Innocent Girl Next Door Ch. 01

The doorbell rang while Luka was in the middle of a column. He had read the same line of the invoice three times and gotten three different numbers out of it, and when the bell went a second time, he slid the laptop off his knee and went to the door.

Luka never had much contact with real women. He sees himself as the only one in his family, who can pull off their collective dream. He says to himself, he wouldn't want to waste any time or resources on relationships, until he achieved this goal. Deep down, he knew this was a charade to mask his inability to initiate an intimate relationship. He felt more safe hiding in an excuse of his work.

Opening the door, he sees a beautiful woman, early twenties and blond. The thin cotton of her crop top pulled tight across her large tits. Her flat stomach lead into the shortest pair of hotpants, drawing another point of attention to her wide hips. Luka is immediately locked into the valley of her cleavage, forgetting what he was working on just a second ago.

"I'm Sarah." She smiled. "I just moved in, two doors down. I wanted to introduce myself." Her smile was cheerful. Wind came off the street and carried sweat and something sweet off her skin -- sunscreen, coconut. Luka heard himself say his own name.

He shakes her hand and she let the grip sit two seconds longer than it needed to. Luka feels a spark through his body and his cock quickly went hard against his zipper. Shocked, he realised what effect the touch of an hourglass-figured girl can have to him. In a flash he imagined an entire life with her. He didn't want this spark to stop but didnt want to appear weird. He pulled his hand away and all his words were in an utter stumble "Welcome to the neighborhood. If you need anything... I mean, anything normal. Like directions..."

It would have taken a blind woman not to see it. Her mouth widened almost into a mischievous grin. But not much. Just enough to still pass as friendly. She has seen what effect she can have on men, but on nobody could she see it so clearly to this extent.

"Thank you mister L. Reynolds" She leans forward reading the sign next to the door, an excuse to present her cleavage. Luka steals another deep look. " I have to greet the others, but i would love to talk to you again" She turned around and left, swaying her hips making sure he would look. reaching the street she turned around to give him a wave, just to confirm that he was still looking. Indeed, Luka stood in the doorway with one hand on the frame, hypnotised by her swaying he manages to return an awkward wave.

She giggles turns around. In an excuse to smell the flowers she bends down, slowly and moving side to side. Lukas cock screamed for release at this view. He takes another quick glance before firmly shutting the door, ending bind. His mind is scattered, working out whether he'd just met a piece of luck or a piece of trouble.

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Sarah didn't have much.

She had just moved into a small apartment, worked part-time waiting tables while she studied, and had just enough to get by. She dreamed of more, but for now this was only a stepping stone toward a real career.

But recently she had watched women online explaining how easy it was to get what you wanted from certain men. Smile the right way, get closer, let them feel useful. The idea sank deep. She started imagining a man pouring his time, money and energy into her while she took and took, soft and smiling, quietly draining him like a succubus gulping on the energy of her victim. The thought has triggered something inside her, and she wondered if she could make it reality.

Thus she goes outside, with one goal: introducing herself in the new neighborhood and look out for a potential target. Her heavy tits strain against the thin crop top, nipples clearly outlined under the fabric, designed to draw attention of men. Her cutoffs are stretched tight over the thick, round cheeks of her ass, leaving the soft undersides bare.

She walks down the quiet street, hips swaying just a little more than necessary. She stops in front of one door. Something about it feels right. She rings the bell twice and the door opens. A man in his early thirties stands there, slightly stressed, like he had just been working. His eyes drop to her chest almost immediately and stay there a second too long. Sarah feels a small, sharp spark of satisfaction. She smiles, soft and friendly.

Jackpot.

The way he stared, the way he couldn't look away -- soft, hungry, already half-caught. Exactly the kind of man she had been looking for.

"I'm Sarah," she says. "I just moved in, two doors down. I wanted to introduce myself."...

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His phone buzzed at nine with his aunt's name on it, which these days never meant anything good. Grandma had had a bad night. Nothing to do yet, just bad. Luka sat on the edge of the couch with the phone in both hands and ran the numbers he ran every time.

Luka has a large family coming from poorer background, all living apart from each other doing their own thing. His Grandmother always had a dream of owning a large, beautiful Mansion, with enough bedrooms for the whole family. When she got sick, Luka has gained the needed Motivation to work nonstop and start his business, trying to achieve her dream so she can witness it. The Business has been thriving; he has ascended from manual labour. He has to manage his employees, invest and steer the business in the right direction. Which he does in excellent fashion; the business keeps growing and growing, while he keeps investing into the company. Separately, he opened savings for the dream house.

On the couch he is looking at numbers: his savings, the projected quarter, what a house that size went for in this state, and how many months his grandmother had left to see it.

