A Good Neighbor

When I first saw my new neighbor, She was wearing tight faded denim overalls, white sneakers and nothing else. She was struggling to shift a recliner through the door of the house-for-rent, next door. Her sunfaded blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail that trailed down her pale, half-naked back, and down past her butt. Sweat was running down her long neck and upper back and into parts hidden by the overalls. She was bent over slightly, trying to maneuver the oversized chair through a door much to small. Her little rounded butt stuck out a bit in the process.

I had stayed home from work because I hated it and I was taking my monthly sick day. Every month I deliberately stayed home sick, so I could swim in my pool, watch crappy daytime television and scratch myself without anyone giving me dirty looks. I worked selling cellular phones, which anyone can tell you is a boring job. I would describe it as a profession without a soul.

It was getting close to one in the afternoon and I had finally woken up enough to go get my morning paper. I was wearing my ratty gray sweat-pants and an old Rocky Horror wife-beater with the "good" doctor on the front. My redish blonde hair was hanging loose about my shoulders and really, really needed washed. I was considering leaning over the tub to wash it out with dish-soap, or cramming it under a baseball cap to keep it out of my face. At work I kept it back in a neat ponytail, but my day off was different. I didn't give a shit what I looked like. For that matter, I hadn't shaved either. It made my chin itch.

I had stepped out on my front step, avoiding the dead bird my tomcat Marcus "Tony" Antonious had left me, and started padding down the path to the sidewalk. The damned paper boy always left it at the end of the path. How hard would it be to throw it a bit more toward the house? I was scratching my ass when I saw her bent a bit over, pushing. Needless to say, I stopped to watch.

After a few minutes of struggling, she gave up and turned around. In the process, she spotted me staring at her. Even from across the yards, I could tell she was covered in sweat. It was also obvious that she wasn't wearing a t-shirt under her overalls. She leaned back against the lodge chair. "Are you going to stand there watching me struggle with the damned chair, or are you going to help?

I stopped scratching myself sheepishly. "Sorry... I just woke up. I'm not really firing on all thrusters yet.", I said lamely. She arched an eyebrow in her cute, pixie face and smirked.

"Glad you could join the world."

I padded over to her across our shared lawn. I stumbled a bit as I stepped over the low hedge and then screamed a bit as I stepped on a sharp twig. I was limping when I finally reached her. She was smirking at me, but not in an unfriendly way.

She held out a slender, soft hand and we shook. It did interesting things to her chest that I tried to ignore. It was hard, because the top of her round, soft mounds were poking out of the top of the overalls and were glistening. I sure wasn't looking at her firm, slender arms. "Hey there Frankenfirter. I'm Kara." I forced myself to look her in the eyes. That didn't help much.

"Hi, I'm Roger. I live next door." I had made another brilliant statement. It was hard to think. She had lovely almond shaped emerald eyes, an little nose that turned up at the end and soft pink lips that obviously weren't covered with any chemical products. It didn't look like she was wearing any make-up, but the sweat running down from her scalp was all the decoration it needed.

"Look Roger, I'm going to go in the back door and start pulling. You stay here and push, O.K.?" Her voice wasn't nasty, but it didn't allow for arguements either. I nodded assent. As she turned to walk away, I got a quick, intereging glance at the side of one of her breasts as it pushed at her overall bib top.

In a minute she was shouting for me to push. The chair was wedged in pretty well, but after a few minutes of shoving and shaking it, we managed to move it through the door. We set it down immediatly. I wasn't sure about her, but my arms and back were shaking with the effort. I wasn't exactly out-of-shape, but this was a bit beyond my normal half-hour on my rowing machine.

The girl turned and sat down on the chair. She had slipped a pink bikini top under her overalls. That was O.K. with me. It had been a bit to hard to avoid looking at the wrong places anyway. She stretched back in the chair, arching her back, with her arms at her side. "Crap, that made my back tight. Thanks for helping me with that."

I found myself staring down at her. It was a bit uncomfortable since from this vantage point I was seeing a bit more than a swelling of breasts. In fact, I could see the deep shadow of her cleavage. I felt myself getting excited and immediately sat down on the floor to hide it. She stared down at me with an odd expression on her face.

"If you help me with my last few big pieces, I'll make you some lunch, umm.. breakfast. I have bread, peanut butter AND jelly." I shrugged and nodded.

