Our quiet little neighborhood received a bit of a boost when we found out the rumors that Kimberly Perry, the hot blonde lead singer of the Band Perry, had moved into it along with her baseball-playing husband.
I was especially lucky because as luck would have it, she moved it right next door to me, and even though I realistically knew there was no chance of her ever hooking up with me, it never stopped me from hitting on her and trying to get inside of her.
And when Kimberly and I carried on a long conversation one day in which she let it slip that her husband was going back on the road for a baseball road trip, I figured I'd have another chance to make my move on her.
What none of us figured on was the rumors that a sexual predator had been seen in the neighborhood, and that he was apparently on the hunt for Kimberly, since he was a crazed fan of hers.
I had offered to give Kimberly a place to stay on numerous occasions (selfishly, of course, so I could continue my quest to sleep with her), but she never saw the need to take me on it.
Until the day that the predator in question showed up again, this time right outside her door.
Luckily for her, Kimberly wasn't home at the time, but the creep managed to break into her house and was telling police he wasn't leaving until Kimberly returned home so they could "be together".
But when she did return home, the hostage situation inside her house was still going on, so naturally, she came knocking on my door looking for a place to stay while the drama next door was still going on.
"Does that offer you made me for a place to stay still stand John?" Kimberly asked me as soon as I answered her knock on the door, standing there in a little black mini skirt and a low-cut black shirt.
"Of course it does Kimberly, and don't take this the wrong way, but I was kind of hoping you wouldn't be dressed so damn sexy," I told her as I caught my breath and tried not to stare as I ushered her into my house.
"Yeah, about that. I just got back from a photo shoot with Reid and Neal, so you're just gonna have to try and figure out a way to control yourself," she told me as we sat down on my couch and started talking.
Well one thing led to another, and a few hours later, with the predator STILL barricaded inside Kimberly's house, she started to wrap herself up in my arms and cry about how she would probably never be able to go home again.
"It'll be okay Kim, I promise you," I told her, placing a hand on her thigh and looking her in the eyes, my feelings of lust for her getting the best of me as I leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
"MMM...no...I can't..." she whispered as she tried to break it off, only for me to kiss her again, putting my hands on the back of her head so she couldn't go anywhere.
