"I arrived just fine mom. There's nothing to worry about. It's not like I haven't moved before" I fiddled with the shiny new silver key on my keychain as I listened to the inane babble spilling out of my mother's lips on the other side of the line.

"No, it's not like that at all. It's quite nice actually. I'll sent you some pictures when I'm unpacked." I took my time strolling up my new path to take in the sight of the house, stopping at a rose bush just two yards away from the front door. It was already quite cool for mid-September but there were a few pale pink roses that were still blooming in the bush. I pulled out one of them, being mindful of the thorns, admiring its beauty.

"There's no need for you and dad to come down. I just need to settle in is all. I spend most of the summer with you two anyway, I don't need another weekend." I joked as I padded the few steps to the door and stuck the shiny key in the lock. I opened the door to feel the rush of a gust of wind.

"Crap! No, nothing mom. I have to go, I'll speak to you another time. Okay, love you." I hung up and dropped my phone into my pocket, placing the rose on the window sill by the door. I walked towards the back of the house and into the kitchen to find that the French doors were wide open.

"What the fuck?! Jasper is such a jackass!" Jasper was one of my best friends. In fact, the house belonged to his late grandmother who passed away last spring. We were starting our second year in university and opted for living just off campus rather than another year in the dorms. It'd make me sound like a dick but it's kind of convenient. Don't get me wrong, grandma Hale was hella nice and she made a bitching apple pie but living in the dorms was hellish and I never got a decent nights sleep.

Jasper's parents were renting the house to us, to make sure that we still knew how to earn a living and paid bills and rent and shit. Be it very cheap rent for this house in this part of the neighborhood. I'm grateful and stuff but god, their son was an idiot! Jasper arrived two days ago and I bet he came in, dropped his shit off, opened the French doors, jumped into the pool fully clothed, had a swim, came back out, dried off and drove into the city to max out and hasn't been back since. All without shutting these damn doors.

I walked out into the yard, pass the patio furniture and down the wooden front steps towards the pool, all the while being extremely thankful that the yard was surrounded heavily by woods, so no one could see that the doors were wide open and just walk in and steal all our shit. I crouched by the side of the pool and stared into the ice blue water. Kinda tempted to jump in as well but opted for wading my hand through the water instead. The water felt nice and refreshing after my long drive and the splashing sounds of the mini waterfall was really relaxing.

I got up with a groan and padded back up the stairs, thinking that I would reward myself with a swim after unpacking my stuff. I grabbed a glass in the kitchen, filled it with water and downed it, apparently more parched than I expected. Clicking my neck, I rinsed the glass, refilled it then walked back towards the front door. I dropped the glass onto the sill beside the door, picked up the rose and placed it into the water.

Timeless.

It was beautiful.

I walked out towards the van leaving the front door ajar. The van was on loan, it was cute, white and covered with yellow smiley faces. I jumped into the cab and was reaching for my messenger bag when I heard heavy foot falls and murmurs from across the street. I looked to my left and the first thing I saw was a black Harley Davidson. How did I not see that before? It was a nice ride, I have some cool neighbors and maybe this is a chance to meet them. I twisted my neck to look past the Harley and further back towards the path where the murmur came from and felt my mouth drop open.

This guy was massive, I was 6" 1 and he must be at least 5 inches taller than me. He was wide as well and looked like he was about to break out of his t-shirt. He suddenly turned to his side and I caught a glimpse of a petite brunette. I couldn't even see her behind burly guy, that's how big he was. She was… Hot. Like, smoking hot. She had dark brown hair swept over her left shoulder, a heart shaped face and a small pointed nose. She was wearing these really tight grey skinny jeans and an even tighter white tank top that had a two inch rip down the front that accentuated her curves.

Just when I was appreciating the view like the ass that I was, burly man pulled hot girl towards him and started macking on her. He was gripping her by her hips and blatantly ramming his tongue into her mouth, but hot girl wasn't so responsive. Burly guy's hands slowly inched upwards dragging her tank top along with his ascend, revealing her toned stomach.

I was hit by a strange pang of jealousy and I scolded myself as I don't even know this girl.

But I want her.

Fuck.

Burly guy's hand dipped under hot girl's tank top and I could see the outline of his fucking massive hand trace the curve of her breast. She was ready to push him away but then his thumb pressed into her pebbled peak. She sucked in a breath and relaxed as he continued to circle her nipple. Burly guy whispered something into hot girl's ear and I saw her shudder, whether with anticipation or disgust I don't know but I hope it was the latter.

Burly guy continued to explore with his mouth and fingers and I found myself getting angrier and angrier by the second. It was really irrational but I felt like he was pushing way too far and it should be my lips and my hands on her. He kissed her on the lips once more; it was more tender than before, then crouched and fucking bit her nipple. Fuck, was I seeing red. Then he turned, waved and jumped onto what was apparently his hot ride, the Harley rumbling as it started. Burly guy rode into the mid-morning sun unaware that he had turned me into an envious baboon.

Hot girl stared after burly guy and ran her hands through her mess of hair whilst eliciting a huge sigh. She turned and I thought she had seen me but her eyes carried on past the van and she was now staring at my new home. From my vantage point I could see that her nipples were hard and fuck, so was my cock. She continued to stare for another half a minute and I just sat here like a perv, staring at the sliver of skin revealed after burly man fucked around with her tits. Wondering what the ink on her hip, just above the waistband of her very low rise jeans says.

After a short while, hot girl straightened out and smoothed down her tank top, turned around and padded up her drive.

Did I mention that she was barefoot?

Fucking cute.