Neighbors Ch. 03

Despite the rough next day, my week was fairly uneventful. I didn't see Amber at all, although I did notice that the wooden bowl and money were gone from her deck the next day when I came home from work. I spent most of the week either in my office downtown or my home office on the second floor of my house. I noticed that unlike my previous neighbor, Amber kept the blinds to her living room window wide open and from my vantage point in my office I could see right down to her couch - a perfect bird's eye view. To my disappointment, she seemed to not hang out there very much, even though I admit I ran up the stairs several times every evening to see if I could catch a glimpse of her in her PJs, or maybe even underwear, watching TV.

When the weekend rolled around I was looking forward to a couple days of rest and relaxation. When I saw Amber leave her house in her workout clothes I ran out there as quickly as I could to pretend to check the mail.

"Oh hi Amber!" I said in my friendliest neighbor voice, waving at her.

"Chris! I'm so happy to see you!" She said, running over and giving me another quick hug. "I'm so sorry about last weekend - you must have thought I was terrible asking you to pick me up like that. I don't remember much from that night but it looked like you were the perfect gentlemen helping me to bed." She gave my arm a light squeeze. "Lots of guys would try to take advantage of a situation like that but I know I'm safe with you!" She giggled a bit at this but I didn't really see the joke - it really sounded like a compliment to me.

"Oh - yeah of course, no problem - anytime" I stumbled, trying to get every word out at once. "So what are your plans today?" I said as casually as I could. I was going to invite her out to dinner or a movie if the opportunity presented itself - I was trying to work up the courage. I was distracted by the amount of cleavage I could see - she was wearing yoga pants and a sports bra that was struggling to contain her substantial breasts, and mostly succeeded in lifting them up to display them more.

"It's going to be such a beautiful day I thought I'd spend it on my porch, you know, working on my tan" She laughed and spun around for me, showing just how tan her perfect skin was. I thought of the last time she sunbathed and instantly found myself getting hard.

"Yeah...yeah.." I stumbled. "Perfect day for being outside...I was thinking I should get some yard work done myself." I thought I could spy on her beautiful nearly-naked body from my yard as I did some routine maintenance around the yard.

"Oh Chris, I was going to ask you..." she looked down at her feet again, suddenly shy. "I still haven't been able to save up enough for my own lawnmower. And, if you're already going to be outside maybe you could mow for me like last time..." She looked up at me from under her lashes. "While you're over at my house already I could probably use some help with the lotion again..."

"Yeah!" I practically shouted. "I mean, yes I would be happy to help. Of course. When?"

"After my workout? maybe start around noon? Great!" Amber clapped her hands and popped into her car, waving as she took off.

Several hours later I was walking the mower around Amber's back yard while she sunbathed just like before. She was wearing a different but equally revealing bikini and I was trying to act cool and not ogle her but of course I was failing miserably. She was lying on her back with her legs spread slightly and she was already glistening with a combination of sweat and suntan oil.

"Hey Chris?" She called me over to her. I cut off the mower and practically ran up onto the deck, eagerly anticipating another body rub.

"I'm lying here and I just noticed there are some leaves and branches and things up in the gutters. Is that ok or is that not good for a house?"

I looked up. I could tell right away the gutters were in bad shape. Again, the previous owner left the place a bit of a wreck. Her lawn was looking great now due to my efforts last week, but the gutters...

"Uh, yeah...it's not good. When they get clogged rain can back up under your shingles and cause water damage. It should really be taken care of immediately."

"Oh! That sounds serious! Well thank you so much - I really appreciate it! Before you do that though could you oil up my back really quick?" Without waiting for a response she turned over onto her stomach and pointed at the bottle of suntan lotion nearby.

What the hell, I thought. How does she do that? She asks me to do all the chores for her and I know I'll do them if it means I can touch her and be near her. Surely she's doing this intentionally? Or maybe it's some instinct she has - wrapping men around her finger without even realizing she's doing it? That's probably it. I couldn't believe this beautiful, kind-hearted woman would be deliberately manipulating me. I eagerly grabbed the lotion and sat down next to her. I was smarter this week - although it was uncomfortable I was wearing jeans to work in her yard. I picked those to help hide the erection I was sure I would have being around Amber like this.

