Claire went to the bathroom to clean up. I sat on the edge of my bed, still half-hard, flittering back between incredible satisfaction and a heavy guilt. Yes, Claire had reassured me that what we did was her choice too, but it just wasn't sitting well in my gut.
When she'd finished up in the bathroom, she came back into the room. She was just in her panties, and man did she look sexier than any woman has business being. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said goodnight. I think she could tell that something was bothering me because as she passed through the door, she turned, smiled, and said "Hey, trust me, there's nothing to worry about."
I did my best to take her words to heart, but I just couldn't stop thinking about Scott pounding on my door when he found out, or the pain that I would cause to their family. As I fell asleep that night, even with worry in my mind, I still found myself wandering back to that picture of Claire slipping out of her panties and running off to my room.
"Don't worry, it'll be our secret." I could only hope those words would turn out to be true.
I accidentally slept in a little the next morning and woke up to a quiet, empty house and a note on my kitchen table. The note was from Claire. It as just a quick, "Thank you for everything" sort of note. Apparently she and Jeremy had snuck out earlier that morning not long after the power had come back on. I felt like I was living in a dream, as if the night before maybe hadn't really happened.
I spent that day as well as the day after studying for and then taking my exams. During that time I saw Claire the twice when she and Jeremy left the house or came home and I never had the opportunity (unless I wanted to open the window and look like a stalker) to say hello. I passed my exams and that very same night Scott returned home from his trip.
Though I'd certainly been thinking about my experience with Claire, I made up my mind that the risk to benefit ratio was just too high in pursuing her further, plus I didn't even know if she was interested in anything more than a one night fling. So, though I was still thinking about our night together, I did my best to stop thinking about any form of a future with Claire. It was just the safest choice.
The day after my exams and Scott's return, I was outside packing my car for a Christmas visit to my family. Scott's truck pulled up around lunch time. He got out and came over to my driveway. My heart rate picked up a bit, I couldn't help myself from wondering if he knew.
"Hey," He said in a neighborly sort of way, "I just wanted to thank you for looking out for Claire and my son. She told me about the power outage. I really appreciate what you did."
"Don't even mention it." I said, feeling a huge wave of relief wash over me with the slightest little pinch of guilt, "That's what neighbors are for."
"Well I owe you one. Let me know if there's anything I can ever do for you." He said before saying goodbye and heading into his house. I was on the road to visit my family not even an hour later.
Fast forward about ten days. After a nice Christmas visit with my family I still had a little less than two weeks off before class resumed when I pulled into my driveway. It was about 8:00 PM. The lights were on in Scott and Claire's house, and there was about four inches of crusted snow covering everything.
I unloaded my car, turned the heat back up inside the house, opened a beer, and then went to check the mailbox. Of course it was loaded with mostly junk, a few bills, and some christmas cards. I sat down on the couch, nursed my beer, and started going through it all. Mixed in with all of it was an unstamped card with no return address, no stamp, and only my first name on the front. Inside was a christmas card with none other than Scott, Claire, and Jeremy dressed in Christmas sweaters. I flipped it over and looked at the back just to see a short note.
"Merry Christmas! Hope you had a nice trip wherever you went. Glad to have such a sweet neighbor."
Claire
I wouldn't have thought much of it except for the fact that she included a phone number below her name. I sat there and just looked at the card for a few minutes. My mind instantly went back to thoughts of Claire stripping next to my couch, telling me to cum inside of her wonderful pussy. Was I misreading the message? It was hard to say with any degree of certainty, but it was enough to give me a brief erection, and enough to send me off into the darker side of reddit later that night. And it was at that time that I first decided to share my experience with Claire on r/gonewildstories.
As I wrote part one, I slowly convinced myself that Claire was indeed reaching out to me. And a few nights after I finally posted part one I finally got up the courage to send a message to Claire's phone (Assuming it was in fact her phone number that was in the card). It went a little something like this:
"Hi there neighbor. Thanks for the Christmas Card. Hope you had a good Christmas and New Year."
I reluctantly hit 'send' and watched to see if she would send a quick reply. A few seconds later, I could see that someone was typing back.
"Hey you! Christmas was okay... I was hoping that you and I could catch up sometime soon." She replied.
I asked her what she had in mind and she suggested coffee. I asked her where she wanted to go. She replied, "My house. Tomorrow morning."
My pulse quickened and my throat felt suddenly dry. "Won't Scott be there?" I asked.
