last thing she wanted was for him to see her freaking out.
“Sarah? Sarah, you coming?”
After a few more breaths the trembling in her body stopped and her breathing settled back into a normal rhythm. She finished pulling on her jeans and slipped on a pair of flip-flops.
“Sarah!”
“I’m coming right now!”
Sarah trotted down the steps and met her husband at the front door.
“What took you so long? Why are you all sweaty?”
“Well, you wouldn’t fuck me so I had to do it myself. You wouldn’t want me meeting the neighbor when I was all horny, would you?”
Josh’s eyes widened.
“You didn’t.”
“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”
Sarah walked out the front door, leaving Josh standing there with his mouth hanging open.
The moving truck was almost empty when Sarah crossed the street to greet the neighbor. Josh jogged across the street to catch up with her. The movers all stared at her like they hadn’t see a woman in years. Josh draped an arm around her protectively, claiming his territory.
“You’re jealous. That’s sweet.”
“Okay, let’s just meet the guy and go home.”
“He’s the guy standing in the garage.”
Sarah and Josh walked toward the garage where a skinny guy in a white polo shirt stood, holding a blender and looking around as if searching for an escape route.
“Hi! We’re your new neighbors. I’m Sarah and this is my husband, Josh.”
Sarah held out her hand and the man looked at it for a second as if he were afraid it was going to grow teeth and bite him. Sarah looked back at her husband, then back at the man and smiled. The skinny man reached out tentatively and gripped Sarah’s hand.
“I-I’m Dale. D-Dale McCarthy.”
Josh stepped up and stuck out his hand. The skinny man winced as if he thought Josh was about to strike him.
“Nice to meet you, Dale. This is a great house you’ve got here. We knew the previous owners. Nice old couple. They took great care of the place.”
The skinny man shook Josh’s hand and smiled nervously.
“Nice to meet you both. You live across the street?”
He looked at Sarah when he asked, then looked away, dropping his gaze toward the ground and grinning. Sarah once again felt a shiver race up her spine.
“Yeah, we live in the big two-story. So where ya from, Dale? What brings you to Vegas?”
“I’m from Mesquite originally but I just moved here from Henderson. I do Web design.”
“I’m a blackjack dealer over at the Hollywood Galaxy Casino. The wife here just finished grad school and she’s still working on her dissertation. It’s a study of the sociological effects of pornography on society’s collective unconscious or something like that. She’s going for a doctorate in social science.”
“Wow. Congratulations. You must be really proud.” He was staring at her breasts when he spoke. His odd little grin was widening. He was almost drooling.
“Thanks.” Sarah folded her arms across her chest and crossed her legs, visibly uncomfortable. She looked at Josh and then back at the house and then back at the skinny little man in the white polo shirt.
“She’s the brains of the operation. I’m hoping that soon she’ll be the one taking care of me. They’ve already offered her a position at UNLV.”
“Excuse me? Where do you want your TV?”
A large black man in gray overalls with LOW-COST MOVERS silk-screened across the chest stood holding a plasma screen in his enormous hands.
“Jesus! Be careful with that. Put it in the master bedroom.”
“Well, Dale, I’ll let you get back to moving. Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too.”
Once again Dale looked at Sarah when he spoke, then down at her breasts, then grinned awkwardly and looked away. Sarah turned and walked back across the street, anxious to get out of the man’s sight. Something about the way the neighbor looked at her made her feel violated. She felt like she needed to take a shower. Josh had to almost run to catch up to her. He caught up with her just as she opened the front door and stepped inside. She shut the door behind him and locked it.
“What was that all about?”
Sarah closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to slow her racing heartbeat.
“That fucking guy is weird. He creeps me the fuck out. He’s got to be some kind of pervert or something. Why did you have to tell him I was home alone all day?”
“I didn’t say that!”
“You told him that I was home working on my dissertation while you’re at work. I don’t want that weirdo knowing that I’m here by myself when you’re at work.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was a big deal. I was just making small talk.”
“It’s okay. I’m probably just overreacting.”
Josh smiled and gathered her into his arms.
“I’ve never seen you this agitated before. Are you sure you’re all right?”
“I’m okay. It’s just the way that pervert was looking at me. He kept sneaking peeks at my breasts. Did you see that? And he could barely make eye contact with me.”
“The guy just looked like he was terrified. A lot of guys are just nervous around beautiful women. A computer geek like that has probably never been with a woman as beautiful as you without paying for her.”
“Oh, thanks. That makes me feel better.”
Josh brushed the hair from her face and kissed her on the lips. It was a long, deep kiss, sucking her tongue into his mouth, nibbling and sucking her bottom lip. Sarah had always loved the way he kissed her. Even after ten years of marriage it still made her knees weak.
“You want to go upstairs?” Sarah asked breathlessly.
“No. I want to fuck you right here on the floor.”
Now it was Sarah’s turn to blush.
CHAPTER SIX
Dale watched the couple walk back across the street. His eyes crept down to the woman’s ass as if they had a will of their own. It was small but round and tight. She was beautiful. He had seen her standing in the window earlier. He couldn’t really make out her features but he knew someone was there and now he knew that it had been her. She hadn’t been wearing a bra when she met him. He could see her nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt. She had a lovely face too. Big doelike eyes, slightly slanted as if she had some Asian blood in her somewhere. She had high cheekbones and full lips. Her hair was shoulder length, a deep, lush black, with wild loose curls. Dale thought she looked more like a movie star than a doctor of sociology or social science or whatever it was she was studying. She looked a lot like his mother.
Her husband had said that she didn’t work, but that he did. That would leave Dale and his new neighbor plenty of time to get acquainted. But Dale wasn’t sure he could wait for the guy to go to work on Monday. Luckily he didn’t have to. It didn’t matter how big the guy was if he didn’t know it was coming. And Dale was going to make sure that neither of them knew what hit them. An erection was already tenting the front of his jeans.
Dale spent the rest of the day organizing his things in his new home. The movers had all gone and boxes sat upon boxes in every room of the house. The house was small, only 1,300 square feet. But it was perfect for him. It had two bedrooms, two baths, and a den with a window that looked out onto the street. His neighbor had been right. The old couple who had owned the house previously had taken great care of the place. For such a small place they had packed it with expensive upgrades. They must have spent almost as much upgrading the place as they had
