The Boy Next Door

His name was Shane. My girlfriends older brother, right next door. He was beautiful, black shiny hair, dark tanned skin, older and intriguing to me. I would spend the night at their house, hardly ever got to see him because we were trapped in my friends room, which he did not dare to enter. The times I did see him were magical.

Remember Ouija boards? Well, she had one and her brother would join us in the basement while we experimented with the board. You know how you put your fingers on the pointer and it magically moves around on its own? Well, sometimes, if I was lucky, his fingers would brush mine and I would feel the shocks of excitement course through my young, adolescent body.

In the summers, we would swim. They had a in-ground pool with a diving board. We would have diving contests, judging above water and below the water with swim goggles on. I liked lurking under the water best, that was the best chance to sneak a glance of his body, unnoticed and unaware. I was young and this boy was hot. I'm no perv, just curious about this young mans beautiful body.

This was not love, only a crush. Nothing ever came of my young lust for this man/boy, I was too shy and he was older and simply not interested. We never made moves on each other but I will always have a fondness for him that I will hold in my heart. He was my first crush and never forgotten.