Page 52 of The Man Next Door
She grabbed one of the porn mags and flipped it open, not too interested. “Boys are such pigs. My brother has these too.”
“Oh no… little Abe reads porn mags.”
She laughed out loud. “No, Danny… you idiot.”
I grabbed the other one and flipped through, intrigued by the images of big breasted women dressed in nothing but little panties or nothing at all.
Izzie took the magazine with her, and stretched out on Jake’s bed.
I wondered why I didn’t look like that yet, doubting that I ever would. Their breasts were so perfect and round, and their legs so long and smooth.
“Hey, check out the tits on her,” Izzie said. “I wonder if that’s his girlfriend.”
I dropped the magazine, and jumped on the bed. I looked out the window, and sure enough, Gavin was standing there with a buxom brunette. They were talking, standing close, a little too close for my liking. He kissed her on the cheek and she smiled before stepping off his porch. She wobbled on her slutty high heels as she made her way back to her car, a small silver sedan. She waved goodbye before getting in. He waved back, a huge grin plastered on his face.
My stomach hardened at the sight of them, and I couldn’t quite breathe properly. The foreign sensation shook me to my core. I didn’t immediately recognize it, not until hours later.
I was insanely jealous.
“Let’s put all this stuff back, and get out of here before my brother gets back.” I was shaking as I collected all my brother’s secrets, and attempted to place them just as they had been. My brain was full of Gavin and that woman as I slid the drawer back in. I couldn’t stop thinking about her; about her big tits, her high red heels, and her long legs. She looked like one of those girls in Jake’s porn mags. How could I have been so foolish? Of course, that was the kind of woman Gavin would like, all curves and sex. He wasn’t interested in a kid like me.
Well, I wasn’t a fucking kid. And I would show him.
To this day, I still can’t believe the series of events that followed that day. It wasn’t me at all. It was what I recognize today as the green monster.
“Let’s go to your house,” I blurted, out of nowhere. “I’m bored with my place.”
Izzie shrugged. “Sure… if you want. I don’t care.”
I had a plan in mind. It had come to me in a quick flash. Truth be told, I was completely out of my teenage mind.
And the first step was to go to Izzie’s.
