Girl Next Door Ch 02 1

I lay in bed, my head pounding, and I stared at the ceiling. A dull ache throbbed in my abdomen and the back of my thighs. I was cold, and a mound of blankets and sheets sat huddled on top of me like a fabric mountain, wrinkled and sweat-stained. Despite how I felt, I couldn't help but flash on the images of the day: Mrs. Tasker on top of me, bucking, and Maddy in the doorway, watching.

I felt used, sore, and drained, and I wanted more.

My cell phone came to life, and I realized I was already sick of the ringtone I had downloaded just last week. With a groan, I clawed at the phone with one hand, managed to snag it, and flipped it open beside my ear.

"Hey, Maddy," I said.

"Hey there, sexy." Her voice was teasing, an undercurrent of sly humor in her tone.

"What's up?"

She snickered on the other line, and I thought about her, her pants unbuttoned, applauding her mom and me after I had cried out in uninhibited ecstasy. My cock, which had pulled up inside of me like a turtle into a shell after its afternoon of abuse, began to unspool and harden.

"Tomorrow, we have some work to do. Mom says I need to teach you how to properly eat pussy," she said.

"What?"

"You heard me." She hung up.

I sighed and flipped my phone closed. I ached. I throbbed. I didn't care. It was turning out to be an interesting start to summer. Had Maddy and her family just moved in the day before? It seemed like everything had changed in that short 24 hour period from helping them move boxes to being seduced by Mrs. Tasker. The entire world had been spun upside-down.

Eventually, I closed my eyes and slipped into a deep sleep.

The next morning was a hazy blur, a prelude to meeting Maddy and engaging in... well, whatever she was willing to engage in. She had mentioned oral sex, but I hoped that would only be the beginning to a long afternoon of fucking.

"Hey, Mom and I will be out tonight. You hanging around?" Dad said.

I looked up from my eggs and toast, my mouth full of half-chewed food. My mind had drifted, and it took me a moment before I realized what Dad had said.

"You're going out?" I droned in a sleepy voice.

Dad nodded. He was putting plates away from the dishwasher. They clinked and clattered as he stacked them in the cabinet.

"Yeah," he said. "Dinner with the Taskers. Maybe you can have Maddy over and get some pizza or something. Seems like a nice girl."

I froze. I wasn't sure why the thought of my parents and Maddy's parents going out sent a sudden and unexpected chill through my body, but it did. I told myself I was being silly. There was no way that Mrs. Tasker would bring me up. No way that somehow my parents would find out what I had done, not to mention Mr. Tasker, who I could only assume would be none too pleased.

Daddy must have noticed my reservation because he said, "Do you have plans tonight?"

"No, no," I said. "Pizza with Maddy is a good idea."

After breakfast, I mowed the yard. It was still early, but already the sun burned scorching hot. Sweat rolled off my neck and down my back. It dripped into my eyes. I figured I felt so tired, so lagged, because of the heat. But I couldn't blame the sun for the deep ache in the core of my muscles.

By the time I finished, I was more tired than ever and now half-covered with blades of grass and sweat. I took a long, cold shower. I hoped it'd refresh me, give me back a little bit of energy, but I still felt like hell by the time I had lathered, rinsed, and repeated. Afterwards, I took a look at myself in the mirror, hair plastered to my forehead, towel wrapped around my waist, water dripping off the end of my nose and chin.

"Don't be an asshole," I told my reflection. This had become something of a daily motto after the bad break-up with my last girlfriend. I thought about Mrs. Tasker. Did fucking her make me just that? An asshole? Fucking her in front of her daughter, the daughter that had filled my stomach with butterflies and sent a tingling ache through my stomach? Probably. I ached for Maddy, and I fucked her mother, anyway. I was a total asshole.

The funny thing was Maddy didn't seem to mind.

The day slipped away. I spent most of it trying to reenergize in bed, watching ridiculous horror movies on cable. Before I knew it, my parents were yelling their goodbyes up the stairs, and my body ached more than ever. A dull pounding pain throbbed in my temples.

It didn't matter. These were minor annoyances next to the nervous excitement of getting up to trouble with Maddy. I peeled myself out of bed, washed my face, looked myself over, and trudged my way to the house next door.

I barely noticed the suspicious looking pick-up truck across the street and a silhouette of person sitting there, staring at Maddy's house. Probably someone waiting for a friend.

