Neighbors Ch. 07

My alarm blared me awake at 7:30 AM. I groaned as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. My eyes landed on Amber's panties lying next to me on my pillow and the memories of last night came flooding back. The humiliation of serving as Amber's driver, the sexual frustration of hearing her make out with that dude in the car, not to mention the ache in my dick as it struggled in vain against the tight tube. I tried not to think about what happened in Amber's bedroom last night.

I took her panties to the bathroom with me and washed them carefully in the sink and hung them on a towel rack to dry. I showered and dressed in a t shirt and shorts, remembering that Sunday was usually my day to work in Amber's yard. Glancing at my phone, I saw that it was almost 8! I rushed out of my house and started to cross the yard to Amber's.

I glimpsed something in the back of my car. I was confused for a second because I remembered cleaning it before I picked up Amber last night. I realized as I got closer that it was they guy's shirt - Amber must have stripped it off of him in the car last night.

Unsure what to do, I got his shirt and carried it with me to Amber's door. I was about to ring the bell when I remembered her rules that she laid out for me. I was supposed to report for work at 8 but wait on her porch until she needed me. Sighing, I sat down with my back to her porch railing and waited.

To give myself something to do, I neatly folded the black t shirt I was holding. I then got out my phone and started scrolling around the internet.

About an hour later, I heard footsteps approach the door from inside the house. I scrambled to my feet.

The door opened, and the guy from last night was towering over me. He was about six inches taller than me, but standing on the slightly raised doorstep I was really looking up at him. He was naked from the waist up, and I could see again how amazing his physique was. He had wide shoulders and a narrow waist, and his abs were flat and pronounced. His chest was broad and muscular, and although his arms were big they were also cut, and I could see a vein running down each bicep. Even with slightly mussed hair I could see he was very attractive.

Amber appeared behind him, wearing the same short purple robe I saw her in before. Her hair was a halo around her head, and she was rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"Oh good - you're here." She said, noticing I was standing awkwardly outside her door.

The guy looked down at me and smirked. I was holding his folded t shirt in my hands. He took it from me and shrugged it on.

"Bank - be a good boy and take Justin home, would you?"

I winced at the use of her name for me. Justin smiled broadly down at me and then turned, taking Amber in his arms. He kissed her deeply, and I heard her moan in appreciation. I awkwardly shuffled from foot to foot.

Finally he broke the kiss, and without another look at me strode across the lawn to my car. I hurried to catch up to him.

To my relief, he went to the front passenger door and opened it when I clicked the key fob. We both climbed in my car.

"Um..where do you live?" I asked nervously, feeling very tense about this situation. I had no idea what he knew about me or my arrangement with Amber.

He rattled off the address and I put it into my phone and pulled out. We rode in silence for a minute or two.

"So you're her...neighbor?" He said, glancing over at me with a curious look on his face.

"Yeah...that's right. Just for a couple weeks now since she moved it."

More silence as Justin digested this.

"And do you normally drive around guys that she's fucking?"

I cleared my throat, embarrassed at his direct question.

"um..no...I mean.." I stammered a bit. "I just help her out - do favors for her when I can."

"Why does she keep calling you bank?" he said.

I blushed intensely and tried desperately to think of a response.

"um...she...well she borrowed some money from me last week, and...um...thought it was a funny little nickname."

He shrugged and laughed a bit.

"Are you doing these things because you want to fuck her?" he said, looking me up and down appraisingly. I glanced over at him and saw he had a mocking smile. He was being a bit of an asshole, I decided.

"Ah, no - I mean, Amber's beautiful, but I just like helping her out."

"Whatever floats your boat, man" Justin said as he shrugged again. We spent the next ten minutes of the ride in somewhat awkward silence. Eventually Justin pulled out his phone and started texting.

I pulled up to the address he gave me. I was a bit startled to see it was college housing - I thought he was in his mid twenties but maybe he was a bit younger.

He opened the door and stepped out.

"Thanks for the ride, bro" he said. "Maybe I'll catch you around sometime."

With that he shut the door and jogged up the steps to the dorm.

Just then, I got a text notification on my phone and pulled up the screen.

