Rick came home after a long day at school. His mother was waiting for him. "Rick, the new neighbor moved in today. We should go over and say hello."
"Do I have to go? I just want to relax."
"Yes! Be a good neighbor."
Rick knew she was right. He and Margret headed next door. The neighborhood was upscale, with large lots and most homes were set back from the street, and private. They went up and rang the bell.
The door opened. Rick's eyes widened. Here was a sight. He guessed she was in her mid-thirties. And quite a figure in shorts and T-shirt. She had fair-sized breasts which always got his attention. And just a hint of nipples poking through the fabric. Rick checked himself and brought his eyes back to her face.
"Hi, I'm Margret. Maggie to my friends. This is my son Rick. We're your next-door neighbors. I thought we'd come by and say hello."
"I'm Lisa, so nice of you." Before her was an attractive woman, early-forties she guessed. And a figure! 'That's a set of tits,' she thought to herself. But the son. College age she guessed. And good looking.
"Won't you come in?" Lisa asked.
Maggie looked in, boxes half emptied, clearly, she had a lot of unpacking ahead. "You look like you have a lot to do, so we won't keep you. But if you need anything, don't hesitate."
"Well," Lisa said, looking at Rick, "It's just me and I have some heavy things to move around."
"Rick would be happy to help."
"Oh yes, of course." He replied. Rick was glad he came by and hoped to get a better look at the 'scenery.' "I can come by after classes tomorrow."
"Tomorrow is Friday. I'm sure you have plans."
"Um... No. Happy to help out." He repeated.
"Okay, thank you. See you tomorrow."
They made goodbyes and Maggie and Rick walked back. Lisa watched them walk away. She liked them both. And him! She closed the door. 'You just moved in, Lisa.' she thought to herself, 'Don't make trouble.'
"Well, she seems nice. And it was so good of you to help her, Rick. And to give up your Friday."
Did his mother not notice the effect of an attractive woman?
***
Next day Rick got home as soon as he could. His mother wasn't home yet. He changed into something easier to work in before heading over.
Lisa opened the door. "Rick, come in. Thank you for helping."
She was wearing a T-shirt again, but with a V-neck that exposed enough of her cleavage. 'Eye contact.' he reminded himself. 'Don't stare.'
Lisa noticed his wandering eyes and their unsaid compliment. "We can start with the living room furniture." She said with a smile.
That smile... Fantasies crept into his mind but were quickly checked. 'I'm just here to help,' he reminded himself.
They arranged each room. He snuck peaks at her when he could. But he wasn't the only one, she eyed him at every chance.
"One more thing, my bed. Would you help move by bed?"
They headed upstairs. "Just a couple feet that way." She said.
Lisa thought about making a joke about his being in her boudoir but then thought better of it.
"Thank you so much for helping. Sorry I took up you Friday evening. I hope I didn't upset any plans."
"No," he replied, "I don't have a girlfriend at the moment. If there's anything else you need help with don't hesitate."
'Damn,' she thought. 'He's unattached.'
"Could you do a few more things tomorrow? I have some planters on the patio to set up. I can pay you."
"I'd be happy to, and I won't accept your money." Rick replied.
"Tomorrow then." Lisa finished with a warm smile. A time was set, and he headed home.
"That smile." He thought to himself. He was smitten.
***
Next morning, Rick finished his breakfast then told his mom he was going over to Lisa's to help in her back yard.
"That's very nice of you to help her, Rick."
"Well..." He mumbled. It was more. He liked being around her. And she was hot. No, not just that. 'Sensual', that's the word, he thought. He wondered about her personal life, her sex life. Was she attached? As he walked over, he reminded himself she was out of his league, so just be nice.
He knocked on her door. It was nearly eleven now and it was going to be a hot day.
"Rick! Come in. Thank you again. It's so kind of you."
"No problem."
They headed out back. He saw planters and plenty of potting soil waiting.
"Where shall we start." he asked.
Lisa directed him. Planters were placed and bags of soil were poured in. As he came to fill the next one, he saw Lisa bent over putting in plants. He had a great view of her cleavage and just stopped and stared at the beautiful sight.
