Chapter 1

The fencing Between Us

I did n't know heartbreak could hit this hard.

I was leaning against the fence in my backyard, phone pressed to my ear like it was the last piece of her I had left. `` seed on, Jess ... don't do this. We can fix it. Please. '' My vocalization cracked, and I hated how desperate I sounded. But I couldn't helper it.

Three years together. She was my get-go everything. Now she was off at some college a M miles away, talking like I was a deadening phase she'd outgrown. Like I wasn't even worth keeping.

The line went numb. Just silence.

I stood there for a spell, staring at the patchy grass, the weight unit in my pectus sound than it had been all week. I felt pathetic. nineteen years old, heartbroken over someone who'd already moved on. I didn't even feel angry. Just… hollow.

That's when I heard her voice, soft, warm, and surprisingly close.

'' You okay, sweetheart ? ``

I looked up, startled. Katherine, my next-door neighbor, was standing just on the other side of the wooden fence, a garden hose in one bridge player, sunglasses pushed up on her header. She was wearing a black two-piece top that hugged her chest just right, cleavage practically spilling over. Her hide had that soft tan glow not wangle, not sunburnt, just really. Her consistency was the kind that turns pass at every age, curvy, thick in the best ways, with an ass that looked amazing even in shorts.

I tried to make for it off. `` Yeah. Just ... lifetime stuff. ``

She smiled at me, oculus kind. `` Breakups suck. But trust me you'll survive. ``

I laughed awkwardly. `` Is it that obvious ? ``

She nodded with a smirk."You were yelling into your phone like it owed you money."

I rubbed the back of my cervix."Damn. Sorry about that."

"Don't apologize. I've got a son about your age. I know how rough it gets. Look, if you ever wan na talk, or just hang out, don't be a stranger. We're neighbour now."

I looked at her, really looked and for a second, I forgot how shitty I felt."Thanks. That ... actually means a lot."

She gave me a wink."You'll leap back. And in the meanwhile, lemonade's always cold over here."

Then she turned around .... and yeah, I absolutely stared. I didn't even try to hide it. That ass. That pass. The minuscule bounce. Goddamn.

The next few twenty-four hours blurred together. Mostly late dark and reasonless scrolling. I tried going for runnel, hitting the gym, blasting euphony too loud anything to submerge out the quiet.

But every afternoon, like clockwork, Katherine would come out to the pool.

It was her routine. A towel over the professorship, big sunglasses on, and that same Bikini ... or sometimes a unlike one, small-scale even. The fence between our one thousand wasn't senior high school enough to block my view from my sleeping accommodation window. Not even close. She must've known. function of me wondered if she did it on purpose.

She'd lay out, oil up, stretch in path that had me holding my breathing time. Sometimes she'd read, one leg draped lazily over the other. Sometimes she'd just close her eyes and tan, her chest insurrection and falling slowly, peacefully. And I'd be watching, barely blinking with a rock-hard problem in my underdrawers and the Saami enquiry running through my mind over and over :

What would it finger like to touch her ?

I shouldn't have been thinking it. She was probably xx year older than me. Married. My neighbor. But none of that stopped the thoughts or the way my consistency reacted to her. Every time she bent over to set the puddle umbrella, I swore she was going to give me.

She was a cleaning lady, not a girl. And somehow, that made everything worse.

One evening, just before sunset, I caught her looking back at my window. Not for long. Just a quick glance. But it happened. My affection jumped. Did she make love ? Could she tell I'd been watching ?

I ducked away from the blinds, suddenly embarrassed, but something in me buzzed with something else too.

Not shame.

Not quite.

Chapter 2 :

Lemonade and breaking ball

It was just after noontide when I finally worked up the heart to walk over.

I'd seen her lying out again — same Bikini as before, maybe even to a lesser extent material this time. The top strained to obligate those mammilla in, and her articulatio coxae curved like something out of a dream. The sunlight made her sputter incandescence. She was lying on her tummy this time, legs slightly parted, and I'd been staring long enough to bury what day it was.

I didn't program on saying anything. I was just going to walk past the fence, maybe wave, maybe say hi. Instead, she turned her read/write head, smiled, and called out to me before I even got the chance to decide.

"Tommy ! You gon na walk past me all summer or you gon na come say hello ?"

I stopped mid-step, hands in my sac."Didn't wan na interrupt."

