The Girl Across the Room, My Neighbor

Her hair cascaded down her back like a river of gold. Her eyes danced with a mix of pain and joy, and when she smiled, it was as if she shared a secret with the world. Every movement she made was deliberate, a symphony of elegance that drew me in. The way her wrist arched as she picked up a pen was a work of art.

I found myself transfixed, unable to look away from her vibrant presence. I knew I shouldn’t be, that it wasn’t right to feel this way about her. But I’d never felt this way about anyone before, and it was intoxicating. It was exhilarating, yet terrifying.

She caught me staring on more than one occasion, her smile a subtle acknowledgement that she knew I’d been thinking about her. I’d imagine the blush that spread across her cheeks, the way her eyes sparkled with amusement. I spent the next week lost in those thoughts, my mind consumed by the what-ifs.

Her name was a mystery to me, a secret she kept hidden. I was too scared to get close, too afraid that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from reaching out to her. But somehow, she knew mine.

I’d been falling for her from afar for five months, and it had consumed me. I’d thought about dropping out of college just to get away from her, to escape the feelings that threatened to overwhelm me. But I wanted to see her, to be close to her.

I was lost in thought, walking down the hallway towards my dorm room, when I heard someone call my name.

“Junie! Juniper!” I turned, confused, and there she was. I froze, taken aback by her presence. My name on her lips was like a spark of electricity, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice a gentle concern that melted my defenses.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine,” I stammered, trying to play it cool. But she just smiled, and I felt my heart flutter in response.

“Well, listen, I know we’ve never really hung out or talked before, but I’m having a party tonight, and I wanted to invite you,” she said, her words tumbling out effortlessly. I could sense a hint of panic behind her eyes, but I pushed it aside.

“You’re inviting me?” I asked, feeling like a fool.

“I’d love for you to come,” she said, her smile growing wider. “You should socialize more! Please tell me you’ll come!”

“Um, sure. Yeah, I’ll be there,” I said, my stomach dropping with each word. I was terrified, unsure of what to expect.

She hugged me, and I was caught off guard. I didn’t hug her back, but she wrapped me up tight anyway, her breasts pressing against mine. She smelled like sandalwood, and I felt a pang of desire.

I stood there for a few minutes, trying to process what had just happened. I ran into my room, digging through my closet to decide what to wear. I finally settled on a pair of hip-hugging jeans and a dark blue peasant blouse.

I showered, washing, re-washing, and shaving. I put on lotion, perfume, and brushed my hair, letting it fall wild and untamed. I sat on my bathroom counter, doing my makeup, trying to calm my nerves.

I heard music start, and the sound of people talking down the hall. I knew the party was in full swing, and I stood at my door, wondering if I should really go. I don’t know how long I stood there, but I know the party was in full swing by the time I opened my door.

It was at the opposite end of the hall, the party spilling out into the corridor. I could feel the bass pulsing through the air, and I walked slowly down the hall, each step taking an eternity.

Then I felt someone’s arm loop through mine.

“You came!” she exclaimed, her big, glowing smile lighting up the hallway. She was wearing a knee-length, flowy blood-red dress, her hair curled and shining against the fabric.

I couldn’t help but smile back at her, feeling a sense of wonder at her beauty. She didn’t have any makeup on, and she was still the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

I realized I’d sped up while walking with her, and we reached her dorm quickly. My heart dropped, knowing that she’d let go of me and I’d lose her to the party. But she held on, leading me to the counter where all the drinks were.

She poured two cups and handed one to me. I took a large gulp, hoping to calm my nerves. I decided I should probably say something.

“What’s your name?” I asked her, feeling a sense of embarrassment that she’d somehow figured out mine.

“Hera,” she replied, holding out her hand to shake. I don’t know what came over me. I took her hand and brought it to my lips, brushing them across her knuckles.

“Like the goddess,” I said, smiling at her. “Nice to finally meet you, Hera.”

She blushed, and I watched it travel from her cheeks and down her neck, then across her pale chest. I looked back up at her eyes, and her cheeks got even redder, as if she’d been watching me watch her blush.

“It’s okay,” she said, smiling at me. “You don’t have to go. I don’t judge.”

“Come dance with me!” she exclaimed, pulling me into the throng of dancing people. She put her hands on my waist, but stayed apart from me, her body moving with the music.

I just stood there, stupidly, until she laughed and grabbed my hands, placing them on her waist. She returned hers to mine, and I moved with her, my body responding to the beat.

At some point, I gave in, and lost myself to the music. We danced for what seemed like an eternity, our bodies sliding against each other in rhythm. I felt one of her hands slide underneath the back of my shirt, and then her soft, long fingers were trailing up my spine, sending shivers down to my toes.

I gasped, and she smiled, bringing me in even closer so that her face was against my neck. I felt her soft lips just barely brush against my skin, and I let out a small, involuntary moan.

The next thing I knew, she was leading me back into the hallway, and then to my room. She looked at me, and her smile was filled with even more secrets, her eyes lighting up with desire.

I opened my door, and she immediately led me in, shutting and locking the door behind us. She led me to my bed, and we stood next to it, our bodies touching.

I was suddenly terrified and unsure, but she took my hand, and brought it to her lips for a soft kiss. I let out a shaky breath, and she took my waist again, her other hand coming up to my face and stroking along my jawline.

I gasped, and she leaned in, pressing her soft lips against mine. Her lips were sweeter than anything I’d ever tasted, and I kissed her back, eager to drink in her taste.

