Girl Next Door

[theficticiousme]

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Her name was Rachel. She was about twenty-four at this time and although plain looking, with straight dark hair, she did have a striking figure that Ray constantly thought about as he moved into his nineteenth year. His wakening mind was filled with fantasies about her and his blue jeans stretched taught with painfully pleasant feelings.

She was always friendly toward him and seemed amused at his over-lengthy glances in her direction, especially when she leaned forward or crossed her legs, as these actions presented an, all too rare, momentary glimpse of that soft valley between her breasts or of her white cotton underwear.

As a sheltered, introverted, only-child, just coming to the end of an education that had been undertaken solely in male only schools, Ray's sexual exploits were confined to clumsy, but relief-giving bouts of masturbation and he suffered, silently, the agonies of natural adolescent longings.

 

[youngnewgirl]

At 24, Rachel had lived more of life than most her age, although less than some. With an MBA and a divorce under her belt, she had moved back with her parents for a couple months to decide the next step in her life. Many people would feel lost under these circumstances, but Rachel had perfected the art of feigned apathy.

She liked to dress somewhat provocatively, though her style was not by any means of the word slutty. She watched Ray watching her, noting the youth in his face but appreciating the maturity in his body. She fleetingly thought of how she might like to see more of it.

(sorry, this is my first try at this)