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The two girls greeted each other and made small talk on the way to the gym. April was looking at her mobile phone and only half paying attention to the conversation when Jen asked, “What’s with your neighbor?”

“What do you mean?” April quickly retorted.

“I mean, he’s great looking, seems very nice, and if he’s single, I thought you’d be all over him.”

April frowned, “What do think I jump every good looking guy ’s nice to ? He’s my neighbor; I have to live next door to him.”

“Well then I guess you won’t mind if I flirt him a bit, see if he’s interested.” Jen gave her friend a sly smile.

“If anybody’s going to flirt with him, it’s going to be !”

“So you ARE attracted to him.” Jen shot back.

“Well, maybe… just a little. I do think he’s got nice biceps, and I like his hands. I mean he has nice hands… umm, his hands look good too.” April got herself completely flustered thinking about Mike’s hands on her body.

Jen glanced sideways at her friend, briefly taking her eyes off the road, and wondered what got April so flustered she could barely speak.

The spin class was full as everyone’s favorite instructor was leading the class. April got the bike she wanted next to Jen in the second to the last row. April never considered herself bisexual, but she did enjoy the view of the rest of the spin class, both women and men, toned bodies, sweat pouring of off them, breathing hard. It was almost like group sex.

There was no mention of Mike on the ride home, just about the plans for Jen to take April back to the car dealer to pick up her car on Monday. Jen pulled up to the curb at April’s house, and April jumped out and walked quickly to her front door. Mike was standing in his garage, turned to the street when he heard a car pull up, and watched April get out and head to her place. He knew Jen’s car, and looked at the driver, just in time to see her smile and wave at him. Mike smiled and waved back. April saw the gesture and looked at Mike standing in his garage. WTF, she thought to herself, I told Jen to leave him alone. April used her key to unlock the door and headed straight for the fridge and grabbed a cold Powerade G2.

April’s workout clothes were soaked with sweat, and she hated the way the wet sports bra felt against her skin. As almost always, she peeled it off under her cropped tank top, and now had just the loose tank covering her chest. The cool air against her wet skin made her nipples get hard, and she looked down at her shirt to see the two small points sticking up against the fabric. She couldn’t help herself. She reached up with both hands and gave each nipple a light pinch. Thatcaused a pulse in her clit, and she resisted the urge to reach down between her legs and touch it. She had a fleeting thought… maybe when I get in the shower.

April downed the last of the G2 in the bottle and headed for her bathroom. She untied and pulled off her shoes and then her socks. She grabbed the shower curtain and pulled to open it so she could reach the faucet, and inadvertently yanked the rod holder out of the wall. The curtain, rod, and wall mount all fell loudly to the floor. April jumped back in surprise, and put her hands on her hips, surveying the mess.

She went to her hall closet where she retrieved her step ladder and a pink tool box, then returned to the bathroom. She spent several minutes looking at the various parts that had fallen out of the wall and tried to imagine how to put it all back. Then the thought came to her—go get Mike and bring him to her bathroom. He might be able to fix it, but if he can’t, it might still be fun anyway.

Mike had just finished a quick lunch when he heard a knock at the door. He wasn’t expecting anyone, and therefore made his way slowly to the door. He opened the door, and to his surprise, there was his sexy neighbor, barefoot, skin tight shorts, tank top with no bra, and smiling from ear-to-ear.

“Hey, what’s up?” he said, hiding his excitement to find April at his door. “Do you want to in?” he asked, hoping she would oblige.

“Oh, no. Thank you. My shower rod came out of the wall and I was hoping you might be able to help me put it back . I just got back from spin class and I really a shower.”

Mike could smell April’s sweat, and it was a good smell. He wanted more of it.

“Sure, let’s go,” Mike said as he stepped out of the doorway onto the porch. April turned and headed across the lawn to her door, Mike behind her, his gaze locked on to her round, muscular butt under the thin fabric of her tight shorts.

“I got out the step stool and tried to see where everything goes, but there are a few too many holes in the wall to figure it out.”

April lead Mike through the house to her bathroom. Instead of letting Mike climb the step stool, April went the two steps and began examining the holes in the wall where the mount had been attached. Her butt was now exactly at Mike’s face level.

Mike was still staring at her round cheeks when April looked down at him. She moved her body, pretending she might have lost her balance, and her butt Mike directly in the face. He thought she was falling, and he reached and grabbed her hips. He gripped her firmly and stood her back , pushing her butt way from his face. April softly muttered, “Thank you.”

“Do you want to look it?” Mike asked.

April was still thinking about her move to put her butt in Mike’s face and responded, “Yes. I mean, if you want to.”

Mike, looking April’s body, could see the round bottoms of each of Aprils’ breasts under the tank top, the white, soft skin, in contrast to her tan, firm abs. He resisted the urge to slide his hands her torso and gently squeeze her petite breasts. He put his hands on her hips once again. “Why don’t you step down and let look it.”

Mike did not back away from where he stood the bottom of the step stool, and as April descended the two steps, her body pressed against Mike’s. Mike had let his hands slide the sides of April’s torso, under her tank. And as she turned around to the right, he slowly started to drop his hands, but not before his left hand brushed across April’s right breast and nipple. April shuddered involuntarily, and their eyes met, but neither one spoke. April realized she had been holding her breath, and as Mike’s hands came out from underneath her shirt, she let out a strong exhale.

