The naughty neighbour

5

An orgasm begun building inside me, as I rubbed myself, letting my fantasy consume me. His hot kisses trailing down my body, his tongue circling my nipple, his hard on rubbing against me, making me want to scream in ecstasy.

'Rebecca! Come downstairs please.' My sister Layla shouted. My eyes snapped open and all that work and building up disappeared. Great, just bloody great! I couldn't stop thinking about him and the way his lips and tongue had felt on me. The way I had gripped his hair and the way he had tasted. I bit my lip as I made myself look normal and went downstairs.

You could say that Menage a moi was my dirty little secret. I couldn't remember when I had started doing it and I had tried stopping it several times, because some scholars said it was a sin while others had said it was greatly disliked. I felt guilty about it but it wasn't a regular thing. I wasn't addicted to it like some females. Sometimes, I just needed to relax and relieve the sexual frustration inside me and it was usually before I went for a shower. I saw it as more safer than going out with boys and stuff. Besides, I wasn't getting married any time soon. My mother had made it clear that my elder sister had to get married first -which she was- and I had to finish uni before I settled down. I pretended that I didn't want to get married, but I did. I felt embarrassed to talk about marriage with my mum. I only had to wait a couple of years more but until then, I had my secret to satisfy me.

'Yes.' I said moodily as I entered the kitchen, clearly feeling frustrated.

'Help me decide my bouquet.' Layla said to me. She was engaged and finally found a guy she actually like and hence they were getting married in a week or so.

'Great, you still haven't chosen your flowers?' I looked at the laptop screen. 'That's perfect.' I said pointing to a white and royal blue, beaded bouquet of roses. My sister had shunned the traditional red and opted for her favourite blue colour instead, to my mums great disapproval.

'Thanks, sis.' Seconds later, she gasped, as she tears begun brimming in her eyes. 'Shit. No. This can't be happening.'

'What's wrong?'

'The stupid hairstylist just cancelled on me!' She shrieked. My usually calm and composed sister was turning into a bridezilla.

'Ok, Um. Don't worry we'll find someone.'

'Find someone! My weddings in a bloody week!'

'Don't take it out on me. Its not my fault.' I snapped and walked away.

I tried my luck and a few friends if they knew anyone.

Suddenly a text popped out from K. i.e. Callum. Crap. I had sent him one accidentally.

Getting hitched?

I wondered if I should reply and so I did. Not me. My sister.

Well I know someone whose awesome at it.

Who?

It'll cost you a kiss.

I rolled my eyes at that reply, but I was desperate, for more than just a hairstylists.

Fine.

My sister

Cool.

I thought about my dilemma. I had found a hairstylist. But how was I to tell my mum how I found out about out neighbour. I couldn't tell her it was through Callum. I thought about it.

 Name? Instagram account? Usually make-up artists or hair professionals had account names, so I hoped that she did. Instead of replying, he called me. I shut the door and hesitatingly picked it up.

'Why?'

'Because i can't tell my sister that I talk to you and usually they advertise their work on instagram.'

'Ok, her account name is ...proffessionalhairstylesby_Victoria. She's in the garden by the way, so ask her.'

'How? I can't just randomly say can you do my sisters hair?'

'You'll figure something out.' and he abruptly ended the call. I paced the room thinking about it. Then I went to Layla's room and looked out her window and looked into Callum's garden. It wasn't easy as a huge green bush sealed them from my view but suddenly a plan kicked in. I ran downstairs to the garden, to put my idea into action.

'Argh!' I said loudly and kicked a football over.

'Is this your ball?' The woman soft voice came from the other side.

'Omigod, I'm so sorry.' I faked. 'I was just a little angry.'

'Its ok. Everything alright honey?'

'Yeah, except for the fact that my sisters wedding is in a week and her hairstylist just cancelled. But other than that. Everything fine.' I closed my eyes hoping she offered her services.

'Oh, I am a trained hairstylist. I do it on the side as a hobby. I can do her hair if you like, unless your after-'

'No. It'll be perfect. I'll just inform my sister. If you're free, can come round for a cup of tea and discuss it with her.' I suggested. She laughed and said she would. I let out a triumphant smiled. I had managed to solve two problems without a glich.

Thanks. I texted Callum.

Happy to help, don't forget you owe me. ;)

********* 

My sister looked relieved as she discussed the details with Callum's sister. Victoria was so sweet and friendly. Whilst they spoke, the marquee for the hen party arrived. It had arrived three days early and my parent's weren't even in town. They were away, still doing last minute preparations and handing out invitations. The marquee company had asked for a someone to be available to help them set it up.

'What are we going to do? Dads not home. They'll charge extra to deliver it again. Why is everything going wrong?' Layla said in a stressed voice, as the one man stood waiting. We were going to be of no help, since it was so heavy and large.

'Um, my eldest son is at home. I can get him to come round and help.'

'Are you sure?' Layla asked, hope glittering in her eyes.

'Yes. It's not a problem. I'll just give him a ring.'

A few minutes later, Callum arrived, wearing a sleeveless hoody and shorts. I ignored him, pretending that i barely knew him. Argh, the kiss I owed him ran across my mind. But he wouldn't dare, would he?

'Rebecca, give them some drinks. Its boiling outside.' Layla said.

'Sure.' I put some crushed ice into the hi-ball glass and poured in the lemonade. I went outside and into the part of the marquee which was almost done.

'I've got some lemonade.' I said entering the tent and stopped. Only Callum was there. He looked up from his phone and gave me a killer smile. His face was red and his body looked shiny with sweat. I was beginning to feel the heat.

'Where's the other guy?' I asked as he started coming towards me. I felt glued to my spot unable to move. I knew what was coming. My debt and he wasn't a gentleman about it.He grabbed my face and with intensity, begun kissing me, and I unashamedly kissed him back. I squeaked as he squeezed my bottom with his loose hand. I wanted to hold him, grab his hair and feel his body but the two glasses stopped me. He suddenly stopped, took one of the drinks from my hand and begun drinking it. Damn, I wanted more.

'He's getting something from the van.'

'What?' I said, still dazed by the kiss.

'The other guy you asked about. Oh he's here now.' Callum grinned knowing the affect he had on me. I gulped. I didn't say anything and gave the drink to the other guy and walked away. No more, I said to myself, no more.