Nice (Neighbors book 1) (re-published)

Peeping Tom

Brice

Damn. That was the first thought I had when I turned around to meet Elle. I don't know what I was expecting her to look like but I was not disappointed. The only look I ever got of Elle was on the night I first moved in. On the way to introduce myself I stopped and turned around after catching a little more than a glimpse of her perfectly toned ass. And meeting her in person was like something I've never experienced before. I don't know what possessed me to go across the street but good thing I did. God, I couldn't wait to get to know her.

After a busy few days all I wanted to do was shower and relax with a cold beer. Walking around my house in my towel was my reward to myself. Windows open, MMA fight on, this is the life. On my way to the couch I see Elle across the street staring straight at me. Wonder what she's thinking. When Elle's done perusing my body she raises her eyes to my face and I see embarrassment as well as lust. After a brief minute Elle runs into her house. I chuckle while I make my way to the couch. It was such a turn on seeing Elle sweaty and panting. After the look I saw in her eyes there was no way no way I could watch the fight with my dick this hard. Closing my eyes I imagine her underneath me moaning, begging. I squirt some lotion in my hand that I grabbed from the couch side table and begin to stroke myself as I picture Elle biting her lip like she did the other night at dinner. My pace speeds up when I picture Axelle dancing in her panties thinking no one saw her. The look on her face pure sexuality and abandon. And I come all over my stomach. My breathing calms and I clean myself up then finish watching the fight.

Elle

The past couple of nights went in a sleepless blur. On Monday night I decide to take a night time run to see if that would coax me to sleep. I step out onto my porch into the cool night air, pop in my headphones and turn up my workout mix. As soon as I'm done stretching I start my workout. After about 3 miles I feel exhausted and start to make my way home. Heading up Johnson avenue and turning right onto my street. I see lights on across the street. When I get there I look across the street and I am greeted by the image of Brice in a towel through the window. Six-pack abs, wet hair, and water glistening on his chest and biceps. Thank God for this restless night. After giving the sight in front of me a moment of appreciation, I realize Brice has caught me staring, mortified I run into my house and bolt to the shower.

Even after I got out the shower the ache between my legs that seeing Brice in a towel started wouldn't go away. I laid down on my bed and imagined what he looked like naked. The impression his cock left in the towel gave me a good idea which made me even more needy. I caress my breasts using feather-light touches when I reach my nipples I pinch and pull until I feel my wetness gather at my center. I reach over into my bedside drawer and grab George (my vibrator). Spreading my legs I line up George with my center then use it to rub some my wetness all over my clit causing me to moan. I push George inside of me and press the power button. When I feel the thrusting and vibration motions start my other hand automatically goes to my clit massaging it with small tight circles. As soon as I visualize Brice on top of me whispering dirty things in my ear, I lose it. I come so hard I start to see spots. I slip George out of me and set it on the bedside table. And sleep overtakes me.

I spend Friday morning cleaning the house and prepping for girl's night. Remembering I have to get wine, I grab my purse, slip on my flats, and head out the front door. 'Hey, Elle," I heard Brice call from across the street. I turn to wave at him and see him coming over. All I could think about was naked Brice and how good he would look on top of me. Before he gets to me I prepare myself to get scolded for my peeping tom act earlier in the week. Instead of bringing up Monday night, he just makes small talk asking what he should bring for dessert tonight. After about five minutes of back-and-forth suggestions, he settles on good old apple pie.

"You bring the pie, I'll supply the whip cream." I said looking up at him. Whip cream I'll lick off that body. I stop those thoughts I shouldn't go there.

"Sounds like a plan." he whispered sexily. We stood there staring into each other's eyes for what felt like forever. I just hope he can't tell I'm thinking about Monday night still. The trance is broken by the sound of a car blaring its horn across the street.

"Damn I forgot he was coming over." Brice lets out a curse.

"It's cool if you have stuff to do before tonight. I still have to get stuff. Claire's cooking tonight so be ready."

"Well, I'm always ready for a hot meal" he laughs.

"I hope you'll still say that when it's Shay's turn to cook" I snicker leaving him with a confused look on his handsome face. I drive around Sheridan picking up everything I need for tonight. After my checklist is complete, I hop on the highway and head home wondering what the girls would think of the peep show I got last night.

Brice

I swear Jasper shows up at the worst times. Blaring his loud ass horn for no reason. Why did I have to make plans with him today? Jasper and me have known each other for a long time. I forgot today was the day I promised to help Jasper drop off some of the furniture he made. Jasper and I met when I was looking for some furniture a while back. He was dropping off some new pieces, took a look decided I wanted to see more and ever since we've been cool.

"So, who was that?" Jasper asks trying to seem nonchalantly

"No one you need to know." I say pointedly letting him know this isn't up for discussion. He drops it instantly. Leaving me to ponder what I really want from Elle.

Elle

The girls arrived just in time to have a little girl talk before Brice got here. So as soon as they stepped in the door I let my confession about Monday night fly.

"I saw Brice in a towel Monday night!" That came out like a whoosh of air.

"What the fuck!" Shay exclaims.

"Did the towel fall at any point during this encounter?" Claire cried out hopefully. "Please tell me it did!"

After calming them down from their hormone induced excitement I explained. Instead of lusty moans, I got laughs when I finished.

"So, wait, you just ran inside? You didn't even go over to get a closer look?" Shay asks disappointed.

"No what was I supposed to say, 'Hey just popping over to let you know I was across the street watching you walk around your house in a towel? And by the way I can see the outline of your pecker...want to show me?' "

As soon as the words left my mouth I saw the girls staring off into space looking past me. Before I even turned to see what had caught their attention I knew it was Brice. I wanted to cry so bad from embarrassment my eyes started burning. I stood there not wanting to turn around and face him.

"The door was open so I knocked and came in. I thought you heard me," he says awkwardly, "but I guess not or else you wouldn't be having this conversation in front of me." He trails off and shifts his stance while we stare at him. The smirk he aims at me says 'I knew you wanted me'.

"So let's eat, yeah?" I announce as I pass out plates to everyone. This is going to be an awkward night. Thankfully when the wine started getting poured everyone loosened up. A little bit too much.