My New Neighbor Ch 03 1

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When Annie smiles at my open mouth expression, she gives a 180-degree turn standing three steps up from the bottom to model the dress entirely. Her rear end is displayed like a trophy inside of black satin, and the dress hugs her thighs as it falls to just inches past her firm voluptuous rump. As Annie turns back to face me, I notice an inch split in the bottom seam of the dress. The length of the dress teases with every breath she takes to reveal more of her private area below the waist.

"What do you think, Bobby?" Annie asks as she steps in front of me.

My jaw still rests in my lap, and I'm unable to utter a single word.

"Bobby! Is it bad?"

"No, you're gorgeous," I say finally able to speak.

"Awe, Bobby. You're so sweet. Do you like spaghetti?"

"Yes."

"Want to join me for dinner? I'll cook for you," Annie asks with a smile.

"Shit, yes...I mean absolutely. Can I help cook?"

"You cook? Man of mystery," Annie replies standing in front of me. She tiptoes and we kiss. "I'll be back. I have to change."

As I wait for Annie to return, I decide to let my mother know I will not be home for dinner. It's only right.

Cellphone

screen

(Mom):

"Mom, I'm eating at Annie's tonight.

I'll sneak home before sun up. LOL"

...

"Well, you'll miss my meatloaf,

But I understand. Be safe."

"Thanks, mom. Save me some?"

"I'll try to beat some out your father's hands."

I close my phone and return it to my pocket. When I hear Annie in the kitchen, I stand and make my way towards the sound. As I enter the kitchen, I see Annie changed into the outfit she first wore when we met. I wonder if she knows how sexy it looks on her.

"Smells great, already. You're a great cook."

"Well, thank you, but I only poured the sauce out the jar and added spices."

"Can I do anything to help?" I ask.

"There is wine in the fridge and glasses in the cabinet. Bobby, you ever watch, The Sixth Sense?"

"Yeah, it's a great movie. You?"

"No, and it's on HBO later. Do you want to stay after dinner and watch it with me?"

"Absolutely."

After dinner, we find our timing is perfect. The movie is just starting. About ten minutes into the movie, Annie turns and lays her legs over my lap with her back in the corner of the couch. As my hands rest on her knees, she says, "Now, watch where your hands go young man."

"Yes, ma'am," I reply with a smile. Also, my right-hand replies by moving halfway up her thigh. When she doesn't move my hand, I smile wider inside my head.

About halfway through the movie, I start glancing at Annie. When our eyes make contact, I lean close and kiss her. I repeat this again a little later. This time she complains with a laugh.

"Bobby, we can kiss after the movie. I want to watch," Annie complains with a giggle.

I leave her alone for the most part. My hand does inch a little more up her thigh. By the end of the movie, my fingers are just under her shorts.

Annie keeps to her promise. During our make out, I do make it to second base. My hand rests gently on her immense breast as we continue to kiss. To my pleasure, she allows my hand to stay for a few minutes. Finally touching her heavenly pillow is amazing.

Ten minutes after the movie ends, Annie is able to pull away long enough to say, "I need to get to bed."

"Awe," I complain standing.

At the door, Annie tiptoes and kisses me goodbye. "What time is the cookout tomorrow?" she asks.

"It starts about six, but really gets going around seven. What do you say I pick you up about five?"

"Bobby, I am supposed to meet Steve there tomorrow," Annie reminds me.

"Oh yes, at some point, you can talk to him. See you tomorrow."

"Bobby," Annie calls, but I am heading down her steps not giving her a chance to argue.

Day of the Party

2

E

very summer my parents have a neighborhood cookout. They invite the entire block. Beer and chicken are plentiful at the cookout. The party is to start at six in the afternoon, but people start showing up as early as five. So, I want to guarantee I control Annie's arrival and follow up my promise. I head over to her house a Five O'clock sharp with the keys to the Escalade in my hand.

At this point, guests have been showing up for about ten minutes. 'I believe Steve will be late, but when?' I think standing in front of Annie's door. I ring the bell and lose all thought.

Annie opens the door with a smile on her face and the tight form fitting, low cut, jet black satin dress on her body. The tightness of the dress makes it clear she is not wearing a bra or panties. The satin masterpiece shows off her ample bosom. The dress barely covers her mountainous chest.

