Sighing, I yanked her car door open and reached inside, turning the engine off.
“Hey! I need that to stay warm.”
“No, you don’t. Come on. You can stay on my couch.”
“I can’t do that,” she yawned loudly.
“Why not?”
“Because—”
“I’ve slept on your couch. It only seems fair that you allow me to return the favor.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but I grabbed her arm and tugged her out before she could utter a word. It probably wasn’t my best and brightest idea, but if I left her out here all night, I’d probably end up looking out my window every five minutes to make sure she was still alive. Then I wouldn’t get any sleep, and I’d be crabby as hell the next day.
“Come on,” I said, dragging her and her blanket from the car.
She was dressed in her Christmas pajamas, along with slippers of the Grinch on the toes. It might have been cute, not that I would admit that to anyone.
“Ugh, I’m so tired,” she mumbled as she shuffled across the lawn. “You’d think they would have gotten tired and gone tosleep after round two, but no. They took a five-minute break before round three started.”
“Maybe you should invest in soundproofing.”
“I’m hoping she won’t be around that long. Maybe if I make another pot of beans and rice, she’ll flee for good.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I made beans and rice for dinner and she didn’t touch a bite of it,” she mumbled. “Rude, if you ask me. She sat on her ass all day and filed her nails.”
She trudged up my steps and nearly fell asleep against my shoulder as I struggled to get the damn door open. Tomorrow, I was getting this fixed. Guiding her inside, I led her over to the couch, where she promptly fell down and snuggled in. Her blanket was hanging half off her, so I fixed it until she was all tucked in, then chastised myself for even caring.
I quickly showered, wiping the smell of grease and liquor from my skin, but the problem started when my mind accidentally moved in the direction of the woman on the couch.
And what it would be like if she joined me in the shower.
I hissed as my hand brushed over my hardening cock. Why the thought of her got me all twisted up inside, I’d never know. I didn’t normally fantasize about women. Sure, I brought them home and had a good time, but that was it. I didn’t believe in marriage or even monogamy. It all seemed like a good way to piss off the person you were supposed to be devoted to.
And yet…
Thinking of her laying on my couch, her short blonde locks tangled around her face did something to me. There was an innocence to her, yet somewhere deep in my gut, I wondered if that was just an act.
I could picture her now, on her knees for me with the spray from the hot water cascading down her breasts as she stroked my cock and let the tip of her tongue flick out and tease my head.
Fuck. Cum shot against the wall as I quickly braced myself, keeping my balance so I didn’t end up falling out of the shower. Breathing hard, I stared at the streaks of cum lining the shower wall.
There was something wrong with me.
I could not—would not allow myself to think about the woman on my couch or the effect she had on my cock. I had to keep my distance from her and remind myself that she was just the annoying next-door neighbor. I had done her a favor tonight, but it wouldn’t happen again.
With any luck, her brother would get rid of his skanky mistress, and the two of them would be back to their annoying selves.
Killing the water, I wrapped a towel around my waist, cursing my already hard cock and the way it jutted from between the folds of the fabric. It had been a long time. That’s all this was. I wasn’t actually attracted to my neighbor. I just hadn’t gotten pussy in a really long time.
A very, very long time.
And my cock was letting me know it was not satisfied. I needed to fix this situation as soon as possible. Preferably by tomorrow night. Then I’d be fine and these insane thoughts about my neighbor would disappear.
Decision made, I flung the door open and smacked right into Josie.
