Neighbors Daughter Moves In

Author Note: No sex in this one.

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DING! DONG!

Hmm. Someone was at the front door. It was Ted.

Ted was a long-term neighbor. We built our house thirty years ago, and he and his wife, Elaine, moved in next door several months later. My wife, Marjorie, was shy, so we didn't socialize much, but they were good neighbors. They were younger and had a daughter, Julia, who lived at home and was in her last year of University.

"Hi, Ted. What's up? Got my mail again?"

Ted smiled. "Hi, Allan. Nope. Not this time. I'm here to let you know we're moving."

I was shocked. "What? You've been here for years. I thought you were here for life."

Ted sighed. "Me too, but Elaine's arthritis is getting bad, and the damp Michigan winters and humid summers aggravate it. My head office is in Phoenix, and Elaine tagged along for a company meeting last year. Then we took some vacation time, and Elaine felt ten times better. We've been down twice since then, and she always feels better after a few days. The dry, sunny weather seems to help. I put in for a transfer, and a spot came up. We're moving as soon as we find a house and sell our place here."

"Bummer. You guys will be hard to replace. Is Julia going with you?"

"That's why I'm here. Julia has one term left. She'll start in January and finish in April. She's coming to Arizona with us over the holidays. Then she'll come back in January. But our house will be sold by then, so she can't stay there. I told her to get an apartment for four months, but she said getting a place on such short notice would be difficult. I think she can't be bothered."

"Where's she going to stay then?"

Ted looked uncomfortable and took out a list. "She wanted to know if she could board with you. She said she'd be as quiet as a mouse and you won't even know she's there. She'll be studying most of the time. She promises she won't have any loud friends over. She has our old Honda and won't need rides. She knows how to cook, so you won't need to feed her, and she has her own money, so you won't need to buy her anything."

Ted looked embarrassed. "Sorry. She made me promise to read her list so I wouldn't miss anything, but you don't need to do this. If you don't want her at your place, I understand. I mean, you know Julia, but you don't really know her. She's a good girl but is a bit of a princess because Elaine and I spoiled her, and she's pretty strong-willed." Ted smiled. "She'll be running your place after a few weeks!"

Ted looked at me seriously. "I know it's a big decision, so I don't expect you to decide now, but I'd appreciate it if you could let me know fairly soon in case we need to find another place. Thanks for listening."

Then he left. It was a surprise, but not a negative one.

Max, my German Shepherd, loved Julia. He wagged his tail like crazy whenever they met, and Max was a good judge of character. There was a lot of space in our house. It was a three-bedroom, and our daughter flew the coop many years ago. She lived in Africa. I couldn't stand her husband and hadn't seen her in a while. I knew Julia drove their old Accord, so I wasn't worried about transportation. And I wasn't worried about extra expenses. Money wasn't a problem. I didn't care if she had friends over as long as they didn't wreck the place. I obviously didn't know Julia like Ted did, but she was always friendly when I saw her. She waved. She asked me how I was. She asked about Max. She didn't seem like a typical self-absorbed teenage girl, although I guess she wasn't a teenager anymore. She was twenty-two.

Last but not least, I'd been lonely since Marjorie died last year. She was my best friend, and I looked forward to retiring with her. I retired, but she didn't make it. There was no 'we' anymore--just Max and me. It would be nice to have some company.

Plus, it was only for four months. How bad could four months be?

I called Ted and asked him to tell Julia to come over to discuss the details.

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Ten minutes after I talked to Ted, the doorbell rang. It was Julia. That was quick.

She looked happy, although underdressed. It was mid-December and below freezing, and she wasn't even wearing a coat and had on sandals. I invited her in.

"Aren't you cold?"

She smiled. "Nope. I'm well padded, plus it's a short walk from my house to yours."

She smiled again. "Can I really stay here?"

I smiled back. "Yes, if you want to. Why don't I give you a tour? There are several rooms you could stay in."

I took her downstairs. The basement was finished with a bathroom and bedroom. It's where our daughter, Susan, lived. There was a large TV, a small fridge, and a microwave. There was even a separate entrance to the back yard so she could have friends over, and I'd never even know.

I took her to the main floor. It was open-concept, with a kitchen, living room, dining room, and small bathroom.