-Sarah is coming for brunch at 11. make bacon and eggs and coffee. after that wash my sheets. when that's done you can mow my lawn and trim the bushes. I'm getting in the shower, door is unlocked-

I shivered at the unmistakably business-like tone of the text. She was simply telling me what I was going to do, not asking me whether I would or not. Again, I felt the discomfort of the chastity cage as my penis tried to grow. Undeniably I found this text arousing.

One the drive back to Amber's I ran a mental checklist of the groceries I had bought her. I was relieved to remember I did indeed grab bacon and eggs and coffee. Fifteen minutes later I gingerly opened her front door. She said it was open so I assumed she didn't mean for me to knock. I heard the sound of the shower running.

Quickly, I made my way to the kitchen and got to work. I grabbed a pan and placed eight or ten strips of bacon in it and turned the heat on medium low. Next I pulled out some eggs and cracked them into a bowl and scrambled them. I set up her coffee maker and programmed it to make a carafe. Checking on the bacon, I saw I had a few minutes before I had to flip them over. I hurried over to her bedroom and stopped, my mouth hanging open.

Her bed and really the entire room was a wreck. The bed sheets were all over the place - hanging off the bed, on the floor, even across the room covering her vanity. Even the bed itself was askew and looked like it had pulled away at least a foot from the wall. I could see damp spots on the sheets, and finally I saw at least four used condoms strewn about - two near but not quite in a small trashcan in the corner, and a couple more on the floor next to the bed. It looked like an orgy had taken place here, and the distinct sharp smell of sex and sweat still lingered in the air. The sound of Amber's shower was stronger now, coming through the closed door of her en suite bathroom.

I quickly got to work, stripping all of the sheets that were still on the bed and gathering the rest and ran them to her washing machine and got them started. I pushed her bed back to where it usually sat and noticed that I had uncovered a pair of black boxer briefs - I supposed Justin had left her house commando. I tossed those in the laundry machine as well. Finally, I gingerly picked up all of the used condoms I could find and awkwardly carried them to the kitchen trash, trying not to look at the thick loads of cum pooled at the bottom of each one.

By then, the bacon was done and I pulled them out onto a plate. I drained a bit of the fat leaving just a touch in the pan, and started scrambling the eggs. As I plated those and poured two cups of coffee, Amber walked into the kitchen. She was in her short purple robe that showed an incredibly amount of cleavage and most of her toned thighs. She plucked a cup of coffee out of my hand and took a sip, looking at me over the rim with her intense brown eyes.

"And how is my little bank doing this morning? Still...secure?" She flicked her eyes down meaningfully at my crotch and then back to mine, a smirk on her face.

"Yes...yes Miss Amber" I said, feeling myself blush at her direct question.

She laughed out loud at my answer.

"You had quite the day yesterday, didn't you?"

I nodded.

"Was it too much? Am I being..." She took one hand off her coffee and brought it to her chest, slowly circling the nipple of her left breast through the silken fabric of her robe. Immediately I could see the distinct shape of her hard nipple poke through the purple fabric.

"Am I being...too mean to you?" She breathed, looking at me through lowered eyelids.

I could barely catch my breath - my eyes were glued to her hand touching herself through the robe.

"You know...last night with Justin...I have to admit I thought about you for a few seconds when I was riding his beautiful cock."

I swallowed audibly. I could feel the points begin their inexorable pressure on my locked penis.

"It made me giggle a bit - thinking about you next door, all secure in your little cage, probably thinking about me and what I was doing...It got me a little excited, I admit."

I moaned with the thought, and she smiled at my reaction. Her hand continued its circles.

"You're going to have a very busy day again, bank. I have quite the list for you. Honestly I'm not even sure if you can get it all done in a single day. Do you like that?"

I moaned again.

"Yes - yes Miss Amber" I whispered. "Thank you"

She smirked again at my answer.

"Were you a good boy last night? You didn't peek when you were driving us home, did you?

"No! I mean, no Miss Amber. I didn't peek."

She started gently squeezing her breast through the robe, still staring directly into my eyes.

"I believe you - I know you try your best to please me. Well...I had his huge cock in my mouth, and he pulled my panties off of me...and then he started fingering me while I sucked him...god it was so hot." She was watching my reaction carefully to every word she said. I inhaled sharply and let out another involuntary moan. She smiled again.

