Connie and I woke to the sounds of chirping birds and a woodpecker drumming on a nearby tree. Sunlight poured in through the open window, illuminating the carnage of a great party the night before. Empty glasses and beer bottles on the shelves and dresser, a spilled glass in a puddle in the corner, and a woman's under garments β Kathy's I'd guess β trampled and dirty near the foot of the bed. Huddled under a down comforter our bodies were warmly intermingled, but the room was chilly.
"How's my Connie this morning?" I said quietly.
"Wonderful," she said, moving her head onto my chest.
"It's cold," I said. "I'm not used to not having a furnace. I forgot to fill the woodstove last night."
"This feels plenty warm," she said as her soft hand gently stroked my 'morning wood.' She rolled onto me and we fucked ever so slowly to quietly beautiful orgasms.
"What a nice way to start the day," I said. Connie just moaned a little as she lay on top of me, still full of my slowly shrinking cock.
BANG BANG BANG β a loud pounding at the front door startled us and Connie rolled off of me.
"What the fuck!" I said quietly, and I sat up and scanned the room for some pants to put on. "Coming!" I yelled as I found a pair of shorts and made my way to the door. By the time I opened it there was no one to be seen. A folded piece of paper was laying on the front steps. It read:
Way too loud last night.
We don't come out here to listen to screaming whores.
Lucky didn't call police.
"Hey Connie? What do you know about the neighbors?" I said as I walked back in and handed it to her.
"Oh my," she said with a chuckle. "Screaming whores. I guess I'm one of them." She laughed harder and I joined in.
"Stop it Connie, this is serious," I said, stifling my laugh.
"Well, let's see. There's nobody across the river β that's state land. It's part of a park, and it's supposed to be closed at sundown anyway. To the left is an elderly man's place, but he's been in a nursing home for a few years and it sits unused as far as I know. And to the right is a young couple... well, young to me, and they've got two young girls β I guess they'd be well into their teens now. I suppose it's from them," she said, handing me back the note.
"So what are they like?" I asked. "Do you know them well?"
"No, we didn't have too much contact with them," she said. "They stopped by the dock a few times in their canoe to say hello, but John and I weren't here that much β just a few hours to fish and we'd go back home. Whenever we talked they seemed very nice."
"So they're not rednecks with guns that are gonna to shoot me when I go over to talk to them about this?" I said.
"Oh no, not if they're the same people. They were nice. He was Swedish I think, and they're all very blonde," she said. "You can cut through the woods right over there," she said, gesturing through the window. "You see? There's a little trail there, near the water."
"Jeez, so there might have been teenage girls in the woods listening to us last night? That's not good..." I said, shaking my head.
"They may be grown and off to college by now. I'm not sure..." Connie said.
"OK, well, I better get myself cleaned up and go over there," I said. "I think I'll drive over, and try and look respectable."
"You know, with all that screaming on the dock last night we were probably heard farther away than next door," Connie said.
"Oh man, this is bad," I said, shaking my head. "So there was noise from the dock too?"
"Oh my yes," Connie said. "Between Kathy loosing her mind in the bedroom β which was mostly at your hands as I recall β and whoever was out in the gazebo..."
"That was Mary and Ron," I said. "I guess I didn't hear them because I was in here with Kath."
"I know! It was hard to hear anything over Kathy. Good God, that girl..." Connie said, laughing and shaking her head. "And Penny's got some lungs on her when she gets going. She was on the porch I think. It was pretty wild here for while. A veritable cacophony of screaming whores."
Connie cracked herself up laughing with her own flowery language, and I laughed too, but I was upset with myself for letting things get to the point where I had angry neighbors to deal with. I've never liked confrontation. I took a shower, dressed myself decent, and drove next door.
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The neighbor place was a typical summer camp, rustic but well kept. Three cars were in the driveway, and I was wishing I had their phone number so I could avoid an awkward confrontation with a house full of people. The door was on a side deck that wrapped around the river side, so I walked up the steps and knocked, holding the note they had left in my sweaty hand.
"Can I help you?" a woman asked as she walked around the corner of the deck. She was in her early forties and wearing a bikini top with a wrap around her waist.
"Oh, hi," I said nervously. "I'm Steve Mills. Your new neighbor." I held up the note to show her.
