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Chapter One - Hello There
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Ben looks through his blinds to see a moving van pulling into the next driveway over. He watches for a moment and sees a guy jump from the cab and open the back of the vehicle. Ben leaves the window and turns back to his project. He stares at the ominous blank canvas and sighs. There is nothing he wants to paint. There is no inspiration, no muse... nothing. When was the last time he had a solid, concrete idea? A week? A month? Longer? Feeling frustrated with himself, he shuts his eyes, rubs his face with his hands and eventually pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling harshly. He needs motivation to paint... but it seems like he will get nowhere today. Not by simply staring at the problem.
He gets up from his chair and peeks through the blinds once more. This time there are two cars parked in the driveway. A grey jeep and a small white SUV. The back doors are open, along with the trunks and he sees an African American man pulling boxes from the backseat of the SUV. He heads toward the small two-story house and enters. Then as he comes back out, the man that exited the van follows him. They take box after box into the house and Ben sighs. The two don’t interest him; not in the slightest.
He goes to move his fingers, to leave the window; when another person catches his eye. Out of the house comes a woman with dark flowing hair and tanned skin. She jogs to the tan man’s side and takes a lamp from his hands. She flashes him a bright smile and Ben watches as she goes back into the house. He gulps and keeps his eyes on the door. Who is she? Where did she come from? What’s her name? Her age? Her bra size? Her favorite pizza topping? He keeps watch out the window and soon she reappears. She walks to the white SUV and grabs a box from the trunk. Is that her car? One of the two men’s? If it’s hers... is it clean? Or is it messy? Does it smell like a car should or old fast food? What if the jeep is hers? Would she drive with the top down, or up? Did she only buy it for the look or is she an outdoorsy kind of girl?
He watches as her long legs take her up the driveway and back inside; away from his gaze. Ben looks to his blank canvas and shuts his eyes. He needs to be closer. He needs to see her, face to face. He needs to speak with her; to hear her voice. To touch her skin...
He could offer to help… they’re moving in so they could use it. He could be the friendly neighbor. Not the creeper who watches her from the window. Ben takes a deep breath and heads to the door. He walks out into the sunshine, to his mailbox and opens it. He grabs the letters and bills and turns to see her and the tanned man out by the cars. From the sound of it, they're arguing. Something about how to get the television inside. This is his chance. He has to take it before it’s gone.
Ben heads over to them and waves his hand. The tanned man waves back and smiles.
“Hey there.” Ben starts. “I’m Ben. I live next door.” the man reaches his hand out and they shake. And... the woman turns around. Her eyes are hazel. Deep and knowing. Breathtaking. A smile goes across her face and the man speaks.
“I’m Poe. This is Rey.” Rey... sweet and simple.
“Nice to meet you both.”
“Nice to meet you.” he hears her say. Her voice is just a pretty as her eyes. He wishes he could come up with something to compare it to but he can’t. Her voice is something he’s never experienced before. She’s new... entirely.
“I was just checking my mail when I saw you out here.” he says. “Would you like some help?” Ben asks.
“Oh no. We’re fine really. We don’t want to bother you.” she says.
“It’s no bother. I’m happy to help.” the woman... Rey, her name is Rey... smiles up at him.
“Okay. Thank you... Ben.” he smiles at the sound of his name on her lips and puts his mail on top of the SUV.
“What can I do?”
“You can help me with the TV.” says Poe. Ben just nods his head and begins to help his new neighbors move in.
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An hour later everything is pretty much done with and Ben sort of wishes he hadn’t offered to help. He had spent too much time with the men and not Rey. Too much lifting and moving things around while she was off in a different room doing god knows what. But he does spy her once in a while, taking box after box into the various rooms. He wants to be with her, not with these two...
“Okay, let’s go.” he hears. Ben turns to the voice and sees Finn, holding up the left part of the couch. Ben lifts his end and moves it to where Poe points to. They set it down and Poe nods.
“Great. Now just the end tables and we’re as good as done.” Ben nods and wipes a bead of sweat from his brow. “Sorry to keep you so long, man.”
“It’s no problem. I wasn’t busy and I know I could have used some help when I moved in.” the men laugh and a shadow catches his eye. He turns to see Rey standing at the entrance to the hall with a tray of glasses.
“Thirsty?” she asks as she walks in.
