The Neighbor's Boy Ch. 02

Welcome to Chapter 2. Thank you all for the wonderful feedback. In this chapter, I'm setting the story a bit more. Again, I would appreciate your reviews/comments/suggestions.

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I woke up the next morning with a splitting head ache and really dry mouth.

"What did I do last night?" I found myself thinking, and while thinking through my night, was filled with regret, and not just because of the hangover.

Time for my usual hangover remedy, I drank a few glasses of water with a some aspirin, then put on a sports bra, running tights, a t shirt, running shoes, pulled my hair into a ponytail, and out the door I went. A good run usually makes the hangover symptoms better.

At first the run was tough. I really just wanted to get back in bed, but after a few blocks I started to get into a groove and slowly forgot the hangover and started to enjoy the bright sunshine on my skin.

In my distance, I could see the new museum rising above the surrounding houses. It had been under construction for a few months, but only now did it start to look like a building. The construction workers were standing in a cluster drinking their coffee and smoking.

"Hey baby!" "Looking good" "Want some of this?" Ugh, guys are so disgusting. Catcalls are offensive anyway, but what did they see in a girl out for her morning run. No makeup, nothing. yuck...

My mind turned to Matt. What did I do to that poor boy? Well, not a boy anymore. No boy has a tool like that.

I need to find a good way to let him down. I'm as old as his mother, but he was so sexy. Maybe we can.

"No, don't be stupid" I yelled at myself. I can't let anyone in the area know my secret. I moved just to be able to get a fresh start. I had a good life. I got along with most of my neighbors, good friends with some of them. That would all go away if not only did they find out that I wasn't born as Laura, but that I had seduced one of their sons.

While running, a plan started to come together. I would meet Matt one more time, and logically explain to him that last night was a mistake and that it couldn't happen again.

Back home, time to get ready for work. While downing a yogurt, I looked through what I would wear. Since I had a client meeting, it would have to be a suit again. The pink one, beige with black skirt, black crepe... Hmm, a few are still at the dry cleaner, I'll have to pick them up after work. It will have to be the Navy pinstripe suit. It had a nice form fitting skirt that hit right above the knee. A creme blouse, patent navy pumps. Perfect!

The hot shower felt so good, but no time to dillydally. Quickly shaved my legs, but not much to do after all those the laser electrolysis sessions, but I like feeling smooth and silky.

Out of the shower, moisturized my whole body, did my hair and makeup, then got dressed. Finished off my outfit with tan hose, and pearl earring, bracelets and necklace.

Looking in the mirror, I looked good, if I still didn't feel that great. Oh well, off to work.

The morning wasn't too bad. Working with some other people kept my mind busy, and focused on work.

After lunch was a different story. I started to get tired while working on my TPS reports for the week. Then in out staff meeting, I started to get sleepy, and caught myself doing the head nod.

After the meeting my friend Julie took my aside, "Are you ok? You look great as usual, but you're not behaving like yourself. You barely said anything! You're usually the one that speaks up for us."

"I'm sorry Julie, I didn't sleep well last night."

"Get some coffee, you don't want Barry to get on your case!"

"Good idea! Starbucks?"

"Sure, I could use the walk"

The trip to Starbucks was a good idea. The fresh air helped clear my mind, we got in some good office gossip, the tattooed barista flirted with us and the coffee tasted good. And we got back with enough time for me to get organized for my client meeting.

The meeting was going well. Our partner, Barry, was giving an overview of our new service offerings. Every now and then, he would look to me to fill in a gap or answer a client question.

I noticed that one my client's was looking at me. His eyes kept going from the presentation, to my face, to my chest, to my legs. Pretending not to notice, I leaned back in my chair, and crossed my right leg over the left, making my skirt rise a bit showing my legs off more. After a few minutes, I glanced over at the guy, and now he was fixated on my legs even more. A little more adjustment in my seat to make my skirt rise higher. He might be able to see the upper seam in my pantyhose.

All of a sudden there was a buzzing from my purse. "Crap, I forgot to turn my phone off. Who was texting me now?" I thought as I discreetly pulled my phone off, and glanced at it under the table.

"Hey, It's Matt. How are u beautiful?"

I slid the phone back into my purse. But it kept buzzing. Other people started looking at me. My partner gave me a glare. So I shut my phone off, and apologized to the room. The meeting went on, but I no longer found myself focused.

"What the HELL was that Laura! They are a huge client! You know that you should turn your phone off before a meeting. How could you be so stupid?" as kept chewing me out, my mind drifted to last night. What a night... Matt was so hot...

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Barry finished

"I'm sorry Barry, I didn't sleep well last night, and forgot to turn my phone off. It won't happen again."

"This better be the last time, or it will be your last time." Barry liked to scream and yell, but sometimes he did follow through on these threats, so I made a mental note to not even bring the phone anymore.

Back at my desk, I turned my phone back on, and started reading the messages.

"R u there?

Sorry to bother u

While you were in the bathroom last night, I texted myself from your phone so that I'd have your number.

Last night was fun! When can we do it again?

Want to meet tonight?"

"Hey Matt, Sorry I was in a meeting"

"No problem babe"

"Sorry, I can't meet you tonight. I have a lot of work." Which wasn't a lie, but also I needed to get ready before seeing him again.

"What about tomorrow night?"

"Sure, tomorrow night"

"Chef Paolo's?"

"Ok, that sounds good." Chef Paolo's was a new restaurant that had opened in town. I had planned on trying it anyway.

"Around 7?"

"Sure"

"Great, I'll make reservations"

":)"

"C U There"

Ok, not too bad. I'll just meet him for dinner and tell him that we can't see each other over dinner.

I went back to work, was in depth analyzing some spreadsheets, when another text came in. It was from Matt. So I opened it. It was a selfie of his cock in all it's glory.

"OMG Matt, you can't send me pictures like this!"

"Sorry Mrs. T, Don't u like it?"

"It's wonderful Matt, but I'm at work", then shut my phone off, to not get anymore distractions.

The rest of the day was tough. I couldn't get that image out of my mind. There was a stirring in my panties, that no matter what I tried to think of, wouldn't go away. So I made sure to stay seated at my desk the rest of the day.

When it was finally time to go home, I stood up quickly, grabbed my coat, and folded it over my arm in such a way to cover any extra bulges showing in my skirt.

That night, I turned in early, but found myself torn between ending it with Matt before it goes anywhere, and being so attracted to this sexy young man.

I knew that part of the problem was that it had been too long since I had been with anyone. How long had it been? I'd transitioned to full-time 7 years ago, and had a few non-fulfilling relationships back then. Most guys in general are only looking for sex, and when they found out that I was a TG were either revolted or were looking to satisfy their curiosity of being with a "shemale". Damn porn! Why couldn't guys just treat me like a girl that's a bit different?

Back to thinking about how long it had been, I hadn't been with anyone or even really dated since moving here four years ago. The last one must have been Chad. He was a handsome guy, who turned out to be gay, but hadn't realized it. At least he finally understood his love of fashion and celebrity gossip.

Finally, I managed to fall asleep, but was dreaming of being with a gorgeous man who happened to look like Matt.