Winter Neighbor Pt. 2

The wind roaring caused a tree to tap the window repeatedly, snapping me sharply from my midnight slumber. I was gasping for air, my eyes attempting to search in the darkness. Trying to sleep that night had become difficult; my mind had become utterly conflicted over the previous day’s events. On one hand I had fucked my older neighbor, who was married, and it was the most intense moment of my life. On the other, the fact she was married made it so it should never have been done. My head lay back down on the pillow, my mind pulsing in rhythm with the tapping of the tree against the window. Finally I decided I would confront Tiffany in the morning, and attempt to make things right. Comforted by this resolution, my eyes closed and sleep came at last.

Morning brought a renewed sense of life to my world as the sun had finally broken through the clouds and into my window. My morning routine went as normal, relieving myself and washing my face off, before throwing on some clothes and heading down the stairs. My mother was singing as she scurried about in the kitchen making her breakfast. I threw some bread in the toaster and grabbed a drink before sitting down at the table.

“Well good morning there, you look like hell.”

I had to smile at my mother’s brutal honesty. “Yeah, it wasn’t the greatest night last night.”

“I got you that night light so you wouldn’t be so scared of storms anymore,” she gave me a wink and then laughed, resuming her singing.

I shook my head at her horrid joke, heading back to the toaster at the sound of it popping. I didn’t even taste the toast as I ate, my mind more focused on the embarrassing encounter I was sure to have. My mother could tell that I was distant, unattached from the present world.

“Everything alright this morning?”

“I just didn’t sleep well; go get your painting done mom. I’ll do the driveways and stuff.”

She raised her eyebrow, a look of concern on her face, before nodding her head. “Alright sweetie, don’t hurt yourself.” She laughed again, taking her mug of coffee and heading down to the basement.

I hurried up and showered for the day, putting on new clothes to shovel in. Outside greeted me with a cold slap on the cheek, taking my breath away momentarily. Our world had again been covered in a sheet of white, and it crunched as I headed over to Tiffany’s. I stood at her doorway for what seemed like hours, before mustering up the courage to finally knock. The familiar sound of the lock being moved and the knob turning was heard. I was greeted with the sweet smell of her home as the door opened. She stood at the doorway wearing her tank top and sweats, panting a little.

“Hey Tyler,” she said with a big smile. “I didn’t know you were coming today, I didn’t call over or anything. Sorry I’ve just been doing some exercises.”

She made it seem as if nothing was wrong, her tone of voice normal. “Uh yeah I know, I just thought that you would probably need your driveway done again.” My voice cracked a little with my nerves.

“You are a sweet boy aren’t you? Always thinking of others.”

My cheeks flushed a little at her compliment, before I remembered the real reason I was there. “Yeah I suppose so. Hey, can I come in and talk to you for a second?”

She looked at me, her green eyes piercing through mine. “Sure, come on in.”

As she turned around and motioned me in, catching a quick glance of her ass shot a flurry of images in my head of the previous day. I remembered the sight of her naked ass and what it sounded like as my body smacked against it. I shook my head, trying to relieve myself of those thoughts. I removed my boots at the door and walked in. The warmth of her house was soothing, and she offered me a seat at her table and took my coat.

“Would you like coffee or anything?” she asked, pouring herself a cup.

“Uh no thanks, I’ll just make this quick if that’s alright.”

“Kind of a trend with you hah?” she gave me a sarcastic wink before sitting on a chair directly across from me.

Her words were the first indication of anything from yesterday, and I was caught off guard. “Yeah, uh, about that, you see, I…”

“Tyler, I know you are probably worried about yesterday, but it’s alright, I’m not going to tell anyone.” She took a sip of her coffee, before setting the mug down.

“Yeah but I should never have done that, I mean you’re married, and I’m me, and people don’t just…”

“Look Tyler, I may be married, but I get lonely. Plus, my husband doesn’t really seem interested me in a sexual way anymore, so it was a nice release.”

I was shocked by her words. “Your husband doesn’t seem interested in you anymore? Are you serious? You’re fucking gorgeous!” I was embarrassed by my outburst, and looked down at the table.

She smiled and set her hands down on the table, reaching my direction. “Tyler that is such a sweet thing to say, I don’t hear anything like that anymore. It gets really hard when he is gone too.”

My eyes stayed on the table, not sure what to do. This conversation was not going as I had it in my head. Tiffany must have sensed my nerves, and finally her hands reached my arms. Her hands were warm and soft against my skin, and finally I looked up at her.

“Yesterday will just be our little secret, okay? Nobody has to know about it.”

Her smile bathed me in a sense of relief, her warm hands causing me to melt slightly.