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James was very well travelled for a 19 year old; born in Paris, he had lived in France, America and now England, but for all he had seen and done, he couldn't seem to find happiness in his life. Since his brother had left for boarding school he had felt very isolated living out in the country with his parents, wishing, but unable, to meet up with his friends regularly. Not all too long ago James learned that his high school crush was moving to the village and he felt at last that his fortunes were improving. Lana was beautiful; she was 5 foot 7, slender with pert medium-sized breasts, shimmering blue eyes and blonde hair that fell gracefully about her shoulders. She was a year younger than James, but they had met on numerous occasions in and around school and texted each other from time to time. He would have gladly welcomed news of any one of his friends moving out into the country, but none more so than Lana.
He hadn't been able to keep her off his mind since he had heard the news and couldn't wait for the day to come. The two had been chatting at school more often recently, as James told her all about the village and what there was to do around there. Okay, so that turned out to be a pretty quick conversation, there was no denying it, there was nothing to do in his village, but for whatever reason she seemed nearly as excited as he was. James had offered to help her family unpack and shift furniture when they moved; an offer Lana and her family gladly accepted.
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The day arrived, but the weather was not cooperating; the April rains lashed down on the houses and the wind gusted through the tall trees, howling as it weaved between their still leafless branches. James didn't care. Localised tornadoes, earthquakes and volcanic eruptions couldn't have dampened his mood. He had been up early to get himself ready to help Lana's family. It was still morning and he found himself staring into a floor-length mirror, admiring the results of those hours in the gym. James was 5 foot 10, with an athletic build, piercing brown eyes and thick brown hair. Frantically digging through the recesses of his drawer he pulled out an array of his favourite clothes to put on for the meeting with his new neighbour. Black Calvin Klein boxers that hugged his toned waist line and supported his package comfortably, teal blue Levi 501 jeans that accentuated his muscular thighs and peachy ass, a brown belt with a large metal buckle with the Hugo Boss logo emblazoned on it, a pair of soft socks and his brown slip-on shoes. James took a moment to admire himself before slipping on his best white Ralph Lauren t-shirt with low cut sleeves. A spritz of Davidoff cologne and he was ready.
James strolled along the paving stones bridging the road and their lawn up to the front door before pausing a moment to take a deep breath, conscious that the rain water was washing away his fragrant scent. He knocked on the door, only to be greeted by Lana's father; a man of similar build to himself only slightly taller and with a greying head of hair.
"Please come in James, and do excuse the mess, it's been a hectic morning. We're waiting on the moving van to get back with the next set of boxes so until then please make yourself at home."
Affording himself a moment to take in the surroundings James glanced around the entry hall; it was spacious and flooded with natural light. The walls were bare and a group of half-opened boxes cluttered the floor.
"Lana!!! He's here!" shouted her father up the winding staircase. "She'll be in her room unpacking, why don't you go give her a hand until more boxes arrive?" he suggested.
Hardly needing an excuse to go and see her straight away, James made his way up the carpeted staircase, finding himself on a landing with one hallway branching off to the right and one to the left. Peering down to his right he saw a pin-up of George Clooney on the door at the end. Recognising Lana's favourite Hollywood actor he assumed that this would be her bedroom where she would be unpacking her belongings. James walked up to her door, stopping to listen for a moment before knocking...silence. He knocked. There was no response. Tentatively pushing the door open he stepped into the room. Directly across from him was a bed frame without a mattress and beside it on the floor lay a pile of unopened boxes. James moved towards the bed frame, looking to his left as he went, spotting a window with a view to the back yard. Then he turned to his right and there, standing before the sink in the ensuite bathroom was Lana. She was bending over forwards to pull up her jeans, permitting him a glimpse of her elegant toned legs and firm ass cheeks covered by black panties. As she pulled the jeans up she spied him in the mirror above the basin and turned around, somewhat flushed, with just her black matching bra to cover her beautiful teenage breasts. James, caught between desire and embarrassment, averted his gaze, stammering, "I'm, I'm sorry Lana, it's just, your Dad said I would find you unpacking."
She flashed him a cheeky smile and, turning back into the bathroom to fetch her blouse, she said, "That's alright Jamesy... I won't bite."
He could feel the blood rushing through his veins as he saw her pull the tight white blouse over her chest, moulding itself around her perky assets and her flat tummy. An erection was forming in his boxers and he knew he had to try and suppress it. Lana took a moment to play with her smooth blonde hair in the mirror before turning again to face James. She was stunningly gorgeous and he wanted her more than anything. She sauntered up to him and gave him a warm embrace. He could feel the firmness of her breasts against his strong chest just as surely as she could no doubt feel the growing bulge in his jeans.