Won’t You Be My Neighbor? [Part 4]

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A chime rang through the house, followed by a boy’s voice bellowing, “I’ll get it.” There were four or five thudding footsteps and then the door sprang open. Susan watched Aiden’s face shift from a smile to shock in seconds.“W-what are you doing here?”  he whispered nervously.Aiden looked her up and down, clearly undressing her with his eyes. Susan hadn’t dressed to impress, but for a casual day around the house, in a pair of leggings and a t-shirt. But Aiden already knew what was underneath. Susan ignored his prying eyes, and held up the casserole dish, sparkling clean in the sunlight. “Came to return this,” she answered. “It’s what good neighbors do.” She gave him a flirty little wink.“Who is it?” Aiden’s mother called from further inside the house.“It’s uh…” Aiden trailed off. Susan giggled to herself, realizing that she’d never actually given him her name. The extent of their previous verbal interaction had only been telling Aiden to get the fuck out of her house.“Susan Elroy,” Susan called past Aiden’s shoulder. “From next door. Your new neighbor.”“Oh, Susan!” Aiden’s mother exclaimed. “Just give me a sec and I’ll be right there.”“You aren’t going to say anything, are you?” Aiden asked.Susan couldn’t help herself from torturing the boy, “Well, Aiden, I do think honesty between neighbors is the best policy, don’t you?”“What? No! You can’t!” Aiden begged. “Please!”“Relax, Aiden,” Susan said with a smile. “I’m just busting your balls a bit. For someone who jerks off so much, you know, you’re really kinda uptight.”A wounded look crossed Aiden’s face, and he was about to retort something when a tall woman suddenly appeared from around the corner of the hallway. She was dressed neatly as if she were attending a business meeting instead of washing dishes. Susan guessed she was maybe ten years older than her. “Susan!” the woman cried as if they were longtime friends. “It’s so good to finally meet you.”“You, too, Mrs. Braun,” Susan responded.“Mrs. Braun?” she laughed. “Nonsense, dear. Just call me Nina.”“Okay, Nina.” Susan handed her the clean dish. “Thanks for this. It was delicious, and just what I needed to get me through moving in.”“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Susan passed the dish to Aiden. “Could you put this away and bring us some tea, sweetie?” She looked back Ankara escort to Susan, “You will stay for a cup of tea, won’t you?”Susan glanced at Aiden who was all but pleading ‘no’ with his eyes.“Sure,” she accepted and followed Nina into the living room.Aiden gave the sort of dramatic exasperated sigh that only teenagers can manage to take seriously and disappeared into the kitchen.“You’ve really got a beautiful home,” Susan said. She looked around and saw that everything was immaculately placed, as if waiting to be photographed for some furnishing catalog.“Thank you,” Nina said. “I try. But you know how hard it is to keep things in order with two men around. Sometimes they drive me crazy!” Nina made a playful growling noise and scrunched up her face. “How about you? Not married?”“I was, but I’m in full remission now.”“Ah,” Nina commented and chuckled lightly with uncertainty. Susan had spent so much time around other medical professionals, she wondered if she’d forgotten how to talk to normal people.“Sorry. Joke. I mean, I’m divorced.”“Right,” Nina nodded.“It was a case of getting married too young before either of us had really figured out who we were as individuals, let alone together, and what we wanted out of life. I wanted a career, and he wanted to sleep with other women.” Once she started talking, Susan found she couldn’t stop – not even when Aiden returned with the tea, and sat perched on one of the chairs, staring at her with a cautious fascination mixed with lust. “Sorry, I don’t mean to bore you,” she apologized after speaking for several minutes. “It’s just, I haven’t really been able to talk about all this before.”“It’s alright, dear,” Nina responded. “I understand. Actually, Robert is my second husband. I was married to Aiden’s father, David, before him. I don’t like to complain about him, especially in front of…” She pointed her eyes toward Aiden, who wore an expression that said his mother complained plenty about his father, and it was something of a sore spot. “Let’s just say we haven’t gotten along for some time,” Nina concluded, and quickly changed the subject. “So, how are you settling into the new house?”“It’s coming along,” Susan admitted. “I’ve still got a few boxes to unpack. And I never realized how Ankara escort bayan many small things need doing in a new home. You’re very lucky to have a husband and son who can help you out with fixing things around the house.”  “I hate to say it,” Nina laughed. “But Robert really isn’t very handy.”“One time, one of our taps in our shower didn’t work,” Aiden volunteered. “So, Robert thought he could just fix it himself, but he didn’t even know to turn off the water, and it went all over the place and got in the walls and everything. We had to pay like two thousand dollars to clean it up, and then another five hundred to get the tap fixed, which is all we would have had to pay in the first place!”“Shh…” Nina admonished her son.“But it’s like basic one-oh-one stuff,” Aiden said, clearly enjoying gloating about his stepfather’s screw-ups.“Aiden does most of the handy work around the house,” Nina informed Susan. “His father is a contractor, and he taught Aiden to do a lot of things.”“Before he took off,” Aiden added, muttering.“Right,” Nina agreed. “Anyway, if you need any help around your house, I’m sure Aiden would be more than willing to lend a hand.”Aiden looked up at his mother surprised that she was volunteering his services. “Don’t I get a say in that?”“It’s the neighborly thing,” Nina reminded her son.“Thanks Nina. I may just take you up on that… If it’s okay with you, Aiden.” Susan gave the boy a subtly flirtatious look (as much as she thought she could get away with without Nina noticing). She added, “I can think of one or two things that need doing, and I have feeling that you’re really good with your hands.” Aiden blushed, and looked embarrassed. “I’m sure I can make it worth your while,” Susan added, and favored Aiden with a coy smile.Aiden’s hands folded awkwardly in his lap, and Susan wondered if he might be trying to hide an erection brought on by the memory of her show the night before. She knew it must be clear in the front of his mind. It certainly hadn’t left hers.A phone buzzed as it vibrated against the end table next to Nina. She answered it. “Yes…? You what…? Damn it, Robert… Okay… Okay… Where are you…? Alright, I’ll be right there… Just hang on, honey… Okay… Love you, too… Bye.” Nina hung up Escort Ankara and stood. “Listen, I’m really sorry. It seems Robert locked his keys inside his car at work.”“Again?” Aiden asked, smirking.“Mmhm,” Nina nodded. “I’ve to got to go save him. He’s got an important meeting he needs to travel across town to, and well… It’s Nina to the rescue! I don’t mean to rush you out the door, but…”“Actually, I was hoping to talk a bit more with Aiden,” Susan said, spotting an opportunity. Nina looked perplexed with what anyone would want with her teen son, so Susan clarified. “I thought I’d tell him a bit more about what I need done. I guess we could go next door…”“It’s okay mom, we’ll be fine,” Aiden said. “You go. I’ll take care of Susan.”“Ms. Elroy,” Nina corrected her son, as she collected her purse and slipped her shoes on.“Ms. Elroy,” Aiden repeated diligently.“Actually, Susan’s fine with me,” Susan said.“Alright, I really have to hurry,” Nina said. “Susan, it was very nice to meet you. Aiden, don’t forget you still have chores here.”“I know,” Aiden grumbled.“It was great to meet you, too, Nina,” Susan returned.“Bye,” Nina said, already rushing towards the garage. There was the sound of a door opening and closing, and then the whirring of a garage door motor, a brief pause, and then the whirring again as the garage door lowered again. Finally, there was silence.“So…” Susan said.“So,” Aiden responded, looking unsure of himself. Susan realized that if she was in the driver’s seat of whatever this was (she was still figuring it out and not too eager to put a label it), she was going to have to do the work of driving.“Why don’t you come sit over here?” Susan said, patting the sofa cushion beside her. “That way we don’t have to shout across the room at each other.”“Uh, okay,” Aiden agreed. He stood, and Susan’s eyes instinctively went to his shorts where the outline of his impressive cock pressed through the loose material. He crossed the room and took his place at the other end of the couch where his mother had been seated. He grabbed a cushion and held it in his lap as if for safety from the wild scary neighbor lady.‘Ugh! Come on!’ Susan thought to herself. ‘What’s your deal? Why are you making this so difficult?’ Aloud, she asked, “So, did you enjoy the show last night?” Aiden’s face went beet-red. Susan couldn’t help but giggle. “You liked it, didn’t you?” Aiden nodded, still not able to verbally react to Susan’s boldness. “It certainly looked like you did. God, I can’t get the image out of my mind: you, standing there, stroking that beautiful cock of yours.”

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