Playing Neighbors - 1st Impression

He backed into his driveway and stepped out of his car, movement from the neighboring driveway catching his eye.

An open back door of a car, slim tanned legs sticking out, the figure on her knees on the backseat, giving him a full view of a skirt riding dangerously high up, almost showing what's meant to be hidden, incoherent words spilling out.

He leaned on his car, crossed his arms on his chest, and looked to see the identity of the said legs.

Feet started lowering, bringing into view a petit form dressed in a short summer dress, long curled blond hair, pulling a small bag out from the back seat.

"Gotcha." Said a fairly young, ringing voice.

She pushed the door shut and turned, catching his figure, eyebrows raised in surprise. She turned fully to him, a sly smile spreading across her face, "Enjoying the view?" she asked without hesitation.

"I am." He returned, looking her up and down -- about 5'8 in heels, naturally tanned, eyes brimmed with thick lashes, lips meant for more than kissing, blond hair cascading down to mid-back, locks of it framing an inexcusable cleavage that showed full, young breast of a moderate size.

"Good. That's the idea." Her eyes were mocking him.

He nodded slowly, "A little too short for the public." He pointed with his eyes to the skirt of her dress which reached a little higher than mid-thigh.

She laughed out, "What is this? Fashion police, or Morals control?"

"Just saying."

She flung a strand of hair back and started walking away, "If you don't like it -- then don't look."

"No, I like it."

She smirked at him, leaving him to stand alone, letting him watch her hips sway as she rounded the corner of her house.

He took a deep breath, pushed off his car, and walked in to his own house.

Troubled teen. He thought to himself. Or perverted neighbor? His conscience giddied.

The next time they met was a Saturday evening, she was surrounded by three girls, he spotted them as they were getting out of her car when he rounded to his house. All wearing heels or platforms and very explicit dresses that showed cleavage and almost too much skin to leave anything for the imagination, obviously ready for a night out in a club.

They were loud, their laughs care-free, their eyes glinting with mischief.

"Hey, neighbor." She shouted at him when he was getting out of the car.

Her girlfriends all turned to look to where she was looking -- at him: 6'3, dark haired, short cut closely trimmed, wide-shouldered, muscles stretching the seams of his shirt around his built arms, pants sitting tight around his muscled thighs.

"Hey to you too." He said, his voice low, a little rough form the workout he had not too long ago.

"Oh my god, who is he?" one of the girls asked.

"He's hot." Another one said.

They were all looking him up and down, as if though he didn't see it.

"You going to a party?" he asked, not sure what for, but he did.

"Club hopping." Said his neighbor.

"Not drinking and driving, I hope." He raised a brow.

They all laughed at that, "No, daddy." His neighbor purred and winked at him, "Just going to order a cab. Unless you want to drive us there?" she suddenly suggested.

The girls all hopped on the "Yeah, drive us!" wagon.

He was somewhat shocked at their straight-to-business attitude. He tilted his head and studied them. Trying to figure for himself what he wants to do. Or who, in that matter. Even though all of them looked just a little too young for him, he was still a man that liked his needs satisfied in the bedroom despite of their age difference, and he still had eyes that could see what could be riding his cock.

"Alright." He said, letting a smile tag at his lips, "get in. You," he pointed to the neighbor girl, "in the front."

The group whooped and danced in to his car, getting in, filling the car with chatter, and thank-yous.

"So, where to?" he got in last, making sure all of them were seated.

"Downtown, baby! Take us to 9th avenue!" somebody shouted from the back.

"Buckle up." He started his car and shifted to drive, leaving the quiet neighborhood with a whole party of its own in his car.

"I'm Jess, by the way." Said his neighbor, "Back there is Sam, Tracy, and Nat."

"At last short dress has a name." he laughed.

"Short dress?!" she scoffed, "Is that how you called me when you were telling your friends about your hot neighbor?" she teased.

"Wouldn't be bragging about what's still unclaimed." He teased back with a wink.

She laughed at that, "Do I just keep on calling you 'neighbor', or do you have a name, Mister Claimer?"

He shook his head at her with a laugh, "I'm Josh. Although by the looks of it, Mr. Miller would be more fitting."

She turned to him, pulling her shoes off, bringing one leg under, "Mr. Miller, is it?" she said teasing.

