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What to do when the girl next door is all grown up and looking for fun? How do say no? I couldn't.
All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.
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They'd been our neighbors for over 9 years. We'd both moved into the community when it was first built, and watched as it filled out and grew, as did our children, moving up from elementary school through middle school and into high school.
We were as close as most neighbors could be, easily at home with each other, free to come and go in each other's yards and garages, and even into the house. Our only child and their youngest, Cory, were only a year apart. Cory was almost like an older brother to our Dani, easing her way through the transition from elementary into middle school.
The wives were best friends, talking every day, walking evenings, and shopping together. Rob and I were casual friends, hanging out in social situations, but nowhere near as close as the women.
But this story is not about them. It's about their hellion of a daughter, who I'd had the opportunity to watch grow into a mouth-watering little hottie. She'd been a nice girl when she was just getting into high school, but a change of friends, and a change in values had slowly morphed her into something else. She was always in trouble now, sneaking around, lying, getting bad grades, all the stuff you hope will never happen to your kid.
She'd also changed physically. She'd never gotten tall, still only about 5'2 or so, and was achingly pretty. She spent the whole summer in our backyard pools, and I had memorized every inch of that sinful young body. She was slender, almost skinny, and her boobs had finally grown in. She had a very narrow waist, almost no belly, and the tight, sleek legs and ass of youth. It was the look that all the teens were trying for, and little Holly had nailed it.
It was the early days of summer, and I was staying busy. I'd just finished a customer lunch visit, and was home early. As I got out of my truck, SHE was there, helping herself to a soda from the garage fridge.
"Hi, Mr. K," she said with a smile, as she stood dripping in the garage, a Coke Zero in her hand. "I hope you don't mind." She waved the soda in her hand.
"Of course not Holly. You're welcome any time." I tried not to stare at her tempting body, barely clad in her white string bikini.
"Mom wanted to know if you could come over and check out my computer again; it's working really slow."
"If you let me get settled in, I can be over in a few minutes, OK?"
"Great! You can come around the back."
I unloaded my stuff, checked my email, and dressed down. Shorts and a T-shirt were good enough; I hoped to hit the gym afterwards, if this wasn't another one of those multi-hour sanitations their computers sometimes required. I grabbed a cold one out of the fridge and headed over with my PC-repair USB in hand.
Holly was completely out of control. I don't blame it all on her - her mother should shoulder most of the responsibility for what she was becoming. She was more interested in being a friend, than being a mom, and was living vicariously through her popular daughters wild activities.
Every time I was on her computer, it was full of malware. She didn't have the sense to clear her history or logs, and I was at first stunned to see how much time a teenage girl would spend on porn sites. A lot of the sites she visited were questionable. A few months ago she'd started in on the video cam stuff as well. Right in her My Documents directory I had found almost 20 Gig of videos of her. Apparently she really liked dressing as skimpily as possible, and dancing in front of her cam. Her cousin Sara seemed to join her quite often. She'd filled her machine up and convinced her mom to buy her a new huge external drive. I was conned into installing it, ever the good, helpful neighbor.
That was the first time I started thinking of little Holly as more than just a little girl.
I let myself into the backyard, and Holly was laying on her back, topless. Her breasts, though not large, were full enough, and her little pink nipples were standing tall. The little tease had flashed me a couple of times before, but this was beyond anything so far. She just lay there smiling at me, absorbing the sun and my stare. Her breasts looked incredible, with the tan lines creating a white triangle on each, her nipples off center, but attention grabbing.
She stretched as she stood up at my approach, disdaining any effort to become more presentable. "God, I love the sun. Don't you Mr. K?"
"I do. It beats the heck out of overcast and rain."
She giggled. "You don't have to say 'heck' around me. I think I'm grown up enough to hear the word 'hell'. Don't you think I'm grown up?" Her girlish stance, her extended arms clasped behind her back, pushing those tempting titties forward, spoke just the opposite. She was still a girl, in a woman's body.
I let my eyes roam her body, knowing how wrong it was. "Yes, Holly, you are very grown up."
Her laugh was like silver bells, as she bounced onto her toes and almost skipped to the door. "Follow me."
It wasn't like I didn't know where her computer was. I'd been in their house at least once a week for years. And I'd been taking care of her computer issues since she was old enough to use a keyboard.
I got seated at the computer desk in her room, and gave it a quick manual scan. Yep. Somehow she'd gotten it infected again, and her anti-virus wasn't working.
"Every time I use the Internet, I get lots of those stupid windows popping up, and they just never seem to stop." She was right behind me, leaning over my shoulder, and pointing to the screen. She was still topless, and her left breast was almost in my face. I was sporting a painful erection which didn't look like it would be going away anytime soon.
I loaded my software to scan and clean the computer. "I'm going to run this program to find out what we have on here, and see if I can clean it up that way."
I looked up into the mirror above the desk to see Holly peeling off her bikini bottom. The stark white of her previously covered skin contrasted strongly with her deep tan. Her breasts were somewhere in between, reminding me she probably tanned topless with some frequency.
"I've got to take this off before I get my bed or chair wet," she explained, standing behind me naked as the day she was born. She went over to the corner, where I could see her out of the corner of my eye, and grabbed a towel off the chair, which she started drying herself off with.
My hands trembled as I pressed the button that started the scan. Almost immediately a threat notification popped up. She moved up behind me again, leaning into me this time, as she looked at the screen.
"Yep," I confirmed, "two viruses already, this will probably take a while." As I turned, once more her breast was in my face. I let my face brush against it.
"Oh, I'm sorry Mr. K.," she said softly, "does that bother you?"
