Milfs Make Good Neighbors (Closed for tmmmbrrr)

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Olivia Morgan stood inside of her cozy home, watching from behind the screen door as the white commercial van backed out of her driveway. Clasping a ceramic mug filled with lukewarm tea between her fingers, she burrowed her toes into the soft carpeting that had just been installed in the living room and entryway. Turning back into the quiet house and shutting the door behind her, she smiled. Olivia was pleased that she no longer had to use the couch to cover an ugly coffee stain made by her thoughtless ex-husband—the very same stain he’d promised several times to shampoo out, but of course had never gotten around to doing. She was pleased that almost all remnants of him were gone by now. It’d been a year since their separation; redecorating was long overdue.

Shuffling into the kitchen in a pair of knee socks she’d borrowed from the drawer of clothes her daughter had left behind, Olivia set the neglected mug down into the sink. She ran the water for a little while, not necessarily to rinse the cup, but just to make a little noise. It was lonely without Alyssa around sometimes. Despite their closeness, the older woman was determined to give her daughter space and refrain from calling her every time she simply wanted to hear her voice. She would make it another 2 days, until their biweekly phone check-in. Until then, she’d focus her energies on cleaning and revamping her empty nest. She frowned at the thought of being an empty-nester as she made her way to the stairs; the concept made her feel so… old. She was 40 years old and basically starting her life over, but that wasn’t something to mourn. Right?

Pushing the door to her master bedroom open, Olivia shed the thick robe she’d worn over her dark leggings and white camisole while the carpet-men worked. She pulled her hair loose from the hot pink ponytail holder she’d borrowed from Alyssa’s room and tousled the chestnut locks with her fingertips as she paced toward her closet. She did her best to ignore the mismatched swatches of paint on her wall as she sorted through clothes for work the next day, using the natural light coming in through the window to decipher whether a pair of dress pants was navy blue or black.

 

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Ultimately, Olivia couldn’t determine whether the pants were black of navy blue, only that she didn’t want to wear them after all. She returned the wooden hanger to the closet, careful not to crease the slacks in the process. She figured that the weather would be mild enough tomorrow to wear the burgundy cable-knit sweater dress she’d just bought. She pulled that garment from the closet and held it up against herself for a few moments, arching her back and twisting her frame to accentuate her chest. In her humble opinion, her breasts were impeccable. Olivia actually smiled to herself, gloating over the fact that her ex would never get to see her naturally full and perky tits again. She placed the hanger on the knob of her closet door and exhaled, glad to have that task out of the way.

Grasping the waistband of her black leggings and gradually bending over, Olivia rolled the thin material down her long legs. She balled the leggings up and dropped them on the bedroom floor, figuring she could tidy up when she feels good and ready. Who’s going to complain? As she lingered by the window in her camisole and panties, Olivia brushed her thumb over a beauty mark atop her bare, left thigh. She was amused by the fact that the adorable spot appeared the same place on her daughter’s body or at least that was what she recalled. Shrugging, Olivia reached for the hem of her camisole and peeled it up and over her midriff. Her round breasts jiggled when the shirt fabric caught beneath them before lifting free from her body. Suddenly, there was a light clattering sound against the side of the roof and though there was no way she could see up there from her vantage point, she instinctively looked up through the window pane.

 

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Olivia craned her graceful neck as much as she could, eager to uncover the source of the noise above the house. She pressed her hands to the wall and leaned forward, brushing the tip of her nose against the glass to get as close as possible without having to open the window. Her exposed breasts touched the window and she lurched back the moment its cool glass tickled her tender areolas. Glancing down at her bare chest, Olivia lightly rubbed her pale nipples. It’d only taken a second for them to stiffen. Exhaling, she dropped her hands and gave up on seeing all the way up to the roof; the noise had ceased anyway. She wondered if it had been in her imagination.

Only then did Olivia notice the window directly across from hers. She squinted at the streak on the glass, uncertain what could have caused it or which side it was on or how long it’d been there. Carding her fingertips through her thick tresses, she figured just wasn’t as observant as she used to be. She stepped back and out of sight of the window, pulling on the string to draw the blinds. It dawned on her that the neighbors might have seen her topless if she’d carried on staring out there for much longer. The thought made her smile a little bit. Meeting at the mailbox would’ve certainly been awkward. Luckily, she knew that the Grants had left for vacation. But their son, Josh… she’d spotted him playing with the dog when the carpet installation guys had arrived. She wondered if he was still there. Olivia turned back to the window, fingering the middle slat of the blind as she remembered the strange mark on the window pane. Her landline rang before she could take another peek. She scurried to her bedside and answered only to get a ‘wrong number’.

