Meet The Andersons

Meryl put her face in her hands, she couldn't believe she was even contemplating knocking on Molly's door right now. What if Billy or Jon answered? They'd no doubt be thanking their lucky stars when they got a look at the beautiful, nineteen year old next door neighbour girl clad in nothing but a loose-fitting silk pyjama top. She shook her head repeatedly, then contemplated the...other option.

Mr Felnick's house loomed up at her from across the street, and all of a sudden the idea of being embarrassed and exposed in front of either of the Anderson Boys didn't seem quite so bad. Meryl exhaled quietly, then rose to her full height and placed her hands on the chest-high wall in front of her. It was a quicker way to the Andersons' front door than having to exit her own gate and go all the way around, less chance of being seen by passers-by, or by...

She narrowed her eyes and looked up at Felnick's bedroom window, then turned her attention back to the wall and resolved to climb it. She gripped the top of it with both hands and began to hoist herself up onto it, careful not to scrape her legs on the rough brickwork. Once she was perched atop it, Meryl hopped down and onto the other side, landing lightly on her bare feet. She decided to stay in the awkward crouch she'd landed in, hoping to hide as much of her naked body from view as possible, then crab-walked up to the Andersons' front door—a white, sturdy-looking affair with an oval-shaped frosted glass window set into the centre of it. Casting a last, nervous glance backward, Meryl reached up and pressed on the doorbell.

She sat there like that for what felt like five minutes, but was likely closer to twenty seconds, until she heard muffled movement from inside. Shuffling footsteps approached the door, and Meryl tried to prepare for what she'd say if it turned out to be—

The door opened, and sure enough, it was Billy. Immediately, Meryl felt herself blush. "H-hi!" She was going for confidence, and hoped that it was translating properly.

Billy looked her up and down, eyes lighting up at the sight of her bare legs, and the nipples protruding out from under her top. Meryl put a hand down between her thighs for a bit of extra security, but an instant too late wondered if it didn't look like she was touching herself instead. "You're..." Billy began, lips quivering. "Meryl, right? From next door?"

Meryl nodded. "Y-yeah, that's me! I...you're proably wondering what's...why I'm..."

"Not wearing any trousers?"

"Right."

"Are you...wearing any knickers?"

Meryl paled, she hadn't expected such a brazen line of questioning, and in response she pressed her hand further into her crotch. "I-I don't think that's—"

"Why are you outside without any knickers on?"

"Listen, I got locked out and—"

"Will you show me?"

Meryl blinked, stunned. "Will I...show you?"

"I want to see," Billy insisted, a touch of firmness entering his tone.

"Billy, I don't...I'm really not sure that's—"

"Maybe I should just call my Mum instead, then?"

"No! No you can't!"

"If you don't want me to call my Mum, then show me."

"Show you what?!" Meryl hissed. "Why would you make me do that?! I don't want to expose myself to you!"

"I want to see your..." he licked his lips. "Your body."

She suddenly had the overwhelming urge to tell Billy to fuck off, but she really was very short on options. Meryl suppressed the urge to curse her own stupidity for somehow ending up here. Again. She swallowed, and felt for the first time since she'd woken back up just how dry her throat was. "If...if I do this...will you let me inside and...give me some clothes to borrow?"

Billy considered it, then nodded. "Sure, I guess. Now do it."

Meryl gritted her teeth, but nodded back all the same. "Right, y-yes..." her hands went down to the hem of her top, and for a long couple of seconds she became bizarrely fixated on her own erect nipples, still piercing up through the fabric. A strip tease for the boy next door, of course. Why not? She prepared to lift the top up, but Billy stopped her.

"No," he said. "Do the buttons."

Meryl was dumbfounded. "The buttons? You want me to...?"

"Undo the buttons, slowly. It's...hotter, that way."

Meryl groaned, and the thought of just bolting crossed her mind, but despite herself she stayed put. She let go of the hem, and with quaking fingers, touched the first button of her top, near the collar. Slowly, very slowly, she undid it, slipping it out of the buttonhole and creating a wider neckline in the process. Billy was pleased, and clearly already becoming aroused. Meryl stared at him, trying to conceal her contempt, then undid the second, swiftly following it up with the third. Each new button undone exposed more of her chest, until her cleavage began to emerge, the cleft of her breasts clearly visible. She hesitated, and she allowed it to sink in fully that she was actually, really stripping, and for Billy Anderson of all people. "God..." she whispered.

"Go on," Billy pressed, and Meryl did as she was told. Three more buttons came undone, and Billy, clearly impatient, reached down and plucked at the sides of her top, exposing the delicate, round curves of Meryl's breasts, at last freeing her overeager nipples. He tended to the last couple of buttons himself, and despite Meryl's protestations, slipped the top off of her shoulders and down from her arms, allowing it to fall silently to the floor behind her. Now, Meryl crouched before him, well and truly naked. Her arms came up to cover her breasts, but Billy touched a finger to her shoulder and, catching his meaning, she stopped and slumped, defeated. Her blonde landing strip peeked out from between her thighs, her breasts jutted out toward him, and behind, her pose was forcing her to push her buttocks out. "Please..." she said. "Please let me in!"

"One more thing," Billy murmured, then stooped to press a hand to her thigh, so close to her crotch it made her quiver. "Oh, god..." Meryl looked down and away, ashamed. Billy gradually slid his hand inward up to her thigh crease, then squeezed the ample flesh there. Meryl breathed in heavily, readying herself for him to go further...and then it was done. He withdrew his hand and stood up straight, stroking her chin on his way up as if trying to assert an extra bit of dominance. Meryl let out an involuntary squeak and then, at last, Billy stepped back and beckoned for her to follow him inside.