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   New Neighbors Ch.  01

   I sighed as I walked back into my house; I was hot, sweaty, and
exhausted.  I had spent a couple of hours working on my garden outside, and
was ready for the long soak in the tub I had promised myself as a reward
for toiling long and hard.

   It wasn't my first choice for a reward; I'd like to get hotter, and
sweatier, with something else long and hard.  I'd love to be on top of
someone, underneath someone, and especially bent over in front of someone.
But with the pandemic still happening, still a risk, and me not being able
to afford two weeks off of work if I did catch Covid, I couldn't risk
hitting up any of my usual fuck buddies.  It had been almost 3 months since
I had felt the touch of another human being, and my sex drive was about to
drive me insane.  I had, of course, been through longer periods of
abstinence - whether it was voluntary or not - but it just seemed worse
because it wasn't like I was busy enough to keep my mind occupied.

   I stripped off my clothes on my way to the bathroom, not worried about
anyone seeing; I had no roommates, finally, after having them for so long.
I loved living alone, in my own little cottage-style house.

   First off was my tank top, and then I stripped off the bralette I had
put on - it was soaked in sweat.  It had been a hot one outside today.  I
unbuttoned my shorts and let them slide down my legs as I stepped into my
bathroom; the sun was shining through the window.  I leaned over my
clawfoot tub, turned the hot water on, and let it fill up as I turned
around to look into the mirror while I took my red hair out of its
ponytail. As it fell down to caress my shoulders, I gave myself a lookover.

   My green eyes had always been noteworthy; long eyelashes framing them.
An ex had called them crazy eyes, but I preferred to think of them as just
intense.  My full, pink lips were almost always smiling.  My long auburn
hair was naturally wavy, and hung down to my mid back.  My shoulders were
freckled from the sun, and delicately curved.  My breasts were small, but
pert; my tummy was rounded - a few extra pounds there.  No one seemed to
mind, although I worked out a few days a week to keep it from getting to be
more than a few extra.  My hips were large, larger than you'd expect for a
woman of my frame and stature; I wasn't exactly tall at 5'1".  My booty was
definitely a booty; round and fat.  As I slid my underwear down, I examined
my neatly trimmed hair on my pussy.  I hated shaving, and I only waxed once
at the beginning of the summer, and kept it neat from there.  The carpet
definitely matched the drapes.

   I looked back up at my breasts in the mirror and saw that my nipples
were hard; I moved my hands up to cup my tits, squeezing the flesh, then
running my forefinger and my thumb down to pinch and pull at my nipples.  I
bit my lip, watching the sight through the mirror, wishing, wanting,
yearning for someone else's hands to be doing the teasing.

   I spread my legs and one hand left my tits to smooth down my stomach and
down into my pussy, already wet; it felt like since the quarantine had
started, it was always wet.  I was always horny.  Always wanting a dick in
my cunt.  I let out a soft moan as my fingers slipped through my wet lips
and rubbed over my clit, over to my wet hole.  I slid two fingers in
immediately, and closed my eyes at the pleasure that was so, so fucking
good, but never quite enough.  I added a third finger, wishing I could go
deeper with them, and pinched and pulled the nipple I was still playing
with with the other hand harder, desperate for more stimulation.

   "God, you're wet," I imagined a husky voice saying.  "Desperate for some
dick, you little slut?"

   I loved the name calling.  I wanted to be a little slut.  I wanted a
hand around my throat, or tugging my hair, or God, spanking my ass.  I
wanted a hard, thick cock in my hot mouth, using it like a cunt.  Or even
better, using my cunt like a cunt.  My tight, wet, hot, empty cunt hadn't
been pounded in so long - I could feel it weeping.  It was drenching my
fingers.

   I moved my hand from my cunt and brought my fingers up to my lips,
imagining I was being forced to taste my own juices.  "That's right, my
nasty whore," the voice continued.  "Lick those fingers clean and then get
them all messy again."

   And that's exactly what I did.  I licked and sucked myself off my
fingers, and then moved my hand back down to plunge those three fingers
back into my pussy; I pumped them inside a few times, switching my other
hand to pinch and pull at the neglected nipple.  I gave it some attention
before moving that hand to my ass to smack it while I continued to finger
fuck myself.

