Next Door

Original story by Azumitheflirt

Tags: Public masturbation, risk of discovery, voyeurism, public sex, white-male/white-female, white-male/black-female, implied impregnation, oral, deepthroat, choker-snapping, after-sex cuddling, happy ending.


Running wasn't helping. Neither did the cold shower. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she sat in the shower stall. All the other girls had gone home, or off on dates with their white boyfriends. Some had bragged in the locker room about how sore their boyfriends made them every night. A couple of the girls were already pregnant. They positively glowed with joy. She had seen Tina and Lisa with cute little baby bumps, one on each arm of their white boyfriend. Her fingers rubbed more feverishly.

He had asked at lunch if she needed help studying. They had grown up together. He had always lived next door, always treated her so kindly. The best kind of friend. That was what made asking him so hard. They had grown up laughing and playing together, hugging each other while riding inner tubes down the river or wrestling in the grass. Then one day she looked at him and realized he was all grown up... and so was she. The happy feeling she got when staring up at the stars next to him turned to something more. She slid her fingers deep inside and whimpered his name into her hand.

Other girls thought she was a lesbian. The hair, the way she bristled, the fact that whenever a brown boy shuffled up and asked, "When you gunna go wid me?" she kicked him into next week. Nothing could be further from the truth. Her neck muscles tensed against her choker collar. How she wanted him! She wanted him to hug her from behind, hold her down in the grass, and use her like a toy. At night, she would dream about him putting a dog collar on her neck and leading her around naked, showing everyone her tight body, perky breasts, and all of his cum leaking from her holes. She needed him to tie her up, rip her spats, and savor her screams as he took his pleasure.

Her hips bucked and she tried to muffle her moans. She could never ask him to do any of that. He was her best friend. It wouldn't be proper for a young white man to treat her so. Besides, he didn't think of her that way. And then there was Angela...

A squeaky hinge froze the blood in her veins. Then she heard a voice. Speak of the devil...

"This way. Yes, the girls' showers, they're always cleaner than the boys'. C'mon!" It was Angela's voice, and there was a second pair of footsteps with her. The brown tomboy shivered in the shower stall, afraid she would be caught, but they walked right past without pulling the curtain. "This'll do. Give me a kiss, big guy. I know you like this swimsuit, right?"

Sweat trickled down her brow as she heard clothes falling off. Angela was the white girl dating the man she loved. There was no way to compete with her. Rich, buttery-blonde hair and crystal-blue eyes. Tits that begged to be groped, instead of A-cups. Pure white skin, with a few freckles. Plus her family had lots of money. The brown tomboy tried to be happy for him, she really did. As Angela began to moan and squirm in the next stall over, the girl from next door began rubbing herself and sniffling sadly.

He was really digging in, pressing her up against the wall and thrusting deep. They didn't care who heard them, and why should they? Nothing shameful about a white man ensuring the future of his race. She would be happy just to lick the cum that dribbled down his scrotum, but she didn't have the nerve to even lean out of the stall for a look. That was her problem. For all the bluster and anger she showed, the brown tomboy always lost all her courage when talking to her crush. It was hurting her grades, since all she could think about in class was him. She wouldn't even be sitting in this stall, listening to the rhythmic slap of white flesh, if she had not been overcome by the urge to rub one out to thoughts of him...

Every time they studied together, she squandered the opportunity. Whenever he picked her up in that big Cadillac they had restored, she never had the nerve to ask him to take a left turn and park under the trees. Her fingers dug deep as she heard the two nearing climax. Whenever he came home from a date with Angela, clothes mussed and lipstick smeared on his face, she would watch from her window and weep. Years ago, they would climb across the rooftops to each other's windows all the time. Any night she wanted to, she could slip into his bedroom and offer him her naked body, but she never had the guts.

The little squeak of joy she gave was nothing compared to their song of ecstasy. She imagined all the thick, white seed pumping into Angela's womb. The girl was probably pregnant already, doing her part to help with population decline. Her parents would be so proud. The two slumped down in the stall, kissing and cuddling in the afterglow, while the brown tomboy hugged herself and shivered.

"That was amazing," purred Angela. "Just like always, my love." She drew in a deep breath. "I wanted to steal one last time before I let that Lin girl have you for the evening. She's a shy thing, but very respectful. I knew you two would make a good pair. Which reminds me... aren't you leaving a bit of a loose end? That girl you live next to... she isn't part of an anti-white terror organization or anything, is she?"

"Of course not," he replied. "I've known Riley almost as long as we've both been alive."

He said her name. Her heart thumped.

"It's just... the way she looks at you worries me. She always has that angry expression when I'm around." The blonde sighed. "And you are right, she's known you long enough that if she wanted you, she would say something. That's why I'm worried about her. If she's gotten some kind of communist propaganda into her head, she-"

"Riley's like a sister to me. We're not as close as we used to be, but I can't imagine the sweet girl I grew up with turning into some kind of racist." His belt jingled as he pulled it back on. "Maybe she's just... well, you know. You're a couple bra sizes bigger."

"And don't you forget it." The smirk in her voice was loud and clear. "Well, as long as you're sure. I need to get over to the parking lot before Jeeves shows up with the limo and wonders where I am. There's an anti-racism meeting I'm scheduled to chair tonight. Oh, and if you go down on Lin tonight, pay a little extra attention to the lower part of her inner walls. She's very sensitive there." The blonde kissed her lover one last time. "Rock her world and knock her up, my love. We're stamping out racism and anti-capitalistic thought, one working womb at a time."