I came over with an added excuse. However, seeing Annie in her dress, I lost both my excuse and my voice. All I can do is stare with my eyes and mouth wide open. My nose takes in the smell of her sweet rich perfume. The smell reminds me of a field of roses.

"Ummm. I-I umm hi, Annie," is all I can get out at first. Then, my mind starts to work.

Giggling, Annie replies with a smile, "Hey Bobby. I was just coming over to the party."

"Yeah, and I said I would escort you. The yard can be a dangerous place. Oh, and my mother wants me to ask if you have any folding chairs, she can borrow. She is afraid to run out."

Annie turns her head up to think. It's the opportunity I need to sneak another look. As my eyes move down, I see her blonde hair is in a ponytail. Annie's dress is low cut and the neckline sinks extremely low revealing the Grand Canyon of cleavage. Her rear end is displayed like a trophy inside the black satin, and the dress hugs her thighs as it falls to just inches past her firm voluptuous rump. As Annie turns back to face me, I notice an inch split in the bottom seam of the dress. The length of the dress teases with every breath she takes to reveal more of her private area below the waist.

Annie gave me a tip, a few days ago, for doing her yard work. She gave me a login and password into her website, the secret she is keeping from everyone, except me. Since she is a nude model and has many pictures and movies on her site, I have a photographic memory of Annie's bare breasts. In person, they appear a hundred times spectacular.

Annie's dress is tight and snug to her hips and it shows off her curves perfectly. Her heels are black four-inch stilettos, and the shoes make her legs look long and rear plump and round. If my feeling for Annie was desire, before, now, I know she has to be mine.

Annie turns back to me just as my eyes focus on her chest. I innocently without thinking move my eyes directly from her breasts to her eyes. She smiles acknowledging she caught me staring, and my heart sinks.

"Do you still like my dress?" Annie asks with a soft humorous tone.

"Umm. Yes. You look voluptuous... I mean gorgeous, Annie."

I know, I must sound like an idiot, but I am too overwhelmed with feelings to care. When I hear her giggle again, I thank the gods. She is hot and kind. Annie must be used to men staring and mumbling, so she seems to not think of me as a fool.

"I do have a couple chairs. If you can help me get them from the garage, we can carry them over."

I follow Annie into her garage. I imagine she has a Red BMW Sportster inside the garage. In my head, I imagine 'Annie bent over her BMW Sportster. She pulls up her black dress, so while standing behind her, I can ease my hard cock into her sweet, tight pussy. I imagine fucking Annie hard and fast before exploding deep inside her.'

Then, I hear her say, "Here they are!" This causes me to snap out of my daydream, and I see Annie pulling out three folding chairs in a garage filled with boxes. She hands me two of them.

"Thanks. These are perfect. We should get to the party, Annie."

"Yes, since you're my date."

"I -- I am? What about Steve?"

"He called yesterday evening. He said, 'Sorry, I will be late.' He mentioned something about leaving me messages. When I told him, I never got them, he became a jerk. So, I told him not to bother, I have a date."

"I'm honored," I reply in a daze with my mouth open.

"Bobby, do you know anything about Steve's messages?" Annie asks with a soft giggle of an accusing tone.

The light smile on her face gives me the idea she suspects, I do, but I just reply, "Umm No," with the words drawn out.

Leaving her garage, I walk the two chairs in my hands to the Escalade parked in front of Annie's house. When I open the back and place the chairs inside, I turn back to Annie's for her chair.

"Really, Bobby? Use the car? We can walk them ten more steps to your house."

"I know, but Miss. Foxx told me to keep an eye on you, and she left us this wonderful SUV. I think you deserve to arrive in style, my lady," I say moving to the passenger door and opening it for her.

Smiling and her cheeks a little red, Annie says, "OK, thank you, sir." She climbs up on the leather seat.

When I slide on the driver seat, I smell the new car smell mixed with Annie's sweet perfume. The feeling of the soft leather steering wheel in my hands is soothing and helps calm my nerves. I start the engine and pull away from her house driving down the street away from the neighborhood.

"Are you kidnapping me, Bobby?"

With a laugh, I reply, "No, I will never do anything to harm you, but I do think we should arrive fashionably late, my lady. Do you like milkshakes?"

