I saw, for the last two weeks, that the house right next to mine was empty, its previous occupants gone. I missed my old neighbors - whenever they and I talked, it always made me smile from ear to ear, and I saw that they also experienced delight in conversing with me. They also made the exterior of the bare white house more animated by setting a rocking chair on the porch, some potted plants, and a welcome mat, but those all, and most everything inside, are gone now.
So, you could guess how I felt, and probably how I looked, when I arrived back from work one morning and saw a hot red convertible in the driveway of the house right next to mine, and a rental moving truck next to it. As I parked my own car in my own driveway, I saw some guys, at least five and all wearing dark shirts and pairs of shorts, were lifting up boxes and furniture from the back of the truck, down the ramp, and to the still-white-but-not-so-bare-looking house. They were obviously movers, working for the same company that the rental moving truck belonged to.
Now, let me tell you about the girl watching the guys from the porch, who sometimes spoke when she was trying to direct them to do something or respond to their questions. She was, perhaps, the same height as me, but there were more than two dozens steps separating the two of us so I couldn't be sure. She was talking to one of the guys, her back aimed toward me, leaning against the railing of the porch behind her. This girl wore a gray shirt that revealed most of her shiny light brown skin, with the only things keeping the clothing to her upper body being a moderately-sized band around the back of her neck and another band, though this one thinner, around the back of her waist. Then she wore a pair of blue denim short shorts that dropped down to her thighs and a pair of fishnet stockings that also revealed her skin tone underneath, which was also shiny and light brown. I couldn't see what she wore for shoes, though, since the bottom of the railings covered them up.
My eyes quickly scrolled back up, so I missed the fact that her eyes were on me as well. She had blonde, unruly hair; short too, I noticed, since they dropped to the top of her neck. This girl had a pair of white sunglasses over her hair and two large, round, golden hoops for earrings. Her eyes, like her skin tone, was also brown, and...
I paused, blinking a few times, looking back up at her eyes, which were directed straight at me. Her lips curled up into a friendly smirk, though I thought it was bordering into a sly one, and she made her way over to me, one large, brown boot stepping in front of the other, her bottom authentically-colored lip being pressed down by her top teeth. Now, she was being mischievous, and intentionally so. After a few seconds, she stopped in front of my car window, leaning forward so that her large breasts pushed the front of the shirt more, thus exposing that bodily area more to me.
"Hello, I'm Jenny, you're new neighbor! It's nice to meet you."
She extended her hand out and I took it, my eyes flicking down briefly to see that her fingers were nice and soft and her fingernails were a bit long and painted hot purple. My eyes then flicked back up to her eyes and I smiled back at her.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Thomas, but I like Tommy better."
"Tommy, Tommy," the girl was repeating under her breath, "... Tom, Tom. Nah, I'm going to call you Tom instead!"
I raised an eyebrow.
"Why?"
Her smirk widened.
"One-syllable words are better to scream out when you're being fucked by someone, don't you think?"
I couldn't believe it. Well, there were two things I couldn't believe - this girl and her lecherous behavior, and the visible bulge growing in my pants. It didn't take long for her to see that I was becoming putty even though she hadn't yet touched me sexually yet, and she laughed, the blush on my cheeks, which I didn't notice was there, reddening, but I did feel how hot my cheeks were becoming.
"Well, why don't we get comfortable in your house, Tom?"
"But what about you moving into yours, Jenny?"
She paused and hummed a bit before straightening up.
"You're right. Gimme a sec!"
