The Girl Next Door

The Girl Next Door

by
Kim Ashton

Copyright 2013 Kim Ashton

All Rights Reserved

Book Design by Kim Ashton

Cover Image – Copyright 2013,
Lies Thru a Lens, used under a Creative Commons Attribution License:

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Matt picked up his keys, giving himself a last glance in the full-length mirror beside the door as he prepared to leave. His thick brown hair was tousled slightly, and with the sparkle in his baby blue eyes he knew the roguish looks he’d been blessed with could charm anyone he wished. The long sleeved black shirt tucked tightly into designer jeans and emphasised his trim waist and firm physique – blessings of the young, perhaps, but he fully intended to make the most of them.

Yes, tonight was going to be a good night.
Good food, a few drinks and a lovely girl who his friend assured him was an animal in bed – just what he was looking for.

He flipped the lights off and picked up the set of DVDs he’d left lying by the door to remind him to return them as he walked out. Glancing
across the road, he noticed with a little relief Ashley’s car was gone, so he wouldn’t have to worry about any casual conversation making him late. He had a key to her house from when they’d exchanged them months ago, allowing them to look after things for each other when necessary, borrow items and return them freely, and unlock the door for one another when they did something stupid and didn’t have their own key. It was a useful arrangement, one that he probably took advantage of a little more than Ashley, seeing as he was more prone to stumble home drunk without a key, but she’d never seemed to mind.

Walking over there, he
contemplated his shy neighbour. She was a nice enough girl, in an unobtrusive, forgettable way, but her inability to hold or initiate much of a conversation made them friendly rather than actual friends. And he was happy to leave it that way, as from the way she’d looked at him a few times, he thought she might be interested in somewhat more with him and having to reject her wouldn’t be nice for either of them. He supposed she could be attractive enough, though not in a striking way, but as pleasant as he found her, he couldn’t picture being with her like that – Ashley didn’t inspire him, and he was looking for more adventure and passion than he could imagine coming from her. She would be what his friends described as ‘wife-material’ which was respectable in and of itself, but he was certainly not looking to settle down and wanted to make the most of his youth and virility. He had plenty more playboy days in him yet.
And hopefully tonight will be one of them!

He smiled at the thought as he slid the key into Ashley’s door and pushed it open, closing it gently and angling for the living room.
The living room door was open and he walked through the doorway before glancing up. Matt froze, his mouth opening and eyes almost bugging out of his head as he took in the sight in front of him.

Ashley lay on the sofa
facing the door, legs spread with one angled on the floor for balance, giving him a mouth-wateringly direct view of her pussy. Her body was undulating sensually as she transfixed him with moving a vibrating dildo in and out of her obviously slick and moist labia. Unable to help himself from giving her body a long look, Matt couldn’t believe Ashley looked like
this
. Without the slightly baggy and unflattering clothes she usually wore to cover it, her slender curves were now clearly evident – the tight, flat stomach led down to softly rounded hips and the breasts that had always seemed small were prominently displayed, nipples full with arousal and inviting a hot, eager mouth. The hair she usually wore tied back in a ponytail or bun was now curling down her body in waves, reaching to her breasts and partially obscuring parts of them, tantalising him further. What he’d always thought mousy and unexciting was now vibrant and thick, moving across her naked body and making him want to walk over, run his fingers through and grasp it, pull it back and see the pleasure in her eyes…

Woah
!

But it wasn’t just her
body that enticed him, though it was as fine as anyone he’d been with before, and he would easily be tempted with that alone. No, it was what she was wearing, what she was doing that displayed a sensuality and excited him in a way he hadn’t felt before.

Her pink nipples were caught and pinched tightly by the clamps she wore, and her inner thighs showed the evidence of the discarded suede flogger on the floor with red stripes decorating them prettily. As she moved in time with the dildo, Matt caught a glimpse of the shiny black base of something else, buried deep in her ass, and his cock twitched at the thought. Around her neck and wrists she wore thick leather cuffs
and the picture she made drove Matt’s lust higher than he thought possible, this small pretty girl with her slender body and obviously deep, different desires.

God! Who would have thought
that plain Ashley not only had a body like this hidden beneath her demure glances, but also kinks and dark desires that he had barely even contemplated.

Matt stood
immobile, not knowing what on earth to do with the sight in front of him – whether he should turn and leave before she noticed him, or whether that would just provoke her attention. His cock wasn’t having the same problems, however, and he couldn’t help feeling the bulge in his jeans as the visual stimulation suddenly gave him a dozen fantasies he’d never considered.

As he filled with desire that he couldn’t help, Ashley’s eyes opened slightly – then went wide as she saw him and gasped.

* * *

Ashley
froze as she saw Matt standing there, her mind and body hazy with desire as the vibrator still inside her pushed her closer to the edge. She felt herself flush, rising up from her chest and turning her neck and face pink, as she couldn’t help keeping her gaze locked to his face, wishing she could die of embarrassment so she wouldn’t have to think of something to say or do.

How could I be so stupid as to be in a position for someone to see me like this?! And that someone…Matt – Matt!

