My Neighbour Jess

Jess was a girl that lived next to us, she moved in about 4 years after I moved there and we first met when I was 15 and she was 14. The first time we met was at a party that the neighbourhood was throwing for the new family, you know because the neighbourhood I moved to was pretentious and snobby and thats the kinda thing they did.
I ran into her in the hallway standing on her own, looking a little upset so I made sure she was alright “are you okay?” I asked

“yes” she said looking surprised, obviously oblivious to that fact that I had walked up to her,

“its just that moving here, leaving my friends is hard”

“I know, I was the same when I moved from California, but now I have a lot of closer friends then I did when I was there”

“really?” she said looking a bit less upset.
After that we started talking, you know the get to know you chit chat.

I didnt see her again for about 2 weeks when we were on summer break (she went to a different school to me, a private school).

When I did see her again she was sat on her front lawn reading a book, and she looked amazing, her skin was slightly pale, and she had the most perfect tits. Her hair was flowing black curls down to her shoulders, and her eyes were the most flourescent, vivid, liquid green. I was watching her out of the window getting quite turned on. It was a hot summers day and she was in a little skirt and tiny t-shirt. I decided to go out and talk to her.

“Hey”, I said

“Oh…hey…your the guy that lives across the road…”

She gave me a look that I couldnt quite figure out, was it thankfulness, or lust?
She answered my question, “Err…you wanna come inside?”

One thing I noitced about her was that she was had a slightly mixed accent, it was very sublte, maybe American or slightly Canadian.