Rock Hard Neighbor

I sat down on the floor of the shower and caught my breath. I had no fucking idea what I’d gotten myself into. Once a man masturbated to the memory of a woman, he never went back. Once a man entertained the idea of having her body underneath his, he wouldn’t stop until he had it. I could feel the hunter in me rising up. Years of repressed urges and unfulfilled desires boiling over the edges of my body as my cock began to grow again.

So, I wrapped my hand around my dick again and closed my eyes as I saw her.

Amanda.

With a bow in her hair and a pair of black stockings on with crotchless panties soaked and ready to be peeled off her.

Just the way I liked it.

CHAPTER 7

Amanda

“Hey, Amanda!”

“What’s up Sarah?” I asked.

“Nothing much, just getting off work. What’s up with you?”

“Well, I promised you I’d call you after I went into town, and I did today.”

“Oh, sweet! What did you find? Anything helpful?” she asked.

“It was. I found a contractor that I trust, though I don’t know if I can afford his rates. He’s coming by the cabin later on today to take a look at things. See what kind of estimate he can give me before we talk about what’s feasible.”

“You have someone there that can sit with you while you do that?” she asked. “I can get a flight out or something.”

“Sarah. I’m not a child. I’ve got this. It’s just some pricing, and the guy seems really nice. Liked by the locals, too, which is a big thing in towns like this.”

“One, you’re twenty-two, so technically you are still a child.”

“Says the girl who’s a year younger than me,” I said

“And two, I’m just looking out for you. With everything you’ve been through the past few months, it would be okay if your head wasn’t screwed on straight.”

“Are you calling me crazy?” I asked. “Because if you are, then you’re late to that party.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me flying out?” she asked.

“Sarah. I’m fine. I’m serious. If all else fails, I’ll ask my neighbor for some advice.”

“Uh huh. That neighbor. We’ll talk about him later How much do you have for the repairs?”

“Between the inheritance money and my savings account, I can put exactly $32,461 into the repair of this cabin.”

“And by the way you talk about it, that doesn’t sound like near enough,” she said.

“I was up front with the contractor and told him taking out a loan wasn’t going to be in the cards. He was understanding and even talked about payment plans I could do, which would help my money go a lot further.”

“Payment plans?” she asked.

“Yep. They come in, do the work, draw up the bill, and then I put a certain percentage down and split up the rest into monthly payments over the course of however many months I want to pay on it. That thirty-two thousand could make monthly payments for two, three years before I’d be in trouble, and that would give me plenty of time to get my art going in the right direction.”

“Amanda, don’t get too in over your head. I wouldn’t go spending any more money than you have.”

“I know, I know. I’m not going to go crazy and update the entire place and spend two hundred thousand dollars or some shit. But, if the major repairs took $40,000, I could do the monthly payment thing, use some of the money from my online sales to pay the rest over time, and the big things could get fixed.”

“Just making sure you’re not losing it over there,” she said. “First the cabin’s okay, then it’s a wreck, then you meet some handsome neighbor you’re boning-”

“We aren’t having sex,” I said.

“Fine, a handsome neighbor you want to bone. I’m making sure you’re still being rational .”

“Thanks. I think. Anyway, from what I was able to tell the contractor, the major repairs alone will cost more than what I have. He won’t be able to have a firm estimate until he comes and takes a look at the place, but the general figure was already thirty-five thousand.”

“Yikes. And what does that cover?”

“Replacing the staircase, repairing the porch under the assumption that it doesn’t have to be replaced, fixing the cabinets in the kitchen, stabilizing the kitchen counter, and steam-cleaning the furniture after all the work is done.”

“They steam clean?” she asked.

“No, that was a different service I priced out after I talked with the contractor in town. Anything else will take me way over budget, so I’m hoping for the best when he gets here.”

“When are you expecting the contractor?”

“Around three o’clock today. And yes, I’ll call you once he leaves.”

“Good. I know you’re in the town you grew up in, but you’re a single woman living in a cabin on a mountaintop. That makes you vulnerable, and I don’t want you getting hurt.”