He breathed in deep with his nose, and let out a husky laugh.

"I say, we have a competition, ladies." One of the girls said from the back.

"What competition?!" Jess perked up.

"You know. The..." the girl looked at Josh, then at Jess, Jess let out a giggle, and winked at her friend, who continued, "The 'quickie' competition."

They all laughed out loud, like it was an inside joke they had.

"Haven't done that in a while. Let's go over the nominations for Mr. Miller here?" Jess pointed a hand at him, as if though presenting him to an audience, "First up it's..."

"Get a guy to buy you a drink."

"Then it's..."

"Grind with a guy."

"Then it's make out with a guy."

"But not just make out, jeez, like it's kindergarten. No. You have to be pretty much dry humping there." Corrected the girl in the middle.

Josh was surprised at their little game that they were actually going to play with some lucky bastards. Where were they when he was at least ten years younger? He thought a little bitterly.

"And last, but not least." Jess continued, and they all started to finger-drumroll.

"A quicky in the Club's bathroom." Announced the girl behind Jess and they all broke out laughing.

"But the most important rule is," Jess turned her head to him, "Every nomination -- different guy."

"Well you girls sure know how to party." Josh breathed out, a little worked up from his imagination, "And you play and go through all the nominations often?"

"Nope." Jess said a little disappointed, "Most of the time we have too much fun on the dance floor just us girls to include some clingy guy into the fun. But there were a few good runs a few months ago." She smiled a lazy smile at him.

"Maybe you want to come with us? Relax a little. Play the game too? Find yourself some nice chick to spend some time with." She put her elbow on the console between them, putting her chin in her palm, batting her eyes at him.

He looked at her. At her plump lips, at her long lushes, at her daring eyes.

"Not dressed for the clubs tonight. But will keep the invitation in mind." He turned his eyes back to the road.

They drove for another twenty minutes. Him -- quiet, while the girls were laughing all the way through.

"Anywhere specific you want me to stop at?" Josh finally asked as he turned into 9th ave.

"Nope, just stop here." Jess answered, and was already unbuckling.

He drove up to the sidewalk and stopped.

"Thanks neighbor!"

"Thanks Mr. Miller!"

"Thank you!" the girls from the back slid out of the car, and Jess was about to get out too, but on impulse Josh grabbed her wrist.

"Write down my number." He said, in a non-negotiable tone.

"Excuse me?" she raised a brow as she looked at her wrist that he was holding.

"Give a call when you're all done, and I'll come pick you up." He kept her wrist in his hand.

She smiled, "I don't think that will be needed, Mr. Miller. Unless..." she leaned in, climbing closer to him, snaking her slim hand onto his thigh, their eyes level, noses almost touching, breaths mixing.

"Unless?" he asked, his voice came out weaker than he had wanted.

"Unless you're playing a game of your own, where your main goal is to take advantage of a drunk, young, sexy neighbor." She squeezed his thigh a little, smirking, when he let out a breath, lips parting. "Good try, mister. But I'll see you on the driveway!" she pulled back, opening the door, "Thanks for the ride." She winked at him, stepped out and shut the door.

He was still in the moment where he could smell her sweet perfume, see the specs in her eyes, and almost taste the blush on her lips.

He shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his pants to fit his now too tight of a state.

"Fucking hell." He cursed.

The few months that he has restrained himself from the fun physical activities were catching up to him. Maybe he should of accepted the offer to join them. A quick fix in the bathroom of a club would of done wonders right about now.

But he was restraining himself once again.

He thought of Jess' comment, 'take advantage of a drunk, young, sexy neighbor' and he would be lying to himself if he said that that thought didn't cross his mind. Or that he didn't jerk off a few times to the memory of the image that he got the pleasure of seeing as she was retrieving her bag out of her car that first time they met. Or that he didn't have a few hard-ons in the mornings after watching dreams of fucking her as she was bent over his kitchen table or the back of his couch.

"Fuck." He groaned as his hard on pulsed with each passing thought.

He put his car into drive and stepped on it with all the frustration that was building up in his cock.

When he got home, he took himself straight into a hot shower. Instantly an image of Jess appearing behind his closed lids as hot water hit him.

Of her dancing in her barely-there dress. Of her looking at him with those eyes, as if daring him to come and claim her.