She looked up and he snapped out of it. "Everything okay?" she asked.
"Uh... Taking a breather. It is kinda hot." he stuttered.
"I'm so sorry. Let me get you some water." She went in and came back with some bottles of water. "I don't think your mother would forgive me if you got heat stroke."
After drinking his fill, he asked, "Mind if I take my shirt off?"
"Of course not." She replied, thinking how overly polite he was to ask.
As he pulled his tee over his head, she got a good look. Just the type she really liked, muscular but not overly. And lean. He found her looking at him.
"Better?" she asked, catching herself.
"Much."
They continued working. They both were playing a game, each stealing glimpses of the other, unaware the other was doing the same. Rick noticed the hot tub by the patio. It was in-ground next to the lawn, and private, very private. He thought about her using it, nude.
By early afternoon the work was done.
"Let's head to the kitchen and cool off." Lisa said.
"Would you like a beer? Oh, are you old enough?"
"Mom lets me have one from time to time, like today."
She grabbed two from the fridge and they sat at the table.
"I don't know much about you, or you mom for that matter. Tell me, you don't have a girlfriend?"
"Not at the moment. The last one... We broke up a few weeks ago. But..." he trailed off.
"A hard break up?" She asked.
He looked at the floor and she realized she touched a sore point. "Sorry. I should pry."
He looked at her and her warm, sympathetic smile. 'Don't get a crush on her,' he had to remind himself.
"But a guy like you? You'll find someone in no time."
Her compliment hit him. She was making it hard on him.
He changed the subject. "How about you?"
"Me? A bit like you. Except I lived with a guy for years. I thought I was in love. Or maybe it was lust." She said looking at Rick with a smirk. "I don't know. But one day he said he wanted out. What he meant was he found someone else. So, we split. And I got a new house and a new job here. A clean break."
"I can't imagine a guy dumping you." He said, uncandidly.
Lisa looked at him and smiled at the compliment.
"I mean... uh..."
"Oh, quit while you're ahead, Rick. It was a lovely compliment." She smiled again.
"And your dad?" She asked.
He shrugged, "Similar story. He ran off with his assistant. He joined a big law firm in Chicago. I haven't seen him in two years. Mom was devastated. But she got a good settlement and a great house with great neighbors." He said looking at her with a smile.
"Oh, you know how to flatter don't you." She added. "You'll have no problem winning over some heart soon."
He looked at her. What heart, he wondered.
They talked some more about the city, about her job, and his college. She learned he was a sophomore at the local university and almost twenty.
He finished his beer and realized he hadn't put his shirt back on. "Sorry, should have put this back on."
"It's okay, I was enjoying the view." She flirted. Then realized that was pushing it, even if it was the truth.
"Tell me, Rick, is there no woman you have an eye on? A guy like you?"
"Well... one maybe. I dunno... out of my league, I think."
"Ha! Out of YOUR league? She'd have to be really something."
He looked at her, stared really. Those eyes... For Lisa, she wondered if her flirting went too far. Maybe it was the beer. But he was such a guy.
Then Rick leaned forward in his chair. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what. He hoped, he feared. He feared he'd screw the whole thing up, the moment. Maybe just a friendship with a gorgeous woman.
Lisa looked at him. Fuck! he's so tempting. She knew what he was saying without words. She leaned towards him and kissed him lightly on the lips. He responded in kind. She was afraid at first he'd press harder, maybe start grabbing. But he didn't, He just gently kissed her back. 'A good kisser too.' she thought.
They stopped and looked each other in the eyes. 'Fuck!' She thought. But his eyes! She kissed him again, harder this time.
Rick hoped she would take the lead. Terrified he would ruin it all by moving too fast. But he wanted her, badly. He put his hand on her neck. She responded by pulling him closer. Soon they were kissing harder.
She pulled away, "Rick... Maggie is probably expecting you home."
Lisa stood up, followed by Rick. The look on his face said all, desire. And fear of having caused offense. And Lisa felt conflicted.
"Lisa..." he stumbled. "I mean... I didn't..."
"No, Rick." She put a finger on his lips and paused, "Come back, tomorrow."