Fan Fiction ❯ Expulsion of Disbelief ❯ Girl Next Door ( Chapter 1 )

He awoke, aware of three things. First, it was unbearably hot. Second, because of the heat, his entire body was plastered in sweat. Third, he was nude. Shocked, he fumbled around to shut his alarm off.

 

He had slept naked for twelve hours. It disturbed him, because he normally slept fully clothed, removing only his shirt when room temperature exceeded eighty degrees. All things considered, it felt quite liberating.

 

As he stretched, he noticed a jagged scar running along his right forearm. Suddenly the details of last night's exploits came crashing down upon him. He staggered for a moment, the intensity of his horror overpowering.

 

Then it sunk in. He could stand. He could walk freely. He was healthy! Whooping, he turned to face the mirror, desiring to appraise his muscle tone. He saw his room, messy as always, but himself he could not find.

 

Of course; he was invisible. He could see himself, but to everyone else, he might as well have been Santa Claus. For a moment, his resolve wavered; after all, what was the worth of a soul? Then his eyes fastened on his ages-old priority list.

 

This wasn't a curse. It was a blessing in disguise. He could do whatever he wanted, no questions asked. Or whomever. He checked the time, it was five after three. Good. The bus wouldn't arrive until three thirty.

 

He slipped downstairs; apparently this upgraded body required more fuel. Finding readymade toast, he wolfed it down, not wanting to be late. As he stuffed slice after slice down his throat, he began formulating a plan.

 

Then he dashed out the door, jogging the entire distance to his subdivision's entrance, a good quarter-mile. He had never felt so good. He was still early, he sensed, so he sat down to wait.

 

She had been his fixation for some time now. He had known her officially since about the third grade, when they had shared the same teacher. The next year, she made his Enemies List, as she won the Invention Convention with a sports cap made for braided people.

 

He had escaped her in middle school, but at what price? Grades six, seven, and eight had been hell; a friendly, if competitive face, wouldn't have been so bad. Besides, he'd always liked a challenge.

 

High school saw them reunited, both uncertain freshmen in a prestigious academic program. They were both deceptively shy, yet among friends their individual vivacity seemed endless. That they lived in the same neighborhood didn't hurt.

 

Physically, he had noticed the difference right away. She was pretty, in a somewhat developed way. She had her own style, and the smile she wore helped brighten an otherwise dark face.

 

Besides admiring her from a distance, he had never really considered her sexually until a friend had commented on her breast size. Indeed, for her size, which was a few inches shorter than him, she was amply endowed, and the short jean-skirts outlined her posterior rather nicely.

 

Although he had never acted on his impulses, he had always wanted more from their friendship. Even that deteriorated following his diagnoses and effective imprisonment in the hospital.

 

The bus pulled up, interrupting his daydreams. Right on cue, out stepped a petite teenager of mixed ancestry. He felt a slight twinge in his nether regions, but he ignored it. There would be plenty of that to come.

 

He followed her home; although he could have easily outpaced her, he was studying her figure, trying to amplify the curves of her compact build. He just barely managed to leap into the garage before it slammed shut; ogling and hunting both require high levels of attention.

 

She threw her backpack down, yelling to her mom that she was tired and sweaty. Heading for the shower, he slipped inside as she locked it. He gawked as she stripped; despite the lack of suspense, her fully unclad form caught him off-guard.

 

She stepped into the shower, drawing the curtains. He traced her shadow as the water turned on. Unable to resist, he nudged the ends a bit, allowing him a close-up view of her body in action.

 

As she lathered herself, the stiffness below his waist became unbearable. He reached for the nearest piece of her clothing, her shorts, but missed and grabbed her panties by mistake.

 

Undeterred, he quickly cast his gaze back to the shower as she ran soap along those delectable B-cups. Hungrily, he began to masturbate, eager to relieve the tension yet not quite minding. Minutes later, a white sticky substance coated an even whiter pair of underwear.

 

Unsatisfied, he grabbed her bra, likewise wrapping it around his penis. He repositioned himself for a rear view; his erection returned with a vengeance. When he had discarded yet another jewel from Victoria's Secret, he hesitantly stepped inside the shower.

 

Slowly, he made his way towards her. His still-erect penis pressed against her back, but she ignored it. He forced it lower, until it filled in her crack.. She noticed an unfamiliar weight between her cheeks, and reached for it.

She shrieked. It couldn't be! She turned around, her heart racing. There wasn't anyone else with her. But she could have sworn she'd just held a penis. Quickly, she finished her shower and rushed to clothe herself, hardly noticing the semen.

