A few years ago, I lived for a spell in Reno. I can't say that I loved it all that much, but it did present some unique opportunities that I'm glad I took.
No one in Reno lives all that long in the same place for one reason or another. I found myself in a series of cheap apartments over the years. My favorite was the garden-level space across from Jackie. The building was a tacky two-story affair built with all the indifference of cheap 1970s architectural design, but the way it was made allowed for a small courtyard in the middle of the structure. There had once been a pool there, but that had been paved over long ago, covered now by a series of tables and benches and some poor soul-sucking a cigarette in the corner.
My back door opened out into the courtyard, and I could view the activities, such as they were, from my kitchen window. Directly across the courtyard from me was Jackie's space. She had moved in about a year after I did, and it wasn't a great time in her life. She had a four-year-old boy and a baby inside her when she first moved in, but her husband was a general asshole who left one day after she told him a second child was on the way.
She was a brunette firecracker, twenty-eight or so, short but stacked. Her curvaceous ass counterbalanced her enormous rack, which typically was barely restrained by a cotton t-shirt. When she moved in, she was six months pregnant, her belly rounded and heavy, her massive jugs heaving above her as she awkwardly moved around.
Seeing her condition, I quickly introduced myself and lent her a hand. She needed many things fixed in that shitty apartment and couldn't do the work herself. I fixed cracks in windows, leveled door sills, that sort of thing. I think she liked having me around to talk to while she tried to rebuild her life. Her boy was well-behaved, but still a lot of work. She was a good mom to him, and when the baby came a few months later, she was elated but exhausted.
I admit to doing some deep thinking about Jackie's curves when I lay in bed at night. I was just a friend; of course, I wouldn't ever do anything out of line to a vulnerable woman. That doesn't mean I wouldn't be there for possible rebound action, but I didn't push it.
Once she had her baby girl, she needed even more help. I ran out for groceries and emptied her trash. Around this time, Alicia moved in.
Alicia was about nineteen or so. Jackie had told me about her coming to stay and help out. Alicia was a friend of Jackie's youngest sister who had just graduated and was taking a year off (at least) before deciding what to do next; as a result, Jackie had asked if she might be available to come out for a while and help with the kids. Jackie's savings were starting to dry up, and she needed to pick up some job soon.
Like Jackie, Alicia was brunette and short, about five feet three inches. But where Jackie was naturally voluptuous (and more so in motherhood), Alicia was slender but still curvy. Where Jackie was about a 34DD before the baby (though at least a double-F now), I estimated Alicia a 32C.
Her youthful ass was still tight and firm, the curves of her buttocks sharply defined behind blue jeans that clung to her thighs. Her little breasts were primly pressed against her chest by a tight black bra that hid behind a fitted gray blouse, the top of her cleavage pushed together, two tan bubbles firmly strapped in place.
I cut back on my visits now that Jackie had some help. Alicia needed to be kept busy, and I didn't want to be that guy. My midnight thoughts were getting pretty intense, but I kept them to myself and kept an eye on them through my kitchen window. They often kept their window open when the air conditioner broke, which was a regular occurrence. Jackie had gotten some work down at the local market working mornings, so Alicia spent most of the day minding the boy and the baby until Jackie got back at four, and on a good night, they would invite me over for dinner.
And then, one late Friday night, I woke to a sharp rapping at my back door. I groggily rose out of bed, pulled a t-shirt down my chest, and stumbled towards the darkened door.
"Psst, hey neighbor, wake up." A muffled voice called out from behind the door. Stifled giggles followed. I knew well the sound of drunk women but wasn't sure what to expect as I slowly opened the door.
I had just unlatched the lock when I was pushed back as the door flung inward, Jackie stumbled a bit as she had been leaning up against the door outside, and she giggled as she steadied herself against the door frame, then sloppily entered. She carried an unopened bottle of champagne and two plastic flute glasses as if it were New Year's. Still outside, giggling as she watched Jackie stumble in, Alicia slowly followed her inside, trying not to tip another filled glass.
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I closed the door behind them. "It seems as if you two are having a party?"
Jackie ignored me, pushing past me to enter the kitchen. She placed the bottle and glasses on my kitchen table and began rummaging through the cabinet drawers. She triumphantly smiled as she retrieved a small serrated knife, which she used to start hacking away the foil that covered the bottle's neck. I watched, alarmed that she would draw blood until she spoke.
"We are celebrating a pay raise, my friend. I got a new title and three dollars more an hour. The kids are asleep, and Alicia has never had champagne before."
I glanced at Alicia. She was definitely a bit flushed in the face and giggled at everything we said.
"I like it a lot!"
I glanced at the bottle. I'm no snob, but I could tell this stuff was from the bottom rack somewhere and was an express route to a miserable morning. But I took the flute Jackie offered me, then waited as she filled her glass and topped off Alicia's drink.