The Girl Next Door: My Secret Obsession Every year my family and our next door neighbors took a weeklong camping trip together. They have done this for as long as I can remember. And almost as long as I can remember, I’ve been in love with Ashley, the next door neighbor girl. Literally the girl next door. Ever since about seventh grade I had been in love with her and that’s when I remember when I first wanted to fuck her. She was so gorgeous; she was about 5’4” and had long blonde-brown hair that fell almost to her waist. She had big boobs and a perfect round ass. She was slim and very fit. We had always been friends and this caused a hell of a lot of problems for me. Since we had been friends for such a long time we were always joking and I guess, flirting. She never minded if I tickled her or hugged her and sadly I felt like she saw me as a brother. I wanted to have her so bad, that created a lot of tension for me. I could even see her bedroom window from mine. This was bad, because every night at about 10:30 she would strip down and be in her underwear for a few minutes and then she’d turn from the window, strip completely and then she would get into her pajamas. This was when I would jack off to her. It was like a live strip tease and it was just for me every night. This nightly ritual started when we were in eighth grade and she kept it up for about 2 years before she started going to bed around 11:00 or later, so it was inconsistent. But I had seen enough to get my nightly fix, so it didn’t matter. So anyway, I had just turned 18 just before I graduated High School and Ashley had turned 18 about a month before me. I hadn’t had sex yet and I was a little nervous to go to college a virgin. I was masturbating constantly and sometimes even twice a day. …the next moment changed everything