Every once in a while, you meet someone that changes your entire life. I've always known that I was a little bit different than the other guys I knew. Every guy dated the skinny, scrawny chick with attitudes up to here, and the body of a fifteen-year-old boy, pre-puberty, because that was what their friends and family expected of them. I admit, I did the same for a lot of years, and while there was usually sex involved, there was always something missing.
About a year ago, my job promoted me to run a new office in another state. I was sad to be leaving my hometown, but excited at the same time. I realized that in the new town, I could be true to myself, and not have to worry about the peer pressure and expectations of those around me. I was going to be totally on my own.
I got settled into my new job, and my new home. The company had given me a hell of a big moving bonus, and with my savings, I actually bought a small house in the nicer part of the city. It had a great yard, with a wooden fence in the front, and high hedges surrounding the backyard, allowing total privacy to anyone within. The first thing I bought, besides the obligatory entertainment system, was a Jacuzzi. I played a lot of sports, and knew that it would be a great investment for me, personally.
Most of my neighbors were friendly enough, but I was pretty much left alone. No welcoming committee when I moved in, no girl scouts trying to sell me cookies, just peace and quiet. I got to know the area, and discovered several nice hangouts, where I could possibly try my luck at meeting the opposite sex, and maybe get laid once in a while.
I was actually having little luck in that regard, the only exception being when a girl in my office gave her notice. Her last day on the job before leaving to a new company, we took her out for a few drinks, and she ended up in my Jacuzzi, naked as the day she was born. Of course, one thing led to another, and she left town a very happy girl, indeed. That, unfortunately, was about the only luck I'd had, and there was no chance of repeating the occasion.
My neighbors on the right side had moved out a few weeks earlier, which was not much of a loss, as they were kind of sloppy, and really didn't take very good care of the property. It turns out they were renters, and the owner had come to check on the property and smelled marijuana coming from the house. I had known they were smokers, but I guess the owner didn't know, because when they found out they were evicted immediately. There was a crew working on the place, doing some renovations, and they were pretty good about making sure that they kept the noise down, and cleaning up after themselves.
Once the work was done, the place stood empty for about a month. One night, coming home from work, I spotted lights in the back of the house. I wandered over, wanting to make sure nothing odd was going on. I knocked on the front door, and when it opened, my heart skipped a beat. The most incredible looking creature I'd ever seen stood there, and I was at a complete loss for words. She was a tall, dark-skinned beauty, and she was plump in all the right places. She was wearing a gray tank top and skimpy shorts, and looked beautiful. "Hi. Can I help you?"
"I'm the guy next door. Saw lights in here, and since the place has been empty for a couple of months, I thought I'd check it out, make sure nothing funny was going on."
"Thanks! My parents own the house, and I'll be moving in as soon as I finish up some of the painting that needs to be done. Come on back. I could use the company while I work, unless you needed to get going, that is?"
"Nope, just let me go home and change, and I'll even give you a hand, if you'd like. By the way, my name is Eric."
"Aw, jeez. How dumb of me. My name is Lori. Nice to meet you."
We shook hands, and as our eyes met, I sensed an instant connection between us. Whether it would lead to anything, who could tell?
I ran home and put on some old clothes suitable for painting and working in, grabbed an ice chest, filled it with beer, and headed over.
"Lori? It's me. Where are you?
I heard her call from upstairs, and headed up. She was in the back bedroom, painting the ceiling with a roller. I quickly jumped in to help out, and we had the entire room done in no time.
"Why don't we go sit out back for awhile? It's kind of warm in here, and the air conditioner isn't due to be repaired until next week. Those assholes that were renting the place blew it out, and never bothered to tell anyone there was a problem. They really did a job on this place. The A/C, the basement smelled like pot for weeks. Daddy had to rip all of the paneling out and reinsulated the entire room before the smell would go away. Seems like all they ever did was smoke pot and mess things up."
"They were pretty odd people. I never really talked to either of them, but every so often, I'd hear them in the backyard talking. I think they were growing pot here too."
"I'm sure they were. There was a huge chunk of the backyard that was just torn apart, as if all of the plants had been ripped out, and nothing put back. They probably had a couple of dozen plants back here."
I had known that the owners had done a lot of work on the property, but I hadn't realized that they had installed a small pool back there. It was small, but full of clean, fresh water, and Lori had put a table and chairs next to it.
"Quite a set-up you have here. I think I'm slightly jealous. I only have a Jacuzzi in my yard. Then again, I'm not sure I want to pay to have a pool installed, either." "Daddy's idea. He wanted to increase the value of the property for me, since he says he's giving it to me for my 30th birthday next year. I kind of hope he does, but at the same time, he's put a lot of money into the place, so if he decides to sell it, I'm pretty okay with that as well."
We sat by the pool and talked for a couple of hours, and I used the time to check every inch of Lori out. She was a plump girl, with curves in all the right places. Large, firm tits, a big, rounded belly, and great hips. Her legs were solid, strong legs, not a bit of cellulite on them for someone as big as she was.
"So, Eric. No girlfriend to be jealous of you hanging out with the new neighbor chick?"
I laughed.
"Nope, only been in town a few months. My company transferred me here to take over the regional office, and I got lucky and bought the house next door for a really great price. I tend to work a lot, and since I'm not a big club type, I really don't have much opportunity to meet women. What about you? Is there a boyfriend hiding in the bushes, waiting to jump out and kick my ass for being here?"
She smiled.
"That's one of the reasons I took my dad up on the offer to move here. My asshole of an ex-boyfriend was cheating on me, with his roommate. He says that I turned him gay. I was devastated for a little while, but what I really couldn't handle was all the looks I got from all of the people I thought were friends. They all seemed to believe his stories about me, and how frigid I was. Within a month, I lost just about every friend I had, and when Daddy made the offer, I jumped at it."
"That sucks! I doubt it very highly that you 'turned him gay'. He was using you as a cover, and when he got caught, he just blamed you as a convenient way to excuse it all. Sounds like a real queen to me, and you're better off without him."
She gave me a big smile, and laughed.
"That's almost exactly what my Dad said when he heard what happened. Although he also offered to kick his queer little ass for him all over town, but I talked him out of that. Sometimes, I kind of wish I'd taken him up on the offer..."
"Well, if the moron ever shows up here, I'll take him apart for you. No worries."
We laughed, and for the rest of the evening, we got to know each other better. Before either one of us realized, it was dark outside, and we reluctantly parted ways for the evening. We swapped phone numbers, and Lori promised to let me know when her stuff was coming in, so I would be able to help her move in.
Work really piled up on me for the next couple of weeks, and I almost for got my offer to help. When I got the call from Lori, though, the first thing that popped into my head was a mental image of those big tits, and how sexy she was. I quickly agreed to meet her at her place the next day, and since I was the boss, it was easy to arrange a few days off in a hurry.
The next morning, I got up early, and was sitting on my front porch with a cup of coffee when her car pulled up to the driveway.
"Eric! Can I park in your driveway? I want the movers to be able to pull the truck into the driveway, and bring stuff in through the garage."
