Sabrina, Part 1

by JW

As I stand by the window sipping a lovely Merlot I am reminiscing about yesterday. Looking out at new plants still emerging in the latter part of spring I am feeling as though I am being reborn. I’ve only been in the neighborhood six months myself so striking up a friendship with the Taggerts was natural given that our properties adjoined and we were both new to the area. Not that the other neighbors weren’t friendly but they had their own little cliques so it was hard to feel completely at home with them.

Even though I was dozen years older than her thirty-five, Pricilla and I hit it off right away. I liked Steve too. He was a very down to earth kind of guy and it didn’t hurt that he was handy around the house. Since my husband passed away in a car accident a year ago in July, I had come to grips with the loss of my life partner and soul mate emotionally but there were certainly times when a strong pair of arms would come in more than a little handy.

The ‘X’ factor was their thirteen-year-old daughter Sabrina. The name will be forever associated with witchcraft and the nymph certainly cast a spell over me. It was that relationship I was reviewing as I looked out over our yards, hoping to catch sight of her.

I heard through the grapevine that it was a young couple who had bought the place next to me. When the SUV pulled into the drive that cool May morning and the little family got out, it wasn’t much of a surprise. The moving van came about a half hour later and with awesome efficiency the burly crew hauled all their belongings into the neat side-split home in less than two hours. While the household goods were being installed I whipped up a welcoming casserole. When the movers had gone I gave my new neighbors another hour or so to settle in before knocking on the door with my offering. The girl, whom I had only glimpsed in the driveway when they had arrived, answered the door. She took my breath away. I thought she was about the most beautiful little girl I had ever seen. My face must have shown my admiration and as I recall I just stood there with my mouth open for several seconds holding the dish in front of me. When she smiled it was an ‘Oh I get that all the time’ kind of look.

“My.... my name is Julie... uh Julie Newton, I’m your next door neighbor,” I finally managed to introduce myself. About the same time I rediscovered my voice an older version of the girl who had stunned me poked her head around the door. The woman with the smudged face and brown hair tied up in a kerchief extended her hand and said, “Hi, I’m Pricilla and this is Sabrina,” then she turned and called over her shoulder, “Steve can you come here for a minute?”

“Oh please don’t let me intrude,” I said. “I just wanted to drop this off and say welcome to the neighborhood. I know what a grueling experience it can be getting settled in a new home. This could relieve you of your cooking chores for today at least,” I added extending the heavy dish.

“That’s wonderful, thank you so much,” the attractive young woman half hidden by the door bubbled. Steve appeared behind his daughter. Looking at the parents it wasn’t hard to see where Sabrina got her good looks.

The tall handsome sandy-haired man extended his hand and said, “Steve Taggert, pleased to meet you.” he transferred the screwdriver he was holding to his left hand and offered me his right. His grip was firm but gentle and looking into his crystal blue eyes I knew where the gene that governed Sabrina’s eye color had come from.

“This is Julie from next door” Pricilla brought her husband up to date.

“Hi” he said again. My eyes were involuntarily drawn back to the shortest member of the family. She was wearing a blue tank top that was not only snug enough to display the high round mounds she was growing but also their smaller puffy caps. The top didn’t quite reach the elastic waistband of her short shorts, leaving a couple of inches of pubescent midriff exposed. At that point, being no expert on adolescent development I would have guessed she was closer to fourteen than her actual age.

“Look honey she brought us dinner isn’t that thoughtful?” missus Taggert asked extending the casserole dish toward her husband.

“Mmmm... smells great” Steve complimented. “Would you join us later for dinner?”

“Oh I wouldn’t want to intrude on your first night in your new home” I demurred. “And I know how busy you are.”

“Oh nonsense” Pricilla said with a big smile “we’d love to get better acquainted, and this casserole is way too big for just the three of us.” I scanned the faces for signs of insincerity and wound up looking at you know who. The stunning little girl joined the chorus

“Yes, please come over for dinner.” It was the first time she’d spoken and her voice had a wonderful musical quality to it. I was looking at her when I said

“Well if you insist...” The thought of spending the evening with my new neighbors was so much more appealing than my usual solitary meal watching TV.

“Great!” Pricilla rejoiced “we’ll eat around seven; if that’s OK?”

“Perfect” I confirmed and turned to leave still wondering why the youngster who’d opened the door had affected me so strongly.

I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up in the yard and getting the pool deck ready. The large in ground pool was the main reason I’d bought this house. That and the fact that there was no way I could stay in the house Bill and I had shared most of our married life; too many memories.

Swimming was such a great aerobic exercise, I enjoyed it and it was the best way I’d found to stay trim. Middle age is merciless on a woman’s body without a plan. The pool company would be by within the next couple of weeks to get it ready for the summer.

Later in the shower the vision of Sabina came into my head again as I was washing my less than pert ‘C’ cup boobs. There were some things all the exercise in the world couldn’t stop. Running my soapy hands over my permanently protruding nipples several mild shocks occurred between my legs. The fact that I was envisioning the little girl next door at the time was just a coincidence I told myself. I briefly contemplated the pulse setting on the shower head; ‘too late I decided’ then abandoned the thought. I dressed in a casual print blouse and jeans and headed next door at twenty after seven.

