It was four months ago when my new neighbors moved in. I was used to the neighboring house being empty since the previous occupants had moved out a few months earlier, I went out to meet Mr and Mrs Russell when they first arrived and we seemed to get on well, although that wasn't too much of a surprise However it was Mr and Mrs Russell's daughter who caught most of my attention when she arrived the following day after they moved in. Mirabella was just a couple of months past her eighteenth birthday and was an incredibly sexy yet innocent looking girl. She was light skinned like her mother and wore wonderfully light and short skirts that showed off her long smooth legs. Mirabella was really pretty with her mother's blue eyes and her tight tops clearly demonstrated that she had young and firm breasts. Having the Russells move in next to me was good, Soon enough me and Mirabella got along and we really liked each other.
It was about 8pm and I was just finishing up some work I had brought home when my doorbell rang. When I answered my door I was surprised to find Mirabella standing there, and she was obviously upset. Her eyes were red and slightly puffy and she seemed out of breath. However this was at complete odds with the rest of her look, she was dressed up to be obviously sexy. Her long hair cascaded from her head to just below her shoulders and she was wearing a tight blouse with the top two buttons undone, revealing her cleavage and a white lace bra. Her skirt was a short flowing skirt that stopped a few inches above her knees. Her legs were bare and she was wearing a high heeled shoe.
I realized I was staring for too long, and looking up and down at her sexy body, but she didn't seem to notice. Mirabella just stood there looking upset.
"Hello Mirabella, what's up?", "Would you like to come in?"
"Yes please, Mark," she quickly answered, "I'm locked out of my house. Mum and Dad are out until later and I don't have my key."
I gestured for her to come into the house,
"Let me get you a drink Mirabella, and please sit down."
"Thank you Mark, I really need a drink. Can I have a coffee?"
She seemed to calming down a bit now, I turned round and started to make the coffee for Mirabella whilst trying to find out what was wrong with her tonight. "How come you don't have your key, Mirabella?"
"Oh, I wasn't going to be home so early because I'd gone out to a party and my parents weren't picking me up until eleven. But I had to leave early."
"Why did you have to leave?" I asked her.
"Oh, boyfriend trouble. It is just..." and she left her sentence hanging in the air.
The way she said it suggested to me that she wanted someone to talk to, and whilst I didn't really want to talk about her boyfriend.
"Here's your coffee Mirabella, and have you told your parents that you left the party early?"
"No, not yet." She grasped the coffee mug and cupped her hands round it, warming them up. I noticed that she had painted her fingernails a bright red.