With nothing else to do, Olivia reached into her hamper and pulled on a thick, cashmere sweater. She slipped into a pair of dark skinny jeans and boots, deciding to head out to grab a quick dinner. She didn’t feel like cooking that night and why should she? It took her 10 minutes to make it to the local burger and fry place and another 5 to wait for the drive thru, but she was home in no time. She drove home feeling quite triumphant, sneaking a couple of fries from her bag as she pulled into the driveway. As she exited her car, she noticed activity at the Grants’ front door. She smiled when Josh revealed himself and called out to say hello. “Oh, hi Josh! I didn’t realize you were here.” She wasn’t sure why she fibbed about that, but she felt silly about taking it back. So she wouldn’t. Holding her takeaway bag beneath her arm, she beeped her car door to lock it and asked, “How are you? Watching the house for your parents?”

 

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Olivia passed her fingertips through the ends of her soft hair as she noticed that the ends of Josh’s shirt didn’t quite meet. Unbuttoned, she discovered. It shouldn’t have caught her by surprise, considering he had been home and presumably relaxing, but she felt that she shouldn’t be looking at the younger man’s body anyhow. She certainly didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that she’d noticed. Instead, she clutched her fast food bag a little tighter and shifted focus to the beer in Josh’s grasp.

She couldn't recall if he was 21 or just shy like Alyssa. “I remember when you and Alyssa used to play pretend at drinking with apple juice. Where’s the time gone, hm? Wait--don't answer that question. I just made myself feel very old.” She laughed softly and shook her head.

Her liquor stock was embarrassingly low. She’d have to run to the store after work the next day to replenish.

“Thank you, Josh. That’s very kind.”

She smiled at his offer to help while he was around, finding that Josh was still the polite young man she used to know. There were several little tasks that she could use a second pair of hands for, but she figured he was offering just to be courteous. Besides, she would feel guilty about putting her neighbor’s son to work while he was supposed to be attending to his own parents’ house.

When there was a lull in the conversation, she double-checked that her car was locked and opened her mouth to say goodbye but Josh spoke up.

“Oh, yeah. I had new carpeting installed. It took me a few years, but I finally got around to it. Um, would you want to check it out? The guys did a beautiful job.”

 

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Olivia had trouble determining why she’d invited Josh to check out her carpeting. Why would he care about such a silly thing? Surely, he had better things to do with his free reign of his parents’ home like watch TV, drink beer and have girls over. He probably didn’t want to spend time with his significantly older neighbor. He probably assumed she was lonely and was just being kind by offering to come over for a little while.

As much as she was making herself feel like Josh’s pity case, she made no effort to revoke the invitation. She was sort of lonely and it would be nice to have someone over to her place, even if only for a few minutes of small talk. She wasn’t desperate for companionship yet, but she was also in no place to refuse social opportunities where she could get them.

Josh’s voice pulled the older woman from her muddle thoughts. She smiled when he reminded her of her meal. “Of course. Half an hour.” She nodded and stepped back toward the walkway.

“Just ring the bell.”

Olivia smiled at Josh one last time before turning to disappear inside of her house. As she pulled the warm food cartons out of her crumpled paper bag, she tried to subdue the dumb grin on her lips. She grabbed a plate from the kitchen cupboard and sat down to eat, subconsciously taking big bites to finish faster. All the while, she wondered if she should pop upstairs to freshen up before Josh arrived.

 

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Olivia stood at the kitchen sink and grabbed a sponge to rinse the ketchup smears off her plate. As she scrubbed, she peeked over at the microwave to keep her eyes on the time. Josh would be arriving in less than 6 minutes. And for some reason she was feeling a bit antsy.

She wiped her hands with a paper towel after replacing the clean plate in the cabinet and turned to grab her purse from where it hung on the back of a kitchenette chair. Rummaging through the side pocket for a few moments, she fished out her sleek compact and opened it up. She studied her reflection in the tiny mirror, creasing and uncreasing her brow to see if she had noticeable wrinkles.

As she lifted her brows for the umpteenth time, she realized that she was being ridiculous. She led a healthy lifestyle and she was in excellent shape, despite not following a traditional workout regimen. She wasn’t old just because she was older than her younger neighbor. Still, she quickly powdered her face and retouched her lipstick.

She rubbed her lips together as the doorbell rang, capping her lipstick tube and shoving it into the small zippered compartment it came from. Olivia combed her fingers through her hair and shook it out before heading to the door to answer it. She felt silly for primping for the neighbor’s boy, but she figured he won’t notice anyway. The older woman undid the lock and twisted the doorknob to open the door, stepping into the doorway and smiling at her guest.

“Come in, come in.” She stepped aside to permit him entry, then shut the door behind him once he moved in to her home. “I was just thinking about dessert— though I probably shouldn’t. Would you like anything?”

