My Neighbour Next Door novel Chapter 1

"Why don't you just say something to him?" My best friend Callie asked as I watched my neighbor Jay's figure disappear inside his home. We were sitting on my porch, watching people pass by, and as soon as Jay's car pulled up in his driveway and he got out, my eyes followed his every move until his figure disappeared inside.

"What should I say, Callie?" I asked in a very annoyed tone. "You know I am shy to go up to him, yet you say the same thing every time you see me looking at him."

Rolling her eyes, she said, "You need to say something and stop gawking at him every time you see him." Shaking my head, I knew she was right, but I couldn't say anything to Jay. It wasn't like I wanted to and wouldn't do it, it's just that every time I saw him, I froze up and my mouth became immobile.

Jay was my hot new neighbor, who had moved in a month ago, in the house that was right next door. I would often see what he was doing daily because his room was facing mine. At nights when he finished showering, I would stand at my window and watch him stand in the middle of his room. His room was dark and his curtains were closed but I still could see his silhouette. He always has a towel wrapped around his waist and his manhood was always creating a dent, straining through the material.

I couldn't help but fantasize what it would be like to have him inside me. Having me shake with each orgasm and moaning his name every time.

I was high on lust for this guy, but honestly who could blame me? Standing at six-two, with perfect tan skin, brown hair that was all messed up, and a body of a god that could make any girl's panty drop on sight.

"Chrissy, did you hear me?" Callie shouted at me.

"Huh, what did you say?" I asked dumbfounded.

"I said I was going to go home now and I will see you tomorrow." Nodding my head, I kissed her on the cheek, before I walked her to the end of the driveway. Waiting until she got in her car, I made my way inside my house. Shifting my curtain, I looked out my window and saw Jay standing by his car, scrolling through his phone.

"I don't know Callie; you know I am not a fan of parties."

"Oh, come on please, it's not like you are doing anything rather than stare at Jay every time you see him." Rolling my eyes, I could only imagine the hopeful expression she has on her face. The one she always makes when she wants us to do something together.

"Okay fine, I will come." I reluctantly agreed.

"Okay pick you up at eight," She squealed before hanging up. Going inside my room, I flopped down on my bed, drew the covers over me, and took a nap. I was woken up a few hours later by the sounds of my parent's laughter floating up the stairs. Sitting up in bed, I checked my messages to see if anyone had texted but my phone was drier than the Sahara Desert. Throwing my phone down on the bed, I got up and went downstairs to greet my parents.