   I gasped and jumped as I slapped it harder than I thought I could
myself.

   That was it.  I needed more.

   I opened my eyes and dropped my hands from my body, intending to go get
my waterproof toys to continue the fantasy, to make my bath more fun and
more of the relaxation I was hoping for.  As I went to step away, though,
my eyes moved to the open window and caught movement in the house next
door; the window was open, and a man with a shit eating grin waved at me as
he saw I was looking.

   I shrieked and dropped to the floor, sitting with my back against the
wall right under the window.

   Shit!  Someone had recently bought the place next door, and I had
forgotten they were moving in today.  I had even seen a few people walking
back and forth all day, moving furniture and boxes into the house that had
been empty ever since I moved into my own 3 months ago.

   My heart pounding, I tried to reason myself out of my panic.  Surely he
had just seen me, not my whole body.  The window was large, sure, but the
house was far enough away that he couldn't see anything in detail, right?
He hadn't watched me touching myself.  Surely.

   I turned around and got on my knees to slowly inch my way up, to try and
peek out the window.  To see how much detail I could see of him, if he was
still at the window, to infer maybe how much he could have seen of me.  My
eyes reached the window and as my eyes adjusted to the sight, my heart
sank. The windows were only about ten feet apart.

   He was still there, still grinning widely, and I could see him in stark
detail.  His hair was dark, cropped, and matched his eyebrows.  I couldn't
tell what color his eyes were, but his teeth looked white and straight from
here.  And his jaw looked strong.  He was wearing an old blue t-shirt with
paint splotches, and worn jeans, from what I could tell.  I think he could
see my eyes peeking over the window, because he rubbed a hand over his
crotch.

   My eyes widened, and my pussy clenched.  And I was momentarily
distracted by my body's response.

   I shouldn't be turned on!  I should be angry, and feeling very violated.
And disgusted!  This man had been watching me in some rather intimate
moments, in my own home!  Sure, I wasn't exactly hiding, but it was my
house!  There should be some modicum of privacy.

   I rolled my eyes at myself as I ducked below the window again.  I had no
blinds, and my curtains were wide open; I cannot in all honesty claim the
whole privacy angle right now.

   But I could change that.

   I slowly slid the curtains closed, and then stood up once I was sure I
couldn't be seen anymore.  And then I covered my face with my hands.  That
was going to be an awkward welcome to the neighborhood meet.

   But my bath water was still running; that was a problem for later.

   I had been so startled though by the surprise, I didn't feel much like
finishing my fantasy.

   ***

   A few hours later, once I was all clean and dry from my bath, I was
dressed in a comfortable sundress that went down to mid thigh; it was black
with sunflowers all over it.  It was one of my favorite summer dresses.

   I marched over next door, ready to tackle the issue and move on from the
awkwardness.  After all, who knew how long we would be neighbors for? 
Might as well try and get off on the right foot.

   I rapped on the door, and barely had time to back up, to maintain the 6
feet social distance, before the door was opened by a different man than
the one I had seen in the window.  This one was blonde, his hair a little
on the shaggy side but i think too long, and I was close enough to tell
that his eyes were brown; a rich, chocolate brown.  He had a scruffy beard
and mustache growing that was just a little darker than the hair on top of
his head.  He had thick lips, for a guy, and they were curved in polite
surprise.

   "Hello," he said.  "You must be the first of the neighborhood welcoming
committee.  I didn't know if we'd be getting any, with the virus still
running rampant and all." He waved, in lieu of shaking hands.  "I'm Leo. 
And you are?"

   "Beth-Anne," I answered, smiling and waving in return.  "I'm right over
next door," I pointed to the right where my house was.  I held my hands
wide.  "I wouldn't come empty-handed, ordinarily, but under the
circumstances..."

   Leo nodded understandingly.  "Of course, of course.  I get it.  Crazy
times we're living in and all that.  Are you still able to work?"