Then I took her upstairs. My room stretched across the front of the house, facing south. It was very bright when the sun was out. There was a large walk-in closet and a big ensuite bathroom with a soaker tub big enough for several people.

There were two smaller bedrooms and a small bathroom with a toilet and a shower.

"Well? What do you think? You can stay wherever you want."

She grinned. "Even your room? It's so big and bright! And I love the huge closet and soaker tub."

I laughed. "Nope. It's mine. But you're welcome to visit. It's especially nice in the winter when the sun shines. It warms and brightens the room. You can use the couch to read or my work desk for computer work. Since retiring, I rarely use it. I prefer my laptop or iPad. And you can use the tub whenever you want. I prefer showers."

Julia's eyes brightened. "Cool! Do I need to decide tonight?"

"Nope. I don't care if you sleep in a different room every night."

She grinned. "That sounds naughty! The moving truck will take most of my things to Arizona, but I want to bring some of my things over. Is that okay?"

"Of course."

"Can I bring it over tomorrow?"

"Sure. Do you need help?"

"No, it's mostly just clothing, makeup, and stuff like that, although I'd like to bring over my mattress. It's super comfortable. Is that okay?"

"Sure. Your dad said you can cook?"

"Yes, you won't need to feed me."

"Well, it seems silly to make separate meals. What if I cook some nights and you cook other nights? That way, I won't need to cook every night, and neither will you."

She smiled. "I like that idea. I can cook. Mom forced me to learn, but I prefer to be fed. We can feed each other."

She smiled again. "I've decided I want to sleep up here. The basement is nice, but I find basements damp and dark. I can hang out there if friends visit, but it won't happen often. I need to concentrate on school, so I won't be socializing much." She grinned. "Just with you. I think I'll be visiting your room on sunny days. The sun perks me up. Is that okay?"

"Yup."

"Good. I'll bring my stuff over tomorrow. See you later!

Julia's visit only lasted fifteen minutes, but it left me in a good mood. There was something about her that was uplifting. She smiled a lot and was perky. She seemed happy, which was contagious.

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FUCK!

There was over a foot of snow in the driveway. The forecast called for a few inches, not a foot!

It would take me forever to clear the driveway with the wimpy electric snowblower Marjorie talked me into buying. We used to have a Honda gas blower. It was great. It was easy to maneuver and never clogged up, even with wet snow. The new blower was supposed to be good, but I hated it. The battery sometimes died before the snow was removed, and heavy, wet snow clogged it up. And there was over a foot of wet snow in my driveway.

Ted used to take pity on me after big snow dumps. He knew my electric blower wasn't up to the task and mowed through my snow with his mammoth gas blower. It was a brute. It was huge and self-propelled. It sliced through the snow like a hot knife in butter.

His driveway was already plowed, but mine wasn't. I guess I was on my own.

I bundled up because the winter winds were howling like Hell. I thought the house was going to blow away. I had just opened the front door when Ted's beastly blower entered my driveway and tossed the snow like child's play. I smiled and waved. He waved back, and I went back in the house. Thank God!

Ten minutes later, my driveway was clear. Ten minutes! It would have taken me hours to do it. The doorbell rang. It must have been Ted.

I opened the door. "Thanks so much, Ted..." But it wasn't Ted. It was Julia.

She smiled at my surprise. "Didn't think it was me, did you?" Then she grinned. "I'm not just a pretty face. I can blow with the best of them," she said mischievously.

I guess my mouth was still open in surprise because she grinned at me.

"Can you open the garage door so I can put the mower in there? Mom and Dad have left. Our house sold yesterday, and they went to look at a promising place in Scottsdale. Dad said he won't need the blower in Arizona, so he wanted you to have it. He knows your electric blower is wimpy. We also have a gas generator for when the power goes out. I'll bring it over later. There won't be any snowstorm outages in Scottsdale."

I opened the garage door, and Julia put the blower in there. There was lots of room because I had a double garage with only one car. I sold Marjorie's car after she died.

It was the second time Julia had surprised me with her physical nature. She carried her single mattress by herself, and now she plowed my driveway. She was definitely more than just a pretty face, and there was a sexy, mischievous undertone to her personality.

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I offered to drive Julia to the airport. She thanked me but said it was an early bird flight and she'd take a cab. The same thing coming back. She said she wouldn't get back until two in the morning and would take a cab.