Her tongue flicked across my lips, and I parted them, moaning low as she rubbed her tongue against mine. As we kissed, she moved her hands, and began unbuttoning my jeans. Then she pulled away from the kiss, her body lowering as she pulled my pants down my legs.

I stepped out of them, and she smiled up at me as she leaned in and kissed my thigh. She came back up, kissing me quickly, and then sat me down on the edge of the bed.

I pulled my shirt and bra over my head, and threw them to the ground. She smiled, and slid the straps of her dress down her arms, then slowly down her body.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, just a thin black thong. I stared, unashamed, my eyes drinking in her beauty. Her body was perfect, a work of art that left me breathless.

She came back towards me, her hands cupping my face as she straddled me. Our bare breasts pressed together, and I moaned, suddenly very aware of how wet my panties were. One of her hands slid down my spine, and I shivered against her, my back arching slightly.

She kissed me again, as she started slowly gyrating her hips. I placed my hands on her hips, my fingertips digging into her soft skin as I guided her. She moaned, and it became too much for me. I buried my face in her neck, as the waves of my orgasm rushed over me.

My body shook against hers, and she held me, her hips moving frantically against me. Finally, the waves subsided, and we continued holding each other tightly, our breaths slowing.

She finally pulled away, gently pushing me so that I was lying on my back. She climbed off of me, standing at the edge of the bed. She leaned over me, and I lifted my hips so she could pull my panties down.

She scooted me down a little, so that my ass was right on the edge of the bed, then she got on her knees. She smiled at me, as she spread my legs, and then she looked down to admire me.

I felt my skin grow hot, as she stared. She bit her lip, and I closed my eyes, unable to take her gaze.

Then I felt those soft lips against the inside of my thigh, and my back arched slightly as I gasped. Her lips traveled up my thigh, kissing and licking their way to right above my clit.

I panted and whimpered, desperate to feel her tongue touch me. Finally, I felt her tongue flick my clit ever so slightly, and I squeaked, my hands balling up the blankets on the bed.

She flicked it a little bit harder, and I arched, lifting my hips to give her better access. Her fleshy tongue pressed against my clit, and wriggled, causing me to whimper and squirm against her mouth.

She slid her hands underneath me, and gripped my ass, pulling me against her as she sucked my clit into her mouth and vibrated her jaw. I screamed for her as I orgasmed again, my body shaking and my thighs clenching around her head.

She moaned against my clit, and the waves hit me even harder. My back arched as far as it would go, and still she held on to me, her beautiful face getting covered in my juices.

Finally, my breath slowed, and my back lay flat against the bed again. I looked down at her, as she pulled away from me, her chin gleaming. I reached down and cupped her cheek, bringing her up to me.

Our bodies pressed together as we kissed passionately. I could taste myself, and moaned against her lips. Her hips pressed into me, and I raised mine for her.

She let out a small, sweet moan, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I rolled us over, pulling her quickly to the edge of the bed, and ripping her thin thong off of her, eliciting a pleasured gasp from her.

I spread her legs apart, and instantly moaned at the sight of her. She looked like she had almost never been touched. She was clean-shaven, and the pretty pink petals of her lips just barely parted to show her opening.

I rubbed my hands up and down her thighs, admiring her for as long as I could stand. I leaned into her, allowing my breath to tickle over her clit. She squirmed, a whimper just escaping her lips.

Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer, and I buried my face between her legs. She let out a long, low moan, her hips immediately raising up for me.

I made happy little moans against her softness. Her wetness tasted even sweeter than her kiss, and I couldn’t get enough of her. I ran my tongue in circles on her clit, and her legs began shaking.

I gripped her by the thighs as I licked down between her wet lips, and slid my tongue inside her. She screamed for me, and her legs shook harder. I felt a rush of juices flow into my mouth as she began spasming around my tongue.

I tongue-fucked her even harder, enjoying the way her body shook and squirmed for me. She sighed my name as her body spasmed one last time, and I knew I’d never let her go.

As I lay there, my body relaxed and sated, she pulled my face to hers for a soft, languid kiss. The taste of her juices lingered on my chin, and she gently licked them off, her smile spreading across her face.

She sat up, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and said, “Hmm… Let me guess…” Her gaze roamed the room, before she reached over and opened the bottom drawer of my bedside table.

Her smile grew wider as she pulled out the toy, and she exclaimed, “Bigger than I expected.” She winked at me, and I felt my face grow hot with a blush.

She spread my legs apart, positioning herself between them, and rubbed the toy between my soaked lips. Her eyes locked onto mine, and she bit her lip, her expression a mixture of excitement and desire.

Slowly, she pushed the toy against my opening, and I moaned as it stretched me. The head of the toy slipped inside, and she repositioned herself, holding the toy as if it were her own cock.

She smiled that gorgeous smile at me again, and pushed further inside me, the large toy stretching me wide. My back arched, and my arms flailed out, reaching for something to grip onto.

She took my wrists in her free hand, holding them together above my head as she started to gyrate her hips. My moans grew louder and more insistent, and with each cry from my lips, she fucked me a little harder.

I wrapped my legs around her hips, pulling her further into me, and she leaned down to suck my nipple into her mouth. Her hips bucked against me wildly, fucking me into a state of pure bliss.

I screamed her name, my pussy gripping the toy as I orgasmed yet again. She buried her face in my cleavage, moaning against the skin of my breasts as the waves rode over me.

We lay there for what seemed like an eternity, her head rising and falling quickly with my chest. She had finally released my wrists, and I reached down to stroke her hair, our bodies still entwined as we drifted off to sleep together.