Nora’s Tale: 1 – I Meet the Neighbor

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The alarm clock woke me early Saturday morning, wrenching me from a delicious dream. I cursed the beeping monster and my bright idea to keep it on the other side of my loft bedroom. Each shrill was a mocking cackle, reminding me that I had been so close to the dreamy climax I would never now reach. Rolling out of bed, I could feel my wetness drip down my legs. My inner thighs gliding slickly against one another as I crossed the floor to turn off my alarm clock. When it was mercifully silenced, I immediately plunged my hand down my shorts to feel the slick, puffy lips of my pussy. A jolt of pleasure took me by surprise, and I laughed to myself, scooping the excess juice into my cupped hand. This would not do. I couldn’t go on my morning run lamenting the elusive peak of my pleasure. If I was efficient enough – and testing myself by brushing my clit, I definitely thought I could be – I would finish in time to squeeze in a five kilometer run before going to work. Without wasting another moment, I grabbed my hairbrush from my dresser and ran up the stairs leading to the roof deck. This was my favorite spot for many reasons, one of which being that I could touch myself with even more privacy than in my bedroom while still feeling the false-danger that I could be seen. We weren’t the only house with a deck on the block, but ours was the only one this high above ground. The house next door did have a tiny attic room with a window at the same height which might have caused some concern had the house not been empty for the past year. I threw myself in one of the Adirondack chairs, yanking my shorts down. As soon as I touched the tip of my finger to my clit, it began to throb. Apparently I had been closer to coming in my sleep than I had thought. I circled my nub slowly, building up a little fire inside me. With my other hand, I rested my hairbrush on the arm of the chair and pushed up underneath my cami to grasp my braless breast. I massaged it slowly and firmly at first, keeping pace with my other hand, before catching my hardened nipple between my thumb and forefinger. For every circle of my clit, I gave my nipple a tweak, then began to alternate between breasts. I could feel my body getting ready to give way, the walls of my pussy swelling against each other. Taking the brush back up in my hand, I paused my teasing assault on my clit long enough to run the ridged handle up and down my lips, coating it in wetness. When it was sufficiently glazed, I sunk it slowly into my hungry hole, moaning softly at the pressure it created. I went back to rubbing my clit and felt myself close even tighter around the hilt. Slowly, I began to dip the brush in and out of my trembling pussy. The sensation of finality was lurking, and I increased my pace with both hands, one buffing, the other sawing furiously. A dense wave built up at my clit and crashed down around the walls of my cunt, causing them to shudder against the handle buried deep inside me. I wiggled it as I rode my orgasm out, letting out a long, contented sigh. I continued to stroke my swollen nub until it was painfully sensitive, sending a tremor down my legs. When I couldn’t take any more, I dropped my hands heavily on my belly and waited for my body to calm. My tiny biceps twitched now and again, my pussy clenching with the same regularity, but my ankara travesti legs continued to tremble gently. Finally, a particularly firm contraction shot the brush out of my slick hole and it skidded a few feet across the deck. I ran my hands down my stomach towards my sex to see how swollen it had gotten before stroking them down my legs. They jumped under my initial touch but settled down soon after. Slowly, I began to get to my feet when I heard a slamming noise coming from my right. I bolted upright, looking for the source, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. I thought it must have been a window closing in the house on the other side of the vacant one. It was quite early for the neighborhood to be awake, but if I was up, surely others were as well. In fact, my Mom should have been waking up any moment. The sun was rising over the ocean, scattering sparkles over its waves. I smiled lazily, both content with the afterglow of my orgasm and in awe of the sight before me. Maybe I should have started my days this way more often. I heard a familiar bell ring faintly from downstairs, wrenching me from the moment. It must have been Mom, I thought, announcing herself at the bottom of the stairs. My bedroom loft had no door, so Daddy had installed a nice, loud bell at the foot of the stairs since there was nothing loud enough to knock on. Any other seventeen-year-old girl might have flew into a rage if their mother had been calling on them at 7:30 on a Saturday morning, but my Mom knew better. She knew – or rather thought – I was out on my run right now, so her precaution was probably more out of habit, knowing she wouldn’t receive an answer from me. Still, what reason would my Mom have to come into my room if not to see me? I pressed my ear to the keyhole, hoping I could hear her footsteps. They were just loud enough for me to hear them come up the first set of stairs to my bedroom loft. With a start, I realized she might have been coming up to the roof since the only way to access it was from my floor. I struggled with the decision to throw my shorts back on or to continue listening. In the end, I hesitated long enough to hear her retreating steps down to the floor beneath my bedroom. I exhaled in relief, slumping against the door. I couldn’t even begin to think how I might explain my current position to her. I waited a while longer before pulling my shorts back on and descending to my loft. My curiosity was temporarily satisfied when I saw a large, glossy envelope lying on my bed. I knew it was from one of the colleges I had applied to. I picked it up and went back to the roof, my heart hammering with anticipation. I had applied to several elite colleges and a couple standard ones, thinking I was setting my bar way too high. To my surprise, I had received acceptance letters from all of them but one – the one I was holding in my hand. My fingers trembled as I tore at the envelope, extracting what was clearly a “welcome” package. The “congratulations” letter only confirmed my suspicions; I got in. “Fuck!” I yelled, dropping the letter forcefully on the floor. “Now what the hell do I do?” “Didn’t get in?” I jumped right out of my skin and to my feet, spinning towards the empty house next to mine. Only it wasn’t empty. The first thing I noticed about him was his dark, shaggy hair. It ankara travestileri stood up in all directions, and fell into his