It sounds silly. I'd only seen her a few times, but I missed her when she was gone. I missed her cheery personality. It was uplifting.

Plus, she was pretty easy on the eyes. She reminded me of Paige Spiranac. She inherited her parents' height. She was 5'10", my height. And she was big-boned. Her wrists were as big as mine. She had a pretty face and big boobs.

I remembered the first time I saw her cut the grass years ago. I was upstairs and heard the mower start. Normally, it was Ted, but not this time. The day was stinking hot and humid, and she was wearing short, low-rise jean shorts and a tube top that barely covered her breasts. And she had big breasts like her mom. Her boobs were jiggling and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her skin was glistening with sweat. She had on mirror glasses. I couldn't pull my eyes away until she looked up and waved. How embarrassing! I waved back but felt like a dork.

The doorbell rang and woke me up. I looked at my clock and it was 2 AM. What the heck? I went down and it was Julia. She was back.

"Sorry, Allan! I forgot to take the keys you gave me. Sorry to wake you."

I wasn't upset. I didn't work anymore, so I could always sleep late in the morning.

"No problem. How was your flight?"

"Okay."

"How was your trip?"

"Good! The weather was great. Dry and sunny, and I could see the difference in Mom. Normally, she's stiff when she wakes and has to take a pill. She can barely bend over to pick things off the floor, and bending over to get in the car is an effort. She's petrified of slipping outside in winter because she knows she'll fall. But down there, she seemed fine. I can see why they wanted to move."

"And you? Did you like it?"

Julia sighed. "The weather was nice, but there was no rain. It's not green like here, and supposedly, it gets super hot for months in the summer. I don't know if I could take the heat."

"Well, it's not green here now. It's white."

"True, but I'd miss the colors of Spring, Summer, and Fall. And it can be over 100 degrees for months in the Summer. That's pretty hot for me, even if it's dry. I can't handle the heat." She grinned. "Too much padding on my bones!"

It was the second time she mentioned her 'padding'. I'm assuming she meant her big tits and curvy ass but I just smiled and didn't say anything.

"Plus, most of my friends and cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents are here. I don't know what I want to do when I graduate. I don't know if I want to live down there. But I guess I have four months to decide."

She gave me a tired smile. "I'm wiped. I'm going to bed. See you in the morning. Sorry to wake you."

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I made it a habit to go for a one-hour walk every day with Max, regardless of the weather. Some days it was a chore if the weather sucked but today it was sunny with no wind and quite pleasant to be outside.

When I got back, Julia was in my room, lying on the loveseat sofa in short gym shorts and a short crop top, reading a textbook. The sun had heated the room, so her attire was appropriate temperature-wise, but it was distracting sexually. She was frequently distracting sexually. I don't think she was doing it deliberately. She just was.

For example, she had a hot body. Her face was pretty and she had big boobs, a nice ass and long legs. But it was more than that. My wife and daughter were self-conscious about their bodies. They would never walk around the house in their underwear or skimpy clothing. But Julia did it all the time and thought nothing of it. I was shocked the first few times she did it, but now I just enjoy it.

The other day, Julia yelled out from the washroom that the toilet paper was out. It used to happen occasionally with my daughter or wife. I'd get a new roll and open the bathroom door just enough to pass the roll through. They'd reach out and grab it. Mission accomplished. Sight unseen. Heaven forbid if I saw them sitting on the crapper. So I got a roll of toilet paper and went to the washroom, but the door wasn't even closed. Julia was sitting on the can. Her hair was wrapped in a towel. It looked like she'd just gotten out of the shower. Her big tits were hanging down. I couldn't help but look at them. I held the toilet roll out. She took it. She was unfazed by me seeing her naked, sitting on the toilet. My wife and daughter would have freaked and slammed the door, but Julia didn't seem to care.

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"Allan, where are we going to eat this Friday?"

I looked up in surprise. I didn't know we were going anywhere this Friday. I'd made several meals, and Julia had made several meals like we agreed. She was a good cook. It was nice to share the cooking and her company. Much better than being alone all the time. She told me about her studies while we ate. The conversation was mostly one-way because not much new happened in my life, given that I was retired and by myself. I just assumed we were eating in again.