“Thanks peanut.” says Finn as he takes a glass. Ben perks up at the nickname and watches as he kisses her cheek.
Fuck, they’re together!
Poe takes a glass next and she comes up to Ben. He takes the last glass and smiles.
“Thank you.” he takes a deep drink of the ice water and licks his lip once he’s done. She tucks the tray under her arm and sighs.
“Almost done boys?” she asks.
“Yes dear.” Poe say. Ben hears the sarcasm in his voice and watches as Rey rolls her eyes.
“Almost, just the last little bit.” says Finn. “How’s the sorting coming?”
“Good, every room is filled with boxes, filled with junk. It’ll take a couple days to get through but it won’t be too bad.” He watches her mouth as she speaks and tries to imagine how nice they would feels against is own, when she turns to him and smiles. “How long have you lived next door?” she asks.
“Um... a couple years now.”
“Do you live alone? Or do you have a wife and kid tucked away?” she asks with a laugh. Ben smiles. She wants to know about him. She wants to know if he’s single or not.
“No, no wife or kids. It’s just me.”
“Why such a big house then? If you don’t mind me asking?” asks Poe.
“I just like having my space.” he says as he shrugs his shoulders. Poe nods his head and Rey sighs.
“Okay, well I’m off to do more sorting. If you need help, holler.”
“Will do.” says Finn. Ben can’t help but watch her leave the living room and once she’s gone, he turns back to the guys.
“Mind helping us with the rest?” asks Finn. Ben just nods his head and runs his finger over the small diamond indentions in the glass before setting it down. Why would she want to know if he was single if she’s with Finn? Maybe she’s a cheater? Perhaps a swinger? What if this is some throuple situation. If it’s the swinger thing… he could get behind it… if he could be allowed to touch her skin and kiss those plush lips. He isn’t into group activities but... if he could have her... he’d try anything.
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Ben shakes hands with Finn and Poe before walking out of the door and offering his help with whatever they need. He wanted to say goodbye to Rey but she was on the phone with someone named ‘Rose’. She did wave and smile but... he would have preferred to hear her voice. He walks across the driveway to his property and heads inside. He locks the door behind him and heads to his so-called office.
Ben takes a seat in front of the blank canvas and turns it away from him. Not paint. Not yet. He grabs a sketch pad from the pile to his left and searches for a pencil. He flips to a blank page and starts to draw. The shape of her cheeks, her neck... the way her hair flowed around her shoulders. Her button nose and deep eyes. He finishes the quick sketch with a constellation of freckles over her cheeks and smiles down at the paper Rey.
Perfect...
It’s a pretty swell likeness, if he does say so himself. He erases a line or two and sets his pencil down. He looks at his work and can’t help the ideas roaming through his mind.
He knows he shouldn’t... he doesn’t even know anything about her really. Her last name... her panty size... what her saliva or cum would taste like...
He doesn’t normally do this so soon. He prefers to know the person he jacks off to, but... he needs to let off some steam. Being around her, even for that small amount of time, has made him hotter than ever. Her voice, her eyes, her shapely ass and pert tits...
Ben groans at the memory of her cleavage. He was able to sneak a peek while she bent down to grab a box from the hall and he...
“...fuck.” Ben undoes the button on his pants and quickly takes down the zipper. He releases his cock from his underwear and takes hold of the already leaking appendage. She already has a hold on his mind... and his body. He moves his gaze from himself to the fake Rey he has created. It is as close to her as he can get for now. He hopes one day he’ll be able to have the real thing, but for now… this will have to do.
He slowly moves his clenched fist down his length and squeezes the base before bringing his hand back up. It’s not right though, there’s not enough friction. He quickly spits into his palm and grabs his cock again. The slight slickness aids his hand and he stares into the black and grey eyes of the drawing.
She’d look up into his eyes… swallow his length with slight difficulty. He’s above the average size and her mouth looks so small. So he knows she’ll choke on his cock. He’ll feel the back of her throat… the graze of her teeth… the soft wetness of her tongue. He’ll cum down her throat… she’ll swallow… every… last… drop…
He squeezes as hard as he can and spills his load onto the paper face of Rey. Ben stares down at the splatter and takes a deep breath through his nose. It’s in her hair… across her face…
Ben wipes a bit of cum from near her eye and throws his head back against the back of the chair. He goes to close his eyes but something loud disrupts him. The doorbell chime echos in his ears, so he puts the now soiled Rey on the table. He tucks himself back into his underwear and buttons his pants. He hurries to the front door and checks the peep hole before turning the door knob.