eyes. Next I realized that he was leaning out the window of the attic, a thin, chiseled face resting on a pair of sinewy forearms. Although I couldn’t see his eyes, his crooked smile was enough to prove he was amused at my reaction. “No,” I said a little breathlessly, pushing my hair back from my face which was growing hotter by the second. “It’s not that.” The boy raised his head, and brushed his own locks out of his green eyes before cocking an interested eyebrow. “Enlighten me, then.” I walked hesitantly towards him, my arms self-consciously folded over my alarmed nipples. “I got into every college I applied to, even the Ivy-League ones, but I have no idea which one I want to go to, let alone what I want to study.” I had always known my next step in life since I was a child, and facing this uncertain future had me terrified. The boy laughed softly, and I saw that his narrow eyes nearly closed to slits when he smiled. “All work and no play finally failed you, huh?” There was just enough of his pupil showing that I could see his eyes dart down my body before resting back on my face. “Well, not no play…” I blushed feverishly, my heart picking back up almost as furiously as when he had first scared me. Had he seen me earlier? “What’s your name?” he asked me, his face relaxing from its sharp, all-knowing appearance. “Nora,” I said. “Nora Sacco.” I had the wild idea that I should stretch across this banister and shake his hand through the window, but I abstained. “Nora Sacco,” he drawled, a smile twisting his lips. “Pleased to meet you. My name is Levi Harper.” I was glad he had introduced himself. I was in no state of mind to have asked his name. “Pleasure,” I said a little too formally for the position we were in, bowing my head with the same grace. The smile on Levi’s face stretched even wider as if he were enjoying a private joke. “Is it, Nora?” the way he said my name, drawing out the rumbling “r” and sighing the “a”, stirred something in me and made my head feel lighter than it already was. I smiled a little sheepishly. “Yes…” I said coyly. Levi cocked his head. “Then why don’t I come over and increase that pleasure?” His casual words sent a bolt of arousal shooting through me, but he seemed to have meant nothing by it. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, because he began to climb out his window. “Levi!” I cried, “What are you doing?” He heaved himself smoothly out his window, standing on his steeply-angled roof. “I’m going to jump over there,” he said simply. I let out a sound of incredulity. The edge of his roof and mine were about five feet apart. “You won’t make it!” “Not with that attitude,” he said, glaring at me. I barely had time to register his tall, lean body before he sprang off the roof, soaring across the gap, and landing on the outside-edge of the deck in a crouch, hands on the railing. He looked so much like a monkey that I nearly burst out laughing hysterically. Levi extended his legs and swung easily over the partition between us. “Made it,” he said with an easy smile. Before I could stop myself, I was hugging him tightly to me, half laughing, half sobbing. “Jesus Christ, you wild buffoon!” A sweet smell clung to his shirt, green travesti ankara and pungent. I wasn’t quite sure, but I thought it might be marijuana. “I’ve been called worse,” Levi said, a smile in his voice. I pulled away in embarrassment, folding my arms over my chest, pushing back the nipples that strained more than ever. Levi smiled down at me. “You’re even smaller up close,” he said. I was in fact quite petite at five feet tall with a tiny waist. I even had a round face and large blue eyes that made me look younger than I was. Mom often said I kept my silky, black hair too long for my height, but I liked the way it tickled the small of my back when it was exposed. Daddy called me “baby doll” because of how small and dainty I looked. I thought my breasts to be proportional to my size, however my ass was a different story. As a lifeguard at the beach, I had to work hard to keep my body strong despite its size. Regular squats had developed my already plump tush into a solid, bulbous quarter-bouncing booty. “How’d you do that?” I asked Levi, trying to get him to lift his probing gaze. Levi shrugged. “I did it all the time in New York,” he told me. “City? Did you just move in from there?” I asked, and he nodded with a smile. “What, do you parkour or something?” I had seen videos of parkouring on the internet; people scaling buildings, doing back-flips off of roofs, and other insane stunts. “Or something,” he said, smiling even wider. He strolled past me and sat in the chair I had been pleasuring myself in earlier. The thought made my blood run hot. “So, about your problem,” Levi said, leaning back in the chair. “Why don’t you join me, and I’ll tell you what I think.” I was curious about what this bold boy had in mind. I sat in the chair next to him and waited for him to speak. “Correct me if I’m wrong,” Levi said. “I know you don’t know where you want to go, or what you want to do.” I nodded, urging him to continue. “It seems to me you don’t know much about yourself.” Levi paused, but I said nothing. I didn’t even move. He continued, “You probably filled most of your time with school and work.” His eyes trailed down my taught body and he smiled again. “And clearly exercise. But do you do anything for yourself?” “I surf,” I said, and added bashfully, “and sing a little. But what can I possibly do with that?” “You can do more of it,” Levi said. “Do you absolutely need a job?” “Yes,” I said. “I’m paying for my own tuition.” “Yeesh,” he grimaced. “And at an Ivy League school?” Levi shook his head. “Alright, so you need to work. And I know you need to work out.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I snapped, subconsciously unfolding my arms to cover my thighs. “I mean you are clearly committed to it,” Levi said mildly, as if back-peddling hadn’t even crossed his mind. I relaxed my body a little, resting my arms on the edge of the chair. “I am. I have to for my job. I’m a lifeguard.” Levi nodded as if this was no surprise to him. “So that leaves school.” “What about it?” I asked “Who’s to say you have to go right away?” I thought I had a snappy answer for him, but when I opened my mouth, I paused. There was no reason why I had to go to college right after graduation. My parents had never been controlling and they definitely would never force me to go to school if I was the one paying. “Take a year,” Levi said as if reading my mind. “Kick back, enjoy life, and find out everything you can about yourself.” “But…” I looked down at the envelope lying at Levi’s feet. “I already applied.” Levi shrugged. “Then defer them.

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