The element of fantasy can only enhance and make my experience of last July 4th a little more dreamy. But it will never give the excitement of true lust as I felt it.
The new neighbors moved to our suburban cul-de-sack a couple of weeks after schools closed, perfect timing for a get-to-know party on July 4th. They accepted our invitation and rang our door bell at 11 sharp.
This family of four, the parents and two girls, was a great match to ours. The kids hit it off immediately and ran out to play. The mother started with my wife, the way any light talk in the suburbs goes: kids, school, house, work... In his late 40s, the stocky blue-eyed father, Jeff, looked military, something I really like in guys. He turned out to be a marine and I have multiple connections with the MC; family and friends have served the MC with pride.
"So, Jeff, you said you moved here from Texas?" I started the conversation.
"Yep" (gulp of beer) "and I think we did great. You got great weather here, people are friendly, education is great and real estate very reasonable."
"I need to talk more often with newcomers here, you make me appreciate what is great in our state and shift focus on the important stuff," I replied and started the grill.
I remember watching Jeff washing his car the other day in only his shorts, his thick chest bare and tanned, his way of moving around revealing strong physical training. His loose shorts left a lot to the imagination and I was very entertained by the thought of a sweating ball sack exuding this guy's musky aroma.
"Don't put the meat yet!" he said in a rather commanding tone, "start with the veggies," and began to spread them on the grilling pan. "I've done this so many times, I can just assure you this is best done first," he explained softening his voice.
"Jeff, I can't hide I am totally clueless when it comes to grilling," I replied, "please be in charge of the veggies and meat or we'll starve today," and made room for him to come in front of the grill built with bricks, facing the backyard from the corner right next to the fence separating our houses.
I sat on the wall next to the grill and had a great view of Jeff's bulge while tending to the grill as well as when sitting on a little stool with his legs apart. A couple of beers work miraculously in pushing inhibitions aside.
"Are you curious?" Jeff asked breaking my string of thoughts all revolving around his bulging shorts.