"Interrupt what ?"she said, sliding her shades up."I'm literally just lying here trying not to meld. seminal fluid keep me company."

I hesitated. My heart was thudding. It wasn't the heat.

"cum on, I don't bite."She grinned."Unless you ask nicely."

That demarcation hit somewhere low in my belly. I laughed, hoping she didn't hear the way my vocalization cracked.

I opened the gate and stepped into her backyard. The warmth hit harder here — or maybe that was just her. The scent of cocoanut oil and sun-warmed hide drifted in the air. I tried not to gaze, but she hadn't bothered adjusting her top when she rolled over, and those tits were half out. My eyes didn't stand a chance.

She noticed. I know she did.

"Lemonade ?"she asked, already rising from her chair.

"Yeah. That'd be nice."

"Come in. Too hot to bear out here."She grabbed a towel, draped it loosely around her hip, and walked toward the sliding chicken feed door. Her ass swayed with every step, towel doing cypher to conceal it. I followed like a dog chasing a steak.

Inside, her family was gorgeous. Open floor plan, immaculate kitchen, cool air washing over me as I stepped in. She moved like she owned every in of the space — graceful but unbothered, confident in a way most masses only pretend to be.

"Have a seat,"she said, pouring lemonade into grandiloquent glasses."You doing okay these days ?"

"getting there,"I said."Breakups return time, I guess."

She handed me a glass and leaned against the counter. No rush, no ineptness — just Katherine being Katherine.

"fountainhead, I meant what I said before. If you ever need anything — even just to vent — I'm around. My husband's out of townsfolk again, so it's just me rattling around in here."

"Where does he go ?"

"Work stuff. league, client meetings. He's in Ohio this week, I think."She sipped her lemonade."ejaculate with the job. Keeps him busy."

"And you ? Doesn't it get boring ?"

She smiled again — something about it felt dissimilar this time. Like there was a secret tucked behind it.

"Oh, I find ways to appease entertained."

I laughed nervously."I guess being married must help. You know ... always having soul there."

She tilted her head."You mean for company, or for sex ?"

My rima oris opened, then closed again."I—uh ... both, I guess."

Katherine laughed — not mocking, just amused."That's an dependable answer. Refreshing."

I shrugged."I don't know. I guess I always thought grown-up relationships just had ... Thomas More of that poppycock figured out."

She walked toward me slowly, still holding her shabu, and leaned her hip against the table just a groundwork from my knee. Her bikini top was still barely containing her. Her scent — something soft and sweet — wrapped around me.

"You'd be storm,"she said."A lot of people just go through the motions. Some don't even blab out about what they really want."

I swallowed."Like what ?"

Her center met mine."Like what turns them on. What they wish they could ask for. What they need."

My buttock were burning, but I couldn't look away.

She took another sip and smiled."Anyway ... didn't mean value to scare you off. I just like honest conversations."

I nodded slowly, my throat dry."Yeah. No, I like that too."

She turned, walked back toward the sink, and I caught myself watching the musculus in her backwards motility — the soft blood of her waist dipping into wide hips. My thoughts were all over the place.

Then she said,"You know what else helps after a breakup ?"

I looked up.

"Being wanted. Feeling desired again. Reminds you that you 're not the problem."

My heart jumped a short. I wasn't sure if she was still talking about me, or if that line was meant for herself. Maybe both.

I didn't response. I just took a slow sip, trying to play it cool.

We talked a little longer — about college, about the estrus, about her efflorescence dying because she forgot to weewee them. But the whole time, there was this current running under it all. A quiet, electric automobile bombilation that said this wasn't just a friendly visit.

And when I finally stood up to go, she walked me to the door. paw on my shoulder joint. A smile that lingered just a second too long.

"seminal fluid by anytime, Tommy. door's always open."

The whole base on balls back to my house, I could still feel where her hand had touched me.

The lemonade tasted dessert on my natural language, but not as sweet as her voice.

And that towel ? I couldn't contain picturing how easy it'd be for it to fall.

Chapter 2 :

Lemonade and curve

It was just after noon when I finally worked up the nerve to take the air over.

I'd seen her lying out again — same bikini as before, maybe even less fabric this time. The top strained to bear those tits in, and her pelvic girdle curved like something out of a dream. The sunlight made her skin glow. She was lying on her stomach this sentence, legs slightly parted, and I'd been staring long enough to leave what day it was.

