Neighbours

Neighbours

It was the kind of slow-burning summer afternoon that made the air feel thick. Nick stood by the old eucalyptus that leaned out over the backyard fence. The bark was peeling in pale strips, and the lowest branch, the one with a knot he could grip like a handle, summoned him again.

He looked once toward the house. No movement. His dad wouldn't be back from the shop for another hour and he'd already finished mowing the grass. There was enough time. Nick wiped his palms on his shorts and climbed.

Halfway up, he settled into the wide crook between two branches, where the leaves thinned just enough to give him the perfect view into the neighbour's yard. The Wilsons' pool shimmered like an oasis in the desert, blue and sharp, and there she was... Bella. She was lying on a lounger in a red bathing suit, headphones in, legs crossed at the ankle.

A magazine lay open on her chest, covering her breasts.

Nick wasn't sure why he was watching. He told himself it was just curiosity. She had lived next door forever, but they'd barely spoken since the ninth grade when he had gone over to retrieve a soccer ball he had kicked over the fence.

A breeze shifted the branches, and Bella moved slightly, brushing hair from her cheek. Nick held his breath. She turned over and undid the strings on her bikini top. Her bare back was beautiful and the sun kissed her skin like a secret. She lay there peacefully for a while but then she got too hot and sat up, holding her breasts to stop them spilling from of her undone bikini.

Nick remained fixated on his gorgeous neighbour while she re-tied her swimming costume and step into the pool. Her red swimwear contrasted boldly with the cool turquoise water. She dove under and came uo with her hair slicked back. Her perfect breasts floated near the surface.

Nick watched the rings of water ripple out from her, soft and hypnotic, and felt that same dizzy tug in his chest. He shifted slightly for a better view, careful to stay behind a curtain of leaves. He knew he should climb down. Now. While he still could. But then she climbed out of the pool.

Nick watched in awe of her, like some sort of suburban nymph, luring him in with her beauty. She reached for a towel and gave him an incredible view of her ass. Nick swallowed hard.

And that's when he heard it.

"Hey!"

The voice boomed, unmistakable. Mr. Wilson. Bella's dad.

Nick's heart stopped. His eyes darted across the yard and there he was, stepping out from the sliding glass door with a can of beer in his hand and a scowl on his face.

He was looking right at Nick.

"What the hell are you doing up there?!"

Nick panicked and then he fell, landing hard on his side. He rolled around on the ground for a while and the world spun as he scrambled to his feet hoping the nightmare would end. But it only got worse when he saw Bella's pretty face looking down at him from over the fence. Her eyebrows were raised. She looked like she was about to laugh.

"Are you okay?" she called.

Nick rolled onto his back, groaning.

"I think I broke something."

Mr. Wilson was still shouting as he approached.

"You better have a good reason for spying on my daughter!"

Nick sat up, leaves in his hair, cheeks blazing red.

He wanted to disappear into the ground.

"I wasn't spying!" he said. "I just like climbing trees!"

Bella was covering her mouth now trying to stop from laughing.

Nick wobbled to his feet and gave the most pathetic salute known to mankind.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wilson."

*

Nick lay on his bed in something approximating the foetal position. His cheeks still burned and the scrape on his elbow was stinging. But the ache of embarrassment he felt was far worse than any of his physical ailments. He couldn't even bring himself to look out the window after that.

Then came the knock on the front door and his mom's voice from downstairs.

"Nick! Mr. Wilson's here. Says he needs a word with you."

Nick dragged himself downstairs like a prisoner to the gallows.

Mr. Wilson stood in the doorway, arms folded across his chest, sunglasses pushed up onto his greying hair. He didn't look furious anymore. Just calm. Which was worse.

"Nick," he said, nodding.

"Hi, Mr. Wilson," Nick mumbled, not quite meeting his eyes.

"I think we both know why I'm here."

Nick nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Yeah. I just wanted to say I'm sorry. It was a dumb mistake."

Mr. Wilson let the silence hang for a moment.

"I believe you. But I won't tolerate you spying on my daughter."

Nick nodded again.

"Yes, sir. I know."

Mr. Wilson squinted at him, then scratched his chin.

"Tell you what. I could just call your parents and let them handle it. Or..." he paused to let the tension build, "You could come over and pull out the weeds in the flowerbeds, mow the lawn, and sweep up the patio. Every Saturday. For a month."

Nick blinked.

"You want me to work in your yard?"

Mr. Wilson chuckled. He knew he had the upper hand.

"I figure if you're gonna be looking at it so much, you might as well keep it nice."

Nick's face turned red again.

"Right. Okay. Yes, sir."

