It had been a whole twelve hours since Maria and I crossed the rubicon, and my mind was split about the entire situation.
I had done it; I had fucked my MILF neighbour. Admittedly, I was proud of it, wouldn't you be? We fucked each other's brains out, so much so that I'm still finding it hard to pick what's left of it off the floor. The thing is, I very quickly realised - about a minute or so after ejaculating into the condom - that perhaps it really wasn't a good idea.
I was high, we both were after all, so I could excuse that feeling as just being sheer paranoia and chalk it up to post-nut clarity doing a number on me. However, it really wasn't that simple.
I would have to endure seeing her and, to an extent, her family all the time. If this was fucked up beyond repair, and she never wanted anything to do with me again, this could end very badly. What if she felt pressured into it, if it was just the marijuana talking? That's a one-way ticket to those four, inescapable walls, if she really wanted to take it that far that is.
Then again, we had left on a good note last night, but of course we did, we gave each other incredible orgasms and were still floating on the cannabis clouds. It would have been odder if we hadn't.
My thoughts would have to wait, however, as all of a sudden the doorbell rang, dragging my groggy mind out of the gutter.
Oh fuck, please don't be Maria, please...
I pleaded, throwing my head into my hands and regretting everything that happened last night as embarrassment ate away at me,
please...just for once, will the world just do as I say?
After a second ring of the doorbell, I forced myself up, my heart pounding as I walked towards the door. I had never wanted to be swallowed up by the world as much as I did in that moment, just wishing for the abyss to welcome me in and close the door shut behind me. To disappear entirely sounded right up my ally at this point, but so did the chance to fuck her again, and dirtier than before.
She gave me hints to the extent of her kinkiness last night after all, and that was something I would love to fully explore If at all possible. Yet, I would have to talk to her, speak with her face to face after what happened. It was like a one night stand, except it was far, far worse, because instead of it being some random woman at the bar that your beer goggles convinced you was far hotter than she really was, the woman was not only incredibly fucking sexy, but just so happened to be your next-door neighbour. Oh, the fun of suburbia, all is fair in love and affairs I suppose.
I breathed deep for a moment as my hand slowly reached for the handle, doing my best to postpone the moment as long as possible. Every second bought was a second won, a moment to extend the calm before the storm just that bit more. I was desperate for reprieve, and, as I pulled the door open, my heart felt like it was about to explode.
"Hello sir, how are you today?". Said a woman's voice before the door even fully opened, causing the rapidly developing knot in my stomach to transform into an amalgamation of tied-up ropes that would be impossible to untangle.
"H-hi there," I stuttered, looking down and away like a beaten pup as the door opened.
"Sir? Up here sir,". Said the woman.
I slowly looked up, clocking what was an unorthodox outfit for Maria to be wearing to say the least - long, brown trousers, leading into a brown shirt. Not only that, but there was a package by her legs too.
"Sir?".
My eyes finally met Maria's, but they weren't hers, they were a fucking delivery woman's.
"O-oh," I said, the level of embarrassment I was feeling now at an unfathomable level, "I t-thought...".
"Can you sign here sir?". Said the woman, a puzzled look painted across her face as she looked me up and down.
I took the stylus out of her hand and fumbled my words yet again. "Sure t-thing."
I couldn't even remember what I ordered, and at this point I really couldn't care less, not with my heart threatening to jump out of my mouth. My signature came out as little more than a squiggle as I hurriedly took the package, wishing for the torture to end. Yet, as the woman thanked me and walked away, I knew that wasn't going to happen. In fact, it got a whole,
whole
lot worse.
The woman had been largely obscuring the rest of the outside world to me, not to mention how much a mess my head was that I hadn't been thinking about anything else but the woman at my door. But now that she had moved out of the way, I saw it - or rather, I saw
her
.
On the driveway to the right of mine, bent over and digging around in the side of her car was Maria, tennis outfit and all. Truth be told, I wanted to scream. Scratch that, I wanted to scream and cry, I wanted to turn around and run back inside and never, ever leave.
Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme,
I thought, unable to pull my eyes away from her partially revealed ass. It was like a car crash, and I was a deer in the headlights. I couldn't look away, I couldn't stop stealing an extended look all over her tanned, hot body that was threatening to send a lethal dose of blood to my cock. She wore the skirt and all, no doubt having shorts on underneath, but that didn't stop me from trying to get a decent look.
I was unable to move at first, rooted to the ground as If I had been glued there. My stupid caveman brain was working against me for no reason, and I vowed to have a stern talking to it later. It had gotten me into this mess in the first place, and I was still unsure as to whether it was even worth it, especially if she wanted nothing left to do with me.
Finally, with a level of will I never knew I actually had hiding away within me, I went to grab the door and close it as quietly as possible behind me. However, sometimes, for whatever reason, life is a bitch, because as I closed the door, it collided with something I had completely forgot about - the fucking parcel that got me into this mess in the first place.
The sound that emanated from the box wasn't a pretty one. Something most definitely was broken, and I finally remembered what I had ordered; ceramic salt and pepper shakers (don't ask).
