Her Big Neighbor

I text him.

I’m sorry.

Cool relief flows through me when it shows him typing back right away.

Don’t apologize. I was wrong.

You were wrong, but so was I. My mom has…this thing about men.

I can almost hear him laughing.

I noticed.

I honestly don’t understand it, I reply. Ever since my dad left she’s just been hell-bent against everything. And it seems like it’s only gotten worse since I left for school. But I get it now. Based on what she just said.

What did she say?

How can I possibly summarize the conversation we just had?

Something about that cock infects your mind once you’ve had it and that you can’t think about anything else to the point of distraction.

There’s no answer immediately. So I keep going.

I can’t even say I disagree with her on that point, because I’m already thinking about your cock again. But the part where she basically told me I have to be celibate while I’m here didn’t sit well with me.

His answer comes back.

You’re thinking about my cock?

I’m glad we’re both going to ignore the part about me being celibate.

I wish I could have spent more time with it. My introduction was a little rushed.

Well, my cock really liked you. It too, would like to spend some more quality time with you. I would too.

So, I type, you forgive me?

There’s nothing to forgive.

I flop back on my bed and stare at the ceiling. It’s barely afternoon and I have the rest of Sunday, empty, staring me in the face.

I wish I were good at sneaking out.

You’re not?

I laugh out loud. No. Honestly, I didn’t have much practice. I was a good girl. I add a winking emoji.

I’m glad that I get to enjoy your bad girl evolution then.

I really am sorry that we got interrupted.

It’s a shame. I had plans.

What kind of plans?

His turn for a winking emoji. A magician never reveals his secrets. Besides, I might be able to use those plans later. How’s the ceiling.

Way to kill the mood, I type. Plaster is so sexy.

I can’t have you imagining too much, he teases. I’ll never be able to measure up.

So far you’ve outstripped all imaginary versions of you. Just so you know.

Even my cock?

Cheeky bastard. Especially your cock.

Excellent. Well, my cock and I would like to take you out tomorrow night, if that’s possible.

Is it? I can’t believe that I have to think about it. I shouldn’t have to make an excuse or think up a lie to get out of the house, but I still think that I can make it work.

It definitely should be possible, yes.

I can’t wait.

Out loud, in my room, I sigh. What am I supposed to do until tomorrow night, now?

Once again I can practically hear him laughing. I’m sure that you’ll figure something out.

9

Edward

Morning can’t come soon enough for me. If only because I know that I’m going to see Julia. Multiple times throughout the day yesterday I got up and went to the door, thinking I would make some excuse on fixing the hole in the ceiling. But it sounds like Jane and Julia have some shit going on, and I’m not about to make it any harder on my girl.

I already think of her as my girl, and I like that my mind already fills it in. It suits her, and I don’t plan on letting her go anytime soon.

Fuck, if we hadn’t been interrupted I planned on spending a good deal more time inside her. Her pussy is like heat and heaven rolled into one, and combined with her wit and genuine mind, my gut is already making moves that my conscious mind won’t quite admit to.

But this morning I’ve got a surprise. I’ve already had Patrick clear my schedule for a few hours, because I’m going to help Julia with a little fantasy.

I get ready for work the way I always do, because I will have to go at some point even if it’s not my first choice. I wear the sharpest suit I own, do my hair, and make sure I have on just a hint of cologne—not too much. Don’t want to overdo it. And right at seven I walk out the door to my car.

Looking up, I spy Julia in the window. She’s looking down at me, grinning, and I smile back. This moment between us is precious and grounding. I’m glad it’s the way it started. It’s not complicated, just two people connecting.

She has no idea what’s about to happen though, and I can’t wait to see her face when she figures it out. I back my car out of the driveway and wave to her. She gives a little wave back as I drive away, but I’m not going far. I only drive around the block before pulling back into my driveway.

As I step out of the car, I straighten my tie and look right at her. She’s still watching, and at first she looks confused, but then I take a step towards her, and realization dawns. Her shock is visible from here, and I swear I think I see a hint of the blush I love.