As I cooked, I heard a knock at the door. I glanced at the clock: 6:59 PM, right on time. A minute early, actually. She's here.
"Hi! I brought wine. Sweet wine," she said playfully as I gave her a disapproving look.
"Natasha, what the hell? I expected you to bring something sweet like a dessert."
She laughed and hugged me, planting a soft kiss on my cheek.
"You said you love sweets. Sweet wine, here." She smiled playfully.
Was she being childish? Was this a prank? This wasn't the serious Natasha I knew.
"I meant sweet like a dessert, damn you."
"You and I can be the dessert. Now, choose - do we eat first, or let's have the dessert already? If I can choose, let's have the des-"
I cut her off before I lost my mind and punched her in the rib that had just healed.
"Natasha, stop with your flirty comments before I push you out the door."
I was really expecting a dessert, like a cake or something sweet to eat. But this lady brought wine. SWEET WINE.
"I'm just joking," she said, laughing as she walked to the kitchen.
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"I'll wash the dishes after; you rest. The food is amazing as always. I'm impressed again." She said as she ate.
"You saying that doesn't surprise me anymore; I know I'm good."
"Okay, if you're mad at me for bringing sweet wine... I have a plan, actually, so don't be. Let's finish this, and I'll take you there." She explained.
"Where?"
"It's a secret." She winked at me, and I rolled my eyes.
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After finishing the meal, I impatiently waited for her to reveal her mysterious plan. Natasha led me to the living room with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Natasha, seriously, what are you up to?"
"Relax, Y/N. I promise you'll like it" She said, her voice dropping to a low, seductive tone.
As she stepped closer to me, my heart began to race. The air between us crackled with tension, and I found myself drawn to her magnetic presence.
Her lips found mine in a searing kiss, her tongue teasing the seam of my mouth until I granted her entry. I moaned into the kiss, losing myself in the sensation of her body pressed against mine.
"I want you, Y/N." She whispered, her breath hot against my ear.
All of my thoughts vanished as Natasha expertly unbuttoned my shirt, trailing scorching kisses down my neck and collarbone. I was helpless to resist the pull of her touch, my body burning with desire.
Clothes fell away, piece by piece, until we were both stripped bare. Natasha guided me to the couch, where she straddled my lap and positioned herself above me.
"I want you, Y/N. Every inch of you." She said, her voice dripping with desire.
Her hands explored my body, teasing and caressing until I was trembling with need. When she finally sank down onto me, I cried out in ecstasy, feeling the sweetest pleasure I had ever experienced.
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For months we had been neighbors and as time went by, our friendship had morphed into something truly special. Natasha was always there for me, I didn't know what my life would be without her. But things have changed lately between us and I have been grappling with strange feelings.
As a woman who's never been with a woman, I had never questioned my sexuality before. But as I spent more and more time with Natasha, I discovered a growing attraction to her that I couldn't ignore. Her playful teasing and flirty comments made my heart race, and I found myself craving her touch more and more.
Suppressing these thoughts proved difficult since the bond we shared meant everything to me. But the tension between us still increased and I felt myself on the edge of giving in.
When Natasha finally made her move, kissing me with a passion that took my breath away, I knew I couldn't resist any longer. In that moment, all my fears and doubts melted away, replaced by an undeniable desire for the woman who had been by my side for months.
When our bodies began to smoothly move together, I realized that my attraction to Natasha went beyond physical desire. I was falling for her, heart and soul, and there was no turning back.
Our sweet encounter that night marked the beginning of a new chapter in our relationship. We continued to explore our connection, discovering new depths of pleasure and intimacy together.
As I lay in her arms, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat, I knew that I had found something truly special. My love for Natasha had taken me by surprise.
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THE NEIGHBOR
RomanceY/n's husband died five months ago. She doesn't have kids so she lives alone. She promised herself that she's not gonna find love again because her husband is her first love... She thinks he's the only one she fall for... She got a new neighbor, Na...