When I rang the door bell, she answered it in a tight pink t-shirt and pair of cut-off jean shorts. She had her hair pulled up into pigtails, tied with pink ribbon. Knee-high socks stretched up from a pair of Converse sneakers, also pink.

"Took you long enough," she snorted and then flashed me a wide grin. A mischievous look twinkled in her hazel eyes. My legs felt like jelly in my faded jeans.

"Hey, wanna get a pizza?" I said, sounding stupid in my own ears. I had never felt so inept in front of a girl. There was something about Maddy, something intangible. Even though I knew she was different, was sexually open and free and wanted me, something about her weakened my knees.

Maddy laughed, slight dimples forming at the corners of her mouth. She grabbed my wrists with her hands and pulled me into the house. I devoured her with my eyes. She was tall and athletic, but her body still curved in all the right places, the bottom of her firm ass could be seen under the ragged end of her shorts: twin pale circles of mouth-watering flesh.

I imagined the sound of our trim and muscular bodies meeting: the wet smack of skin-on-skin. I visualized her naked, bent over, and driving into her, impaling her. How she would cry out as I fucked her: Yes! Yes! Yes!

Already, my penis hardened. I barely knew this girl, and yet everything was happening so quickly, so easily; it was a fantasy somehow given life. I was too stupid and too horny to question my luck.

Maddy led me to a checkered red-and-black couch. She turned, her face radiant, her eyes catching the attention of mine and holding it.

"Kneel," she said, and I did as I was told. She unbuttoned her shorts. They fell around her ankles. Her underwear quickly followed suit. My mouth filled with saliva. She sat down on the couch and opened her knees. Blood rushed to my head. I could see the lips of her vagina. She was completely shaved, smooth and pink.

"This will taste much better than pizza," she whispered. "Come here."

Dreamily, I moved between her legs.

"Now, take it slow. It's not a race. I want you to kiss me here," she said and pointed at the top of her thigh. I kissed her. She felt cool and soft on my lips.

"Now here," she said. Slightly lower. "Now here." Her inner thigh, the skin now warmer on my lips. "Now here."

My heart was going mad in my chest. It literally felt like it was going to burst. My mouth moved closer and closer to her femininity, her skin becoming hotter and hotter as I approached.

I heard her sigh, and I looked up. Her eyes were thin slits, barely open beneath her long, black lashes. The sleepy-eyed look somehow made her seem ever more seductive.

"Slowly. Softly. Put your mouth on me."

I did. My penis was a rock hard cylinder in my jeans.

"A little higher. Find my clit... it's a hard little nub... yeah, there.... Ohhhhhhhhhh."

I kissed it. Her need grew. I could smell it, and I could feel her moisture thickening on my chin.

"Flick it with your tongue," she whispered, her voice deep and breathless. My tongue darted out and caught her clitoris on its end. I alternated between flicking and swirling it in tiny circles. Maddy gave a quiet moan. Her delicate white skin began to blush red. Her breaths increased in pace.

"Ok, now carefully, tease me with your finger."

I did, slowly twirling my finger over her, then inserted just the tip into her wet warmth. She shivered, and I slipped my finger all the way into her. My head swam. I don't think I had ever been so turned on in my life, and it was all because Maddy was so turned on. I had never thought about how sexy, how hot it would be to see a woman so enthrall to what I was doing to her.

"Your mouth, yes, there, and your fingers in-and-out. Slow, slow," she sighed in shivery breaths.

I followed her instructions to the letter, concentrating on pleasuring her. My cock ached in my jeans, desperate to be let out, and I was pleasantly surprised by my own restraint. I was going to enjoy Maddy, not rush into our sex clumsily. With most other girls, I ended up finished before I could really get started.

Soon her body tensed. I looked up to see her eyes clenched shut, her mouth a thin white line of tension across her face, lips pressed together. Her cheeks burned red and hot. Her muscles coiled, her breathing increased, then suddenly stopped.

And then she cried out with a sharp squeal; her nails dug into my scalp; her knees slammed the sides of my head, colliding with my skull. I saw stars, went flailing backwards, and hit the floor.

Black. The absence of color. The absence of everything really because I was out of it for I don't know how long, at least a few seconds. When I fluttered my eyes open, Maddy was looking at me, her shiny womanhood glistening between her open legs.

"Get your shit together and fuck me," she demanded.

