“Hi, I just moved in next door and I was going to make myself a coffee but I don’t have any sugar, do you mind lending me some?”
He burst out into laughter. This was one of the lamest things he’d heard! He looked at the woman standing before him, she looked like a groupie alright, tight top, tiny shorts. Okay, they were in Florida and it was summer time but still, he didn’t buy it.
He stopped laughing when he finally saw her puzzled look.
“Are you serious?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Do you really want sugar, I mean, you’re not a groupie or something?”
She took a step back and looked at him suspiciously. “A groupie?”
Or not. Boy must he look stupid now!
“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought… Nevermind! I’ll get you that sugar, come in!”
He waited for her to walk in but she hesitated. “I’m really sorry about before. I’m not some kind of crazy dude, I swear. I’m Howie but my friends call me D. Come on in!”
He held out a hand and waited for her to introduce herself. She shook his hand, “I’m Ginnie but my friends call me Gin, they think it’s funny since I don’t drink any alcohol.”
He smiled at her and started walking to his living room, hoping she would decide to follow him.
She blinked; he was only wearing boxer shorts. She was hot too, mind you, but seeing her neighbor inviting her in when that was all he had on! The guy wasn’t shy! At least, he was good-looking she thought. The boxers were tight on his butt and his muscular back almost looked like a sculpture. He turned around and smiled at her, okay he looked really good on that side too. She’d hesitated about moving in that neighborhood, she hated the idea of being surrounded by elderly people but this kind of neighbor, she was going to enjoy.
***
She finally complied and walked in. The place was huge but very nicely decorated.
“Brown?”
“What?”
“The sugar? Brown or white?”
“Oh, yes, brown please.”
He was behind the counter in the kitchen and seemed comfortable there. He was smiling at her and it suddenly made her feel very hot.
“It’s been really hot today, are you sure a coffee is what you want to drink? I can offer you some iced tea if you’d like”
“Oh, that’d be nice. I’ll still need the coffee to stay awake actually. I have a deadline to meet.”
“Oh, what do you do?”
“I’m a columnist for a women’s magazine.”
“What are you writing about?”
“I, er, have to write this article about… I can’t tell you, I’m sorry.” She laughed shyly. There was no way she was going to tell him and not look like she’d planned all of this. He’d think she’d come to him on purpose or something. He’d definitely think of her as come kind of groupie. Although he did look familiar, she still couldn’t place him so she really didn’t know what made him think he could be pursued by groupies.
“Please, tell me! It can’t be that bad!” She still remained silent. “A women’s magazine, okay so it’s got to be about sex, right.”
“Yeah” She grinned; he was right women’s magazine were mostly about sex and how to achieve the ultimate orgasm these days. Very predictable indeed.
“I got the topic right so there’s no need to be shy anymore, tell me, I’m curious.” He gestured for her to move to the living room and sit in a sofa. Then he offered her a glass of iced tea. It was sweet and felt really good with the heat.
“Okay, I’ll tell you but I don’t want you to think that any of this was calculated or something. I still really need the sugar” He was looking at her with his golden brown eyes, still unashamed by his lack of clothes. He was really very handsome. She realized that no iced could soothe the heat he was making her feel.
“Okay?”
“I have to write an article about… the pros and cons of having sex with a complete stranger”
She blurted out the words and her cheeks turned bright red.
Howie remained silent, his face completely blank. He didn’t look surprised, he didn’t look angry, he just stared at her. Gin started feeling uncomfortable, his gaze was so intense. She felt heat rush over her again and burn between her thighs this time.
Pros and cons of having sex with a complete stranger. The sentence kept popping into her head, reminding her that she was sitting in a complete stranger’s sofa. Her stranger was very handsome and only had a small piece of fabric on his body. Oh no, these thoughts weren’t safe! She had to get rid of them. Focus on something. Get to know the stranger, that way he won’t be a stranger anymore. Good idea!
She cleared her throat. “So what do you do for a living?”
“Lots of different things” His gaze was still locked on her. Okay that wasn’t what you’d call detailed information! She needed to find something else. And quick!
She glanced at his body again, damn it! Why did he have to be so perfect. And those boxers…
“I have a question for you”
His voice pulled out of her reveries and her head jerked up.
