Two Hotties Next Door

by Sam Crescent

  Ace sighed. “She’s using us for our looks and our bodies.”

  She rolled her eyes.

  “I’m in. If we get to have sex then I’m all for it.”

  “I have one condition,” Brett said.

  “Great, mister boring pants is going to ruin it.”

  “Conditions can be fun,” Meredith said.

  “Name one?”

  “When it’s hot out no clothes at all. That’s a good one.”

  “You know what, I’m intrigued. What’s your condition? You know, it’s not going to be as good as your suggestion. I’ve known this guy so long now he doesn’t even know what fun is.” He kept on talking, not giving Brett time to answer.

  “Why don’t you shh, so he can answer. You’ll never know otherwise.”

  Ace turned to look at his best friend. “Go on with your conditions.”

  “It can only be with me and Ace.”

  “Sex?”

  “Yes.”

  “I like that condition,” Ace said. He looked toward Meredith.

  “I know this is going to sound mean, but if I’m only getting you, then you both only get me.”

  She pointed to her chest.

  “I don’t have a problem with that. We’re all agreeing to remain faithful to one another. Let’s fuck,” Ace said.

  Meredith placed a hand on his chest now. “Patience, Ace. We’re all friends here, and we’re all adults. We know what we’re doing.”

  Ace looked toward Brett. “Any more demands?”

  “Yeah, we both get one night a week of you to ourselves. No sharing, just each other,” Brett said.

  “Oh, okay. I wasn’t expecting that one,” she said. “What nights were you thinking?”

  “I get Saturday,” Ace said. “I get off work earlier that day, and I’m guessing Brett was going to pick Friday. He finishes that day early as well.”

  “I was, and that works for me,” Brett said.

  “Wow, erm, okay, yes, I can do that. Just the two of us?”

  “Yes,” Ace said.

  “That’s not going to be weird for the two of you?”

  “Nope.” They both spoke in unison.

  “Now, how about we get to fucking?” Ace said.

  Before anyone else could speak a loud rumble came from Brett’s stomach.

  “You hungry, baby?” Meredith asked, placing a hand on his stomach.

  “He can wait, I’m sure,” Ace said, his cock already rock-hard.

  “How about you two move this to my bedroom and I’ll go and order some more Chinese food?” Meredith asked.

  “We shouldn’t eat more takeout.”

  She pressed a finger to both of their mouths. “While you’re in my house, you don’t get to complain about the kinds of food you eat. That’s my condition. I grew up with all that bullshit, and I promised myself I wouldn’t stand for it when I was an adult.”

  “Consider it done.”

  “Excellent. I’ll go and order.”

  She didn’t put on any clothes as she got to her feet, leaving the room completely naked.

  “Why do you want a day alone with her?” Ace asked.

  “You don’t want to invade each other’s day, do you?”

  “Well, no.”

  “I thought this was the best solution. If you don’t like it, why didn’t you speak up?” Brett asked.

  “I do like it. I want to spend time with her.”

  “I know you, Ace. What’s up?”

  “What if she doesn’t like me as much as she likes you?” Ace asked. He hated sounding vulnerable. “I like Meredith. I don’t think I could handle the two of you being together if it doesn’t work out.”

  Brett stared at him, and he felt like a bug under a microscope.

  “This is brand new, Ace. You’ve got to give it time. Nothing is going to move faster than it needs to be. Please, don’t worry about it.” His friend patted him on the shoulder.

  They’d gone from being models, to fucking within the space of a night, and he knew things could move fast as they already were.

  ****

  “I think you’re just better suited to other work, honey, you know that.”

  Meredith listened to her mother on her cell phone as she continued to walk down the long town road. She’d already been into the florist and ordered more daffodil bulbs to plant. Then she’d gone to the supermarket to look for a nice bottle of wine and some beers. It was the first Friday, and Brett had already said that he wanted to cook her dinner. Since Ace had somewhere to go, Brett had given her a list of things to buy, and she’d been working her way through them when her mother called.

  News had gotten back to her parents about her canceling another gallery show and that she wasn’t taking orders anymore. On her website, Will had also told her he’d put “creative vacation” down as her reasoning for not being available.

  “Mom, I’m not going to work for some advertising agency where they’ll want me to doodle little pictures about their products. I don’t know how many times I’ve told you this.”

  “Why do you have to be so damn stubborn? Your brothers don’t cause this kind of stress. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

  For the next five minutes she listened to her mother’s pains. How she just wanted her little girl to be happy, and that she wouldn’t listen to reason. Then of course came the talk of the husband that Meredith didn’t have, the children she still hadn’t given birth to.

  “Mom, I’m thirty years old. I’m not dead. There’s no rush for me to have kids.”

  “What about me being a grandma? You want me to be old? To not be able to enjoy my grandkids?”

  “It’s not happening right now or even ever, okay? I don’t want to argue about this. I’ve got to go.”

  Her mother wasn’t ready to finish the conversation, so Meredith had no choice but to listen to a little more complaining. Close to an hour later, she finally hung up, and Meredith was back home but feeling anything but inspired.