Mike stepped around her and went to the top step of the stool. He saw the drywall had a few holes in it where the screws had not been properly installed.

“Do you have any drywall anchors in your girlie tool kit?”

“What’s a drywall anchor?” was her response.

“They are small hard plastic things the screws go into,” Mike responded.

April thought she was being coy. “What screws into what?”

“The anchor grips it tight so it won’t out of the wall.”

April couldn’t resist the set-. “The anchor grips it tight… but it doesn’t … out?”

Initially, Mike missed the innuendo. “Yes, the anchor…” he stopped and looked down April. She was smiling and had two anchors between her teeth. “I think you know what talking about.”

Mike pulled the anchors from April’s mouth.

“Maybe,” replied April. “What ARE you talking about?”

“Let fix your shower rod,” Mike said, putting the anchors in the holes of the drywall.

April turned and headed out of the bathroom. Under her breath, but loud enough for Mike to hear, “I know how to fix your rod…”

Mike repaired the shower mount and put the rod and curtain back in place. As he came down the step stool for the last time, April returned with two glasses of wine.

“Did you work a thirst?” she asked, handing Mike a glass of Pinot Grigio.

“Sure. Cheers!” Mike said, taking the glass and touching it against hers. They both took a big gulp of wine, eyes locked in a stare. Then they both took a second sip.

“Thanks for fixing my shower curtain. I to jump in there and wash off all of this sweat.”

“Sure, happy to help. I’ll put my glass in the kitchen on my way out.”

“No… you don’t to leave yet. Sit on the bed, and I’ll be quick. We can finish the bottle after I get out.”

Mike turned and looked the bed, a few steps beyond the door to the bathroom. He turned back and looked at April. She was standing on one foot, the other leg bent at the knee, her foot propped on her ankle, a half a glass a wine in her raised hand.

“Sure,” he said. I’ll chill on the bed.

“I’ll be quick. I promise.”

April pushed the door, but not all the way closed. She left it cracked open about three inches. Mike heard the water turn on, and stared at the partially open door. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and without any particular thought, stood and moved slowly toward the door. He stopped when he could see through the cracked door, looking into the mirror above the sink, and saw April’s reflection, standing outside of the shower, completely nude, with her hand under the running water. Mike’s pulse quickened and he felt the blood flow into his cock. He tried to swallow, but couldn’t force it to happen. Just when he thought he had the confidence to push the door open, April stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed behind her. Mike stepped away from the door and sat on the edge of the bed. He suddenly realized his pulse was beating rapidly through his veins. He took a few deep breaths and began to fantasize what he’d like to do to April when she got out of the shower.

As promised, April’s shower lasted about ten minutes. Mike heard the shower curtain slide open, and as he positioned himself almost to the end of the bed, so he could see through the crack in the door and had a small view of the mirror. April’s body was just a little bit too far away, and he could only see her left arm as it moved and down to dry her body and hair. Mike just wanted to push the door open, and see his beautiful neighbor drying off her toned body. But he sat respectfully on the bed, waiting for April to out.

“Hey,” April said, as she swung the door open and stepped out of the bathroom and past the bed, headed for the closet. She had a towel firmly wrapped around her body, covering her chest and her butt. Her hair was dripping wet, and it looked sexy hanging down her back, over the top of the towel.

“Let put something on and you can help me dry my hair.”

She pulled the closet door open, about 90 degrees, and stepped into the closet. Mike heard her fumbling with the hangers, and he watched where she had gone. When April bent over to put on whatever she was about to wear, her butt stuck out beyond the edge of the closet door, and Mike got a great side view of her white, toned, right butt cheek. April stood quickly and it was gone. Mike was criticizing himself for not approaching April in her closet.

“You ready for some more wine?” April said, coming out of the closet. She was wearing a dark blue, spun-cotton, one-piece jumper. It showed off her legs, arms, and with a V-neck, the top of her cleavage.

Mike nodded a yes, unable to speak the sight of his beautiful neighbor. April lead the way down the hall to the kitchen. Mike was trying to control his excitement, and wondering if he could get control of this situation.

April entered the kitchen, opened the fridge, and pulled out the bottle of wine. She topped-off Mike’s glass first, then her own. Placing the bottle on the kitchen table, she then began walking past Mike, like she was going to leave the kitchen. Mike was sipping out of his glass and only started to slowly turn to follow her when he felt April’s left arm around his chest, and then suddenly, her right hand grabbed his cock and balls through his shorts, and squeezed them tighter than what was comfortable.

“Hey!” Mike yelped. “What are you doing?”

There was a superior tone in April’s voice. “Why haven’t you made the first move? Why do you look at my body, sometimes touch me, but never take it beyond ? What are you afraid of?”

Mike opened his mouth to speak, but April squeezed her arm hard on his chest and clamped down her fist on his cock and balls.

“Ouch!! What are you doing to ?”

“You to learn how to treat a sexy woman in your life. You live next door to , and you to learn how to keep your neighbor satisfied.” April had not released her grip on Mike’s body parts.

“Now it’s your turn to take a shower. Go, wash yourself. Once you are clean and dried off, lay down on the bed. I hope making myself perfectly clear.

Mike had felt the intimidation April intended. When she let go of him, he began to walk to the shower, as almost in a trance. until this moment, April had been nothing but friendly and nice, but now he had some concerns about what his sexy neighbor intended to do with him.