Story 1 #2
Somehow, however, he couldn't concentrate. His thoughts kept going back to the sight of Tammy in her bikini, and all of the things that he wanted to do to her. He couldn't focus on anything. It was all too much for him.
"I need to get out of here," he muttered to himself. He told himself that was the best option - get out and go for a walk, and then he would burn off some of his energy as well as distract himself from his lustful thoughts.
It was a nice, sunny, day in the neighborhood. He thought that it was probably a good idea to familiarize himself with the streets anyway.
He headed out and began walking around, checking out the neighboring houses. He had to admit that a lot of them were much nicer than his. He felt like a poor relation when he looked at some of these nice houses. He hoped that people wouldn't hold it against him that he lived in the tiniest little house on their street.
A few people nodded to him as he passed, and he felt slightly reassured that this probably was, in fact, a pretty welcoming neighborhood.
As he walked around, he felt a bit calmer. He was no longer obsessing about Tammy in her little bikini, or thinking about what he wanted to do to her.
He felt as though things were returning to normal for him. He told himself that there would be plenty of time for other things. Tammy could wait. He’d get his new home set up just right and then he’d get her back there. That sounded like a good plan to him - it would help to build the anticipation even more for him.
He seemed to have almost gone full circle now. He turned into his road and saw his little house in the distance. He had a new determination now that he was going to get home and get started on sorting the place out. That would keep him busy.
But as he got closer to his house, he suddenly noticed someone. And that was when things started to take an unexpected - and not unwelcome - turn for him.
A car had pulled up a couple of doors down from his place. He saw a woman trying to pull a box out of the back of it. He couldn’t make out any features from this distance, but she had a good body - there was no denying that. She was wearing a tank top that clung to her good-sized breasts and a denim skirt that showed off her long, toned, legs. Her blonde hair was long and came down the length of her back.
As he drew closer, she turned and saw him. It was now that he paused, seeing that this woman was incredibly beautiful, as well as having that stunning body that he'd already spotted.
He could see that she was struggling with this box, but when she saw him she stopped and smiled. He thought that she was looking him up and down for just a moment, checking him out as though she was trying to decide for him.
“Yes,” she muttered to herself, “you’ll do.”
He wasn’t sure what she meant by that.
“Well, come on,” she said, sounding impatient, “take the other end of this box, will you?”
Now he thought he understood what she had meant - just that he "would do" to help her carry the box inside. He felt slightly disappointed - from the way that she'd said it he'd thought, for just a moment, that maybe she had meant something else. But, no, he told himself. That was crazy.
He grabbed the box.
“I’m Liz, by the way,” she said to him. Now that he was closer to her, he could see that she looked as though she was in her mid-thirties. He thought that she could easily have passed for a younger woman if she had wanted, though. He looked at her luscious, deep-red, lips. A thought flashed through his mind - what would it be like to kiss them? But he did his best to put that thought out of his mind. It was crazy, he told himself.
“Tom,” he said, “I’d shake your hand but my hands are kind of full.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” she said, “I’m sure we can make time for that sort of thing later.”
Once again he had an idea that there was something more to her, to the way that she was speaking and acting - some hidden meaning.
He didn’t have time to think too much about that right then, though, as they carried the box into her house.
“Just put it down here,” she said, and they dumped it in the middle of the front room.
She looked him up and down again.
“I’ve not seen you around here before,” she said, putting her hands on her hips, drawing his eye to the way that they curved and making him wonder what it would be like to take hold of them,
"I've just moved into that little house down the street."
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, Literally, just moved in. Not even had time to unpack yet.”
“Well, that is exciting, isn’t it? Always nice to get some new blood in the neighborhood.”
“Let me know if I can do anything else to help you.”
“Now, there’s an offer!” she laughed lightly then, and he wasn’t sure if he was being mocked or not. He didn’t think he was, but it was still hard to be certain. This whole situation was not the kind of thing that he was used to. Something inside him told him that he should get out of there. But at the same time, he didn’t want to go. He wanted to see what would happen here - if anything.
