Dirty Neighbor

by Vivian Connelly

  “Basil root tea. It’s grandmother McCallister’s specialty. She heard you coughing at the courthouse and thought you might be coming down with a cold.”

  “Aw, that’s sweet. Put it away.”

  “Come on, Olivia. I’ve already told enough lies at this point. Don’t make me lie to my grandmother about you drinking her sacred tea on top of everything else.”

  I had the cup unscrewed from the thermos and poured a cup of the tea before she had another minute to protest. She took the cup from my hand and drank the tea and I watched the curve of her neck as she swallowed.

  “OK, your grandmother’s tea isn’t awful. It might even be OK.”

  “Great, I’ll let her know.”

  She surprised me by finishing the cup and pouring herself a second round.

  “Do you really think this great idea of yours is going to work, Olivia? Do you really think the enemies-to-lovers bit is going to get our fathers to settle?”

  She finished sipping from the cup and set it next to her.

  “I never said it was a great idea. But it doesn’t need to be. It just needs to be good enough. We just need to calm them down enough to get them into that courthouse one more time so we can get them to settle. Have you talked any sense into your father?”

  “I’ve talked to my father. He’s not thrilled but he’s not stupid. He doesn’t want this thing to go in front of a judge any more than we do. What about your stubborn old…”

  She gave me the look.

  “I mean, what about your father. Were you able to calm him down?”

  “He was a little suspicious about the whole thing but I think he’ll be fine. We just need to get them in the damn arbitration room and get them to sign off on agreeing to split the land. Which reminds me…”

  She bent over to retrieve something from her purse. As luck would have it, she had placed her purse four feet in front of the bench we were on. She needed to stretch to reach it, and the shirt she was wearing rode up and gave me a delicious view of the small of her back. Which was conveniently situated above the pink panties she was wearing.

  She could have reached into that purse forever. In fact, at that point I would have preferred it because my tongue had stuck to the roof of my mouth and I could feel my face go flush. She was still rooting around in that fucking purse and I could feel the needle starting to move north. And then she found what she was looking for and she sat back.

  She did that thing that girls do, where she unconsciously pulled at the back of her shirt when she sat back. At least the sexy girls did that, I supposed. Somewhere on the lake a fish was jumping.

  “Here. I went ahead and had this printed out. Go ahead and have a look at it and make sure everything looks OK to you.”

  I scanned through her document, including the footer on the last page under the signature lines.

  “Legalbanana.com?”

  “I’m just trying to be cost conscious here, Jonathon. You get one document free with their trial subscription.”

  Great.

  “I think it looks fine, Olivia. If we can get them both to sign it.”

  “We should be fine. Trust me. We’re two college educated business people. It shouldn’t be that hard to outsmart a couple of stubborn old farmers.”

  “What happens with your farm once you go back to New York, Olivia? Will your brother end up working for your father?”

  “Maybe.”

  “But he’s kind of a pothead, right?”

  She was annoyed. But her mouth twisted in the corners when she was annoyed and I liked it.

  “What makes you say that?”

  “Because he was wearing a concert shirt at the courthouse and he looked like he might have been stoned. At nine o’clock in the morning.”

  “He smokes a little. But we live in Colorado. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the state is one of the most relaxed in the country as far as pot goes.”

  I looked back at her Legalbanana document. She had done a good job. Except for my father’s name. She had misspelled his name on the last page of the document, right underneath where we needed him to sign.

  “You’ve got a typo. Even Legalbanana should have known there are two ‘L’s in McCallister.”

  “What? Where?”

  She leaned over to where I was pointing on the last page. Right next to me. Right up against me, in fact. Even over the breeze from the lake I could smell her hair. It smelled like lavender. And roses. And some other things that I couldn’t identify but I knew were in the pheromone family.

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Here, let me have it. I’ll fix it and print out another copy. I don’t know how I missed that.”

  She snatched the paper from my hand and leaned forward to put it back in her purse. She was quicker this time, but quick was still a couple of microseconds too long. The panties were pink but they had a flower pattern on them. These were her everyday panties. The ones that night in the car had been black…

  She leaned back, sighed, and killed what was left in the thermos cup before handing it back to me. For a moment we just sat looking at the lake together. We were on the Clark County side, but the Madison County side was visible enough across the water. Easy enough to see the tiny open spot on the other side between the trees.

  “See that?”

  I pointed across the lake to the spot I was looking at. She made a show of following my finger with her eyes but I knew she knew what I was pointing at.

  “Yeah I see it.”

  “That’s our spot.”

  “I know.”

  “That was nice, right?”

  She was still looking at the spot across the lake, but I had stopped pointing. I was turned and looking directly at her.

  “It was OK.”

  She was teasing me because she was starting to smile. Or she was smiling because she was starting to think about that night. I didn’t care which. I was too fixated on her hair and her lips and whatever kind of damn flower was on that pink cotton panties of hers. But I played along.

  “Just OK?”

  “A little better than OK, maybe.”

  I nodded in mock agreement with her.

