The Neighbor

To welcome him to the neighborhood she gave him a homemade cheesecake.

To be a gentleman he shoveled her driveway.

To repay his kindness, she gave him a mug of hot chocolate.

Then she offered him some hot chocolate.

This is about sex, but there’s a story. It’s about two people old enough to know exactly what they want, and mature enough not to play games when they go after it.

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EXCERPT:

Gail went inside to leave me to my work and I grabbed her shovel and got busy. It went slower than I’d planned because my back was in a continuous cramp, but I pushed through. When I finally finished I stuck her shovel in the snow and leaned on the handle to let the fire in my spine cool and to catch my breath. I was hurting and tired, but glad that I could help a lady.

When I recovered enough to stand up straight I went to her door, walking like a mummy because of the uncomfortable dampness in my sweat-soaked shirt. I don’t like being funky around females so I figured I’d grab a quick cup of cocoa to be polite and be on my way.

I checked my watch as I reached her stoop. My pregame shower was going to have to be a quick one. I thought that maybe I would beg off the hot chocolate if she didn’t already have it made so I wouldn’t miss too much of the game.

Her main entry door was open. The cold winter air had made the glass in her storm door fog over, so I couldn’t see inside. I remembered that she’d said to come on in when I was finished shoveling, but I didn’t feel comfortable just walking into her house. I tapped on the frame of the storm door and waited.

Then I thought I heard music coming from the rear of the house. I knocked again, a little harder. After another few seconds Gail still hadn’t come to the door or called for me to come in.

Now that I wasn’t shoveling and with my sweatshirt damp I was starting to feel the cold. I wasn’t about to freeze my ass off standing outside, but I couldn’t decide which would be more rude, to walk into her house or to just leave and go about my business. I don’t like to assume anything where females are concerned, and this is with females I know. Gail was a stranger. But, she d