The Neighborhood (Open)

[soliloquy]

Tess Bryght

The roar of an engine brought Tess out of her dream and the porchlight shining through her window blinded her. "Oh, fuck me!" Three weeks ago, she moved into her very own home. And in the three weeks, only two nights had the man next door not awakened her with his car or his porchlight. Her small room gave her no other options for placement of her bed, and the curtains did nothing to block out the light.

Tess stood at the window and watched the man opening his door. "Please turn out the light..." She waited, saw the kitchen light go on, then off; then the living room, and then the bedroom. But the porchlight was still on. "Jerk!"

She looked at the clock. Three o'clock in the morning! What was he? A drug dealer? SHe went back to sleep with the pillow over her head.

All too soon, the alarm clock woke her from a VERY good dream. She groaned and looked at the clock. Seven? It had been going off for an hour. "Shit, shit, shit!" She really had to stop cussing so much.

She raced around, showering, dressing, and feeding the dog. Damned dog seemed to always be under her feet. She gave herself a once over in the mirror, and adjusted her blonde curls before leaving her house.

Racing out to her car, she noticed the neighbor's trash can on the drive. "Shit!" SHe was going to be late for work! She rushed up to her house, fumbled for the key and raced to the kitchen. She tied the garbage bag and raced out the side door to the carport. Tossing the bag in the metal can, she dragged it noisily to the curb. She just didn't care.

Hopping in her car, Tess turned the key and backed out quickly...right into the trash can. She could hear it rolling down the street. "FUCK!" She ran out of the car and down the street to where the trash can lay. As she brought it back to her curb, she heard the screen door of her neighbor's house open, and that familiar, disturbing voice:

"Lady! Is it possible that someone could get some sleep around here? Or do you insist on being the noisiest person in the neighborhood?"

She shook with anger. Her? The noisiest? Maybe if he would take his car to get a new muffler...She would have liked to have taken him down a notch. There was only one problem. She was just the tiniest bit afraid of the man.

 

[majinbuu1234]

Barry Caprara

Barry awoke to a loud droning sound just outside his house. Still groggy, he got out of bed and walked over towards the window. He pulled the shades open to see what the noise was. It was that damn neighbor dragging her trash can to the curb.

Too sleepy and lazy to go out and yell at her, Barry returned to his bed and tried to go back to sleep. About a minute later, he had almost fallen asleep again when he heard another loud sound.

"Thats it!" He screamed as he rushed down the stairs and opened the front door.

"Lady! Is it possible that someone could get some sleep around here? Or do you insist on being the noisiest person in the neighborhood?"

She looked like she was burning up.

"What? You got something to say to me?"

 

[soliloquy]

Tess spoke with clipped words, though her voice was soft. "I would have a great deal to say to you, but I regretably don't have time for tea. I have to get to work. Unlike some people who sleep till all hours of the afternoon and get home at two in the fucking morning."

With that, she turned on her heels and headed to her car door. She could feel those eyes boring into her backside, and she wished she had either the courage or the time to confront this man openly. Unfortunately, she had neither.

She had really tried to be polite with him. Even when he had chastised her for letting her dog in his yard (which was hardly her fault, since the leash broke in her hand), she had merely smiled and apologized. But he insisted on making this a disagreeable situation, so she would oblige him.

She could hear him laugh when she opened her car door so roughly that it swung back and slammed shut. She ignored him. Slipping into her car, she revved the engine a few times for good measure, and escaped down the street to work.

She arrived at her office twenty minutes late. She wished her boss wouldn't notice these things, but she was a definite clockwatcher. Tess endured the lecture on timeliness, and apologized. She then set about the task of making her to do list for the morning. Looking through the memos, she read through the requests for her to make calls to various photographers, florists, bridal boutiques. The memos always made her job easier.

The morning sped by without event, and soon lunch was upon her. She went with a couple of friends from the office, and was all too glad to vent to them about her impossible neighbor.

"Sounds like a class A prick," Nancy conjectured.

"Well, if it sounds like a duck and looks like a duck..." Tess wished she could have a couple of margaritas, but that was out of the question.

Work seemed to go all too slowly in the afternoon, and the last twenty minutes were excruciating. Finally, when that minute hand reached the twelve, she was running out the door. She didn't know why she was running, there wasn't anything to get home to. But, work was just monotonous these days.

Upon her arrival home, she grabbed the mail out of the box, and made her way inside. She dropped her keys in the box just inside her door, and sifted through the mail. There was a flyer from Angie Bernsom, the president of the neighborhood's social club, for an impromptu block party at seven o'clock--That Night!

