The Boy Next Door.
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  • LECTURES 9,621
  • Votes 267
  • Parties 7
  • Durée 44m
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement déc. 19, 2014
He looked at me closely and put his hand gently on my face and formed a smile.

" What would I do without you" then leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips..

And at that moment I knew I was in love with my neighbor.. 


Hey my names karma, I'm 17 years old and I have two beautiful sisters, Amy and Avery. My dad raised me and my sisters since my mom left us I live in a small, yet most richest town in California. Ever since I moved to Beverley Hills it changed my life forever.. I had my first love, first heart break, first fight, First two best friends. Wanna find out more ? read on..
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Slowly, he lifted his head and kissed my chin. I didn't respond, I just continued to stare out the window. He moved his hands from my hips up to my neck and continued to kiss my chin and cheeks sensually. I was sure he was trying to be sexy and romantic but it wasn't interesting to me. He trailed his lips up to my mine and started to kiss and nibble on my bottom lip. I moved my face to the other side in a silent attempt to get away. "Why are you like this? Just kiss me, Margot." He whined. I glanced above myself into his face, "I told you Seth, I'm not into it. I don't want to kiss you." He sighed heavily and leaned his face into my neck, "I don't understand you. I've tried to do whatever you wanted, I don't get it. I just want to make you happy. I want to make you come." I chuckled, "I've never gotten off with you. You know that." It came out cruel, which I hadn't intended on. It wasn't his fault that I didn't seem to respond to him, he tried all kinds of things but it just didn't do anything for me. Seth looked down at me, his face was full of hurt, "I think I love you, you know." I shook my head, "No you don't. Trust me, this isn't love. This is just sex." I pushed up on his chest, motioning for him to get off of me and pull out. He did as I requested, shifting onto his haunches so I could pull myself over to the other side of the back seat. I pulled my shirt down and pick up my jeans from the floor of the car. "I can love you if I want to." He muttered as he pulled his own clothes onto his body. He had taken the condom off, tied it and threw it out the window. I tugged my hair up into a pony tail and glared at him, "You can, but I would advise against it. I don't love you, Seth and I'm not going to."
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