His hand was already working his hardening flesh, as he leaned in to the other hand for stability against the shower wall.

It didn't take him long to find his release. After all, she gave him all the tools for a vivid imagined picture.

You've got to find yourself a good fuck, bud, or that girl's in trouble. He told himself as he was wiping himself off form the shower.

His brain has already produced many ideas as to how and where he wanted her, and it was getting harder to think straight and keeping his monster at bay.

Because if he didn't stop himself -- nobody could. He won't hesitate taking her by force, if it came to that. But he wanted to keep it civilized. He wanted to stay the man that he has been living for the past four years, and not the animal that he was once before, to whom a 'No.' was only the start of a moan.

He had a number he could dial, and all of his fantasies would be played out. But he didn't want it played out. He wanted the real thing. The tight body of a young female pleasing him.

And as he moved through his house, he thought of Jess playing the game that the four of the girls have invented.

Of her getting a drink from some drunk that undressed her with his eyes as she drank what was offered. Of her grinding against some dog with a smirk that he showed his buddies as he lay his hands on her ass or her soft hips so he could pull her closer and rub her against his hard on. Of her getting a tongue stuck down her throat as she pushes her hand down some prick's pants to take hold of his pulsing dick. Of her...

His blood boiled to the point where he was seeing red. His breathing picked up and his senses heightened.

"You're in trouble." He growled low, marching into his walk-in closet, putting on a light-blue short-sleeved dress shirt and dark-blue jeans, skipping the boxers.

He walked angrily through his house, put on his shoes, and ripped open the door to the garage, starting his car and breaking all possible speed limits, going back to where he dropped them off.

Jess and the girls have been on 9th for a little over two hours already, switched three clubs, getting only two items off their game-list except for Sam who was a little ahead of the game, and already closed off three of them.

They were walking down the street to their next destination, talking and laughing, getting whistled at by groups of guys standing on the street trying to get into a bar or a club.

"How the hell did you get that obnoxious guy?" Nat fumed.

Sam laughed, flicking her hair back, "I've just got game. That's all. Maybe tonight is just my night." She blew a kiss at Nat, while Nat rolled her eyes at her.

"Alright, ladies. We've all got to step our game up a bit. We've still got a few hours to go, but I haven't had a dick for too long to leave without having one!" Said Tracy, with a hint of humor.

"Yeah, three months is just a little too long for me!" agreed Jess.

"Three months?!" Nat was shocked, "You've got that hot piece of a neighbor, pretty much offering you to come in for a fuck, and you're still high and dry?!"

Tracy and Sam all agreed with Nat.

"Okay, I've only met him last week, and I don't think it's a good idea to screw around with your next-door neighbor. I'll still have to look in his face even if his dick is small." She scrunched her nose in distaste.

"How about you see it first?" came an awfully familiar low voice.

They all turned at the sound, Jess' eyes gone wide from surprise. She wasn't expecting to see him here.

"What are you doing here?" she squinted at him as his eyes fixated on her, hands in his pockets, looking stoic.

"Decided to take you on the offer. How far along are you girls?" he lightened up, walking in to their row.

"No shit?! You're playing?!" Sam almost squealed, grabbing Nat's hand in excitement.

"No shame in trying. So?" he replied easy.

"Sam's leading. She's got the drink, the grind, and the kiss. She's on the finishing stretch." Said Tracy, "We've only got the two down." She feigned hurt.

"Two down..." He nodded, a shoulder tightening.

Jess glared at him. Not understanding his game. Trying to figure out what he's up to. But she got nothing off of him.

"So I'm not too far behind." He smiled widely, "Where to? I haven't been to the clubs in ages. So I'm the follower today. And... how about we switch it up a bit for me? I don't think I'm ready to let anyone buy me a drink lest my ego deflates. How about I buy someone a drink instead?"

"What do you say, girls? We give this man a chance in the game?" Sam asked out loud, looking around at the group. All nodded and agreed.

"You've got yourself a new nomination, Mr. Miller. Get that drink accepted, and move on." Sam announced.

Jess was getting weird vibes from Josh, but she just couldn't pinpoint the where and the what.

She shook her head a little, diving back into the chaos, "I say we go to 'Signatures'! It's right up next!"

