Close To Home
The next door neighbor grew into a man Emily’s attracted to.
The four-year age difference used to feel tremendous, back when I was only finishing eighth grade and he was going off to college. We’ve never gone to the same school at the same time, and by the time he moved back into the house next door to my parents, it was my turn to go away. It wasn’t until I was twenty-five that I had stopped to notice how freakin’ hot Jacob had gotten.
He’d invited my parents over for a Fourth of July cookout, and my parents thought I should also come if I didn’t have any plans. Initially, I rolled my eyes at their thinly veiled plan to set us up, but when I saw him, I was grateful for the invitation. His parents used to live to the right of my parents until they moved to Florida and left the house to Jacob. He had been doing some updates, and what he did with the backyard certainly looked great. The smell of ribs from the new smoker he installed added a certain cozy comfort to the whole setup. Of course, my eyes were glued to our host, the tall man whose t-shirt sleeves stretched tightly over his biceps.
“Geez, Emily, you certainly grew up a bit since I last saw you!” He greeted me, going right in for a tight hug, as if we had been friends for years before this rather than just neighbors.
“So have you!” I answered immediately, feeling tiny in his arms. I’m not a small girl, by the way — I’ve been 5’8 since I was fifteen and everything else filled out and rounded off quite nicely too. But in his hug, I felt entirely consumed.
He offered me a choice of drinks from the packed cooler he had on the deck and grabbed himself a beer before showing me around. My parents seemed at home at his place, chatting with some of the other neighbors who had been invited. They didn’t bat an eye when Jake walked me through all the renovations he had done at this house.
“Is that what you do for work, too? Home renovations?” I asked him before taking a long swig from my beer bottle.
“No, no, not at all,” he told me. “I’m a wind turbine tech. I don’t think I could do all this work at home if I were also doing it all day for a living.”
My attention was caught by ‘wind turbine’ and I repeated it back to him. Jake proudly explained to me what he did at work, going into a bit more detail than I needed, perhaps, but it was certainly an impressive profession. I nodded along, following him through the house until we ended up outside again, and he suggested that I get some food.
I came there with absolutely zero expectations that day. I was even a little annoyed that my parents decided to play matchmaker, but sitting on a lounge chair, eating succulent smoked ribs and drinking beer, I was starting to feel all tingly in places for my parents’ neighbor.
I offered to help him clean up once the neighbors began dispersing, and he took me up on my offer with a smile. There wasn’t much to do, to be honest, but I went around the patio picking up abandoned plates and bottles and helped him pack up some of the leftovers.
“Are your parents waiting for you to stop back at their house?” He asked me. It was late, the fireworks had long since stopped going off, and I was certain that my folks were already in bed.
“No,” I shook my head. “They probably figured that I’d drive back to my place once I was ready to.”
The grin that lit up his lips was majestic. It shot sparks all through me, and I pressed my thighs together tighter, feeling them resonate at my center. I was more than a little bit attracted to him at this point, and so far that day, he’d done nothing to disappoint me.
He came closer to me, invading my personal space as I leaned against the kitchen counter. I didn’t mind this intrusion, though, even though I had to tip my head back slightly to look up at him. My fingers buzzed with the need to touch him.
“I really hoped that you might stay after everyone else was gone. I felt like we hit it off today, didn’t you?” Jake asked, cocking his head to the side.
“I had the same feeling,” I told him. He boxed me in with both his hands on the counter, making me feel small again. That devious grin that towered over me was unbelievably hot.
“I want to kiss you,” he admitted. He waited for my response, not moving any closer to my lips until I replied.
“I would definitely like that.”
The words were barely out of my mouth when his lips crashed down on mine. I felt that kiss all over, making my nipples harden and my pussy gush. I looped my arms around his neck, not wanting Jake to pull away, entirely committed to this kiss. He pressed me up against the counter and I could feel the hard-on his shorts while his tongue swirled around mine in my mouth.
I wanted him so badly, I didn’t even care if it would be just a one-time thing. I had a feeling that if we didn’t end up dating, it wouldn’t be that awkward to hang out again and that we’d joke about that one time we hooked up. He seemed that kind of easy-going and I knew that I definitely was.
His hands felt large and hot as they began to travel over me, grasping my ass and carrassing my thighs. I pressed myself into his body, unable to get exactly as close to him as I desperately wanted to be. For there to be any less space between us, Jake would have to be inside me.