"Do you usually wear jeans to do yard work?" She asked, as I started rubbing her shoulders. "Oh - go ahead and unto my bikini top - I'd love it if you could give me a nice long back rub - I've been so sore after my workouts!"

Trembling, I untied the string of her bikini top. She was lying on her front, but it was still exciting to know that her breasts were now theoretically exposed - if she were to turn over suddenly or something. I entertained the fantasy that she'd forget and stand up, and I'd see her topless for a second before she realized her mistake... at that moment I was very happy I was wearing jeans because I could feel my dick stiffen almost painfully.

"Uh..no not normally...I guess it's just what I had on today" I lied.

"Seems funny to me and not very comfortable" she said. "And that feels great Chris - keep doing that please" I was massaging her back, slowly running my hands from right above her ass to her shoulders. Her skin was smooth and felt incredibly under my fingers, and my eyes were glued to her perfect rear - naked except for the string of her bikini.

"Are you a briefs or boxers man, Chris?" She asked, a slight smile on her lips.

"Um...boxers. I mean...briefs!" Her question caught me off guard with it's unexpected intimacy and I panicked and said the first word I thought of instead of the correct one. I remembered I put on a standard pair of tightey whiteys that morning - completely unsexy but it's what I've worn since I was a kid and never really thought about changing.

Amber laughed. "You don't know what kind of underwear you wear? Maybe your mind was somewhere else" She giggled again and slightly shifted her hips. I froze - did she know I was staring at her ass? Surely she was just getting more comfortable.

"It's a shame because if you were wearing boxers well, they're basically shorts, and with my fence no one can really see back here except from your house. I bet you'd be a lot more comfortable like that. But oh well. Can you go lower please?"

My hands were already on her lower back - just above the perfect globes of her rear.

"Ah...ok - are you sure?" I mumbled, not trusting my luck but wanting to make sure I didn't do anything to offend Amber.

"Yes, please Chris. My trainer absolutely murdered me on leg day yesterday and my glutes have never been this sore. Just for a few minutes please?"

She didn't need to ask my twice. I squirted a bit more lotion on my hands and tentatively touched her perfect ass. She let out a little sigh of relief.

"That's it - that feels great. Keep going."

I was rubbing her ass in circles, pressing down quite firmly. Her ass felt amazing - firm and toned. Whatever her trainer had her doing was working! My dick was at full attention and throbbing painfully. I was doubly glad I thought to wear jeans today!

"Could you do it harder please? Rub deeper - I'm REALLY sore there."

I paused - I didn't really have good leverage from where I was, sitting awkwardly to her side.

"Ok, I just need to move" I said. I moved down to straddle her calves, facing her body. From here I was able to put my hands on her perfect butt and press firmly with some body weight.

"Ohhh..." Amber let out a moan that I'd swear was almost sexual. "That's it - that feels so good! Please keep going Chris."

Again, I didn't need her to ask me twice. I kept up my efforts. I could see between her legs very clearly, noting the faint outline of her pussy lips. I kept my eyes there as I worked, rubbing her ass for what felt like an hour but was probably 15 or 20 minutes. Amber occasionally sighed and moaned under my hands. I was in absolute heaven. If doing a few chores allowed me to do this, I was completely on board!

"Thanks Chris - that was so perfect! That felt amazing!" I sat back up and clambered off of her legs, standing stiffly after being in that uncomfortable position for so long.

"I need to do a few things in the house - could you tie me back up please?"

I inwardly groaned - i was hoping she had forgotten. I bent down and reluctantly tied a semi-passable bow in her bikini top. Amber hopped up and gave me one of her quick hugs. This one was amazing because I realized she was basically naked, but like always I mostly felt her arms and maybe a hint of her chest against mine before she broke contact.

"Thanks again for doing the gutters!" She called over her shoulder as she disappeared into her house.

Groaning, I went to get a ladder from my garage.

Her gutters ran all the way around her house, and it took me a couple of hours to get them all cleaned. Again, I was sweating and tired from climbing up and down the ladder dozens of times. From my vantage point, I saw her leave the house in a short skirt and top and take off in her car with a little wave. After I put the ladder away I went to her backyard to finish the mowing.

The wooden bowl was sitting out on her patio table again. Unbelieving, I went over to look at it. There was a note in Amber's perfect handwriting inside.