  “I suppose. You don’t kiss nearly as well as Becky Taylor.”

  “I beg your par…”

  My insult got just the response I had hoped for. She turned to me in feigned aggravation and she barely got three words out of her mouth and I was pressing my mouth onto hers. Her surprise lasted for about half a second and I felt her tongue inside my mouth. And with that single move, she put Becky Taylor to shame.

  With neither of us speaking, I could hear the wind in the trees as I pulled her closer. I had my hands on her ass and I lifted her. I wanted her closer. I wanted her on top of me. I wanted everything about her as close to me as possible.

  Being with her this time was different. It was broad daylight and I could see every little detail I had missed about her in the car. Darkness had been romantic, but it didn’t suit her the way full sunlight was doing. I had my hands full of her hair and I could feel the heat of her body, but I still decided to break the kiss. It was partly a test. It was partly to see her reaction, and I could see she wanted it as much as I did. But it was also because I had something else I wanted to ask her.

  “You’ve kind of already heard my Becky Taylor story. It’s a two-way street, Olivia. How do you know about this place?”

  I was looking at her lips when I asked it but I wanted to hear her answer, so I moved to the nape of her neck. That was the same as the night in my car. She tasted salty and sweet.

  “When I was a senior in high school I dated a guy that would bring me down here.”

  I was taking my time at the bottom of her neck because my hands were busy feeling her ass. That ass that was stretched out in front of me when she reached for her purse. She had to be doing that on purpose…

  “I had dated boys before that—movies, school dances, that kind of stuff. This guy was a little bit older. We did things.”
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br />   Any part of me that wasn’t rigid before was absolutely rock solid now. I wasn’t sure if it was her story or her ass in my hands. So I kept moving my way up her neck.

  “I had boys feel me up before. I was a senior, after all. But I never had one go full inside my shirt before. It was the first time I had been touched there. By someone else, I mean.”

  Too much for any one man to stand. I realized I didn’t need two hands on her ass anymore, it was a poor distribution of resources. I was a righty, which meant it was my right hand that was moving up her blouse.

  “If my father knew a boy had me down here with his hands up my shirt he would have beat the hell out of him. Which is exactly the reason we were down here, where no one would know. If my father knew what else we did, he probably would have killed him.”

  Her voice was low and she was doing an admirable job of speaking, considering I had her breast in my hand. I could feel her hard nipple against my palm. I held her, savoring the feel of her chest rising and falling. Wanting to hear her tell her story and wanting to kiss her mouth at the same time…

  “That wasn’t what he brought me down here for, though. If he wanted to grab my tits he could have done that anywhere. He unbuckled my pants and got them to my knees, just enough to give him access to my panties. Although, in truth, it wasn’t my panties he was interested in…”

  My lips had made it up to her ear and I was chewing on her lobe. I dropped my hand to the waist of her jeans and enjoyed listening to the snap sound that came from her buckle. I think it even echoed off the lake a little, and for a moment I wondered if it could be heard from our other spot between the trees on the other side. She stopped talking.

  “What next, Olivia? What happened next?”

  Part of me wanted to make the moment last forever, and part of me genuinely wanted to hear the rest of her story. But all of me was hard as I felt her body pressed against mine.

  “It just occurred to me, we may have even been sitting right here.”

  I could feel the waistband of her panties under my fingers but I was starting to lose the ability to think straight. I was still kissing her ear and when I breathed, I got a lungful of the way she smelled. Intoxicating…

  “Jonathon…”

  I still couldn’t identify what it was she smelled like, but I wanted to roll around in it.

  “Jonathon, take off your pants.”

  That was a command she didn’t need to give me twice. I stood to take off my pants and made the mistake of watching her take off hers. She peeled her jeans down her slender body as I tried to take my pants off and I tripped and almost did a header into the lake. I got back up with little grace but with a cock that was pointing towards the roof of the boathouse.

  “Sit.”

  It was like she was talking to a dog, and I knew I was at least panting like one. I planted my naked ass on the bench and pulled her back over to me. She had done me the favor of leaving her panties on. I didn’t know if she had done it on purpose and I didn’t care.

  Pink.

  With roses. They looked like roses.

  I put my hands on her hips and ran them to the top of those pink panties and she stopped me. She was still teasing me, and I was long past the point of wanting to be teased.

  “You still think Becky Taylor is a better kisser than I am?”

  I got my right hand free and managed to start pulling the panties down her thighs. She played like she was fighting with me, but I knew at that point nothing was happening that Olivia didn’t want to happen first. The panties made it past her knees and hit the wooden floor of the boathouse.

  Everything that had been a secret to me in the dark of the backseat was now right out in the open. She was gorgeous, naked from the waist down, standing in the daylight for me to see. I went to pull her on top of me but she was resisting me, and I realized I had still not answered her question. Although the raging hard-on standing between the two of us should have been all the answer she needed.

  “I’ve never been with another woman like you, Olivia.”

