The Futa Next Door

It annoyed her that his thrusts were slightly out of sync with the beeping she heard from outside her window. It had been going on for over a minute now and she had no idea what it was, but it was still somehow more appealing than her husband who hunched over her, humping her without passion. Her head was turned to the left towards the window, but the blinds were drawn so she couldn't see anything. When she turned back to look up at Dan, his eyes were shut. She wondered apathetically who he was fantasizing about. It didn't even bother her anymore, it simply became part of their weekly Saturday morning ritual.

It was much easier to deal with the sex when it was scheduled. She could plan for it. There was no risk of it sneaking up and biting her when she least expected it. Even the therapist had said that "sometimes intimacy works better on a schedule." She knew it was important to fulfill her wifely duty to Dan, and if he came quicker thinking about someone else so be it. She'd have more time to go shopping.

The beeping outside stopped. She passively wished it would come back, all she had to listen to now was Dan's groans and the slap of his body against hers. It sounded almost gruesome to her.

"Oh Erin. Oh yeah." He always moaned her name right before he came. Erin thought it was his way of alleviating the guilt of having fantasized about someone else.

She had to admit, the feeling of him coming inside her actually felt nice. She wasn't sure that it was worth the mess, but at least it had a pleasant feeling to it. Little else of sex did. After he finished, he gave her a chaste kiss and rolled off her and ran off into the bathroom to clean himself off.

She lay there on the bed for another few minutes, thinking about nothing in particular. She zoned out and stared indifferently at the ceiling fan which spun above her. When the beeping returned she snapped out of her daze and went over to the window.

With a yank on the cord, she drew open the blinds. Sitting in the next driveway over was a large moving truck. It was slowly backing up the driveway, it's lights flashing in sync with the now familiar beeping sound. Erin had forgotten that she was nude until she spotted her new neighbor. Even from this distance Erin could see how beautiful she was. She had luscious wavy ash brown hair that fell to her shoulders and from what she could see of her face, it was beautiful. She wore tight fitting athletic clothes, yoga pants and a pink spandex t-shirt that hugged her every curve.

Erin had forgotten she was naked until the woman spotted her and smiled and waved. She immediately ducked down from the window and reached up gingerly to draw the blinds shut again.

"What's going on?" Dan had returned from the bathroom, already half dressed. He stared at her with a perplexed expression on his face.

"The new neighbors are moving in. They think we're nudists." Erin laughed.

Dan's face quickly turned into a scowl. "C'mon, are you kidding me? You couldn't cover up before gawking at them?" Dan crossed the bedroom to the window where he covertly peaked through the blinds. "You're always going to be the creepy naked lady now. First impressions matter, Erin."

She rolled her eyes, Dan was always rattling off platitudes as if he was reciting from a sales manual. "Relax, they seem like fun people."

"How could you possibly know that?" He spoke while still spying through the blinds.

"I don't know, just a feeling I guess."

The blinds snapped back and Dan stepped away from the window. "Put some clothes on, would you?"

She sat there on the floor a little while longer, reminiscing. She often thought about the so-called "good ol' days" when she and Dan were young. Like every couple they had been in love, he was romantic and they had hot passionate sex all the time. It was spontaneous and never off limits. He would even come up behind her in the kitchen when she was cooking. Back then all it took was a touch, nothing even salacious, just a pass of his hand across her lower back and she'd know. Seconds later he'd be lifting her up onto the counter and she'd be unbuttoning his jeans. They'd do it there just inches away from the salad greens, and when the tenderloin was dry and overcooked, they'd laugh about it. It was all about their love, nothing else mattered.

It's not like she had aged poorly, Erin was in the best shape of her life. She was actually down five pounds from their wedding day, her breasts were still round and perky, and her ass was firm from her daily cardio routine. She had fair blonde hair, soft blue eyes, and a cute face with smooth skin. She had always thought of herself as cute, not hot, and still got regularly carded. Cashiers would often remark at how great she looked for her age. Sometimes, they even thought her ID was a bad fake. She knew she looked good, so she assumed that Dan must have just gotten bored with her.

She supposed that she still loved him. She had to right? Otherwise why stay with him. "Love is a partnership" her therapist told her. She was determined to be a good partner. Loyal, obedient, and forgiving.

