Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Talk Soon,
Susie “the Kid” From Next Door
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I read the sentences over and over again in disbelief. I have so many confusing feelings racing through me. How can someone so young turn me on like no one else has before? I can’t stop reading her sassy, flirtatious note. High school or not, she knows exactly what she wants, and this letter says so.
I’m so caught up rereading the note that it takes me a second to realize there is something taped to the back. I flip it over and am shocked by what I see.
Holy fuck. It’s a picture of Susie, but not just any picture. I pull it free from the back of the letter and hold it in my hands, my fingers trembling. The picture is a Polaroid, like it was taken on an old camera, but it’s not the format that’s making me hard. It’s Susie, sitting in the middle of her bed, on her knees, legs open. All she has on is a V-neck t-shirt and the valley is cut so deep that I can see the space right between her enormous breasts. I close my eyes and imagine my face sitting in that valley, surrounded by her warmth and feeling her heartbeat against my cheek.
I open my eyes and stare at the picture again, mesmerized by her beauty. Her long brown tresses dance down her shoulders and spill onto the white of the t-shirt. Her chocolate eyes stare deep into my soul, calling out to me. I picture her thick ass sitting on top of her sheets, posing to send me this picture. Does she have panties on? I can’t tell because the t-shirt’s pulled low over her pussy, but my guess is that she’s totally bare, staring at me with a smirk on those gorgeous lips.
What the fuck. What the fuckity fuck. I bet her parents have no idea they have a naughty little minx sleeping under their roof. Sending dirty photos to the older man who lives next door too.
Hell, she probably walks around all innocent and ladylike, but I know the real Susie. She’s utter temptation, and can’t wait for me to serve her everything on the menu.
I can’t help but imagine myself under her. The curvy girl is sitting on me, her round and plump ass bouncing up and down on my thighs. I see myself grabbing her slim waist and slamming her down on top of me over and over again until she moans and gushes all over my cock. Then, I’ll turn her around and paddle that juicy bottom a bit before testing her back hole for a deeply pleasurable experience.
Oh shit. When I open my eyes, I look down and see a full erection. I’m embarrassed and hope my roommate doesn’t come in. But I’m so turned on that I have to relieve myself. I get up and swiftly move across the room, locking the door for some privacy.
I get back to my bunk and lay down on my back, unbuckling my pants and sliding them down to my ankles. I push my briefs around my thighs, freeing my hard dick from its confinement. I’m throbbing and grab myself, staring intently at Susie’s picture. I close my eyes and imagine sucking those pink, puffy nipples between my lips. I see myself grabbing her ass and pulling her curvy, warm, soft body close to mine. I open my eyes and grab the note and smell the vanilla again.
Her scent on the paper sends me over the edge as I move quicker and quicker, grabbing my erection with a tight grip. I stroke myself back and forth, imagining it’s Susie bouncing on top of me. I see her hair wildly framing her face and flipping from side to side while her breasts dance before my eyes. She climaxes in my imagination, just as I finish and erupt all over my thighs.
I fall back on the bed, relieved, but still not satisfied. My hand is nothing compared to what Susie will be like. Fuck it. I don’t care if she’s in high school because by the time I get back, she won’t be. I want her like I’ve never wanted anything or anyone before. The ache in the pit of my stomach continues to grow as I dream about her again.
But this is getting me nowhere. Nothing I do can compare to the curvy girl in person, so with a grunt, I get up. I wipe myself down and then find a nice hiding spot for the picture and the note. Then I devour the cookies, and fall back onto my bunk, dreaming of Susie “the Kid” From Next Door.
5
Susie
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I pace back and forth in my room anxiously. It’s been a week since I sent Brady that care package and I haven’t heard anything back. I tried to take deep breaths and remind myself that Afghanistan is a long ways away and he’s probably been busy. He’s on the front lines, for crying out loud. My needs and wants pale in comparison to what he’s going through.