I noticed the girl next door the day she moved in but hadn’t had a good look at her. It was the next day when I saw her again, walking up to the house with her hands full of groceries. I was standing on my porch about to leave but I stopped moving as soon as I saw her, trying not to make it obvious I was staring but unable to keep my eyes off of her all the same. She was gorgeous and petite, slim but with wide hips with plenty to hold onto. Her blonde hair shone in the sun and I could tell when she met my eye that hers were a deep green. She smiled at me when she caught my eye, a playful curve of her full, pink lips. She seemed to hold my gaze until she made it to the porch, where she set the bags down while she unlocked the house. She disappeared inside and I shook my head, making my way to my car. Beautiful women couldn’t distract me—I had other things to worry about. I had my practice, which was thriving beyond what anyone had expected. It took a lot out of me, and I didn’t have time for the momentary distraction of a quick lay.

I ran to work for a few hours, distracted for reasons I couldn’t understand. I kept thinking about women, about how good it might be to have someone around to touch and fuck and love. The thought made me uncomfortable; it wasn’t who I usually was, but seeing a woman so beautiful with a smile so dazzling had distracted me.

I went home still lost in thought. I was at the kitchen sink when I saw her again. I had a direct view of their backyard. The girl was out by the pool, lying on her stomach with no top on, her cute little ass barely covered by the sea green bottoms she was wearing. I looked away, closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose. I started cooking, glad that my stove faced away from the window, though I found myself peeking outside often. She’d shifted so that she was lying on her back, the top of her bikini simply draped over her breasts to hide them. My eyes wandered over the soft-looking skin of her stomach and her thighs. I wondered what her name was and where she’d come from, if she was staying indefinitely or just visiting her friend. I shut the curtains, blocking out the distraction so I could finish cooking and get on with dinner. I didn’t have much to do tonight but I knew that I had to keep myself busy, otherwise I’d just be gazing out of the window at the new neighbor like a creep.

I went to bed that night after not doing much at all but sitting around, occasionally trying to read a book or watch TV. I never had much to do when I wasn’t at work, especially since there was nobody else in the house. When I closed my eyes, I saw the new neighbor all over again, the round curve of her ass and the outline of her nipples underneath the thin fabric of her top. I fell asleep with my cock hard, refusing to give in to the fantasies that were racing through my head. I managed to fall asleep and was relieved when I did not dream of her.

In the morning, I woke up and got ready for work, jumping in the shower and letting the hot water relax my body. I dried off and got dressed, about to go downstairs when the doorbell rang. Hurrying to answer it, opening the door revealed the girl from next door, the one who had been haunting my fantasies since I’d seen her.

“Hi,” she said shyly, though her eyes were almost mischievous as she looked into mine.

“Hello,” I said. “You’re the new neighbor.”

“I am.” She reached out her hand to take mine. “Abby. And I’m afraid I have a problem.”

I shook her hand, noting how soft her palm was, how her skin spread a warmth through me.

“Ian,” I said. “What’s going on?”

She bit her lip, something that made my eyes linger on her mouth. I forced myself to look away, to meet her eyes again.

“I locked myself out of the house. Jay hasn’t made me a key yet and I’m afraid to break a window.”

“Probably not a good idea,” I said, pausing. “Do you want to come in? I know it’s hot.”

“Sure,” she said brightly and slipped past me before I could move, her body brushing mine. I got hard from that contact alone and tried my best to hide it when she turned around to look at me.

“Cool place,” she said and grinned. “Thanks for letting me come in. I’d go back to the pool but I’d have to swim naked—I don’t have my swimsuit on me.”

Just picturing that made my body react even further. I led her into the kitchen and leaned forward against the bar, hiding the fact that I was rock hard and aching thinking about her bare skin, dripping wet.

“Do you want something to drink?” I asked her.

“Water,” she said, grinning at me, with a look in her eye that made me suspect she’d seen what I was so desperately trying to hide. It was a playful look, cheeky, like a girl just waiting to be punished. I filled a glass and handed it to her, and she took it gratefully and took a long sip. She held the glass to her face, then, and I watched as a drop of condensation beaded at the bottom and dripped onto the top of her breast, disappearing between them. I looked away, though out of the corner of my eye I saw her smirk at me.

“Do you live here alone?”

I nodded.

“No wife?” she asked.

“No interest,” I told her, trying to keep my face composed and cool rather than showing the part of me that was aching to lick the trail of water over the curve of her breast. My jaw felt tight and my body was stiff, but I’d had a lot of practice maintaining my composure in stressful situations.

“Really?” she asked. “You’ve never found a woman you’re interested in?”

She said it with her eyes on mine, her voice flavored with suggestion.

“I didn’t say that,” I said, looking away from her to stop myself smiling. Instead, I shook my head. “I’m not the type to settle down.”

“So you make your way around then?” she teased. I snapped a look at her and her smile was charming and playful. “Love women but you don’t want one in your house?”

