The Girl Next Door_(9)

The young couple had bid farewell for the evening and returned to their house next door. And once again I was relieved and yet a little frustrated to see them go. With our children now grown we had time on our hands and regularly whiled away the hours with people in the neighbourhood. The couple next door were newlyweds and had moved in six months earlier. The husband Dave was pleasant and down to earth, a real honest guy. He and his wife had arrived in the winter now that the evenings grew hot we had come to see each other almost every day as we went about our business. Also to my wife’s slight annoyance we heard them through the walls at night in rowdy love play.

However I was becoming a little uncomfortable around them, not that they weren’t nice people who treated us with respect. They treated us as equals even though we were twice their age and must have seemed a little stuffy.

It was Dave’s wife that worried me.

She’d sat in shorts and t-shirt that evening chatting, white plimsolls tapping as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. She was early twenties, waif slim with dirty blonde hair that she tied back tight in a ponytail. She had a freckled face with upturned nose, her lips not full but wide and sensuous. Her legs were long and trimmed with fine curvy hips, small boobs but a plump pear shaped ass. She spoke so chirpily, with a smile and sparkling eyes.

Dave I was fine with, it was his wife Stacey who made me uncomfortable; because I realized I was becoming obsessed with her.

Last week I’d seen her in the garden, jeans and straining top tight to her fragile frame; her neck long her face angelic yet not a natural beauty. She was the quintessential girl next door, cute, sweet and achingly fuckable. Our conversation had been dull and like normal I had blushed and acted like a schoolboy. In fact it was getting embarrassing even my wife was starting to notice and gave me a suspicious look as we went to bed that night.

“Do you think Stacey’s attractive? She quizzed innocently.

“Oh um haven’t really thought about it.” I replied unconvincingly.

“Hmmmmm?” Came her knowing response. I turned off the light hoping tomorrow my package would arrive.

Surfing the net earlier that week I has seen a company called Finc industries which claimed to be able to give men sexual prowess, total assure confidence. They claim they had a potion which drunk could enable you to ooze sexual magnetism and turn a shy man into OO7. I knew it my relations with Stacey would never come to anything sexually; but just to be able to charm her, see her eyes twinkle in delight would be enough.

The next morning my wife took the early train to her mothers like she had planned to do. I knew she wouldn’t be around to receive the package and create any embarrassment. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her I had decided. As I signed for delivery Stacey was waving her husband goodbye for the day standing in her own door way. She was dressed in a short white skirt and trainers with a white cardigan on. She looked like she was going to play the US tennis open.

“Hi,” She said smiling, her green eyes delectable as ever. “Would you like a coffee?”

I mumbled back apologizing that I was too busy and quickly went inside. Once there I banged my head on the wall in mock frustration.

“What a jerk! A coffee, what do you think would happen? Why act so stupid?”

I opened the parcel. The Finc industries label said take one thimble full every two days for roguish charm Rhett Butler would have been proud of. I decide to take a swig direct from the bottle. The big mouthful burned like liquor and I coughed and choked. The stuff tasted vile and instantly I realized I’d been duped.

“Just another internet fool,” I said aloud shaking my head. I then decide to go into the garden and clear the shed as a form of self punishment.

As I worked in the dusty out building I could see Stacey in her kitchen leaning and stretching reaching for cupboards. The shed was full of junk; stuff I’d never thrown out. For example I picked up a long rubber baton. I think I’d use it for panel beating. I couldn’t be sure.

“What a load of crap,” I declared surveying my room, feeling a little light headed. My shoulders were aching, then my neck, the liquid I drunk no doubt doing this to me.

“Ugh I feel sick,” I moaned out load.

But it wasn’t sickness in my stomach, but in my gut like when you realize you have just done something horribly wrong or made a really bad mistake. I began to feel angry, a rage in fact. Angry with myself but also with the beauty I could see through the window. I was losing control. But I was always in control my confidence hardening to steel by the overdosed potion. No it was Stacey who was too sure of herself. Yes the little foxy bitch was just too damn hot for her own good!

The overdose of confidence took control of my feeble mind.

Stacey saw me climbing over the back fence and opened the door. “What’s wrong? Er there’s a front door your welcome to use.” She added indignantly as I trampled over her flowers.

She cocked her head in puzzlement the rubber baton and a length of cord in my hand. “What do I need them for?” She asked as I entered the kitchen pulling the door shut behind me. “Hey, what’s going on?”

I suddenly grabbed her pushing her across the kitchen table.