"Ooooh. You ready to pay some bills then." Teased Tracy.

"That I am. If I am to get through the next nominations then, I want them to be done with people who know a little something about style and the freedom of money." She grinned a naughty smile.

The girls all laughed, but Josh seemed to have forgotten that he was in the game as something dangerous flashed in his eyes.

'Signatures' was packed, and they had to wait some time in line, but that gave the girls time to find their new target.

"What about that one?" asked Sam, already eyeing her last target.

"In the navy shirt?" Nat asked.

"Yeah. And his friend." Sam replied.

"Hm... you can give them a try. Although maybe they're a little too sober for the fun." Nat pointed out.

"Better performance when they're sober though." Tracy stated, and they all hummed in agreement.

"What about you? See something you like so far? Any strategies yet?" Jess asked Josh, trying to overcome the strange feeling she's reading off of him.

He smiled somewhat wickedly, "I might of found something of my taste. But I will have to see how it all plays out in the building." His eyes lingered for a second longer on her ripe lips. If not for her little friends, he'd already be pulling her into his car, and driving her off to his house. Or to his cabin. Or just having her in the back of his car. He was getting heated again.

The security looked the group over, opening the door for them, letting them finally in.

They were escorted to a table not far from the dance floor, menus already waiting for them.

"A drink on me?" Josh asked, and waved over a waiter.

"That will not count as a nomination, just so you know! Otherwise, we would of just checked them off with each other!" yelled over the music Tracy.

"No problem. I think I've got good chances here." Josh smiled, as the waiter walked over.

They ordered a set of shots of tequila, two each, and sat looking around, seeing what options there were open for them.

Josh was sitting by Jess, and he was looking where she was looking. With every sweep of her eye he was getting riled up.

The shots were brought, and a glass of water for Josh.

"You're not drinking?!" asked Jess.

"Nope. Got my car parked down the street. And I'm not good at drinking and driving."

"Sober and playing?! You're good!" Sam yelled over at him.

Josh laughed at that. If only she knew what strength he needed to hold himself down.

"To a great end of the game!" They all cheered, and drank their two shots in one go, biting into lime as they all made the funny faces.

Josh got up first, "I'm going to be giving myself a head start, so you ladies don't beat me with an absolute zero to my name."

As Josh left, Nat offered, "How about we dance first? The music here is absolute best!" they all agreed, getting up, pulling their dresses back down a little after sitting, and made it to the dance floor, moving to the music, staying close, but open for any suggestions for a dance that may come.

Nat was the first one to get pulled in to a wide chest, moving to the rhythm, their dance looking more like a mating grind than anything. Next went Sam, chosing the man herself. Tracy just pushed off her suiter, wanting to dance alone, and Jess...

Josh stood right across from her. He was hypnotized by the way she moved. All he could see was her. Making his way closer to her, their eyes locking. Her face impassive, as his was holding her in her place for him to take.

The music was perfect. It let Jess grind against Josh, letting him roam his hands over her without it looking like he was desperate. In her heels she was just above his chin. She put her hands on his neck as he placed his on her moving hips. They were moving in sync, eyes locked on each other.

"What are you really doing here, Josh?" Jess suddenly asked.

He smirked, she saw right through his act, "I'm here to make sure nobody touches you."

She raised a brow at him, "Excuse me? I've got a bodyguard now?"

"I was hoping for something a little more than plain bodyguard." He lowered his gaze to her lips.

"Say it, Josh. What exactly do you want?"

His smirk was in place, "I've had very vivid dreams of you, Jess."

Jess wasn't fazed, "Tell me."

Josh laughed and shook his head, "Only showing, no point in telling." He looked in her eyes, waiting for her move. Needing her to let him take her. Still wanting to stay the man he is, not the animal he was.

Jess finally understood what was off in him. The sexual tension was strung too tight and would snap any moment.

She felt warmth rush in between her legs. A need that suddenly came on her tenfold. "Show me." She barely finished the words as Josh grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her from the dance floor, into the back, into the shadows, and into a washroom stall. Pulling her in, locking the door behind him and pushing Jess against a wall, covering her with his body. His lips dug in hungrily into hers, his hands all over her as she pushed her fingers through his hair.

"It's not going to be part of the nomination, you know." She breathed out.