The Single Life After Divorce, Part 2
The New Neighbor
Vicki Valentina, a reporter from the Southern California Scene magazine, sat comfortably in her chair. She set the recorder on the coffee table in front of her, then picked up her coffee mug and took a sip of her tea.
"Thank you again for letting me interview you, Emmanuelle. I'm really excited for this interview. The last one proved to be very... enlightening," she said.
"I'm glad you enjoyed our conversation. Hopefully my life isn't too boring to write about," Emmanuelle laughed softly. Their last conversation three days ago made Emmanuelle review her dating and sex life since she divorced over 20 years ago. It was definitely different than she ever expected.
"Oh... I don't think your experiences are boring at all. From our first conversation, I think I only know the tip of the iceberg, too. I've already started writing my first article and showed it to my editor. He's very excited."
"You're too kind," Emmanuelle said, taking a sip of her own tea.
"Ready for round two?" Vicki asked.
"I think so."
Vicki leaned forward and started the recorder. "This is Vicki Valentina from Southern California Scene magazine interviewing Emmanuelle, our second interview. Thank you again for speaking with me, Emmanuelle."
"Thank you, Vicki."
"So... last time, we talked a little about your marriage and divorce, and talked about your first experience entering into the dating world after your divorce. I'd like to really shake things up this time and ask you... what was the strangest date you've had since you divorced?"
Emmanuelle laughed. Vicki had mentioned what the topic of their conversation was to be at the end of their last conversation, so she had several days to think about it. And oh, did she think about it. For the past several nights, her memories had triggered wonderful masturbatory sessions as she remembered the details of her dates.
She couldn't believe how excited the memories made her... especially the one Vicki asked her to focus on this time... Jenn, the beautiful, lithe, young, new neighbor. She could still feel her mouth teasing her pussy, her tongue teasing her clit as she ground against her face. And she could feel her touch... feel her quiver in orgasm. Jenn was a complete slut, wanting to be used again and again. And the thought made her touch herself again and again, until she was too tired to do anything but sleep. And then her sleep was filled with wonderful dreams.
"The strangest date?" Emmanuelle asked. "I know you gave me a couple days to think about it, but I actually new the answer the moment you asked. It was 8 or 9 years after my divorce. I'd been dating a few people regularly, on and off for a couple years, and was surprised when a new neighbor moved in... a new, slutty, submissive neighbor. Someone perfect for my... dominant desires."
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The apartment complex was usually pretty quiet, that is until a new neighbor moved in. I had been living there alone for the past 10 years and this was the first next-door neighbor that seemed so... youthful. She played her music loud all through the night and seemed to even like to dance around a bit in her apartment. She moved in only a day or so ago, while I was out grocery shopping. I had thought about going over a few times to introduce myself, but it usually felt too late. And I didn't want to intrude.
Besides, I heard her late at night, moaning, either having sex with her significant other or pleasuring herself. Something I embarrassingly enjoyed as I was falling asleep, touching myself.
It was 7 o'clock on Friday night when I walked by her apartment carrying my cloth grocery bag in my arms and found her door slightly open. The young woman inside was slowly taking things out of boxes and putting them aside or away. She was playing her music a little too loud and was singing a little. It was an 80's tune, very familiar to me. It is my favorite music genre.
I smiled watching her through the open crack. Oh, to be that young again! I could see movement through the crack from a distance and looked up and down the hall for a moment, making sure I was alone. Then I moved very close to the door and leaned forward to peer inside. I felt a little guilty spying on her... but the door was open.
Suddenly, the door opened and the young woman backed out, holding two, big garbage bags, backing straight into me, making me drop my grocery bag and spilling some of the contents in the hallway.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there," she said, jumping, as she turned towards me. She dropped the garbage bags and dropped to her knees, helping me gather up my spilled groceries. "Hi! I'm Jenn," she said, extending her hand. "Your new neighbor."
I shook her hand, feeling its warmth and softness, holding it a little longer than normal before letting it go. "Nice to meet you, Jenn the new neighbor. You're moving in?"
"Yeah, I just moved in two weeks ago. I've been pretty busy unpacking all these damn boxes so I haven't been out to meet anyone yet. But it's nice to finally meet you." Her smile was nice. And even though there was a 30-year difference between us, I felt a genuine attraction for my young new neighbor. She was barefoot, wearing a white t-shirt with tight jeans, something a little uncomfortable to wear for unpacking.
"How's the unpacking going," I asked, hefting my grocery bag in my arms and standing.
"Oh, it's been great so far. Everyone's been really, really friendly, and this area is just like... gorgeous. Like, I knew it was nice, but something about actually living here, close to the beach, is like, oh my God. I love it! How have you liked living here?"
"I love it! I've been here for about 10 years now. It's quiet and close to the beach. And it's nice to be on the beach side of the building, overlooking the water. Perfect for sunsets." I casually looked into her apartment and saw the stacks of unpacked boxes and items sitting about, ready to find a home. "Could you use a little help?"
"Uh... I mean... if you want," Jenn smiled... almost anxiously wanting me to say yes. "Yeah, I could totally use some help. I have... I don't know... 10 boxes or something to unpack. And I'm not going to lie, it's a little bit overwhelming. Which is why I went out today for some wine. 'Cause I mean unpacking sucks but at least I can do it with a little bit of a buzz. And then maybe it won't be so bad. But, there's no way I can finish the bottle by myself. You want some?"
"I'd love some," I said, smiling. I could learn to enjoy the company of my talkative new neighbor. "Let me go put this stuff away and I'll be back."
"Sure! That would be great! I'll throw these down the chute."
I disappeared into my apartment and set the bag on the kitchen counter. I put the few items I bought away closing the last of the cupboard doors and then folded up the cloth bag for later use, sliding it into one of the drawers. I then went into the bathroom for a moment and took stock of my appearance. I remember I was wearing a button-down blouse and slacks with low heels. After a little primping I was ready to go again.
"Hello, mind if I come in?" I asked as she pushed the door open a little.
"Yeah, come on in," Jenn said from the living room. The apartments were generally laid out exactly the same, but flipped, with the bedrooms next to each other in our case. On the other side, the bathrooms shared the same wall.
I walked into the living room, the unpacked boxes stacked to the side. There was a sofa, chair, and entertainment cabinet already placed into position. The small space of living room floor was covered with newspaper used in the packing, now strewn about as each wrapped item was unwrapped. Jenn was kneeling in the midst of it all.
