All characters are above the age of 18 unless otherwise specified.
This series is inspired by the request from reader Penny, and is based partially on true events.
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The last box was unpacked. I was finally done.
I hated moving. We didn't move all that often, but it was always such a nightmare whenever we did. Usually it resulted in a house chock full of boxes for months afterwards, still waiting to be opened.
This time, I had decided that enough was enough. I rolled up my sleeves, cracked my knuckles, and got to work. Four days of continuous labor later, and our new house was completely ready.
My husband had gotten a great opportunity to move to a new company location and get a big promotion. The pay increase was very nice as well. Sadly, that meant a move across half the country. Both of our children were out of the house by now, but still, all of my close friends were left behind, and I was not the most bubbly and outgoing person, so making new ones would be difficult.
We had moved into suburbia, in a small subdivision with four other nearly identical homes. Something told me all the women would be stay-at-home moms named Karen with three kids and a golden retriever. Not exactly my idea of friend material.
The last item out of the boxes was a long, narrow mirror that I had decided to hang in the living room. I had it next to a coat closet, just in case either my husband or I wanted to see how a coat looked.
My eyes travelled over my own body. I had reached the ripe age of 50, but looked quite a few years younger in the face, something which I was very happy to receive compliments about. At 5'10", I was very tall for a woman, and I was very proud to be curvy and full-bodied as well, a true BBW.
Much of my weight went right to my thick butt and DD boobs. They had naturally begun to sag a little with age, but my husband still worshipped them the same as he did 20 years ago.
My slightly curly black hair came down to my shoulders, mirroring my dark brown, nearly black eyes. High cheekbones, red lips, and a small chin finished off my pleasant, almost naive appearance.
The unfamiliar sound of the doorbell cut short my staring. I went to the front door to receive my visitor.
I opened the door to find a woman standing in front of me. She looked to be in her mid-40s. She was surprisingly tall as well, only slightly shorter than me in her flats. Her dirty blonde hair was cut short and styled to one side, making her look a lot like Robin Wright in the beginning of House of Cards. She had a dominant sense about her, like she would argue with your manager and keep going up the corporate chain until she got what she wanted.
"Hi!" she started in a voice that sounded almost fake-nice. "I should introduce myself. I'm Holly, your new next-door neighbor."
She extended her hand. I gently shook it.
"Lovely to meet you. I'm Penny."
Holly smiled for just barely long enough to make it awkward, and for me to figure out what she wanted.
"Please, come in."
"Oh, thank you."
She walked in and I escorted her to our living room. She sat down on one of the chairs, and I sat opposite her on the sofa.
"You've already made this place look really nice," she said. "Do you need any help unpacking or decorating?"
"No, actually. You're just a little bit late." Something told me that was very intentional on her part. "I ground it out and got it all done."
"Wow, that's quite impressive. I take it your husband's at work?"
"You would be correct. Are you married?"
"Oh yes. But Matt's a businessman, so he's overseas a lot. I find myself with an empty house more often than not these days."
"No kids?"
"Certainly for me." Holly had a great figure that certainly suggested she hadn't ever gone through childbirth. "Yourself?"
"Two. Both of them have left the house by now already."
"How lovely. Although, I suppose some people get empty nest syndrome, don't they?"
"Well, it does feel a bit odd to have the house to myself for most of the day after so many years of clutter and sports practices and everything."
"Yes, I can imagine."
We sat in silence for just a few seconds, but I felt the need to break it.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Oh, that would be wonderful."
"I have coffee, tea, water..."
"Well, I would ask for something stronger, but I won't impose. Tea sounds lovely."
I stood up and walked into the kitchen to put on the water.
"You have such a lovely home," Holly shouted out, as if she didn't have one surely close to the same.
"Thank you," I said, walking back into the room.
"I'm sure you'll come to love it here. All five of the homes have couples in them. You'll love the rest of the ladies. We're a very close-knit community."
My cynicism was telling me that they were all surely judgmental and secretly resented each other. But it did actually sound like a good way to meet some new people and get to know our neighbors better."
"Like our own little family," Holly continued. "And this house was sitting empty for so long, so we're very glad to have a new couple. Especially with such a beautiful woman as yourself joining us."
I blushed at her flattery. "Oh, I'm sure you're just buttering me up."
"No, I mean it. You seem so confident and sexy. And I do believe you're wearing a rather expensive bra right now, so clearly you have good taste in the finer things as well."
I suddenly became aware that I was only wearing a silk robe and my underwear. I had gotten dressed up to give my husband a good morning present, with the promise of more fun at night. I hadn't even realized that I hadn't changed by the time I opened the door for Holly. As I had walked around and opened boxes, the front of the robe had opened a fair amount, and a good part of my bra was now visible.
I was close to mortified. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. I should have thrown on something more presentable when you got here."