That was Angela's way. She was destined for politics, and clever as a fox. Her high heels clicked on the tile floor as she strolled out, glowing with that freshly-filled energy. The tomboy held her breath as her crush walked past the stall. He was moving a little slower, likely exhausted from his labors. She bit her lip as she heard the door slam behind Angela. Gathering up all her courage, she staggered upright, stepped out from the shower, tripped on the curtain, and fell right into his arms.

"Riley?" he exclaimed in surprise.

She nodded, all tongue-tied. "H-hi... me. T-take me, I mean. I... please?"

He stood her upright and stared at her naked body, mouth agape. "I... Riley, you... you heard all that? I don't... Angela's not... I-"

She hugged him as hard as she could, until she heard him gasp. Words were something she was terrible with, and if she didn't hold on she would lose her nerve and run. He hugged her tight, cradling her fit body against his.

"Riley... are... are you sure? I... you're my best friend, I don't... I can't hurt you. I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

Tears leaked down her cheeks. "You can't hurt me, idiot. You're the one who's always doing stupid stuff and getting hurt." She sniffled. "T-take me... if... do you want me?" Her eyes pleaded for him to say yes. "I'm not good at... at this. Do you not l-like me?"

"If I didn't like you so much, I would have asked a long time ago," he admitted. "I just... I always thought you would ask."

"And I always thought you would too, idiot. That's what a white man's supposed to do." She grabbed him by his belt and yanked it loose. "He's supposed to take what's his, and parade it around like a gold medal, see?"

"Yeah." He ran his hands over her dark skin. "Yeah, I see. I'm sorry, Riley."

"Don't say it with your mouth," she growled, pulling down his pants and dropping to his knees. She could still smell Angela on his big white cock. "Say it with this." Opening wide, she licked his tip. The delicious flavor of a white man's cum and a white woman's juices mingled on her tongue. It was intoxicating, and soon she had him on his back in the shower stall. Her head bobbed up and down, taking as much of that thick white dick as she could. "C'mon. We have to make up for lost time, right?" She ran a finger around the choker on her neck. "Teach me my place."

He stood up again, lightly hugging her along the way, and took her head with both hands. "Are you sure?" She opened wide in response. He eased his tip into her mouth, then began to thrust down, a little deeper each time, until they had a steady pace. Her dark hands were around his waist, while his held her head in place as he used her mouth like she had longed to be used for so long. Finally he groaned and thrust almost to his hilt. The collar around her neck snapped as thick ropes of his seed gushed down her throat. She tried to swallow it all, but coughed up more than a little, leaving herself a cum-covered mess. Thick white seed trickled down her chin and covered her small breasts. He grinned at her. "Riley... have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"

She gulped for air and coughed, then looked at him hungrily. "N-no... and don't start now, idiot." The tomboy leaned against him and focused on clearing her airway. He had given her so much, and that was after Angela wrung him dry. A smirk crossed her face. She had tried her best to suck every trace of that white girl off of him. "Um... how beautiful?"

"As beautiful as the sunrise," he hugged her from behind.

"B-beautiful enough to... to have a kid with?" she asked nervously.

His eyes widened. "Riley... what about your athletics?"

"What about 'em?" she shot back. "It's not like I'm gonna let myself get fat and dumpy like that stuck-up white girl who thinks she's entitled to all your seed unless she decides to ration it out, huh?" She pushed herself up and straddled him. "And my parents won't mind. They'll be happy, even. I... y-you know what they had to say when I came home with my hair short and dyed like this." The tomboy bit her lip. "I'll show everybody how straight I am! So don't think this is about you, because it's not!"

He hugged her again, despite her resistance. "OK, Riley, OK... but you're gonna need to give me a minute to recharge."

The dark-skinned tomboy snuggled against him, her fingers playing over his white body. "Just a minute. Sheesh, I knew I should have made you work on your cardio. You're just spoiled, that's all. Too many girls throwing themselves at you with spread legs, you can't even get it up for your best friend! Maybe I'm not in the mood, huh? Maybe I'm a little sensitive after all these years of rubbing myself raw while wishing you would pin me down and choke me, did you ever think about that? No, all you think about is yourself! They say guys only think with their dicks, but if that was true you'd have climbed into my window a long time ago and put a white baby in me! And-"

He shut her up with a long kiss, then rolled over and pinned her against the shower floor. "OK, big mouth. Just like when we were kids, huh? Well, you'd better get ready!"

His tip pressed against her entrance. Riley tried to relax, but kept tensing up as he slid inside. She felt as tight as a snare drum, and her toes curled as soon as his head was all the way in. This was real, this was him and her with nobody else to bother them. A wild grin spread over her lips. She needed this, she wanted this, and she knew this would be the first of many times. Her arms hugged around his neck, while his hands held her down against the tile. It was hard for her to take his full length, even though she was dripping wet, but as they moved together she began to acclimate. Soon enough she was whimpering his name and holding on for dear life. Since he had cum so much lately, he had fantastic staying power, and he seemed determined to make her regret goading him.

By the time he was ready to cum, she was a trembling, twitching mess. There was no whispered question about pulling out, no last minute, are-you-sure, just him thrusting hilt deep and her legs wrapping around his waist. She had bled a little, but that pain was barely noticeable. As Riley felt his length twitching and spurting inside her, she let her eyes roll back in her head and sighed in release. This was what she had always wanted from the boy next door.

They staggered out of the girls' showers together and into his car. She leaned her head against his shoulder as he pulled out of the school parking lot. They did not say a word to each other as he drove them home. No idle talk about wanting to see each other later tonight, or how good it had felt. Nothing needed to be said. After he finished with Lin, he knew he would find Riley waiting when he came home. The brown tomboy would climb over the rooftops tonight, and every night thereafter. He ran his fingers along her bare leg, up to the bottom of her shorts. She smiled up at him. Yes, she would be in his bed tonight, right where she belonged.