She grabbed a soda from the fridge and gazed out her kitchen window. From there, she saw movement from her incorrigible neighbor's kitchen window. He was standing there, in jeans and a t-shirt, talking into the phone. By the way his hands were flailing about, she was sure he was yelling at someone. That didn't surprise her.

Tess glanced at the flyer again. Might as well meet some people from the neighborhood. Only an hour and a half to get ready. She went upstairs to shower and change.

 

[EvilSexx]

Greg Tomson

"Yeah, that's right Miss Walker, take it off..." Greg whispered while adjusting his binoculars.

Greg hadn't meant to spy on the neighbor woman--not initially anyway. He had simply slipped out onto the second floor porch to have a smoke one night and inadvertantly seen her changing. Their backyards were connected and the view from the porch went right into her bathroom. There were plenty of leafy trees around and the porch had dark screens, so it was unlikely she had ever seen him out here. Yet there was just enough of a gap to give him a perfect view.

He didn't know the blonde woman's name, so he called her 'Miss Walker' after a character in an old, infantile movie. It seemed to fit the scenario. He knew the entire business was both wrong and foolish. If he wanted to see a woman nude, all he had to do was flip on his computer. And yet night after night he found himself gazing at her scantily clad form. Oftentimes the wind blew branches in the way, or she'd remember to close the windowshade, and he'd get nothing. But still, even a glimpse of her in her underwear was enough to arouse him instantly.

Greg had come out early tonight, while there was still some light, carrying with him a full pack of smokes and his binoculars. It was usually a few more hours before she went to bed, but he came out anyway and waited.

He was quite surprised to see Miss Walker so early. She seemed to be in somewhat of a hurry, she went in and out of the bathroom several times in varying states of undress. Now she was standing with her back to the window, removing her blouse. He held his breath in anticipation as he prayed for her to remove her bra. Instead she turned around--giving him a quick look at her curves--and shut the blinds in one swift movement.

"Damn." he said as he leaned back and exhaled. Then he looked at the binoculars in his hands and shook his head. "What am I doing?" he asked himself.

He wondered why she was in such a rush, and then remembered seeing something downstairs about a neighborhood get-together. Maybe she was going? He briefly considered attending as well, and maybe finally meet Miss Walker in person. "Yeah right, like that's going to happen." Greg generally wasn't interested in parties.

Just then the screen door flew open and Greg's older sister walked in. "Oh my god!" she yelled, "Are you spying on the neighbor lady again?" Greg was so full of embarressment he couldn't manage a response.

 

[badbabysitter]

OOC: Not another fucking incest story!!!!

 

[soliloquy]

OOC: Okay, didn't think of this before, thanks for bringing it to my attention bad...Please, please PLEASE...no incest...that is one of my few no nos, and since it IS my thread...I hadn't thought of it going that way...but just a request. To me, incest is not erotic, and therefore do not want it in my threads...Thank you.

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

OOC: Hey, Sol! How about I jump in here as the sister? I am in agreement with you about incest, so I can steer it clear of that.

Toni Tomson

"I can't believe you are spying on the neighbors now," Toni fumed at her brother. What a perv she thought, as she went off to shower.

Since their parents had died three years ago (she still hated thinking about the accident), she had been the sole support for the family. Maybe if Greg got off his ass and found a job he could afford to find a real girlfriend, instead of fantasizing about the neighbor. Plus, he could help with the expenses around here. The insurance settlement had not gone far enough, and her job, while it paid plenty for one to live on, hardly managed to help her meet the expenses of two.

After showering she slipped into bed, exhausted. Her short red hair would dry in all sorts of strange directions, she knew, but she would shower again in the morning. She clicked off the light and was soon asleep.

*************

The next morning she showered, dressed, and was out the door before Greg awoke. Nothing new there, she observed disgustedly. She decided she would definitely have to talk with him again about helping out around the house. The least he could do was keep the place clean. Absently she looked at the flyer she had picked up from the kitchen table on her way out.

A block party, eh? Might be fun to get to know the neighbors a little better. She began to think about what she could pick up at the store to take.

 

[CNDPhD]

ooc: David Jones, recently divorced exec at a local software firm, 36, 6'1 210, brown hair blue eyes

ic:

David pulled into his driveway, careful not cause the nose of his new sportscar to drag on the pavement. He really couldnt believe he had gone ahead and purchased it. After all those years of "family" vehicles, it was nice to have a real car under him again.

It had been a very long day at work... as they all were.. and he still had 150 emails to go through. Glacing down at his pda, well, he would get to them after a drink or two.

