John and his family (his wife Sarah and 4 year old daughter Rachel) recently moved into a new house on a little street we can call Neighborly Way. Many people brought them welcome packages and seemed like wonderful neighbors. It is a fairly affluent area and they were happy to be a part of it. A few of these neighbors -- or at least the wives and daughters -- will play a role in this series of stories. The names have been changed, but given full names to keep the stories straight.
First are Laura and Jeff Smith. The Smiths are the same age as John and Sarah - middle 30s -- and have two little kids, 4 & 1. Jeff is a little aloof, but his wife Laura is very pleasant. She is beautiful, happy, outgoing, and down to Earth. Sarah quickly had someone to bond with in this new place. But it was clear John was little more than a distraction to Jeff. He was clearly the High School sports team captain of something and carried those old biases still 15 years later. He looked down upon most other folks outside of his brothers and high school friends.
The two couples got together several times over the course of the first month after John and Sarah arrived. Jeff began to decline the invitations after a while, leaving them as a threesome plus the kids. This meeting quickly devolved into just kid play dates. So, John too began avoiding them, giving the girls some girl-time together.
During one such play date, while John was upstairs in the large Colonial house he and Sarah purchased, John and Laura nearly ran into each other entering the hallway. Laura had been searching for one of her kids and John had been doing some work on the master bathroom.
"Whoa, sorry!" John said a bit shocked.
"Hey John! I haven't seen too much of you recently." Laura said broadly smiling.
"Hey Laura," John said grinning back. "How are things?"
"Good! You hiding out here away from us girls?" Laura replied.
"Heh, well, I thought I'd get some things done while the kids are playing and you girls gossip." John quipped.
There certainly was a lot of gossip. Laura always seemed to be brining Sarah up to speed.
"Well, I miss your company!" Laura said this while touching John's arm and squeezing a bit. "You should join us. We need a ruggedly handsome man to keep us in check."
"Well, I wouldn't want to interrupt," John was able to get out. "I'm sure you're doing just fine without me."
"Don't be silly, interrupting what?" Laura asked. "I could always be doing better, John, so come join us when you're done."
John hadn't noticed before, but Laura's bright blue eyes were piercing to look at it. Her stare was intense and boring right into him. This didn't seem like a polite, casual "hey come join us," comment; but a serious "I really want to be with you" request much like a high school girl might plead with a new boy she desperately wants to be around. John felt a bit flustered and his blood was heating up just a little from the shock and the intensity of this encounter.
Laura felt the same way. Her insides turned every time she saw John. Her eyes had never strayed too far from Jeff. She was a loyal girlfriend in high school and college. She was always a loyal fiancé and wife. But John was so different from Jeff. Jeff is built like a Ken doll. John is built like an olive-skinned Italian construction worker even though he works behind a desk all day.
Laura lingered for a just a moment with that same intense look, and grip on John's arm. Then she let go and walked down the stairs. It was more of a swagger or strut than a walk. John noticed Laura's perfectly shaped ass as she happily bounced down the stairs. When she was at the bottom, she gave a quick, coy glance up at John as she rounded the corner. She had a smile on her face, John was certain he saw it.
John tried to put things together. Laura was a very happy, bubbly woman. He had seen her act very friendly toward other people as well. This was probably just her typical personality. He shouldn't read too much into it. Laura reminded John of the very nice cheerleader -- the one that was the most beautiful on the squad. Not the mean spirited, but very hot and dirty cheerleader every team had. She was probably everyone's friend in high school and college. Nevertheless, John was a bit worked up and decided to return to his work in the bathroom.
Laura had butterflies in her tummy after the encounter upstairs. She had to take a deep breath to compose herself before she went back outside to sit with John's wife. She knew she probably crossed the line up stairs and was not at all subtle with her advances. She hadn't felt tingly like this over a boy, or man, in a long time. She couldn't remember if she ever felt like this before.
From the second story bathroom window, John could peer down at the girls talking on the deck below. He saw Laura return and strike up a new conversation with his wife. He couldn't really hear from up here, but he could see. Actually, he could see quite well. Laura was wearing a halter top and the tops of her breasts were just barely exposed. From this angle he got a much better look at the cleavage between them. John noticed he was rubbing the large rock hard lump in his pants that had formed earlier from Laura's touch.
"What the hell am I doing?" John thought to himself -- or had he mouthed it out loud? "Screw it," he thought again. "I'm going out there."
John brought out a pitcher of lemonade and some glasses. The two girls were very happy with this and giggled a little. John noticed they had already hit a bottle of wine hard, and were on their second. It was maybe the wine talking for Laura before. Either way, she greeted John as if she hadn't seen him earlier and had a great big smile and hello for him. Laura took a chance and also gave John a hug.
