It was a warm afternoon; moving to my new apartment after calling it quits with the missus. I was alone and felt free, free from that bitch who nearly drove me nuts, and to this day I still haven't figured out what I saw in her. My folks warned me about her, telling me she was trouble and that she'd break my heart.
It didn't matter now that I was done with her. I feel sorry for the next guy who has to deal with her. He'll need a miracle to survive the hell that awaited him. As for me, I'm now single for the first time in years and finding the next girl of my dreams was the last thing on my mind. I had plenty of time to worry about that, especially since I wasn't old and grey yet. I was still in my late twenties which wasn't too old; in dog years maybe.
After the movers were done bringing in my things, quickly, I unpacked the many boxes I brought along, mostly clothes and books I haven't read yet. I also found a few pictures of me and the ex, but I quickly tore them up and put them back in the box. Any little thing that reminded me of her was going to be torn to shreds.
Soon my doorbell rang; the first one of the day which surprised me because I wasn't expecting anyone at this time. I looked through the peephole, spotting a young lady whom I didn't recognize, standing there carrying something I couldn't make out.
I opened the door, getting a better look at her, and from where I stood she was like a breath of fresh air. She stood at five foot six, with braided hair, wearing a red tubetop, denim shorts, and a pair of red mules matching the color of her nicely trimmed toenails. Her legs were smooth shaven and the rest of her golden brown body looked good enough to eat. One thing was certain, I was glad I answered the door.
"Hello", I said.
"Hello yourself", she said, with a bright smile that could light up the whole living room. "I'm Cynthia Jackson from next door."
"I'm David Knight, your new neighbor."
"I know. I brought a little something from Mrs. Hill from across the hall."
She handed me a freshly baked apple pie wrapped in tin foil. I enjoyed the aroma so much I was ready to eat it right in front of her. I resisted that temptation; focusing, instead, on the fine young lady who stood before me.
"Don't mind Mrs. Hill", said Cynthia, "she's a little shy around strangers. Other than that she's harmless."
"I'll thank her when I see her", I said, "and thank you for bringing it here. I appreciate it."
"My pleasure. Well, welcome to the neighborhood, and I'll see you later, Mr. Knight."
"Wait, would you like to come in?"
"I don't want to bother you. I mean you're still unpacking aren't you?"
"I got plenty of time and could use the company."
Without hesitation she accepted my invitation. As I locked the door I was enjoying the view that was Cynthia's fine ass. Soon my cock was swollen, feeling uncomfortable in my pants. So, I needed to think about something else to keep the swelling to a minimum; not wanting to give my new neighbor a bad impression.
She sat down comfortably on the couch, crossing those smooth shaven legs of hers. I offered her some of the pie she gave me but refused, telling me she was on a strict diet. With a body like that, who could blame her?
We spoke to one another all day long, spilling the details of our personal lives, and those close to us. I told her about my miserable ex-wife and I was a teacher with an interview in the morning. I told her I had no kids because the ex didn't want any. Cynthia told me about her recent breakup with a guy named Kenny who specialized in nude art. She told me they met when she was a nude model herself and him doing a beautiful drawing that brought them close. She, too, could draw, going as far as offering me to pose.
"Oh, no", I said, "not me. You couldn't even pay me to do that in public."
"Ashamed of your body?" she asked.
"No, it's that I'd rather be naked in the privacy of my own home, and not for the whole world to see."
"It's a shame. I bet you have a great body and I would love to put that in paper."
I'll bet she would. In fact, she was probably picturing me what I look like in my birthday suit.
In the meantime, both of us seemed to get along great; could talk all night if we wanted to, especially when the evening was drawing close. With all the excitement I had forgotten I still had some unpacking to do.
Cynthia was ready to call it a day. I led her towards the door and opened it; looked at her smiling face with the urge of kissing her goodnight, but I wasn't going to make a fool out of myself.
"Well, it was nice meeting you", she said.
"Same here", I said, "I hope the rest of the neighborhood is as nice as you."
"We're a nice enough neighborhood and you'll get used to it. Goodnight, David."
"Listen, I was wondering, are you busy tomorrow?"
"Hitting on the first girl you meet after divorcing your ex? Getting even, maybe?"
"No, not at all. It's that I enjoyed our time together. I thought maybe we could go someplace nice, or you can show me around the block, and be my personal tour guide."
"I'll think about it and see if I'm not too busy this week."
"Okay, fair enough. And don't worry, I'm a nice enough guy once you get to know me."
"Tell that to your ex."
"Very funny."
