From
The Girl Next Door
by Sommer Marsden
"Run this next door. I have to bathe the baby. Don't just stand there, do it," Gem demanded. I shook my head. No please or thank you or go fuck yourself. Just an order.
I took the box and hit the steps in my bare feet. It wasn't that cold and it was only ten steps. Ten steps from our door to the next house. I knocked, cold biting at my soles, toes tingling. Then I knocked again, hopping from one foot to the other.
"What you doing, fool boy? Standing out there in your naked feet." She pulled me in. Jewel. Tall and slender. Eyes the color of turquoise and hair the color of warm toast. She grinned and took the box, flipping the lid as I watched. "Too small, you say?"
"Well, yeah. Ever since Gem gained…well, they are a bit snug, is what she told me." I shrugged and watched. My eyes riveted and greedy-shiny I'm sure as she slipped the slender strapped Mary Janes on her pretty feet.
"How do they look, Jason?" she asked.
"They…um…yeah, they look good, Jewel," I said. I said good a bit too giddily I thought, but my head did feel mighty light.
"Yeah?" she sauntered forward, pushed the front door shut. Then she was a blur of flouncy flowered dress and shiny shoes. She lifted her leg and hooked it over my arms like we were about to start some bizarre dance. But I could feel the heat of her pussy–she was bare under there.
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