 

Although she had already toweled off, she felt a wetness on her left areola. Subconsciously, she dipped a finger in the residue and brought it to her lips. It was strangely sweet. She then proceeded to dress and exit the bathroom.

 

Her mother met her outside, wondering if she'd seen a cockroach. She giggled nervously, saying yes, she'd found one, her mother should have known to put roach-bait in the shower of all places.

 

A little less enthusiastically, she trudged off to her room to complete her homework. As she sprawled across the bed, he couldn't help but note how the short shorts and tank top emphasized her figure.

 

She paused briefly for dinner, then a quick e-mail check and myspace update, after which she finished her algebra and went to bed. He grinned; he had all night. He watched impassively, impatient but hesitant to move until she was in a deep slumber.

 

Finally, when the tension became too much, he turned off the fan and pulled off the covers. As he uncurled her from fetal position, he gradually placed himself next to her, not wanting to disturb her with sudden movements.

 

He reached out a hand, tentatively, and placed it just below her chest. The other arm he wrapped around her head, bringing his face to meet her. Clumsily, he planted a kiss on her lips. He was, needless to say, out of practice.

 

After a few more false starts, he found what he was looking for. His tongue slid into her mouth, and, with perseverance, she responded, albeit unconsciously. Pausing to breathe, he instead began to lower his mouth as he continued to kiss her.

 

He paused at her neckline. With agonizing effort, he pulled off her top, revealing the bra with discernable dark brown circles. Likewise, he slid off her shorts. Even more carefully, he unhooked her bra, allowing it to naturally fall out of place.

 

He pushed her onto her back, so that now she slept facing the ceiling. He placed his lips on her right nipple and slowly began to suckle, while teasing the left with his fingers. He resisted the urge to just grab a handful, continuing to lick his way around her mountains.

 

When he had his fill, he yanked off her panties somewhat unceremoniously. He beheld her *shaved* vagina, a barely discernible black triangle separating it from her dark brown skin.

 

He began licking at her mid-thigh, slowly working his way up. As he neared the apex, he switched legs, again playing with her nervous system. He then licked the curves between her pelvis and upper thigh, consuming the her full flavor.

 

Cursory lubricating was in order. Clutching mercilessly to her mammories, he wiped her tongue back and forth, never actually venturing inside. Once it was sufficiently slippery, he proceeded to subtly wipe her inner walls, trying to forego an orgasm for the moment.

 

As his tongue tired, he flipped her onto her right side, so he had a direct view of her backside. He paused, uncertain. He had never been this far, and he wasn't so sure he wanted to go further, at least, not in this hole.

 

Steeling himself, he cautiously brought his drooping member to the cusp. He hoped she kept it as clean as her other openings. Guiding it with his right hand, he slowly put its tip inside her butthole, cringing in anticipation.

 

When she refused to retaliate, he plunged deeper. Reflexively, the walls tightened. Nothing had ever gone in here before. He proceeded, at a snails pace, unwilling for her to wake up; the suffering it would cause was unthinkable.

 

He stopped, backing out. Breathing deep, he began to thrust, excitement shivering through his body. He heard faint moans, but there was no voluntary stirring. Afraid, he decided to end this quickly. There was always tomorrow.

 

Flipping her onto her back one last time, he smiled. This was it, his first time. Moments from now, he would be a real man. Just as he was about to enter her, however, an ugly thought surfaced: what if she was a virgin?

 

Her hymen would not have been broken; the pain of a first-time penetration would doubtless wake her. Was this the end, than? He brought his face closer, hoping to find otherwise, but he had no idea what he was looking for.

 

Eventually, he gave up. It was fruitless. He hadn't been given this opportunity to fritter it away on cowardice. If she hadn't been…educated, now was as good a time as ever. Besides, he was invisible. What could she possibly do?

 

He positioned himself above her. As he neared, the knot in his stomach began to unwind. It would all work out. No need to worry. With that, he slammed his penis into her anxious vagina.

 

She jerked violently. He waited to see if she would get up. When she didn't, he inserted himself once more, but slower. Grabbing her buttcheeks for support, he continued to pound into her, and her drowsy form continued to react.

 

Then he felt a sudden tingling. This was it. He was going to cum. Securing a firm handhold on her breasts, he released, fighting back the desire to scream. Exhausted, he collapsed beside her, planting a kiss on her head before traipsing off to oblivion.