Charlie's chastity (femdom)

The bitch next door

(Charlie pov)

It was a boring day. Not like I expected anything else on a gloomy Saturday. I was in the middle of reading my book until I heard a loud noise coming from outside the window beside me. It sounded like a large truck.

I dog eared the page and looked into the old window closely. It was a large moving truck, moving down the street to and fro.

The house right in front of me was abandoned, nobody had lived there since years ago. It was dim and run down, like an unlit candle or lantern. You could tell it used to have many inhabitants by the small cracks in its bricks. The wood in the front porch slowly decaying.

There were multiple cars scattered on the street infront of the house, they were most likely the new owners. It would be pretty cool if one of them was my age.

I slowly watched everybody exit their cars. All was normal until I saw a girl.

She yanked the car door open and staggered out in a strange manner. Like an old drunk. She dressed in a strange manner too, a black outfit. Her messy hair was a type of red that you could tell was dyed.

She held a lit cigar in her hand as she yelled profanities at the people who I assume to be her parents. What was she so mad about?! I had to admit she was strangely beautiful though..

It could just be me being a hopeless romantic though. I've never really attracted attention from girls, at this point if an obese monster even looked in my direction for a second I'd feel flattered.

The mysterious girl sat down on the old rocking chair in her front porch. I rested my hands on the window sill watching her attentively, hoping she wouldn't look in my direction.

I didn't want to look like some creep so I distanced myself from the window slightly, until she actually looked my way.

Her eyes trailed over and locked with mine, I felt myself immediately drop to the carpet in humiliation. I covered my flushed face trying to process what just happened.

My heartbeat was skyrocketing out of my chest, the memory of her catching me replaying in my mind over and over again. Why the hell did that have to happen?! But something told me to look up again. I slowly sat up back onto my feet and peered through the window with just my eyes in view.

The girls gaze was looking away this time. Phew, thank god. I stood back up looking out my window again.

This time I looked at her, I couldn't look away. I was mesmerized. But just as I thought I was gonna be safe, her head turned back to me. My eyes shot open and I didn't know what to do.

Before I could even try to get out of this she studied me, like the most judgmental person you could ever come across. She glanced at me like I was a pile of trash on the side of the road. My bulging eyes tried to look away from her but they kept trailing back.

She immediately rolled her eyes at me and gave me the finger. I couldn't believe my eyes. What did I ever do to deserve this?!

I knit my eyebrows in annoyance. Her lips began to move and then I heard two words that I'll never ever forget.

"Fuck off!" She yelled at me, keeping her middle finger up.

I whirled back around and jumped onto my bed cowering into a corner. Wow, what a great first impression to the girl next door!

I reflected on what had just happened to me. No matter how much my tear ducts stinged, I wasn't able to cry. A strong feeling of cringe roamed my stomach. If I ever came across that girl again I'd be in deep shit.