Hanging from the doornob was a bright orange flyer. "Neighborhood Block Party!", "Bring a Chair and a Cooler"

hmmm...

the night might not be spent watching ESPN and sorting out the mistakes of his idiot programers....

 

[majinbuu1234]

Barry Caprara

"Listen! I don’t care what you think! You’re the damn neighborhood president! So why don’t you do something about her. Just today, she woke me up at 7 in the fucking morning with the racket she caused! What do you mean you can’t? If you won’t do anything about it, I will!" With those final words, Barry slammed the phone down and turned towards the window to see Tess's car parked in her driveway.

He could see her fumbling around in her kitchen, before heading upstairs. Barry hoped that she would be attending the party, so he could confront her there. He looked over at his clock and the party was not scheduled to start for another hour, so he scavenged through his kitchen for something to bring to the party.

 

[soliloquy]

Tess looked at herself in the mirror. It was so nice to wear fun clothes. At work there were very strict guidelines for businesswear. She settled on a red woven tank top which fell just above her navel in the front, and fell to the backs of her knees in capelike fashion. She complimented it with a pair of white capri pants, and a pair of red thongs with flowers on them. She had picked her hair out and preferred to wear it wild, harnessed only by a slip of a headband that would keep the curls out of her eyes.

She decided against makeup, but at the last moment applied a coat of lipgloss. With that, she rummaged through her kitchen, looking for something to share. She grabbed a tub of potato salad and threw it into a cooler with some ice. She then tossed in some sodas and a container of fruit salad she had made the night before.

Picking up the cooler, Tess fumbled her way out the door and stumbled down the steps. She managed to stay upright, but her cooler tumbled out of her hands, and before she knew it the contents had spilled across her driveway. "Damn it!"

She hadn't realized that she had said it so loudly. The few neighbors who were setting up in the square turned to look at her. She blushed a furious red. One of the girls from the neighborhood, she thought her name was Toni, asked if she was okay. "I'm all right!" She quickly set to the task of cleaning up her driveway...but not before she had caught the stare of her jerk neighbor.

Soon, the overly chipper Angie Bermsom was helping her with her task. She chattered endlessly about what a good turnout this would be. "Look, even Barry is joining us. He doesn't often have time for neighborhood functions, as his work keeps him away at night."

"All the better for the neighborhood," Tess mumbled.

"Sorry, what?"

"I said, better get some food."

Angie knew she was stretching for a cover. "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. We have plenty of food. Just get cleaned up and join us! And bring some CD's if you want."

Tess sighed and took her mess inside. At least she couldn't fuck up CD's...

 

[majinbuu1234]

Barry

Wearing a blue dress shirt accompanied by a gold necktie and a pair of khaki trousers, Barry looked at himself one more time in his bathroom mirror as he combed back his natural brown hair. He put on a little cologne and headed out the door grabbing a box of cookies along the way.

As he left his house, he turned to see his bumbling neighbor make her way out as well. He was about to make his way over to her, when she stumbled a bit and dropped her cooler. Barry couldn't help but laugh as he stared at the spilled contents all over her driveway. With neighbors coming to help her, Barry decided to wait until shes alone to confront her.

"Hey! Good job there Goofy." He said sarcastically as he walked away with a smirk on his face. But despite how much he disliked her, he couldn't help but notice how sexy she looked in her red tank top.

 

[soliloquy]

Tess managed to make it to the party without breaking any limbs or making a mess of things. She browsed the food, but really wasn't very hungry. Nibbling on potato salad and some delicious cookies, she began to mingle--always mindful to stay away from Mr. Abrasive. Barry--wasn't that what Angie had called him? He sure didn't look like a Barry. A Barry was a computer nerd with a kleenex attached to his hand. This was a wall of a man who, despite her distaste for him in general, exuded sexuality. And to top it off, he dressed well.

She mingled with Dave, the neighbor who had just bought a sportscar. And then she spent some time talking to Toni. Toni wasn't much younger than her, and they had quite a bit in common. They agreed to meet for drinks sometime soon.

Some of the older neighbors made appearances, and Mrs. Schwartz made the blunder of asking the one question that shouldn't be asked. "What's a pretty girl like you doing without a husband?" Tess just couldn't stop her mouth from leaping ahead of the rest of her.

"If I had one, I wouldn't know what to do with him, Mrs. Schwartz."

Great, she was gradually making enemies with each of the neighbors on an individual basis. Why couldn't she control her mouth? She whirled around to get out of the embarrassing situation she found herself in, and came face to face with HIM.

She shook a bit. It was fear, right? Had to be fear.