Kara got up and leaned over me with her hands out. "Come on Frankenfirter. I let her pull me to my feet. For a moment I found her chest pressed up against my upper stomach. I back away quickly, without trying to look like I was doing so. I also walked slightly stooped over, like an old man. Soon I was hidden by the boxes and chairs I was carrying though. We had a fun hour carrying in the last of her stuff and making bad jokes.

Finally the job was over and we were stading in her living room, surrounded by boxes stacked along each wall and furniture crammed in where ever it would fit. She offered to make me a P. B. and J.

"Look, your not even situated yet. Why don't you come over to my house. I have beer in the fridge, some pizza Hot Pockets and a bag of Wavy Lays. We can sit out by the pool."

Kara gave me a warm and friendly smile. "Sure, I'll make it up to you by having you over for dinner later in the week. For a real dinner though, your going to have to come early and help me move furniture around." At first I had just seen her as a cute girl, but she had shown a good sense of humor while we are moving boxes. I wanted to get to know her better. The prospect of speding more time together, whether we were moving furniture, or eating a meal, appealed to me.

OCC: I want a decent writer to write this with me. I want someone to rewrite my post from Kara's point of view and then carry the story on for a bit more. I will then rewrite the new story section from Roger's point of view. I know this is a bit different approuch to things, but I thought it would be fun. I am looking for someone who likes to write longer posts, rather than two paragraph posts. PM me if your interested.

When Kara took her first look at her new house, the first thing that went through her mind was, I should have hired professional movers.

Kara was just moving out of her downtown apartment and up into the rental house, more suburban and closer to the campus. She had loaded her entire apartment into one U-Haul with considerable effort. Crammed was probably a better word than loaded, she ruefully admitted to herself. She was on a budget after all, and had ended up taking a moving van that might have been just a size to small, squeezing and pushing till she managed to make everything fit.

She was pretty proud of that, even if it did seem pretty ironic that the entire collection of her life could fit into one moderate sized moving van. On the other hand, unloading the thing was much more of a problem.

Kara pulled her long hair back into a ponytail suitable for some hard work, smoothing her overalls as she stepped up the loading ramp and reached up to pluck a folded mattress. With a few hard tugs, Kara yanked it out and lugged it into the house, shoving it through the door and dropping it with a thumb in the empty living room.

She went back and grabbed a heavy box of plates in the back right corner, hustling to the house with the clatter of dishes, muscling the box into the kitchen and setting it down with a rattle on the kitchen counter.

Her day progressed for about an hour as she continued to unload the U-Haul. A few curious neighbours, early risers for the most part, came out to stand on their driveways and peer at her as she unloaded the van. None offered to help, which piqued Kara abit. And here she thought the suburbs were friendlier.

She had worked quite a sweat by the time she dragged the recliner down the ramp. Her blonde hair was darkened and matted and her sides were damp in a way that actually made the summer air feel cooler than she would have expected.

Loading the big pieces first seemed alot brighter before I realized I'd have to unload them last, she thought to herself as she dragged the reluctant chair up to the front door, trying to pull it in.

It caught.

Kara hopped over the chair and out into the doorway. The front leg was pinned on the door. She tugged it, shifting it and pushed.

It caught.

Now the back of the chair was wedged against the frame. Kara tried tilting it half way and pushing.

It caught.

After a few minutes of pushing and shoving, Kara gave up with a huff, breathing heavily. It was pretty clear that she wasn't going to get the chair in through the front door by herself. Great.. now what? Wonder if I can get it in the back door? she contemplated, turning away slightly, plucking at the back of her denim over alls. They felt heavy and wet with sweat, almost rigid against her backside.

As she turned, she found her new next door neighbour standing there, staring at her with a remarkably blank expression on his slightly scruff face.

Oh, that's it, Kara thought peevishly. "Are you going to stand there watching me struggle with the damned chair, or are you going to help?" she demanded a bit irritably.

He stopped scratching himself. He was remarkably unkempt... definitely not an early riser. Kara wasn't sure if he'd just rolled out of bed or if he hadn't sleep in a week. Either might be the case from his slightly scruffy appearance.

Surprisingly, he wasn't chased off by her admonshment, and actually came over to help. Well, even in the suburbs, people couldn't be all bad, she figured.