   I nodded, relaxing a little.  "Yes, thankfully, I'm still able to work
for the most part.  I've mainly worked from home for a while now, anyways.
I've got a blog that's kept me going pretty well.  And I DoorDash and what
not to supplement, too, and that seems to be still a good business to be
in. What about you?"

   "I'm definitely still working," Leo answered, laughing a little.  "I'm
an RN.  You're smart to keep your distance.  Although I work at a family
medicine practice, and take every precaution, so it's unlikely I might be a
carrier.  But you never know."

   I was listening along politely, while wondering if the guy who had seen
me was even a new neighbor.  Maybe he had just been helping a friend move
in?  And if that were the case, would he have told my new neighbor what he
had seen?  Surely he wouldn't, right?  He hadn't exactly been violating my
privacy earlier, no matter what I tried telling myself.  My window had been
open.  I didn't intend for him to see, but I can hardly fault him for
watching.  So surely I could expect him to keep silent about what he had
seen, right?

   But before I could latch onto that hope, Leo turned and then raised his
voice to say "Beau!  Alex!  Come meet our new neighbor!"

   Two men came from different parts of the house.  As they neared, I saw
the man who had watched me from the window.  The other man had dark brown
hair - almost black - and the same color eyes as Leo.  He had a 5 o' clock
shadow going, and the stubble looked good on him.

   The shit-eating grin was back on the one who saw me; I could tell now
that his eyes were blue.  And if I believed in the idea of "crazy eyes," he
definitely had them.  He was clean shaven.

   Now that they were all in the same room, I could see they were all about
the same height; if i had to guess, a little over 6 feet.  The one who had
watched me was the tallest, and the one who had greeted me at the door was
the shortest; but only an inch or two separated all of them.  We were all
about the same age, it appeared; mid-late 20s.  I myself was 24.  So close
to my quarter century birthday.  It was only a few months away.  God, I
hoped we were out of quarantine by then.

   "Guys, this is Beth-Anne," Leo introduced me.

   The one who had watched me waved his hand from where he was, his eyes
basically undressing me - since he had had an eyeful of what was under my
clothes already - and said "I'm Beau." He gestured over at the man next to
him.  "This is Alex.  I guess we're your new neighbors, sweet thang." He
had a southern twang that Leo didn't have when he had spoken.

   I tried to glare at him, but my cheeks went red, remembering that he had
seen so much of me, doing so much to myself, and so I just settled on
saying "Seems so, Beau.  Nice to meet you all." I waved my hand between
them.  "How do you all know each other?"

   Alex spoke, and he didn't have any sort of accent, either, like Leo. 
"Well, Leo and I are brothers." Which accounted for the matching eyes.  But
they weren't twins - at least not identical.  And Leo seemed just a little
bit older than Alex.

   And Leo added, hooking a thumb at Beau, "and this bum is a tag along we
haven't been able to get rid of since college."

   Beau shot Leo a look of mock affront.  "I beg your pardon," he drawled,
"you two practically begged me to come live with you guys while I did the
renovations for this place." I couldn't help noticing how husky his voice
was; almost matched the one that I had imagined earlier, calling me a slut.

   So he was a renovator or a contractor, then.  My gaze dropped down from
Beau's well-formed shoulders to follow along his toned arms until they
reached his hands.  His big hands.  I bit my lip.  Yeah, I just bet he was
good with his hands.

   My gaze moved back up, but quickly skittered back to the brothers as
Beau caught me giving him the once over, his smirk returning.

   I still needed to find a way out to speak to Beau alone, to apologize
for being so careless, and to make sure he wasn't planning on telling his
temporary roommates what he had seen.  I was trying to figure out a way to
accomplish that when Alex offered a tour of their place.  "Would you like
to come inside?  We can show you around?  I'm sure people are always
curious about the neighbors' layouts compared to their own."

   "Yes," Beau twanged.  "Please, come in.  I'll show you the bottom floor.
Right this way, milady." The other two men backed up, to give me space to
come in, and Beau went back the way he had come in from the hallway to the
right.  I followed him, and saw there was only one room down this hallway,
besides a bathroom with the door open on the left side.  Beau went into the
room and, I realized this was the room he had been in when he had watched
me playing with my pussy.