"Oh Jesus," she said. I couldn't tell if she was shocked or angry. "This wasn't my best work," she said, taking the piece of paper from my hand.
"Look, I owe you a huge apology," I said. "I really screwed up last night. I guess because I can't see you folks from over there... it just never crossed my mind. I'm so sorry. I've spent my whole life trying to be considerate of others, and I... I really dropped the ball last night."
"Look, I'm not a prude," she said. "The main thing is my girls. They..." She stopped and looked at the open window next to us. "Can we talk down there?" She gestured to some chairs by the water, and we walked down.
"Like I said, I'm not a prude, at least I hope I'm not, but I've got two daughters in college, and they're both here for the weekend. They'll be here a lot this summer. Now I'm not stupid, I know they're sexually active, but what you had going on there last night was... I mean if you had daughters..."
"I know just what you're saying. I understand completely. I must say I'm impressed with how you're calmly dealing with this. If I was you I'd probably be beating me over the head with a shovel," I said.
"I was close to that last night believe me," she said. "And first thing this morning I was fuming pretty good. Laying quietly in the sunshine helped." She paused and shook her head. "What the fuck were you doin' over there... I've never seen anything like it."
"You could see us?" I said, surprised.
"I was out with a friend and got home late," she said. "My girl's cars were here, but they were nowhere to be seen, so I came out here to look for them and heard your party. Jesus Christ those women! Are they nymphos or somethin'? Anyway, I had a feeling, after hearing that, I new where to find them, and sure enough, they were down the trail there, sittin' in the woods, watchin' the show. You know you could at least turn the lights down. The porch and the Gazebo were lit up bright as day. It was like animals in a cage fuckin' their brains out for all to see."
"Holy shit," I said, shaking my head with my face in my hands. "This is bad."
"Well it's not good... but at least you're not cookin' meth or some shit like that. You're not doin' that are ya?" she said, and she smiled for the first time. For the first time I noticed how attractive she was, which was not what I should have been thinking about.
"Nope, no meth. Just good clean fun," I said, wishing I hadn't said it as soon as it left my lips. Luckily she smiled again, just a little, and looked into my eyes.
"You know, I thought for sure you were some kind of scum bag animal last night, but you seem like a decent guy," she said. "I think we can get past this."
"Thank you" I said, holding my hand over my heart and looking relieved I'm sure. "I hope we can be friends."
"Me too," she said. "I don't know what I'm gonna tell my girls though. They're still asleep I think."
"I don't suppose you want me to talk..."
"No," she said, shaking her head. "I don't think that would be a good idea. I'm just glad you aren't one of those guys they saw in action last night." She paused, still shaking her head and looking at me in disbelief. "So, what are you, like swingers or somethin'?"
"No, just friends," I said. She looked genuinely curious, so I told her a bit more. "Just one married couple. Some divorced women, a few male friends. We've sort of gradually met over the last year and a half, and one thing led to another. I'm kinda as surprised about it as you β a year and a half ago I had none of this going on. Well look, I should go before your daughters get up. I'm very happy we can be friends," I said, extending my hand. "I should probably know your name before I go."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Lee, Lee Philips," she said as she shook my hand, and we walked toward the deck stairs. "You know, it's really nice of you to come over. I didn't know if I'd see or hear anything from you after I left that awful note. What did it say?"
"Somethin' about screaming whores," I said with a smile.
"Oh God," she said, looking down and shaking her head again. "See ya Steve."
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Connie left soon after I got back from meeting Lee. She had started cleaning up and wanted to continue, but I wouldn't let her. I just took my time and had a lazy day getting the place back in order. I called Ron to check on Kathy, and he said she was sore but they were both happy and had a great time. I was glad to hear that. He confessed to being a little sore himself, and said what a trip it was to be with sexy Mary in the gazebo. I didn't tell him he had an audience out in the woods.
Late in the afternoon, when the little camp was in order, I took a beer out to the dock and enjoyed the sun for a while, the first time I had truly relaxed at the new place with nothing pressing to do. The canal wasn't officially open until the next weekend, but a few local boats were passing, a warm breeze was blowing, and it was very peaceful. I was drifting off to sleep when a woman's voice snapped me out of it.
"Hi Steve," Lee said from a sleek, dark green kayak.
"Lee! What a beautiful boat!" I said.