Alexandra Abernathy is used to getting what she wants, and when she wants it. She's top of her class, a great daughter, hard worker and always up for a challenge. But when her new neighbor forgets to buy blinds before moving in, she sees his girlfr...
Just now, as I thought about the time I watched the film adaptation. I couldn't stop hearing Alex's voice in my head, criticizing how love is dangerous, despite the age-gap. I just didn't realize Alex was such a cynic when it came to relationships. I rubbed my eyes, attempting to rid the thoughts of Alex whispering in my ear as I watched the film. When I finally looked into my dimmed living room.
I didn't realize how long I have been reading for, it was dusk and the light outside my window captured my attention...
It was the same girl, sitting on the porch with a book. One with a different cover from before. She was in black spandex again, and a white tank top. She was turned just enough for her to hide her face but not her figure. It was so supple and curved in all the right places. I can imagine just now, my finger tracing the side of her figure.
When she then lifted a leg up and placed it on the bannister of the porch, flexing her foot as she propped it against the rail. Making her tan contrast against the bright white on the porch.
I watched her for a few moments, when I saw her lightly shiver as wind came by, blowing the long tall grass in the sand towards the front of her house. She started to remove her legs, gracefully, from the banister, as she stood up straight. Letting her thick brown hair fall just below her shoulders and she leaned over and picked up a coffee mug off the banister. Before turning back towards her house, not showing her face once.
I wonder what she looked like. Was her face more round, or angled? Did she appear young or did she have features that exuded maturity? God, I hope she was ugly. The last thing I need it trouble at school and trouble at home.
Why would Nikki even slightly suggest that I would be interest in her. Telling me that she would be at the barbecue on Friday. She wasn't worried that her daughter would be dating a man 9 years older than her? Am I the only one that thinks it weird her mom tried to set me up with her? I mean 9 years! Granted it wasn't 20 but it also wasn't 5.
Luckily, Emma was only 4 years younger than me and age was never an issue.
We met through a mutual friend and have only been dating for three months, so the fact that there was a young, seemingly hot neighbor, who's mom is trying to set us up, is a very intimidating offer. I mean I didn't even say I love you yet to her... But no, I will not bite. I'm not some creep like Humbert.
No matter how entrapping the girl next door was, I was not to engage. I mean I didn't even know what she looked like yet.
Imagining what she could possibly look like, while trying to convince myself that the only reason I was interested in her was, that she was a mystery... seemed more enticing than work. However, just as I saw her start to walk further onto the porch to go inside, my doorbell rang.
*dinggg *donggg
Fuck, I invited Emma over for dinner, and it was over a thirty minute commute from the city...
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Alex's POV:
I forgot to grab my sweater from my room before I came out. It wasn't overly chilly but it was enough to make my nipples hard, and I wasn't going to read with my tits out for the two pelicans on the beach on the beach. No thank you.
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When I made my way back through the kitchen, I saw that the facet in the sink was dripping. Wondering if my mom must have left it on after making dinner.
When I walked over to turn it off I noticed, the neighbors living room window was facing the house, and he had no blinds on yet. As I turned it off, I saw a single small light on in the house, wondering if someone was there, watching me.
My mom told me that there was only a man living there. No family, no pets, and no roommates. Just him. She also stated how he looked like some super model and had a "pleasantly deep voice".
I squinted and tilted my head a bit lower as I looked through the tiny slit in the blinds over the sink, noticing a figure of a woman walk through the living room. Straight into the arms of the tall man.
I knew it! I knew that he must of had a girlfriend. I thought to myself as I made my way back to the porch. Why was my mom saying I would be interested in him, if he had a girlfriend? It's unlike her to not know everything about anyone...
I pulled my hair out of my thick blue knitted sweater as I sat back down in my chair. Turning my back more towards the neighbor's house, so I could focus. I didn't want any distractions from my new book. I only just started reading it, and I already liked it too much to not give it attention.
Feeling slightly on edge from remembering the neighbor's window didn't have any blinds on them. I wondered if the man actually, had seen me out here. I tried to ignore the insecurity rising in the back of my mind when, I let a few more moments pass. Trying to get back into my book, only to then give up and run back inside.
Why was I so nervous about being watched? It's not like he's a murder, or some psychopath. Right?? Oh god, I hope not. Wondering if I could still see through his window, I walked over to the kitchen sink, and looked through the white wooden blinds, and froze in complete shock.
I saw something I didn't expect to make out from the silhouettes in his house.
The woman was now on her knees, bobbing her head up and down between the mans legs. As his hand was what looks like to be buried in her hair. Guiding her head... I felt like I was watching a pornographic cartoon, as the black figures continued in their action; shamelessly.
With out any warning, I couldn't help but keep my eyes locked on how the man threw his head back in pleasure. Watching as it seemed to escalate. He seemed to arch his head back against the couch, and pant harder as she tried to go down lower, probably trying to fit it all in her mouth.
In the back of my mind I couldn't help but be angry that I couldn't see anything more than silhouettes, while the other half of it told me to mind my own business.
I blinked fast, when I thought I saw his head slightly turn into the direction of the porch. Keeping his head motioned in the direction of where I once was, for a few moments. Only to then look back onto the woman in front of— well below him.
Was he looking to see if I was still there? Why was he looking at where I once was? Did she start blowing him while I was out there? Was he-
"Are you doing the dishes?" I heard someone say from behind me.
I quickly turned around and clutched my heart as I saw my mom standing there, with wide eyes and puzzled look.
"God mom." I breathed out, "You scared the shit out of me." I said, only to then realize what I was actually doing. What was I supposed to say... No I'm watching our neighbor get a bow job? "No..." I said, scrambling through my brain. "I was washing my hands because I got some sand on them." I rushed out, trying to come off as genuine as possible.
"Alex, you know I don't like sand in my sink." She said, glaring at me. "You should have washed them off with the hose. You know that." She said, walking over towards me and the sink.
Shit. I flashed my gaze back through the blinds in a panic to try and see if I could close them even more when I realized... they were gone. Feeling as if my mind was playing a trick on me. I felt my eyes widen, as I tried to see where they went, when I saw the window above the living room one light up... Ahhh, I see... the master bedroom.
"You're lucky I don't see any sand in there." My mom said, scolding me with her eyes, as she walked back towards the living room couch.
"Yeah. Lucky." I breathed out. Looking back towards the neighbors house.
Fuck. I just bought a personalized ticket to hell...
