New Neighbor

New Neighbor

New Neighbor

Part 02

Part 02

I felt rustling of the bedclothes, and a slight bounce. I opened my eyes, and Amy was lying on her side next to me, looking at me speculatively with a half-smile on her face. She had a washcloth in her hand, saw I was awake, and gently started to clean off the dried cum on my lower body.

"Now everything's different, Ry," she said softly. "My mind is in overdrive. I can't help it. All I can think of are bad outcomes."

She was now on her knees facing mostly away, and I admired her slender body. She had a cute dimple right at the top of her butt, and her side boob view was fascinating. I could feel my cock starting to respond.

"Amy, itisdifferent. We crossed a line. And now we have to decide how we deal with it. It's not...........awkward, but it's just, uh, I don't know. Maybe a little weird? Are you ok?. I mean, with us? Uh, with having sex with me?"

Amy turned to me with my swelling cock in her hand.

"I'm mostly ok, I think. Do I still turn you on? Are you having second thoughts?"

I'm sure I had a shit-eating grin on my face. "God yes Amy, you do. You're beautiful and sexy. And no second thoughts at all. Just thinking about how quickly we've gotten to this point."

That brought a smile to her face. She released my cock, paused for a moment, and reached down and kissed it before she came back up to snuggle by my side. "Is it ok if we don't fuck again right now?" Her eyebrows were knitted together in a serious but hopeful look. "I need to talk about this." She swept her arm to indicate us, naked and in her bed together.

"Yeah. So do I. Talk. Think. It's awful fast, I know. I guess I'm ok that we're here. You know. Sex." I snorted. "Even at my age, this is all new to me, Amy. I know what my intentions are, but I'm not sure about yours, especially since I'm what, 14 years older than you. I do know one thing, though. And it scares me to death."

"What scares you to death, Ry?"

"That we might have fucked up a possibly really good friendship. Literally." I snorted again. "I wonder if it's too soon to think about being a couple. Because all this is really sudden." I swept my arm over us like she did moments ago.

"I know. We spent all morning horny for each other, and now? I'm going,Did we really just do this? And what if you want to go home right now, and I don't hear from you?? I've got all these bad endings going through my head."

She pushed up from me and started sniffling, and were tears running down her face.

"Amy, what do you want from us? What do you want us to be?"

"I don't know!" she wailed at me. "You're a guy, and I hate men! But we just fucked, and fell asleep together, and I loved it. But that's not me! I'm not like that!"

"Maybe you are, babe. With me."

I continued, "I do know one thing, though. If you want us to just be 'friends with benefits', I don't think I can do that. I'd have to back away and try to just be friends with you. But I hope that you and I have something going here. Something more than just sex because we happen to be horny."

I hugged her tightly to me. "I don't want to go home right now. I want to be with you. Cuddle with you, laugh with you. Do I want you to be my girlfriend? To be my lover? For us to be exclusive to each other? Maybe. But we've only known each other for a couple of weeks. And that being said, I like living alone, and having my own time for myself. And I don't know if there's any middle ground."

She retorted, "And what about me? I can't keep my mouth shut. My anger at men in general? My general fucked-up-edness? I'm not a very nice person lately."

"You've been nice with me. At least so far. And after that first encounter. We can try to work on shit together. But I'll have to practice calling you out when you're mean or hurt my feelings, and the same with you. And I've been known to hold a grudge for a while. You're not violent, are you??"

She shook her head slowly, then looked directly at me for several moments with a frown. She pushed away further and now sat cross-legged next to me, she paused. "I can be. I mean, uh, I have been."

I gaped at her in surprise. I'd meant it as a joke. "What?! What do you mean?"

"But not for a long time, Ry. But I did almost kill a guy about 4 years ago. On purpose."

"Jesus Christ," I whispered. I stared back at her and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. "Was his name Ryan?"

She nodded with tears still wetting her cheeks. "I guess it's time to come clean about that. Please don't hate me."

She shuddered and pulled some of the sheet around her. "We'd been together for about 6 months. He'd talked me into moving in with him even though my apartment lease hadn't run out yet. And it started pretty soon after that. Looking back, I should have seen it coming. The drinking and the verbal abuse. Then one night he came home drunk and hit me. Slapped me hard, more like. And I forgave him when he sobered up and swore it would never happen again. But it did."

