Amber kicked the back of the U-Haul after slamming the back sliding door down. Her husband, Dale, stuck his head out the window and waved. Amber grinned her cheekiest grin at him and waved back.
"Hurry back," she yelled over the noisy truck.
"Why should I?" He yelled back. "Just more work when I get here." He was joking, a broad smile on his face.
"You want a reason?" Amber took a quick look to both sides of the house, saw nothing and no one. "Here's two!"
Dale's smile got wider and more wolfish after she pulled up her top, flashing him her perfect handfuls of firm tits. She pulled the halter top back down, and repeated herself. "Hurry back!" He nodded, and the truck roared away.
She watched him go, then turned around to look at the place again. Just, too cute. A row of freshly built townhouses, neat little landscaping, and an amazing location. There was a gym, a market, a couple of restraunts and a movie theater, all within walking distance. Perfect.
She eyed the house she shared a wall with. Occupied, clearly, a car parked directly in front of the door, but nobody had stuck out a head or twitched a curtain while they were unloading the truck. Oh, well, she'd go over and say 'hi' later, she had priorities.
Amber skipped indoors and surveyed the damage. Furniture was where it was supposed to be, ish. A few boxes scattered in the living room, no big deal.
She walked past it, peeked into the downstairs bedroom. Her own little gym away from gym, a treadmill and some weights, other equipment still in shipping boxes. That was for tomorrow.
Then she hit the kitchen. In her head, all unpacking started here, followed by the upstairs bedroom. Food and sleep, the main priorities. Everything else could wait. She went right past the neatly stacked boxes, though, and slid open the patio door.
Here, this was what had sold her on the place. A nice little yard, grass freshly sodded, and an eight foot privacy fence. She picked up one of the lounge chairs and moved it to the center of the yard.
Amber laid back in it briefly and looked up at the sky. No trees, no power lines, just a clear view of the sun above. She'd get to tan, finally. This year had been crappy for maintaining her sun bronzed look, an overcast spring followed by an April wedding, then a month in Iceland for a honeymoon. And now, the move was done and she could settle into this new married life of hers.
Which would include some sunbathing. She eyed the fence, and grinned. And no tan lines, either, this place was private, with one exception. The neighbor had a single window that overlooked her backyard from the second floor.
Well, maybe they'd get a cheap thrill or two. She'd have to meet them in order to see how comfortable she'd be with that. Maybe it was someone with a predictable nine to five, and she could time it to where her nudity wasn't observable.
But even if it was, it wasn't a deal breaker. Amber sat up, adjusted her ball cap with the blonde ponytail stuffed in the back, and went inside to work.
***
The next day, around noon, Amber put the last brownie square on top of a pyramid. It rested on a paper plate, one of Dale's few contributions to their dinnerware set. Bachelors, apparently, lived very disposably.
She picked up the plate, pleasantly surprised at its resilience. Dale had money, apparently he could afford the 'good' paper plates.
She headed for her front door. Time to meet the neighbor. She knew someone was home, an ear pressed to their shared wall had revealed a TV blaring on the other side.
The doorbell was pushed and Amber struck her pose, brownies in one hand and a winning smile on her face. Her shoulder length blonde hair was down, shining and styled, and she wore some jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing too formal, but she still wanted to make a good impression, so the jeans clung to her curves, the shirt stretched tight across her chest.
Her neighbor opened the door, and she upped the wattage on her smile.
Before her stood a girl, not much older than herself. Brown hair, stringy and messy, hung to her mid back. She was dressed in a pair of shorts that showed fleshy thighs, a tank top that barely contained enormous breasts, and nothing much else. Her face was befuddled, blinking in the sunlight, and rearranged itself into a confused smile.
"Um. Hi?"
Amber composed herself, she'd been woolgathering. "Hey, um. Hi. I'm your new neighbor? And these are apology brownies." The brunette took the plate, and returned to a mild state of confusion.
"Apology for what?"
