Hello, Neighbor

Oh, was that the doorbell?

It’s pretty late. Better not be Charlie wanting to crash on my couch again.

I look through the peephole. Oh…it’s you. The girl who lives down the hall. Shit, okay. I run a hand through my hair before opening the door...

“Hey, I’m so sorry to bother you. I know it’s late. ”

“No worries, I was just -- uhh, what’s up?”

“Yeah, so, um, my kitchen sink just started leaking. I called the super, but he’s already gone for the weekend, so…I think I can fix it myself, but I just wanted to check and see if you had a wrench I could borrow.”

“Oh, no way? That’s unfortunate. Um, you know, I think I’m fresh out of wrenches at the moment. But, uh, I’m happy to take a look at you - for you...if you’d like? ”

“Cool, thanks!”

I swear you’re the only woman I’ve ever had trouble talking to. I’ve tried on numerous occasions to buck up the courage to ask you out for a drink or invite you to one of my sets, but…I don’t know what it is.

It’s not that you’re unapproachable or something. You smile at me when we pass each other in the hall or the parking lot. But I get the sense that you’re more of the instigator when it comes to relationships. Or maybe that you keep everyone at a distance, except for a few lucky people.

Your apartment smells nice, like cinnamon and apples.

I’ve only ever seen little glances of it when we’re both coming and going, but it’s somehow just like what I’d imagine. Warm orange light from a few different lamps, instead of the generic overhead fixture. Plants everywhere you look, stuffed in every corner and on every surface. It’s cozy and peaceful - such a stark contrast from all the turntables and vinyl and computer cords littered all over my place.

“You, um, into crystals?”

I nod at a few large pink gems sitting out on the windowsill.

“Not really, I hate them, that’s why I keep them around.”

“Touché. I deserved that. ”

You smile and shake your head a little.

“Sink’s over here.”

Our shoulders brush as we squeeze into the tiny hallway and into the kitchen.

I kneel down and look in the open cabinet beneath the sink. A growing pool of water is slowly leaking out from the pipe and onto the floor.

“Damn, yeah, you’re right. Might not be able to wait ‘til Monday. ”

“Yeah, exactly. Of course, this would happen on a Friday night. ”

I turn my head and look up at you. I like the way your hair falls into your face. And the way you stand on one foot with the other bent into your thigh. Now that I think of it, I’ve never seen you bring any guys over. I don’t think you have a boyfriend, but I could be wrong. Maybe you’re long-distance. Or maybe he doesn’t exist.

“Um, well, look I’m no expert, but I think if we just close the supply valve, then it should hold through the weekend. Won’t be able to use your sink, though. ”

“Yeah? I mean, that’s no problem, I can just use my bathroom sink for a couple days. Anything to avoid giving up my security deposit. ”

“Yeah, I feel you. Should be right back here. Let me just… ”

“Oh my god, you did it! Thank you so much. Seriously, you’re a lifesaver. ”

“Hey, no worries, it was nothing. The bar I used to work at had that problem all the time. ”

“I feel like I really need to get my shit together when it comes to home stuff. My ex pretty much did all of that... ”

“Ahh, don’t feel bad. I’m actually pretty clueless about fixing things myself. ”

“Says the guy who just fixed my sink.”

“Don’t blame me if your kitchen floods.”

Mmm, it’s so easy to talk to you. I love that beneath that polite smile there’s all this wit and charm. My stomach flips over when your eyes meet mine.

“Well…I’d love to repay you somehow. You’ll have to let me know if there’s anything you need me for… ”

There’s a small silence between us. It’s not awkward…it’s more…tense. You tuck your hair behind your ear and god, I can’t help but hope that’s a sign that you want me to stay a bit longer. This might be my only opportunity to tell you how I feel. It also might make things completely awkward between us as neighbors...

Here goes nothing, I guess.

“Well, if I have to be completely honest…”

“Please.”

“I’d love to…go out for drinks or...”

“Oh?”

“–– or coffee, or whatever. I’m sorry. I just…um, yeah... ”

You smirk. I shut up.

“That sounds great.”

You look completely unfazed. And I’m over here falling apart, stumbling over my words out of embarrassment.

“Yeah? Well, um, great. When are you free? ”

“How ‘bout right now?”

