The New Neighbor Ch. 02

A little disappointed, but still very happy, I choose one small act of defiance and kiss her on the neck.

"Naughty serf!" Brenda giggles.

I dismount and get out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me. Not wanting to just stand there, I make myself useful and start unpacking the grocery bags. When everything is stalled out on the counter, cause I don't know where anything goes, Brenda emerges from the bedroom, wearing a very similar outfit to mine. She lifts her shirt a little, "like my new underpants?"

They're mine, of course.

"I've seen you in sexier stuff."

"Sure, but these are sooo comfortable." She turns and shows me her behind, "I just had to alter them a little."

There's a clothespin at the back, bunching the pants up over her hips, so they stay up.

"Nice hack."

"Thank you," she says while coming in close, "and thank you for my massage, you're very good at that."

"It was my absolute pleasure," I get out before her lips touch mine. There in her little kitchen, we make out like horny teenagers. My undergarments are not able to hide the excitement I feel. Knowing she's not ready, I don't pull at her clothes and angle my erection away from her a little.

The kiss stops and she looks a little forlornly, "I'm not ready, yet. I know that, you know," she points at me and us and the situation.

I stop her panic and say, "I'm here to cuddle, I will not push you for more, even though our friend down there," pointing at my soldier, standing at attention, "has other plans. You are safe with me. Take your time."

With that she relaxes and allows me to wrap my arms around her, "and please, keep playing your sexy little powerplay games with me, I really enjoy that."

"I'm usually very submissive in the bedroom, maybe because I'm scared that the guy will not enjoy a strong woman, especially one like me, but with you, I feel comfortable. I get the feeling you're not going to run away."

"I will not, my Queen."

We have a good tension-breaking laugh at that. Then I turn her around and lightly slap her on the ass, "I believe I was promised food, my Queen."

Her hands now on the counter and her ass at attention, she turns her head to me with a sexy smile on her face.

I grab her by the hair and turn her face a little more my way, my face now very close to her's I whisper, "I can be dominant too."

After another slap on her ample hindquarters, a little harder this time, I walk out of the kitchen, "now, make some food for your man."

There is a bar separating the kitchen and the living room, so when I sit down at the dinner table I can still see Brenda with her hands on the counter, smiling at me.

I give her an air kiss and she goes to work. While she works we make small talk and eventually land on the topic of Nicole.

"Would you like to ride with me, when we pick her up?"

"I'm going straight from work."

"I can pick you up there."

"That would be lovely."

"Do you think she'll suspect anything?"

"Sweety, she knows."

"How?"

"I talk to her every night and we don't have secrets," she looks at me with a little concern, "are you okay with that?"

"Of course! Secrets are highly overrated."

"Good!" as she smiles and continues with her meal prep.

"So, she also knows what we talked about, two nights ago, about your plans for her and me and,..."

"Well, sort of. I've implied that if she doesn't find anyone, she could experience her first time with someone she knows and would be very safe with. You still okay with that?"

"I am, under one condition. You and I need to be in a more, how do I put it, stable place first. If that makes any sense."

She looks a little puzzled. "I want us to be in a healthy and sexual relationship, before we start complicating it, with a third party."

"That's fair." She walks over to me, leans forward, and kisses me. "Thank you, that's actually very smart of you."

I pull her onto my lap and say, "I'm falling in love with you, Brenda. And as much as I like and would like to help Nicole, my feelings for you come first."

"I'm falling for you too."

The kiss we share is slow and it lingers and only stops when the smells and sounds from the kitchen grow stronger. With a small slap on the ass, I bark "Don't burn your man's food, woman."

This is received with the merriment it was intended and Brenda hops back into the kitchen. Lunch is great, after which we spend the rest of the day watching movies on her couch, while doing the primary thing I was invited over for, cuddling.

After an order-in dinner we resume our places on the couch and while browsing through Netflix, land on IT, "you want to watch this?"

"I'm not much for horror, but we've been watching romcoms all day, so I suppose we could watch something you pick."

We, don't watch anything. I watch IT, while Brenda is under the blanket she's pulled over us. Every once in a while she looks up at the TV, but then the clown jumps up and she's right back under the covers.

"You really don't want me to turn it off?" I ask for the third or fourth time.

"No, it's fine, you enjoy, I'll be down here, enjoying myself."

"How are you enjoying yourself?"

