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Knowing how much I need to kiss her at least.
If I can’t unwrap my present I at least wanna shake the box a little.
She takes in a sharp breath as I move closer, but only because we both feel it.
This charge between us is undeniable and I’m done tip-toeing around it.
“I’m not though,” is all she manages to whisper before I cup her neck in my hand and lean down to press my mouth over hers.
My other hand moves to her face, holding her cheek as I hear her moan softly. Her own hands finding my chest and clutching at it.
It’s nowhere near long enough, but I know it’s a goodnight kiss somehow.
She pulls back slowly, mainly for air and I catch her as she wobbles a little. Giddy from the kiss and still uneasy on those heels.
“You’re not gonna ask me in?” I rasp, pulling her a little closer so she can feel what she does to me pressing into her.
“I… It’s complicated,” she whispers. And I know she means about her dad. Not the fact that I’m not her real neighbor.
“Can I at least see you tomorrow?” I ask, knowing I won’t take no for an answer, that I’m already destined to stay up all night and watch over her house.
She gnaws at her lip in thought before trying to get both her arms all the way around me. “Of course.” She sighs.
“I’ve had the best day. The best night ever. It’s just all so fast…” She sighs as I hold her tighter.
Her chest melting into me, my stiff cock wedged between her cleavage as we both let out more than one little moan or groan of need.
She starts to say something, and god knows I’ve got enough I need to tell her. But as quickly as we’ve found each other, sealed our true feelings with a kiss. It’s over.
She says goodnight and hurries inside, closing the door behind her, making me wonder if I did something wrong.
I doubt it.
She’s right, it’s been a big day for her and a lot to take in all at once.
I remind myself that not everyone reaches for what they want seconds after seeing it. Especially where matters of the heart are concerned.
But I’ve never been more sure of anything, and I linger on her porch long enough to hear her making her way upstairs before I check the front door’s locked.
Good girl.
I’ll watch over you tonight, and every night after this, I swear.
Making my way back next door I can see a light go on in a window that faces the bedroom in her neighbor’s house.
Perfect. I can keep an eye on her all night.
I’d rather be closer. Much closer, but for an afternoon and evening’s work I think it could have gone a lot worse compared to how well it’s gone so far.
I let myself into her neighbor’s house and make my way straight up to the bedroom.
Her blinds are drawn, but I can see the shadow of her curves as she turns, probably admiring herself in the mirror.
The aching throb in my pants is in my hands soon enough, and again I have to temper my instincts. Cool the urge for my release as I watch her silhouette undress.
My heart pounds in my chest and my blood races in my ears as I fight the urge not to finish myself watching her private show.
Lucky for me, she moves away from the window not long before it’s too late for me to keep my own promise.
Keeping my seed for her alone.
Another light comes on in her house, a frosted window I figure must be the bathroom, but I can’t see her anymore.
It stays on for almost half an hour and then goes out, then she’s in her room again, then darkness.
In a cold sweat by a stranger’s window, I try to swallow, my still hard cock twitching in my hand before I tuck myself again and pull up an easy chair I set it by the window.
Ready to keep my vigil over what’s mine.
Guarding the most precious treasure I’ve come across in my life. Not wanting to take my eyes off her window or her house for a second.
It’s a quiet night and an even quieter neighborhood. Not a single car passes by after eleven, and the night is cool and long as I watch.
Glad nothing is happening. Grateful she’s safe and that I know where she is.
Her place is with me now, but that’s something for tomorrow, I tell myself.
I couldn’t have another night like this.
In the morning, I’ll explain myself and how I feel. I’ll take her home or we can go somewhere for a few days.
Really get to know one another.
During the long, slow hours I occasionally glance around the bedroom I’m in. There’s a stack of magazines with the same title, ‘Chord’ with big haired musicians or baseball-capped rappers. A couple with a balding, executive looking type grinning at the camera over a large audio mixing desk.