You twist off the bottle cap and hand me a beer.

I really, really like you.

“Now’s perfect.”

You reach over and finger the wet cuff of my shirt. Your fingers grazing over my hand makes my heart clench.

“You got wet...”

The look you give me as you pull your hand away is unmistakable.

Slowly, so slowly, our faces pull together, magnetized. My lips gently brush past yours...

Your hands come up to the back of my neck as you pull me closer, deepening our kiss. Your tongue touches mine and I feel it in my entire body.

I pull your body close to me. Your skin is warm beneath the fabric of your shirt. My hands graze over the curve of your waist and the dimples at the small of your back.

I walk you back against the kitchen counter. I grind myself softly against you, as one of your legs circles around my hips. You tilt your head to the side and I glide my lips down the supple skin of your shoulders.

I circle my tongue around your earlobe and bite down a little.

Your hands come up underneath the hem of my shirt and drag along my rib cage. We break apart briefly so I can take my shirt off. There’s a certain urgency in our kiss, a fire, a need, that I haven’t felt in a long time. But I have to force myself to go slow...to remember to savor this experience. Your hands fumble with the button of my jeans while I lick and suck at your neck. You just feel so good…

Your lips meet mine again and you bite down gently on my lower lip.

“Mmm…”

I let two, then three fingers slip beneath your shirt and travel upwards.

My hands reach your breasts. I drag my palms across each nipple. They’re firm…and getting harder. I squeeze and rub each one between my fingers as you writhe against me.

“Oh, yeah...”

“Can I take this off?”

I pull your shirt over your head, the back of my hand grazing against your breast as I do. You take my hand in yours. I hardly have time to admire your body before you’re pulling me out of the kitchen, down the hall, and into your bedroom.

“C’mon...”

You lay down on the bed and motion me forward, a little grin pulling at your lips. Your body stretches out so long and lithe as you try to reach the handle of your bedside table.

“Condoms.”

My breath hitches in my throat as I join you on the bed and teases you as I trail kisses along your upper thighs and the hem of your underwear. As I slide your underwear down and toss them behind me, your thighs shake a little.

I push your legs apart slightly and push my tongue between your folds. Your legs tighten and squeeze around my head. My cock is hard and pushing up against my boxers as I eat you out.

Mm, you’re getting so wet. I love the feeling of your warm, musky desire enveloping my mouth, my chin, my face. My cock feels like it’s going to fucking explode as I taste you. I run my tongue all over your vulva, exploring your folds. Probe it against your entrance just a bit… And then I envelop your clit with my mouth and suck on it. Slowly, gently, as you spread yourself for me on the bed.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Yeah...”

My thumb teases your entrance as I suck and lick your delicious clit. We make eye contact my cock twitches with need. You are so fucking sexy looking down at me. I pull my cock out of my boxers with one hand. I feel so comfortable with you, like we’ve known each other forever. I lift my head out from between your legs and reach for the condoms in your drawer.

My fingers tremble a little as I tear the package and slip it on. I can’t wait to be inside you. I press the head of my cock against your entrance and slide in…so easily…

Your hands grip my waist, like you’re desperate to keep me inside you. Oh my god…oh, fuck yes!

“Deeper? Please!”

“Fuck yes, just like that. Yeah, just like that!”

Your hands grab at the back of my neck and you pull my head forward.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck. Yeah, yeah...”

Your hands grip my hair tight and your breath is warm and tickles my ear. You rock your hips into me so that the base of my cock pushes against your clit. Fuck, that is…so…hot.

“Oh, like that. Fuck yeah, fuck yeah - fuck!”

I push my hips into yours and we lock into a hard, messy rhythm.

“Fuck, I'm getting close...”

Your hand drifts down to your clit. You press down on it as I continue to fuck you. I can’t wait for you to cum. I want to see you cum so badly.

“Like that? Harder?”

“Yeah, harder. Yeah!”

We stay interlocked, my cock still buried in you as we both catch our breath. I slowly sit up and pull out of you. I drop heavily down onto the bed.

“Wow...”

“Can't form...coherent sentences right now...”

“Yeah, same.”

I turn towards you and sling an arm over your waist.

“So, neighbour, got anything else that needs fixing?”

“Maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll call you next week to come help me change a lightbulb.”