"Cuz of all the banging. Oh, um, that came out wrong." She blushed slightly. "I mean, I'm gonna be hanging pictures, y'know, banging on the wall." Amber took a little pause before continuing. "But we are newlyweds, so the other kind of banging, too. Um. But, hey, the walls are pretty thick so I don't think..."
She blinked. "Let me start over. Hi, I'm Amber!" She stuck out a hand, rebooted her smile.
"Morgan," her neighbor laughed, and shook the offered hand. "Come in, um, sorry about the mess, I wasn't expecting anyone."
The mess in question was an opened bag of cheetos next to a laptop, and a basket of laundry on the recliner. Morgan shut the laptop and muted her TV, then rolled the bag of cheetos up with a loud crinkle. The brownies sat on the coffee table near a two liter of Mountain Dew.
"Nice place. I mean, we've got the same layout, so... um, love what you've done with it." Amber was flustered, and she recommended calm to herself.
Morgan looked at her from the kitchen where she was stowing the cheetos in a cabinet. "Thanks." She wore a wry smile, she might be enjoying Amber's discomfort. "Newlyweds, huh?"
"Yeah. In April." Amber turned to see what was on the TV. Oh, she'd been meaning to watch this show.
"Just little old me over here." Morgan walked back into the living room. She sounded a little disappointed about that.
Amber resisted digging. "Oh? Cool, I made brownies enough for... I don't know, three?"
"They won't go to waste. Apology accepted," Morgan said, taking a bite. "Bang away, however you meant it. Mmm. Did you just bake these? Still warm..."
"Yeah, trying on the Suzie Homemaker outfit, seeing if it fits." She looked down, trying to avoid looking directly into the girl's cleavage. "Not used to it yet."
"Well, these are fucking delicious." Morgan licked her finger. Amber watched with interest. "Mmm. What'd you do before this?"
"Oh, I did some personal training at my old gym?" It didn't sound much like a career to Amber's ears, anyway. It was a way to hang at the gym and get paid, with some occasional side benefits that were currently haunting her. Side benefits she shouldn't be thinking about, she was married now. "Might start up again, y'know, part time. Dale works at the bank, I don't understand a word of what he does, but he makes lots of money at it. So I don't need to bust my little butt working, unless I'm bored."
"No kidding? I've been meaning to get back in shape..."
Amber gave her a professional look over. She hoped it was professional anyways. "Oh, it wouldn't take you much. I mean." She licked her lips. "Big boobs. Can't get rid of those. Those hips... that butt... maybe just some cardio and some yoga for muscle tone, you'd be delicious." She flushed, deep red rising in her cheeks. "I mean. Gorgeous. Um, fit. Right."
Morgan didn't seem to notice the embarrassment from her guest. "Bull. I'm at least twenty pounds overweight. I have this roll here, in my tummy." She lifted her shirt, squeezed near her navel. Amber had an idea how to tone that up. It involved a lot of clenching of her abs and pelvic muscles. With accompanying screams. Oh, and eating things that didn't have carbs. Amber thought up a lot of ways to keep that pretty mouth occupied.
"Easy enough to fix," she said. Morgan looked at her from under her eyebrows. "Heck, we could start tomorrow. No charge, neighbor discount."
"No shit? I'm in. I usually don't get up till, like, noonish. Is that cool?"
"Yeah. Perfect, actually. Just pop on over whenever. I've got a home gym setup, we can just do it at my house." Amber tried not to sound too eager, and ignored the double entendre. The subject shifted, and they made small talk for about half an hour after. Amber found her intelligent, witty, and not shy. She liked her neighbor. A
lot.
Back at her house she shut the door and put her back to it. She took a heaving breath. Morgan was right up her alley. That was the whole reason she'd gotten into training, she liked getting soft, thick girls all sweaty. And they'd paid her for it, unbelievably. She'd have to watch her step, she could end up fucking up this whole marriage before it really got started...
***
At dinner, Amber brought up her visit. "Met our neighbor."
"Oh yeah?"