"I'm cuddled up against my man, his arms around me and my hand on his chest. I'm doing just fine, thank you."

"That is nice," I comment while her hand goes under my shirt and finds my bear chest.

When the movie is over, my eyes start getting heavy. I haven't felt Brenda move since the third act. Looking down, her eyes are closed and she's breathing slowly. I close my eyes and drift off.

When I wake, the early morning light is coming into the living room. We hadn't bothered closing the curtains. Brenda is still lying on top of me, breathing slow. I slowly stroke her hair, which in turn starts her fingers moving on my chest.

"I think it's time to go to bed. I don't really want to, but I'm kicking you out."

"I think it's almost time for work."

"What do you mean?"

She pushes up onto my chest and looks around, "you stayed the night?"

"Is that okay?"

"Yes, of course, it is." She leans in and kisses me. "I slept really well, thank you."

"As did I."

We get to her front door and I look at myself and accusingly at her.

With a big smile on her face, she says, "Hey, that's not my problem, you came here unprepared."

"Alright." I theatrically puff up my chest and proudly step out into the hallway in my underwear and t-shirt.

"Whoohoo, sexy man in the hallway! Come and get him, ladies!"

I stick my tongue out at her and retort, "See you this afternoon. Text me the address."

"Have a good day," I get out just before I close the door, "you too!"

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"I'm here to pick up Brenda," I tell the receptionist.

"It looks like her shift just ended. I'll page her for you."

I thank the woman behind the desk and take a seat in the waiting area. After a few minutes, Brenda emerges from behind the security doors. My face forms into an involuntary smile, as soon as I see her.

I jump up from my chair and walk over to greet her. As I bend over for a kiss, she pulls back and quickly glances over to the lady at reception.

"Oh, I'm sorry, not appropriate?" I apologize.

"No, it's just, they know about me here, so they'll know that you," I don't give her time to finish. I pull her head into me and kiss her on the lips.

When I pull back, Brenda is beaming, as I ask, "how was your day, sweety."

"It's great now."

"Good, now let's go pick up cockblock,.. I'm mean Nicole."

For this, I get punched in the arm.

Waiting for the bus to arrive, Brenda starts to pace up and down the platform while shivering. It's not the warmest time of year and the platform offers no protection against the wind shear.

"I have a better solution against the cold, than pacing."

"I know we could wait in the car, but I want to be here when the bus arrives," she calls from the other end while turning around.

"No, something better," I open my coat and gesture her over.

When she stands in front of me, I wrap the two sides of my coat around her and pull her in tight. The left side of her head is now resting against my chest and I cover the other side with my hand.

"How's that?"

Brenda answers with an approving hum. "Let me know when the bus arrives."

We spend a romantic few moments inside my coat when I see a large vehicle round the corner. "I think, that's it."

As the coach comes to a halt, the big logo reading, "The cheapest way to see Europe's capitals!", Brenda unfurls from my coat and eagerly starts looking through the windows in search of her friend.

When they make eye contact through the glass, they both screech in excitement and frantically start waving. It's like Nicole has come back from combat and not a half week in Paris.

It takes at least five minutes for all the senior citizens to get off the bus before Nicole can finally emerge and jump into the arms of her best friend. Nicole is beaming, even after letting go of her friend and greeting me.

"Hi Nate, thanks for coming to pick me up."

I even get a small and very short hug, which for the Nicole I knew, a few months or even weeks ago, would be an overly familiar gesture. Now she seems somewhat comfortable with it.

"Had fun?"

"So much fun! I brought you presents and I've got cheeses, French cheeses and I've made lots of pictures and," at which point Brenda interrupts, "sweety, I'm cold, can we get your stuff and go home."

"Sure, but you guys are coming over right?"

I look at Brenda, shrug and we both say in unison, "sure!"

"Great, I can tell you everything!"

While Nicole gets in line to retrieve her bag from the belly of the bus, I ask, "did she take a detour through Amsterdam and get hooked on speed?"

"I think it's great to see her this excited."

"So do I, it's just a version of her I've never seen. I even got a hug."

"You just be nice and soon, I'll give you a lot more than just a hug."

That shuts me up. Moments later Nicole arrives with her trolley and what must be at least five plastic bags.

"I bought souvenirs!"

"That's wonderful, lets get to the car, so you can do a show and tell."

