I guess it all began two months ago. The house next to mine had been on the market for about nine months before someone bought it. My mailman volunteered that the new owner was named Amber and she was young. That was about all he knew about her. For about six weeks there was a lot of construction going on over there and an endless stream of deliveries. Than it went quiet.
I do know that they installed a new swimming pool in the back but other than that I really didn't pay too much attention to what changes had been made to the outside of the house, if any. Than on Saturday as I was just finishing mowing the lawn, a car pulled into the driveway next door and a young girl got out. She leaned against the door and just stared at me.
As I finished my last cut and turned to put the mower away and wipe the perspiration from my neck, she caught my eye and gave me a little wave. I waved back. Continuing to my garage I folded up the mower and turned only to see her standing just outside.
She smiled and volunteered a "Hi neighbor. I thought it was about time I introduced myself, I'm Amber Webber and, well I just wanted to get to know who the good looking guy was who lives next door."
I had to smile at that compliment because I had to be at least twenty years older than she was. I wanted to say something stupid about her eyesight, but decided to drop it. I just answered with a compliment of my own about having such an attractive new neighbor and paused to stare at her.
There was a short silence as we took notice of each other. It was a bit awkward but it only takes moments to assess a person. She was probably no more than nineteen or twenty years old. She stood about five feet two or three inches and couldn't have weighed more than a hundred or so pounds. She had shoulder length hair and it was roped into a pigtail laced with some sort of silver cord. Her hair was a dark chestnut red and her features were a perfect replica of the Venus Di Milo except she was complete with arms.
Her jeans must have been wet when she put them on and shrunk to fit her petite body. Those low things that seem to be held up by her hips. Her blouse was white, and tied at the waist permitting me to see a slender body with breasts probably not much more than a B or C cup. Low cut so she obviously wore no bra because it would have shown thru the thin fabric.
Since she wore sunglasses I couldn't see her eyes and I just had to imagine what they must look like. Because of her "peaches and cream complexion", I figured probably blue. I'm not very good at small talk and almost breathed a sigh of relief when she began to pick up the conversation.
"Actually, I know quite a bit about you Rick. I had a chat with a stewardess on the airline between the Netherlands and the states. She told me a lot about you and about your problem and I really think that's awesome. She bragged about you and showed me your picture and all. You are so much like my stepfather that I simply had to meet you. My only love was my stepfather and he passed away nineteen months and three days ago, just after I turned eighteen."
"I don't enjoy the company of people my age so I simply had to meet you. I don't like young guys, they're egotistical Asses and the girls are just a bunch of giddy idiots who have nothing on their mind except putting each other down and trying to get some jock to lay them. I guess it's pretty obvious that I like older men isn't it? "
"I guess," I answered. Than as an afterthought I asked, "you haven't given up on looking have you?" I had sort of meant it as a joke but she stared at me as if I had slapped her in the face and replied.
"No I haven't, but he's got to be perfect for me. I don't settle for second best." Than she reached out her hand and took mine and gave me a slight tug and in a low voice whispered, "come on I'll show you around my new house. I've had it customized so it is perfect for me."
On the way over to her place I wondered how much Inga, my friend who she must have met on the plane, had told her on the plane about my priapism. For me it was just something I had to live with but for most of my girl friends it was something special. Oh well, I thought, it's not something that too many people know about and its not a real bother.
Than she moved closer to me and squeezed my hand again. Now she was almost welded to me.
"You smell good," she commented. "Me?" I answered, "all sweaty and wet? and with no shirt on? That's the first time anyone has ever given me a compliment like that," I chuckled. Her only response was to swing her hip so it shoved me slightly off balance.
Opening the door she began to give me the tour. I asked polite questions, gave compliments and than suddenly it dawned on me that this was a house designed more in a mans taste rather than a woman's. Dark bold furniture, wooden floors of planked teak, and even the shelves held things, which a man might select. The living room was complete with a fireplace and was the only room with wall to wall carpeting.
Than she took me to the master bedroom. Her bedroom. It was the only room in the house that was decorated in a manner that a woman might choose.
The king sized bed looked feminine with its frilly covering. It had a light airy atmosphere with light and dainty furniture that would be typical of a woman's bedchamber. The room was enormous and where the vanity area would normally be was a sunken tub surrounded with black marble inlaid flooring.
"My god," I commented. "It must take two water heaters to supply water for that thing." She squeezed my hand again and swung almost around to face me.
"It does. We should try it out together some time don't you think?" She asked.
"That would be interesting", I commented.
"I should warn you she continued, I'm an unpredictable and totally crazy woman so don't be too shocked when you learn that I spend most of my time indoors, totally nude. You'll get used to me."
There were two odd things about the area around the tub, or Jacuzzi whichever you prefer to call it. One was a full size statue of Adonis, complete with an erection slightly out of proportion and erect. It stood in one corner, and the other was a beam of black onyx that extended like a sloping ramp from one wall down to the floor. It was about eight inches wide with well-rounded edges and it was about six feet long but extended upwards at an angle.
Before I could ask what was it, she went over and sort of leaned against it with her back on it. "See", she explained than standing up again she straddled it in the other direction and again simply said: "or this way. This way I can do a lot of things that might shock you. I have some toys that I can use with it"
I noticed that as she was straddling the ramp, facing it that way, her thighs were spread invitingly apart.
Back in the living room she asked, "what do you drink Rick?"
I had forgotten that she had spoken with Inga and was momentarily taken back when she used my first name.
"Beer, or vodka. I guess, if I want to get into trouble, a white Russian," I confessed.
"Why in trouble?" She asked. I think I blushed as I confessed.
"I sort of get amorous when I have a few of those," and I chuckled back.