"Yes"

Five minutes later, we pull into the drive-through of the local

Steak N' Shake

. I order a chocolate and vanilla shake. As I hand the two shakes to Annie to hold, I drive the Escalade down the road a few minutes to an open vacant parking lot.

"If we load up on dessert, how will we have room for the BBQ?" Annie asks as she hands me a shake.

"I don't know. We will have to stay here talking long enough after our shakes to be hungry," I reply with a shrug of my shoulders and a smile.

I press two buttons. One opens the sunroof of the SUV, and the other turns the radio to a soft hip-hop station which is playing a

Boys II Men

love song.

"You are sneaky, Bobby."

"Guilty as charged," I reply leaning towards Annie and pressing my lips gently to hers. In a second, our kissing grows in intensity then my cell phone buzzes with a text. Looking down at the screen I see it's from Ted.

With a sigh, we separate. Annie says with a smirk, "Spy rule #1 Bobby, turn off your phone. Hope your mother isn't upset."

With a light laugh, I kick myself inside my head. "Ted, he is concern for your safety."

Cellphone

screen

: Ted's Text:

"Capture Annie is a bust. She got in that black Escalade

and drove off, away from the party. Sucks for you, dude."

"My safety! Why?" Annie asks.

"I guess someone saw me kidnap you."

Laughing, Annie says, "You better take me back before someone calls the cops on you."

"Yeah, I will let Ted know you're safe. Then, we will make our grand entrance at the BBQ."

I reply to Ted's text as I think about the plan we made just nights ago. However, now being Annie's date,

Capture Annie

may not be needed, but I decided to have some fun with Ted.

Cellphone: Ted's Text:

"Shit, you were supposed to have my back.

You let her be taken??

I will be back in a minute. Maybe she will return!!"

"Opps"

Ten minutes later, we pull up in front of my house. I feel my phone vibrate. Pulling out my phone, I see it's a text from Ted warning, 'The Black Escalade just arrived'. I place my phone back in my pocket and ignore the text. Turning off the engine, I lean over to Annie and say, "Let me get your door, please."

As I walk around to the passenger door, I see Annie smiling at me from inside the SUV. I open her door and help her step out of the vehicle. Annie turns to face me, and she presses her lips gently to mine for a quick arousing kiss. I take her hand and head to the front door.

"What about the chairs," Annie asks.

"I'll get them later."

We walk into the party together. Not that anyone sees me. Everyone's eyes are on Annie. At this point, the party consists of my parents, two couples from the neighborhood, and Ted. I see one wife elbow her husband to quit staring at Annie. I laugh inside.

Ted's eyes lock on my eyes. I smile as I see him mouth the words, 'What the Fuck'. His eyes move down to Annie's and my hands clasp together.

I find my father at the grill. As I go talk with him, I see Annie talking and mingling. As I see two married men at the party try to talk to Annie and flirt, I decide I'd better remind my father of his promise to help. Soon, other guys will show up, single guys. I am Annie's date, but competition can be unhealthy.

"Dad, do you think it's time to quit cooking and start your poker game?"

"What? I still need to make some more burgers."

I point towards Annie and the two men talking with her. My father's eyes widen. Not because he remembers his promise to help, but due to Annie's outfit. He stares for a few seconds before I punch his arm to snap him out of his trance.

"Oh yes. Sorry, Bobby. I.. umm. Forgot. I will go get the game going, but you better stay close to her. In that outfit, showing off those tits, she will be very popular."

"Thanks, dad," I reply ignoring his comment about Annie.

I head over to Annie. I want to pick her up and run away, but instead, I move in between the two married men and stand next to Annie. Speaking loudly I say, "GUYS! Gentlemen! My father's poker game is starting, and you may want seats at the table before your wives look for you. Right?"

The poker game and wives comment snap them out of their trance. They say, "Bye" and walk off. I turn to Annie smiling.

"Having Fun?"

"Yes, but it appears everyone left. Is it over already?" Annie asks sounding a little down.

"No, No, just starting, but my father's poker game just started. Do you play?"

"Some, but I am hungry. Are you?"

"Yeah"

Finding two Cokes and burgers, Annie and I sit and talk. I tell Annie about my ideas for college and lack of dates. She tells me about her career as a model and her family. Annie shares with me her past and her childhood.

"Do you think people here believe we are on a date?"

"No, with my lack of experience, they just think you are being nice to me."

"Well, let's change that opinion."