She stepped closer to him. She was quite tall, but he was still taller than her.
“A bit of fresh meat in the neighborhood,” she said, “well, it’s about time!”
She stepped even closer. She bit her bottom lip, as though she was considering something. He could smell her perfume. It was intoxicating. He felt light-headed and he didn’t know what to do about it.
She laughed again. He wanted to reach out and stroke her face, kiss her, take hold of her in his arms, and pull her close to him. But he still didn't do anything. If anything was going to happen here, he thought to himself, she was going to have to make the first move. He still had too many doubts about what, exactly, was going on here.
He couldn’t escape the feeling that something was surely about to happen now. But still, nothing did. They looked at one another, and the moment dragged on.
Then, suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Liz looked slightly annoyed.
“Damn it,” she muttered, “who’s that? Coming over here and spoiling my fun. Wait here,” she told him. He had no intention of going anywhere.
She went to the door and he heard her speaking.
“Well, well,” she said, “you’ve timed that well! Wait till you see what I’ve got to show you!”
Liz walked back into the front room where Tom was waiting. She had another woman with her, who looked to be about the same age as her. She was shorter than her, with long, light-brown hair, hazel eyes, and a great figure that still managed to be different from Liz’s. She was shorter than Liz, with a slightly more curvy figure and large breasts. She was wearing a low-cut dress, and Tom tried not to stare at her breasts when she walked in.
“Well, she said, “and what have we here?”
“This is Tom,” Liz explained, “He’s just moved into the street and he was helping me with something.”
“Oh, I’m sure that he was!” the other woman said, and they both laughed while Tom stood there, wondering if he was missing some joke.
“Tom,” Liz said, “this is Mary. She’s...well, she’s a friend of mine. Aren’t you?” she said, turning to Mary. The two women smiled at one another and then reached out to hold hands. Tom saw what they were doing, and a sudden revelation came to him. Liz wasn’t flirting with him - she was into women! He told himself that he’d been a fool to think that it could possibly be anything else.
“Have you already got started?” Mary asked Liz quietly.
“No!” Liz replied, “I was just going to, but then you interrupted.”
“Just in time, eh?”
“I guess so!”
Tom could sense that something was about to happen here, but he still couldn’t quite believe what seemed to be hinted at.
“Follow my lead,” Liz whispered to Mary.
Mary grinned, looking excited.
Liz walked over to Tom.
“Want to have some fun?” she whispered in his ear. He felt the warm tickle of her breath on his ear.
He turned to look at her. He could see her moist lips, looking so tempting. What was he supposed to say here?
“Absolutely,” he said.
Then her smile broadened. She reached up, put one of her hands behind his head, her fingers running through his hair, and pulled him down to her.
Then they were kissing. There was no preamble - it seemed as though she’d had enough of waiting. He felt her lips push insistently against his, felt her tongue push into his mouth, seeking out his own. His tongue went to find hers and they rubbed against one another. One of her hands was still at the back of his head, and her other hand went to one of his arms, feeling his bicep, before running down the length of his arm and moving to his abdomen. She moved her hand back and forth, exploring his body.
He grabbed her waist, felt her curves, and pulled her to him. She went willingly, and their bodies were pushed together. There was just a small patch of exposed skin between her top and her skirt, and when his fingers found it he moved them back and forth, stroking her ever so slightly.
One of his hands moved around to the front of her body. He could feel the rise and fall of her breathing. He ran his hand, up, moving closer to her breasts. He didn't know if he was moving too fast - he didn't know if this was what he should be doing now - but he couldn't help himself. She was driving him crazy. He wanted her more than he could ever have imagined he would want anyone, anything. This is it, he thought to himself - it's finally happening. It has to be.
He was so caught up in the moment that he had completely forgotten about Mary.
But then he heard a shuffling sound. Liz broke away from him, taking hold of one of his hands in one of hers.
“We like to share,” she said to him simply, but he still didn’t quite understand what she meant.
But when Mary came forward and began kissing him it all suddenly became clear.