This is a work of fiction. All characters engaging in sexual acts are 18 or older. In my fictional world, there are no STDs. My characters may act in fictional and irrational ways.
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The Welcome Association
Becky and Paula sat at the kitchen table with the contents of the basket spread in front of them.
"I think we've got everything. Are you ready to go visit?" Paula was eager to get started.
Becky shot her a look. "It's still too early," she chided her best friend. "He's a young guy. He may not even be up now. Let's go over it again and make sure we've got everything."
Becky sighed and reached for the checklist. "Association coupons, condo association map, hardware store coupon..." She read off each item as Paula placed them in the basket.
"Are you sure he's unattached?" Paula asked for the third time this morning.
"I watched the movers and didn't see any female items. He's had no visitors. Greg at the office said he only asked for one parking sticker." She ticked off the same list Paula had heard twice this morning and three times yesterday. "I'm sure he's single."
"Lord, I'm going to have to change my panties again. You're sure this is a good outfit right?"
"You look very hot, Paula. Why are you so nervous? You're acting like a schoolgirl."
"I don't know. It's just; he's my type, you know. He's like my dream guy. The one I see when I'm alone and close my eyes trying to get off. I don't want to fuck this up."
"You'll be fine. One look at those hard nipples and that tight ass and he'll be putty in your hands."
"You don't think I should fuck him?"
"Damn it, Paula. We're going to stick with the script. It's worked perfectly so far. I don't want you to scare him off. Besides, what if he wants me." Becky lifted her big D-cup breasts and squeezed them.
Paula groaned. "Shit, he probably will, too."
"We should get ready."
They applied fresh lipstick and checked their hair and makeup. They put on their heels, and Paula picked up the basket.
They took the walk through the common area to the new guy's condo.
"I know I've said it before, Becky. I'm so glad you thought of this. I have so much fun."
"We both have so much fun, Paula. It will continue to be fun as long as you keep your emotions under control."
"I'm sorry Becky. I'll be fine. I promise."
Becky thought back over the last three years and how their lives had changed. Next-door neighbors, Becky and Paula had become fast friends as they raised their families and watched as their husbands climbed the corporate ladder. It had been an idyllic life. The two families had taken vacations together every year. Skiing in Utah, or baking on the beach in Cozumel. Their children were friends and they all did well in school.
It all came crashing down three years ago when those bastards had left them for a pair of twenty-something, leggy blond models they'd met on a business trip. With the kids off at school, neither woman could stand the solitude of their large suburban homes. It was Paula who suggested moving into Wind Creek, the new luxury condominium development on the south side of town. They snagged the last two units in phase two.
The next summer as they sat by the pool the idea had taken shape. Paula was complaining about their lack of social life and especially her lack of sex. "I haven't seen a hard cock in thirty months." She'd whined. Becky watched the two hunky guys moving into a unit across the common area in front of where they sat. The entire plan just fell in her lap. She explained it to Paula. They spent a day devising a script and a week talking to local shop owners. The next time a guy moved in, they were in business.
They were approaching Paula's dream guy's door. They both took a breath, straightened their shoulders, pushed their chests forward, and Becky rang the bell. Nothing happened. Paula's shoulders sagged, and then they heard someone moving. A half minute later the door opened.
"Good morning," said Becky said brightly. She gave the guy her widest smile showing him her white teeth accented by her creamy red lips. "I'm Becky and this is Paula. We're from the Wind Creek Welcome Association. If you have a few minutes we'd like to tell you about this wonderful community you've moved to." Paula held up the welcome basket. They both froze waiting on his reaction.
Paula tried not to lick her lips. Close up he was younger than they had guessed. Probably twenty-three or four. But he was buff. He stood there with his hair mussed from bed and wearing a pair of athletic shorts. He had defined abs and dark hair covered his chest. She realized she wasn't breathing.
"Yeah, sure. Come in." He stepped back so they could enter and then quickly moved some boxes so there was room to sit. "I'm Steve. I'll go throw on a shirt. Can I get you something? I can make some coffee or... tea?" He stood scratching his head.
He was still waking up. These women looked to be in their late thirties or early forties. A few years younger than his mom but they could definitely be her friends. The taller one had beautiful pouty lips with glossy red lipstick. Her dress clung to every curve and he was sure she wasn't wearing a bra. The shorter woman was what mom would call 'plump', but damn she was stacked. She was cute too.
"We're fine, Steve. Come sit down, and we'll show you what we have for you." Paula patted the cushion next to her on the couch.
Steve walked over and set next to her. He looked into her blue eyes and smiled. Gawd, he'd like to see those glossy lips wrapped around his cock.
Paula and Becky shared a smile. Steve had forgotten to put on a shirt. The script was working.
