The girl next door, - ᴛ.ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

Chapter eight.

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Bill and I waited by Mandy's house, a cigarette between my lips and the two of us looking decomposed. Hangovers were the death of us.

"Come on, Mandy," I called out, "We're freezing our asses off!" I added, looking around at the snow covering the ground with a shudder as I pushed my free hand into my pocket.

The front door opened, Mandy rushingly walking down the steps.

In a tiny jean skirt.

"Oh sweetie, look at that ass?" I teased, looking down at her and passing my cigarette. Bill had the same smirk I had, and his eyes were following mine.

"Shut the fuck up, I didn't have anything else." She shivered, sighing as she took a drag of my cigarette and passed it back.

I let her walk ahead slightly, my gaze stuck on where we were both looking. You could see her actual ass, and her thong.

"Damn, Mandy? You're a little slut." I grinned, giving her ass cheek a squeeze as she pushed me. "Pimps," she spat back.

"You know us so well." Bill cooed, looking at me while I chuckled, looking down and then back at Mandy who was pretty fed up by now.

"I'm just playing, baby." I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, watching her form a small smile, and shake her head before looking away. "Not your baby, Tom."

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We walked into school, chattering and laughing while we finished off the cigarette we had.

"Mandy, are you coming to our concert tomorrow?" Bill asked, a smile on his face. I nodded, looking up at him with a sigh. "Sure."

Bill clapped, his smile expanding. He checked his schedule, letting out a groan. "I've gotta go. I'll see you after class, alright?"

I gave him a slight nod, watching him split as my gaze drifted to Tom. "Do you have cooking too?"

"You bet." He sighed, letting out a long sigh. "I'm terrible at cooking, usually skip." Tom continued, looking down at me with a chuckle. "Wanna come?" He unzipped his bag, pulling out a tin full of joints.

I shrugged, sighing. "Better than class." I murmured and stuffed my bag into my locker before dragging him along to the bathroom.

He pulled open the door, closing it behind us and leading me into a stall. Tom sat on the toilet seat, his long legs crossed at the ankles as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a lighter.

For a minute, I thought about what Seb had said.

"You alright?" Tom tilted his head, lighting up the joint and offering it to me. I shook my head, declining.

He looked at me, his eyes roaming for a second before he patted his thigh.
"You wanna sit?" He grinned, a smug look on his face.

It was the only place I could actually sit. The floors were filthy, and his legs took up most of the space.

"If you moved your legs, I wouldn't have to." I rolled my eyes, stepping over his jeans and sitting on the platform on his lap.

It was actually kind of comfortable. Fuck, that's embarrassing.

I shifted, looking down at the shoe size comparison while Tom exhaled a stream of smoke away from my face, his hand going to my hip, the other resting his hand over my thigh with the joint between his fingers, passing it again.

"We have to go back to class after, because there's worse subjects other than cooking." I said quietly, looking down and shifting again.

Tom didn't reply.

"Tom?" I questioned.

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I didn't reply.

The way she was shifting on my cock, it was driving me fucking mad.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath, my head tilting slightly forward as I gazed down at my jeans and the hard-on straining against my boxers beneath them.

"Yeah," I mumbled, my fingers flexing around her hip as I pulled her closer.
"Stop moving, alright?"

I could feel the twitching and the slight wetness of pre-cum on my thigh, and I adjusted slightly. It felt too good, the friction. She couldn't take a hint, but fuck, Mandy. You're killing me.

She seemed confused. I moved her onto my thigh, leaning back and raising my hips to adjust my position. "Yes, we can go back after." I said finally, letting out a sigh as I took a drag of the joint.

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"I feel like a woman." I sighed, tying my apron as I looked over to Mandy. "Spot the difference." She teased, tying hers before dragging me over to the cooking station.

Despite being terrible at cooking, she seemed so excited to try it. As in, German dishes. But she was confused as fuck, and just as bad as me.

And I was fine with that,

But God forbid she burns this kitchen down.

"Mandy, Mandy, nein, you can't keep the gas running," I quickly turned off the stovetop, watching her face me and cross her arms.

"Are you really going to question me?" She raised her eyebrows.

"It wasn't a question." I laughed, tilting my head as she pushed me to sit down on one of the chairs. "Whatever, shut up and watch!" She insisted as I raised my hands in surrender with a chuckle.

"Now, as I said, watch - and learn." She said jokingly between giggles that were so genuine she could barely breathe while backing away and turning to cut some stuff up in bad, thick chunks.

"Oh, Mandy.." I winced.