"Happy divorce anniversary Darling."
Piper Cherry-Liberty, yes that was her name, finished off her bottle of wine by drinking it right out of the bottle. It had been one year since her nasty divorce from Davon Liberty, Quarterback of the Atlanta Falcons, she was celebrating her freedom yet again. It had to be done, Davon was a serious piece of work, breaking the law numerous times and finally being convicted of first-degree murder. When she first met, fell in love, and married he was the perfect husband, so she thought. She was no naïve angel mind you, having been a cheerleader for the Falcons, she still made him wait until their honeymoon if you can believe that. Oh, she kept him on his toes mind you, but it was her only way of knowing just how serious he was about her. Being from a higher-class income family she worried he might take her to the cleaners. He proved himself until he didn't. Darkness fell on brighter days.
Having only been married a year before Davon took another man's life over a silly debt he owed and didn't want to pay back, things got ugly fast. While she stood by him even more dirt came out. A string of affairs in every city made her take a step back before flipping him off. Her hand forced, she hit him hard on the 50-yard line. He got 50 years in prison; she got 50 million. With that money Piper uprooted their dog and headed for the hills hoping to avoid the world and its harsh reality. She didn't want the publicity, nor the fame. She just wanted to live again.
It was so bad that her own family shunned her for marrying a black man. Piper being white, her father a Politician with a closet case beef with racial demographics pretty much disowned his daughter. Not that she cared they were never that close anyway. Piper grew up under her mother's watchful eye until she went to college. Always impressive in sports she ended up trying out for cheerleading on a dare and nailed it her first time out. The fact she was one of the most beautiful women God ever created certainly helped. At 5'7, 125, a nice firm curvaceous ass with enough twerk to garner a jerk, natural 38C's, big blue eyes, and long wavy almost bleach blonde hair, Piper was set for life.
After the final conviction Piper secluded herself taking time to breathe. There was no need for job anytime soon, so she chose to take the money and run. Literally! Uprooting in the blink of a luggage closing she hopped in her white Ford Edge and hit the road, no looking back. Giving Davon's home to his family with a sizeable share of her wealth she split. Heading into Tennessee she fell in love with the Nashville area and bought a nice home in the nicer burbs. While not as fancy as some it was certainly nothing to scoff at. Home was where it all began... again.
Now that the anniversary of their divorce had come around, she sat in her new home on the floor with her bottle, mainly because her furniture wouldn't arrive for two more days. She was not ashamed to sleep on the floor, a beautiful gas fireplace glowing for ambience. It was peaceful. At 27 she still had it in her to live like a teenager. A balmy but beautiful night kept her company, patio doors opened to offer a gentle breeze that crept over her body in sensual caresses. Wearing a sheer red baby doll nightie with spaghetti straps over her panties only, forsaking a bra for comfort, she chose to take her chances on her patio. Stepping out to feel the night air, fearless in her body she really didn't care who saw her at this point. The neighboring homes were fairly close to her property lines, rising above her home by a third floor in one case. She knew spying eyes might easily capture her adventurous soul, especially under the sensor lights that popped on the moment she stepped outside, Piper did not care. Comfy meant comfy. If her life was truly beginning again, let her sexual reputation lead the way. As implied, no angel. Just one very smart lady.
"Let's see here. There are lights on in four upstairs windows, someone is certainly still up. Curtains in that home are opened enough to see a TV glaring. It looks like a video game on the screen which likely means... blood and gore, has to be older unless some parent doesn't care what their children play. Music coming from the house next to that definitely not Country, it sounds like... oh yes, Momma like... it's Lamb of God."
Piper grew up on her love of hardcore metal bands, "At least it's not Tears in My Beer, I'm not in the mood." In the sensitivity of the breeze coming over and around the bordering houses her nipples spontaneously peaked to perfection sticking out from her areolas by a hard half inch. "Hello ladies." She shivered and caressed them through her nightie.
Exploring the other homes, she heard a couple arguing directly next door. The longer she listened the more she worried that something bad might happen. Taking her chances, she teetered in her drunken reflexes and found a deck chair next to her covered swimming pool. A swim sounded wonderful but with the tarp over it still she frowned on it being too much effort. Perhaps once her new furnishings arrived and set up, she would offer a few dollars to the moving company to remove and fold the tarp. If not, she would find some neighbor boys to do it, just as she planned to when lawncare became a thing.
Her yard wasn't massive in the front, the sides not so much to mow really, but she was not the mowing type. Too much for her patience to do herself. Besides she felt that was a good start in knowing those around her better. Strike up a conversation with them, introduce herself, lure in the much-needed help. It was one of the few things her father taught her as a teenager, be charming, make eye contact, show interest, share ideas, steal their souls, mainly their campaign donations. She didn't need money, but she might require those minor things in life like weed eating. That was never going to be on her bucket list.