   And it appeared to be a bedroom.

   He faced me, his tongue coming out to lick his bottom lip, and informed
me, "This is my room."

   I winced as I imagined the scene from his perspective; him innocently
moving stuff around in his brand new bedroom, then glancing through the
window at just the right time.  A naked woman, playing with her tits and
pussy, right there, only a few yards away, no fence whatsoever.

   "Yes, and about what you may have seen," I started off, but he cut me
off.

   "I was wanting the master bedroom upstairs, but I don't think I'll fight
as hard for that now." He took a step closer, still maintaining the
distance, but obviously wanting to get closer.  "I've got quite the view
from this one."

   I looked away, cleared my throat, and tried to get my words out.  "You
weren't...  I didn't...  please don't..."

   "How long has it been for you, baby?" he crooned.  "Even from here I
could see how much you needed it."

   My cheeks reddened again, and I tried to look him in the eyes.  I
couldn't believe he was just talking to me like that.  "That's not any of
your...  please...  Don't call me..."

   "I want you to open those curtains up again, sweetheart, next time you
go shower or take a bath," Beau demanded.  "And I want you to finish what
you started."

   My gaze shot straight to him at that pronouncement.  I sputtered. 
"You...  who do you think...  I don't take orders from you!"

   Beau tilted his head.  "That's true," he said.  "But I'm a pretty good
judge of character, Beth-Anne.  And right now I'm guessing that underneath
that prim little sundress exterior, is a little slut just waiting to be
commanded.  I'm sure it's been a while for you.  I'm willing to bet that
you'll do exactly what I say.  And not only that, I'm willing to bet big
money that you'll enjoy it."

   I huffed.  "I don't think so.  And don't call me a slut!" and with that,
I turned on my heel and stormed out of his room.  Denying to myself that
maybe my panties were a little wet.  Or a lot wet.  Or drenched.  I was
definitely NOT going to give that pervert another free show though, no way,
no how.  Or any sort of show, free or not, I amended.  He definitely didn't
get anything after that.

   Leo caught me on my way out, and asked "Is everything okay?" I guessed
he could see the outrage, and hopefully not the teeniest bit of lust, on my
face.

   I smiled fakely.  "Yes, but I just realized I left something in the oven
before I came over.  I need to go make sure it doesn't burn down."

   Leo went to open the front door for me, and went "Well, then, neighbor,
it was nice meeting you!  Hope to see you around some more.  Swing by
anytime if you want to finish the tour."

   I politely agreed, and then rushed back to my house, planning on going
straight to my laptop to order heavier, thicker curtains for that damn
bathroom.

   ***

   It was late evening now.  I had finished dinner, did my dishes, and was
getting ready for bed.  I had made sure ALL of my curtains were closed, in
every single part of my house now, just to be on the safe side.  Given my
single stamina, I may or may not have been inclined to play with myself in
whatever room I got horny in.  And it was absolutely my right, damn it.

   I slipped out of my dress, and took my bra off.  I left my little black
lacy thong on; I loved sexy underwear.  It was a weakness of mine, and I
often hit the sales as often as I could to keep my collection growing.  I
had so many panties now that I had two full drawers full of them in one of
my dressers.  I had to plan specific days to go through them and pick out a
few pairs here and there I no longer wanted anymore, to throw them out.

   I grabbed my long, flowy tank top that I loved to sleep in; it was a
soft, gray material and it had a deep vee; easier to play with my tits when
I masturbated in bed.  Which was already at least once a night before the
pandemic; it was off the charts now.

   Some would ask why I wore any clothes to bed; and I don't know why, I
just always felt better sleeping with clothes.  The only times I ever went
naked to bed were when I was too drunk to figure out where my sleep shirts
were, or if I was sleeping with someone.  Although sometimes the men I
slept with also appreciated some good lingerie and liked it when I wore
slinky little things to sleep in.  I also had quite the lingerie
collection.

   As I slipped on my sleep shirt, I looked over at the separate small
dresser I kept my lingerie in - the pieces that didn't need to be hung up,
at least.  I thought about one of my favorites; it was a light lilac
purple, that was so sheer it was see through; it had lace on the bodice,
and ended right below my ass cheeks.  It came with a g-string.  I loved
being able to see my dusky, hard nipples through it.

