I had been excited all morning about the block party. We've had so many new neighbors move in to our court over the last year and I was looking forward to getting to know them.
Our little section of the neighborhood is unique, since we are separated from the rest of the subdivision. Most of the main development is on a loop, while ours branches off into its own little court. It's very secluded, which is one of the reasons we decided to move here.
One of the new neighbors offered their home as the base of the party since they were centrally located, and they had the most space. I could see their driveway from my upstairs windows and watched as Dave, the husband, was setting up chairs and the grill. His wife, Lisa, was helping as well, setting out paper plates and glassware for all the guests.
The party was scheduled to start at noon, and since it was mid July, everyone agreed that it would be casual and laid back. The heat had been pretty intense for the last week, so we were all just going to wear what we were comfortable in. Dave was wearing a pair of swim shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, while Lisa had what looked like a tennis skirt and tank top.
There are only three things I wear in the summer time, bikinis at home, sun dresses when I go out, and cocktail dresses when have to. I had just purchased a really cute little sun dress that I had been dying to wear. It was white with little cherries all over it, a bit 1950's looking with thin shoulder straps and flared out at the hem which was just above my knees. It reminded me of something a pin up girl would wear, especially after I slipped on my wedge heels.
The only problem with this dress was that the top half of it was apparently designed for smaller breasted women, so I wasn't able to button the top. I loved the way it looked but i was sure some of the wives would be scowling, especially since I would be attending alone. I didn't really care what they thought, especially in this heat. They're lucky I didn't decide to just wear my bikini.
It was only 12:15 when I finished getting ready, and I hate being the first guest at any social event so I decided to sit by the pool and have a glass of wine before leaving. Somehow time got away from me and before I knew it, it was 1:30 so I walked out the back gate and headed up the street to Dave and Lisa's home. It looked like everyone had already arrived as I approached. There were at least 20 people standing around the driveway, eating hamburgers and drinking.
I was happy to see Robert, my next door neighbor, when I arrived. He walked up and gave me a hug and proceeded to introduce me to everyone. Some of them I knew already but there were at least ten people whom I had only seen occasionally as I drove through. Everyone was very friendly and we all pretty much hit it off right away. It may have been the fact that there was plenty of wine and beer available but still, we were all having a good time.
After several hours, I had met and talked to everyone, which was a bit exhausting. I was growing tired of explaining, for the tenth time, why my husband wasn't here with me, but eventually everyone got it. Robert even joked that he was looking after me and all questions could be directed towards him. I think he saw my frustration, and was trying to keep my mind off of it.
The party continued into the evening with most of the guests staying around until almost sunset. I realized that I hadn't seen Robert in a while so I wandered around the back area and found him sitting with another older gentleman named Andy, who was Lisa's father. He was staying a couple weeks with them since he was widowed and retired. Andy was every bit as charming as Robert and I liked him immediately. The three of us chatted for a half an hour until Andy excused himself for the evening, explaining that he had been driving all day and was ready for bed, so Robert and I headed back out to the driveway to join the rest of the group.
All of the wine I had been drinking finally caught up with me so I asked Lisa to guide me to the bathroom. She told me that the door just left of the laundry room was for guests, so I headed inside. I found that it was occupied, so I stood there waiting, hoping not to pee myself. Dave happened to pass by and my pain must have been obvious because he told me there was another bathroom at the top of the stairs.
I didn't even wait for him to finish his sentence before quickly climbing the stairs and darting into the bathroom. When I finished, I checked my lipstick in the mirror and went to leave. The bathroom had a second door that confused me since I came in so quickly and I inadvertently went to leave through the wrong door. This door led to the guest bedroom where Andy was staying.
When I opened it, I realized that I was going the wrong way but curiosity got the best of me so I peeked inside. The lights were very dim and I didn't expect the room to be occupied but it was. There, naked on the bed, was Andy. He had a book in one hand, which covered his view of me, and his erection in the other hand. I froze in my tracks, unsure if I should slowly back out undetected or just apologize quickly and leave. I was like a squirrel in the street, trying to make a decision but frozen still.
I could feel my cheeks turning red as I attempted to slowly retreat without Andy noticing my intrusion. I took a small step backwards and my heel caught on the door stopper, which caused me to stumble sideways and further into Andy's room. As I tried to hurry to my feet, Andy sat up and set his book down and without even batting an eye, came over to help me.
"I'm so sorry," I stammered, "the bathroom downstairs was occupied so Dave sent me up here."
Andy had a grin on his face as he nodded his head.
