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As the TV came on, I seen the cutest red hit his maturing face, making him look the age he should, without the obvious beginning of stubble. "Don't like TV?" he asked as he swept the remote from the arm of the couch where I'd found it and leaned on the arm right next to where I was sitting. I heard him coming through the upstairs hall, then back down the stairs across the room now wearing a simple white v-neck and red basketball shorts. I watched for a few seconds then quickly turned off the TV again. I wondered if he knew his parents subscribed to porn. I sat down on the couch, turned on the TV and almost let the remote fall. He paused for a second but continued, probably brushing it off as the wind or something. "I was thinking more along the lines of taking something off," I whispered, eying what was still covered by the spandex as he made his way upstairs. "You can put something on the TV while I get dressed if you want," he said as he led me in then continued to the staircase across the room.
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the open space gave it a very liberating feeling of welcome. There was a four-seated couch and two reclining chairs facing mounted TV on the right wall. The front door opened into the large living room. Then, probably deciding he took me the wrong way, said, "You wanna come in? We can watch some TV after I get changed." His smile came back but with only welcome, maybe confusion, as he moved out of the door way to let me in. "I- uh." the smirk faltered as he took in all the implications of my offer. "Actually, I was wondering if you needed anything," I said in my cutest voice and bit my lip. I took a moment to consider a possible way of getting in his house, then settled on the only logical reason I could be there. "Need something?" he asked, friendly again, but with a cocky smirk to one side. Then, noticing my outfit, his eyes set into a different expression. "Hey," he said to me in a friendly greeting. I could see the light brown hair under his arms as he leaned against the open door. On further inspection, that hair trailed lightly yet densely up, not in a line but in a band six inches across up to his firm chest and around his nipples. The elastic fabric had fallen just low enough to see the top of a thick bush of hair above the large lump just below that. For a 15 year old, his chest was delicious, muscular enough to make it square but smooth enough to be cute. He had obviously been in the process of undressing because, oh lord, the shoulder straps keeping the spandex one-piece up were off and hanging at his waist. There he stood, a few inches shorter than me but with a presence that made me feel I was on my knees looking up. Just as soon as the curtained stilled, the the door opened. It took a minute or so but, sure enough I saw a curtain move in the bay window to the right. I danced up the last few steps and rang the door bell. I swayed my hips as I crossed the street and up the walk to his house. Not that I'm small, but I can hide it when I want to look extra femme. My tight jeans, ending mid-calf, held a tight butt and almost no bulge. how could he pass this up, even if he was straight? I was practically a 16 year old girl, not the 18 year old man-boy I was in reality. Putting on one of the many football jersey's from my older brother's closet (sports really aren't my thing but they were apparently my crush's) and tying it in the back with a knot that showed the tiniest bit of my lower back and navel, I made sure my blood red hair was flat ironed and swept over at just the right angle to reveal my pixie nose and thin-set lips. Both our parents got home real late, and without thinking I made up my mind that today was the day I would pay him a visit he wouldn't soon forget. He entered his house and my trance was broken. As he continued up the walk, his gym bag slung over his shoulder obscured the firm butt I hoped I'd get a glimpse of. I could see, at least, that he took his cup out after practice, the outline of his boy toys just a size-able lump protruding in the front. He still wore his black and red spandex uniform, the fabric soaked and even more form-fitting than usual. He was a sweet 5'7 with hair short enough that it stood up with sweat after he ran his hands through it. I mean, we're neighbors AND we go to the same school.
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I had spoken with him a few times, just in passing really.
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The next door neighbors' son was the cutest thing I could imagine, with a frame that gave him the proportions of a full grown man, if not yet the height. He just came home from wrestling practice.