The girl next door, also known as...

Story by hugefbbluvva

the girl next door

Tags: smut, NO FUTA, Male/Female, abs and belly fetish, Underage(U18), Hypercock, Inflation, status-dom

This story contains no Futa.  It introduces a character, Aiden, who will appear in a future Futa story "Flexytime Gym."

Also, just a heads up - lot of build up in this one.

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  Aiden was driving home after working out at the gym as he does every Saturday. He works out twice every week, Saturday and whichever other day he can make time to do so.  He had been trying to increase his regiment to three times a week as after years he just wasn't getting the results he was looking for.

  He signaled and turned onto the street that enters his development, or more accurately his parent's development.  He was just starting to feel better about himself having broken up with his girlfriend a few weeks earlier.  As a 16 year-old boy with his hormones doing what they were, it was a rather frustrating breakup as they had just reached the stage where their relationship was becoming physical, something all boys that age become desperate to satisfy the urges of.  It was actually the sex that was the reason for their breakup, suffice to say that they weren't very physically compatible.

  He turned onto his street, a cul-de-sac and drove towards his home at the end, or 'circle' as he called it growing up there.  He drove past his friend Liam's house and waved to Liam's dad who was mowing his lawn on this warm summer day.   As he approached the Circle, he passed in quick succession Mike, Christy, and Victoria's houses, rapidly turning his head to see if any of his friends were outside or if their cars were there.  The five of them had formed a neighborhood friend-circle and have been hanging out since the days that it wasn't 'hanging out' but 'playing together.'  They were all kids of somewhat affluent families, between middle class and upper-middle class, hence the setting of such a suburban paradise. 

  As he entered his driveway and pressed the garage door opener, he glanced over at the house next door.  It was the residence of Veronica, or Ronny as she was also responsive to, and her family.  Ronny was not part of the friend-circle.  Everything about her family led them to be somewhat of the black sheep among the neighborhood.  He pulled into the driveway and saw the movement of a navy blue shirt through Ronny's window.

  Observation of Ronny's house alone was evidence that her family was an odd fit.  All of the others were large, multiple-storied houses set 30 or 40 yards from the street, most with pools in the backyard, mostly in-ground, and they were all maintained, the house and the yard, with suburban pride.  Ronny's parent's house was a tiny single-story cottage just a few yards from the road with a children's inflatable pool in the front.  The friend-circle often joked that Ronny's parents were just renting out the shed from Aiden's parents.  But it wasn't just the smaller house on a smaller property reflecting the difference in their income level, it was also the care that they took of that property, or rather didn't: faded white paint that was decades overdue for a fresh coat, chipped in so many areas that it looked like a black-and-white house, with foot-tall grass contrasting against their neighbors neatly kept lawn making the property line quite obvious, and the white trash calling card: a parted-out sports car in the front lawn blocking the walkway between the house and the street.  Socially, both her and her parents didn't fit in with their respective peers either.  In all respects, it seems like a house, its residents, and it's adjoining property had been uprooted from the projects and dropped into middle-class suburbia.

  Aiden watched the garage door come to a complete opening and rejoiced as he saw that his mother's car was gone; they had left for vacation and he had the house all to himself for a week.  He pulled his car into the empty space, the two garaged parking spaces usually reserved for the two property owners.  He turned off the engine and closed the garage door, exiting the car and grabbing the beach towel from the driver's seat.  He had covered the driver's seat after working out because he preferred not to shower at the gym due to how some of the men look at him in the locker room, but didn't want to get sweat all over his seat.  He entered the house and glanced over the note on the table, "sorry we missed you... blah blah blah... don't forget to get the mail... oooh! some money for pizza!"  Love you too...

  He headed upstairs to his room and threw the beach blanket in his hamper, then took off his shirt and threw it in as well.  He opened the door to the bathroom and turned the shower on, letting the water warm up.  He stepped back into his room and untied his sweaty t

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