The Girl Next Door Ch 04 3

Chapter 4: Jenna in the Hoodie

Nick's dick was sore when he woke up--and still hard.

He sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, staring at the bikini top on his dresser like it might bite him. He hadn't imagined Savannah. Or Amber. Or Claire. They were real. They had to be. He'd felt them. Smelled them. Tasted them.

But then they were gone. Erased. Like memories that left souvenirs behind.

Every girl looked eighteen. Every girl had the same name from his past. Every girl acted like they didn't know him.

And still... every morning, a new knock.

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knock knock knock

Nick stood at the front door in just boxers and a T-shirt. He didn't care anymore.

He opened it--and his heart thudded once in recognition.

Jenna Marsh.

Sort of.

She stood with her hands tucked into the sleeves of an oversized zip-up hoodie. The kind you steal from a boyfriend. It came down just far enough to maybe cover her ass. Her legs were bare. Her hair was messy--chestnut brown and twisted into a lazy bun. Glasses. No makeup. Soft lips. Nervous smile.

"Hey..." she said. "I, um... I just moved in next door? My Wi-Fi's not hooked up yet. Any chance I could hang out here for a bit?"

Nick blinked.

This version of Jenna was quiet. Geeky. Still gorgeous, but in that "don't-look-at-me" kind of way.

And it hit him like a train: freshman year of college. She lived on his floor. They bonded over Halo 3 and energy drinks. One night during a 12-hour gaming binge, she'd crawled into his lap and unzipped his pants without saying a word.

She gave him his first blowjob.

Sweet. Clumsy. Passionate.

After that, she ghosted him.

He'd never stopped thinking about it.

Now here she was--18 again, holding a Switch and wearing nothing but a hoodie and socks, asking to come inside.

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Nick stepped aside.

"Make yourself at home."

She walked past, eyes scanning the living room like she was casing the joint.

"I won't take up too much time," she said. "Just wanna finish this level."

Nick's eyes dropped to the curve of her ass under the hoodie. Nothing underneath.

Definitely nothing.

Jenna dropped onto the couch, legs folded under her, and booted up the game like she'd done it a thousand times.

"You play?" she asked, glancing up at him.

Nick sat down beside her. "I used to."

"Come on then. Two-player."

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Twenty minutes later, she was pressed against his side, controller in hand, giggling at her own kills. Her bare thigh touched his. Her foot rested on his. She smelled like coconut lotion and shampoo.

Nick couldn't focus on the game.

And Jenna noticed.

"Something wrong, neighbor?"

He turned his head. She was closer than she'd been a second ago.

"Just distracted."

"By me?"

She smiled, slow and wicked.

Then she dropped her controller into his lap and climbed over him.

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"You gonna stop me?" she whispered.

"Nope."

Her hoodie came off.

No bra. No panties.

Just soft curves, perky tits, a tiny tattoo under her ribs--three hearts in pixel art.

She straddled him and kissed him--slow, building, like foreplay was a game she loved playing. Her hips rocked against his crotch as she unzipped his shorts and freed his cock.

"God, I forgot how big you are," she whispered.

"You remember?"

Jenna paused. Blushed. "No... I mean... I didn't mean it like that..."

But her body knew.

Her mouth knew.

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She sucked him on the couch with slow, messy, devoted strokes--eyes locked on his, her lips wet and eager. Nick groaned, fingers buried in her hair, watching her bob and suck and moan like she needed it.

Then she climbed into his lap and slid down onto him, her pussy tight and soaked, her mouth hanging open in stunned pleasure.

"Oh my God..." she gasped. "Why does that feel so good?"

Nick held her hips and thrust upward. "Because we've done this before."

She froze. Looked at him.

"What?"

Then she started to ride him--slow at first, then faster, losing herself in the rhythm, forgetting what he said.

She came hard, twice, crying out into his shoulder.

They fucked on the floor. Against the wall. In his office chair while the game's victory screen blinked behind them.

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Afterward, she wore his T-shirt and curled up next to him on the rug.

"I feel like I know you," she said softly.

Nick didn't reply.

Jenna kissed his cheek. "Thanks for the... bandwidth."

She winked. Got dressed. Left.

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The next morning, Nick opened his console.

There was a save file he didn't remember creating.

JENNA -- 69% COMPLETE