"When he was sober, he was usually nice. But even sober he started to get controlling. He wanted to know where I was whenever I went out. He demanded my cell phone password."

Her tears were again flowing down her face now. But she didn't stop. "One night I was in the kitchen rolling pie crust dough. It was for Thanksgiving dinner with my gramps. They never liked him, they just barely tolerated him and didn't understand why I was with him. He came home after being at his usual bar, and started in on me about some stupid thing. Then he slapped me when I snapped back at him. Hard. It made my head spin."

"When he came at me to hit me again, I picked up the rolling pin and swung it as hard as I could and hit him in the head." He collapsed on the kitchen floor. I thought I'd killed him, his head was bleeding so much. But then he groaned and I saw him breathing. No way was I going to help him, though. I ran and grabbed my purse, threw all my clothes that would fit into a big trash bag along with my underwear and bathroom stuff and took off. He was still on the floor bleeding. Halfway down the street, I called girl I knew from work and begged her to let me come over."

"Wow. Amy. Now I understand."

"He must have called a hundred times in the next couple of days, leaving threatening messages or just raging at me, or begging me to come back. I never answered, but I saved them all and was going to get a restraining order on that fuck. But my friend talked me into buying a gun instead. Even went to the sporting goods store with me. Probably a bad idea, but I've never had to use it. I still have it."

"Did you learn how?"

"Uh huh. She repeated a gun safety course together with me, and then we shot at the range three or four times. It was actually fun. I felt so powerful with it.Thatscared me. It's sort of a little gun, but it's heavy. And it holds a lot of bullets. I would have used it on him in a heartbeat."

"A couple weeks later, he was driving his fucking pickup drunk on the highway, veered across the median, and hit a tractor trailer head on. Killed the motherfucker instantly. The truck driver was injured, but not seriously. I saw the accident on the evening news, and didn't realize it was him until I saw an obituary a week or so later. I fucking read obituaries!! Talk about fucked up!"

She finally looked at me, still crying and sniffling. "So you really still want to be with me now? Or is it time for you get away from me and go home?!" She spat out those questions vehemently.

My eyes were wet too as I sat up and held out my arms to her. Amy looked at me like I was crazy. But after a few seconds, she leaned into my hug.

"I'm not going anywhere, especially now."

I kissed tears off her cheeks, reached over and grabbed some Kleenex to wipe her snot away, and then held her until she had settled down and relaxed in my arms, then kissed my way down her face and neck to her boobs, and gently kissed each nipple before sitting up.

"I'll bet you're hungry, right?" I asked her.

She sniffled, finally gave me a faint smile, and nodded. "Very! I think crying makes me hungry. Can I ask you something important?"

I grinned and gave her a here-we-go-again look, but nodded.

"Does it bother you that I cry in front of you? A lot?"

"Not at all, Amy. I think crying is one of our ways of unloading baggage from our past. When you cry, I start feeling protective of you. We should all probably cry more, especially us men."

I put out my hands. She took them and let me pull her to her feet, then covered her boobs and started acting all shy about being naked in front of me.

"C'mon Amy, we just had sex with each other. You don't need to cover up. See?" I swung my hips and my half hard cock flopped back and forth, smacking against me on each side.

She uncovered her breasts and covered her mouth as she laughed uproariously. "You're an idiot! "

"And you're beautiful naked. Let's get dressed and go get some Thai food. I'm sure they're still open. The place down the street from the grocery store. I've been there a bunch of times; never had a bad meal."

"I've been there too! Good choice, Ry." She looked at me in wonderment. "So, you don't care that I can be violent?"

"You were defending yourself. I have no problem with you clocking him at all. But look, Amy. It's all water under the bridge. Thanks for telling me though."

We threw our clothes back on, at least I did. Amy decided to wear a different top. But we were out the door within five minutes, and she drove. We arrived at the Thai place in less than ten.

When the wait person came for our drink order, Amy opted for an Arnold Palmer, and I ordered a beer to go with my water.

"Let me guess, you don't drink at all, right Amy?"

She looked at me sadly. "Too many bad things in my life were because of alcohol. I stopped after I almost killed Ryan. And I really don't miss it. But I sort of like gummy's once in a while."

"You're ok with me having a beer?"

"Yeah, this'll be my first try at trusting a man again. With alcohol, I mean. Sorry, my second try. Fucking you was my first." Her eyes went wide and clamped a hand over her mouth when she realized that she'd blurted that right out. "Oh my god. So sorry. Bad girl."

