FEMALE NEIGHBORS

Anna 36
Lisa 17
Nicola 14
Mickie 12

I knew the small house next to mine had been sold, but I had no idea who the new owners were, or when they were moving in. I had been mowing their lawn when I did mine for the month of May, and had just finished on Saturday, this first weekend of June, when the moving van pulled up in front and then a car pulled into the driveway.
I shut the mower down and walked over to give a first neighborly 'hello.' Jury Street, or our one-block stretch of it, was a very friendly community where we all knew each other's business. During the summer, families would be out and around, kids playing in the street, neighbors talking. I was the only single guy on the block - everyone else was married, most with kids not yet in high school. Because I'm single, I suppose, I was considered a little odd for not dating very much, in fact, not at all in the last five or six years. At 40, having been divorced, and burned in the few relationships I had since, I was willing to live a monk's life punctuated with a few affairs along the way. Since most of those affairs had been with neighbors' wives, each very much a secret unto itself, the reputation of my monkly life prevailed.
As four females - obviously a mother and her three daughters - got out of the car, I held out my hand and introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Neil, " I said, "your next-door neighbor." The mother, who I later learned was 36, looked at me and smiled while shaking my hand.
"Well, hello back to you," she said, "I'm Anna." Then, looking to what was surely her middle daughter, Anna said, "Nicola, here, take the front door keys and let the movers in. They're getting paid by the hour, so we don't want them dawdling for no good reason." Turning back to me, she added, "We're not rich, so we watch pennies when we can and dollars all the time."
I laughed. "I know that feeling, Anna, I'm an English teacher here in town. The summer vacation is great if you don't have to find a second job to keep the cash flow going." Anna was a good-looking woman in an ordinary sort of way. She wore no make-up, her dark hair was cut short, barely covering her ears. What lit up her face was her beautiful smile and white, even teeth. What lit up her slim, spare frame were her breasts. Large and well shaped, they sort of held your eyes. Her bra held them high and out, sort of in-your-face if she had been taller. I guess she stood about five and a half feet. I guess all of 'em did.
By the time Nicola was back from her mission, Anna proudly turned to her girls. I shook hands with each as her mother introduced us, suddenly wishing I had done some serious analysis of window alignment when remodeling my house a few years before. They were an eyeful. "This is Lisa. She's seventeen and will be finishing high school this year."
Lisa was a little taller than her mother, and it looked like she would split her tight jeans if she bent over. With her dark brown hair and shining brown eyes, Lisa looked as if she had some Irish blood in her. I tried not to stare at her breasts as I said hello, quietly hoping she would be in my senior English class. "And this is Nicola, who just turned fourteen and who will be a sophomore this September." Nicola was a live one. She just seemed to revel in being fourteen and having the ability to turn a man's head simply by walking by. Where Lisa had worn a pressed Oxford shirt, Nicola had on a halter top that just molded her apple-sized breasts, and her shorts showed an ass smaller than Lisa's, but one which fit her body perfectly. If I could realign windows, the first would be to get a good look at Nicola. She looked pure Sicilian. "Michelle here - our Mickie - just turned twelve and will be finishing middle school."
"Hi, Mickie," I said, taking in her tiny frame. Her breasts were just budding, not even the size of limes yet, and more swollen nipple than flesh from what I could make out through her sleeveless T-shirt. It was interesting how the girls seemed to have different ethnicities - Mickey, with a darker complexion and almost black eyes, seemed more Mediterranean, almost Egyptian, if that were possible.
"And I want to thank you for mowing our lawn, such as it is," Anna said. "We used to live in a condo in Chicago, so I hadn't given the lawn any thought at all. Once my divorce was settled, we decided to come here to Connecticut to start over in a new place. Fortunately my company has a branch here, so I could transfer and keep my pay and seniority." The five of us had walked into their backyard, and all of them reacted noticeably when they looked over to mine. If you like gardening, having the summer off is a key ingredient to success. If I say so myself, my yard is spectacular, with separate gardens and bushy cul-de-sacs. Though the yard's not huge, it's almost big enough to get lost in as you walk through the paths that were all that was left of my lawn. What blew them away was the three koi ponds and the fountains.