**Note: Smut will be present later on in the series**
July rolled in with a bang, it’s heat nearly suffocating you with every breath you tried to take. Sitting sprawled on your front lawn, where the shade stretched the longest, you could practically see the little waves of heat wiggle through the air on the pavement that was the residential neighborhood you lived in.
Luckily, your town was right towards the middle of the city and the countryside. You held the brunt of the passerbyers, most of whom didn’t have the time of day to stop. And while you lived in the kind of neighborhood where the houses were so close together that you could count the eyelashes of the woman doing her makeup next door, and the block houses were nearly identical in shape and sizes, it wasn’t the kinds of neighborhoods your parents reminisced constantly about growing up in. Neighbors barely waved hello when both getting the paper at the same time, let alone actually becoming friends. You lived in a world of strangers, each only interacting in brief moments of forced politeness, fake smiles and impossible indifference.
Especially in this heat. On a normal day, a pretty girl walking by would stir up at least more than a subtle nod from a group of boys, but now everyone was so focused on keeping conscious that they could barely even look each other in the eye. Which was why you didn’t have a problem lounging out in the open in just your purple bikini. Basketball had given you a body you were fairly proud of—sure there were imperfections, everyone had them, but you’d grown accustomed to them, even coming to the conclusion that to didn’t mind them. You had a kick ass body, you had a stellar ass and you knew it.
You closed your eyes, trying to block out the feeling of muggy air pushing down on you like a hot and heavy body. Footsteps clicked on the walkway behind you, alerting you that your mother was coming and you braced yourself for a lecture of some sort.
"Now how do you expect to find a respectable young man when you expose yourself out in public like this?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest. "Oh I’m just kidding, it’s hot out, do what you want." You let you a breath of relieved air. "You remember we have Aunt Millie’s wedding this weekend right?" Millie wasn’t really your aunt. She was actually your mom’s college roommate from back in the day, though you’d grown up calling her aunty so you made no objections to the name. You made a face.
"Yes, I remember mom."
"Well, I’ll be heading up tomorrow. Millie just called, her cousin got food poisoning and won’t be able to stand in as her bridesmaid so she asked me." She tucked her phone into her purse.
"What am I supposed to do?" You demanded. Your father and brother were long gone on a soccer tournament down in Vermont, so you only had one car.
"Oh, well the groom is —you know, Anne right? Our next door neighbor, Anne! She’s a lovely woman!—Anne’s nephew so her family is going. I’ve arranged for her son— you remember Harry right? we always spend the Fourth with them?—to bring you." Your jaw dropped as a thousand disapproving arguments ran through your head.
"Mom! It’s like a three hour drive! We aren’t that close!" You weren’t about to tell her that the real reason was that Harry was a very confusing subject for you, a topic you had never really been able to figure out.
You’d grown up next to him your entire life, though he was a couple years younger than you. Your bedrooms faced each other, and on more than one occasion you’d caught him peeping on you. He’d always had that title, Peeping Tom. Even in school, he was once in detention for sneaking into the girls locker room with a group of his friends. This was in my last year, I was even in there, though I had luckily just stepped into the shower when they came in so he hadn’t gotten a peep of me then. He’s made up for that many times, however.
Harry was clearly attractive, but he wasn’t necessarily the hottest guy you’d ever seen. He had some acne problems across his face, a few red bumps you knew he was a little self conscious about. He was tall and used to be this skinny, lanky kid. But in the last few years he’s grown into himself in ways that made you uncomfortable—though, which you didn’t like to admit, you’d always had a thing for the younger boy next door. Something about him just set you off in ways you couldn’t explain. But now he was so much taller than you, his arms practically bulged with muscle. He still had that boyish appearance in his face though, the slightest amount of baby fat left, a few pimples scattered around, his hair repulsively long.
And even with all of his imperfections, somehow he was still the star of your wet dreams, every last one of them. You’d woken up countless times in the night panting, clenching your thighs as your heart raced in your chest, the only sound in the room it’s beats and your labored breath. So many nights you’d found yourself fantasizing about him—was he as big as you assumed? He had to be long, if the old wives tale was true. ‘You know what they say about big hands.’ And what did he taste like? You’d given blowjobs before and hasn’t really enjoyed the taste, but you wouldn’t so much mind….
"Are you listening to me?" You blinked, realizing your thighs were clenched together, your palms sweating from more than just the brutal July heat.
"Sorry," you said, hoping your mother would think you had just innocently zoned out, instead of been dreaming about the taste of the neighbors sons dick in your mouth… "What did you say?"
"I said it’ll be a good chance for you to get more acquainted with the boy then," your mother said suggestively, and you rolled your eyes. "He comes from a pretty wealthy family you know. And he seems like a nice kid."
Nice kid. Right. ‘That’s because he hasn’t told you he likes your tits after he watched you change from a shower.’ You would never say that out loud however, and so you just shook your head. “Never in a million years.”
Suddenly a shiny black Ranger pulled into the driveway adjacent to yours, cutting off your conversation with your mom. Curiosity got the best of the both of you, and you were shocked to see none other than Harry step out of the car. And cue the embarrassing mother.
"Harry!" Her voice took a high note not even opera singers could hit, and you winced. Harry whirled around, his face lighting up as he took in the scene. He smiled pleasantly at your mother, and when his eyes fell on you his lips curled into a sly little smirk. He loped across the lawn until he stood in front of the two of you, his gaze completely unabashed.
"Mrs. Y/L/N, always a pleasure," Harry charmed your mother to make her giggle like a schoolgirl. "Ready for this weekend?"
"Oh yes. I’ll be leaving tomorrow morning. You two will get there alright, yeah?" Harry’s piercing green eyes fell on you, making your skin crawl. Though you weren’t sure if it was in a bad way.
"Yeah, we’ll get there alright." You wanted to punch him right then and there, though you restrained.
"Wonderful! I’ll just leave you two be then." What your mother never was, was subtle. You rolled your eyes as she hurried away. "See you soon harry! Drive safely!"
"You too, ma’am!" Harry waited until she was out of earshot to turn back to you, eyes again roaming your body. You crossed your arms. "Well look at you. All grown up."
"You say that as if I’m not older than you," you sneered. God he was annoying. Annoying and unfortunately cute. It was distracting, really.
"Oh I know you’re older," he said. "I’m just not accustomed to seeing you in anything other than basketball clothes or a sweatshirt." He paused, smirking. "Or nothing at all."
"You’re a pervert," you said, though your cheeks flamed. You couldn’t help it around him.
"I’m just honest," he said innocently. "Excited for our little road trip?"
"Not at all. No funny business," you ordered him. He tossed his head back and laughed, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing with the motion. You found you really the sound of his laugh.
"We’ll see about that."
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