Chapter 1: Reunion

My name is Dan Boynton. And fuckme; I’m so excited I can’t sit still!

I keep roaming from room to room, checking to make sure nothing is amiss in this ridiculously big house. Meanwhile I’m constantly peering out the windows at the even more lavish mansion across the street. Fuck meagain; I can’t believe I’ve actually got a date tonight with my incredibly hot neighbor.

First off, Jen’s a polished and sophisticated twenty-four. I’m a mere bumbling and naïve eighteen. Before today, we hadn’t even seen each other in over six years. But before that, we spent alot of time together.

As my next door neighbor, Jen served as my babysitter for over half a decade.

From the ages of six and twelve and twelve and eighteen respectively, she was recruited by my parents to watch over me whenever they went out – which they did almost every day and night. Of course, as multi-millionaires, my parents could have hired a nanny to watch over their only child. And as the only daughter of multi-millionaires, Jennifer Johnson had no need of the relative pittance she was paid. But the Boyntons didn’t get rich by wasting money. And the Johnstons thought it good for Jen to develop some responsibility as she grew up. In the coolest serendipity, it worked out perfectly.

I was in awe of this big, beautiful older girl. And she enjoyed having a lonely little boy to lord it over. By the time I was eight, I was hopelessly enthralled. I was absolutely crushed when she finally moved out of state to attend college.

For the next six years, when most junior high and high school students were busy feeling out (and up) the opposite sex, I didn’t have a single date. Jen had spoiled me for girls my own age. And as a short, slight kid lacking in social skills, the only girls I could’ve had would’ve been equally undesirable. Forget about it, my standards were just too high. I graduated high school a virgin who’d never been kissed. And so I’ve remained, despite my suddenly outrageous wealth.

Not three months ago, my parents died in a plane crash, leaving me their sole heir.

Holy shit, the house and property were mine, along with a bewildering array of investments and more bank accounts than I could count.

Okay, I admit it, I was less than crushed.

My parents were always distant, even neglectful of me, practically leaving me to be raised by my neighbor. With them out of the picture, I didn’t have to worry about college, becoming another money grubber, or even working a day of my life.

Sounds like Xanadu, right? Unfortunately, I shortly found myself lonelier than ever, rattling around an enormous house day after day with only the occasional domestic help for company. But then wonder of wonders, glory of glories, from out of the blue suddenly struck more good fortune.

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, now getting on quite a bit, decided to retire to