The new neighbor 2

A week later, the smell of sunscreen and barbecue smoke filled the air. The long Labor Day weekend was culminating in the pool party Kristen had invited us to. Kelly and I, with the kids in tow, walked through the open side gate into their backyard, which was already buzzing with the cheerful sounds of splashing and laughter.

My eyes immediately found Kristen. She was standing by the pool, laughing with another neighbor, and the image my mind had conjured up the previous week paled in comparison to the reality. She was wearing a vibrant turquoise bikini that did an incredible job of showcasing the figure I’d admired in her yoga studio. Her blonde hair was tied up in a loose, carefree bun, and her smile was just as radiant as I remembered.

“Brian, Kelly! So glad you could make it!” she called out, walking over to greet us with a warmth that felt like we’d been friends for years.

“Thanks for having us, Kristen,” Kelly said, handing her a bottle of rosé. “Your place looks amazing.”

“It’s getting there!” Kristen laughed. “Grab a drink, find a seat. Josh is manning the grill.”

Our kids cannonballed into the pool, quickly joining Kristen’s children in a spirited game of Marco Polo. It was nice to see them all getting along so well. Kelly and Kristen fell into an easy conversation, and I grabbed a beer and walked over to where Josh was expertly flipping burgers.

“Smells great,” I said.

“Thanks, man,” he replied. “So, Kristen mentioned you’re a doctor over at Cedars-Sinai?”

“That’s right,” I confirmed. “Emergency department.”

“I can only imagine,” Josh said with genuine respect. “I’ll stick to legal battles.” We spent the next fifteen minutes talking about the ins and outs of our respective professions before the food was ready. The lunch was amazing—perfectly grilled burgers and a spread of delicious sides.

A little while later, after a couple of beers, I headed inside to use the bathroom. I found it just off the living room, stepped inside, and closed the door, forgetting to turn the lock in my relaxed state. I was at the toilet, just finishing up and zipping my shorts, when the door suddenly swung open.

It was Kristen.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

But she didn’t look away immediately. Her eyes instinctively dropped down. It was only for a fraction of a second, but it felt like an eternity. I was still partially exposed, and I saw her hazel eyes widen as they lingered for a moment on my cock before darting back up to meet my own, a deep blush instantly coloring her freckled cheeks.

“I… I didn’t know anyone was in here,” she stammered, quickly pulling the door shut. I stood there for a moment, my heart hammering in my chest, replaying the look in her eyes.

The rest of the party passed in a pleasant, if slightly charged, haze. As the sun began to dip lower, we started gathering our things. Kristen walked us toward the gate.

“Hey, before you go,” she said, pulling out her phone. “We should totally exchange numbers. Since my schedule is all over the place with the kids and you have those crazy hospital hours, it would be good to have.”

“Yeah, definitely a good idea,” I agreed, a strange flutter in my stomach as we tapped our numbers into each other’s phones.

Later that evening, after the kids were in bed, my phone buzzed. It was a text from an unknown number, but I knew who it was.

Hey neighbor. Sorry again for barging in like that. Guess I should learn to knock! 😉

The winky face at the end sent a jolt through me. It was cute, playful, and undeniably suggestive.

That night, Kelly and I made love. It was familiar and comforting, but my mind was somewhere else entirely. As she moved on top of me, her hair falling around her face, I closed my eyes. And suddenly, it wasn’t Kelly.

It was Kristen. I imagined her toned, sun-kissed body moving over mine, the turquoise bikini long gone. I could almost feel the smooth skin of her athletic thighs gripping my hips. I pictured her blonde hair coming loose from its bun, her freckled face flushed with passion. Her hazel eyes—the same ones that had widened in the bathroom doorway—were looking down at me, a mix of shock and desire in them now. I imagined her reaching down, her hands guiding me deeper inside her as she rode me, her breath hitching. The fantasy was so vivid, so powerful, that I had to bite my lip to keep from saying the wrong name. And as I came, it was Kristen’s beautiful, smiling face that was burned into the back of my eyelids.

I drifted off to sleep that night with a smile on my face while my wife slept blissfully unaware of my growing feelings for our new neighbors.