  She threw her cell phone onto the table beside the door and made her way into the kitchen to put away her things. By the time that was done, she didn’t feel any better. In fact, she felt annoyed, angry.

  Grabbing the daffodil bulbs, she made her way out into the garden. Kicking off her pumps, she sighed as the cool grass slid between her toes and she was finally able to relax.

  Everything was fine now.

  Her mother would make her demands.

  Her father would agree, and she’d be the rebel child that wouldn’t conform.

  It was totally fine.

  She didn’t know why she was close to tears. It wasn’t like anything had changed in her life. There was no way she was ready to start a family or settle down. She’d just come to a damn agreement with two men. There was no way her parents would ever accept that.

  “Are you okay?” Brett asked.

  She looked up to see the man she intended to date tonight standing in her yard. “I didn’t even hear you come in.” She’d given Brett and Ace each a key to her place so that they could make themselves at home. They’d given her a key to their place.

  “You’re crying.”

  “What?” Using the back of her hand, she swiped the tear that was so close to falling, hating herself even more for allowing anything to get to her. “I didn’t even realize I was crying.”

  “Would you like me to go?”

  “No, no, no. Believe me. This is not about you or Ace or our agreement. I’m just … I don’t know what I am. Everything seems to be falling apart right now, and I’m so sorry.” She stared down at her hands, which were covered in dirt. “I garden when I want to relax. I had a bad phone call with my mom. It didn’t go well.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah, oh.” She bit her lip. “You’re home early.”

  “My last client canceled. You want to tell me about your problems? I’m a good listener.”

  “It’s not important. I’m starving. Let me go and wash my hands. I got you
everything you asked for.”

  They made their way into her home. Brett went toward the kitchen as she used the bathroom downstairs. Washing off the mud, she quickly sanitized her hands before making her way back to find him rummaging through her cupboards.

  Everything was nicely ordered within. Cans were dated and labeled. She did like some order. Also, she hated losing time trying to find something that was stuck behind a can that was completely useless. Why store tomatoes and peaches on the same shelf? One’s a dessert, the other savory?

  No sense.

  “Did you need me to do anything?”

  “Nah, you sit your cute little ass down and I’ll cook.”

  “How was work, honey?” she asked.

  Brett opened up the bottle of wine, and today she didn’t care what time it was. Taking a sip of the fruity liquid, she sighed. This was the life.

  “It was busy. You?”

  “It was busy. I was doing okay, and then my mom called. It would seem they’ve heard about my difficulties. She’d already got me an interview with someone that I really didn’t want to work for. I know she means well. You know, her being my mother and all, but she doesn’t seem to get that I don’t want that. I don’t want to sit behind a desk all day, making the same pictures to help sell a product I don’t believe in.” She slapped a hand over her mouth. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Stop apologizing.” He rounded the counter and removed her hand. He cupped her face, tilting her head back before pressing a kiss to her lips. “Feel better?”

  “A little? I think I need a longer kiss.”

  He chuckled, and that just did things to her. Screw dinner, she wanted dessert.

  ****

  Dinner went off without a hitch. After Meredith unloaded on him about her troubles and a couple of glasses of wine, she was relaxed again. They made their way outside to the garden. It was late, and he knew Ace would be home, but his friend would get his day tomorrow, while he enjoyed today.

  “This is nice,” she said, curled up on the chair beside him.

  “I’m glad you think so.” He stroked her hair back from her face, wanting to look into her pretty eyes. She stared up at the stars. “You know you’ll get your passion back. Your parents are wrong. You don’t need to go into the corporate world.”

  “You think so?”

  “I know so. You’re too good to not get over this little bump.”

  “I sometimes wonder if it’s a big bump at all.”

  “I checked you out online, Meredith. Your stuff is amazing. Critically acclaimed and they are truly beautiful.” He patted her arm. “Come with me.”

  He took her hand and led her upstairs to her studio. Standing behind her, he stared at the two women, the one with the scars on her face and the beautiful soul, the other that was the complete opposite.

  “You see people, Meredith. This right here is proof of that.” He held her tightly before moving to stand in front of her. “Now I want you to paint me.”

  “Come on, for real?”

  “Yes. I want you to, but I warn you, I’m going to be naked. I’ve heard all about these artists. They have affairs with their subjects, break their hearts. You’ve got to stay strictly professional now.” He removed his clothes, ignoring the hardness of his dick as he turned to face her. She had already set up a canvas.

  Brett didn’t like how nervous she looked. “It’s just you and me. Whatever you do, no one else is going to see. Just be yourself.”

  “Well, seeing as you agreed to be my guinea pig, I suggest you get comfortable. Painting someone can take a while.”

  He pulled a soft chair toward the center of the room and sat down. Leaning back, he put his hands on the arms of the chair, legs out, relaxed, and watched her. “I’m all yours to do with as you wish.”

  “If I could do as I wished, I’d be riding that sweet dick of yours,” she said. “You don’t have a problem with me being a little naked, do you?”