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A knock came just after seven, while he was still in his work clothes with a coffee gone cold beside the keyboard. Sarah stood on his porch in the same cutoffs as he first met her, hair wet from a shower, no makeup, holding an empty measuring cup up like evidence. He was once again almost left speechless.

"This is going to sound ridiculous," she said. "I'm making pancakes and I have no milk. I checked. The store's a twenty-minute walk and my car's still at my mom's." She tipped her head. "You're the only person on this street whose name I know."

He got her the milk. Half a gallon, the good kind. She hugged the carton to her chest with both arms, thanked him twice, and on the way down the porch steps she laid her hand flat on his forearm. "You're a lifesaver. Seriously," and walked away, swaying her hips, giving him the familiar view.

He stood in his own hallway, disgusted with himself. Cock hard in his jeans, and for what? A hand on his arm. He was thirty-one years old and getting worked up once again like a teenager because a neighbor asked him for groceries.

The next week Sarah needed a ride to the mechanic because her car was acting up. She showed up at his door in those same tiny cutoffs and a crop top that rode up every time she shifted in the passenger seat, bare midriff and the soft undersides of her tits on full display. She kept glancing over at him while he drove, one hand resting high on her thigh. Every time the car hit a bump her body swayed closer, the warm press of her bare leg against his for a second longer than necessary. By the time he dropped her off, the air between them felt thick and Luka's cock was half-hard the entire way home.

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The week after that, Sarah stood in her mostly empty kitchen and stared at the rent notice on the counter. Two hundred short. Again. She chewed the inside of her cheek, already knowing exactly what she was going to do. Luka. She had felt it in the way his body tensed every time she got close, in the way his eyes dropped to her tits and then jerked away like he'd been caught. He wanted to be the good guy. The helpful guy. The one she could lean on. She had no intention of paying anything back. She didn't even have the money to pretend. This would be the first real test--something more tangible than rides and little favors. Cash. Actual cash she would never return. She had longed to actually start to play and use him for real.

She stood on his porch in the evening heat, biting her lower lip, looking up through her lashes like the request itself was already a little intimate. When he opened the door she gave him the soft, slightly helpless smile she had practiced in the mirror. "Hey... I'm really sorry to bother you again," she said, voice low and a little embarrassed. She stepped closer than necessary, close enough that he could smell the coconut on her skin. "I'm two hundred short on rent this month. Just till Friday, I swear. I'll pay you back the second I get paid. I just... I don't know who else to ask." She looked up at him through her lashes, letting the silence stretch, letting him feel how much she supposedly needed him.

"Two hundred?" he repeated. He knew she couldn't pay anything. His eyes flicked down her body for half a second. Those tiny cutoffs, the strip of soft stomach, the way her crop top stretched over her tits. Before he forced them back up to her face. Colour was already rising in his cheeks. Sarah bit her lower lip just enough to look uncertain. She took another small step forward, close enough that the tips of her breasts nearly brushed his chest. She murmured:

"You've already been so nice to me... the ride last week, everything. I just don't have anyone else right now. You're the only one who feels safe."

The word safe landed exactly where she wanted it. He swallowed.

"Yeah. Of course. Wait here." He disappeared inside.

Sarah stayed on the porch, arms loosely crossed under her chest, deliberately pushing her tits higher. "make him remember" She thinks to herself - Connecting Money and Pleasure. When he came back with the cash she stepped straight into him, wrapping both arms around his neck and pressing the full soft weight of her body against his. Her big tits flattened warm and heavy against his chest. "I don't know what I'd do without you," she whispered against the side of his neck. She held the hug longer than anything normal.

The second she felt the hard line of his cock twitch against her lower stomach she pushed her hips forward, just slightly, and began to move -- a slow, subtle side-to-side grind, rolling her soft pussy over the thick ridge through his jeans. She kept the motion gentle and almost innocent, never breaking the illusion that this was simply a grateful hug from a girl who needed help.

But he felt this like it was a reward. God, how he felt it.

The hug only lasted a handful of seconds, yet to Luka it stretched into something endless. Heat coiled tighter and tighter at the base of his cock with every soft pass of her body. She rolled her hips once... twice... and on the third slow grind he felt the sharp, terrifying edge of an orgasm already building. Panic flashed through him. He broke the hug abruptly, practically tearing himself away from her before he could spurt right there in his jeans. "I-- yeah. Good night," he managed in a hasty voice, and closed the door almost in her face.

While leaving, her hands almost reach down her wet panties, fueled by the experience... she had just used a man and got 200 dollar richer and is wondering how deep this hole will be

To be Continued...

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