This is my first story. I appreciate feedback! I would like to add more stories in this series someday, following both Jennifer and James and Poppy.
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Poppy was ready to go home. It had been a really long week; while most seniors mailed in the last few months of the year Poppy had to finish out with great grades to get the scholarships for college she would need. Finals were finally done, and all her friends wanted to celebrate the start of summer. Poppy was excited for the celebration initially, but after partying in the park from school letting out till 11, she was exhausted. How she really wanted to celebrate was crawl into her bed and sleep for 12 hours. She realized now was the time to sneak away, she wasn't in a group at the moment. She knew all her friends would pull her back in, she needed the Irish goodbye in order to make a clean exit.
Poppy started walking to her car, but glanced back toward the party. She met eyes with John, and immediately turned back around. John had been her only high school relationship and it hadn't ended pretty. John was one of the stars of the basketball team, and usually got what he wanted. Poppy wanted to take things slowly physically. John was quickly put out, noting that most of the girls were "turned on" by him and begged him to sleep with him. This of course turned Poppy off even more. When they broke up John made it clear to the whole school that Poppy was an ice queen and a terrible girlfriend. It had never occurred to Poppy to get her side of the story out first; she thought their conflict was private. Poppy had sworn off dating after that; it just didn't seem worth it putting herself out there. This didn't help her image as the "ice queen". Poppy quietly shook her head at John, and turned around and kept walking to her car.
Now with all this you might think of Poppy as unpopular or the classic ugly duckling. Nothing of the sort! Poppy was 5'6, dirty blonde hair, and a volleyball player (with a perfect bubble butt to fill out those spandex shorts). She dressed stylishly, was friendly to almost everyone (except John and his friends), and had quite a few friends. She just wasn't interested in high-school relationships, to the disappointment of many boys in her school. Poppy sighed as she started up her car and headed home. She was sick of selfish high school boys, who only wanted something to fuck. She wanted a man, someone who cared for her needs (and her body), swept her off her feet. Poppy wanted to skip all the terrible dating mistakes that were all too common in life, and skip right to marriage. Her mind drifted to her new neighbors, Jennifer and James Brown.
Now there was a beautiful marriage! They were still young, probably late twenties to very early thirties. No kids. They had moved into the neighborhood about 3 months ago. James was an ex-athlete, and hadn't let himself go very much. Poppy got a clear view of this twice a week when she left for school and saw James running through the neighborhood. He was always running fast (his 6' frame chewed up ground), and with the recent warm month of May he'd been running shirtless. Nice pecs, and perfect 6 pack abs. Pretty much the rest of the time it was hard to tell; James typically wore loose fitting clothing and was generally modest. Jennifer was a great match, as a 5'4 brunette. Jennifer exuded grace. She had a firm butt that was glimpsed on those days that she did yoga on the front lawn, or working out in their living room with the window shade open. Her breasts were not overly large, but perfectly fit her frame. Jennifer was thin but not skinny; she rarely ran but seemed to stay fit through other activities.
Poppy longed for what Jennifer and James seemed to have. An encouraging, healthy, supportive relationship with their own interests but truly functioning as a team. The abs wouldn't hurt either!
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Poppy arrived home realizing that she had barely paid attention to the road, daydreaming about James and Jennifer. Poppy shook herself back to the present; she slowly gathered her things and got out of the car. All of a sudden she heard a moaning sound. Poppy was always ready to help a neighbor in need. She turned around, looking for the source of the noise. It came again, louder this time. It was definitely coming across the street, towards the Brown's house. Poppy started walking across the street, and started hearing a consistent knocking sound, coming from up higher. As she looked up, she noticed the window open, the light on, and the headboard of a bed gently knocked against the window. Poppy suddenly realized what was going on, and she quickly turned around and high-tailed it for her house. She knew that was not something for her to revel in, even though she desperately wanted what they had.
Poppy went through the door and locked it, and went directly to her room. Poppy started getting ready for bed, brushing her teeth. The electric tooth brush vibration did not help her relax, or forget what was happening just across the street. She shook her head, and began to strip off her clothes. She gasped softly as she brushed her nipples pulling her bra off; she was more turned on than she cared to admit and her nipples were proof. Poppy slowly rubbed her crotch as she pulled off her pants. Her sleepiness was rapidly turning into horniness; she was warm all over. Poppy slipped into bed in just her underwear, and began touching herself. She thought of what must be happening over there, and how hot it would be to see James over her, sliding in and out, in and out...
All of a sudden, she realizes that her window faces the street. While she may not have seen anything from the street level, she could probably see them from her window. She slowly got out of bed, and went over to the window shade. She got on her knees and slowly pulled up the corner, to see if their window was still open. It was open all right, and Poppy could see Jennifer's face. She was clearly on top, bouncing up and down. Her wonderful breasts perfectly accentuated the frantic rhythm. Poppy checked behind her, made sure there were no lights on in her room, then slowly opened the shades while she edged over to stand at the side of the window. She stood up to see if she could get a better vantage point.
Jennifer looked to be in pure heaven. She bounced up and down on the bed frantically, eyes closed. She seemed to be saying something. Poppy didn't want to miss anything, so she unlatched the window and cracked it to be able to hear. Poppy began touching herself as she heard a loud moan come from across the street. She began rubbing herself forcefully, as she imagined what it would be like to be Jennifer right now. She heard Jennifer say distantly "don't stop!" (it was quiet from Poppy's room but clearly Jennifer was being fairly loud), and then she watched Jennifer start to shake and shudder. Jennifer slowly sank out of view. Poppy continued to rub her clit furiously, but couldn't quite get there. Then she saw Jennifer stand up and walk away from the window, completely naked. James stood up and followed her, slapping her butt so hard Poppy heard it across the street. Then the wave of euphoria washed over her, and she almost collapsed onto the floor.
