Afterward, she laid back on the towel, eyes closed, face glowing.

"You should tan more," she said, lazily tracing circles on his chest. "You look good out here."

"I'm gonna wake up," he whispered. "You're not real."

She turned to him. Smiled.

"Then come fuck me again before you do."

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The next morning, the towel was gone.

So was the lawn.

The house next door was overgrown again, the gate rusted shut, no sign anyone had stepped foot there in years.

But in Nick's backyard--under the deck--he found her pink bikini top.

Still damp with sweat and oil.