Fall, in the Rocky Mountains, is an incredibly beautiful season. The mountains explode with the golden hue of Aspen trees, the glow from their quaking leaves almost blinding on a sunny day. That, plus the crispness of mountain air, beckons to those who live in the city, pulling them from their homes to spend some time driving in the hills and mountains to grab that 'last' bit of nice weather before the snows of the coming winter sets in.
It was on such a pristine day that Trish found herself driving the roads of the Rockies, her senses bombarded by the beauty of the surrounding countryside. Jazz and Blues from her car's radio, a doobie between her fingers, and the company of a new friend...life was good, thought Trish.
"Sure you don't want another hit?" Trish asked of her new 'friend' and neighbor, Ellie.
"Are you shitting me? Are you trying to get me completely zonked?" Ellie replied, her voice already betraying the effect of the herb and the thin mountain air.
Well, yeah, I am, thought Trish, with a small, sly smile on her lips. Get you zonked, then naked in my bed, the thought of which causing Trish's small smile to spread broadly across her face.
Ellie...I should digress a bit and bring the reader up to speed as to how she came to be sitting in the passenger seat of Trish's car, and, of how she became the object of Trish's sexual desire...
Within a week of returning from her road trip with Jil, Trish was back at the grind of running her bar, managing her employees, paying her bills; in short, to use Trish's words, 'back into the real world'. The second week after her return, Trish turned onto her street only to see a moving van blocking her driveway. Workers were busily unloading furniture and household goods into the house next door to Trish.
Must have sold, thought Trish as she found a spot on the street to park her ride. Glancing over to the activity, she walked to, then up her driveway when a voice got her attention.
"I'm sorry that the movers have blocked your driveway but they're almost finished and should be out of here within the hour."
Turning, shading her eyes from the sun that lay low on the horizon, Trish's eyes beheld a woman of approximately her own age, she judged, but with the build of the proverbial brick shit-house.
"Hi, I'm Ellie, your new neighbor. Though, on second thought, blocking your driveway is not a very neighborly thing to do," laughing nervously as she said it.
"Hi, Ellie, I'm Trish. Don't worry about the driveway thing; it's no big deal," Trish replied, taking Ellie's offered hand in greeting.
"Well, the sooner the movers are gone, the better so that I can start getting unpacked," Ellie said.
"I don't envy you that chore. I'd rather have a root canal without the drugs than move...I fucking hate moving," replied Trish.
"Ain't that the truth," Ellie said, brushing her dangling blonde tresses from her face. "Still, it has to be done and since I'm a committee of one, the sooner I get to it, the sooner it's done."
"No husband or boyfriend to help you?" queried Trish.
"Nope. Had a husband but I dumped his philandering ass a few months ago. It's just me, and that's not a bad thing," Ellie said with a small chuckle.
"Men! Can't live with 'em and it's illegal to kill them," Trish joked in return, causing Ellie to laugh at the remark.
"Fuck 'em; I'm taking a long break from men, that, you can take to the bank," Ellie declared.
"I hear that; well, don't let me keep you from your chores but when you're ready for a break, some food, or a drink, come on over and I'll rustle something up for us to celebrate your move into the neighborhood," Trish smilingly offered.
"That's kind but you don't have to do that," Ellie replied.
"Rather do that than help unpack your shit and put it away," Trish laughingly said, causing Ellie to laugh with her, in return.
"Well, thank you, I just might take you up on your kind offer," and with that and a wave, Ellie returned to her tasks which lay ahead.
Hmmm, thought Trish as she unlocked, then entered her house, now that's a neighbor I wouldn't mind knowing a little better. Trish stopped in her tracks as she processed the thought and started laughing to herself. Damn, she thought as she checked the fridge for ideas for dinner, I really have become quite the pussy hound.
Answering the knock at her door a few hours later, Trish opened it to find Ellie standing there with a bottle of wine and 2 glasses.
"That offer for a break still good?" Ellie asked with a smile on her lips.
"Abso-fucking-lutely", Trish answered as she stepped aside to let Ellie enter, "A good looking gal with wine to share always has a spot at my table."
Trish whipped together a small carb-filled pasta dish and salad while sipping wine and chatting with Ellie, who sat at the counter, her offer to help declined by Trish. They exchanged short bios and laughed a lot. Both had a similar sense of sardonic humor, both confident in who they were. Ellie, divorced six months, but separated over two years, jumped at the chance to leave Virginia for a promotion and move to Colorado.
"Starting over and all that crap," she explained, "too much baggage and too many memories back in Virginia.'
The meal was good, the laughter was better, and Ellie said her goodbyes a couple of hours after arriving.
"Next time, I fix dinner for you," she declared.
"Tell me when and I'll be there," Trish replied as she waved goodbye to her new neighbor.
Over the next few weeks, Ellie and Trish found more in common with each visit to the other's home. They fell into a fast friendship, a friendship unlike any that Trish had had before. They went shopping a few times, a few movies, and fell into the habit of taking turns cooking a couple nights a week so that neither would have to eat alone all the time.
Over the same few weeks, Trish found her masturbation fueled more and more with visions of her well-built neighbor, naked, laying in her bed, and with Trish dining at Ellie's 'Y'. And so, it was with this brief history, that Trish and Ellie were returning from their day-trip to the mountains, and that Trish was seriously planning to put the moves on Ellie that night.
"What a great day, thank you so much," Ellie said as they exited Trish's car.
"Not over with yet, sugar-britches," Trish said as she put her arm around Ellie, guiding her into her house.