With a look of confusion, I say, "What do you mean?"

Annie stands and holds her hand down for mine. I reach up and take her hand. "Let's go play poker, dear."

Playing along, I say, "Yes, sweetheart."

We arrive at the poker table in the kitchen. The table has five chairs, but currently, four are full. My father, Fred, and Barney the married men, and Ted fill the chairs.

"Can we play?" Annie asks looking at my father.

"Sure, but we only have room for one more."

"Perfect, I will play and Bobby you will be my chair," Annie replies looking me in the eyes.

"Sure," I agree sitting in the vacant chair.

Then, Annie sits on my lap. The feel of her firm ass in the silk dress on my lap is heaven. Then, Annie takes a hold of dangling hands and places them on her thick firm thighs. As she slides her rear back and forth twice, she says, "Make sure to hold me still, dear."

In shock, I have no reply. However, when I see four sets of eyes staring at me in awestruck, I am able to pull off a confident glare of confidence.

"Mr. Smith, are you going to deal?"

My father is unable to speak for the first time that I have ever witnessed. He deals the cards in silence. After everyone, requests their new cards and the bidding is complete, each player has $5 in the pot. Barney wins the first game. With a smirk on his lips, his eyes glance to Annie as he says, "Wish it was strip poker."

The other men lightly laugh at his comment. Annie twists to my left on my lap and places her right hand in my hair behind my head as she kisses my lips with her lips slightly apart.

"I am not stripping, yet. But, I will give Bobby a kiss every time I lose."

The eyes of the other players at the table are back to their owl impressions like before, and Barney's rude comment has been trumped with a kiss.

When Ted wins the second hand, Annie repeats her losing commitment, but this time the kiss is passionate and tongue is involved.

On the third hand, Annie shows the table her business smarts. When the cards are dealt, Annie requests two more. She smiles and giggles with laughter. As my crotch responded to her bouncing, my eyes focus on her hand. She has nothing.

"I raise five bucks," Annie says with a smile when it was her turn to bet.

"I don't think you have anything, little girl," my father replies. "And, I raise you five.

The two married men in the neighborhood met the bet, but don't raise the ante. Both share a glance, which implies they feel as my father has something. Ted folds stating this is too rich for his blood.

"Well, Mr. Smith, I'm not a big poker girl, but I think these pretty cards might just beat yours," Annie teases when it was her turn. "I see your raise and raise you five more."

Starting to look a little nervous, my father meets her bet and raise it once more. The two married neighbors fold. My father looks towards Annie and says, "Last round, ma'am. You joining the party?"

"Yes, of course. Last round, hmmm," Annie says as she holds her cards together so none can see, and then, she twists around towards me and kisses me again.

"You didn't lose Annie. The game is still going," I say.

"I know, but I didn't want you to miss your kiss," Annie replies to me. "I see your raise and raise you a final $10," Annie says to my father. "Isn't three Aces good, Bobby?" Annie whispered to me, but a little too loud.

"I fold," my father booms a loud as he slams his cards to the table. "You have three Aces, Annie?"

"No, I wish. I didn't have anything," Annie says revealing her cards with only Jacks high.

The table roars with laughter. Finally settling down as my father admits he was played.

The next hand starts out the same, Annie requesting two cards and raising the bet. On the final round, after kissing me, Annie says, "I raise a final $10, again."

"I see your bet and call," my father replies.

"I see and call, too," replies Barney.

My father, Barney, and Annie are the only three players in the game. When Barney reveals a pair of 10s, he smiles with confidence. His smile is quickly extinguished when my father shows his three Jacks.

"Well, pretty lady, what do you have," says my father as he looks at Annie.

"Oh my, I have two 2s," Annie replies causing my father to start to smile. "And, three Kings. Is that good, Bobby?"

"Yes," I say as I wrap my arms around her in a hug.

With a smirk of defeat, my father says, "I think I just got hustled."

"I'm not that much of a card shark, Mr. Smith. Just play too much Poker online, and, I think I will leave while I'm ahead."

"Wait. Wait. You aren't going to give me a chance to win my money back?"

"How about another time? Maybe, your wife can join you, me and Bobby?"

"It's a date," my father answers his eyes trying their best to not focus on Annie's chest. "You bring my money and the teenage pervert, and I will supply the game and the food. Deal."