Let The Games Begin
Part 1 of the Their Game Trilogy
Alicia Montgomery
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Dani
Daniella Griffin rubbed at her neck, trying to soothe the knot that had formed there some time ago. She checked her watch – 11:45pm. The sun had set hours ago and she was still sitting at her desk in her office. Well, her home office, or rather, the third floor of her house. Being a freelance writer had its perks – wake up at 9 am, no commute, pop out for coffee anytime during the day, but it also had its pitfalls. Like when your client decides to “change course” last minute and asks you to re-do that newsletter again. Oh, and it needs to be done by morning.
She yawned and stretched her arms over her head, then shook her head trying to shake off the fatigue. Daniella, or Dani as her friends knew her, looked out into the dark street, illuminated only by utility lights, her neighbors long asleep by now. She blinked several times before focusing back on the screen, playing with her light blonde hair as she often did when she was brainstorming ideas.
“Today’s investment-savvy individuals are looking for the best...” she began, reading out loud. Reading her work helped Dani to think and work out the kinks. She frowned, and hit the backspace button on her keyboard.
“Today’s investment-savvy individuals are searching...” she corrected. She continued with the line and revised it two more times before she was satisfied with the sentence. Putting her chin on her hand, she huffed and then stared out into the street again.
Dani had moved out to Haven, California less than 4 months ago from Manhattan. Building up her freelance career took time, but she had lots of luck and worked her ass off, and at the age of 31, she was doing better than most of her peers, although that meant she had little time for anything else, even boyfriends, of which she had a grand total of three her entire life. Tired of the New York scene (and the fact that even with her a 20% down payment, she could only afford a tiny studio apartment in Midtown) she moved to California where she could have a fresh start and some space to write. While searching on the Internet, she found the lovely little town of Haven in Northern California and this beautiful three-story home at a bargain price. Without seeing the house in person (thank you Internet!), she immediately called the realtor and in six months, she found herself on a plane to California and moving in to 1981 Lavender Court.
And so that’s how she found herself in Haven. She had few friends in the area. She was friendly with a lady down the street, Rebecca Olson, a single mom with a cute three year old son named Cody and she waved “hi” and sometimes chatted with her neighbors, like Milo Winters across the street, a professor at a local college, and the couple next door to his house, Marcy and Bill Carter. She had no social life except for the occasional movie or dinner out with Rebecca (when she could get a sitter.) She didn’t date or hadn’t had the time or met the right people. Not that she was unattractive. She thought her face was pretty enough, in that classy, all-American way. She had light blonde hair that went down her back and friendly, sea green eyes. Her figure was nothing to write home about, although many (or rather, three) men had complimented her breasts on their perkiness and size. She wasn’t introverted or antisocial, but her life as a writer was isolating. Being a freelancer, she didn’t get to interact with other people a lot, but hopefully, once she started picking up local clients, she could start meeting people. It was lonely but she was used to it, more or less.
Dani stifled another yawn and then stood up. She needed some coffee. She walked out of her and padded down the stairs to her kitchen, turning on the light. As she grabbed a cup to take up with her, she glanced towards her living room and outside the window. She saw the familiar dark blue Volvo across the street. Milo must be home, she thought. She didn’t even realize he had was home.
Milo Winters was one of the few neighbors she spoke to. The day after she moved in, he came over to say hello. Dani remembered the strikingly handsome man wearing a tight, sweaty white shirt stretched over a lean, but muscled chest. He walked across the street to say hello. He had dark hair, a little on the long side, and the lightest gray eyes she had ever seen, almost silver. He shook her hand as he introduced himself and Dani remembered how his grip firm, but not too firm and his skin shockingly warm. He offered his help, anytime, should she need it. She never really took him up on his offer, but they sometimes stopped to chat on Saturday mornings when he was home and waved to each other if they were both out in their front yards. Maybe I should have asked for his help, she thought. Not that she needed any. Still, once in a while, she would glance over at his house and sometimes catch herself watching him as he did yard work in his sweaty white tank shirt or sat on his porch, reading a book and looking absolutely adorable in his glasses. Dani turned away and walked up the stairs to her office, sitting down to continue her work.
“Black International offers a wide range of mutual funds to suit your client’s risk appetite,” she read out loud. She snorted and changed the word “your” into “ any.” She continued for another few minutes, making changes here and there, switching out phrases and consulting her thesaurus every once in a while.
A light from outside the window interrupted Dani’s thoughts. She peered out. She never really worked at night, so she never realized that she could clearly see right down into her neighbor’s bedroom window. Milo’s bedroom window. It was dark out and the lamp in his room provided the right amount of illumination inside. In fact, it was bright enough to see that Milo had his shirt off, and was eating out a very busty, very naked redhead on his bed.
