Author's Preface: Everyone in this story is eighteen years old or older. The story is entirely fictional. Any similarities to real people or events are purely coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome.
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Trash day and the New Neighbor's wife - Drinking with new neighbors, then a late show.
My name is John Anderson, and I've lived in this house with my wife, Betty, since we were married thirteen years ago. Through those years, I've stayed in reasonable shape for a thirty-eight-year-old man...Well, I haven't gained much weight, but I have a bigger belly than I did. Betty has stayed in great shape. I'm not sure how she did it. She could easily pass for her late twenties and is still the most beautiful woman I've known. Our house is on a quiet street with modest but well-cared-for houses, and they don't change hands often.
Recently, a moving van was in front of the house next door.
"John, the trash needs to go out today, and you have to put the bins out front," Betty yelled from the kitchen.
One of the few things I don't like about our neighborhood is taking the trash and recycling out to the front curb for pickup each week.
"I know, Betty, I do it every week. I'll get to it."
"Why don't you do it early? You'll be mad if you forget and need to do it tonight."
"Yeah, yeah."
"John, did you see that someone's moving in next door? There's a big moving van in front."
"No," I said and looked out the window. "A couple is standing out in front. I guess they're our new neighbors. Maybe we should go over and introduce ourselves."
"That's a good idea, but it's early. Let me bake some cookies first."
As soon as she said that, I smelled the cookies baking. Betty had already planned to go over.
About 1:00, Betty said, "Are you ready to go?" She had a plate full of cookies and a platter of cold cuts, cheese, crackers, and some bread. There was enough for a small army.
"My god. Are you trying to seduce them with food?"
She gave me a dirty look and said, "I'm just trying to be a good neighbor, John. Let's go."
"Wait a minute. We'll need something to drink." I went to the garage and returned with a cooler.
"Let me guess, beer."
"I'm just trying to be a good neighbor," I said.
She smiled as I grabbed a bottle of wine before we left the house.
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"Hi, you must be our new neighbors," I said. "I'm John Anderson, and this is my wife, Betty."
"I'm Gary Adams," he said, "and this is my wife, Marsha. Glad to meet you. We just moved here from Nevada. Do you live in the house right next door?"
"Yep. We came by to see if you needed any help and brought you some nourishment," Betty held out the food.
We chatted on the front lawn as the movers carried in boxes and furniture.
I couldn't help but notice what a comely woman Marsha was.
She was in her mid-twenties, both beautiful and cute in a girl-next-door sort of way. She was small and perky, with shoulder-length blonde hair and wore a trucker cap with John Deere printed on the front.
Her tight t-shirt with a band name on it, showed off her smallish, firm breasts, and her short shorts showed off her shapely legs. Even in grubby moving clothes, without makeup, she was captivating. It took all my willpower not to stare at her.
Gary was...It's always been hard for me to judge how men look. It's easy for women to tell if a man is handsome, I guess, but unless they're somehow unusual, really ugly, grossly overweight, or abnormal in height, they're just guys, and guys all look pretty much the same to me. So, Gary was an average, friendly guy in blue jeans, a t-shirt, and running shoes. He was tallish, probably in his early thirties, with brown hair.
Marsha said, "This is so much food. Help me take it inside, Betty."
I watched Marsha as she and Betty walked into the house carrying the food. She looked just as good from the back as the front. She must have worked out because she had a shapely bottom that moved nicely when she walked.
I said, "Gary, I was in charge of the drinks," holding the wine with one hand and the cooler full of beer in the other.
"A man after my own heart. Come on in."
The house was an ordered mess. Boxes were piled up in neat stacks everywhere, with color-coded labels on each of them. The door frame of each room in the house had a matching label.
"You're so organized, Marsha. I'm assuming you did the labeling," Betty said.
"Yeah. If Gary did it, some boxes would end up out of state." They laughed at the incompetence of Gary, and I guess me. They got along famously, and I knew that they'd be friends.
After the food and drink were stowed inside, and they'd talked a bit, Betty said, "We'll get out of your hair now. I know you're busy today, but we just wanted to introduce ourselves."
Marsha said, "You can't leave now. Stay here and keep us company. The movers are just putting boxes in the rooms. Until they're gone, we're just in their way."
Gary said to one of the movers, "If you see a couch or chair and a table in there, could you bring them in?"
"I saw a couch, and I'm sure we can find a table or two."
Five minutes later, the movers brought in a large couch and a coffee table. "That's perfect," Gary said. "Thanks."
"The couch might be a little cozy for the four of us, but we'll fit," Marsha said.
Marsha piled the food on the table, opened the wine, and brought in the cooler along with some mismatched tumblers. We sat on the couch, boy-girl-boy-girl. I sat at one end, squeezed against Marsha, and Betty sat at the other end, squeezed against Gary.
Sitting tightly pressed against Marsha was not a problem for me. Every time one of us reached for something on the table or repositioned ourselves, her breast rubbed against my arm. After a while, her breast just stayed pressed against me. I was right when I first saw her; she wasn't wearing a bra.
We poured ourselves drinks, and I held up my drink and said, "To new neighbors and new friends. Cheers." Everyone clinked glasses and drank.
We watched the movers work while talking and exchanging essential information like phone numbers and less important things like where we'd lived before, where we worked, and why we moved to the neighborhood. We gossiped about the other neighbors and told them about the best places nearby to buy groceries, go out for a quick lunch, the closest shopping mall, and a hardware store. All those places they'd need to know about while they learned their way around town.
Gary and I talked about barbecuing and bantered over how we prepared our meat before cooking; dry or wet rub for the meat, sauce, or no sauce, what we used for a smoker, and the kind of wood we used. We finally decided to have a smoked brisket cook-off and let the girls decide whose meat was better. The girls started laughing.
Marsha and Betty got bored when we started discussing sports, so they left for the kitchen. On their way out, Betty raised her voice and said, "They'll be comparing TV sizes soon." She winked at Marsha, and they both laughed.
About twenty minutes later, their wives returned. Gary and I were now talking about lawn maintenance. Even I was bored and was happy they were back.
I asked, "What were you two talking about?"
"Mostly about how you two need to get into better shape," Marsha said.
"That's not true." Betty said.
Marsha laughed and said, "I just asked Betty if there were any good places to work out nearby. There's a city recreation center a few blocks away, and it's the best deal in town. It's got a weight room, a pool, aerobics classes, and basketball courts. She and I can jog to it, then work out. I prefer running with somebody to talk to."
"I didn't agree to the jogging part of that. I jogged in college, but that was a while ago. I'll have to start by walking."
"I'll have you jogging in a week. I was a personal trainer for a while."
Gary said, "Betty, how do you stay in such great shape without working out?"
Betty blushed and said, "I go to the recreation center to swim sometimes, and I walk in the neighborhood." That was news to me.
Marsha squeezed my bicep and said, "With those muscles, I know you work out, John."
Trying to suck my gut in, I said, "No, not much. I play tennis sometimes. Your workouts certainly keep you in fine shape, Marsha." She smiled.
Marsha said. "There's even a state park nearby with hiking trails, and it isn't too crowded. We girls are planning to go hiking, and if you're good, we'll let you join us."
"Gary, you and John could go to the weight room after work. Gary loves to lift weights."
Gary said, "How about it, John? Do you want to lift weights a few times a week? Our desk jobs aren't going to keep us in shape. It'll be more fun with the two of us. We can't go on a hike with the girls if we can't keep up with them."