As soon as the orgasm faded, Poppy realized her exposure. She quickly closed the window, closed the blinds, and slipped into bed. She had a hard time getting to sleep; the images of what she just watched kept replaying over and over in her head.
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The next morning, Jennifer woke up feeling wonderful. She always slept the best after a good fucking! The sun was already up, she reached over for James but found him already out of bed. Typical. James also slept well after sex, but he usually turned that into rising early and exercising. He could be gone for 30 minutes, or 2 hours. Jennifer slowly rolled out of bed, pondering what needed to get done for the day.
Jennifer ate breakfast in the living room, and looked out at the yard. The main focus these last 3 months after moving in had been unboxing and getting the house generally usable; the yard could clearly use some attention. After breakfast Jennifer put on her grungiest clothes for a yard day. She started with weeding and cleaning up the detritus from the previous owner, clearly the flower beds hadn't been a priority. As she quickly worked her way across the yard, she heard a car vacuum start up behind her. She glanced around; Jennifer and James hadn't had a lot of time to get to know the neighbors but they were hoping to change that this summer.
Jennifer saw the high-schooler from across the street, she was cleaning up the trunk of her car with a shop-vac.
I need a break anyway
, Jennifer thought, and headed across the street to say hi.
What was her name again?
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Poppy was enjoying her morning, so relaxed from the previous 9 months. No homework, no finals, no college admissions, no deadlines. Just catching up and fixing whatever she wanted to work on. Earlier she had a hard time getting Jennifer and James' show out of her head, but she was finally focused on the task at hand. It was so loud cleaning out her car, she was in her own little world... All of a sudden, a tap on her shoulder. Poppy jumped about a foot and flung herself to the side. The vacuum came flying around in a circle with velocity as Jennifer turned, smacking something and then the vacuum sucked something up and got stuck. Poppy tugged, and the vacuum came free of the shorts it was stuck on. Poppy looked up, and realized she was face to face with Jennifer. She blushed furiously, looking down, only to realize that the vacuum had done a number on Jennifer's shorts. They were so loose fitting they had become twisted and pulled up quite high; you could see all of Jennifer's legs and some of her underwear. Poppy began cursing and muttering apologies furiously, and turned off the vacuum. Poppy looked up to see Jennifer's right cheek turning red where the vacuum had connected.
"I'm so sorry! I don't know what just happened" Poppy said.
"Not your fault! Clearly I shouldn't sneak up on people with vacuums" Jennifer responded, lightly holding a hand to her face. "I'm Jennifer, I live across the street. I believe I met you in passing, but I forget your name..."
"Poppy. Oh, your face is turning red! Let me go find some ice to put on it."
"No worries, my cheeks turn red from the lightest touch. I've been slapped much harder than that". Jennifer noticed somehow Poppy seemed to get more uncomfortable and shy after this comment.
Probably the wrong thing to say
, Jennifer thought. "It's not a problem, I promise! I just wanted to come over and meet you. My husband and I finally feel like we've turned a corner in getting boxes unpacked, and we were hoping to meet some more of our neighbors this summer."
"Yes, I know we met when you first moved in, but I haven't seen much of you since. How is the house? Does it need a lot of work? The couple that used to live there was older."
"Well it did need some painting and fixing up, but it was in pretty good shape! More than I can say for the outside though. I'm trying to tackle that today, but it's going to be a long day. I was wondering if you had any advice for me about native flowers I could plant out front? Your yard looks amazing, and I was hoping to copy some of what you have planted!"
"Oh, well the tulips are great and they come back every year. I think the bushes are the best though, as they don't need a lot of maintenance and make the flower beds look full. I like the mahonia we have, and the sweetbox is wonderful as well."
"Great, good advice! I think I'll run by a store later and try to pick up what I can."
"Jennifer, your cheek looks even worse. I'm so sorry! Are you sure I can't get you some ice or something?"
"No, it's fine Poppy. I promise!"
"Well, since you won't take any ice, can I at least come over and help you plant them? I know a bit about gardening."
"That would be lovely, but you don't need to help. I'm sure a pretty teenager like yourself has much more important things to be doing than helping a neighbor with her garden."
"I have nothing planned for today; I would love to help! Really!"
"OK, well it probably wouldn't be until after lunch though. Could I get your number so I can text you when I'm back?"
Jennifer reached for her phone and realized in everything she had forgotten about her shorts getting tangled. Looking down, her legs and half a butt cheek were on full display. Blushing slightly, she reached down and adjusted herself, and then pulled out her phone. Just at that moment, Poppy and Jennifer heard a loud wolf whistle. Jennifer whipped around to see her husband walking down the street, grinning ear to ear. He was shirtless and covered in sweat; clearly he had just gotten back from his run. Poppy was clearly uncomfortable and didn't know where to look, as Jennifer's face, her ass, and James sweaty body all seemed inappropriate. After exchanging numbers, Jennifer waved goodbye and walked back to the house.
"What was that all about? And why were your shorts all messed up?" James asked.
"Oh, well I was trying to make friends with the neighbors and managed to scare the hell out of her instead. The vacuum must have gotten caught up in my shorts, but I hadn't noticed because it caught me in the face and it stung a bit."
"Oh I don't mind, I enjoyed the view!"
"I'm sure you did... Did you enjoy your run?"
"Oh yeah! New best distance, 12.5 miles. I'll be ready for that half marathon next month... Speaking of views, are you enjoying the view right now?"
"Oh go take a shower! We both had too much fun last night. I want to get the garden going today."
"Alright, alright. You need my help before I get cleaned up?"