"I studied hard this week and need a break. We used to go out once a week when Mom and Dad were here, and they left me money to go out. So where do you want to go?"

"You mean like Wendy's?"

"No. I mean a real restaurant where we sit down and order and get served, and have a glass of wine. That type of place."

"Oh. I haven't been to a place like that in a while."

Julia smiled. "Then we both need to get out. My treat. Or dad's treat! He's happy you're letting me stay at your place, and so am I. Do you like Italian? There's a nice place we go to."

"Sure."

"Okay. I'll make a reservation. You have to dress up a bit, though. No jeans and t-shirts." She smiled. "Can you handle it?"

I smiled back. "If the moths haven't eaten my dress clothes, I can handle it."

"Good!"

Julia made a reservation for Friday, and I checked my clothes. I wasn't kidding about the moths. I hadn't worn my dress clothes in years.

I picked out some black dress pants and a white dress shirt and ironed out a crease line in the pants from the hanger, and polished my black leather dress shoes and modelled everything in the mirror. I looked pretty good.

Julia smiled and said, "Looking sharp!" when she saw me. And she looked nice in a black dress with some black heels. We put on our winter coats and headed out to the restaurant.

It felt great to get out. I hadn't been to a nice restaurant in a while. The place we went to had a nice ambience. It was somewhat dark but not too dark. Nicely decorated. Not too loud. The service was good. The food was great. It was expensive but worth it. Julia insisted on paying for it. She said her dad gave her money. I agreed, but only if she let me pay next time. I had a good time. I decided there should be a next time next week. I had lots of money, and Julia would be gone in a few months. What was I saving my money for?

We were at the restaurant for two hours. Time flew by. I don't even remember all the things we talked about. It was effortless talking to Julia. I hadn't had such a good time in a long time.

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At first, Julia parked her car in the driveway, but I suggested she park it in the garage. That way, she wouldn't need to clean the snow and ice off her windshield when she went out. She noticed my golf clubs in the garage.

"Do you golf?" She asked.

"I used to."

"Would you like to go to the indoor driving range this weekend? I have a big exam coming up and could use a distraction." She smiled. "Are you any good?"

I smiled back. "I was okay."

She grinned. "Want to have a contest?"

"Okay."

"If I win, you have to make all the meals for a week," she said

"Okay. And if I win, you have to blow the driveway the next four times."

"Okay."

It was a freezing cold day when we went to play. Julia wore her full-length winter coat, which, in hindsight, I think was a plot to hide what she was wearing beneath. Because when she took it off, she had on a super short white skirt and a sports bra. The kind of outfit women's tennis players wear. With her body, it was very distracting. She grinned at me when she saw me looking at her.

We agreed that each shot would be evaluated by length and straightness. Whoever won the most shots won the game.

Julia had no qualms about distracting me. She stood RIGHT beside me, flaunting her hot body. She was constantly clearing her throat or coughing when I was shooting. Then she'd grin. She'd bend over and flash her ass or boobs in my face then smile at me. It was distracting and hurt my game, which was rusty to begin with from inactivity. Plus, she was as big as I was, so she could whack the ball as hard as I could. I almost beat her, but in the end, she triumphed by one point.

Then she smiled and said, "Home, James! What are you going to make for my dining pleasure tonight?"

We decided to shoot balls once a week. It was good fun. Nice to get out of the house. She wore the same revealing outfit every time and flaunted her body mercilessly, but I became accustomed to her tricks and didn't let it throw me off. I beat her more often than she did me, and enjoyed looking at her while I did it. She was a gracious loser and continued to snowblow the driveway regardless of whether she lost, and I cooked most of the meals. We settled into a comfortable routine.

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Julia finished a few major exams and had planned to blow off some steam with a male friend who liked to dance. She grinned and said they were going to do some dirty dancing, although he was just a friend, and that would be the extent of it. She was quite excited about the night and looked good. She had on a short black skirt with a black short-sleeve sequined top that dipped low in the front to show her cleavage. Then her cell phone rang.

"Oh, no! Does it hurt bad? Sorry to hear that. Take care!"

She had a pouty expression after she hung up."Sam twisted his knee. No dancing tonight. Rats!"

Then a mischievous smile crossed her face. "Got plans for tonight?"