Dream Hand Job from the Girl Next Door

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During the summer my mom got a new job and so she and I moved to a new city. I noticed right away that next door lived a girl who I thought was pretty darn hot. I could tell she was a little older than me, but I was still excited to have her right next door.



I never really said more then 'Hi' to Erin (not her name) until school started, but on the first day it turned out that she and I waited for the bus at the same corner. It was just the two of us. She was a senior in high school and her bus came a few minutes before mine. As the school year went along we talked more and more, and after a few days and weeks we got be ok friends. She was nice.



It goes without saying that I jerked off a lot, and sometimes I thought about her when I did it. One of my biggest desires was to know what it felt like to have someone else jerk me off. I wanted the feeling of having an orgasm while my own hands rested carelessly behind my head, while someone else stroked my boner.



It took me a long, long time to get up the courage, but I finally decided that I would ask her one morning while waiting for the bus. I had it all worked out in my mind. I got home from school about 2:30. My mom was a school teacher at another school, and she usually got home about 3:00. I knew that Erin got home before me, so she could watch for me, come to my house, and do me the honors.



So one morning at the bus stop I started to ask her. 'Erin?'



'Yea?'



'I have a really, really big ... Uh... well... uh... never mind.'



'You have a big what?' she smiled.



'Nothing.'



'It's okay. What? A favor?' Just then her bus was coming down the street, and I was glad.



'I'll ask you tomorrow' I blurted out.



The next day she must have forgotten about it because she did not bring it up. So the next day I said, 'You know how I was going to ask you a favor?'



'Oh, yea. What was it?'



'Well, you can TOTALLY say no if you don't want to. I mean, it would... you know... '



She laughed at me. 'What IS it?



'It's just that I really was hoping you would... give... me... a...' It was like my mind turned to mush and I could not say the words. Now that I had come this close I wished to Heaven I had never started to ask. She was staring at me, smiling, waiting for me to finish. 'Well, some times I like to... And I was wondering if you...'



Just then I saw her bus coming down the street again, and I knew if I did not say it now I never would. '... ifyouwouldmaybethinkaboutgivingmeahandjob.' I blurted it out so fast I was not sure if she even understood me, and it did not help that she was staring at me with an odd, blank look on her face. Then, after a half a second, she started to laugh like crazy. I mean like she was bent in half and crying she was laughing so hard.



The bus pulled up and the door opened and she was still laughing as she started to get on. All of a sudden I got scared. What had I done? She was going to get on the bus and her friends would ask her why she was laughing. Would she tell them? Would they all be laughing and pointing at me tomorrow as the bus pulled up to our stop? 'Look! There's the kid who asked Erin for hand job! Everyone look!'



As she was climbing on the bus, Erin turned to me and, mid gasp for breath, 'We'll talk about it tomorrow.'



Well, the rest of that day was hell, let me tell you. I felt stupid. What was I thinking she was going to say? 'Oh sure! I'll come over tonight and we'll take care of that.' I had heard girls say things like 'Boys think with their head. Girls think with the head on their shoulders.' They were dead right-I had been thinking with the head on my penis, that's for sure.



Waiting for the next morning was like absolute torture. All the rest of the day I felt dark, nervous, scared, even depressed. What was going to happen in the morning? What would she say? What would I say? That afternoon when I got home I ran inside as fast as I could. If she was in her house I didn't want her to see me.



The next morning I knew I could not go to the bus stop, so I waited until I knew her bus was gone and then ran to the corner. I almost missed my bus.



It happened later that day when I got home. Like the day before, I ran into my house as fast as I could. I was eating a Twinkie when the doorbell rang. I knew it was her. I just knew. I opened the door and I felt my face turn hot and red.



'Are you avoiding me?' she asked with a smile.



'No!' I blurted out. It was a week like.



'Where were you this morning? It's the first morning all year you have not been at the corner.'



I had nothing to say.



'Well? Are you going to invite me in?'



Holy @#$!! Did this mean she was going to DO it? 'Oh, yea. Come in!' She came in and I closed the door.'



'Listen' she said, getting serious. 'This does not mean I'm your girl friend. It does not mean we are EVER going to have sex. And if I find out you have been bragging about me doing this to even one single person, I will sneak into your house and cut off your balls while you are sleeping. You got it?



I nodded.



'Good' she said, getting cheerful again. 'Where's your bedroom?'



Like I was in a dream world, I turned and led her to my room. I had played out this day in my head a hundred times while jerking off, but in my day dreams, I never felt this nervous and uncomfortable. Now that it was really happening, I almost wished it wasn't. I was thinking I liked it better in my dreams then in reality.



When we got to my room she closed the door, which really wasn't necessary 'cause nobody else was home. Without saying anything she sat on the edge of my bed, took my hand in hers, and pulled me in front of her. She then reached for my jeans and unsnapped them. It was right at this moment that the reality of it truly sank it. Erin was mere SECONDS away from seeing my penis!! Expect for my mom when I was a little kid, and maybe the doctor, no human alive had ever seen it in real life.



But then, like a switch flipped inside me, it all changed. I looked at Erin. I smelled her. She smelled soft, like flowers and warm summer days. She was so close to me. I could see cleavage down her shirt. Would I get to see her naked? She was about to see me naked!



In the same instance, I was suddenly and wonderfully in the mood. I felt a surge of excitement that rushed into my penis, and I knew that I would have a raging boner in no time flat.



Erin unzipped my fly, and even the sensation of her getting close made me throb. She tugged downward at the top of my jeans and they easily fell to the floor. I already had a tent pole making a bulge in my shorts, and Erin smiled. She then reached up and pulled my shorts out, and then down.



There it was, in all its glory. My fifteen year old pride and joy in plain view, still getting harder and more erect as we both watched.



She took it tenderly in her hands, wrapping one around my shaft and the other cupping my balls, and gave it a few strokes. Then she said softly, 'You should lie down.' She sat Indian style on the bed and I laid next to her. Then, instead of going right for my penis like I would have thought, she started to massage and rub my tummy, my upper legs, and my thighs.



'Relax' she whispered. 'Close your eyes.' I did, and she kept rubbing slowly and softly all over. Every now and then she would brush up against my balls or my shaft, and when she did I felt it throb. Pretty soon she was working her way closer, and eventually, slowly, she started to rub the base of my shaft and then up towards my head.



It did not take long! About the third time she stroked my head I felt it start, and in an instant I was shooting loads over my head, on my face, and all over my shirt. She kept stroking while I erupted, and didn't stop until it was all done.



Wow.



She took some tissues that were next to the bed (I kept them there for a reason) and cleaned me up. When she was done, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and then she said, 'How was it?'



'Wow. THANK You!'



'You're welcome. You remember what I said?'



I nodded.



'Okay. I gotta go.'



Then, it was like it never happened. The next day at the bus stop neither of us talked about it. Or the next. Or the next. In fact, we never talked about it ever. At the end of that year she graduated and a few months later she was gone. After that I saw her every now and then when she came home, and she always went out of her way to stop, come say hi, give me a hug, and take a few minutes to catch up. But, never once did we ever talk about the hand job again.



And that's okay with me.

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