 

[majinbuu1234]

Barry

Barry was conversing with some buddies of his, when he felt someone bump into him. He turned around to see who it was and was alittle surprised to see his neighbor standing before him. He quickly regained his composture and the feeling of surprise became a feeling of confidence. He could see how intimidated she was of him.

"Well...look who we have here. Why none other than Ms. Noisey herself. I'm glad you could grace us with your presence today."

He eyed her up and down.

"Hmm...what was it again you said to me this morning? Ah yes. And I quote, ...I would have a great deal to say to you..., I'm sure we have some time now. So what do you want to say to me? Or are you too scared to say it in my face."

 

[soliloquy]

Oh! He had nerve! Here they were, in the middle of a party, and he was wanting to have a confrontation? As if she weren't already the black sheep of the neighborhood, and she attributed much of that to him.

She turned away from him and planned to slip away from him in the crowd. And then those words--those taunting words--rang in her head: "Or are you scared to say it in my face?"

"I assure you, SIR, that I am NOT scared to say anything to you. However, I firmly believe that this is neither the time, nor the place, to conduct such a conversation. Do you have no sense of social propriety?"

Damn! He made her so mad that she had to bite down the curse words that underlined her more benign words. She hated it when she was forced into a situation in which she had to fight so hard for control. And on top of it all, the scent of his cologne was very stimulating. Yes, it must be the cologne.

 

[majinbuu1234]

Wow. She was full of surprises. Who would of expected her to actually talk back to him. Although Barry was angered by her accusation of him not having any social propriety, his attraction towards her was growing. Her commanding tone was oddly turning him on.

Not wanting to be embarassed in front of his friends by allowing her the last word, Barry chased after her as she walked away.

"Hey. Who the hell do you think you are? Where do you even get off talking to me that way? Your right. This is neither the time nor the place to talk about this, but we will talk. I don't care if its your place or mine, but we WILL talk about this."

There was no longer a tone of anger in Barry's speech. He found himself almost having to fake his rage just to maintain his reputation. It was getting increasingly hard to stay mad at such an attractive woman.

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

Toni Tomson

Twenty-two and spending her evening mingling with the neighbors. How dull her life was! Toni shook her head in self-disgust as she sipped the Smirnoff Ice she had brought and watched the nosey women gossip about those not present, the smart ones.

Still, the new neighbor had been nice. Tess. It would be fun having someone close to her own age in the neighborhood. They had chatted briefly and made vague plans for getting together at a later date. With work and her brother taking up so much of her time, Toni had lost track of most of her friends. Some were in college, a couple in jail, the rest married. How boring, she thought, to be tied to one person at her age.

Riiiiight she reminded herself. When was the last time she had even gone out with a guy, let alone had sex? The toys she had bought off the internet took care of the physical craving, but not the emotional. And she had to keep her toys under lock and key, what with that perv of a brother loose in the house all day. Where was he, anyway? He had not bothered to even answer her when she asked if he was coming to the party. Probably back at the house, going through her underwear drawer.

Toni watched as Tess seemed to be having some sort of disagreement with the neighborhood hunk, Barry. She smiled at the thought of where that would probably lead. Barry was the type of physical specimen she often pictured when she used her favorite toy.

Oh, and there was Mr. Midlife Crisis himself, David, owner of the penis-on-wheels. Other than that, everyone seemed to have stepped right out of some horrid sitcom from the 60s, one of those they still re-ran on cable.

Toni took another long drink and decided she definitely hated her life.

 

[CNDPhD]

David Jones

Crossing through the small park area between houses, David's mood was beginning to pick up. With a bag of chips under his arm and a dozen Samual Adams clunking around in the ice in his cooler, he figured to be as ready for the party as he was going to get. Laughing at himself slightly, he wondered if anyone would notice he had already sampled the french onion dip... well, what could they expect out of a bachelor...

Still wearing his blue polo shirt with the company logo... he had changed into a pair of jeans. As he got closer to the party he could see a few of his friends, and at least a few people he had never met.

Barry was coming down the street, at least David would have someone to share a few beers with and talk about the ballgames.

hmmm... seems Barry is having an issue with the new gal ... what is her name?? No doubt Barry will fill me in later.

Out of the corner of his eye he catches a glimps of Toni.

David had felt bad for the kids, he had only known their parents in passing - without a doubt Toni was struggling to keep their heads above water. Maybe he should offer her brother a job... he seems like a bright enough guy.

Leaning back against a shade tree, he opened a beer and let the tension of the day flow out of him.