Sabrina had changed into a mauve sundress that was a little looser in the top but accented the fact that she already had noticeable hips and a waist. The skirt hung full and loose around her mid thighs. It felt as though someone had gently pinched my nipples when I saw what looked like a very genuine welcoming smile.

“Come on dinner’s ready” she said with some urgency and took my hand pulling me toward the kitchen. The soft little hand on mine caused the sensation in my breasts to intensify and I couldn’t blame it on the shower this time.

I got acquainted with the Taggerts over dinner amidst the semi unpacked stacks of boxes. Steve was a road construction foreman and was on jobsites all week during the good weather. He only made it home on weekends. They’d moved from up state because Steve was in line for a promotion and would be training under the area superintendent who was due to retire.

“It means even more traveling, but it’s a lot more money” he explained.

“I’m gonna get a job waitressing as soon as we’re settled” Pricilla added between mouthfuls.

We adjourned to the living room and I was impressed at how much Steve had gotten done. The chairs and couch were nicely arranged on the Persian area rug in front of the fireplace. I sat in one of the heavy arm chairs, leaving the sofa for my hosts. Sabrina sat on the arm of the big chair opposite mine. I had mentioned Bill’s untimely passing near the end of dinner and was still graciously accepting their condolences when I looked at the girl opposite me and nearly choked on my mouthful of wine. She was sitting there, much higher than me since I was sunken down in the plush chair. The imp was idly waving her knees back and forth the way kids do. She was too big a kid for this type of behavior. Each time her knees went apart I was treated to a thrilling view of the crotch of her little purple panties. I swallowed hard to avoid sputtering and sort of lost track of the conversation. The sensation that the sight was creating between my legs was wonderful and disturbing at the same time. I had to get my eyes off the tantalizing sight but when I raised them to take in the imp’s face there was a knowing kind of grin that made me feel ashamed. ‘She knows I was looking up her dress’ and the realization made me shiver. I downed the last of my wine in an uncharacteristic gulp. Steve was talking about all the road accidents he had seen and how tragic they were.

“Let me get you some more wine” Pricilla interjected but Sabrina scooted off the arm of the chair before her mother could move.

“No! Let me” she squealed excitedly and in a flash she was standing over me. That’s when I realized how deep the chairs were. Before I could reach up with the glass the girl bend down to take it from my hand. In the process the front purple sundress fell away giving a brief but unobstructed view of the firm round pubescent boobs complete with their pink mushroom cap tops. Sabrina straightened up holding the glass and just stood there looking at me for a second. When she was bent over taking the glass my nips had prickled and my pussy had twitched. When our eyes met I was pretty sure that she knew what I was feeling. That cocky ‘you like what you see?’ smile that she’d been wearing the first time I’d laid eyes on her was there again.

I had to give my head a firm shake to get back to the conversation and reality. Somewhere during the earlier conversation Pricilla had mentioned that Brie’s thirteenth birthday was coming up. ‘She’s not coming on to you... you horny old broad’ I scolded myself ‘she’s too young to even understand the meaning of what she’s doing. You’re just projecting your own perverted thoughts into her innocent little head.’

I managed to clear my head enough to answer Pricilla’s questions about which local restaurants she should apply to. She wanted something more up scale but not posh. “The upscale ones attract better tippers but the posh ones tend to attract mainly pricks” she was saying and we all laughed at her brazen opinion. She blushed and apologized for being so crude. When Sabrina returned with the wine I reached up so she wouldn’t have to bend, I’d had enough futile stimulation for one evening. The girl plopped herself in the big chair opposite mine half reclining and there was no more flashing that evening.

*****

A couple hours later as I lay in bed, I struggled with the idea of the preteen’s sexy show. The vision of her flapping her thighs and revealing her panties alternated with the excusable display of her chest. Even as I tried to convince myself that it was all innocent ‘lack of body awareness’ my hand crept between my legs of its own accord. There was no conscious thought required for my fingers to separate the folds. A finger dipped past the entrance and I was not surprised to find a pool of pent up slippery juice. My lubricated digit drew the thick fluid up over the semi erect bump at the top. Suddenly my pelvis was on fire. The heat seemed to radiate out to my hip bones and then rebound back toward their origin. Waves of pleasure washed over me as the heat grew more intense. The nub of erectile tissue and nerves got bigger and firmer under my rotating finger. My mind merged all the images it had of little Sabrina Taggert. I saw her as clear as day standing in the doorway of her new home on the insides of my eyelids. She was wearing just the purple panties and I came in a hot electric rush.

Yesterday’s dinner with my new neighbors was forcing me to think about things that I had been repressing. Bill was gone and I had changed residences but I hadn’t really moved on. I have always been a sexual person yet I hadn’t done anything in the past nine months to address that part of my life except to buy a couple of new toys. I had no desire to date. Bill, I felt was my one and only. My mind was drawn back to before him; much before. Recollections of my introduction to sex and all its wonder began to swim around in my head. My best friend in elementary school, Megan, naturally came to mind; even more importantly her older sister Abigail. The memories had to compete with the question that I could not get off my mind ‘does Sabrina know what she is doing or are all her erotic moves simply in my perverted imagination?’