They exchanged introductions and shook hands smartly. His eyes wandered down to the top of her overalls as they did. Should have worn a bra, Kara thought to herself. She was slenderly built enough to make her breasts stand out, especially when they wobbled beneath the overalls.

After they were introduced, they both turned their attentions to the stubborn chair. Kara puzzled over it for a moment. It became clear that Roger was mostly content to follow her lead about the move. "Look Roger, I'm going to go in the back door and start pulling. You stay here and push, O.K.?" she asked him, then turned and headed around through the wooden gate and around to the side door, opening it and stepping inside.

Kara paused for a moment to grab one of the garbage bags of clothes in the kitchen, opening it and rummaging through for a bra. She couldn't find one and settled for a pink bikini top instead. She unclasped her bib overalls, letting the top fall open as she pulled on the pink top, clasping it behind her back. Her breasts were a good deal rounder than most people expected from a woman with her build, but she exercised carefully. Kara looked down at the bag of clothes for a moment, contemplating digging around for some panties, or at least the matching bikini bottoms. Ah hell with it, she decided. She didn't want to waste time and let her dragooned helper wander off while she changed or to pull off her overalls entirely to change. Besides, she would have only gotten her clothes sweaty and crumpled anyways.

Kara pulled her bib top back up and headed to the front door, grabbing the arm of the chair. "Okay! Now, push!" she said over it to Roger, pulling. He pushed and after a few moments of juking it back and forth, with a reluctant scrape, they managed to squeeze it through the door way and into the front foyer.

Kara huffed another sigh as they got it through. She was fit and athletic, but most of her exercise was cardio and designed to stretch and slenderize, rather than build furniture moving muscle. She plopped down in the chair, stretching her aching back carefully, closing her eyes for a moment as she tried to release the hard knots built up in her muscles.

After a moment, she let her eyes pop open. Roger was looming over her a bit awkwardly, then sat down on the floor cross legged, which struck Kara as remarkably out of place. She gave him an odd look. Roger seemed like a bit of a unique character, but then, he had been nice enough to help her out.

Great... I still gotta move the big pieces in, Kara thought to herself unethuisiastically. She gave Roger a look. Maybe I can get him to give me a hand.

"If you help me with my last few big pieces, I'll make you some lunch..." Kara began to offer, then considered his scruffy, just out of bed look, "umm.. breakfast. I have bread, peanut butter AND jelly," she said with a winsome smile and flutter of her eyelashs.

He shrugged and nodded.

"Great," Kara said, pushing off the chair and reaching down to take his hands, pulling him up. They brushed against each other as Kara slid past to the door. He followed along after.

They unloaded the rest of the U-Haul without too much incident, carrying in boxes, a few chairs, the frame of her bed, and a few low tables. Kara was pretty much content just to get everything in the house for the moment. I'll sort it out and arrange later, she thought to herself as she lumped in a low wooden coffee table that had previously adorned her apartment living room.

Kara looked around the living room, which was now surprisingly packed with boxes upon boxes. "Well, how about that PB and J?" she offered with a smile to Roger. He'd been a good worker once they'd gotten into the rhymthm, and they'd exchanged enough jokes to make moving more pleasant.

Kara was pleasantly surprised when he offered to have her over for lunch instead, accepting quickly.

A short minute later, they were back in his house. He's even less organized than I am, Kara mused as she looked around at the generally clutter of his house as he popped the two hot pockets into the microwave and reached back to the fridge to grab a beer.

"Just water for me, Roger," she declined with a grin. "Beer'd go right to my head now."

Kara looked around his house as he poured her a glass of water, taking it and spping it with a sigh. "Thanks. Is there anywhere to sit around here? I'm all sweaty and disgusting, I don't want to get your chairs wet," she asked him, sipping the glass of water again.

"Let's just go sit in the back yard," he suggested as the microwave beeped it's readiness. He opened it and set the two hot pockets on a plate and the two headed out a sliding glass door.

Kara took a seat on a white plastic deck chair, sitting in about the middle, her feet on the ground as she picked up her hot pocket and blew on it. "Thanks Roger. I really appreciate your help.. and the hot pockets," she added with a mischevious, quick grin.

"No problem," he began, then stopped with a sheepish look. "Forgot my beer," he muttered, heading back inside for a moment.