Sure, I'd just technically had some kind of concussion. Sure, I barely knew the girl. Sure, I had made passionate love to her mother, and she didn't seem to mind. All of these absurdities were secondary to the fact that Maddy was beautiful and sexy and wanted me. I struggled to my feet and limped towards her.

My erect cock led me like the cane of a blind man. I felt her hands on me, pulling me close, and then I was lost in the tangle of flames of her red hair. A hand clutched my ass; another took a hold of me and guided me.

I clenched my teeth shut hard, almost painfully. I heard Maddy screech, and I felt her warmth encase me, wet and thick and tight. My eyes went useless for a moment. When they worked again, the scene under me seemed surreal, dream-like... fantastic in the truest sense of the world.

Maddy's face matched her hair, her skin flushed a deep red. Her hazel eyes were open, sparkling, looking up, challenging. Her pigtails were swishing swaths of color. Her legs wrapped around me, and I couldn't help but look down and make sure that, yes, my penis really was inside of her, down to the hilt.

The back of my mind told me that this was not what I wanted. I ached for this girl. I shouldn't let our first time be cheap, rough, and meaningless. This was fucking, not love. I should have had to romance her, should have made it special. But this was my brain talking, and I had shut that off for the night. My cock was running the show at the moment, and there was no way it was going to give Maddy up because of some made-up abstract concept like love- if that's even what I was feeling.

"Yes, harder," she groaned, and I felt my muscles screaming, sore and tight, and yet I gave her all I had and more, desperate to impress her, to please her, to give her what she wanted.

My crotch felt moist and sticky with her. Our bodies rippled with impact as we met again and again. The world was a dream, and it seemed as if I slipped in and out of it. I was in Maddy; I was out of consciousness; I pulled out of Maddy; reality twirled and whipped like a ribbon caught in a gust of wind.

Maddy gnashed her teeth, her body clenched, and she cried, "YESSSSS!"

Something in my mind broke. My knees went weak. Life drained out of me. I swooned. Light became darkness...

I came to consciousness in the yard, stumbling through a row of bushes; my knees were raw and bleeding as though I'd had a spill on some gravel. My head throbbed. I could feel my eyes pulsating in their sockets, a sensation that was both surreal and horrifying.

I collapsed and got a face full of grass. On cue, the lawn sprinklers whisked on, and I was suddenly soaked, exhausted, and covered in a tapestry of itchy grass and bloody scratches. I tried to sort through what had happened. I had been with Maddy, in virtual heaven, and then, unexplainably, I was in the yard. In the yard, doing what? Picking daisies?

Fugue: the word came to me from something I had read once. Probably some stupid suspense novel for a book report. But that was what fit. Fugue. I'd had some kind of episode where I had lost consciousness and wandered in a state between waking and sleep.

If that was the case, why hadn't Maddy stopped me?

I tried to pull myself up, but my body didn't respond. Every muscle was useless. Much like Santa Claus, I was not much more than a bowl full of jelly.

I heard someone making their way towards me, slushy footsteps on the wet grass. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a hand reach down towards me, but I was so tired, I couldn't even turn my head to get a better look.

"Holy shit, they did a number on you already," a voice said. It was unfamiliar but definitely female. I felt the person's hands wrap around my wrists. I blinked and tried to get a look at the source of the voice. Beads of water dripping from my lashes obscured my vision.

"You're going to have to help me, bud. Whatever gas you have left in the tank, now is the time to use it," the woman said, and then she was yanking me up. I managed to get my legs under me, wobbly but sturdy enough to keep upright.

She led me towards my house. I wondered how she knew where I lived, and then I remembered the truck from earlier in the night, the one parked across the street and the dark silhouette sitting inside of it. Had this woman been watching me?

When we came to the front door, she asked, "Got a key?"

"Unlocked," I rasped, and she pushed open the door. We walked, with her basically dragging me, through the house. In the living room, she steered me to the couch, and I slumped in it. Breathless, I peeled my eyes open enough to examine the stranger.

Immediately, I noticed the family resemblance: the seductive lips, the long, aquiline nose with a smatter of freckles across it, the sparkly eyes that were green like her mothers rather than the hazel of her sisters. But this woman was unique, too. The main difference was the depth of her eyes, the circles under them, and the seriousness of her expression.

Maddy made you think of laughter and sex. This woman was frowns and secrets.