Mr. Wilson nodded.

"Tomorrow morning. Nine sharp."

*

The next day Nick rang the Wilsons' doorbell, already dreading the smug grin Mr. Wilson would no doubt be wearing. But when the door opened, it wasn't Mr. Wilson at all.

It was Mrs. Wilson.

"Oh, hello Nick," she said brightly, holding a clipboard.

"Hi," Nick mumbled, forcing a polite smile. "Is Mr. Wilson home?"

She laughed. "Oh, no, he had to leave early this morning. Business trip. But he left you in my capable hands." She gave the clipboard a little shake. "Said you have a passion for gardening."

Nick's stomach sank as she led him to the tool shed.

"Let's see," she said, scanning the list. "Weeding along the back fence, mowing both the front and back lawns, cleaning out all the gutters, and the garage needs sweeping too. There's plenty of leaves in there. Oh, and please don't forget the side path."

Nick blinked. "That's... a lot."

Mrs. Wilson smiled sweetly.

"Yes, but you're a strong young man! And I've got lemonade when you need a break."

His eyes drifted to the pool. No sign of Bella. A strange mix of relief and disappointed.

"Thank you Mrs. Wilson."

"No problem, Nicholas."

He yanked on the gloves and got to work, mumbling as he pulled weeds from the flowerbed. The sun rose in the sky and the day grew hotter and he became increasingly annoyed with himself for ending up in this situation. The ladder creaked under his weight as he scooped muck from the gutters, and the sun beat down on his neck as he pushed the lawnmower back and forth in precise, bitter lines. By the time he finished in the garage, he was sunburnt, dirty, and tired.

He took a long drink of the lemonade Mrs. Wilson left on the patio and lay back on the grass.

That's when he heard a voice.

"You missed a spot."

Nick's head jerked up.

Bella stood by the open sliding door with a cheeky grin on her face. She wore an oversized T-shirt with her hair in a bun and she was holding a popsicle.

Nick felt confused.

"I didn't know you were home."

"I've been watching from the upstairs window," she said. "Like my neighbour."

Nick groaned and buried his face in his hands.

"I'm never living this down, am I?"

Bella laughed.

"Nope."

She came over and handed him her half-finished popsicle.

"You look like you need this more than I do."

He took it cautiously.

"Thanks."

It was kind of weird that she was offering him something that had just been in her mouth, but he didn't complain. At that moment, it felt like the best thing that had ever happened to him.

"My dad made that list. My mom just delivered it."

"Yeah, I figured," Nick muttered, taking a bite of the sticky orange ice.

Bella grinned.

"Could've been worse. He almost asked you to paint the fence."

Nick groaned again.

"You were kind of a creep," she added lightly.

"I know," he said, mortified.

"But..." she continued, "at least you're owning it. That's more than I can say for most boys."

Nick glanced over at her.

"So, I'm... not cancelled?"

She shrugged.

"You're on probation. We'll see how you do next Saturday."

"Wait. Next Saturday?!"

"Every Saturday for a month. Remember?"

Nick sighed.

"Right."

*

Nick kicked at a loose pebble as he approached the Wilsons' front porch for round two of his work detail. He rang the bell expecting Mrs. Wilson and her clipboard. No answer. He rang again.

Still nothing.

Just as he was about to celebrate a miraculous reprieve, the door swung open.

It was Bella.

Her hair was up again, damp from the pool, and she wore that same red bikini. The one seared into Nick's brain from the tree-climbing disaster. She had a towel slung over her shoulder and she was holding a half-melted popsicle, its juices dripping over her hand.

Bella leaned on the door frame.

"Hi, criminal."

"I'm not a criminal," Nick said quickly.

"Yeah right."

He tried to change the subject.

"Are your parents' home?

"My parents are away for the weekend. Left me in charge."

He blinked.

"You're in charge?"

Bella grinned.

"Yup. Same chores as last time."

Nick rubbed the back of his neck.

"Right."

She walked past him into the yard, then glanced over her shoulder.

"You might want to lose the shirt, by the way. It's going to be hot today."

Nick hesitated.

"I'm good."

Bella raised an eyebrow.

"Suit yourself. But when you pass out from heatstroke, don't say I didn't warn you."

Nick spent the rest of the morning toiling in the garden. The chores felt easier because he'd taken care of most of the weeds the previous week and there weren't many leaves left in the gutter. But he still felt frustrated even though the work was going quickly.

He watched as the bees buzzed in the lavender. They were frantically seeking out every drop of nectar they could find and Nick could relate as he looked over at Bella, parading herself around the pool in her red bikini, openly taunting him with her gorgeous body.

