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Maree
Big houses. Green lawns. Picket fences. Typical American neighborhood. The suburbs, to put it lamely. All the residents were loaded with money. They had typical American jobs; lawyers, police officers, firemen, teachers, doctors. They were all heavily respected and known around the town. I just happened to be born into this fuckery. This lifestyle was an illusion to make these people think that they were successful.
A moving truck pulled up into the cul-de-sac and parked in the driveway of the vacant house. Great, another snobby rich person to put on my shit list. Soon after, an all black Bentley pulled up alongside the curb. After seconds spent inside the vehicle, a man stepped out. He looked to be in his mid twenties. He was younger than most of the residents.
His ensemble had a more sophisticated, formal approach. He wore a black suit and black shoes. About the attire that a lawyer or any man in the field of business would wear. He glanced in my direction, catching me while I was staring at him. I quickly looked away and went into my house. I had no intentions of making friends with this new addition to the neighborhood.
I waltzed to the kitchen and raided through the fridge. As usual, there was a load of healthy foods such as fruit and yogurt. Since my mother was a yoga instructor, she had to keep a balanced, healthy diet. I don't particularly dabble in the art of yoga but that doesn't mean she doesn't force her beliefs upon me.
I settled on a water and granola bar before heading towards the living room. Plopping down on the couch, I turned the TV to 'Bones'. This was the usual routine after school. I'd come home to an empty house, grab a snack, and watch television until my mother returned home from work.
I had no siblings and my father was an absentee. He moved to New York when he was offered a better deal. My mother didn't want to leave her lavish lifestyle in California so naturally, she filed for divorce. To be honest, I didn't really care that much. My father's job as a real estate agent kept him away anyhow. He spent more time selling houses than living in his own house.
My thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell sounding throughout the rather large house. Sighing, I pushed myself up and trotted to the door. I fumbled with the locks and opened the door. When I made eye contact with my visitor, I noticed it was the man from earlier. His formal clothing was replaced by a more laid back outfit. He wore baggy, gray sweatpants and a white V-neck. I also noticed that he had blonde hair and a variety of tattoos on his upper body.
"Hello, I'm Chris. I just wanted to know if by any chance you had a screwdriver." he asked with a smile. His friendly nature was foreign, accepting the fact that I was never approached that way by anyone. People judged me because I had money. They would automatically assume that I was stuck up and spoiled. Either way, I nodded and stepped aside to let him in. I know he's a complete stranger and I'm welcoming him into my home but he seems so charming.
"Sure, follow me." I instructed as I led him downstairs to the garage. Once inside, I patted the walls for a light switch. When my hunt was over, I turned it on. Our garage light was one of those annoying lights that made a strange flickering sound and to make matters worse, it didn't even shine bright enough. I led him to my dad's old, red toolbox before opening it up. A variety of screwdrivers came into view as he searched for the one that he needed to do the job with.
I studied his face, realizing that he was a handsome man. His bone structure and cheek bones were perfect. The splatter of freckles he had added an adorable touch to his manly physique. Oh God, his lips. They were plump and pink. Chris was one sexy young man. But, how young?
"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" I asked out of curiosity. He glanced up and licked over his lips. I stared intently, waiting for an answer.
"I'm twenty-four years old. You?" he returned the question. I placed a free strand of hair behind my ear before speaking up.
"I'm sixteen. I turn seventeen in five months." I added to make myself appear older. He noticed my attempt and chuckled lightly. Even his laugh was beautiful. I've only known Chris for about five minutes and I was smitten. It'll only be a silly girl crush anyhow. I mean, we're eight years apart. That gap in age is way too far.
"Well…." he trailed off, "I never caught your name." I chuckled and blushed at my bad mannerisms. I should have introduced myself before letting him into my home.
"I'm Maree." I smiled, extending my hand for him to shake. He smiled, exposing that he had dimples before delicately shaking my hand. His touch sent shock waves from my hand to my entire body. Our handshake lasted a second too long before we both henced the awkward moment. A small laugh escaped from both of our lips before I opened the garage door for him.