"Boy that couple next door are having a drag out. It sounds like the guy is getting the worst end of it." She sits down stretching out on the deck chair to relax, closing her eyes and wishing those sensor lights were not so annoying. It was a sure bet the lights coming on would attract nosey neighbors, the home being vacant for months. Everyone would be curious. Worked for Piper, she had no intentions of changing into something more presentable. Being drunk her conscience was leaning toward risqué. Not having sex in over a year even more torturing. Davon had her spoiled sexually, once that big black cock was not within reach, she clammed up, so to speak. His reputation bringing her down those desires got sidelined. Sure, she could have gotten any man, but the emotional zest just wasn't priority. Now was a different story. Her clam was long overdue to be found by a pearl diver. Sooner or later, she would start dating again, so not ready. The arguing mates next door only clarified that thought.
Hearing a glass shatter in their upstairs bedroom a balcony door swung wide and the man of the house stepped outside for air. All went quiet suddenly which haunted Piper. "Oh crap! Please tell me I'm not living next to another murderer. She went quiet the second the glass broke." Impossible to hide herself the man leaning on his rail noticed her laying out and stood tall, surprised by the new neighbor.
"Sorry you had to hear that." He related down at Piper, "She threw a vase at me then went downstairs. A temporary truce at best." Piper merely sat there and acknowledged him with a wave of understanding, she had been through a number of yelling matches with Davon over the four years they had been together. She was not fond of interfering in others marital woes after her own. He noticed her reluctance but attempted conversation anyway. "I saw the realtor remove the sold sign last week. I knew someone bought the Bronson place. Welcome to Hooters Crossing, housing division of the night owls."
She found that somewhat amusing, caressing her chest through her nightie without being worried his wife might step outside and note his friendly introduction. "I'm Henry, my wife is Josie. We have two daughters, luckily camping out at their friends from school. Both are 17, identical twins believe it or not. Sable and Dakota. Last name McKellen."
"Piper." Was all she vocalized concerning her identity, opting instead to look away. Behind her property the gamer stopped to spy on the backyard intrusion. Peeking around curtains was a boy undoubtedly in his late teens as well. Noticing her locked interest Henry identifies her culprit as, "That's Travis. Seventeen like my girls, awkward but a good kid."
"The music box?" Piper pointed toward the other home where more sets of eyes dared to look at the lit-up pool area. A young man smoking on his balcony alone.
"Ummm! That's Knox. He's the neighborhood rebel, fond of loud music and chasing my girls. Who knows probably my wife. He's nineteen, I think. Does what he wants because his dad's a big-time lawyer here in Nashville. Winslow Hardecker if you ever need a referral. Hell, I might the way Josie and I are going. I'd avoid his son as best you can if you're looking to steer clear of trouble."
"A little trouble suits me. We'll see." She beguiles Henry while standing up and letting her thin spaghetti straps drift from her shoulders. Even in the dim lighting he could tell she was topless beneath her nightie. Fearful he looks over his shoulder expecting Josie to have cooled down and wanting to apologize. That was how it always happened when they fought, usually leading up to some pretty amazing makeup sex. "I need more wine." She wiggled toward her house, her chest escaping her nightie only to be covered by Piper's palms.
"Careful there." Henry chuckled down from his balcony rail.
"I'm within my property lines I can do as I please."
"Oh, I'm not saying you can't. Just being a gentleman."
"No fun in that. Goodnight Henry."
"I have a wine cellar stocked up." He grins overstepping his boundary, being no better than what he claimed his wife to be. "Red or white?"
"Red. Perhaps in a few days you can offer a bottle again? I don't have any furniture to be sociable on."
"Floor works for me."
"For you perhaps. I have no choice. If it gets stuffy, I might come sleep in that chaise."
"Need a blanket?"
"That would go against the idea of being too stuffy, would it not?" She was just drunk enough to enjoy flirting, against her better judgment. She could easily ruin an already troubled marriage should Josie spy their communications. Loneliness was fueled by the alcohol; she truly didn't need any more wine but this being her anniversary of escape and starting over from scratch Piper mused at her thirst. "I'll leave my front door unlocked. Perhaps the wine does sound delicious. I'll be by the fireplace."
Henry dropped his jaw as her hands returned to her sides, offering him a bird's eye view of her perfect breasts. She fluttered her fingers at Henry then twisted in step to face the other homes showing off. In her inebriated persona she wasn't thinking clearly about the age of her admirers. Blowing long distance kisses to both Knox and Travis.
"Yep! You're going to be trouble." Henry chuckles, "Give me time to deal with Josie and I'll bring over that Pinot Noir."
"Penis noir?" She played on his words as her nightie drifted to her hips. Her sparkling mischievous gaze reeling him in easily.