"Chris - for mowing the lawn. And also the gutters. Thanks! you're the best. Amber"

WHAT? my mind was reeling. She expected me to pay her AGAIN for mowing her lawn? And what did she mean "And also the gutters". Did she expect MORE money because I did two chores for her? I was so confused. For some reason my dick was twitching at the thought of leaving her yet more money. What the hell? Did I like having to pay her? Surely not - it was probably just reacting to the smell of suntan oil lingering in the air and exhibiting a kind of pavlovian response - I didn't think I'd ever be able to smell coconut again without thinking of Amber's nearly naked body!

I stalked off the porch and fired up the mower to finish up the lawn. I thought this through as I did. First of all, I couldn't imagine disappointing Amber. We were becoming friends I think and I wouldn't want to disappoint her and make make her not trust me. Second, if I left her money maybe she could use it to buy her own mower and some basic yard tools. As soon as I said that, I realized that I might not be rubbing lotion on her if I was no longer working back there while she was sunbathing. It seems like either way I was going to leave her some cash. Again. That feeling hit me again - that slight shiver, and I saw goosebumps form on my arm despite the heat. This "game" - if that's what it was - was against all societal conventions. Friends don't pay each other like this, and certainly not when they're the ones doing the favors! Even still, I couldn't deny something about this situation was drawing me in more and more.

Putting away the mower, I went into my house. I had to go into my sock drawer where I keep some emergency cash since I gave her all of the contents of my wallet last week. Again, I questioned how much to leave. I left a bit over 200 last week, I thought. Would leaving less than that be acceptable? Probably not. And she specifically said "And also the gutters". Sighing, I took five one hundred dollar bills from my sock drawer and walked back to Amber's. I placed the bills in the bowl and weighed them down with a rock so they wouldn't blow away. I then went back home to take a shower and crash out on the couch.

The next day, Sunday, my doorbell woke me up. I groaned and looked at the clock - it was 7:30. I stumbled out of bed and shuffled down the hall and opened the door. Amber was out there, looking amazing and put-together. She was wearing a short sundress similar to what she wore the day she moved in, with a pair of flats. She had done her makeup and her hair was styled. She looked me up and down and covered up a giggle. I cursed inwardly. Looking down, I was wearing a t shirt and a pair of tightey whiteys. I had morning wood and there was an obvious tent. I'm not a morning person and I was still half-asleep and didn't realize how I would look. I tried to half-close the door so I could hide the lower half of my body behind it, but Amber simply stepped into my living room. She took a second to look around the room and then turned back to me, smirking as I tried to cover myself with my hands without making it look obvious.

"You DO wear briefs!" Amber laughed. "Listen, Chris, I have a favor to ask."

I felt completely embarrassed and exposed. I shuffled awkwardly. On top of everything else I had to pee incredibly badly.

"Sure, Amber - what is it?" As much as I loved seeing her, I wanted to get her out of here as soon as possible! To my horror she walked over to my couch and sat down.

"I like your place Chris" she said, looking around. "It's so organized and clean! Do you have anyone to take care of that for you?"

I tried to avoid hopping from foot to foot. My dick was refusing to go down, stiffening because of my need to pee.

"Um like a maid? No, I do it myself."

"Interesting." Amber crossed her legs and leaned forward a bit. I couldn't help but stare at the tops of her boobs that looked like they were going to burst out of her tight sundress at any moment. She was still looking at me with that small smirk on her lips. It was weird to feel so vulnerable standing in my own house, but she didn't invite me to sit down and it felt wrong somehow to do so.

"That's sort of related to why I'm here. My favor is that my mother is coming to my house for dinner. She want to see my new place. And believe me - she's an absolute terror! If everything's not perfect I'll hear about it for months. But it's taken me so long to get stuff unpacked and I've been busy with work!"

I could see she was upset. I knew she was short on funds so she probably had to work a lot and didn't have time to straighten up a bit. I was thinking it could be nice actually to hang out with Amber all day helping her straighten things and maybe hang some pictures.

"Yeah of course Amber! I'm free all day today - I'm glad to help you out!"

"Really? Oh my god you're a life saver Chris!" Amber stood up and with a final smirk at my briefs she squeezed my shoulder as she walked past me through my front door.