I wonder what her name is.

It was a strange segue. She was more aroused by the memory of that afternoon in the kitchen ten years ago than by the actual sex she'd just finished having. She was surprised to find herself now daydreaming about her new neighbor. Erin had had what she considered mini crushes on women throughout her life, but they were just envy crushes. Women she wished she could look like. Women who had the confidence she wished she had. Women with great talent or charisma. She admired them, and one thing they just all happened to have in common was that they were sexy. It was that and no more. And she had no reason to think that these thoughts about her neighbor would be any different.

She pulled herself off the floor and peaked back through the blinds. Dan was fully dressed and was outside now standing in the driveway with the Mr. and Mrs. shaking hands and smiling wide. Always the salesman, she thought to herself. She was thankful for his success, it had bought them this nice house and paid for their annual summer vacations and Thanksgiving cruises, but he could never turn it off. She would hear him go into his "salesman voice" all the time. She found it disingenuous and didn't understand how nobody else could see through it.

It was made worse by the fact that she was usually shy and let him do all the talking. She'd always regret it after the fact, but in the moment could never bring herself to speak up. These thoughts were swirling around in her head as she quickly threw on yoga pants and a jumper and found herself walking to the front door. But before leaving the bedroom she glanced back towards the window and decided to open the blinds as a little symbol of defiance against her husband. Such an act was out of character for her, but something made her feel brazen this morning.

They'll think he's a fucking tool. He's not going to ruin our first impression with the new neighbors. I won't let him.

She didn't know what came over her. Was it spite? Maybe this was the beginning of a midlife crisis, her own little psychotic break, but she didn't care. She felt good, and at the very least she would be herself.

It was colder outside than she had expected, and as soon as she stepped off the front porch she regretted not taking the extra two seconds to throw on a bra. Her nipples would poke through even the thick fabric of the jumper. She smirked at the thought; this woman had already seen her naked after all.

Dan was engaged in some discussion with Mr. so-and-so and the Mrs. looked on with a furrowed brow. When she saw Erin approach she looked up and smiled at her. She was even more attractive than Erin had expected. She had a beaming smile that Erin couldn't help but reciprocate.

Dan caught her expression and looked behind him. When he saw Erin approaching, barely looking presentable, he glared at her. Turning back to the new neighbors she heard his voice transform into the bright optimistic timbre of making a sale. "There she is! This is my wife, Erin."

The Mrs. held her hand out and laughed. "We've met."

"What? I thought—." When Dan understood the implication he quickly shut up.

Erin blushed. "Sorry about that."

"Don't be! Happens to the best of us. I'm Olivia, and this is my husband, John."

Erin took their hands and introduced herself. She was glad to find that she had been right. They seemed like fun down-to-earth people. She was excited that they were moving in and hoped they would become friends. For the rest of the conversation she could tell that Dan was annoyed, even through his artificial tone. She had heard him do enough sales over the phone to pick up on it. He probably felt upstaged by her, she had been the center of conversation ever since walking over. It was odd for her, and even more so because she felt totally comfortable. Olivia and John were all too easy to talk to.

"Well, we better get back. Lots of stuff still to unload. So nice to meet you both." John said, stepping away.

"Why don't I help you guys unpack?" Erin was surprised to hear herself offering. Dan shot her a look.

"I don't know, I wouldn't want to put you out..." The question made John uncomfortable, he looked to Olivia for support.

Dan spoke up. "Yeah, Erin weren't you going to go to the grocery store?" He seemed to be the most put off by her forwardness. "For dinner tonight?"

"Well, I just feel like maybe they could use the help? I'll go shopping later. If that's ok with you." Suddenly Erin was back to her old timid self.

"Well I think If you want to give us a hand we'd love your help." Her voice was welcoming and kind. "There's no better way to get to know your neighbors than rooting through their things right? And when we're finished, we'd be happy to treat you both to dinner. Dan, I'm sure you have a busy day planned, so why don't you plan to stop by later this afternoon? It was lovely to meet you."

