A light turns on in the house next door and their neighbor Cody walks into view. The brightness of the fluorescent light grabs her attention. She is captivated by his large hands, and his fluid movements as he prepares a bowl of cereal. It’s as if she’s never seen another person pour milk into a bowl before.
He looks over at her and they smile at each as he puts the cereal away, and takes a spoon from a drawer. She shifts her gaze back to the spaghetti sauce encrusted plate she’s been ignoring, running the sponge over and over the same spot, her mind distracted now, her heart rate increasing. She listens for Thomas in the other room and only hears the television.
Her attention returns to Cody as he’s putting the milk into the fridge. His eyes meet hers when he turns around, catching her staring. She flirtatiously smirks, and he winks at her before gathering his bowl of cereal, exiting the kitchen, turning the light out behind him.
Cody and his wife Kimberly moved in a year ago. He’s a stay at home dad and she’s a consultant. Their little boy, Tyler is almost two years old. The four of them have exchanged pleasantries and have had dinners together. Cody and Kimberly are good natured, down-to-earth people, and Cara often wonders why she and Thomas don’t spend more time with them.
The next day after Thomas has left for his office, Cara is sitting at her desk working, an empty coffee mug next to her laptop, papers strewn about. She’s dressed in one of Thomas’ old shirts, and a pair of ratty shorts she’s had since college, her bare face free of make-up. She’s chewing on a pen, her mind vacillating between making more coffee and wondering what Cody is doing. She’s been replaying last night’s brief event over and over in her mind from the moment she woke up.
Her phone chimes for at least the tenth time this hour altering her to new texts and emails. She ignores it, puts the pen down, and hoists herself out of the chair deciding that coffee will be a welcome distraction.
She gathers her thick brown hair up into a messy bun on top of her head, securing it with an elastic she wears on her wrist as she walks down the hall and into the kitchen. She pours water into the coffee maker, glancing next door. The lights are on but no one is there. She disposes the used filter and puts a new one in plus several tablespoons of ground coffee, shuts the lid, and presses the start button.
Perching on the kitchen island, kicking her feet a little, she waits, watching the thin steady stream of dark liquid pour into the pot. She’s mentally crafting an email to her boss about a future project when Cody appears in the window.
Every cell in her body stands at attention as she straightens. She waves when she catches his eye, her face lighting up.
He laughs and waves back. She stares at his tall, slender frame. His messy dark hair falls into his eyes as he puts away dishes from the dishwasher. She watches his t-shirt ride up as he reaches into a cabinet exposing a tender sliver of belly.
She turns her attraction to him over in her mind, picking at it the way she would pick at a scab. It feels like something has grown and hardened over a part of her. She doesn’t let herself feel these things. It isn’t proper for her to allow such a flood of attraction for another person to take her down like a tidal wave, the undertow pulling her under and sweeping her out to the middle of the ocean. She always pushes any feelings of attraction to someone away. It’s as if the mere thought of acting on it is an act against her marriage. She’s afraid that if she lets the feelings surface they’ll devour her in such a voracious manner that she’ll fuck everything leaving her marriage and life in a pile of dust.
The coffee maker sputters, startling her. Her thighs stick to the tile as she hops off the island, walks to the counter, and pours coffee into her mug, dizzy with giddiness. She takes a sip, the liquid hot and bitter on her tongue. Cody is leaning against the sink regarding her with interest. Her cheeks redden as her eyes smile over the edge of the mug. She wants to play with him, push a boundary, and see what might happen.
She unbuttons the top button of her shirt.
He raises a questioning eyebrow as she unbuttons another one. She’s never cheated on Thomas and isn’t sure what this is but something interesting, and maybe that’s what she feels is lacking. She rationalizes that she’s not touching Cody and this is just fun. She feels sexy, desirable and safe behind the glass.
Cara slips her hand into the shirt, her breath caught in her lungs inside as she pinches her nipple. She notices surprise and curiosity light up in his eyes. Her smile widens as she removes her hand and walks back into her office, threads of arousal tightening around her veins as she catches her breath.
That evening she and Thomas are lingering over glasses of wine. He’s telling her about his day. She hears his words, but her mind is distracted. She’s waiting for the light to come on next door, as she half listens to him talking about a co-worker, or was that a client? She doesn’t remember.
“So Jason wants us to sign this contract and I just don’t know if it’s the right time, so I’m telling him…” Thomas says, swirling the few sips of wine he has left in his glass.
“Maybe I’ll see Cody if I slowly do the dishes. Maybe if I take my time, he’ll show up.” she thinks to herself.