She took in her neighbour’s familiar boyish good looks and the well-dressed button-down shirt he wore, his clothing emphasising every line of his trim physique, and her heart rose to her throat. She’d always liked Matt and she couldn’t deny the central place he’d just had in her fantasies, the thoughts of him dominating her, flogging her and fucking her, taking her hard both in her ass and pussy as she suffered for him…she was already so wet from it and her pussy clenched at the appearance of the man from her fantasies.

What must he think of me now!

She couldn’t believe everything that was clearly on display, could hardly comprehend how much of herself was revealed so plainly, her deepest, secret desires that she’d been so careful about keeping hidden.

Ashley closed her eyes, shutting them tightly against whatever censure she was sure would cross his face. She had trouble talking sensibly to him, after all, let alone explaining something like this. Her body wasn’t quite reacting appropriately, however, and even as her embarrassment and mortification spread her nipples tightened, pulsing within the sharp pain of the clamps, and she could feel her juices flowing
even more, the plug in her ass and vibrator in her pussy providing delightful sensations. The thoughts of her complete exposure to the man of her fantasies didn’t help, driving her even closer to the orgasm she’d been about to indulge in.

Letting out a moan, she tried to force it down, away, and concentrate on thinking about how on earth she was going to get out of this situation with some modicum of dignity intact. Or, barring that, how she was going to convince her neighbour to never reveal this to anyone.
But it was so hard to think through the haze of pleasure, and even the sharp feeling of danger and adrenaline from the experience was only heightening it.

Matt heard her moan, and as her body undulated in front of him, he couldn’t help it anymore and moved forward
.
What the hell am I doing?!
But he was hard, his mind spinning with thoughts and desires that seeing Ashley like this had inspired, and he couldn’t think much further than the things he could do with a girl like this, someone open to being forced and used and handled roughly, the fun and excitement he could have sharing in her fantasies.

What she’d think of him for it, he wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t yelling at him or screaming, which seemed positive to him. And besides, some insane part of him wondered whether expressing his desire, attempting to join in, might be the best way to prevent what could easily become permanent awkwardness between them. He’d had a feeling Ashley liked him, now he guessed he was going to find out.

He left the DVDs he had been attempting to return by the door, abandoned, as he came to crouch by her head at the end of the sofa. Reaching out, he decided to indulge himself and ran his hand through her hair, stroking from the base and tangling his fingers in it satisfyingly.

Hopefully, this is not the part where she thinks you’re a sociopath and screams.

He didn’t quite know what he was doing, but the few BDSM fantasies he’d had, some of the things he’d watched and imagined, came back to him and he let instinct guide him. It was never something he’d indulged before, but having it all laid out clearly in front of him he wondered whether his search for an adventurous, fun girl wasn’t partly guided by his desire to try more ‘adventurous’ kinks and fantasies.

“Well now, who would have thought shy little Ashley liked things like this…?”

The seductive purr of his voice surprised him. He knew he was capable of any number of things in bed, of course, but he hadn’t even tried to make it come out like that, all…strong, and partly amused sensuality.

Ashley’s eyes opened as she looked back at him, leaning into the hand in her hair as she did so, her pupils dilated with pleasure. Her mouth opened, but she looked at him helplessly as nothing came out
, seeming unable to think of how to respond. He chuckled a little as he thought just how usual that was for her – not knowing what to say or how to act regardless of the scenario. This time was probably slightly more justified, to be fair. He gripped her hair tighter and Ashley’s breath left her as her head tilted back.

“You do, don’t you, Ashley? You like the pain, the idea of being dominated, used
like this…”

Caught partly in his grip, her eyes were wide but he noticed her breathing quicken, her pulse beating even harder. She nodded
hesitantly against his hand, and Matt felt the pull of her hair, his own cock throbbing as he saw the way she looked at him.

“Please…don’t tell anyone.”

It was barely a breath, he had to lean in to catch it, and the half-whimper her voice made stirred something inside of him, had his own pulse increase.

“I like the way you say that…”

He reached out with his other arm and touched her shoulder, moving down her body and stroking over her tight stomach, probably tensed with nerves – as well as other things – as he made his way to her soft hips and caressed so close to the line dipping down between her thighs.

She moaned slightly and he smiled, pleased at how responsive she was, how easy it was to give her pleasure. Of course, she had been working herself up for who knew how long and was probably thrumming with pleasure and sensation all throughout her body, but Matt couldn’t help
what her obvious reactions to every little thing he said and did were doing to him.

He leaned in closer, “Admit it, Ashley. Tell me what you want, what you
were fantasising about as you played with yourself like this.”

“You.”

Ashley tensed up, looking like a deer in headlights except that her eyes squeezed closed. She hadn’t meant to say that, she wasn’t going to say that. It was completely inappropriate, seemed just as bad, somehow, as being caught in the midst of her darkest kinks.
Oh god, what’s he going to think of me now?

But it had just come out, the combination of him
being here, coming close and looking so damned irresistible, then talking to her like that, like the dominant version of him from her fantasies. It was like her fantasy had come to life, it was so similar the lines between the fantasy and reality had blurred and
that
had just slipped out.
How much more mortifying things are you going to reveal?!