Dani felt her breath catch in her throat. She should turn away and close her curtains. Her cheeks burned watching the scene before her, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She watched with fascination as Milo enthusiastically buried his head between her legs, while the redhead arched her back and her mouth opened in what Dani assumed was a moan. He looked up briefly at the woman, smiled, and then dove back down, his thick mop of dark hair a contrast between her milky white thighs. Her leg obscured what exactly what he was doing, but she could imagine what was going on, reading the expression on the woman’s face. He moved his head up and down slowly and she imagined his tongue, running up and down her wet slit, maybe teasing her a little bit, and then flicking her clit, which was what made her hips jump up every now and then.
Milo’s head stopped for a bit and Dani could guess that he probably was licking at her hole. She imagined that thick tongue teasing her wet hole and then slowly pushing into her. Dani found herself moaning quietly along with the woman and felt a gush of wetness in her panties. She crossed her legs and moving her hips forward, letting her own clit press up against the seam of her skinny jeans. She gasped as it hit her sweet spot. Dani quickly shut down her laptop lid and grabbed onto the edge of her desk. She rocked her hips back and forth, feeling the seam rub her clit and sending pleasurable shocks through her body. Dani looked back down across the street. The woman was thrashing her body and Dani imagined his tongue, thrusting in and out of her sopping pussy. His hand was right there between her legs and she could tell he was manipulating her clit, probably rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. She watched him stop, and then mo
ved his head higher and snaked his other hand up her thigh, pressing it down. Now Dani could see her bald pussy and his finger moving in and out of her hole. She watched as he put one, two, and then three fingers into her, thrusting in and out, making her hips squirm so much he had to hold her down. Dani rocked her hips faster, greedily watching the scene below, watching his fingers fucking that cunt. He moved his head down and began licking her clit at the same time, and then taking it into his mouth and sucking back. He continued his assault on her pussy, thrusting his hand in and out. Dani could imagine the thickness of his fingers and the woman’s inner walls clenched tight, while his lips wrapped around her throbbing nub and sucking at her. She moved back and forth, letting the seam of her pants rub and chafe at her panty-covered clit.
Milo switched again, lapping up at her pussy while his thumb pressed on her clit. The redhead thrashed around, her hands balling up the sheets and she lifted her hips and her body shuddered in orgasm, her pussy flooding wetness into Milo’s mouth. Dani cried softly as she came, her breath coming in gasps. She steadied herself and she came down from her orgasm.
Dani bent her head down, staring at the dark floor, panting from the orgasm. After a moment she looked up again. This time, Milo had positioned himself beside the woman, suckling at her generous breast. His mouth encircled a nipple while one of his hands manipulated the other one between his fingers. She continued to moan under his ministrations. After a few minutes, the woman propped her head up and whispered something into his ear. He smiled and nodded, then stood up and walked towards the foot of the bed. Dani held her breath and the naked woman crawled on her hands and knew towards him, her perky ass raised up. Her fingers reached for the waistband of his pants and slowly unzipped it, releasing his cock.
Milo’s dick sprang forward, and the woman eagerly grabbed at it. She cupped his balls with one hand and gripped the thick shaft in the other. She smiled up at him as she slowly began to stroke him. Milo’s head was bent back, his eyes closed. She continued to her manual ministrations, occasionally squeezing balls while gripping his cock in her grip. After a few minutes, she bent her head down and stuck out her tongue, flicking it across the top. His body jerked a little and she continued to tease him, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head.
Dani watched, entranced at the scene, her eyes unable to look away from his large, throbbing penis and the delicate hand wrapped around it. Her eyes widened, as if straining to see more, and maybe part of her wishing she could see more. Her hand moved down to her belly, unbuttoning the constricting pants. She slipped her fingers down to her shaven pussy and felt the wetness there. She continued to watch the two across the street and she slid a finger up and down her folds.
Milo put a hand on the back of the woman’s head and said something out loud, which Dani thought looked like “Take it in.” The woman nodded and opened her mouth wide, wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock. Slowly, she moved her head down, taking him in, inch by inch. His face scrunched up as she continued lower still until she had all of this cock in her mouth. She then moved her head back up, drawing her mouth away and sucking him back.
Dani moved her finger up to throbbing clit, teasing and rubbing it. She was having a hard time touching herself, so, forgetting modesty, she pushed her underwear and pants down around her knees, leaning back on her soft leather chair and moving it around so she could get a better view of house across the street while she played with herself. She placed her clit between her index and middle finger and started to move her fingers back and forth slowly. She wanted to cum, but she also wanted to enjoy the show some more.
The redhead continued to blow Milo and now she was enthusiastically sucking on him, her head moving up and down his shaft, guided by his hand. Her head bobbed up and down, faster and faster. Dani put her other finger in her mouth. Although a poor substitute, she sucked on her own digit, imagining his cock sliding in and out of her. She closed her eyes for a moment. She could almost feel the taste of him, throbbing and pulsing in her mouth. It would smell musky and manly, the shaft like soft velvet wrapped in steel. She imagined every little vein, imagine running her tongue along it, making his hips jump. The bulbous tip (circumcised? Uncircumcised? She’d decide later) rubbing on top of the broad side of her tongue. Her saliva would wet his entire shaft and she could almost feel the salty taste of his precum. Oh god, she thought. It had been too long and she almost forgot how it felt to have a cock in her mouth, how much power it gave her. While other women hated giving blowjobs, Dani loved it. She could see in her mind’s eye his face, that strained look of pure pleasure. How he would moan when she licked the sensitive underside of his tip and how his breath would catch when she slid her lips down to take him all in, his long cock sliding down her throat. Dani almost came just thinking about that, but she wanted to wait and continued spying on the couple.