  Before he’d even answered her dress was off. He had no problem with that. His cock thickened, but he didn’t even stroke himself. Staring across the room, he waited.

  “It’s all on you, sweetheart.”

  She took a deep breath, her nerves back.

  She’d been like this in the beginning with him and with Ace.

  “You can do this. Don’t think.”

  “Tell me about your work,” she said. “What do you love about it?”

  “I have a love/hate relationship with my job.”

  “Talk to me.”

  So he did. He told her how much he loved helping people reach their goals, especially those that were struggling with health choices. How he wanted to make a difference in someone’s life. He also talked about the clients that believed they needed to lose weight when they didn’t. The challenging cases.

  He opened up to her in ways he’d never done for another woman. Throughout it all, she started to paint, taking her time, and their topics changed. They talked about their childhoods. Her life growing up in the city after being in a smaller town. He talked about growing up without any siblings, of finding Ace. Their friendship.

  They talked until she finally put the brush down and smiled.

  “Can I see?” he asked.

  She shook her head. “No, not yet. I’m not finished, but I … want to work on it.” She glanced over the canvas, her green eyes sparkling back at him.

  She moved from the canvas. “So, would I still be taking advantage of you if I come and say thank you?”

  “I’d rather like for you to come and say thank you.”

  He watched the sway of her tits as she came toward him, her hips moving seductively. When she was standing in front of him, he couldn’t resist. Reaching out, he banded an arm around her waist and pulled her down onto his lap.

  Cupping her cheek, he brought her lips to his, and he kissed her.

  Her hand landed on his chest but started to move down, gripping his cock. She worked the length, going from the base up to the tip then back down again.

  He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down to her neck where he sucked on the pulse. She gave a little gasp, arching up. Sliding a hand between her spread thighs, he stroked her pussy. His fingers moved down to her cunt, filling her, gathering her cream to stroke over her clit.

  “I need to feel you inside me.”

  He lifted her up, and with her back to him, he worked his cock into her tight cunt. Meredith was the one in control, able to fuck him as he teased her pussy. He wished there was a mirror so he could watch her fuck him. Instead, he watched his cock, seeing it appear before sinking inside her.

  He couldn’t get enough of her.

  Maybe the houses were cursed.

  As she came on his cock with his name spilling from her lips, he didn’t care. If the houses were cursed then he was going to be a happy man regardless.

  Meredith continued to ride his dick until he couldn’t contain his release any longer. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her down and flooded her cunt with his sperm, wave upon wave filling her.

  Afterward, sated, she tilted her head back, and he kissed her. She was pure perfection as far as he was concerned. He wouldn’t change her for anything.

  Chapter Six

  “And I used to run around the yard all day completely naked. No one could get me in trunks, or clothes. I think they were just thankful I didn’t start swearing and cussing.” Ace laughed along with Meredith as he told her tales from his childhood.

  It was late. They’d gone to the movies to watch a romantic comedy, which he admitted he did enjoy, unlike Brett. They had both had a meal afterward and now were walking back toward their homes.

  He’d been worried at first that she wouldn’t enjoy the walk back, but it would seem Meredith didn’t have a taste for heels. She wore a pair of flat shoes even with her beautiful red dress.

  “You sound like a handful.”

  “Believe me, I was, and not much has changed. Brett would easily tell you I drive him crazy all the time.”


  She linked her arm throughs his, and he heard her sigh. “This has been amazing.”

  “What?”

  “This date. I’ve not been on many, but this has been right up there.” She rested her head against his arm. “I love the stars at night, you know.”

  “They’re beautiful.”

  They paused at the end of their street and simply looked up at the sky.

  “I’m used to a lot of people not really getting me or understanding me. It’s nice to know someone out there appreciates the quality things in life. You and Brett both. You’re amazing.”

  “We do our best.”

  She placed her hands on his shoulders and slid down until she held his arms. “So, how is this night going to end?” she asked, brow raised.

  “I was hoping you had coffee.”

  “I do.”

  “And maybe we could go inside, talk, and maybe do … something else.” His cock was already liking whatever that “something else” might be.

  “I like the sound of that.” She took his hand, and he followed her, watching the curves of her ass while she walked with purpose. He’d been wanting to touch her all night long but knew the moment he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop.

  The instant she entered her home, he closed and locked the door, pressing her up against it. Taking the leftover food they had, he placed it on the cupboard beside her door where she kept her keys.

  Removing her jacket from her shoulders, he let it drop to the floor. Still staring into her eyes, he took the straps of her dress, reaching behind her back to catch the zipper, lowering it, and dropping it down onto the floor. She stood before him in the same color lingerie set. All red, lace, tempting him with what was beneath.

  Flicking the catch of her bra, he removed it and cupped her tits, pressing them together. “These are the nicest tits I’ve ever seen.”

  “Speaking from experience?”

  “I was a guy that read a lot of magazines when I was younger. Believe me, I’ve seen a lot, but these beauties.” He flicked his tongue against the peak and watched as she moaned. He loved that she didn’t hold anything back. She gave everything to him and took as well. She was so fucking perfect and beautiful.