Dirty Neighbor(13)
“Great, Elisha, he’s going to think you’re a crazy person.” She pulled out her dust cloth and rushed toward her sitting room. Opening the windows wide, she started to shake the dust out of the curtains.
Unable to handle the thoughts rushing through her, she grabbed her cell phone, and dialed Beth.
“Hello,” Beth said, answering seconds later.
“I need to talk. I kissed Brant.”
“The sexy neighbor?”
“Of course. Who else would I kiss?”
“Wasn’t it any good?”
Holding her cell phone between her shoulder and her ear, Elisha sighed. “It was damn good. The best kiss I’ve ever experienced, and I’ve had a lot of kisses.”
“Wait, you kissed him, and then what happened?”
“I ran.”
“You ran?”
“Yes, I ran, and I feel so fucking stupid.”
“Wow, you’re using the word fucking?”
Growling, Elisha stomped her foot. “This is not a joke.”
“I’m not laughing, honey. I’m just trying to figure out what you’ve got going on.”
“There’s nothing going on. I kissed my neighbor, in the sexy part of his studio, and I ran. He probably thinks I’m a crazy person.” She wiped down her coffee table while also talking to her sister.
“You’re cleaning, aren’t you?”
“Yes. My sitting room is dirty.”
“I know you, Elisha. Your sitting room is spotless, and you know it.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Elisha said, panicking.
“Stop cleaning.”
“I need to clean.”
“No, you don’t. You’ve just kissed your sexy neighbor.”
Elisha stood. Her heart was still racing, and she stared out of the window, dreading when Brant was going to arrive. He would probably laugh at the way she was being.
“I need to move.”
“Because you kissed a guy?”
“Yes. This is going to be so embarrassing. I won’t be able to look at him again. He probably thinks I’m a crazy person.”
“Babe, you are a crazy person. You’re the only woman I know who’d run from a hot, sexy guy, and actually clean rather than try to be with the man himself,” Beth said.
Confused, Elisha gasped as she saw Brant park up outside of her house. Her windows were open, and she dropped down onto her sofa.
“He’s here.”
“You’re sounding even weirder, Elisha.” Beth sounded amused by what was happening.
“I’ve ducked down, but I think he saw me.”
“You’re sounding childish,” Beth said.
Glancing up over her sofa, she gasped.
“Are you seriously hiding behind your sofa so you don’t have to talk to me?” he asked.
“No.”
“Yes.” Beth shouted down the line, and Elisha hung up.
“Are you going to come and open your door, so we can talk properly?”
You’re so childish.
“Yes.” Placing her phone onto the coffee table, she made her way toward her front door. She opened it up, and Brant pushed his way inside her home. “Just come on in.” Closing the door, she made her way back into her living room, and started pulling the windows, locking them back up. Once that was done, her hands were also free again, and she stared at her cleaning cloths.
“Is this what you do when you’re nervous?” Brant asked, coming to stand behind her.
When she made to move, he grabbed her hips and held her steady. “I’m not done talking with you.”
“What do you want?”
“We shared a kiss, and you freaked out. Do you do that to a lot of the guys you’re with?”
“I’m not with a lot of guys,” she said, trying to avoid the question every chance she got.
“I’m joking.”
His hands started to stroke her hips, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes, and bask in the attention he was showing to her.
Her pussy grew slick, and her nipples went rock hard. She wanted his hands all over, and to be out of her clothes.
“You’re aroused, Elisha. I bet your pussy is soaking wet, just waiting to be licked, and fucked.”
“You’re my neighbor. This is wrong.”
He chuckled, and even the sound turned her on. She hadn’t been touched in so long, and it was starting to show.
“I’m not related to you, we’re both consenting adults, and there’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing to each other.”
Brant grabbed her hand and placed it over his cock. He was pressed against her ass, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock.
“I only came to look at art.”
“We kissed, and you ran. Tell me why you ran.”