I didn't plan on saying anything. I was just going to take the air past the fence, maybe wave, maybe say hi. Instead, she turned her brain, smiled, and called out to me before I even got the prospect to decide.

"Tommy ! You gon na walk past me all summer or you gon na come say hullo ?"

I stopped mid-step, hands in my pockets."Didn't wan na interrupt."

"Interrupt what ?"she said, sliding her sunglasses up."I'm literally just lying here trying not to unthaw. seed keep me company."

I hesitated. My nub was thudding. It wasn't the heat.

"semen on, I don't bite."She grinned."Unless you ask nicely."

That line of credit hit somewhere low in my tum. I laughed, hoping she didn't hear the way my voice cracked.

I opened the gate and stepped into her backyard. The heat hit grueling here — or maybe that was just her. The scent of coco oil and sun-warmed skin drifted in the air. I tried not to stare, but she hadn't bothered adjusting her top when she rolled over, and those teat were half out. My centre didn't stand a chance.

She noticed. I know she did.

"Lemonade ?"she asked, already rising from her chair.

"Yeah. That'd be nice."

"Come in. Too hot to stick out out here."She grabbed a towel, draped it loosely around her hips, and walked toward the sliding glass door. Her ass swayed with every stride, towel doing goose egg to hide it. I followed like a dog chasing a steak.

interior, her house was gorgeous. Open floor plan, spick-and-span kitchen, cool air laundry over me as I stepped in. She moved like she owned every in of the space — graceful but unbothered, positive in a way most people only pretend to be.

"Have a seat,"she said, pouring lemonade into tall glasses."You doing okay these days ?"

"Getting there,"I said."Breakups take time, I guess."

She handed me a chalk and leaned against the counter. No rush, no awkwardness — just Katherine being Katherine.

"well, I meant what I said before. If you ever need anything — even just to vent — I'm around. My hubby's out of town again, so it's just me rattling around in here."

"Where does he go ?"

"workplace stuff. Conferences, node meetings. He's in Ohio River this workweek, I think."She sipped her lemonade."Comes with the job. Keeps him busy."

"And you ? Doesn't it get tiresome ?"

She smiled again — something about it felt unlike this metre. Like there was a secret tucked behind it.

"Oh, I find way of life to stay entertained."

I laughed nervously."I guess being married must help. You know ... always having someone there."

She tilted her promontory."You mean for troupe, or for sex ?"

My mouth opened, then closed again."I—uh ... both, I guess."

Katherine laughed — not mocking, just amused."That's an honest result. Refreshing."

I shrugged."I don't know. I guess I always thought grown-up human relationship just had ... Thomas More of that stuff figured out."

She walked toward me slowly, still holding her trash, and leaned her hip against the table just a foot from my knee. Her two-piece top was still barely containing her. Her aroma — something soft and honeyed — wrapped around me.

"You'd be surprised,"she said."A lot of the great unwashed just go through the motility. Some don't even talk about what they really want."

I swallowed."Like what ?"

Her centre met mine."Like what turns them on. What they wish they could ask for. What they need."

My cheeks were burning, but I couldn't tone away.

She took another sip and smiled."Anyway ... didn't mean value to scare away you off. I just like true conversations."

I nodded slowly, my throat dry."Yeah. No, I like that too."

She turned, walked back toward the sink, and I caught myself watching the muscles in her back move — the flaccid line of her waistline dipping into wide hips. My thoughts were all over the place.

Then she said,"You know what else helps after a breakup ?"

I looked up.

"Being wanted. Feeling desired again. Reminds you that you 're not the problem."

My heart jumped a minuscule. I wasn't sure if she was still talking about me, or if that lineage was meant for herself. Maybe both.

I didn't solvent. I just took a slow sip, trying to play it cool.

We talked a little farseeing — about college, about the rut, about her flowers dying because she forgot to water them. But the totally time, there was this stream running under it all. A quiet, galvanic buzz that said this wasn't just a friendly visit.

And when I finally stood up to go, she walked me to the doorway. hand on my shoulder joint. A smile that lingered just a sec too long.

"Come by anytime, Tommy. Door's always open."

The completely walk back to my house, I could still feel where her hand had touched me.

The lemonade tasted sweet on my tongue, but not as angelic as her voice.

And that towel ? I couldn't stop picturing how easy it'd be for it to strike .