The house next door had been empty for nearly seven months, and now there was a sold sign. As she parked in her driveway, Jayne wondered who bought it. There had been so many people coming to see it, she thought.
Jayne was 35 years married with a child she had lived in the area most of her life, she was 5 foot 6 tall with a full figure and big round breasts that sat proudly on her chest her waist wasn't slim as it had been in her younger days but she had a lovely round bottom that her husband and lovers had told her they wanted to fuck till the cows came home.
Her pussy had the most sensitive clit in the world, and it seems to have a radar system of its own built-in. It was never wrong whenever it tingled in a particular way, she would look around at the people and would tingle even harder if she could see the person. Even if they had rounded away by the time she saw them, men or women. It was her clit's way of telling her they had just had lustful thoughts about her or wanted her, and it had never been wrong.
Two weeks after the sold sign went up, the moving trucks arrived, and they were moving in. A young Pakistani man was standing next door, telling the delivery men where the things were to go in the house. The trucks kept coming all day, and around 7ish in the evening, another car pulled into the drive as she was about to nip to the shops. She watched three kids and a woman get out of the car and enter the house.
On her way to the shops, she thought that the family wouldn't have had any food in the new home, they may not have had a chance to do any shopping or prepare food for the evening, and what sort of neighbour would she be if she didn't welcome them. She ordered pizzas, did her shopping, and headed for the pizza shop. Then, on her way home, she dropped one pizza off with her husband and said she was taking the other next door for the new neighbours.
She rang the bell and waited. The lady of the house opened the door and was dressed in traditional Pakistani clothing, but wearing a hijab and niqab( a headscarf and veil). Jayne said
"Hello, my name is Jayne. I live next door and saw you and your family arriving so late. I thought it must have been a long, hard day since you moved in, and you may not be in the mood to do any cooking, so I thought pizza might help. Is vegetarian ok?"
Nasreen smiled behind her veil as she looked at Jayne.
"Hello, I'm Nasreen. Thank you; that is such a nice thought. Would you like to come in?"
As Jayne walked past the woman, her clit tingled, I know that tingle, Jayne told herself, talking to her clit," Will you behave, I know it has been a while, but have you seen her she is such a pious woman of faith." As Nasreen led the way, Jayne couldn't help but look at her bottom and thought how she would love to get my tongue in between these round, firm cheeks. They went into the kitchen and Nasreen shouted to the kids and she said
"This is Jayne, she lives next door, and she has been so kind to bring pizza on our first day here, say thank you"
The kids thanked her, took their pizza, and returned to the lounge in front of the TV. Jayne said
" I haven't seen your husband this evening, he was here this morning with the movers"
Nasreen looked a little ashamed as she looked at Jayne.
"That wasn't my husband, that was my nephew. I am divorced, he is the only person from my old life that will even speak to me," and started to sob, and now felt even more ashamed of herself for just blurting that out in front of a stranger she had only known for 5 minutes. Jayne, being the person she was, rushed to the other side of the breakfast bar from where she had been sitting, put her arm around her shoulder, hugged her, and said.
"Hey hey, it is ok if you need to cry and let it out, it's ok"
"No, no, Miss Jayne. I need to stop crying. It has been five years since he left us, and I must stop this. He has his new life, and I need to be strong for my children now," Nasreen told her.
Nasreen couldn't believe she was telling Jayne about her life like this. Maybe it was because she had been the first adult person who had spoken to her. Her family and friends had shunned her because of the stupid Pakistani culture and saw her as a damaged good and fallen woman when it was he who had the affair and had left her and the kids. Jayne whispered
"Come and sit down, I'll hold you as long as you want and you let it all out, us girls have to stick together against these bloody men"
Trying to comfort her, Nasreen asked.
"Are you married?"
"Yes, I am, but these men are still a pain in the neck."
This made Nasreen giggle. She couldn't remember the last time she had smiled, laughed, or giggled, and this young woman, whom she had only met 10-15 minutes ago, had made her smile and giggle even after she had made a fool of herself.
She got up to blow her nose, removed her niqab (veil), and turned. Jayne saw her tears, and she couldn't help but get up, get another tissue, and wipe her tears. Nasreen froze, no one had ever touched her face with such care and tenderness, and her breathing became a little heavy and laboured, what was happening to her?
She thought as Jayne held Nasreen's face with her other hand, and time seemed to stand still for them both. When Jayne looked at Nasreen, really looked at her; she saw the sadness and loneliness in her beautiful eyes. Nasreen was older than Jayne, Nasreen was breathtakingly stunning. She knew that if men could see her without her niqab, they would be breaking down doors to date her. Meanwhile, Nasreen was stunned in shock.
Why was she not pushing her hand away? She was not her husband, not that she had one anymore. Why was this young, beautiful white woman touching her face with such affection and why were nipples getting hard? This was haram (sinful), but neither woman realized it was happening as they leaned into each other.
Jayne kissed Nasreen and their body and mouths were on autopilot. She kissed Jayne back, and she could feel Nasreen's mature large breast push against her. Jayne and Nasreen's bodies were on fire. Nasreen quickly came to her senses and pushed Jayne away, looked away in shame, and said
"I think you should leave this is wrong." Jayne was going to say something, but thought it was best she kept those words to herself and instead agreed with Nasreen and said.
"I'm sorry I don't know what came over me and I'm so sorry bye"
Jayne went home and told her husband about the new neighbours, and who would be living there. She kept the kiss to herself because she knew what he would say: "Didn't you think the woman is Muslim? It's not something they do." She tried not to think about it all that evening, pushing it out of her mind.
Later that evening, after her husband had fallen asleep, she lay there thinking about Nasreen and how beautiful she was. She hated the fact that she may have already spoiled things between them. Did she misread the moment? It felt so special. Little did Jayne know that Nasreen was thinking about the same thing. Nasreen thought about how she felt comforted by Jayne and that kiss, as she thought about when she was kissing her.
Why did she kiss her back, she closed her eyes and relived how it felt and noticed her breathing was getting faster and laboured. She could feel her nipples harder than they had ever been, pushing against her T-shirt. She had the strangest feeling and found her hands reaching for breasts and taking nipples in her fingers, and it felt so good that a low moan escaped her lips Nasreen found herself thinking how it would feel to have Jayne on them and pulling them with her teeth.
This scared her, and she pulled her hands away, turned on her side, and told herself, " Stop this, you are a Muslim woman, and good Muslim women don't do this sort of thing. You have to stay away from her, she is the white devil that is leading you away from your faith." As she turned on her side. Nasreen was horny and unable to sleep and Jayne was riddled with guilt and couldn't sleep either.
