Neighbors

Scene 11:

He closed the front door, and flipped off the light in the dining room. Sighing raggedly, he knew it was going to take a very long cold shower to get himself back under control before he could even think about going to sleep. He turned off the rest of the lights and was about to head upstairs. Then from his kitchen in the dark he could see her, she had turned on the lights in her kitchen and was pouring herself some cranberry juice. She set the glass on the counter and he watched her as she turned and leaned against it placing her hand on her throat, running her fingers down to the hollow between her collarbones. Her other hand on her stomach, her fingers spread flat. Her eyes closed and he knew she was thinking of him. 'Oh god....' He sighed. He had to turn away, the idea of her fantasizing about him as he watched her, pushed him over the edge. The ache in his pants was killing him. He turned back. She had turned off the lights and gone upstairs. He sighed again, and went up to take that cold shower. He had images of their evening together; her smiling at him, sipping her wine, and then later, the look in her eyes after he had kissed her, the way she arched against him when he had caressed her breast, then laughing at him from the carpet when he had dumped her off the couch, all flashing in his head.

When she had gotten into the house she headed for the kitchen for a drink. She was exhilarated, and exhausted, and confused, and aroused all at the same time. She stood in the kitchen looking in the fridge, pulled out some cranberry juice. Thoughts of his hands on her body washed through her head. She leaned back against the counter and traced the line on her neck where he had kissed her, swallowing hard at the memory of his tongue swirling in the hollow of her throat. She put her other hand on her stomach to try and focus the heat she felt inside. Just before she had fallen off the couch he had pressed his hand against the skin of her stomach, and she imagined she could still feel the heat of his palm and the movement of his fingers. She opened her eyes, and shook her head. I've got to go to bed', she thought... 'I have a huge day tomorrow'. She grabbed the packet of information she had received in the mail, from the counter, and headed up to her bedroom to read. To try to focus her mind on something other than what had just happened.

She no longer believed naively that his attraction to her was only alcohol induced, but she still couldn't understand it. She had only three sexual relationships in her past, none of them extraordinary, and the last one had ended over three years ago. In between she had lots of first and maybe even second dates, sometimes with a kiss goodnight, never much more than that. There never seemed to be any chemistry, and more often than not she would wait and wait for them to call her again, only to be disappointed. She had totally gone into her shell after her last relationship had ended. Had not even dated except for one blind date, which had failed miserably. All of her feelings for Oded were foreign to her, and she obviously couldn't deny the physical attraction. But what he saw in her, she didn't she in herself.

She unbraided her hair and brushed her teeth, barely washing her face. She pulled on her T-shirt, and blushed a little at herself. 'Why in the world had he asked her what she slept in?' she wondered again. Then she flopped backwards on the bed, arms over her head as the image of what he didn't sleep in resurfaced in her brain. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts wander. 'What would he look like?' She had felt his strong abdominal muscles under his T-shirt. She could see his washboard stomach in her mind. She knew from seeing him this morning in the kitchen that his chest was smooth, and an image of him, defined pec muscles, dark nipples, broad shoulders sat before her. His hips were narrow she thought, his ass... she tried to imagine the front of him, a thin line of dark hair leading from his belly button, a trail that led to dark curls. She sat up, her hands clutching the sheet. Suddenly she needed a drink of water...

She headed for the bathroom, in the dark she looked out. He hadn't pulled his shades, and he was in the shower. She blushed yet again... remembering that he may have seen her yesterday, especially when she realized how much you could see. She took a step closer. There was no steam on his mirror. She grinned, 'he was taking a cold shower' she thought. Amazed that she had had such an effect on him. He stood, his head down, arms extended, hands holding onto the top of shower door, letting the water run down his back. Then he stood up and leaned back, water now pounding on his chest. She had been right, his chest was smooth, and the cold water made his nipples stand out against his skin. She could feel the heat in her abdomen rising again. He wiped his hands across his face, pulling his palm and fingers down around his beard, wiping the water out. He turned off the water and grabbed a towel hanging over the door. She couldn't move, she was so curious. She hadn't seen many men. In two of her relationships, all of the sex happened in the dark, the third, her longest relationship, her boyfriend hadn't looked anything like Oded. She couldn't believe she was watching him like this, the guilt finally shook her free and she turned away, just as he stepped out of the shower, towel draped around his hips.

The cold shower had helped, he drowned his desire for her and thought maybe he could sleep, although he knew he would dream of her and wake up uncomfortably hard. As he stepped out of the shower he looked across the window and in the back light from her bedroom he watched her walk out of her bathroom, bare legs and arms. Her T-shirt just covering her ass, her hair was down and lay around her shoulders. "Damn!!" he hissed, feeling his erection returning again. She closed her bedroom door and her bathroom went dark. He sighed, dropped his towel and headed for his bedroom. He climbed under the covers and lay there, on one side of the bed, imaging her next to him, snuggled against his chest, her leg draped over his, her arm across him. He could smell wildflowers in her hair and actually inhaled hoping the scent would be real. As he lay there quietly, he finally drifted off to sleep.

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Neighbors - Scene 12