No one heard her, at least I didn't see any reaction from diners near us. I just grinned at her and shook my head.

"So Amy, I've had a great day. Riding with you was awesome, and all of our activities since then have been too. But it's still scary us moving so fast."

She smiled at me and then looked down in her now-typical shy mode. I reached across the table to her, and her hand met mine. We held hands for a long moment, and then our drinks arrived.

I ordered an appetizer selection, then Amy ordered yellow curry, and I Pad Thai, even though I also love panang curry. I've never been disappointed at this restaurant. We talked about motorcycles while we ate appetizers.

"Ry, how often do you change your oil in your bikes?

That question came out of nowhere, but most questions from Amy did anyway. "Every year in the spring, regardless of how many miles I put on. If I'm riding a lot, then I never more than maybe 2000 miles max between oil changes. I usually use whatever full synthetic's on sale at the bike shop."

"Me too. Unless I've been in the dirt a lot and abusing the clutch. Then more often. After years of that, I had to put in a new clutch in the DRZ last year. Just wondering. And my rear brake is a little iffy. Maybe you could help me bleed it??"

I wasn't surprised at all when she let on that she did the work on her bikes herself. I was getting to the point where I expected interesting shit any time I was around her.

"I'd love to. You know Amy, you're a real unicorn. And I'm thrilled that maybe you could bemyunicorn."

"Huh? What are you talking about!?"

I grabbed her hand again. "You're unique and rare. And you're highly desirable. To me, anyway. That's the definition of a unicorn!"

She snorted. "You're an idiot, Ry." Her tone softened. "But I guess you'remyidiot."

"Think about it. And please don't call me sexist. You sort of snared me as soon as we met."

I lowered my voice. "You're not afraid to push boundaries, you've got a wicked tongue, you're dangerous, you're a woman who rides and even wrenches her own bikes, you're beautiful, you're the perfect height for me, sex with you is unbelievable, and I could go on."

She looked at me in surprise with her mouth half open.

"Plus, you cry when you feel like it, and your shyness sometimes is incredibly endearing. But please promise me you won't hurt me if you get mad at me."

She sniffled. "Ry, I would never! Anyway my dad taught me how to fix things and take care of things. Especially after trashing our bikes on gnarly trails. Of course now any idiot can just look stuff up on YouTube! Me too, I guess. But if vice grips and hammers are involved, I'm skeptical."

"Yup! I always take YouTube with a grain of salt anymore. Especially when hammers or vice grips are involved. What did your dad do? Was he an engineer?"

Amy looked at me and smiled as she slowly nodded her head. "How did you know that?"

"We engineers like to work on our own shit. And teach our children. My son's degree is business, but you'd never know. He does his own wrenching too."

"You kill me, Ry. You see things. You intuit things. But can I ask you a question?" She looked away and blushed as she waited for my answer.

"Uh oh. But yes, and you don't have to ask permission, Amy. What is it?"

"I uh, I didn't know what your plans were after dinner, and, uh,.......were you going to head home after dinner?"

I paused. I knew what she was getting at. But it was fun listening to her dancing around the subject.

"Amy.......it's ok. Just ask me."

She looked at me uncertainly. "Would you still like to spend the night with me? It's ok if you, uh, like have other plans...."

"I'd love to. I was hoping you'd ask me. I don't know if you noticed, but I brought a change of clothes. Just in case. I didn't want to make it awkward by asking you first, ya know."

She brightened immediately. "Sorry Ry, I'm an idiot too. I don't know why I get, you know, shy around you. Maybe because I'm not used to a man being like you are. It's really weird not having to have my guard up all the time."

The main meal came soon after, and we enjoyed an excellent dinner.

After I'd paid the check and we were getting ready to leave, I piped up. "So, Amy. What do you think we should do when we get back? We could watch a movie, maybe play a game? Or maybe something involving heavy breathing?"

She stage-whispered, "Asshole. You know exactly what we're going to do."

"But aren't you sore?"

Her eyes glinted dangerously, and she pushed her chair back, got up and grabbed my hand and led me out of the restaurant. In the parking lot, she spun around, pulled me close and kissed me hard.

Looking around for prying ears, she giggled. "I want you to strip me down and fuck my brains out, Mr. Ericsson. I'm a little sore, but I'm a lot horny!"

