May 5th,2005
Phyllis trotted down the steps upon hearing the door bell, wondering exactly who would be at her door. There were only a hand full of people who were aware of her current location and none of them had informed her of a delivery or stop by. As she looked out the peephole she discovered a male standing on the other side of the appearing to be holding something. She weighted her options of returning to her previous activities or recognizing the stranger. Once she finally made up her mind and decided to take her chances she was informed that the mystery man was her neighbor.
When she opened the door she was greeted by perhaps one of the most gorgeous men she'd meet in her life. He stood around five foot eleven, short buzzed-cut chocolate brown hair, expressive green eyes, and a killer smile paired with dimples that would bring any woman to her knees. His body appeared to lean and tone, his shirt showing his definite muscles. His skin had a natural tan and when he finally spoke Phyllis felt her insides heat. His voice was masculine and deep but still laced with hints of honey and charm.
"It's nice to meet you Nick, I'm Phoebe" She greeted, stepping aside and letting the strange man into her house, hoping he wouldn't recognize her. "Likewise Phoebe" He replied with a soft smile."Are your parents home?" He asked before sitting the basket down. Phyllis looked at him strangely, curious of why he was interested in her parents. "No they are, why'd you ask?" "Well, I saw who I presume to be your mother bossing around the movers the other week so I wanted to introduce myself." He explained, looking around and taking in the scenery. "Unfortunately my mother headed back to Chicago but when she plans to visit, I'll let you know." He nodded only to ask about her father. "You sure are nosy, but if you must know he's at his home in Boston with my step mom."
Nicholas looked at her astonished by the fact that parents would let their young daughter live by herself. She could be no more than eighteen if than, and sure when she'd first answered the door a string of inappropriate thoughts raced through his mind but he was only human. She looked like a model. Her creamy porcelain like legs seemed to go on for miles, her eyes appealed to him with specks of green hidden within the ocean of blue, her red hair add a sass to her over all natural look, and he hadn't even gotten to her curves. Her breasts were round and full and her plump ass screamed to be squeezed, grabbed, spanked but he shoved those thoughts to the far back of his mind.
"You seem quite surprised by my revelation." Phyllis spoke, his thoughts written all over his face. "I 'm just surprised that parents would let their young daughter live in a new town all alone." He responded causing Phyllis to chuckle to herself. "It's rather nice of you to be worried about my safety but I'm fine. I'll be graduating from Northwestern if a few weeks and this is where I'll be spending my summer to wind down after I return from Italy. Also if you must know, I'm twenty-two, almost twenty-three and now you don't have to feel too be about inept thoughts you had of me earlier." She responded, wanting to make sure they were on the same page.
Nick sat the flabbergasted, not only by her age but how she'd just called him out, she defiantly had balls. "I'm sorry if I've offend you" He started trying to straighten his thoughts "You just look so young." "No problem happens all the time. So now that's out of the way, what's in the basket? I smell chocolate." Nick quietly laughed, amazed by her ability to lighten the conversation completely, before the reveling the contents of the basket.
The pair chatted for quite a while, discussing her studies and his job. They bounced back and forth from topic to topic for a few hours. Before Nicholas left, he offered Phyllis a tour of the town proceeding her graduation which she kindly accepted. The two swapped numbers before Nicholas headed toward the house across the street. Once alone Phyllis prayed that he wouldn't remember her, wanting to leave her painful, haunted past behind.