1. The Guy Next Door - Part One


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    off the floor, washed my hands and methodically got ready for bed. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Even in my bedroom, my own private sanctuary, I was sure I could smell his aftershave. I read a book. I listened to some music. But when the light was off and there was no sound except the traffic way down on the street below, I couldn’t stop my hand progressing stealthily under my clothes and bringing me to an aching orgasm. He was all I could think of. For the tenth time, I told myself it was over. I was not going to listen to him anymore. I was not going to speak to him at all. In fact, I might start looking for another apartment. A new start. Things had gone far enough. It was time to put a stop to the madness. But the very next evening, there was a knock at my door. It was Sunday. I frowned and then dutifully went and opened up. It was Cooper. In one hand was a bag of ice cubes, in the other were my scissors and under his arm was a brand new tub of Vaseline. “Hi Kat,” he said. “I just thought I’d better give this stuff back to you.” I stared at him. He smiled. So attractive. I should have slammed the door in his arrogant, faux-friendly face. But I didn’t. I said, “I didn’t need any of it back. Well, except the scissors.” I took them off him. He set the ice and Vaseline down on the small table beside the door. “Uh, thanks.” I said awkwardly. “Are you going out?” He was wearing a t-shirt over dark jeans and he smelt fresh. “Yeah. Why don’t you come along?” “Oh. No. I ...
    couldn’t possibly. I have – cleaning to do.” He shrugged. “Okay. Maybe next week?” “Maybe.” I shut the door and collapsed against it. How could he look me in the eye? Was he totally shameless? I sank down onto the floor. One conversation and I knew without checking that I needed to change my underwear. So much for ignoring him. *** It was Saturday night and I’d been working late. I ran the few streets from the underground station to my flat and jammed my key in the door. 20:44. I was late. I’d have missed the beginning of Saturday Night with Cooper. Jesus. The key didn’t turn. Had I left the door unlocked? Surely not! I was always so careful. In slow motion, I pushed down the handle and tentatively went into the flat. It was dark inside. I wondered if the umbrella in my bag would be a suitable weapon against an intruder. I reached for the light switch and when I turned it on, there was a huge shout of, ‘ Surprise !’ I blinked. My ordinarily tidy apartment was decorated with bunting and balloons. My sister Rose, some co-workers and a bunch of assorted friends watched me expectantly, champagne glasses held aloft. “Surprise what?” I asked lamely. “It’s not even my birthday.” “You never had a housewarming party,” Rose said, “So this is it.” I leaned against the door. “Jeez. You gave me a goddamn heart attack. How’d you get in?” “Your neighbour. He had a spare key from the last person who lived here. He helped us carry up the cake. Oh, and the champagne.” Rose belatedly handed me a ...
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