1. The Neiborliness of Andrea Williams


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: Mario Caliente, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    She needed to sleep, to be able to get up bright and early in the morning. Worrying about that only made it worse. She was unable to get those business reports out of her mind. Her boss—a bitch of a woman, really—had been non-committal when Andrea finally turned them in. That bothered Andrea. She had busted her butt to finish them, and they were perfect. What a bitch. Andrea suspected the woman was banging the President of the company. Still, sleep would not come. She did not believe in sleeping pills, and therefore had none in her house even if she decided to give them a try. Finally, she gave up, turned the bedside lamp on, and read for a while. Then, she got up and went to the bathroom. On the way back to her bed, she glanced out the window and saw a light on in the Johns’ house next door. It was coming from a window about a hundred feet from her own. She knew it was Brandon’s room. She glanced at her bedside alarm clock. It was midnight. A school night. She looked back at the window next door. Was he studying this late? She felt a sudden pang of guilt: his baby sitting chores had obviously caused him to have to stay up late studying. Michelle had said he was a serious student. She would have to apologize to him. No. He would know then that she watched his window late at night…. Back in bed, the lights out again, Andrea’s eyes remained as wide as nickels. You know why, she said to herself. You know why you can’t sleep! You’re horny, girl! She stirred restlessly and felt ...
    the empty bed beside her. She had talked to Mark on the phone before coming to bed, and wished he were her with her now to…to help her…to do something to her…something that would ease her tension and allow her to sleep. She lifted her head and fluffed the down pillow. Maybe that was what she needed. Or, lacking sleeping pills, perhaps two fingers of Mark’s single malt scotch from the downstairs bar! She got up again and went to the window. It was twenty past midnight now and there was no longer a light on at the Johns’ house. She was glad. Again back in bed, Andrea lay on her back under the sheets, her eyes shut. She commanded her mind to drift, to rise and float away…to wherever it would go. And where it went was…only as far as next door. The Johns’ house. Brandon’s house, to be specific. She recalled how the teen had looked at her that afternoon. She recalled the spark she felt when she touched his hand. It must have been static electricity? But…she had also felt the spark in another part of her body, hadn’t she? Her mind wandering, she remembered watching the boy mowing her lawn just a few months ago, in the heat of the summer. She had scolded herself at the time for watching him out her kitchen window for as long as she did, but he had taken his shirt off and, well, somehow the laundry in the washing machine didn’t seem too important at the moment. A little later she had taken iced tea to him. He stopped the mower to take a break, and she stayed to chat with him for more ...
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