Young Redhead Next Door Part 1

Taboo
2006-03-10

After sleeping in untill around nine I crawl out of bed and turn on the tv, just in time to catch the local weather conditions. Just before nine in the morning, and already it was around 86 and humid, the weather for the day was to be hotter and more humid. 'Too damn hot for me to be out on the battlefied' I think to my self. On a day like this, there's only one place to be, the swimming pool. I light up a cigarette and head to the window of my room and pull back the curtain. From my room I have a good view of the swimming area. I look down at the pool and see one person there, a decent looking red head girl. As I look down at her, I realize I've seen her before. My thoughts connect and I remember she's staying in the room next to mine. I finish off a bottle of beer that I had been drinking last night as thoughts run through my mind about the girl down at the pool. The thoughts in my mind would only get me in trouble, but it would be worth it. Whatever it takes, I will be in her by the end of the day. I change into my swimming trunks and grab a towel I brought with me and head to the pool. I put my towel on one of the chairs around the pool and get in the water, so far she's ignoring me being there. As I get used to the water she swims over to me and just smiles. I look her over and feel my self getting aroused by the sight of her freckled skin, her hair damp and clinging to her body, and her gorgeous green eyes which are sparkling in the sun light.

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   She's probably around 4'10" with a petite body. "Hi. . . . my name's Tara. . . I think I'm in the room next to you. " She moves closer and giggles. She smiles sweetly at me. "Pleased to meet you Tara. I'm Nick, and you're right, your family is in the room beside me. " I brush one of my hands against her stomach and she giggles. As she giggles I allow my fingers to run over her stomach trying to see what she would say.

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   "That tickles", she smiles and swims from me. I stay where I am, looking at her a few feet from me. "So. . . how old are you Tara?" She looks at me with a little bith of a puzzled look, then answers my question. "12 and 1/2," she swims towards me again, "how old are you? 30?" I feel her swim up against me and she puts her arms around me to keep from going under the water. "30? Not yet, not for a few more years. I'm 22. " She smiles at me innocently, "Older boys are fun. " She swims away just in time to be at the other end of the pool when her parents show up. When they arrive I get out and head to the chair I have my stuff on. I light up a cigarette and pretend to not be paying attention to their conversation. From what I can hear, she doesn't seem to be very happy about being forced to go out with her family. I hear her say something about wanting to stay and swim, even hearing my name mentioned once.

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   I look up to see her standing in front of me with her parents. 'Shit. . . this is never good', I think to my self. .