Before fully understanding it, I was a recluse in my own apartment. My eyes glued to the computer screen. The words, "Blocked", appeared ghost like, on the screen, as my eyes went in and out of focus, hour after hour. I was a writer, you see, with the worst of all problems. I had some success, small but thankful, writing for an internet site, until recently.
The stories of incest I wrote about were accepted, even lauded over, on occasion, and I thought I was - well, on my way really. Oh, sure I had some failures and certainly needed to refine my writing, but, all in all, I felt good about the way things were going. Then the block showed up and left me stranded.
When I did get out, I spent my days staring at people, mostly women and young girls, wondering. "Who were these people? What dark secrets did some have? How could I find out?" Each outing simply left me with more questions and larger yearnings than the time before it.
Returning to my apartment, I would lock myself away, again, and stew over the predicament I was in, no ideas, no stories - nothing. My mental world was empty and I hated it. Worse of all, I had a deadline coming up and the pressure was mounting, daily. I needed ideas and had only a blank computer screen to stare at.
That was until...
Chapter 1
Some five weeks into my draught, I awoke with a start, in the early morning hours, the remnants of a dream still fresh on my mind. I groped for the pencil and paper on the night stand and, with sleep heavy eyes, I jotted down a line and dropped the paper and pencil, falling back to sleep.
I recalled none of my, early morning, activities when I awoke. In fact, I stepped over the paper and pencil, when I got up, and walked out to make coffee, ruing another fruitless day.
The coffee was brewing, as I strolled over to the apartment window and opened the curtains. It was another beautiful day and I stretched, my arms going wide, as I yawned and began scratching myself, a morning ritual that I most often performed in the bedroom.
For whatever reason, a good face rubbing – followed by an ass and ball scratching felt awesome in the morning. I had finished with the primary two and with my boxers pushed low, was just starting on the third when I looked up and saw my, female, neighbor doing something similar.
I stared at her, as she slowly removed one hand from her breasts and the other from her panties and then realized my semi-hard cock must be in plain view of her and quickly withdrew my hands from my pushed down shorts. With sheepish grins, we looked at one another. I gave her a half smile and then slid out of her sight.
"Shit! My neighbor thinks I'm a fucking perv now! Great!" I thought, feeling the hot face of embarrassment.
Pouring the first cup of coffee, I began to think the experience was – well, kind of funny and chuckled to myself. "I guess everyone is entitled to a good, morning scratch, male or female!" I thought and walked off to the bedroom, to get ready for my day, such as it might be.
I entered the bedroom, intending to set my cup down on the nightstand, when I stepped on the pencil, breaking it. The hardness and snapping sound made me jump and cry out,
"Fuck! What the hel..." and I stopped, looking down to find the hastily scribbled note and broken pencil. It was only then I recalled, vaguely, waking to write the note and picked it up wondering what I had written...
"Ask them and they will tell"
Were the words written and I scratched my head wondering what the hell I was thinking about. I laughed out loud and threw the note on the bed, heading for the shower. Refreshed and feeling awake, finally, I left the bedroom going for another cup of coffee. As I passed my computer, a familiar feeling came over me, one of disgust, and I made up my mind to get out of the apartment that morning and change my "ritual".
"Perhaps, I might just break this damn block if I do!" I thought, pouring my second cup, looking angrily at the computer, as if it were personally responsible for my dilemma. I strolled over to the table and sat down, ignoring the damnable machine and looked out the window.
My thoughts had turned to having breakfast when I saw the neighbor again. She was busily preparing for her day, now fully dressed and with a furtive glance, looked in my direction. I raised my cup, in salute and smiled at her, as she gave me a short little wave and hurried away from the window.
Sighing, I set my cup down, grabbed my car keys and rose to head out. A new day awaited, "Perhaps, this was the day." I thought, as I locked my door and turned for the elevator.
We met that morning, as she walked around the corner; hand out stretched ready to push the button at the elevator. Distracted, busily looking in her purse with the other hand, we nearly collided and then slightly recoiled, recognizing one another.
A crimson tone crossed her cheeks and I felt the, hot, flush on mine, as we waited for the elevator car to arrive. Nothing was said and I allowed her to enter first, when the door opened.
"Main floor?" I asked, reaching for the buttons.
With a quick glance, she nodded her head, but then glued her eyes to the floor. Our elevator system had to be the slowest known to man and the silence was excruciating, as the door slowly closed.
Finally, we were on our way and I took a quick, brief, look her way, a half smile on my face. She was still looking down – silently standing. About half way, I caught her raising her head, taking a brief look my way. "This was stupid – we're adults!" I thought and turned saying,
"Hi, I'm Scott...Look, I don't want to seem forward, but we had a moment this morning and I don't want you thinking I'm some sort of per..." when she suddenly looked up and stopped me.
"Oh no! No I don't think that at all...And God, what you must be thinking about me!" She blurted out, adding, "I'm Jody."
Blushing again, I held out my hand and waited for her to accept it. Finally, her hand clasped mine and we shook, making the introduction formal – sort of.
"Nice to meet you Jody."
"The same." She responded and looked down again, her cheeks still slightly red.
I decided the silliness had gone far enough and tried to make a joke of our window viewing, hoping to break the ice and relax both of us.
"Hey...Nothing like a real good morning scratch, huh?" I said, adding a small chuckle.
"Oh God Scott...I'm so embarrassed! Thank God you didn't see me just moments before!" She responded, taking quick glances at me, the redness returning to her face in full force.
"Jeeze, Jody its okay...I mean, I guess you got an eye full too! You think you're embarrassed...What about me!" I laughed outright, and reached to touch her arm.
The physical contact broke the ice and Jody started to laugh with me. Gradually the redness faded and she looked up, smiling at me.
"Thank you Scott...You're a very nice man for not making me feel...You know."
"Hey, chivalry isn't totally dead!" I responded, as the elevator finally reached ground level.
The door parted way and I let Jody exit, extending my arm, smiling at her. I had just started through the doorway when she suddenly turned and asked,
"I'm going out for breakfast...I know I'm being forward, but would you like to join me?"
My smile was warm and very genuine, as I accepted the offer, telling her I was just on my way too. We laughed together and walked out, as Jody asked where I would like to go. By the time I was able to hail a cab, we had discovered that neither of us liked a heavy breakfast; and as I held the cab door open, I leaned in and told the driver,
