Guy Next Door Novels & Stories

Be the friendly neighbor. "Hey, I'm Damon from next door. Welcome to the neighborhood." Simple, right? But my mind spiraled. What if I touched her? Just a handshake, but my hand lingered on her soft skin, sliding up her arm, pulling her close. What if I backed her against the car, push that dress up her thighs, and feel the heat radiating from her pussy. What if I bent her over the hood, right there in broad daylight, yank her panties aside—if she was even wearing any—and slammed into her?

The blonde female near the one that looks like Noah’s brother just glares at me, what the hell is her problem. “Hi guys, this is Tasmine Kelly, my next-door neighbour,” Noah said with a big grin on his face. I can see the boys are thinking while the female has a bitchy look on her face.“No she’s not, Lee is your next-door neighbour.” She snapped at Noah.

I couldn't understand why my friend said the man looked familiar, but then I realized it was Joe, my neighbor and Lesley's husband. Sometimes we would travel together, and I would post our group pictures online, so it wasn't surprising that my friend recognized him. Seeing the way they acted around each other, it didn't seem like they had only just gotten close the night before. When did it all start? After they left, I got out of the car and installed surveillance at home, then checked the trash in the bedroom. My fist tightened in anger when I saw what was in there.

But almost as soon as it appears, it's gone. He crosses his arms and looks down at me. "Can I help you?" He asks me, a tone of annoyance ringing in his deep voice. "Uh, no. My name is Piper Anderson, and I live right next door." I say pointing to my house next to his. "I was just, uh, welcoming you to the neighborhood." I greet lamely, and uncertainly.