I moved into a new house on Degen Ave. A couple of them looked the same, but ours was a beige color. Jane and I were partners, but along the way, things felt different between us. I glanced around my surroundings and noticed something catching my eye, I turned my head to look.
I saw two ladies making out who were much younger than I am. One had caramel skin and was about five-foot-five, with dark brown hair and luscious lips. Her top was off, and their arms wrapped around each other, sounds of moans echoing through the smack of their lips. I felt my tongue graze my bottom lip as I watched on, almost in a trance. The other girl slipped her right hand down, pressing it against her mound as a louder moan echoed past her lips.
I kept watching something that struck me as very familiar, about the one who was getting her mound rubbed. It was like I had met her somewhere before; I could not place where or how. I went back inside my house, thinking about what I had seen. Jane didn’t care. I had suspicions about her for a couple of months. She was being unfaithful. I just could not shake the feeling, but I knew deep down.
I wanted to drop by the neighbors I just saw to introduce myself. I did not want to disturb them. I decided that patience is the key to waiting. I left the kitchen to go look around the house, liking mostly everything I saw. It was comfortable and relaxing, A soft, naughty grin forming across my lips as I said to myself, Oh yes, I will be happier feeling like I am at home here. Not just because of my moody bitch of a partner either.
I sat down in the living room on the couch, crossing my left leg over the other rotated my bare foot around, wiggling my toes. I took out my laptop to edit some of my writing, as I was an editor for a story company that published naughty and sex stories. I started checking over one that I was currently working on for my job.
I skimmed over some editing and fixing small mistakes, not too big of a deal with some. My co-workers were too particular about every little detail. This one I was looking at had piqued my interest personally. It was quite well done and not much to fix, and a highly naughty read. I did feel myself slightly blush, I closed my thighs more as I read through more, feeling myself get wet.
It was so naughty, I had put it away not from embarrassment. It was starting to bring me back to a place I kept buried for nine years. I was a different person at the time, some of what I was still did remain, mostly the naughty side.
An hour later, I decided to take it upon myself to head over and introduce myself to the neighbors. Jane had already left for work. She is a head lab technician for the Baylor University Medical Center at Dallas. We were opposites in everything: life, job, hobbies, sex life, almost everything. The one thing about it: the sex with her was amazing in ways I could not describe.
Lately, it has been lacking, not on my part but hers. She usually comes up with the same excuses: too tired, a long day at work, or a headache at work. She was fine and cheerful before going to work, so it made me think she was cheating on me. Something I told Jane, I would not ever stand for one chance she would be gone.
I put on jean jacket and left with what i already on, navy blue jean shorts and black ankle boots, my hair was up in a bun, red tank top, I slightly gave my boobs a push up and walked up to the house on my right as I knew who lived in the house on the left of mine I slowly walked up and rang the doorbell.
I waited for a few seconds to see who would greet me at the door. Opening it was a very pretty-looking woman about a year older than I am. If I guessed, maybe around thirty-eight. I smiled and said,
“Hello, My Name is Corrin. I was just coming by to introduce myself as a new neighbor. I moved in three hours ago.”
She greeted me with a soft smile that formed across her moist and plump lips. Her brown eyes shifted down and up like she was checking me out from head to toe. She had on short red booty shorts, barefoot, and a black crop top. My eyes glanced down at how soft and smooth her tummy looked.
Finally, she reached her right hand out to take mine and said,
“Hello! My name is Ashlynn. My gosh, you are a gorgeous-looking girl. Please come on in for a few minutes. If you have the time.”
Fixing her hair to make sure she looked good in front me. I did not see any reason not to stop in, opening her door wider for me. Walking on in, my hip lightly brushed against the side of hers, and I noticed a few goosebumps appear on the right arm. I asked jokingly.
“Are you cold wearing that top? Where I am standing, it always feels like a sauna. I have no complaints. I love the heat and for other purposes.”
Surprised by my quick response, Ashlynn’s jaw dropped, her mouth opened slightly, and her brown eyes opened wider, like she was not expecting me to say it. I looked at pale skin, five-foot-five, grayish blue eyes, dark hair, and luscious, full, pouty lips. medium body build, not too skinny or chubby, mostly very curvy, especially on my chest, a thirty-D cup. My legs and thighs were smooth and soft as a feather.
Her lip quivered, wondering what to say to me. quick reaction, she said,
“Um, um, would you like something to drink? Coffee, tea, or perhaps me.”
Laughing softly as I knew what she meant by that last comment. I wanted to say something naughty, but something held me back. Maybe it was dumb loyalty out of respect for Jane. I replied,
“Yes, I would like a cup of coffee, two sugar, two cream. Maybe at another time, I would say. I would be happy to have you instead of ugly tea or coffee. My partner Jane drinks that Earl Grey kind. It is fucking gross pardon my English.”
Ashlynn's eyes lit up like a light bulb, not expecting me to swear. Trying to hide her embarrassment of not knowing I was in a relationship with someone. Looking turned on, I had a potty mouth, as the British folk would say. If she only knew how far my potty mouth went it would make her damn head spin.
Turning around, she started making me the coffee I asked for, making small talk with each other. Simple things like how long I have been in Texas, what I do for a living, and hobbies, likes, and dislikes. I told most of what I could for the time being. I caught myself eyeing up her butt and lower back. My tongue crossed my bottom lip, I quickly shook my head to calm down and breathe.