   Would Beau like it?

   I scowled at myself.  I didn't give a fuck what Beau would like.  I
wasn't going to do what he told me to do.

   I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth.  I turned on the light, and
as I was walking to the sink to grab my toothbrush, I couldn't help but
look through the window, wondering if Beau was watching now.

   Well that was just too bad, I thought, and turned away to put the paste
on my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth.  As I went through my
brushing routine, my gaze drifted back to the window.  The curtains were
sheer enough I'm sure he could see my bathroom light was turned on, if he
was out there waiting and watching.  I could certainly see his light was
on.

   I hoped he didn't think that meant I was giving into his demands.  I
couldn't tell what he could see through my curtains, but I quickly finished
up, did my mouth wash, and then flossed.  I turned around and turned off
the bathroom light and almost stepped out of the bathroom, but something
stopped me.  An invisible force had me by the throat, and I couldn't help
but looking over at my shoulder to the window, where the light on in his
window was a glimmer.  I turned and crept back towards the window,
intending to only glimpse through to see if he was really there, watching
for me, or if he just had his light on while he was unpacking more in his
room.

   I grabbed the curtain at the bottom and slowly slid it to the side,
exposing just enough of the window for me to see through it, and what I saw
almost made me drop the curtain.

   Beau was there, watching for me, alright.  He had wheeled one of those
desk chairs up right in front of the window, and he was sitting in it
completely naked.  He was tanned all over, and had what looked like soft,
curly hair all over his chest, and I could see where it narrowed down to a
little trail - the goody trail, it was often called - leading down to his
groin.  His very revealed groin.  His groin that he was playing with
already.

   I almost closed the curtain on my own accord, this time, but...  he
watched me, so...  I could watch him, couldn't I?

   I didn't know if he saw me or not; he hadn't stopped or made any sort of
movement that may have made me think he had seen me.  He just kept on
playing with his cock, at the same speed.

   I wished I could be just a little bit closer; I wanted to see more of
what he was fondling.  It looked pretty impressive from here, already. 
Thick, long, the perfect mushroom head on top.

   I watched as he stroked his hand up and down the length of him; he was
already hard, it seemed.  It looked like he squeezed extra hard at the base
and then loosened his grip as he moved his hand upward until he got right
to the head, where he squeezed hard again; I saw his head go back, his
mouth slack and open with possibly a moan, that I desperately wanted to
hear.

   I wanted to be there, watching and listening.  Was he breathing harder?
Was there precum on the tip of his cock?  Was he using lotion?  Or lube? 
Was it making that slick noise?  I shuddered at the thought.  I loved the
sounds of sex.  Especially when a man made noises.  Men rarely moaned or
groaned, in my experience, so when they did, fuck, it felt like I won the
lottery.

   My tongue came out to flick at my lips, as the hand not holding the
curtain slightly back slid down my stomach and into my panties.

   I was already wet.

   Beau's head came back up to peer through the windows again, trying to
see if I was there.  I held my breath, not sure if I wanted him to notice
me or not.

   Either way it didn't seem to matter to him; his hand kept jerking his
cock.  His hard, hopefully throbbing, yummy-looking cock.  If it looked
this yummy from afar, truly it had to be so much better up close.  It had
been a while since I had worshipped any cock, and my mouth practically
watered, just looking at his dick from across the yard.

   My fingers slipped their way through my creamy wet folds, and I slid two
fingers inside my cunt.  I tried to copy his speed and intensity; he'd
quicken his hand, and then slow down when his thighs started tensing.  I'd
do the same.

   I pumped my fingers faster as he slipped his hand up and down his cock.
His hand moved down to play with the balls below his cock, and I moved the
curtain to the side fully so I didn't have to hold it anymore.  I needed to
cup and squeeze one of my tits, so I pulled my sleep tank down to hook
right under my breasts, and I kneaded them for a few seconds, before moving
my fingers to twist and pull at my nipple.  My free hand went back and
forth, giving each breast rough treatment.  His eyes were directed at my
window but I couldn't tell if they were just dazed with pleasure or if he
could actually see me, but I didn't fucking care anymore.  Maybe I wanted
him to look at me; to see me getting off on him getting off.  To see how
slutty I could be for his cock; to be able to promise him I'd be so much
sluttier.