"And when we got home...well...he was maybe the best lay I've ever had. I think he came five or six times - and I lost count myself." She closed her eyes, clearly recollecting last night.

"I got his number - I think I'm going to see him again. Do you want me to see him again, little bank?"

She opened her eyes to see my reaction.

I felt my face go red from embarrassment. I was so turned on for some reason - hearing about Amber's night was one of the hottest things I've heard, even though it was with someone else. I thought about my penis - admittedly not quite average in size - currently and possibly permanently locked in it's cage. I knew I couldn't compete with Justin in bed even if Amber were to unlock me. A part of me thought that this was how it was supposed to be - if I really wanted Amber to be happy then I'd want her to have the best sex she could, even if it was with someone else. It would really HAVE to be with someone else, I amended. But the thought of having Justin around more was unspeakably humiliating. He thought I was a bit of a joke, I thought.

"Yes...if it makes you happy Miss I'd want you to see him again."

She smiled broadly at this, and somewhat reluctantly let go of her breast. I tried not to let the disappointment show in my face.

Amber glanced at the microwave clock.

"Set the table for us - Sarah will be here any minute. After that you can get started outside."

She flashed a grin at me as she turned back to her bedroom.

Minutes later the doorbell rang and I opened it. It seemed like deja vu. This time, she was wearing a very short pair of shorts and a t shirt and flip flops. She still looked sexy - the shorts made her long muscular legs look even longer, and even though she had her fiery hair up in a pony tail she still looked great.

She looked at me with an amused expression on her face.

"You again?" she laughed. "What are you - her new roommate?"

"No..." I was getting a little bit better at covering my behavior. "Amber needed some help with something and I popped over to do that. I'm heading out now - have a great morning!"

I slipped by her and got to work in Amber's yard with the mower.

Several hours later I was sweating through my gym shorts and t shirt, but I had mowed the lawn and trimmed all of Amber's hedges. Sarah and Amber had come out on the back porch to drink their coffee, and my face burned with embarrassment to think about the conversation they were having while I was working the mower back and forth in Amber's back yard. Surely by now Sarah was beginning to think something strange was going on - this went far beyond "friendly neighbor helping out". If she thought anything was weird though she seemed to keep it to herself - at least around me.

As I was working on the shrubs in the side yard between our houses, Amber came around the corner. She was dressed casually yet sexy - short running shorts, a white tank top that showed off her impressive breasts and a scandalous amount of cleavage, and strappy gladiator-style sandals.

"You're doing well, bank."

I couldn't help but feel a glowing sense of pride at her rare praise.

"Thank you, miss." I said.

"When you're done with that you're doing, you can weed all of the flower beds. Do you have a pressure washer?"

"Yes miss" I answered, gulping slightly. Getting out the pressure washer usually meant big, time consuming jobs.

"Excellent. I'm glad to hear my bank has all the expected amenities." She smirked at me and rotated her shoulders, arcing her back slightly in a stretch and gave a small yawn. My eyes were glued to her chest - I couldn't seem to look away from her mounds that were barely concealed under the tautly stretched thin fabric of her tank top.

"I didn't get much sleep and I'm a bit tired so Sarah and I are going out for coffee. After the flower beds you're going to pressure wash the driveway as well as the front and back porch. When you're finished with that" She tossed me a set of car keys she had in her hand "Wash and detail my car. Don't take it anywhere - you're going to do the work yourself. By hand. Understand?"

I let out of soft moan. I had no idea why, but the more work she piled on to me the more turned on I felt myself become. My cock was raging against the small cage and the points were digging in. For some reason I was aroused at the prospect of doing menial labor for Amber for the rest of the day. I grimaced at the pain and tried to surreptitiously reach between my legs to readjust myself slightly, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure.

Amber looked down at my crotch and smirked again. She stepped closer to me...so close that I could feel the points of her hardening nipples against my arm as she whispered in my ear.

"I can see this has you excited, little bank. Don't forget the lesson you learned last night...I can tell you that I'm VERY particular about the cleanliness of my car. I expect my car will be absolutely spotless and shining by the time you're done. Understood?"