Kara turned on the deck chair to look over his pool. It was a pretty nice one. Shifting, she leaned forward, trying to mentally count the length of it. A bead of sweat trickled down the small of her bare back and downwards into the low cut back of her over alls. Kara was rather enjoying the feeling of air on her tail bone.

After a moment, the door slide once more and Roger returned.

"Nice pool," Kara complimented him, finishing her pizza pocket and her glass of water. "Do you swim alot?"

Kara nibbled at her hot pocket gingerly, careful not to spill the hot stuffing onto her hands or to burn her tongue. She looked around the backyard quizzically as Roger sipped his beer, listening to his background but responding with a non-commital "Hmm."

Kara finished her hot pocket and set her hands in her lap, wiping her fingers on her dirty overalls discretely to wipe off a bit of the oiliness, then looked up at him and shrugged with a small smile, "I'm a graduate student and I've been teaching classes. I needed to be nearer the campus, so I can get more research done. The internet is fine for research, but there is a lot you can't access yet."

Roger seemed a bit taken aback by that as he settled back in his chair. That struck Kara as odd, given how close the suburb was to the campus. She would have thought a good number of students and personnel would have lived out here. Indeed, Kara had initially taken Roger himself for a university type with his unkempt hair that she normally only saw on the activist types in the Social Sciences.

"Hey, I am really hot and sweaty. I'm going to go jump in the pool for a second. I'm not trying to be rude, but I feel like I just had honey dropped on my head, then crawled down a country dirt road," he told her. Kara quirked an eyebrow, suppressing a chuckle at that particularly odd statement, which seemed out of place on a city boy from Detroit. She considered commenting, but instead shrugged and replied, "Sure, it's your house."

Roger stood and began dropping his pants, which made Kara's eyebrows shoot up again, despite his explanation about the trunks. She shook her head in amusement, then said in a light tone, "You have a swimsuit on under your pajamas? Is that a new fashion trend I missed? Should I contact Vogue."

Roger flushed a bit as he pulled off his shirt, revealing a chest that was a bit hairer then she prefered, but at least showed some definition. He truly did swim a bit it seemed. "Hey, I'm sorry. I should have asked if you wanted to use the pool. I saw you have a bathing suit under those overalls. Do you want to join me?" he asked.

Now it was Kara's turn to blush uncomfortably. She'd slipped on a bikini top, but hadn't bothered wearing bottoms. "Uuhh.. I'm not sure.. I think I'll pass," she demured, tugging the leg of her overalls slightly, smoothing out an imaginary wrinkle.

Roger shrugged and began a run up, flinging himself forward and spinning, crashing into the pool with the heavy slap of flesh meeting water. Kara gave a yelp as the splash of displaced water spray her. She wiped her face off and shook her head at his antics, which combined annoying and endearing in equal measure.

"You know, that reminds me, I need a shower," she said archly as soon as he came up for air. "Thank you for the hot pocket, neighbour."

Kara rose and dusted herself off, heading to the gate and opening it, crossing the driveway and stepping into her own cluttered home. She closed the door behind her, automatically hitting the lock. She'd been a city girl for a long time after all.

Kara looked around at her array of boxes, then sighed. Unpacking would take a while and she was still sore from unloading everything. And she had to return the U-Haul to the rental place before 8 or pay for another day. "Hell with it, I really do need a shower first," she muttered to herself, going over to the garbage bag that she had put most of her clothes in. She rummaged about for a bit, pulling out a thick wool towel and threw it over her shoulder, then padded up the stairs, heading to her new bathroom.

Her bathroom was still bare as she hadn't unpacked any of her sundries yet. Kara tossed her towel over the towel rack then head over to the bathtub, pulling the knob to turn it on. The water sputtered, reminding her that the utilities had only been reactivated today. Kara decided to let the water run a moment while the pipes built up pressure.

She walked down the hall to the room that would be her bedroom... as soon as she assembled her bed. It had a big bay window. The second bedroom had floor to ceiling window panes. The realtor had told her that the past couple had been gardeners and coverted it to a sun room.

Kara unstrapped her bib overalls, which flopped open rather limply, still wet and heavy with sweat. She kicked off her shoes as she shimmied out of her overalls, letting them pool at her feet, then straightened, unclasping her bikini top and dropping it on her overalls. Lastly, Kara tugged out the band in her hair, letting her matted locks fall loose, then turned and padded back to the bathroom to slip into the shower.