I guess, looking back, if there had ever been a girl who would have been described as average in every way it would have been Holly. The first time I noticed her was the day she moved in next door.
We lived in a duplex, so when someone moved in or out next door, it was difficult not to notice. They had to move their stuff past our front door to get to theirs.
The other half of the house had been vacant for a couple of months and we were getting used to the privacy. I didn't have to worry about playing my stereo too loud, or parking in the side driveway and blocking the front entrance.
But, there she was. She was carrying boxes into the other side of the house all by herself. She was not short. Definitely not short, but not really tall either. Her hair was light, but not light enough to be called blonde, but it seemed like there may be a tinge of red to it, but only in certain light. She was dressed very modestly, a sweat shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Perfect attire for moving into a new house in late September with a chill in the air that seemed to be insisting that cold was coming. She didn't look heavy at all, but didn't seem overly thin either.
Like I said, everything about her said average. But, she was moving in and I was home by myself. It was my wife's weekend to work, so I would be spending most of the day on Saturday and Sunday trying to fill my time and keep myself from being bored.
I had noticed her go past the front window several times carrying boxes and I could hear her enter the apartment next door. When I went out to check the mail, she was approaching the porch carrying a rather large, heavy looking box. Her car was parked where I had been parking recently. She was blocking primary access to our parking at the rear of the house, but she WAS unloading her car. I was immediately annoyed at the sudden perceived inconvenience I knew would be coming, but I hoped she wouldn't continue to park there.
"Hi" I said as she stepped up on the porch. I couldn't see her entire face because of the box she was carrying, but it seemed like the rest of her... Kind of ok but not great. Not unattractive but not attractive either.
"Hi" she responded politely as she continued past me.
"Here, let me take that" I said as I stepped to take the cumbersome box from her.
"Thanks" she said as she let me take the unwieldy box from her. It was heavier than it looked and she had been managing it pretty well. She was stronger than she looked. "I'll get the door."
"Deal" I said as I followed her to her door.
She opened the door to reveal a perfect mirror image of our house/apartment. Beige walls with tan carpet, white doors and white baseboard, these places were so bland they challenged the imagination.
The living room area was partially filled with a few boxes of varying sizes. She had obviously been at this for a while this morning, but had been working by herself. She must have made several trips. Her Honda Accord didn't sport a ton of cargo room.
"Where do you want this?" I asked as I stepped into the room.
"Anywhere is fine" she said as she tossed her keys nonchalantly on the countertop separating the kitchen from the rest of the downstairs. "I'm putting all this stuff away before I bring anything else."
I put the box down next to the stairs near the rest of the boxes.
"I guess I have a new neighbor" I said as I put my hand out to shake hers. "I'm Jim. I live next door."
"Holly" she said taking my hand very gently and giving it a simple squeeze. "I am just getting my stuff moved in. I don't actually move in until the first, but Junior was nice enough to let me start moving in now."
"Gonna have to make a lot of trips in an Accord" I said with a slight chuckle.
"Yeah, I don't know how I am going to get the bigger stuff here yet." She said.
I noticed as she spoke in the dim light indoors, that the color of her hair was lighter than I had originally thought. It was strange but it seemed a shade or two blonder in here than it had outside.
"Well, anything I can do, don't hesitate to ask" I offered.
"Be careful, I might take you up on that" she said with a hint of warning.
"No, seriously. Anything I can do to help, I will" I said.
"OK. Well, I really could use the help, but I don't know how I could pay you for the help."
"Not necessary" I said. "Do you have anything else to carry in?"
"No, that's it for this trip."
"OK. Well, it has been nice to meet you" I said.
"You too" she said flashing a smile.
'Cute smile' I thought.
My wife got home from work a couple of hours later. Holly had been gone for quite a while, and there was no sign that she had ever been there.
"Hi" I said as she walked in the door.
"Hi" she said as she collapsed in the recliner leaving her purse and lunch bag lying beside the chair in the floor.
"Tough day?" I asked.
"Of course" she said. Tammy and I worked alone today and the docs couldn't understand why two of us had a hard time keeping up with work that was scheduled for four.
I handed her a cup of the fresh coffee that I had put on just prior to her arriving home and she launched into an hour long tirade about how overworked she was and how much her coworkers took advantage of her. I listened, nodded in agreement, and generally supported her positions as I always did, but the truth was, my mind was elsewhere.
I had wanted to tell her we had a new neighbor, but she had not given me an opportunity to speak. It seemed like all of our conversations revolved around her job and her coworkers and her friends and the people that inconvenienced her on the drive to and from work.
So, it passed. But, I found myself on the verge of telling her about the new, unremarkable neighbor several times. But, I never did.
Sunday was a glorious day. It was that kind of day that only happens in late September or early October. It was warm without being hot. The sun was bright, with just enough cirrus clouds to lend a fluffy light texture to the otherwise clear sky.
Cheri was gone when I woke up. It was late for me, too. About 8:30, but I was usually up at 5 to get ready for work and I had maintained the same schedule for so long that I had grown accustomed to it. I no longer needed an alarm clock.
But, I had slept poorly the night before. I had been awake several times. There seemed to be an undulated whir filling my ears. It was so faint I wasn't even sure anything was really there. It could just be that I was really tired.
But, it was weird. I was having dreams of some sort. I couldn't remember them at all, but I had had an erection when I woke up, and when I tried to recall my dreams, the sound seemed to get a little more pronounced and my erection was immediately harder.
I reached down and touched my cock. It was still hard. For all the good that would do me. Cheri and I had come to almost a standstill sexually. It had probably been two months since the last time, and then it had been work to get through.
Cheri wasn't unattractive. But, she was a good girl. A church girl, she had been a virgin when we married and her sexual appetite was almost nonexistent.
I started to masturbate, but I couldn't focus my mind on anything in particular. Images shot through my brain like a slide projector running too fast.
The images were there and gone before I could focus on them, but it seemed my cock was getting harder and harder with each passing minute. I began to stroke my blazing erection harder and my mind wandered through every type of girl possible. A brunette, a redhead, a blonder, a girl with big tits, tiny tits, then suddenly a cock, an ass, then more tits and ass, and pretty faces, and girls in all stages of dress and undress.
Suddenly, I came. Thick white cum sprayed from the end of my massive erection, shooting up to my chin. I dropped my arms to my side, and lay there on the bed looking at the ceiling. I was thinking about something, but I didn't know what. But, that sound was back. At least, I thought it was. It was very faint. I couldn't tell for sure if it was really there or where it came from.
It didn't go away, however. I got some clothes and got a shower. The hot water cascading on me melted the tension from me, and it felt good to just stand there and feel it.
I don't know how long I was in there. It felt like a few seconds had passed, but I was relaxed as if I had been in a hot tub for an hour. But, that sound was still there. Now, I was sure of it. It was still faint, but I knew it was there. And, my cock was hard again.
I got dressed and put on coffee. Looking out the kitchen window, I saw Holly parked behind the house. We both had sliding doors opening onto small decks in the back.