“Yes”
“Why do you keep staring at my underwear?”
Her mouth gaped open. Had she been that obvious? Damn! Howie grinned at her shocked expression.
“I mean, unless you’re planning on getting some physical reaction from me, I wouldn’t keep on doing if I were you”
She looked around, desperately searching for a whole where she could hide forever.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to make you embarrassed, I’m really sorry! I promise this won’t happen again!” She got up from the couch, hoping he would just give her the sugar and let her go. His answer made her stop short.
“Too bad, I was kind of hoping you had a plan in mind” She blinked and stared at him. His gaze moved from her breasts to her shorts which made her feel very self conscious. She realized that her body wasn’t much covered either.
“I… I think I’d better go” Howie stood up and walked to her.
“Are you sure about this?” He put his drink on the kitchen counter and brushed her bare tummy with his as he walked past her and into the kitchen.
“Hum, yeah, I really need to get started on my article.”
He handed her the cup of sugar making sure his fingers would run on her hand as she took hold the cup.
“Okay, I don’t want to hold you back.” He feigned to walk her back to the door, his arm had magically appeared around her waist, his hand resting on her hip.
“Thanks again for the sugar” She was shaking when she waved him goodbye. She started hurrying across the yard separating their houses.
“Gin?” She turned her head in his direction.
“Yes?”
“I’m here if you need inspiration for your article.”
“Oh, thanks! I’ll keep that in mind!”
***
I’ll keep that in mind! Where else would she keep the vision of her half-na.ked handsome neighbor? It’d been three hours since her little trip next door and her screen was still empty, not a word had come out. Yet, all she could think about was her neighbor and how he could inspire her for her article. Maybe…
No, that was a bad idea! She couldn’t possibly accept his offer, she barely knew him! Yeah and that’s the whole point, her mind told her.
She got up from the desk with her mug in her hand and hopped around to avoid the boxes she’d left in the room. She poured herself some more coffee, she needed her mind to stay awake. Even it probably meant fantasizing about her neighbor. The problem was that she was very aware of the effect these fantasies had on her body.
She jumped when the doorbell rang but she wasn’t all that surprised to see who was at the door. She sighed with relief actually when she saw the handsome Howie smiling at her through the peep hole. She noticed he was wearing a shirt and smiled too.
She fought to unlock the five locks on her door.
“Hi”
“Wow, how many locks do you have on that door?”
She blushed and bit her lip? She knew having that many locks on her door would bring out some comments and she’d have to explain a situation she’d rather forget.
“Er, five”
“You know this is a safe neighborhood, right? Plus, I know for a fact this house has an alarm system, it used to go on all the time with the last owners and it drove me crazy!”
“Yeah, I just like to be safe!” She snapped and it made him frown.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you, I’ve my reasons for the locks and I don’t really feel like talking about it”
“Too bad, I’m curious again!”
He walked inside and went straight to her sofa where he let himself fall down.
“I couldn’t sleep and saw you still had your lights on so I figured you were still struggling with your article and came to offer my help again”
She felt her mouth open and then close back. That was due to the shock of his straight forward proposition. Then she felt her mouth watering. This was due to the image that had just flashed in her mind.
“Okay then, just tell me about your lock story.” He sat back in the couch and she couldn’t help to stare at his tight white shirt and his tight jeans. They looked perfect on him stressing on every part of his body. She gulped and tried to focus on what he’d just said. Yeah, talking about the locks would definitely divert her mind from her neighbor and how he’d look naked.
“Well, like I said before I’m pretty much a sex columnist, I mean all my articles are about sex and a lot of people read my column. And not just women, it’s actually very popular on the net; people will post my articles on their blogs and stuff. And, ah, I got myself a stalker. Up until last month, I was fine with it, you know, I got letters at the magazine… but when I started getting them in my own mailbox, I just freaked”
“So you decided to move, right?”
“Yes” She sat at the end of the couch. Howie remained quiet for a while. His increasing frown didn’t go unnoticed but she waited for him to say what was on his mind.
“Why did you come and knock on my door then?
“What?” He’d just lost her, there was no link between her stalker and him! So why that question?
“I mean, you’re obviously scared of strangers but you go on an knock on a stranger’s door. Why?”