 

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Olivia smiled warmly, pleased with Josh’s answer. He’d unknowingly given her permission to eat whatever she liked, despite having just eaten fast food for dinner. She could justify a sweet treat by saying that she was merely trying to be a good hostess. “Oh Josh. That’s such a kind gesture.”

Olivia grinned, accepting the brandy and gesturing for him to follow her to the kitchen. It crossed her mind that she shouldn’t open the brandy, considering her guest wasn’t yet of legal age to consume it. But she figured that it would be rude to exclude him. Besides, he was nearly 21 and she wasn’t the fun police. “Well, if you insist.”

She set the bottle down on the edge of the counter and leaned up to grab two glasses from the overhead cupboard. “I went to the bakery just yesterday. If you like strawberry shortcake, we can share.” Olivia peeked over her shoulder at him, seeking approval as she touched the dessert plates. If he didn't like what she offered initially, she could surely whip him up something else.

 

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“That’s exactly how I feel. I mean, unless you’re allergic to strawberries it would seem unnatural to dislike it.” Olivia chirped, proceeding in taking the dessert plates down from the cupboard now that the plan was settled. She smiled as she took the plates to the sink to be rinsed. Even though they were already clean, they hadn’t been used in quite a while. “Sure,” she nodded in Josh’s direction when he offered to whip the cream, “if you don’t mind.”

She peeled a paper towel from the roll and wiped the plates dry as Josh attended to his project. She admired his initiative quietly as she opened the bottle of brandy. She wondered where he had learned to make whipped cream, but he was speaking to her before she had the chance to pose that question. “Well, yeah. It has been a while, hasn’t it? Too long probably.” Olivia bit her lip, uncertain what she’s meant by that last bit. “Thank you. It’s still a work in progress, but I’m pleased with how it’s coming along.”

She poured liquor into both of their glasses, leaving them each half-full. She pushed the bottle back onto the counter, then turned to Josh when he offered the first taste of freshly-made whipped cream. Olivia grinned and stepped toward her young neighbor, unable to resist. Mischief glimmered in her eyes as she leaned forward and lightly licked a fluffy dot of cream from the end of the whisk. She hadn’t done that since she was a kid herself.

“Mmm.” Licking the remnants of the delicious cream from her soft lips, she nodded in approval. “Sure. Olivia is fine.”

 

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“Oh.” Olivia laughed softly, her cheeks warming as Josh caught a smudge of whipped cream on the edge of her mouth. She wasn’t embarrassed by her lack of grace, merely caught by surprise at the gesture coming from the young man. They had never been, and rightfully so, so tactile with one another. It wasn’t offensive, just unexpected.
They eyed one another silently as Josh took the neglected bit of cream into his mouth. Olivia swallowed hard and fidgeted in response to the strange sensation that pulled at the pit of her stomach.

“Um.”

She giggled and shook her head, swiftly turning to the counter to grab their glasses of brandy. She was reading into this too much, obviously. He wasn’t flirting with her. No. When she turned back to her neighbors’ son, the closest glass extended to him, a simple flick of the whisk in his hand sent whipped cream sailing onto her cleavage.

"Uh... my hands are full."

She murmured, her chest swelling beneath the cashmere as she looked Josh in the eyes expectantly.

"Would you mind?"

 

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Olivia knew that she was straddling an inappropriate line by asking Josh to take care of the mess he’d made, but she couldn’t have anticipated his response once the impulsive invitation left her mouth. She didn’t know what exactly she had expected him to do in order to rectify the situation, but she was hoping that he wouldn’t avoid the task altogether. She was hoping that he would step up and show her that he wasn’t just the nice boy next door anymore. She honestly tried not to dwell on why it was so important to see him in this new light; if she did, then she’d have to face the fact that she was somewhat desperate for attention.

“It was an honest mistake,” the divorcee said, holding still even after Josh grazed his fingertips along her cleavage to wipe the now runny cream away. She bit her lip as she watched him bring the whipped topping to his mouth, her heart thumping faster at the realization that he’d touched her body in an unprecedented way. The only way it could’ve been more scandalous is if he’d dove in face first to lick off the errant cream. No, that would’ve been too wicked. Perhaps that was pushing her luck.

But maybe she wanted to push her luck.

“Yeah, I guess so.” She nodded, peeking down at the streaks of cream that remained inside the collar of her sweater. Olivia offered the glass of brandy to him again when he reminded her of it. “Right.” She switched her own glass to her dominant hand and lifted it to her mouth, skipping over any kind of ceremonial toast before taking a generous sip.

A little liquid courage was necessary for her next move.

With the delicious splash of pear brandy travelling down her throat, Olivia set her glass down temporarily then reached for the hem of her sweater to peel the garment up and over her chest.