"Her sister," I said with an effort.

She shook her head. "That thing next door is not my sister."

I blinked.

"We have a lot to talk about. Why don't I get us something to drink? The kitchen..."

I pointed in the direction, and the woman clomped off. I noticed she wore heavy-duty work boots. To complete the ensemble, she had on a dark blue shirt, buttoned up, the kind of shirt they always showed mechanics wearing in the movies. When she came back, I half expected to see a patch with her name on it sewn above her left breast. Between the boots, the shirt, and her faded jeans, it seemed like she was dressed for serious work.

My mind drifted in and out, and when I felt a glass being pressed into my hand, I started. A flash of confused panic shot through me, and then I remembered where I was and how I had got there. The woman looked down at me with what appeared to be a mix of concern and disgust.

"Thanks," I said. The glass felt heavy, too heavy. With a concerted effort, I brought it to my lips. Cold water sloshed into my mouth and down my throat. I didn't realize how parched I felt. My muscles trembled as I set the glass upon the coffee table with a clumsy thud. I had trouble believing that my arms were so weak. It's not like I had been doing any heavy lifting during sex with Maddy.

"How do you feel?" the woman asked.

"Tired and..."

"Drained?" she finished.

I nodded. Drained. It was the perfect description for my current state.

"That's what they do," she said.

"They?"

She nodded and said, "I am going to tell you what I'm doing here, and I don't want you to interrupt until I'm finished."

She waited for me to respond, perhaps to protest. Instead, I shrugged and gave a weak nod. It seemed easier than the energy it would have taken to form words.

"I'm Sarah Tasker, Maddy's older sister. Only the person next door to you is not Maddy," she paused, looked down at her glass of what looked to be one of Dad's beers, and shook her head. Her eyes wandered. Her tongue clicked. She seemed lost in thought, and then the words found her.

"Where the hell to begin," she murmured. "I was away at college. I get a phone call from Maddy one day telling me about some neighbors that had moved in next door. One of them was a boy, a bit older than Maddy, very cute, she said."

At this point she stopped and asked, "Sound familiar?"

All I could manage was an indifferent sigh. I didn't know what to make of anything yet. Two days ago I'd met Maddy and already I had fucked her, her Mom, and apparently been stalked by her sister. All I knew was that I was in some weird shit.

"The next phone call was from Mom. She was worried about Maddy. She couldn't get Maddy out of bed. She was afraid something was wrong with her. And then she'd caught Maddy sneaking out, sneaking out to meet the boy next door."

That confirmed at least some of my suspicions. Maddy was a slut. I predicted the next part of the story would be the description of a family blow-up leading to Maddy's parents' decision to move if only to get her away from the bad boy next door.

"I didn't hear from them for a few weeks. When I called and someone finally answered, it was Maddy. She didn't sound like herself. She told me not to call back. She hung up on me. By then it was time for finals. When I made my way home for the summer, guess what? They were gone. Gone without a trace. The entire house packed up and empty. And they hadn't even told me that they were moving or where they were going. Weird, right?"

This time I managed a nod in agreement. That was weird, all right.

"So I went to meet these neighbors, the ones with the cute boy Maddy's age. Only, they were gone, too. No one home. I waited and waited. No one showed up. I stayed with one of my friends from high school. He and I broke into the neighbors' house. We found bodies in the basement."

My stomach dropped. The word "weird" was no longer adept to sum things up. The story had now officially become "fucked up."

"They didn't look like bodies. They looked like mummies, a thousand years old and shriveled up. A man, a woman, and a boy from what we could make out. A boy probably around Maddy's age. They looked like they had been sucked dry by a pack of vampires."

The woman, Sarah, moved her eyes up from her glass and held my glare. I figured her story was bullshit, but when she looked at me and caught me with those eyes, I knew she told the truth. Either that or she was bat-shit crazy. I would have guessed crazy, but my own experience, the shivery, trembling sack of goo I presently called a body, was proof enough. But I couldn't bring myself to believe her words.

Instead, I croaked, "Vampires?" My voice, though raspy, dripped with sarcasm.

"Not vampires. Something else," she replied. I raised my eyebrows and said nothing.

Sarah chugged the beer that she had helped herself from my Dad's stash. She wiped a sleeve across her lip and nodded as if she had expected nothing less. Her face looked worn, aged. It was not the face of your typical college sorority girl.