The woman was still on her knees, sucking him, her lips wrapped around him like there was no tomorrow. After a while, Milo tugged her head away and then pushed her back on the bed. He pulled something from his pocket – a condom – and unwrapped it then quickly slipped the rubber sheathe over his cock. He moved between her legs.
Dani was entranced. Again, her legs obscured her view, but she watched the woman’s face as it changed and knew he had slipped his throbbing cock inside her. At the same time, she plunged two fingers into herself, whimpering as her pussy clamped tight on them. She squirmed her hips, getting into a better position so she could finger-fuck herself. She crooked her fingers upwards, hitting her g-spot, sending shivers down her spine.
Milo settled himself between the woman’s legs and hooked her ankles on his shoulders, then began to thrust into her. He pushed his hips deep into her and pulled them back, then thrust back in. He didn’t start gentle and he fucked her hard, her body and tits shaking with every thrust. The woman was moaning and crying out, mouthing “Fuck me, fuck me,” over and over again as Milo continued to drill himself into her. Dani moved her fingers to the rhythm of his fucking, spreading her legs as far as they would go. She put three fingers in herself, her wetness covering the digits as she desperately thrust them in, her hips bucking up to meet every thrust. She knew his cock would feel a hundred times better; that he would fill her up and fuck her hard and fast like he was doing to that woman. She glanced back across the street and saw that they had changed positions. She was on her hands on knees and Milo was pounding himself into her from behind. She bucked her hips back, meeting his every thrust. He kept thrusting into her, grabbing his hips and fucking her hard and deep and she enjoyed every minute of it. Her mouth was open, screaming and shouting, though Dani heard no sound. He slapped her ass cheeks as he continued banging away at her.
Dani closed her eyes for a moment, imagining she was on the bed, one her hands and knees, the soft silk of the sheets under her, Milo’s cock inside her. She squeezed her pussy walls together, imagining his hardness filling her up. “Fuck…fuck me…fuck me Milo,” she cried softly.
Across the street, Milo had switched her around so the woman was actually facing outwards, towards Dani’s house. He wrapped the redhead’s long hair around his hand and was pulling it back as he pounded his cock into her. His thrusts became more and more urgent and then her body stiffened and Dani knew she was coming, probably clenching her tight pussy around his dick. Mil’s body went rigid and Dani knew he was coming too. Dani vigorously finger-fucked her pussy, picturing Milo’s cock as he came, spurting tons of hot cum and flooding her pussy. She felt her body tighten, her orgasm coming in waves. She moaned and threw her head back as she shuddered, then collapsed into her chair. For a split second, she could have sworn he looked up across the street, at her. But she exhausted to care.
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Dani slept deeply that night, though occasionally, her dreams were filled with light silver eyes, dark hair, and warm skin.
The next morning, she got up, took a shower and made herself coffee. Thinking she spied the mailman on an early run, she slipped her
flip-flops on and walked out into the warm California sun. She walked out into her front yard, carrying a cup of coffee, and absentmindedly grabbed her mail from the mailbox.
“Bill...bills…junk…” she shuffled through the envelopes quickly, looking for anything interesting or any royalty checks. From the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar movement. Her spine stiffened as she felt a pair of eyes watching her. Slowly, she turned up from over the edge of the envelope. There he was, dressed in his professor-chic outfit – blue button down shirt, chinos, a jacket slung over his shoulder and those sexy wire rimmed glassed perched on the bridge of his nose. He was coming down from his porch and waved at her. Dani weakly waved back, her mouth going dry as she watched him, looking so handsome as he smiled at her. Dani continued to follow him with her eyes as he got into his car and started the engine. His car pulled out into the driveway and as he turned into the street, Dani clearly saw him wink at her. The bastard!
Well now, the game is on.
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The End
Please keep reading for a short excerpt from Part 2: Let the Games Begin
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this book from The Naughty Neighbor series. This can be read as a standalone or you can continue the story and find out what happens to Milo and Dani in the complete Their Game Trilogy. If you want to contact me, please do email me at – [email protected] I’d love to hear from you!
The following is an excerpt from Part 2: Let the Games Begin
Part 1
Milo
Milo Winters stared outside his kitchen window, out into the bright morning. The street where his house was located, Lavander Court, looked gorgeous on this beautiful Saturday morning, bathed in the early light. It was only 8 am, but he knew that she was a creature of habit and at around this time she would be walking out the door to water the plants in her front yard.
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