“…so then he wants to have this whole meeting about it, and I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“What the fuck am I thinking? What am I going to do when I see him? What am I wanting him to do?” she wonders, imagining his lips on hers, his hands pulling her into him, her body pressed against his.
“Cara? Honey? Are you ok?” Thomas’ voice pulls her back to the table, back to her wine, her husband and the messy dishes.
“I’m sorry. I’m fine, just a little distracted.” she replies, downing the last of her wine.
“Anything you want to talk about?”
“No, I’m just tired.” she shakes her head. “I’m going to clean up.” she says as she stands and clears away their dinner plates.
In the morning she puts on a dress to make coffee and breakfast, hoping to catch a glimpse of Cody. She takes her time scrambling eggs, buttering toast, and making more coffee than usual.
Eventually he comes into view, holding Tyler who is screaming. He’s bouncing the little boy on his hip, talking to him, kissing his temple, before pulling orange juice out of the fridge. Tyler, red-faced with wet cheeks, his little fingers balled into tight fists is inconsolable. Cara’s eyes follow him around the kitchen and out of the room, abandoning the juice.
When she’s finished eating, and clearing away the dishes, Cody returns without Tyler, dressed in his familiar uniform of jeans and a t-shirt. He stops when he sees her and grins.
The warmth in his expression lights her up. She wants to walk next door, wrap her arms around him, and press her mouth against his. These teasingly intoxicating moments feel like compulsively unwrapping pieces of candy. She can hardly finish getting through one before she’s thinking about the next one. When will she see him again? What will happen? How far will this go?
Cody pulls a glass down from the cabinet and Cara leans against the counter in front of the sink. She finishes her coffee, eyes widening as he removes his shirt, revealing the efforts of his long runs. Her pulse quickens, limbs tingling with desire as she looks on with rapt attention.
He pretends to not see her, like this is an everyday occurrence as he pours the juice into the glass, the definition of his shoulders made apparent as he moves. He meets her eyes as he takes a sip.
She stands there motionless, her eyes locked with his in anticipation of what he’ll do next, of what she could do next. She could easily sit here all day drinking copious amounts of coffee while watching him, studying his body.
He sets his mug down and unbuckles his belt. Cara draws in a deep breath, her hand gripping the mug so tightly she feels she could shatter it. Thoughts race around in her mind. What if someone sees them? What if Thomas or Kimberly comes home early? Her arousal gets the better of her, pushing away the thoughts as she feels her pussy expelling its moisture. She reaches for herself, fingers pushing against her clit over the fabric of her dress.
Cody unbuttons his jeans, unzips them, then turns around and exits the kitchen, leaving her sitting there, her mouth agape, her cunt aching, her mind so tormented that she races into her office and finds her cell phone on the desk. She searches for Cody’s number and is about to press the call button when she thinks better of it. What is she going to say? She’s not going to fuck him in his house, nor would she ask him to come to hers.
She puts the phone down and walks into the bedroom. She unzips her dress and collapses on the bed, closing her eyes, imagining Cody next to her. With delicate stokes of her finger tips sliding across her chest, she decides to fuck herself the way she’d want him to fuck her.
She can practically feel his lips against her neck, traveling up behind her ear, his tongue lightly tracing the lobe, moving up to the center before kissing her temple. Her spine tingles, making her laugh and squirm with delight.
He kisses his way to her collar bone, then meets her lips, moving from her upper lip to the lower one. He kisses the corners of her mouth before she slips her tongue into his mouth.
She wraps her arms around him, inviting him in further as she pushes her tongue against his. His hands glide along her ribcage before moving across her chest. He lightly drags his fingers over her breasts, still bound by her bra.
While holding the image of his fingertips grazing her nipples, Cara unhooks her bra and tosses it on the floor. She imagines his mouth there, licking and sucking slowly and gently at first, his tongue tip encircling her areola before flicking against her hardened nipple. He gradually increases the pressure as she becomes more excited, her pleasure audibly escaping her in soft moans.
She takes handfuls of her own silky flesh, before sliding her hands down her torso. She visualizes his hands there, exploring the curves of her breasts, the softness of her waist and valley of her hipbones. She thinks about him feasting on her nakedness as she touches herself, imagining him using the same delicate touch on her cunt as he used on her nipples. He teases her swollen clit with the tips of his fingers before sliding them over her flesh. She parts her legs more, inviting him to slip inside of her, but he doesn’t. He looks at her face, studies her features as his fingers move along her skin.