It’s Rey.
Shit! What did he do? Did he fuck up somehow? Did she catch him staring? Oh fuck she’s probably coming over to yell about how he’s some sort of creeper. But… what if she came to simply talk? What they need more help? It could go either way really. He has to open the door, no matter how much he’s dreading it. He quickly pulls himself together and opens it. He looks into her hazel eyes and smiles.
“Hey there.” he says.
“Hey. I just wanted to bring…” she stops talking and narrows her eyes. “Um… are you okay? Your face is flushed.” he hesitates and curses his libido. He’s sweaty… his face is red… please for fuck’s sake say there’s not cum stains on his pants!
“Um, yeah... I just started my workout.” he lies. She looks him over and sighs.
“You workout?” she asks.
“... I do.”
“Me too. I run every morning, it’s how I start my day. What’s you kick?” she asks.
“Oh, um...” he quickly thinks of a lie and goes with it. “... I run too. I have a treadmill and I head out when I get sick of staring at the wall.” he smiles.
“I’m not into those those fancy things. I’m an open air kind of girl.” he refrains from imagining him fucking her against a tree trunk and nods his head. Her smile grows and she holds out something to him. He looks down and realizes it’s his mail from earlier.
“Oh, shit, sorry about that. Thanks.” he reaches out to take it but she keeps it out of his reach. He tilts his head in confusion and she bites her bottom lip.
“Okay. So, I have nefarious reasons for coming over.”
“Okay…”
“As a thank you for helping me move in; I'd like to invite you to dinner. Well, once my kitchen is usable. I’m a pretty good cook, if I do say so myself.” she says with a laugh. He looks into her hazel eyes and can’t think of anything to say. She wants him to come to dinner. She wants to have him in her space. To talk more… to get to know one another…
There’s a chance they could get along and he wouldn’t have to cum on the paper version of her. He could cum on her… in… Wait. Did she say ‘me’?
“You don’t have to if you don’t wanna. It’s just an offer.” and she lets him have the mail. He takes it from her hand and allows his fingers to graze hers. Her skin is soft. He wonders if her entire body is as soft, or even softer. How it would feel under his palms… his tongue…
But no matter. He has to ask if she’s actually with one of those men.
“Did… did you say me?” he asks.
“...yeah. Why?”
“Um… I thought… maybe Finn lived with you.” he says.
“Oh, no. He and Poe live downtown. They were just nice enough to help me out. Why do you ask?” she asks with a smile.
“Uh, no reason. I just… thought you were together.”
“I’m not exactly Finn’s type.” she says. “Now, Poe on the other hand...”
“...oh. Oh!” she laughs and nods her head.
“They’ve been together since before I met them. High school sweethearts apparently. It’s super cute. And well… I’m single. Just in case you were wondering.” she says with a wink. Ben can feel the blush on his cheeks and she smiles. “Thank you again for your help, Ben.” and she walks away. She makes it almost to her side of the property, turns back around and waves. “Oh, and if you’re in need a workout buddy let me know. I’d like to get out and explore the neighborhood soon.” and he watches as she heads through the side door.
He goes into his own house, locks it behind him and leans against it. He shuts his eyes and groans. Why did he say he worked out? Yes, it was the obvious lie but… fuck. What if she comes in? She’s going to notice if there isn’t some machine laying around. He’ll have to get one… and soon.
Ben can’t even remember the last time he ran. It definitely wasn’t in college. He stayed away from the physical extracurricular activities. So… it had to of been high school. Sophomore year of high school now that he thinks about it. So, twelve or thirteen years? He was never a sporty kid. He was always too preoccupied with drawing and he wasn’t the best at anything related to running around or throwing a ball. He isn’t interested in the slightest but he could stand to lose a few pounds… get healthier. And if he’s with her… it would be an added bonus.
He smiles to himself and goes over to the couch. He sits, crosses his arms over his chest and stares at the black screen of the television. She came to talk with him. To offer food and perhaps friendship. And… she’s single. She’s not with Finn or Poe. She’s ripe for the picking. She didn’t have to come over so soon. She could have came over an hour later or even the next morning. But… she wanted to see him, today. She wants to see more of him...
And… he wants more of her.