Erin looked over, she could tell he was fuming but he hid it well. The only tell was his lips which were pursed a little too tight. He had been planning a trip to the hardware store today to pick out a new ceiling fan and had planned to install it. She had heard all about it all week, he had complained, but she knew he was actually looking forward to it. Nothing was more exciting to him than completing a physical project with his hands. Doing a man's job. Unfortunately for her, he never saw her body that way.

Dan cracked a big fake smile. "What are neighbors for? I'd be happy to help!"

* * *

They divided the work, the men taking care of most of the heavy lifting and moving in the larger pieces of furniture while Erin and Olivia unpacked and put away items in the kitchen. Erin was happy to have time alone to get to know Olivia better. They had great chemistry from the beginning. They bounced jokes back and forth between one another and Erin felt like she could share anything. She was excited to see where the friendship might go.

She was also excited by Olivia's body. She would have described her attraction as admiration, but either way, she couldn't take her eyes off her. She had a petite frame and was medium height—maybe an inch taller than Erin, but the way she stood with erect posture and the penetrating gaze of her wide eyes made her seem taller. It was a confidence thing Erin guessed. The combination of her thick wavy ash brown hair, her pale complexion and golden amber eyes was heavenly. She couldn't believe how put together she seemed in athleticwear and mid-move, she was without a doubt one of the most attractive women Erin had ever met.

Everytime she turned around, Erin's eyes gravitated to her round ass. It mesmerized her in a way that made her yearn to reach out and touch it. It looked both soft and muscular. It wasn't too big either, Erin reckoned just the right size for a nice handful.

"Do you like what you see?"

Olivia's question caught her off guard. Erin blushed. "Sorry, I was just thinking. You must spend a lot of time at the gym. Your body is amazing—I mean—you're in great shape is all I'm trying to say."

Olivia laughed. "From what I saw, you are too." She continued before Erin had a chance to respond. "I fear you'll hate me, but most of this is just good ol' genetics. I spend far too much time at the office to make time for the gym. It's a habit I ought to break, but the New Years' Resolutions just never seem to stick."

"Oh." Her response surprised her. Erin had been under the assumption that Olivia was a stay-at-home wife like her. The realization left her disappointed as all her hopes of afternoon tea and get-togethers evaporated into thin air.

Olivia continued. "Plus, this is lululemon. Everybody looks hot in this stuff. This stuff could turn a two-by-four and a couple of potatoes into Marilyn Monroe" She laughed again.

Erin had opened her mouth to protest the implication that she found Olivia hot, but started laughing at her joke and afterwards the moment had passed. She continued to steal glances at Olivia's ass, but made a point to be more discrete. She could not believe a woman could have an ass like that without working for it. She envied her.

"What kind of work do you do?" Erin asked as she unpacked a box of delicate glassware.

"I work at a law firm downtown, Madison, Humes and Associates, have you heard of it?"

Olivia had stopped what she was doing and turned to face Erin. Erin worried that she didn't trust her not to break anything. She was carefully climbing onto a step stool to place the cocktail glasses on the top shelf of the cabinet and was focused intently maintaining her balance and not dropping anything. "Uhh, I don't think so. Are you a secretary or?"

Olivia chuckled to herself. "No, actually I just made partner."

Erin felt a knot form in her stomach. "Oh my god—I'm so sorry to have assumed..."

"Don't worry about it, everyone does. I don't mind though. Sometimes it's good to be underestimated, that way you can sneak up and surprise people when they least expect it!" As she said it she came up behind Erin and playfully smacked her ass.

"Ow!" Erin jumped at her touch. almost dropping the glass she was holding.

She jumped a second time when she heard a shout come from down the hall.

"Honey! We're finished with the upstairs, there's just a bit more to go!" John's voice echoed from over by the front door.

"This isn't bad at all. At this rate we'll be done well before dinner." Erin spoke matter-of-factly while perched on a stool, placing champagne flutes into the top of a cabinet.

"We're certainly lucky to have neighbors like you."

"It's no problem at all! Maybe before dinner we can have you both over for celebratory drinks at our place."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose. I feel like we've stolen your entire Saturday."