Cara pushes her hand inside her pale pink cotton underwear, touching herself the way she thinks Cody would touch her, feathery and light. There is a gentleness about the way he conducts himself that makes her feel that quality would translate during sex.
She envisions his fingers between her legs as she teases her pussy. She slides her fingertips along her crevice, paying close attention to the soft damp skin as she does this, noticing how wet she’s gotten.
He kisses his way down the center of her torso, pausing to look at her as he kisses past her navel. She runs her fingers through his hair as he kisses the inside of her thigh. He licks the place where her inner thigh meets her pussy. His tongue traces the outer lips of her cunt making her writhe, and arch her back.
She’s eager to have some part of him inside of her whether it’s his tongue, fingers or cock. She slows down her mind, and her eagerness allowing the feeling of his tongue sliding along her crevice to engulf her.
He licks her several times, adding more pressure with each stroke. She relaxes into him, the muscles of her hips pulling and stretching open as his tongue plunges into her.
Cara slips two fingers inside of herself. She pushes until her knuckles meet her skin and pulls them out, then in again, soaking them. Her knees open all the way, relaxing against the mattress as she does this.
She presses the tip of her middle finger against her clit. She moves back and forth against the slick bead of hardened flesh, adding more pressure before moving her fingers in all-encompassing circles.
She pictures Cody’s tongue doing what her fingers are doing, oscillating between drawing rings around her clit and lapping at her until her body lets go of the tension that has been building in rolling surges of sensation as she closes her eyes and comes, surrendering to the spasming of her muscles. Her fingers push harder against her clit, prolonging the experience until everything slows down and she’s laying there, eyes wide open staring at the ceiling.
After dinner that night, Cara takes even longer with the dishes hoping to find the light next door turn on. Kimberly’s car is parked in the driveway so she figures that the chances of seeing Cody were slim to none but she wanted to try.
The next morning it is Kimberly Cara sees across the way, holding Tyler and pulling out fruit and yogurt from the refrigerator. Cara ducks back into her office with her coffee, unsuccessfully trying to work, her mind stumbling around whether or not she’ll see Cody and when his wife is going to be out of town again.
The weekend passes uneventfully. Cara and Thomas were returning home from a trip to the grocery store when she saw Cody and Kimberly walk out their door with Tyler in a stroller. They all smile and wave at each other. Cara’s cheeks flush pink at seeing him and she wonders if Thomas notices.
On Monday morning Cara is zipping herself up in a short A-line dress after peeking through their bedroom window to find that Kimberly’s car is gone again. She heads downstairs with a craving to make blueberry muffins.
Cody is outside, watering the little vegetable garden along the side of their house. He smiles knowingly at her. She beams while getting her coffee started as he looks on. Her palms are dampening with sweat knowing his eyes are on her as she presses the start button on the coffee maker.
She turns the oven on, fantasizing about taking the muffins over to Cody, and what may ensue once she walks through their door. She doesn’t know how she’ll be able to contain herself if and when the four of them have dinner again.
While she’s pulling out ingredients from various cabinets, she looks up to find Cody isn’t outside anymore. She pauses and glances around, finding everything still in the morning sunlight.
As she pours her coffee, Cody appears in the window again wearing only boxers. She pauses, her body suspended save for her eyes, following him around his kitchen as he makes his own coffee. He turns to grin at her every now and then, clearly enjoying the game they’re playing.
Cara continues relishing the spectacle while dropping a stick of butter, a cup of sugar and two eggs into a large bowl. She blends it all together with a hand mixer until the ingredients become a gooey smear, her palm vibrating from the sensation of the appliance.
Cody pours coffee into a bright red mug and sits on the counter, facing her, his expression questioning as if he’s asking her to do something.
She playfully unzips her dress, tossing it onto the counter, in a dramatic motion, revealing a cream colored lace bra and matching underwear. She feels like she’s putting on a performance for him. He smiles his approval as she rummages through a drawer, pulling out a cutesy pink apron with a little white ruffle lining the top of it, tying it around her neck and waist.
She adds flour, baking powder and a splash of vanilla extract to the wet ingredients and turns the mixer on, looking over at him while he sips his coffee, his eyes still on her. When the flour has adequately been incorporated and the substance is thicker, she dips her finger in the bowl and licks the dough off of her fingertip in an exaggerated motion.
He leans back on the counter, setting his mug down. They haven’t stopped smiling since they entered their respective kitchens and she keeps giggling out of the sheer joy of flirtation, of pushing a limit, of wondering what’s going to happen next. A playful part of her has surfaced and is radiating out of her, and she wants to follow it down whatever road it’s going to lead her to.