The whole ride home the car is filled with an endless barrage of, "and then, and then, and then." Punctuated by Brenda's, "oh my god! That is so cool. Awesome."

So happy for Nicole, I pretend to be a hole in the air and just drive the car, so that the two friends can catch up.

"And I got something for you too."

That was directed at me because when I don't respond, I once again get punched in the arm by Brenda.

"Oh, that's so cool! Did you steal the Eiffel tower and put it in one of those shopping bags?"

"Close!", Nicole exclaims.

"And you, with the punching," as I give Brenda my most evil stare, "don't make me put you over my knee."

Seductively she bites her lower lip and says back, "mmm, I just might enjoy that."

And then punches me again.

"Brenda!"

At Nicole's prudish exclamation, we both burst out laughing and thankfully Nicole joins in.

"I'm going to have to have a serious talk with you, mister."

"Uh Oh," I turn to look at Brenda, "we've been busted."

"You're in trouble now," Brenda laughs, "I guess you'll be the one, going over someone's knee."

Another burst of laughter from every occupant in the car, when we get home the frivolity continues. One of the shopping bags is opened and a line of little Eiffel towers is setup on the kitchen counter.

After being given orders, by Nicole, to set the table, the two ladies disappear into her bedroom, with the trolley and remaining shopping bags. Through the door, I hear giggling and the occasional screech of excitement. I dutifully set the table for three, however, when the ladies emerge, being told off. "No, facing the TV, so I can show the pictures!"

Doing my best Igor impersonation I say, "Apologies my ladies, I will humbly correct my mistake."

"Very good," Brenda says. She walks over to me and kisses my cheek. "I'm going to take a quick shower, I have nursing home, all over me."

I make eyes at her that scream, "don't leave me alone with her!"

Smiling and ignoring me, she leaves.

"So, I'm guessing you liked Paris," I start a lame attempt, at small talk.

"No, that's not what we're going to talk about."

"oh."

"She's my best friend."

"I know," I reply sheepishly. I get the feeling, if I don't act well in these next few moments, I'm getting one of those Eiffel towers, in the eye.

"I like you very much and you are a good friend, but if you hurt her, I'll never talk to you again."

Of course, it wasn't going to be a threat of violence. Nicole knows what it's like to never be talked to again, so that coming from her, might as well be a death sentence.

"I won't hurt her, I promise you."

"And don't hide her from the world. Other guys have done that, and it's not what she likes."

"I've already been out on a date with her and picked her up from work, where I kissed her in front of the receptionist lady."

"She told me, you kissed her in front of Darlene, she's the biggest gossip in that place. By tomorrow, even the deaf-mute patients will know."

"Good. Nicole, I've never felt this for anyone and I will tell the world how I feel about her."

Not entirely convinced, "Okay, well, we'll see. But you've been warned."

"I have. I will not let you down."

Sticking a finger in my face she says with the last bit of anger in her, "Don't let her down, you now know the consequence if you do."

"I'd expect nothing less. I'm sure she knows, but Brenda's really lucky, with a friend like you."

A small smile cracks the anger dam, on my adversary's face, "you can stop that right there, I'm immune to sucking up."

"You more of a sucking down girl?"

She now fully smiles and makes a hand gesture as if she's going to strike me. Instead, she turns and reaches for one of the towers.

"Here, I brought this for you."

"Thank you, that's very sweet."

I step forward and before she can object, kiss her on the cheek. Her face immediately goes bright red. Realizing this, she spins and rushes for the fridge, sticking her head inside.

"Do you want anything to drink?"

"You just got back from holiday, do you have anything to drink?"

Her head still in the fridge, "no, of course not, silly of me."

Not wanting to torture her, "I could run down the shop and get us some," she interrupts, "yes! Great idea."

On my way out I ask what to get, "anything, just go quickly, uhm,.. I mean come back quickly."

I didn't need to ask that last question, I was just having a little more fun embarrassing her. After coming back from the shop with, wine for Brenda and me and apple juice for Nicole, I run into the object of my desires in the hallway.

"What are you doing here? Tell me you two didn't get into an argument!"

"No, nothing like that. First I was given a very stern warning about not hurting you. Don't be angry with her, it was heartfelt. You are very lucky to have her as a friend. Then I was given an Eiffel tower as a present, and to thank her, I kissed her on the cheek. This turned her face bright red and I offered to get us drinks, so she could compose herself."