Erin had finished with the champagne glasses and turned to climb down from the stool. "It's no trouble at all. I've actually been enjoying myself!" Standing over Olivia gave Erin the perfect vantage point to check out her chest. The pink top was far from revealing, but Olivia's tits were big enough for ample cleavage. Erin lingered for a moment before stepping down to the floor, she found it odd how hard it was to look away from her body.

"Well, you've been an incredible help so far. I feel like I've been here blabbering while you've been the one actually getting stuff put away. How about we take a break and I give you the grand tour?" Olivia made a playful gesture towards the hall and then leaned over and whispered, "besides, I want to see how badly John set up the bedroom."

Erin had actually been in this house before, back when it belonged to the Paulssons. They were an older couple who had lived there before their children had moved them into an assisted living center. Every so often Mrs. Paulsson would invite Erin over for tea, and even though her dementia made for poor company, Erin was too polite to decline. And she was too polite now to admit to Olivia that she was already familiar with the layout.

As Olivia led her down the hallway towards the foyer and stairs to the second floor, Erin was glad to follow. Her eyes rested pleasantly on Olivia's ass which bounced happily with each step. She enjoyed hearing Erin talk about their plans for the home and felt silly for thinking that she didn't need the tour; the house would be completely different with Olivia and John living there. She enjoyed hearing her talk about their grand plans.

"—I've never been good with plants, but I just feel like a little potted tree would look so good here in the sunlight." She turned abruptly, "maybe I could have you come water it for me while I'm gone? I'd have to give you a key..."

Erin was sure that she caught her gawking again, but Olivia just grinned and ignored it. "I'd be happy to help. Lord knows I have plenty of time on my hands..." The idea of having her own key made her heart race.

Olivia pranced halfway up the stairs and spread her arms out along the wall. "I'd love to do a photo collage here, vignettes you know? Most people would plaster up family photos or school portraits, but that was never really in the cards for us—no—I think photos from our vacations and travels would be better."

She continued up the stairs, barely waiting for Erin to keep up.

"Do you travel often?" Erin wondered about the other comment about family, but decided there would be plenty of time for heavier topics later.

She turned back from the top of the stairs, and even in the dim light, Erin could see her eyes shine. "I love to travel! Come! Let's see if John has brought the photo albums in yet."

She ran ahead to the master bedroom and left Erin running after her, like a nervous little school girl.

It was eerie being in the house. In so many ways it was the same as she remembered, but she had always associated gloomy energy with this place. She would never admit it, even to herself, but it had felt as if death had hung over this place for the past ten years. Every time she heard a siren out on the street her first thought was that one of her elderly neighbors had finally kicked it. The thought was always met with a strange kind of melancholy. She would feel sad for them, but also glad that their suffering had ended. She had pitied them, and worried that someday she would end up just like them, all alone and afraid.

The barren walls of the house and the cardboard boxes strewn about had a kind of clinical appearance, but in it was hope. It was a rebirth, a time for new beginnings, and Erin hoped that it might take her along for the ride. She wasn't unhappy, or at least she didn't think so, but she had longed for change, to encounter something new and different for the longest time. She hadn't the courage to seek it out for herself so she sat and waited for it. As she chased after Olivia, she couldn't help but think it had found her.

The master bedroom was a sight to behold. It was as if every inch of space on the floor was occupied by a box, or by a box stacked on top of another box. She had broken into a jog along the fifteen foot stretch of hallway that led to the bedroom but found herself having to grab the doorframe to stop herself from colliding into and toppling the boxes stacked up beyond the doorway.

"Are these all clothes?"

She couldn't even see Olivia amongst the sea of cardboard at first , but then her head suddenly popped up from over in the corner. "You should see the walk-in closet! It's why I picked this place!"

Erin awkwardly climbed over the boxes and towards Olivia. She was bent over digging through a box marked, 'mementos' in ornate cursive script. It was the view of Olivia's ass she had dreamt of all day. She couldn't help but notice the lack of panty lines in the spandex and wondered about what kind of undergarments she had on, if any at all. It was the first time today that she identified her leering as sexual in nature and it surprised her. She pulled herself away and turned her gaze to the nearest box. It was slightly larger than a shoebox and set atop the dresser, she casually flipped the lid open trying to distract herself from Olvia's body. What she found didn't help.