When we were back on the road, my hand found her upper thigh and caressed her, but never reaching any higher. "I love your laugh, Amy."

"What?!"

"You heard me. When I met you, you were a pretty grim girl. Even when you smiled, it was tight, you know?"

She stared at me briefly and then cautiously nodded. "Yeah, I know."

"Amy, do I make you happy?"

She nodded quickly as her face scrunched up to cry some more. With wet cheeks, she sniffled out, "God yes, Ry! Can't you tell??" as she laughed through her tears and hiccups. I joined her.

When we got back Bernice was waiting for us, tail going a mile a minute. We both joined her on the floor and showered her with butt scratches, tummy rubs, and love. I caught Amy's hand mid-scratch and she looked up at me.

"Let's give Bernice some time before we get crazy. Maybe a walk?"

She quickly nodded assent. "Ry, you're the best. Of course! Let me put on her harness. Can you grab a couple of poop bags? They're in the junk drawer on the end in the kitchen."

We set out down the street, Bernice running ahead to the limit of the retraction cord a few times before she got the idea and mostly stayed just ahead of us, sniffing and marking. With the sun nearly setting, it was a perfect picture of domesticity.

Amy turned to me with a smile. "I like this. You know. You. Me. Bernice. I could get used to it."

I reached over and wrapped my arm around her for a moment. "Me too."

Bernice led us around the neighborhood for about a mile, and when we returned to Amy's place I turned to her and gave her a quick kiss.

"I need to talk to you about something that's been nagging at me. Something about you."

Her whole countenance changed. Her smile vanished. Her wide eyes and frown echoed her disquiet. "Oh god," she almost sobbed. "What about me?"

She pushed away from me and plopped down on the couch, her upper lip quivering. Now her look was one of despair.

"No, no, no. Amy, it's ok. I'm not mad or anything. Remember what you said to me when we first met?" I saw the confusion on her face. And the subsequent realization a moment later.

"That I was a lesbian??"

I nodded. "One of my biggest fears of being with you is other women. I sort of don't know where I stand, you know, as a man. And you being a confessed man-hater. And I worry that we," I swept my arms towards her and then myself, "won't last."

Amy stared at me sadly. "You know I said that to warn you off, right?"

I nodded.

"And you know that I can't change my past, it is what it is. And now you're gonna use me saying that as an out?" She practically yelled.

Bernice got up from her spot on the other end of the couch and dropped her head on Amy's lap.

"Amy, stop it! And no, I am not. I am just telling you that I'm scared that you'll meet awoman."

I continued. "I've met a woman that I'm falling head over heels for, and might just turn out to be my partner in life. YOU. And I'm scared it won't last."

Her face scrunched up. She didn't wipe off the tears. "Oh Ry! I'm not going anywhere!" She leaned down and gave Bernice a kiss on her head, then jumped up and ran to me sobbing and wrapped me up. And Bernice jumped down and sat at our feet. We held each other for another minute.

Amy pushed me back to arms-length to look at me. "Ry, I was never a lesbian. I mean..........uh, I guess I'm bi, I mean I enjoyed being with other women, so maybe we can call me bi-curious? Or used to be, anyway." She cradled my cheeks while hers shined with unwiped tears. "Ry, you're the one. Don't you see that?"

I reached out and wiped under her eyes with my thumbs. "Yeah, I guess I do. It helps to hear you say it, though. Thank you. I mean that."

She buried her head against me and we just stood there holding each other up. Then she looked up at me. "Time for bed?"

"It's been an amazing day, Amy. Yeah, time for bed." She took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

"I'm gonna lock up and get Bernice her nighttime treat and one last pee outside. You go ahead."

I grabbed my bag and headed for the bathroom. Five minutes later, I'm lying in her bed in only my sleeping shirt and Amy came in with a pair of pillows for me. She tossed them over. "You're a sexy man, Ry." She ogled my partially exposed cock and headed for the bathroom herself, returning five minutes later in a cute pink nightshirt. She glanced shyly at her feet.

"I really do want you to strip me and fuck me, but right now, can we just cuddle?"

"Amy, I like cuddling. Sex is not the be-all and end-all. I would seriously like falling asleep cuddling with you." I threw the covers back and she crawled in on the side closest to the bathroom. "Are you on the side you like?"