"Well alright then, let's go in."

Inside, Nicole had used her alone time, to decorate the apartment. There's a French flag hanging over the kitchen counter. The lights are covered with red doilies, so now the apartment looks like a whorehouse. French music is coming from the tiny Bluetooth speaker and the first foto is queued up on the TV, a blurry shot of the coach.

"Tada!"

"Oh sweety, it looks wonderful."

On the table, there is a baguette and some cheeses and patés.

"Please sit!"

I take the drinks out of the bag and place them among the food.

"Thank you," Nicole says, avoiding my eye line and pours herself a drink.

"Where's your bottle opener?"

"I don't have one."

"What kind of French traveler are you?" I snicker, "I'll go get one."

When I get back, I get the feeling I'm interrupting a conversation. Because after I open the door the highspeed chatter abruptly stops. Ignoring this, I open the first bottle and pour out two glasses.

"What were you two talking about?" I ask, teasing.

"Is that French wine?"

"Of course, had to stick with the theme of the evening. It's a Chateau 'change of subject'."

"Can I have some?"

Brenda and I share a look.

"Uhm, yeah, sure."

I pour out a third glass and set it next to Nicole's plate.

"Enjoy."

"Thanks. You guys want to see some pictures?"

"It's why we're here sweety, start the show!"

While enjoying some cracking good food, Nicole regales us with the sights and stories of Paris, one blurry picture at a time.

After about a hundred pictures I ask, "how's the wine?"

"A little bitter, but I kinda like it."

"You want some more?"

"No, I'd better not, but I'd like to try again some time."

"Deal, I'll get a vintage which is a little sweeter."

"Cool," and goes right back into Paris.

Like the messages she sent, she has taken a photo of every angle of the Eiffel tower. And then a hundred more, while going up.

After we've had our fill of the French delights, we clear the table and install ourselves on the couch, to look at, what I assume are the last four million photos.

Nicole in the middle, resuming her cockblock role, we sit, thighs touching. A few weeks ago, this would not have happened, I would have been on the floor or in one of the dinner table chairs. It's cozy and somewhat intimate. Nicole chatters on, gives her color commentary with each picture. Having to talk fast because, thankfully, she can't pause the slideshow.

I do the old yawn and stretch, so my hand ends up in Brenda's neck, which I slowly start to massage. Nicole is so engaged, she doesn't notice.

The last photo is of Brenda and me waiting for her at the bus terminal.

"So, what do you think?"

"That was great sweety! It looks like you had so much fun."

"That was a slideshow of someone who is free and enjoying life. Thanks for sharing that with us."

"Yes sweety, thank you." Brenda leans in and kisses Nicole on the cheek, I follow suit, and like before, she turns bright red. She ducks into Brenda's arms, trying the hide her blush.

Brenda looks at me with mock disapproval. I simply smirk back. Brenda decides to throw a little oil on the fire, "was it my kiss or his?"

A begging grunt escapes from Nicole.

"Ah, so it was his."

"Stop it," Nicole begs.

"Maybe we should try again, just to make sure."

Brenda starts laying kisses on Nicole, who after a few of those, starts giggling fiercely when Brenda also starts tickling her. When she can't take any more, Nicole jumps up and exclaims, "okay, bedtime!"

"Did you hear that Nate, we are invited to her bed, how French of you, Nikky"

"That's nice, I'll go get my pajamas," I add.

"Stop it, both of you," Nicole exclaims, thankfully still enjoying the teasing, "and don't think I didn't notice you, with the arm. I might have grown up sheltered, but I know about the yawn and stretch."

Brenda and I look at each other and in unison exclaim, "busted!"

We both stand up from the couch and grab Nicole in a three-way hug.

"It's good to have you back Nikky."

"Good to be back, Brenny."

When we release I thank Nicole for the great food and fun evening.

"Thanks for picking me up," then, collecting all of her courage she almost jumps forward and kisses me on the cheek and then bravely stands in front of us, beaming while her cheeks burn bright red.

We're escorted out of the door and walk hand in hand to our floor.

"That was fun."

"It really was."

Hugging in front of her door, I'm hoping to get invited in. Those hopes are quickly dashed, when Brenda says, "I'm pulling doubles, the rest of the week."

"That sucks. When can I see you again?"