“When did you move in next door?” Her questions were making me feel overheated and the look on her face, the teasing, made me want to bend her over and spank her round ass until it bounced, red and glowing.

“Just yesterday.”

She stood up from the stool and crossed the room over to the sink, refilling her glass and then turning around, leaning with her back against the counter. Her body arched slightly, pushing her breasts up, and I looked away from her to keep my eyes from lingering on them. I wasn’t usually this kind of man—I could keep my attraction in check. I had to. At times I had beautiful women in my office, completely naked, and it wasn’t hard for me to completely shut off whatever attraction I might have for them in order to look at them professionally. But Abby was different, somehow. And I needed to get her out of my house as soon as possible.

“Did you try all the windows?” I asked her. I saw her raise her eyebrows from the corner of my eye.

“I did. All locked.”

“Surprising she left you without a key,” I said, glancing over. She met my eye and held me there, captivated by her sly smile.

“She wasn’t planning on me moving in so quick.”

“Where did you come from?”

“Just across town. I’m not used to being in a place so soft and quiet. I’m not sure I like it.”

“You prefer things a little rougher,” I said in a low voice. She paused for a moment, staring at me, a smile playing on her lips.

“You could say that,” she said. There was a heavy pause between us as I thought about it, the images running through my head unbidden. The girl with her body pressed forward on the counter, that cute ass in the air as I took her from behind, rough and deep.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” she asked, peering at my face after a long moment of my fantasy. I met her eyes, trying to shake it off.

“No. I don’t.”

“Would a drink help?”

I shook my head. Just thinking about having a drink with her was a bad idea.

“I’m not sure it would make a difference.”

“Something’s gotta get you talking,” she said. “And we have some time. If we don’t talk, what else would we do?”

I could think of plenty of things. I took a sip of my water and shrugged, smiling at her. She was charming, I had to admit.

“I can’t think of anything,” I said.

She licked her bottom lip, grinning. “I can. Let’s play a game.”

“A game?”

“Show me your favorite part of the house,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “We’ll start there.”

I watched her for a moment and she stared back at me. Then she raised her eyebrows and gestured for me to go, and I shook my head at her with a small smile and began to walk through the kitchen. She followed close behind me, so close that I could feel her there, the heat of her body at my back. We went through the hallway to the back of the house, then through a door that led into the screened-in sunroom in the back. It was a beautiful room, large enough to entertain, full of plants and soft furniture. I spent a lot of time reading out here.

“Wow,” she said, walking through the room. “This is beautiful. This is your favorite room?”

“Yes.”

She looked over at me, that smile on her face again like she was teasing.

“Not what I would have guessed,” she said.

“What would you have guessed?”

She sat down on one of the chairs and spread out on it, her long legs crossing as she leaned back.

“Man like you. Always gone. You’re probably only ever here to sleep. I would have guessed the bedroom.”

“I see,” I said, rubbing my hand over my mouth. I stood over her, wondering whether I should sit down. My body was full of nervous energy and I was having trouble standing still. “I guess that would be my second favorite room.”

“I’ll have to see it sometime,” she said, looking up at me with those green eyes dancing.

I cleared my throat, looking away from her. “What’s the game?”

“The game,” she said, then paused to think. “I get to guess what your favorite thing to do in this room is.”

I found myself smiling, an eyebrow raised. She looked around, leaning back on the chair. She rubbed her legs together in a way that was distracting and made me wonder how smooth her skin was, how her legs would feel against mine. “Go ahead.”

“Hmm,” she said. “The bedroom would have been easier.”

“Would it?” I asked her. She grinned at me wickedly.

“Definitely. I think you like to people watch out here.”

I laughed. She gestured across the yard, which overlooked an alley and then another backyard on the other side of the fence. “Your neighbor over there—big eye candy.”

“Mr. Richards is a nice man. But not really my type.”

“Oh?” she asked, uncrossing her legs and looking up at me. I was looking down at her face and only realized how close I was standing to her when her eyes darted to where my cock was starting to grow against the fabric of my pants. I took a step back from her and she followed me with her eyes. “And what is your type?”

I opened my mouth to speak but then the doorbell rang. I looked over at my shoulder toward the door, then back at Abby. She stood up, grinning at me as I started back through the house. When I opened the door, her friend was on the other side. I felt relief spread through me when I saw the girl, Jay, whom I’d met a couple of times at neighborhood functions.

“Hi, Dr. Cunningham,” she said brightly, looking over my shoulder at Abby. Abby brushed past me out the door, her hand brushing my leg as she went. I couldn’t tell whether or not it was an intentional touch, but the look she was giving me told me that she’d been as aware of it as I was.

“Hello, Jay,” I said.

“Sorry about the key, Odd,” Jay said. Abby shrugged, casting me a small smile.

“He kept me entertained,” she said. “Good game, Dr. Cunningham.”

“Yes,” I said, my throat feeling dry. I looked away from Abby. “You two have a good night.”

“Thanks,” said Jay, and I felt Abby’s eyes on me as they turned away and went next door, their voices trailing behind them as they chatted.