Turning around to face me, she handed me my coffee. I smiled and took a small sip, making my lips wet and moist. I asked her about the couple who lived next door to me. I asked:
“Ashlynn, who lives in the house opposite mine? Since mine is in the middle, yours is on the right, and that person is on the left.”
She smiled softly and told me she is the sweetest and hottest young woman on the street. I was curious. I told Ashlynn I did not want to hear the name from her, but the person herself whom she spoke of.
A few moments went by Ashlynn and I shook hands as I was thanking her for allowing me to come in, and have a coffee with her. She escorted me to her door, I felt her eyes checking every inch of me out. I did not mind at all, because it was the first time in months that someone was taking an interest in me.
Walking out from her house and back over to mine, seeing Jane’s car, instant sadness filled my heart, and my chest began to cave in. Jane’s car was never home this early. I quickly moved to the house, and inside, seeing clothes on the floor, my legs just moved on their own towards the bedroom. Opening the door handle walking straight in, I saw everything I have fucking suspected.
Folding my arms across my chest, tapping my right foot up and down rapidly. Every cell and blood in me was reaching a boiling point. I was beginning to shake as I yelled loudly and said;
“What the fuck! You lying slutty whore! All this time, for two years, you've been sleeping around on me. Don't you fucking dare give me any of your god damn excuses, I knew you were this whole time. I gave you one chance, you cheat on me we are fucking finished, So you can take your shit and get the out. Don’t let the door hit you on that ass job you got a year ago!!”
Jane tried to explain to me, but the damage was already done. I must have scared her mistress because she did not stick around long, and ran straight to the front door, picking up clothes and scurrying out faster than her feet could take her.
She quickly followed after her as they both left. All I could do was break down and cry.. What I did not notice is that someone did hear all of it—my yelling, cursing, bad remarks, something I never, ever did. I guess I finally reached my breaking point.
I just left my house and went for a long walk, which took me near Lake Dallas. I didn’t realize how far the walk was, nor did I care. I just stopped at the edge of the lake where trees on both sides were opposite to me. Trying to wipe my eyes from watering up, sitting down frozen, not noticing anyone was standing behind me. I reached into my pocket, picking out one last cigarette, which I hadn't touched in a year. I quickly put the cigarette between my lips and lit it up.
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I did not hear footsteps approaching me from behind. All I noticed was a smell of perfume, it smelled like a Dior fragrance, which made my nose twitch. It smelled like apple and kiwi mixed in. A voice from behind me said,
“You should not be smoking here, It’s against the rules to smoke near the lake. If the police catch you, you will get a stern warning. The second offense is to pay a five-hundred-dollar fine.”
I stood up quickly, looking over my right shoulder, turning around slowly to see her in front of me. It was my neighbor, the one I saw kissing, and making out with a few hours earlier. I took a good look up and down, she looked gorgeous and beautiful.
She wore a red top with sleeves hanging off of her shoulders that came up just to her biceps, black yoga shorts with white stripes on both sides. Dark hair about the same height as me, five-foot-five, her caramel skin reflected from the sun like a shining light in the darkness. I would say she did look twenty years old, I was giving an educated guess.
All I could manage to say to her was, “Oh, my gosh, you are just about the most gorgeous and sweet young woman I have ever seen. I apologize I never came by to visit you earlier, but I saw you were in a hot make-out session with a partner or someone very close. Looked like you were inseparable. My Name is Corrin. What is yours?”
Her face turned a pinkish red color, looking away, admiring the compliment I gave her. A smile formed from her luscious lips—pinkish lips. I did wonder about those other lips of hers. Oh god, I muttered, I can’t think like that in this state of mind. Muttering to myself, hoping she didn’t hear.
Raising her hand towards mine, she said, “Oh my god, I can’t believe you saw that. I got caught up in the moment, and one thing led to another. My name is Sielina. So lovely to meet you. I live in the house to the left of you. I take it you know who lives on the right?”
I dropped my cig in the lake out of habit, and placed my right hand to hers as our fingers touched, felt a spark there, shaking it softly, as my eyes caught hers.
I nodded my head yes, knowing who she meant in the other house. I didn't realize we still kept our hands locked with each other.. Looking into my eyes, she said,
“Your eyes are so pretty, but I don't like it when they are dark. Oh, and I, um, overheard you saying those words. I heard everything; you had every right to snap at her like you did. I would have done it if I were in your shoes.”
I felt a little brave for some reason, I asked her, “Um, if you’re not busy tonight, would you like to go for a drink sometime? Not right now, but whenever you’re free. No pressure.”
Looking happy and excitedly at me, she said, “I would love to. Not tonight, I have a test to study for tomorrow, and, well, I also have finished a game I'm designing for a job I am applying for. Can we meet up at Domino's for pizza Friday?”
I did not see any issues with it, smiling and nodding my head, saying we could meet there, say maybe around eight PM. I smiled happily, and that sounded perfect. It was not a date, a simple little get-together. We both agreed, but somewhere we wanted it to be a date.
She waved and, while walking away, out of sight, left shortly after to walk on my own to think things over, knowing the fact that I would be living on my own. That terrified me because I did not know anyone, except for two neighbors, both gorgeous and seeming unique in their own way.
To be continued…
