(*) The new neighbor (*)
Janet and I have been living in our house for the last six months or so. Last month the old couple living next door has moved out, and their apartment remained empty up to last week. We were hoping that the old couple's place would be taken by new neighbors who will share our age group, so that we could have more friends our age.
Last week, on Sunday morning, we had a knock on our door. I've open it to the sight of a beautiful woman, roughly our age, holding a pharmacy bag and a slightly embarrassed smile. I'm slightly social awkward, so as she has introduced herself as "Kim", I didn't exactly know what the appropriate reaction was. I'm not used to speaking with women other than Janet, as I somehow I reckon it would lead to cheating on her. Luckily, Janet came over just in time to rescue the situation. Unlike me, she's very friendly, and immediately tried to engage Kim in a cheerful conversation. We had a relatively shot talk ("we" being mostly Janet and Kim), during which we've discovered that Kim is our new neighbor, that she is single and currently unemployed, adores shopping and really must go to put the stuff in her bag inside her new apartment.
Later on Janet and I were sitting in our living room and Janet said she's glad about Kim moving in next door. She was determined of taking Kim on a get-to-know-your-new-neighborhood tour the next morning. And so, when I was at the office the next day, I've got text message from Janet saying "Cruising the hood with our new neighbor!! XOXO," and a picture of both in the local clothing shop, making kissing-gestures to the camera and holding some bags.
Over the next weeks, my Janet and Kim have got real close. They were hanging at each other houses, go shopping and doing girls' stuff together. As time went by, they became almost inseparable. One night I came home from work to an empty house. Naturally, I went over to Kim's and knocked on the door. As I knocked, I've heard a loud slam and a high-pitched scream. I was worried that something had happened in there, thus started knocking harder on Kim's door, calling her name and asking if everything's OK. A few moments later, Janet had open the door. She looked a bit mixed-up and shocked. She said she's been helping Kim with her stuff, and some of it just fell on their heads. She said she's OK and promised to come back home in a few moments β she just have to help Kim finish. Of course, I understood and went back home β only to hear some more screams later on. I've started to get up, but before I got a chance to exit the apartment and head over to Kim's, the door slammed opened, with both Kim and Janet on the doorstep. Both were red with anger, and Kim said that my wife is crazy, and that she has made a mass all over her place. Janet seemed very embarrassed and without a word walked passed me and entered our apartment. I apologized to Kim, saying I don't know what's gotten into Janet and that she's usually fine. To that Kim has responded that Janet is indeed fine, but that she's also just a bit crazy, and maybe I should watch over her more closely. This was all very strange indeed, and when I tried to confront Janet about it later on, she just said she's sorry and started giggling. When I asked her if the stuff falling on their head were actually her fault, she said she doesn't want to talk about it and went into the shower.
(*) The movies (*)
Sometime later, Janet came up with the idea that the three of us should go to the movies together. She said that Kim and I are her two favorite people, and that she would like it very much if we could all hang out together. Besides, she added, she feels like she's been neglecting me for some time now, since hanging out with Kim actually takes most of her time and energy. She was a real sweetheart suggesting we'd go to the new horror movie. She is not a big fan of that kind of movies, and her suggesting for us to watch one was a beautiful gesture. In addition, it turned out that both I and Kim like horror films β which is another thing common for the both of us, as Janet suggested (the other being herself).
At the cinema, the three of us sat on the top row of the theatre, with Janet sitting in the middle, holding an enormous popcorn bin. I could see she was a bit nervous because of the film, and though I couldn't have seen what was going on the Janet's other, left side (where Kim sat), I could figure that Kim was holding Janet's hand by the fact that Kim was using her left hand to grab popcorn from the bin located in Janet's right hand (and in between her legs, as from time to time she'd go on and grab my hand). During the show itself and on some scenes of the movie, the girls whimpered in fear and excitement, sending Janet's right arm away from the popcorn and into my palm, sometimes dragging both our hands down towards my crouch. I felt a bit aroused by her hand being so close to my man-parts, but felt bad for it, as I knew these gestures were nothing of a sexual nature, as this was made unconsciously out of the stress the movie had put her in: I saw her shut her eyes and move uncomfortably in her seat β and I just loved her more for the sacrifice she's made for our relationship. As for Kim, she seemed to be just as excited and frightened by the horror film as my wife, but I saw her occasionally smiling to Janet, trying to make her comfortable.
As the recess started, both girls looked somewhat startled by the movie and I thought I saw Kim shake and shiver just before the lights went on. I suggested then we would call it a night and go back home β but both wouldn't hear about it. Kim argued that once they'd refresh in the cinema's restroom, they would have calmed each other down and come back ready for the second half of the movie. I then realized Kim really was the cool girl Janet has been saying she is. I have agreed, and as both girls went down to the restroom, I caught a glimpse of a couple making out just a few rows bellow us. The guy's tongue was deep in the woman's mouth, and his hand casually caressing her breast underneath her blouse. Both seemed careless for the fact that other people were also in the theater, and that all of them might be able to see their actions. I hoped that my two female companions didn't see this as they walked down to the restroom. This was very uncomfortable and vulgar, and I tried my best to not accidently look at the couple again, as the woman moaned with content and pleasure. The vulgarity of the situation was intensified as a young woman got back to her seat just below me, telling her friends nervously and secretly about some sexual activity going on one of the booths in the ladies' room. I've then realized that my love and her friend could not have avoided overhearing or even seeing this, and felt sorry I didn't insist more on going home.