   I could hear his drawl in my head.  "That's right, baby," it crooned. 
"Finger fuck that pussy while I jack off for you.  Look at how hard you
made my cock, especially when you're so naughty.  I loved watching you
earlier.  You looked so fucking slutty, smacking your own ass, desperate
for something bigger than your fingers.  Smack it for me now," the voice
whispered.

   I bit my lip.  Should I?  Would that draw his attention to me?

   I moved the hand playing with my tits down to my ass again to smack it;
I did it as hard as I could, and gasped aloud at the sting I provided.

   There was no way he heard that, but his eyes suddenly seemed to focus on
me.  He didn't smile, but the corner of his mouth kicked up and he took the
hand playing with his balls off to wave at me; then he licked his palm and
rubbed it over the head of his cock and I shuddered, sliding a third finger
inside my pussy, wishing it was his cock.  His eyes lowered to where my
hand was buried between my thighs, and I knew he was wishing the same
thing.

   I brazenly turned around and arched my back, using the same hand to
smack my ass for my now captive audience.  I looked over my shoulder, to
see him nod and mouth something.  He nodded again, and squeezed the base of
his cock, and I hoped he was asking me to do it again, so I rubbed my
cheek, that was still kind of stinging from the last slap; and I did it
again, in almost the same spot.  I wanted my ass red tomorrow, whether I
had to do it myself or not.

   He was using both hands to jerk his cock now; one hand over the other,
tugging and tugging.  I turned back around and pressed my tits up against
the window, rubbing my nipples against the cold glass, still using one hand
to finger my sopping cunt.  I moved the other to rub my hard little clit.

   God, I was so ready to come.  It had been building in me, and it was
going to be a big one since I didn't get a chance earlier to release.  I
could feel the wave about to crest over.  I could see how red his cock was
from over here, too, so I was hoping he was close, too.  I rutted against
the window, wishing I had known my self-restraint was a joke; wishing I had
thought to grab a dildo or a vibrator or something to help me.  My hands
were doing the job, but they weren't satisfying me.

   Beau was practically staring holes into the window, into me, as if he
could grope my body with his eyes.  And it almost felt like it could.  My
nipples were already so hard, but sensation fluttered from them as his eyes
moved over them, and my pussy leaked even more as his eyes moved down.  I
didn't know how much he could see, with the lights off and the distance
between us, but it was enough for him.  I could see how enough it was for
him; his grip became even tighter, and his strokes became longer, his hips
working forcefully against his fists.

   Fuck.  I wouldn't last much longer.

   But I didn't need to.  Just as I felt the first shudders of my orgasm
after I rubbed over my clit one more time, I saw his start; he tugged one
last final time and fluid started shooting up out of his cock.  His hips
jerked erratically, his cock slipping through his fists.  A big wave of my
own orgasm hit right as a shot of his load splattered against the window.
My tongue fell out of my mouth as I panted, feeling the waves, riding them,
as I imagined licking that all off the window for him.

   I jerked against the window on the last big wave of mine; my eyes
closed, and I pressed my forehead against the cold window, still gasping
for breath.

   God.  If just mutual masturbation was that intense after months of
sexual deprivation, what would actual sex be?

   As I regained my sense of self, I slowly opened my eyes and glanced over
at Beau through the windows.

   He was busy writing something, on what looked like a notepad.  As he was
finishing up, I adjusted my sleep shirt to at least cover up my tits again.

   He finished, and put the notepad against the window.  It was his phone
number, and it said Text me, slut.

   I held out a finger in the universal "wait" gesture, and ran from the
bathroom to grab my phone.  I grabbed it from my bed stand and hurried back
to get his number.

   As I did, though, I looked outside and noticed the curtains on the
window of the floor above Beau's bedroom twitch, and I froze.

   Had someone been watching me from that room, too?