"My front door is open - there's a small list on my kitchen counter. I'll be home a bit before my parents arrive at 6. Again - thank you!"

I stared at her with my mouth open, temporarily forgetting I was in my underwear at my front door. Her ass was swaying side to side as she strode confidently down my walkway before cutting across the grass to get to her car. She turned and saw me staring at her.

"You're going to get the cops called on you, standing around in that condition!" she laughed, climbing into her car. I hurriedly closed the front door partially as I watched her back out of the driveway and wave as she drove off.

After peeing and pulling on some shorts, I reflected on what I had just signed up for. I thought she needed my help with something, and I was looking forward to spending some time with her in her house...maybe even getting an opportunity to ask her out to dinner later that week. Instead she just took off - probably to go to work or something. I realized I didn't have any idea what she did for a living. I figured the sooner I get her things done the sooner I'll have the day free to relax and salvage some free time. I made myself a quick cup of coffee and a bagel and walked over to Amber's around 8.

It felt a little strange to walk into her house, but she did invite me so I opened the door and walked inside. Her house was similar in layout to mine - all of these houses were built at the same time and to save money they used just a few different floor plans, and of course I knew it quite well from moving day and helping her home the other night. I walked to the kitchen where she said there was some kind of list. As I went, I noted the house was really quite a disaster. There was trash and empty boxes, and what looked like full moving boxes, scattered throughout and it looked like she hadn't vacuumed or swept since she moved in. I saw a note on the counter and scanned it. Holy shit. this wasn't some small list! I thought. This is crazy.

"Hi Chris, thanks again for helping me out - you really are a great guy and you can't imagine how much I appreciate what you've done to help me. It's hard to move to a new neighborhood and you've made me feel so welcome! Remember - my mom is coming at 6 so I'll need everything done before then. See you soon!

1. kitchen. do the dishes, clean the counter, clean out the fridge (gross!) empty trash and recycling, scrub floor

2. living room. put away boxes of books on bookshelf. dust. throw away trash.

3. my bedroom. make my bed. dust ceiling fan. fold and put away clean clothes (pile by my dresser). wash all clothes in the hamper in my closet and put in drawers or closet - iron when appropriate. All underwear needs to be hand washed and hung up to dry in laundry room. organize my desktop. organize shoes in closet.

4. my bathroom. scrub toilet, sink, shower. clean countertop. empty trash.

5. guest bedroom. dust ceiling fan. put together guest bed and make up with bedding in a moving box somewhere.

6. guest bathroom. scrub toilet, sink, shower, clean countertop. clean trash bin (it's old and grimy lol)

7. general. vacuum all carpets, mop all wooden floors. dust everywhere.

My mother is incredibly difficult. I'm sorry but I'm going to have to check what you've done when I get back - please don't embarrass me in front of her!

PS. recipe for dinner is on the fridge

PPS check the bowl by the back door

-Kisses

Amber

I sunk to the floor in disbelief. This wasn't a simple straightening the kitchen - this was going to take me all day! In fact, I wasn't positive I could do all of this in the 10 hours I had until her mother got here. I rose to my feet and took stock. First I looked in all the usual places and I couldn't find any cleaning supplies whatsoever. Not even a sponge. Ok, I thought. I have everything I need at my place. I looked at the fridge. What did she mean, recipe on fridge? Held by a magnet was a cutout of a magazine page. A recipe was circled in red sharpie for "Chef Eric's perfect chicken parmigiana" written next to it was "Mom's favorite - along with a nice bottle of red and a salad, please."

Next I checked the fridge. It was almost completely empty. There were a few containers of yogurt next to a bag of apples, and some eggs. That was it. Not even a single condiment. Fuck - I was going to have to race to the store. I grabbed the recipe and headed to the grocery store. I grabbed everything I needed for the dinner, along with a nice italian bread and all of the cleaning supplies I'd need - a duster, bleach, kitchen cleaner, soap, mop, broom. By the time I got back to Amber's it was almost 9.

I started in her bedroom. Honestly I was looking forward to being there and handling her clothes - especially, I had to admit to myself, her underwear. I hadn't been in many relationships and I didn't know whether it was normal to hand wash all of a women's underwear, but since she specifically said to I wasn't going to chance it. I stopped short when I got to her room.