  It was honest. Maybe too honest. But it was enough to subdue her and I pulled her up onto my lap. She scooted herself forward and was poised directly over me. I opened my mouth to speak, but she put her finger on my lips.

  “I told you, I’m on the pill. Don’t worry.”

  “That wasn’t what I was going to say. I wanted you to finish the rest of your story.”

  She was looking at me but her hand had slipped behind her body and I felt her soft fingers on the head of my cock. She needed to arch her back slightly to reach but I felt her as she placed me right at the entrance to her sex.

  “You want to hear me tell you the rest of the story about my high school boyfriend? Is that really what you want?”

  Teasing me. Again. I could feel her right on the edge and as I tried to raise my hips, she just lifted herself higher. I put my hands on her hips and leaned forward, straining to work my way back to her neck. And her ear. I got as close as I possibly could while she stayed poised over top of me and I whispered in her ear.

  “You know what I really want.”

  I felt her take her hand off my cock and the weight of her body did all the rest. She was warm and she was tight but she sank down on top of me like her body had been made to fit against mine. I wanted her to take it easy. I wanted her to go slow. But slow and easy apparently didn’t have a place in the Olivia Hawthorne playbook.

  “Slow this time, Olivia. You’re going to make me cum, Olivia.”

  Her only response to me was a soft moan, and that was going to help things.

  I tried to take my mind off her body moving up and down on mine. I tried to ignore the massage she was giving me with her warm, wet pussy. I reached behind her to grab onto her in an effort to keep myself from cumming too fast, and I had my hands full of her soft, supple ass.

  Nope, that wasn’t helping either…

  “Olivia, you’re going to make me cum, baby.”

  She might have heard me or she might not, but I knew it didn’t matter. Her body was moving faster. Her mouth was open in a moan and I realized it wasn’t my orgasm that she was worried about. She was moving faster and faster and her body was tensing. Her body was getting tense and her muscles started to grip me, just the way they do right before you…

  “Oh God.”

  I felt her orgasm when it hit her. I was watching her blue eyes and saw her eyelids flutter as her body started to clamp down on mine. Watching her face had been the thing that allowed me to hang on. But her head was thrown back now and I wasn’t looking in her eyes. And I could feel her body gripping me as the orgasm continued to ripple through her sweet body.

  My body had enough. I had been lucky to make it past seeing the top of her pink panties. Looking at her head thrown back as her pussy locked onto me was more than I could take. I grabbed onto her hips as I felt myself pulse one last time inside her.

  I groaned when my orgasm hit. It was loud and I knew that it had carried across the lake. And I could have justified a scream for the way that it made me feel, but I satisfied myself by grabbing onto her hips. Her head came forward and she was looking at me—just as I had looked at her when she had gone first. She was looking at me and smiling, and I realized then I didn’t want it to ever end.

  Chapter 10

  Olivia

  I was looking at the same cast of characters sitting in the arbitration room—almost. Jonathon’s grandmother was grinning at me, no doubt taking the romance bit hook, line, and sinker. My grandmother was smiling too, but that was because she knew the deal. She was my confidante and she was going to help me see this thing through.

  There were two other noticeable exceptions that were different than the week before. Jonathon and I were seated next to each other at one end of the table—a not so subtle nod to the relationship we were hoping would kill this thing. And I was taking comfort from the feeling of his big body next to mine.

  The second difference was the guy standing
in the corner. They had brought in a second deputy this time, which wasn’t surprising after the melee that had erupted the week before. He was a barrel-chested man with a beard and a badge and he would have looked intimidating enough even without the shotgun. His presence was daunting and made the room seem a little bit smaller, but in a way, his presence seemed to slightly put my mind at ease.

  “Ladies and gentlemen.”

  The other deputy. He looked puny now in comparison to the bear holding a weapon in the corner. But even the small deputy had a shiny new can of mace on his belt.

  “Judge Rafferty has given me very specific instructions to give to you all this morning. He wants me to stress, again, that it is in every one’s best interest if this can be resolved in a fair and peaceful manner. He much prefers that it not be a matter that is brought in front of his court, because that will result in additional costs to both you and the taxpayers.”

  I looked around the room. Our fathers were looking at the deputy speaking. Jonathon’s grandmother was still looking at me. The man with the shotgun was not looking at anything. And I realized the deputy who was speaking was now looking at a paper he held in his hand.

  “Judge Rafferty further wanted me to make clear to all parties present that if this matter does go into his court, it will happen in two weeks’ time. He feels that there have already been enough resources devoted to this in order for it to come to an equitable outcome.”

  He paused for dramatic effect as much as anything. And the effect was dramatic.

  “Furthermore, the judge wanted to make clear that any and all costs associated with taking this into his court will be passed on to the complainants.”

  I felt Jonathon’s hand on my thigh under the table. He gave me a light squeeze, and I shook my head in agreement. The judge just fired a shot over the bow to scare some sense into both of our hard-headed fathers. Both families were on the brink of financial hardship as it was, so it was a shot that hit home. Any farmer with two cents worth of sense in his head would have taken the judge’s warning seriously.