A week later …
The roar of the lawnmower wakes me from a deep slumber. How dare someone mow their lawn at this ungodly hour on a weekend? I open my eyes and lie there for a moment, keenly aware that the sound is coming from the left side of the house: Trent’s side. I lie there, resisting the urge to get up and peek out the window to see if it’s him. Because it’s been a week since I watched him masturbate in his pool, pleasuring himself until semen flew in a great arc through the air. It was amazing, and I loved watching him climax, not to mention the session I’d had with myself.
But then again, it was a little weird because I was basically a Peeping Tom. I was a creeper of the worst sort, spying on my neighbor in the privacy of his own back yard. But if he didn't want to be seen, why’d he masturbate out in the open like that? Did he really think it was that dark? I couldn’t decide, and frankly, I haven’t been able to come to terms with myself. Because I’m a shy girl, and yet I’d been a total voyeur that night, like some gross old guy who peeps in on teen girls changing.
Oh well. It was worth it, and the spasms of my pussy were the best I’d ever had. So I put it out of my mind temporarily. But before I can decide whether to get up out of bed and look out of the window, the sound of the lawnmower stops and doesn't start again. The silence is thunderous, and after a few moments I can’t resist. I swing my legs out of bed and edge carefully over to the window, confirming my thoughts: it had been Trent mowing the lawn, but he’s nowhere to be seen now. The red metal of the lawnmower shines, abandoned, in the early morning sun.
My phone buzzes. What? I blink blearily. I have a text? It’s probably from Ying, my lab partner, arranging to meet up this weekend to prepare for our test. But as I grab my phone to answer text, I realize it’s not from her. It’s a notification from my ChatWorld app. Oh right. I’d forgotten all about my profile on the site. Someone has sent me a message and I see it’s from an avatar called EasyDude. Sighing, I open the message.
EasyDude: Hey, how’s it going?
Hmm. Should I even answer this? What if he’s some weirdo? He doesn’t have a picture, but then again, neither do I. Shaking my head, I put my phone down and pull on my bathrobe as I start thinking about what I want for breakfast.
But as I glimpse Trent’s abandoned lawn mower, I’m reminded that there’s no point hoping to hold out for a guy as hot as Trent - he has no idea who I am, and even if he did, he’d never be interested in a curvy girl like me. I may as well answer this EasyDude person. I pick up my phone and settle back into my pillows.
HeartLove: hey, not bad.
HeartLove: I almost didn’t answer this. And I’m still not convinced I should have. But the guy pings back almost immediately.
EasyDude: how come?
I figure I should just be honest.
HeartLove: I’m totally new to this. I’m a bit unsure lol
EasyDude: don’t worry, I’m not a creep :)
HeartLove: good to know lol
Ok, so maybe this isn’t so bad. He seems nice. At least he doesn’t have any spelling errors so far.
EasyDude: how come no pic?
HeartLove: I could say the same about you
EasyDude: ha I guess
EasyDude: can you describe yourself?
Oh gosh, here it goes. Should I just continue on the honest path? I suppose there’s no point in lying. I mean, he can see my description in my profile. Maybe that’s why he contacted me in the first place? But surely, when he thinks “curvy,” he’s imagining curves like Niki Minaj’s, and not my generous swells. Maybe I should play it coquettish?
HeartLove: you first ;)
Shit, this is so not me! My face blazes up, blushing furiously as I await his reply. It comes immediately.
EasyDude: if you like ;)
EasyDude: I’m 6ft3, black hair, blue eyes, pretty ripped. Hope you don’t mind tattoos?
Holy shit. He sounds just like a dream come true. I’ve always had a thing for tats. I’d never get one myself because needles freak me out. But tats on guys are insanely attractive, and immediately, my cunt tightens a bit thinking about Trent’s ink.
HeartLove: not at all. I love tats. where do you live btw? Can I ask that?
My heart beats in my throat as I wait for him to reply. I can’t be Trent, can it? It can’t be him, it can’t be him!
EasyDude: florida
I sigh, relieved yet a little disappointed as well. Because it’s not my hunky next-door neighbor. This guy lives halfway across the country. But I suppose it takes the pressure off actually meeting and we can just flirt a little. No big deal.
EasyDude: now you ;) where do you live?
HeartLove: I’m in Iowa. I’m 5ft5, curly brunette, brown eyes, very curvy
EasyDude: very curvy? ;)
HeartLove: I’ll be honest - I’ve got double D’s, a big ass, wide hips and lots of soft rolls.
I hit “send” before I can change my mind, and squint my eyes shut until I feel the phone vibrate in my hand with a reply. And it takes forever! Certain I’ve turned him off, I throw my phone down on the bed and leap up, feeling like an idiot. Just as I’m heading out of my room to go down and make some pancakes for breakfast, I hear my phone buzz and I stop in my tracks. He’s answered.
EasyDude: you sound gorgeous
EasyDude: wish you didn’t live so far away
Holy shit! He thinks I’m “gorgeous”? That’s a word to describe Cindy Crawford and Sports Illustrated supermodels, not girl-next-door Janie Martin. But I find myself smiling at his compliment, even if it’s just based off my own, but very true, description of myself. But maybe he’s just being polite? Time to check.
HeartLove: why? what would happen otherwise?
It’s so much easier to flirt on-line than in real life. Still, I blush because I’m way out of my comfort zone. But it feels nice, I have to admit.
EasyDude: I’d ask you out, of course
HeartLove: maybe I’d say yes
EasyDude: I hope you would
HeartLove: what would we do?
EasyDude: we’d start by getting to know each other a little
EasyDude: I’d ask you questions about yourself
HeartLove: Like what?
EasyDude: Like…
EasyDude: what would you do if you had a million bucks? :)
I giggle a little. A million bucks? I’d probably fly to Aruba and book a week-long vacation on the beach. It’d be even nicer if I had someone to go with. I find myself suddenly wishing EasyDude didn’t live in Florida because if he’s from the Panhandle State, he’s gotta love warm weather, right? I’m just about to answer when Ying actually does text me, totally bringing me out of the moment. She wants to arrange our study session, as expected. I answer her with flying fingers, but by the time we’ve texted back and forth a few times, ten minutes have passed. Hope EasyDude’s still there.
HeartLove: If I had a million bucks, I’d like to travel the world for a bit. How about you?
But this time, he doesn’t answer. One minute ticks by, then another, and then another. With a sigh, I put my phone back down on the bed, pulling my bathrobe tighter around me as I stand up. Oh well. Maybe he’ll answer later. I resolve to start spending my day a little more sensibly: making pancakes for breakfast, and then meeting up with Ying for our study session. That’s good girl Janie getting back in the groove.
So with another sigh, my limbs start mobilizing. But as I leave the room, a roar sounds outside the window. Oh right. It’s Trent’s lawn mower being switched back on, and in the back of my mind I wonder why he took a break? Was it a pit stop? Or something more fun?
Oh well, sneaking one last peek at him from my window, I resolve to start my day. Because between EasyDude and my handsome neighbor, I’ve got my hands full … even if both are just make-believe.