I gulped and nodded. I couldn't ignore the feeling of her breasts lightly resting on my arm and the feeling of my cock trying to engorge and being frustrated by the unrelenting steel.

"IF you do an acceptable job on my car, and I'm not doing anything else, we can hang out this evening."

I almost felt dizzy with the wave of excitement and joy that came over me. I wanted nothing more than to be around her, chatting like we did over dinner last night. I nodded again, eagerly.

Without another word, Amber turned and walked away. A few minutes later she and Sarah climbed into Sarah's car and took off without acknowledging my presence.

It took several more hours to finish the hedges and weeding. The late afternoon sun was beating down on me by the time I brushed the dirt off my knees and stretched my back. I saw that it was already 4 PM. If I hurried I thought I could finish her car in a couple of hours, leaving me the whole evening to hang out with her.

I got my vacuum cleaner and an extension cord, along with a bucket of soapy water and a sponge, and got to work.

Her car wasn't really a recent model - maybe five or six years old, I thought - but wasn't too dirty. She obviously had taken good care of it. Regardless, I remembered her instructions, and scrubbed every inch of both the interior and exterior. Finally around 6 PM, exhausted, I collapsed on her freshly washed driveway.

Just then Sarah's car pulled up in front of the house and Amber jumped out, clearly relaxed and refreshed from her day hanging out with Sarah. I scrambled to my feet as Sarah waved to Amber and drove off.

Amber held out her hand for her car keys, which I hurriedly produced from my pocket.

"Go stand in the corner, bank" She said, pointing at a corner where her front porch met her house. "I'm going to check on your work."

I froze - I would be clearly visible from anyone driving or walking by on our street.

I saw Amber frown.

"That hesitation just cost you one hundred dollars, bank. Do you want me to find something else to do tonight, or are you going to stand in the corner like I asked?"

I decided quickly that merely standing in the corner, while odd, wasn't necessarily exposing myself or anything of that nature. At worst it might cause some gossip to circulate among the neighbors. I hurriedly made my way to her porch and pressed my nose into the corner as she commanded.

I stood there for at least ten or fifteen minutes while she walked around the yard and went through her car.

"Turn around."

She was running her finger lightly down the hood of her car, clearly enjoying the way it was shining in the early evening sun.

"You did an acceptable job today, bank. I'm proud of you."

Again, I felt myself flush with pleasure at her words of encouragement.

"One hundred each for mowing, trimming, weeding, and washing my car. Plus one hundred for not obeying me immediately."

She pulled her phone out and typed, and a second later I heard my phone notification.

I opened Venmo and tapped "send".

Amber watched her phone until she got the confirmation, then nodded approvingly.

"Go home and get yourself washed up. You can come over and cook me dinner when you're clean, and maybe we'll watch some TV after."

An hour later I was in her kitchen, preparing a fish filet and steamed vegetables. Amber was lounging on the couch with a glass of wine that I refilled for her from time to time.

When the food was ready I set her table for one and served her. She hadn't said anything about food for me, and my stomach was growling. I had eaten lunch but in my hurry to get over to Amber's house I didn't fix anything for myself. I had sort of assumed I'd cook for both of us but she specifically asked me to prepare one serving of fish and veggies.

I sat with her at the table as she ate and we made more small talk - about her job and mine, the neighborhood and some of the restaurants and coffee shops nearby. Just like last night at dinner, I felt like we were almost dating - just two normal people. Every once in a while she'd say something that made me realize my place but most of the conversation flowed normally.

Satisfied, she pushed her plate away. There was still two bits of fish and a some broccoli on her plate. Without meaning to I realized I was staring at her plate, hungrily.

"Did you not eat?" She asked me, curiously.

"Um...no...I'm sorry miss. I didn't know if you wanted me to eat before or with you, or..." I trailed off, slightly embarrassed.

She laughed and pushed her plate towards me.

"Aw..poor little bank. I didn't realize. Here, you can finish my leftovers."

Hungrily I polished off the few remaining scraps of food. I had really worked up and appetite with all of the chores that day, and the few bites did little to assuage my hunger.