"Thanks for the screwdriver, Maree. It was nice meeting you." he grinned before walking out of my garage. I watched as he walked back to his house and disappeared through the front door. I think I'm going to like having a new neighbor.
Chris
"I want this wall to be a crème color. Similar to the one of the living room." I instructed to the interior decorator. He nodded and jotted my ideas down in his notepad. He followed me as I walked up the stairs and to the master bedroom.
"What would you like done in here as far as color?" he asked. I stroked my chin hair and a smirk plastered onto my face.
"Red and black. You know red walls and a black carpet. I want it to look dark." I answered.
"Like a dungeon?" he asked with a chuckle before scribbling it down. Although he was trying to be humorous, that was exactly what I was thinking for this room.
"Yeah, like a dungeon." I mumbled before leading him out. We walked down to the foyer and he recited my ideas to me.
"Is that all, Mr. Brown?" he questioned, pushing his glasses back up his nose.
"Actually, it's 'Dr. Brown.'" I corrected. I dislike when people mix up my titles. I'm not working to get a Master's degree in the medical field for nothing.
"My apologies, Dr. Brown." he smiled. If I'm not mistaken, he had a hint of attitude in his voice.
"Anyway, yes, that's pretty much all I want done." I sighed before opening the front door for him. He said a faint farewell and headed on his way. As I watched him leave, I glanced across the street at Maree's home. That reminded me that I should probably return her screwdriver. I retrieved it from the kitchen and slipped into my house slippers. Closing my door, I headed across the street. Once at her doormat, I knocked firmly.
In seconds speed, the door was opened revealing her beautiful face. For a sixteen year old, she was well defined. She's more beautiful than women who are older than her. Her body was amazing, might I add. She was slim in the waist and thick in other areas. I was in awe over everything about her and I didn't even know her. What attracted me the most however, was her innocence. Her pure, sweet innocence. She smiled up at me and I returned it back.
"Thanks for letting me borrow the screwdriver." I grinned, handing it out for her to take. She took it and sent me a small head nod. Headlights flashed towards the front door. I turned around to see a red vehicle pulling up in the driveway. A woman who I'm guessing was Maree's mother, walked towards the house.
"Hello and you are?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm Chris. I just moved in across the street. I was just here to return a screwdriver that I had borrowed." I smiled. Maree held the screwdriver up to prove my theory correct.
"Well, nice meeting you Chris. I'm Perri, Maree's mother." she smiled. I nodded and placed my arms behind my back.
"You guys enjoy your dinner. I'm about to go do the same. Have a good night." I waved before turning on my heels. They returned the pleasantries and I heard the door close as I walked back home.
Maree
"You had him in our home without a parent here? Maree, you can't trust people that easily. What if he's a rapist or a killer?" my mother rambled on, earning an epic eye roll from me.
"Mom, please. I just gave him a screwdriver. I see your point but relax a little. If it bothers you that much, I won't allow him in here again. He might not even speak to us anymore." I reassured her before consuming my last bite of caesar salad. I placed the plastic material in the trash before kissing my mom's cheek.
"I'm going to take a shower and then go to sleep. Love you." I said in a goofy voice, making her chuckle at me. I jogged up the steps and to the best room in the house; my room. Well, I personally think so.
I stripped from my skinny jeans and red sheer blouse. In the mirror, I examined my body. Not to be conceited, but my body was absolutely stunning. I was the perfect build, in my opinion. I removed my panties and bra before heading for the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I stepped inside and let the hot pellets cascade down my body. My body was so tense and I didn't even know why but this felt amazing.
Chris
I watched Maree as she stripped from her outfit of the day. Her body is fucking perfection. She must have thought the same because she twirled in her mirror and drooled over herself. Once she reached for the strap to her bra, I zoomed in from my telescope and watched as she removed the rest of her clothes. I found myself getting hard at the sight of her body. This was so wrong yet so right. Either way, I wasn't gonna stop. This girl got me consumed into her world and she doesn't even know.