1. The Girl Next Door


    Date: 12/21/2014, Categories: True Story, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, First Time, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Young, Author: Piff_The_Dragon, Rating: 94.4, Source: sexstories.com

    “Come on down, let’s get going!” My dad yelled up to me as his old van started up in the driveway. “Coming,” I yelled back through the window of my old room. I looked around slowly, silently saying goodbye to the house that I had grown up in. I was 16, but leaving the house I grew up in still hurt. My fingers grazed the walls as I passed them, touching them for the last time. “Logan! Come on!” My dad persisted. I walked out of the garage door, closing and locking it behind me as my father blared the car horn. He always got antsy when he was excited. “I can’t wait for you to see the new house,” he said as I sat down in the packed car. “Yeah, me too,” I said unenthusiastically. “Oh, com on Logan,” he said pulling out of the driveway. The whole car ride was silent. My eyes were fixed on the town as it whizzed by us. Soon the old buildings turned to trees and blue skies as we neared the house. It was only an hour and a half drive away, but it felt so much further than that. We pulled into the driveway of what looked to be one house split down the middle into two separate units. Ours was the one on the right. “Looks like we beat the movers,” My dad said opening the front door, “your room is at the top of the stairs.” I looked around the new house, studying it’s old, white walls and each room. Through the door was the entrance hallway that had the stairs going up. To my right was a doorway that led to a small living room with our TV and couch. Across the living room was the ...
    doorway that led to the kitchen which was painted a bright, vibrant white with marble counters and a brand new fridge and to the left was a dining room. “Where’s the bathroom?” I asked, looking around. “Didn’t you see it next to the living room?” my dad replied. “Evidently not,” I muttered to myself going back to the stairs. At the top of the steep steps was a small hallway with four doors, three on the right and one at the end. The first door was a small office space, after that a bathroom that connected to the master bedroom. The last door at the end of the hallway was to my room. “How come there aren’t anymore rooms to the left?” I asked. “Because that’s where the neighbors house begins.” He replied, “Oh, and I wanted to stop by and introduce ourselves later,” “Ok,” I said, as if I had a choice I opened the door to my new room and noticed first how spacious it was. Nearly twice as big as my old room, and it had a bathroom to the left with a shower and everything! I peeked around it, opening up the huge, walk-in closet. Looking up, I saw a square cut out in the ceiling with a small little string hanging down. “Logan, the movers are here!” my dad screamed up from the front door. “Coming!” I yelled back I hurried down the stairs making my way down to the front door where my dad was pulling in a small drawer for the living room. “Come on, get your stuff, we have the rest,” he told me. I walked out into the bright sun as the movers unloaded their truck of my belongings. Box by box I ...
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