Bella let her hair down, dropped her towel by her feet, and dove into the pool without a splash. Nick couldn't stop himself from watching. Her ass looked magnificent as she gliding through the water and he wished he could cool down with her.

By the time he came around for the final time with the lawn mower, Bella was sitting at the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water, watching him.

"You've got some muscles now," she said casually. "From all that punishing labour."

"What?"

She smirked.

"Just saying. Not bad for a guy who fell out of a tree."

Nick turned off the lawn mower and wiped his forehead with the edge of his shirt.

"So," he said, awkwardly, "can I go home now?"

"I'm in charge, remember? You have to do whatever I say..."

"Oh really?"

"Yup."

Nick couldn't believe what happened next.

Bella stood up and made her way over to the outdoor shower. She discarded her towel, undid the strings on her red bikini, and let it fall to the ground. Completely naked, she turned on the taps and stepped into the spray. Bella pushed back her hair and let the water cascade over her exposed breasts. Then she curled a finger at Nick, inviting him to join her.

Nick could not say no to an invitation like that. Hurriedly stripping out of his sweaty clothes, he was already fully erect as he made his way towards her. The closer he got to Bella, the faster his heart raced, and he felt slightly lightheaded at the prospect of doing something naughty with his smoking hot neighbour.

"You're a dirty boy, aren't you Nick?" cooed Bella as Nick stepped under the water.

She shifted to the side to give him some room which made it easier for him to admire her perfect body. Bella had curves in all the right places and the tan lines from her bikini were incredibly sexy. Her pussy had just a thin strip of well-maintained hair which remained him of the well-kept lawn he'd been mowing all morning.

Standing under the water was a relief after hours of strenuous yard work and the water washed away the dirt and sweat that clung to his body. But he hardly paid attention to anything except Bella, wondering what she would do next now that he was standing next to her with a massive erection. His dick was so hard it was throbbing, and he really hoped Bella would touch it.

"Is that for me?" she asked, pointing at his penis and giggling.

"Yeah, it is," said Nick.

"Good. I have another chore for you..."

Bella turned off the taps and dried herself off, then she invited Nick over to the patio to get a dry towel from the outdoor linen cupboard. The Wilsons had a really cool covered deck next to their pool with a BBQ area and outdoor sofas.

"So what do you need me to do?" asked Nick, drying himself off.

"Come stand over here..."

She led him over to the couch and then sat down so that she was eye level with his penis. Then she looked up into his eyes, grabbed the base of his cock and opened her mouth. Every time he saw her, Bella seemed to be sucking on a popsicle, and as soon as her soft tongue touched the sensitive tip of his penis, Nick realized she'd been practising for a very specific purpose.

"Fuck, Bella, that feel amazing," said Nick.

Bella took him a little deeper and then came up with a pop.

"You love me, don't you Nick?"

She stroked his cock and it glistened with her saliva.

"Yes."

"You've wanted this for so long, haven't you?"

"Yes."

Bella went back down on him at twice the speed after that with her wet hair caressing his legs as she swallowed as much of his dick as she could handle. Nick started moaning and he clenched his ass cheeks to try and stop from cumming. But Bella kept going. Free from the overprotective glare of her parents, she wanted as much cock as she could get.

"I'm going cum Bella."

"No. Wait. Stop!"

Nick's penis slapped against his belly as Bella released him from her mouth. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were watering, and somehow she looked even more beautiful than ever.

"I want you inside me," she said.

They swopped placed. Nick sat on the sofa and Bella straddled him, slowly lowered herself onto his throbbing manhood. It took a while for her to make it all the way down. She rubbed the head of his penis against her pussy lips first before slowly slipping the tip inside. Then she rode the tip for a while just to get used his size before gradually taking more and more of him inside her.

"You're so big!" Bella exclaimed, smiling and looking into Nick's eyes.

Once Bella could handle his full size, she started lifting her hips and then sliding back down Nick's slickened cock, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. Bella wasn't looking at him anymore. She was in her own little world of intense sexual pleasure, but Nick didn't' mind. He had a great view of her breasts as Bella rode him. Her silky pussy felt warm and expensive.

He really wanted to come but somehow managed to hold on.

"Oh my god, Nick, you're making me cum!"

"Me too."

"That's okay. You can come inside me..."

He grabbed her ass and forced himself even deeper inside her. Bella had been in control up until that point but once Nick really started fucking her, it sent her over the edge.

"Fuck! Nick! Yes!"

Bella's pussy contracted and Nick erupted.

They were a hot sticky mess, cumming together.

Best. Summer. Job. Ever.