Neighbors

HE DIDN’T GO FISHING WITH HIS FRIEND, BUT HE HOOKED HIS WIFE

I thought my husband had forgotten his house keys or something when I was startled by the doorbell ringing a little after four in the morning. He had left not 15 minutes earlier to go fishing at the lake with his friend Hank. I jumped out of bed, slipped on a pair of panties and grabbed a short terrycloth robe, which I was still zipping up the front when I opened the door. I was quite surprised to see Phil, our next-door neighbor, standing there with a fishing pole. I had answered the phone myself when he’d called the night before, saying he had to work today and couldn’t go fishing with the other guys.

I told him the other men had already left, but invited him in for a cup of coffee. When I noticed that his eyes were focused on my chest, I realized he had probably gotten a flash of my tits when I’d opened the door. He confirmed this by saying, “I knew you would have beautiful breasts, Marge, but they’re even larger and more beautiful than I expected.”

I tried to change the subject as I poured out the coffee, saying, “I told Vic you called and said you couldn’t go with them, so you should have called again if you wanted to go along.”

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Jun 23, 2012 No Comments
A Night to Remember

It was finally Friday and the week from hell was over. It had been a long week and when I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment I killed the engine on my car and laid my head down on the steering wheel taking a couple deep breaths. I was glad to be home for the weekend, but I wasn’t looking forward to an empty apartment. I grabbed my purse, my book bag and my work clothes. I stopped inside the door of the apartment complex and grabbed my mail. I started climbing the stair to my apartment when my next door neighbor John came sauntering out of his apartment.

He was the most amazing guy I’d ever seen. He was tall and built. He had this almost shoulder length dark brown hair and a 5 o’clock shadow across his face. Yet while he had all this dark hair and a chiseled body, he had the deepest blue eyes I’d ever seen. The kind of eyes you could get lost in. He always seemed to be smiling. We had met a few years ago when I’d moved into here and started college. We had hit it off right away.

He’d actually even helped me move the last of the boxes into my apartment after my parents had left. I had been struggling up the three flights of stairs to my door with a big box of books, and like a scene out of movie, I’d started to fall down the stairs, when out of nowhere these hands caught me and the box. He had been coming home from a basketball game. I didn’t see who had caught me until I got t the top of the stairs and set the box down. I’d almost fainted when I turned around and saw this gorgeous man standing behind me smiling.

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Apr 25, 2012 No Comments