“Oh, I get it… It’s quite simple, I don’t have my car, it’s being repaired and knocking on my neighbor’s door was less scary than walking to the store that is 5 miles from here”
Howie scratched his chin; he didn’t look like he believed her.
“Wait a second! You think I came to you on purpose, right, for my article? You think I came to find you to have sex with you? I didn’t even know who lived in your house and to be honest, I thought some old woman was living there!”
Howie smiled at her last remark. He didn’t say anything and just smiled at her. For some reason she didn’t understand she felt the need to smile back. His honey eyes were stuck on her lips and made her cheeks burn. She tried to regain some composure and fought her smile.
“It’s not funny, you know.” She managed to say in a shaky voice.
Howie kept staring at her; he too, had stopped smiling. He got up from the couch and walked to her. His gaze was intense, never leaving her mouth. She gulped; he was getting closer by the second. Anticipation made her quiver.
“What are you doing?” She asked as he brushed her cheeks with a hand. His fingers traced an invisible line on her lips.
“Maybe, you didn’t come to my house to lure me into having sex with you but I came to your house for this sole purpose and I can feel you want it too”
Ohoh! Her eyes widened when his lips crashed on hers. His tongue teased her lips so they’d open up. She didn’t even resist the kiss, she opened to him and clutched onto him.
His hands had moved to the small of her back, he pulled her against him. She could feel his arousal and its warmth against her hip. She brushed herself against him and he groaned.
The kiss had grown more intense and almost savage. It felt good. One second later her top was lying on the floor. He paused to look at her bare breasts, then leaned down sucked on her nipples, one after the other. She tensed and raked her fingers through his hair.
He pushed her to the couch and then kneeled down before her. His hands were everywhere, provoking waves of sweet pleasure. He unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down, taking her panties off at the same time. He parted her thighs and smiled appreciatively. He pulled her to the edge of the seat and caressed her thighs for a moment.
She was restless; she wanted to feel him inside her. He was still fully clothed. Damn! She leaned down to grab his shirt but stopped short when fingers emerged in a very sensitive spot. She sulked in and fell back in the couch.
His fingers teased her warm and moist triangle and she moaned. It felt so good, he was very good with his hands. A moment later she realized he wan even better with his tongue.
“Hmmm”
She thought she was about to explode when his fingers moved inside her while his tongue was still sucking outside. She started shuddering with pleasure and stiffened with his fingers still inside her when she came.
He looked at her and smiled proudly. “Perfect”
He got up and turned towards the door. “Come and find me if you need more material for your article, ’night!”
She was so dazed from her orgasm that it took her a movement to realize he was gone.
***
It was three in the morning when she ventured outside to knock on Howie’s door.
“Howie, it’s Gin! I’m out of sugar!”
She saw lights being turned on downstairs. She’d checked that he was still awake before knocking and she’d seen lights on the upper floor, probably his bedroom. His visit to her house a few hours ago had left her a sweet and sour feeling. He’d been incredibly gifted with his fingers and tongue but his abrupt departure had startled her. She’d thought about running after him but suddenly ideas had started popping in her head and she’d felt the urge to write them down. She’d thought he’d been cocky to think that he could help her get some inspiration but he had.
But, she’d been out of coffee, of sugar and of word for the past couple of hours. Right now she had no idea what she needed the most.
She smiled when she heard him deactivate his alarm system. She’d slipped into nice silk robe, she didn’t wear much under it, just her underwear, it was too hot to be wearing anything else, really.
He looked sleepy but one look at her outfit and he grinned. “Need anything?”
“I’m sorry to bother again, but I’m out of sugar again and I’m not done with my article”
“I see… Come in”
She licked her lips when she noticed that he’d gone back to only wearing boxers.
“Got any inspiration since I last saw you?”
“Actually, yes” She almost blushed. “Thanks?”
“Anytime, hon!”
He was back in his kitchen; he was staring at her cleavage as he poured some sugar into a cup.
She had no idea what came over her but she untied her belt and let her robe fall down, her eyes never leaving Howie.
He grinned, “Nice!” Before she could say anything he was standing against her, hard as a rock. “Do you want the real deal this time?”
“Definitely”