Reality pulls on her as the diamond of her engagement ring glints in the sunlight. She knows she shouldn’t be teasing her neighbor. She knows she should forget the whole thing, but can’t pull herself away from the task of making breakfast, half naked while being watched by the object of her desire.
She adds two handfuls of blueberries to the dough and stirs them in. As she starts to pour the mixture into the muffin tin, Cody reaches into his boxers. Her attention is split between waiting for him to expose himself and not wanting to make a huge mess.
Cody removes his cock from his boxers, his face relaxed and patient as he strokes himself. She finishes filling the cups of the tin with batter and places it in the oven and sets the timer, her mind fixated on masturbating alongside him.
Cara unties her apron letting it fall to the floor. She unhooks her bra releasing the weight of her breasts, and tosses it on top of her dress on the counter. She takes handfuls of flesh before pulling hard on her nipples while keeping her eyes on Cody. She wants him so badly that she purposely pinches herself too hard. It’s as if the pain she’s inducing will alleviate her desire for him.
He continues stroking himself in the same steady manner, stopping every so often to lick his palm, lubricating it. She stares while reaching between her legs, rubbing her clit over the lacy fabric of her underwear.
His smile fades from amusement to an expression of desire as he wraps his hand around the base of his dick dragging his hand from the base to the head in one long stroke.
She pulls her underwear off, kicking them onto the floor before hopping onto the island. She leans back and sets her foot down on the edge her pink lips opening, slick with arousal.
Cody increases the speed of his stroking as Cara brings her fingers to her mouth, sucking each one, relishing the sensation of her tongue against them before touching her cunt, working herself with a light up and down motion on her clit.
The smell of muffins wafts into her experience as she plays with herself, her eyes glued to Cody’s delicious erection. She imagines putting it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head before taking all of him in until the tip reaches the back of her throat.
He licks his palm again and returns to stroking his cock. She runs the tip of her tongue over her lips as she stares at him, her fingers still working her clit. The evidence of her arousal dampens her fingertips. She brings them to her mouth, licking them before slipping a couple inside of herself.
Cody speeds up and Cara matches this, pushing her fingers in and out of her cunt. She so badly wants to fuck him, wants to climb on top of him, shoving him inside of her and receiving the sweet relief of finally having him there. She imagines the fullness of his cock spreading her open as she grinds against him. She slips into the perceived comfort of having his arms wrapped around her, her chest pressed against his.
That does it for her, the feeling of being seen, and desired; of being felt from the inside out. It all crashes down on her like an avalanche as she comes. She comes so hard that tears spring to her eyes, and the sensation of holding back, of holding herself in evaporates and settles into a quiet still calmness she’s never experienced before.
She barely registers in the middle of her blissed out state that Cody is also coming. She hardly notices the liquid spilling out of him as his face tightens briefly before his features relax again, his hand slowing down to a stop.
The timer on the oven goes off, startling Cara and she gasps. Cody gives her a confused look as he peels himself off the counter and reaches for paper towels to clean himself off with.
She slips off the island and rinses her hands in the sink. She holds up one finger, telling him to hang on as she opens the oven door. She pushes her hands into oven mits and pulls out the tray of muffins, holding them up to the window so he can see what she was up to prior to fucking herself.
He grins and shakes his head which makes her laugh. She turns around, her back to him now, placing the tin down. She puts the apron back on and pulls out a butter knife to help ease the muffins out onto a cooling rack.
When she’s got two of them out, she glances behind her to see what he’s doing and she finds him gone. She turns all the way around and stares at his kitchen waiting for him to appear again.
Cara runs her hands through her hair and puts her underwear back on. She continues to stare across the way, waiting for Cody to return.
Several minutes go by. She finishes with the muffins, arranging them on the cooling rack, her mind still racing but her body so relaxed that she feels she’s underwater, her movements lethargic and heavy.
She picks up a muffin and takes a bite, a blueberry erupting in her mouth as she chews. She leans against the counter and polishes off the rest of her coffee in between bites of muffin, her eyes still glued to Cody’s kitchen.
The doorbell rings, her heart catching in her throat and she chokes on the half chewed muffin. Her eyes water as she coughs, turning on the faucet, shoving her mug under the rush of water, filling it halfway before taking a few sips.
“Just a second!” she manages, doubting whoever is there heard her. She tears off the apron and pulls on her dress, zipping it up as she makes her way to the living room, wondering if a package of some sort has arrived even though she didn’t remember ordering anything.
She opens the door and freezes, her eyes wide with surprise.
“Hi.” Cody grins, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. “May I come in?”