Meet Cody Jones, the neighborhood bully and all around asshole. For years he had lived, with his family, next door to Jennifer Sloan. Many nights he had fantasized about ramming his thick cock into her preppy little ass and showing her she was no better then anyone else. But, he knew, this was only a fantasy ......... or was it.
Saturday morning, Cody was awakened by Jennifer and her friends splashing around in her pool and jamming to very loud music.
"Hey!!," he yelled down from his bedroom window, "You bitches cut that noise out, some of us are trying to sleep here."
Jennifer was in the middle of the pool, floating on a plastic heart shaped float when she pulled her sunglasses down to her nose and looked up at Cody's window, "Are you talking to me?"
"Yeah, I'm talking to you, you little preppy princess, keep your slut friends quiet, I'm trying to sleep," he yelled back, slamming the window shut.
"God, Jen, who the fuck was that?" asked Mia, Jennifer's best friend.
"Oh nobody," she answered, "Just the neighborhood asshole who I've had to live next door to for the past 15 years."
Jennifer slid her sunglasses back up and leaned her head back, soaking in some of the California sun.
Back at Cody's house, sleep was gone for the day now. He climbed out of bed again and sat at his computer desk, sliding it over just a bit to get a full glimpse at the bitch next door. His eyes scanned her long, tan legs and her full breasts that always seemed to make his cock turn into a steel rod. Like always, Cody pulled his throbbing cock from his boxers and proceeded to jack off, watching the object of his desire.
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Two days later, there was a knock on Cody's front door, he answered it wearing only a towel as he had just stepped out of the shower.
"Yeah?" he asked, standing there only to find the bitch, Jennifer, standing on the other side.
Jennifer was speechless for a moment. She had never seen Cody like this. He was always wearing dirty jeans and t-shirts with holes in them and a bandana around his head.
"Uhhh, uhhh," she stuttered, finding herself very flustered, "My car won't start, do you think you could come over and look at it? I wouldn't ask except my parents are gone for the summer to Switzerland and you are the only male around ....... So, do you mind?"
Cody rolled his eyes and thought about it for a second or two, "Yeah, let me get dressed and I'll come take a look at it."
As he shut the door, a devilish smile spread across Jennifer's lips, suddenly Cody Jones wasn't so bad after all.
Fifteen minutes later, as promised, Cody walked over to Jennifer's house and found her in the garage, with the hood up on her car.
"Ok, I'm here," he said, walking over to the vehicle and the damsel in distress.
"I don't know what's wrong with it, it worked just fine yesterday, now it only makes a buzzing sound when I turn the key," she said, sucking on the plastic ear piece of her sunglasses.
Cody leaned into the engine, messing with random wires. Jennifer took this opportunity to walk behind him and check out his ass which was now tucked into a tight pair of Wranglers.
"Well, I think I've found your problem," said Cody, "Look at this battery, it looks like something from the dark ages, you're gonna need a new one."
Jennifer stood there for a moment, then said, "Ok, my parents left me a credit card for emergencies, can you take me to get a new one?"
"Sure, but all I got is my bike, hope you have nothing against motorcycles," he said, slamming the hood closed.
"Ok, let me go inside and freshen up, I'll meet you in your drive-way in 10 minutes," she said, turning and running into the house.
Ten minutes later, Jennifer came bouncing into the drive-way where Cody was already sitting on his bike, waiting for her.
"Here, put this on," he said, handing her a black helmet.
