After my freshman year of college, I spent the summer back home working for my uncle who was an accountant. Living at home was horrible after the freedom of college life, but it had its perks. I didn't pay rent, I ate for free, and I had an absolutely gorgeous neighbor.
Cindy moved into the house next door to mine at the end of my junior year. With all the partying of my last summer of high school and the crazy schedule of senior year, I never really got to know Cindy. But the fact that she was an absolute knockout never escaped my notice. Cindy was tall and leggy at 5'10". Her legs had wonderful curves and she had the cutest round bottom that she regularly showed off with shorts that were a little too tight. She had the most seductive strawberry blond hair that burned with a light red color in the sunlight and always seemed silky and smooth. Her beautiful face was highlighted by two very dark blue eyes and a set of soft, lush lips. Her most prominent feature was a set of very large, firm breasts that stuck out proudly in front of her. Her impressive rack seemed out of place on her long, thin frame, and she brazenly displayed them with very tight T-shirts or dangerously low necklines that exposed much of her ample cleavage.
Cindy and I talked to each other occasionally when we happened to meet out in front of our houses or when we saw each other around the neighborhood, but we never really became close friends. She was a year younger and most of her time was spent involved in her playing soccer, so we never had much time to get to know each other. I did catch regular glimpses of her practicing her soccer skills in her backyard or just laying out reading a book, because the fence separating our two backyards was rather low and I could see into her property from my back steps. But I never said much to her.
When I came home for the summer, my mom had a lot to say about Cindy. My mother had never liked the clothes that Cindy chose to wear over her young body, but my mother went further to say that Cindy was earning herself a reputation as a bit of a slut at high school. I had no idea how my mom would have found this information, so I dismissed it as gossip until an event later in the summer.
I had arrived home and started work in mid-May, so I was home when Cindy graduated from high school. I didn't realize her momentous occasion was upon her until one day I was lying out in the sun next to my backyard pool. I heard the back door open and close next door and someone shuffled out into the yard. I was about to fall asleep, so I paid no mind until someone started kicking a soccer ball into the fence. The loud thumping was impossible to ignore, so I stood up and walked over.
Standing on tiptoe, I was just able to peek over the fence. Cindy stood there, dressed in her cap and gown, and launched the soccer ball into the fence in front of me.
"Hey neighbor," I called. "What the heck are you doing?"
Cindy visibly blushed with a little embarrassment when she saw me and walked closer to the fence. We had really only talked this way once or twice before.
"Sorry, am I bothering you?" she asked.
"Not really," I lied, "but I am wondering what you're doing playing soccer in that get-up." She actually laughed.
"Oh well," she said, a serious look quickly darkening her face, "just thinking about things. I'm graduating today."
"Congratulations," I said with a smile.
"Thanks," she replied with a very sweet smile of her own.
"So what are you thinking about?" I asked.
"Well," she paused for a moment before looking back up into my eyes. "I haven't made too many friends since I moved here. It kind of sucks that I'm graduating but I don't have anyone really close that I can celebrate with."
There was a short, very silent pause after her statement.
"Do you think I'm a loser?" she asked, looking back up at me.
I laughed so loud and hard I think I honestly scared her. "Of course not," I quickly replied when I saw the apprehension in her face. "I know you're very smart, you've always been very nice when we talk, you're a very sweet girl, and you're drop dead gorgeous," I replied. The red color rushed to her cheeks and she looked down at her feet even though I could see a smile light her face.
"You're just saying that to make me feel less stupid," she said, sill not looking at me.
"Not at all," I said, catching her eyes as she looked up at me. "I just regret that we never really got to know each other because I'm sure I would have been lucky to be your friend." Her smile grew very wide.
We paused again for a moment and she shuffled around, long blond hair falling over her face as she looked back down at her feet.
"Cindy?!" her mother called from the house. She looked back up at me and smiled as she began to walk towards her door.
"Thanks," she said, looking into my eyes, "I really appreciate what you said."
"Anytime," I replied, "I really meant it." How could anyone think this sweet and innocent girl was a slut?
Two weeks later, on a humid mid-June evening, I was laying out next to my pool trying to beat the summer heat. My parents were out of town for two weeks on one of those European cruises, and I was enjoying having the summer to myself. I was drifting through the afternoon heat, floating somewhere between sleep and relaxed consciousness, when I heard something rustling against the side fence.
"Hey," came a soft call, instantly stirring me from my listlessness. I opened my eyes to see Cindy peeking over the fence.
"Hey," I called back in greeting.
"It's hot," she said matter-of-factly. I could only see the top of her head and her eyes, but it seemed like she was smiling.
"Yes it is," I replied, almost in question.
"Think I can come for a swim in your pool?" she asked. "I won't make a mess." Now I was sure she was smiling.
"Sure," I said in reply.
The head disappeared without warning, and I sat up waiting curiously. From the side of the house, Cindy came strolling into the back yard. The sight of her young body would have been enough to kill a fragile man. Her silky blond hair was held back in a ponytail, and her dark blue eyes seemed full of mischief. Her large, firm breasts were encased tightly in a small pink string bikini top, and her flat midriff was visible all the way down to her pink bikini bottom. Her toned ass was visible, and led my eyes all the way down her long, curvy legs to her painted pink toenails. She carried a white towel casually over her shoulder, but what mesmerized me was the way her huge tits jiggled gently up and down as she walked.
Suddenly I was very conscious of the fact that I was getting an instant hard on and was also wearing nothing more than swim shorts. I had to find a distraction.
"How did you get in?" I asked in honest curiosity.
"Through the side gate," she replied, "your parents used to let me in that way all this past Spring."
She gave me a quizzical look, and then with the flash of a smile she tossed her towel towards me and took two quick steps before leaping into the pool. I marveled at how the thin triangles of fabric that made up her top could manage to remain over her smooth breasts as they bobbed violently during her jump. Cindy splashed around gleefully in the water for a bit, and watching the water cascade over her amazing figure rapidly started inflating my uncooperative dick. I decided to lie back and attempt to return to my slumber before I embarrassed myself.
"Aren't you coming in?" asked Cindy curiously.
I responded without opening my eyes, "Maybe later."
