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MICHELLE
The following day, I still can’t get my new neighbor out of my head.
“He has agirlfriend,” I repeat to myself.
It’s like a really sucky mantra I have to keep saying to myself over and over again. Figures that the first guy I meet in a while that I even show the slightest hint of interest towards has a girlfriend.
I grab my tablet and head out into the backyard towards the hammock I've tied off between two large oak trees. It's my favorite place to read and get lost in the written word of my favorite naughty romances. Although based on the sexual frustration I felt before I met my hot new neighbor and how he's amped it up from a seven to a ten, maybe reading this week's book club book isn't the best idea—but that doesn't stop me. I'm a glutton for punishment.
I swipe my finger across the screen and pull up my e-book copy ofMy Buzzing Boyfriend. A story about a woman, not unlike myself, who discovers the gratifications of self-pleasure with the help of a vibrator. That is until she meets a guy that has the potential to replace the device with something
tangible.
I'm quickly drawn into the funny and often awkward scenarios the main character, Kiera gets into. Like the chapter where she is in the airport traveling back to her parent's house for their weekend anniversary party and the vibrator starts going off in her suitcase and the TSA agents check her bag, thinking it's a bomb. To the chapter, where her parents' dog finds the toy in her room and proudly joins the party outside with the other guests, with the toy in its mouth.
The descriptions of the effects of the vibrating toy get me thinking about how I’ve never owned a device like it. But with the growing frustration inside me, my usual tricks to get me off and tide me over aren’t working anymore—not my fingers or the rush of water from my shower head.
I decide to check out a site to order my own vibrator. Maybe it's just what I need to get through this sex drought I've been having and finally give me some relief. I browse the sex toy site looking for the right toy for me. I decide on the Vibrate-Her 5000—with over twenty vibrating settings and a five-star rating. I pay extra for the express shipping so that it will arrive tomorrow. It will be worth the additional cost to finally get a handle on the sexual inferno building inside me.
NATE
I don't know if she's doing it on purpose, but how is a man supposed to concentrate on getting any work done if, just outside his at-home office window, a beautiful woman is lying in a hammock showing off her shapely legs in her tiny shorts?
I’ve been distracted the entire time on my work call. I can’t keep my gaze from wandering up her tan bare legs or my mind from wondering about what it would feel like to have those legs wrapped around me as I thrust deep inside her.
“Nate, do you have the projections?”
My brain barely registers the request, and I sputter an incoherent response.
“Nate? Are you okay?”
"Yes," I nod, trying to focus all of my attention back on the matter at hand. "Yes, let me pull up the charts laying out what we've come up with for the third and fourth quarter of this year."
I fumble my way through the rest of the call, but only because I pull closed the shades in the window that overlooks the small patch of my neighbor's yard where she's laying in her hammock. It's easy to think about the possibility of a future where Michelle is lying next to me, and we are enjoying the sunshine.
My meeting eventually ends, and I decide to take a quick shower. Charlotte is running some errands and picking up the essentials we need around the house and stuff to grill tonight.
I turn on the faucet of my shower and let the water start to warm up as I peel off my clothes in my bathroom. I run my hand under the water and wait until it’s warm enough before stepping under the flow. The water pressure here is amazing, and it feels like it's washing away all the stresses of the day.
I close my eyes and let the hot water wash over me, cascading from the top of my head down my body. An image behind my closed eyelids appears, and I see my gorgeous neighbor standing in front of me. My imagination recreates every dip and curve of her soft body, and I feel my cock grow hard from the frustration that this is only my imagination.
I run my hand down my stiff length, trying to ease some of the pleasurable ache building inside me. The Michelle in my mind smiles and reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. I pump fasters as the bra drops, and her full bare breasts are freed for my perusal. I grunt in pleasure as she tucks her fingers in the sides of her panties and pushes them down.
"Fuck," I moan and reach my free hand out against the tile wall to help hold me up. My hand continues to move up and down, faster and faster until finally, I get the sweet release of my orgasm. If it feels this good with just my imagination, I can only imagine what it could be like if I had the real deal in my bed.
The water starts to cool, and I don't have time to ponder the what-if question that's been consuming my life since I moved in. At least this will tide me over and keep me from making a fool of myself when I see Michelle. I'm both looking forward and dreading tonight. It's going to make it awkward living next door if she has no interest in me. I'll just have to hope for the best and hope that my sister and her need for constant matchmaking won't make it weird.