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

Toni Tomson

She could feel his eyes on her without needing to look up. You become accustomed to being undressed in a man's mind, especially if you dress the way Toni did. Her short spaghetti strap blouse rode up even more because of the swell of her breasts. The silver ring in her navel reflected the lights of the party. Her white short-shorts did not cover the undercurvev of her buttocks, thanks to the way the four-inch heeled sandals pushed up the backs of her legs.

Keeping her eyes down, she raised the bottle to her lips and seductively ran her tongue along the rim before taking a drink. If he wanted a show, she thought, then she would oblige.

 

[makman]

mark looked Toni up and down, undressing her with his eyes ever so slowly. God, that woman knew how to turn a man on. The way she was licking that bottle......id love to see that tongue lick its way around......what am i thinking. she half my age.........

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

Toni Tomson

And now another was looking at her, she knew it. Perhaps it was the Smirnoff, but she was beginning to feel a bit wicked. The others were all off by the food tables, and some had even begun dancing to the music. She decided to be bold.

Toni took the bottle to her lips again, but this time, instead of licking, she opened her mouth and slowly let the neck slide in. Inch by inch she moved the glass across her tongue, until the entire neck was in her mouth. She then pulled it back, just as slowly, and licked a drop from the mouth of the bottle as it came free of her lips.

At the same time, she slipped her free hand to between her legs and softly, slowly, began to rub.

That ought to get them, she giggled to herself.

 

[makman]

"jesus christ" mark moaned under his breath, "she rubbing her pussy". mark looked around. there were a few people dancing but most of them were over at the food. mark could feel his cock begin to thicken and push against the front of his jeans. he put his hands down in front of his crotch to try and give himself a bit of cover while he adjusted his hardness.

mark was desperate for sex. his wife had divorced him after 20 years of marriage and he hadnt met anyone in nearly six months. thats a lot of jerking off.

mark looked around again to see if she was putting on a show for someone else but there was no-one.

"hey....you only live once" he mantra-ed as he closed the distance between them.

"hi......."

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

Toni Tomson

So caught up in her own little fantasy show, Toni did not notice the man approach her.

"Hi," he said, startling her back to reality. With an embarrassed look she quickly pulled her hand to her side. She was thankful that it was dark where she was standing as she could feel the wetness between her legs and was sure there would be a spot on her shorts.

"Hello," she managed to reply. "I don't believe I know you. Do you live in the neighborhood?"

 

[soliloquy]

Tess stormed away from him and bent down to get abeer out of a cooler. His words singed their way into her brain. We WILL talk. Despite her bravado, he was still quite intimidating, and she sure as hell didn't want to have this conversation without anyone around.

Downing a couple of beers, Tess made her way through the neighbors, heading inconspicuously to the house. She looked over at Toni, wanting to say goodbye, but Toni was...WOW...Toni was rubbing her pussy! In PUBLIC! Tess smiled. That girl had guts. Ten to one said Toni wouldn't have trouble confronting Mr. Insensitive.

By the time she was making it up her porch steps, her head was spinning, and if she had tried to speech, she was sure she would have fucked that up. The screen door groaned open, and she fumbled around for the doorknob. Grasping it tightly she turned. It didn't give. She turned the other way. No give.

"Well, fuck me runnin'" she slurred and giggled, "I'm fucking locked out!"

Flopping down on the porch, she tried to remember if she had brought her keys to the party...No, she didn't. How the hell was she supposed to get inside?

 

[makman]

"hi, im mark. i dont believe weve met yet. i moved into number 324 a couple of months ago. never really had a chance to meet anyone yet so i thought id make an appearence. i work a lot you see. my wife divorced me, so i moved here to make a clean start. jesus, im rambling. can i get you another drink?"

mark looked her in the eye. toni glared backed at him. "wow, that girl can make eye contact." he thought to himself. mark lowered his eyes to avoid we peircing stare and found himself looking at her beautiful tits. he looked back up at her face. "shit. she caught me looking at her tits!"

mark panicked....."er, er, .......'

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

This guy's old enough to be my father Toni thought as he introduced himself. Still, there was something about older men she always found appealing. The way they talked to a woman, the way they took their time, appreciated the fact that a woman's needs were not as easily met as their own. Not like the boys she had dated. The studs. The jocks were the worst, she tended to hang more with the alternative crowd, the music lovers. She had even sung in a band once, but that wasn't so cool, being the only fem. They eventually split up over her, the drummer and the lead guitarist actually coming to blows. Oh, well, they sucked anyway.

"Nice to meet you, Mark." she replied coolly. "Are you here to mingle, or just to stare?" That should teach him! Looking at her breasts. Men!