Andrea Next Door

I’ve always liked my next door neighbor Andrea. Actually “like” probably isn’t a strong enough word. “Lust after” probably fits better. I’ll be honest, from the first moment I saw her she was forever entered into my memory spank bank. Her breasts have to be in the D range and natural. Of course that’s just me looking at them through a shirt, so I guess I can’t be sure. Anyways I have seen her in sweatpants and her ass is the kind you want to make pillows out of. Despite all this she still has a small waist. Growing up girls were always quick to remind me that real women didn’t really look like this. But every woman from the moment that I saw Andrea on will forever only be the bodies that I fuck while picturing her.

Okay that’s a little dramatic, its not like its really that many. More like its looking at porn before picturing Andrea in the position at the last moment.

I met Andrea when about a year ago when we were both in our early twenties, when she moved into the other side of my duplex in the city. Previously I had been left some money and though still not sure of what I wanted to do in the world I realized having a place to rent without paying for it was near the top of the list. So I buy a duplex, not big. Essentially a large downstairs room which is kitchen/eating area/family room. And two rooms upstairs with a bathroom/laundry room. I rented the mirror image apartment next to it out.

Andrea was an artist looking for a cheap enough place she could live and paint in while on her parents dime still. Didn’t bother me; hot chick with source of cash was good enough for me. Partly because the goddess she was I really didn’t impose myself much around her place. I fixed stuff at her place when necessary; I could have paid someone to fix pipes and stuff but when it’s minor stuff like it normally was it gave me a good excuse.

Anyways after a hard day of doing…well nothing. I was lying in my on my bed when I started smelling pot through the vents. I hadn’t smoked in a while so I decided to go over and see if I could bum some.

I’ve always been a jokey guy. So I start out acting stern before planning on telling her just kidding. She opened the door and the smell hit me strong as ever.

“Do you realize how strong the smell of pot is in here?”

Suddenly Andrea gets much more worried than I had imagined. “Please don’t tell my parents John, please.”

It hadn’t even occurred to me I could tell her parents. But I guess their number was on her lease agreement.

“Seriously John if you don’t tell them I’ll do anything.”