Me, My Next Door Neighbor & Bob

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ME, MY NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR, AND BOB A Forbidden Publications production, August 2006 Forbidden Publications PO Box 153 East Prairie, MO 63845 www.forbiddenpublications.com ME, MY NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR, AND BOB Copyright © 2006 JALENA BURKE Cover Art by ML BENTON © 2006 Edited by Rene Walden-Wilson - No copyright assigned.

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Bob is my battery-operated-boyfriend. We get along great, but he doesn’t like to talk much. He sings to me, well it’s more like a hum, and he’s a great listener. Sometimes I get lonely. Bob isn’t cuddly, and when I’m done, he’s done with me. Bob and I have an understanding. If I have friends over or – and this is rare – a male friend, he stays hidden and doesn’t bother us. He’s not jealous. I can talk to whomever I want and he’ll always be there for me. I’ve made mistakes in the past, but he’s always there to heal my wounds. But I can’t take him out to dinner without getting stared at. He just doesn’t fit in. I can’t take him out to the movies and he’s never met my parents. I dream of a relationship I don’t have to be ashamed of. I dream of a relationship where I can hold hands with my partner, take a walk in the park, or take him to meet my parents. Bob doesn’t share my dreams. But Bob has been with me a long time. I don’t want to hurt Bob and replace him with somebody else. I need to share him with someone, hopefully someone who will understand our relationship. Tonight, I’m going out, without Bob. He doesn’t like loud music and he’s not a very good dancer. I spend two hours on my hair and makeup and try to relax with a wine cooler. Not too much, I do have to drive after all. The phone rings just as I’m about to walk out the door. Caller-id reveals it’s my mom. If I don’t answer, she’ll continue calling, then she’ll worry about me, as if it’s not a Saturday night and I might be out. Then she’ll call my best friend and it only goes from there. I snatch it up. “Hi, mom.” Okay, it probably isn’t the best greeting, but she’s been doing this to me a lot lately – calling on Saturday night when most normal single people would be going out. Are you going out? When are you coming to see us? When are you giving us grandkids? That, Bob can’t help me with.

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“Lauren? How are you?” “I’m fine, Mom. Just getting ready to go out.” “Oh?” I can visualize her eyebrows notching up an inch or two. “Who with?” “Me and some friends.” It’s not exactly a lie. I may meet up with friends. We talked about it. “Doing anything fun?” “Dancing.” “Well, call me later when you have time.” I promise her I’ll be careful and hang up the phone. I take another sip of my wine cooler – I’ve only drank about a quarter of it so far – and set it down on the counter. Deep breath. I will not let my mom ruin my good vibe. She loves me, she cares about me, and she only wants me to be happy. My neighbor walks out the door at the same time as I do. I fantasize about him when I’m with Bob. His name is Alex and we’ve spoken a few times. He’s sexy – tall, blonde, lean, but dark like he’s been out in the sun a lot. He looks like a surfer or maybe Brad Pitt on steroids and hair gel. “Hi, Lauren,” he says to me. He knows my name! His drawl is like syrup in my loins. Hey, I’ve never tried that, but maybe… “Hi,” I said and duck my head when I feel the blush coming on. Why am I so shy around him? See, that’s why I like Bob. He doesn’t make me feel awkward. I don’t have to think of things to say to him and I don’t have to worry about making a total fool of myself. “Hot date tonight?” he asks. “Uh, no, not really, just going out, by myself.” God, I’m such an idiot. Could I sound any more stupid? “How about you?” I asked because, well, I have to say something. “No big plans.” I stop at my car. “Well, uh, see you.” Lacking anything better to do, I get in my car and give him a wave. That would’ve been the perfect opportunity to ask him out.

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I put my key in the ignition and clicked in on, but it doesn’t do anything. Alex gets in his car and starts it. I try again. He’s just about to back up when I jump out and wave my hands. He pulls back into his parking spot. “Is everything okay?” “My car won’t start.” “Oh. Can I give you a ride somewhere?” He could offer me a jump-start, but his words offered a better jump-start than those damn wires would. Maybe this was God’s way of pushing along something I’d hope for two years ago, when I first moved in. “That’d be great.” I get in and he asks me where to go. Where? I don’t know. Now that I’m with him, I don’t want to go anywhere else. But I can’t tell him that. “How about ice cream?” he asks. Ice cream? Now that’s sexy. I agree. Going out dancing in a club doesn’t sound near as fun as it did a few minutes ago. We drive along the shoreline in his truck. It’s a bench seat, and there’s nothing in the middle preventing me from sliding right over to him. Nothing except the unsteadiness of my heart. Alex stops at a drive-through and buys a large ice-cream shake with chocolate and cherries and two spoons. Oh, this is going to be fun. The sun is setting along the shoreline, making it look as if the water is on fire, and Alex finds a place to park at the semi-isolated beach. It’s like our own private drive-in theater. Birds flash across the screen and fly off in the distance. Alex hands the ice cream my direction. I grab one of the spoons and taste. Mmm. He watches my mouth. I take another dip of the ice cream and his eyes grow heavy. My pussy gets warm. No, hot. I shift in my seat. Oh, if only I could move my hips a little more, I’d probably orgasm. “I’ve been watching you for a long time,” Alex says. “Fantasizing about you.”

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My heart clamors against my chest. I swallow the ice cream, using it as a salve for the heat rising in my throat. “Really?” “I’ve been trying to think of every excuse I could just to come over and talk to you.” “Why didn’t you?” I ask him. My voice doesn’t stutter, but my insides do. “You scare me.” “I scare you?” This completely baffles me, but also makes me feel powerful. Okay, maybe not powerful, but at ease with my own discomfort. I scare him, he scares me. This could be a good start to a relationship. He takes my hand in his. His eyes are like slivers of the molten chocolate I’d just consumed. I wonder if it’ll taste as good. No, probably better. His mouth comes towards me and his whisper against my cheek is like a soft caress. “I want to kiss you.” His words mimic my thoughts, and I don’t stop him. His hand moves around to my neck and his mouth comes down on mine. I open for him. My mind is swimming, cresting against the waves I hear in the distance. He moves closer. I place my hands against his chest, not to push away but to pull him in, to feel the steeliness underneath his shirt. He pulls away and looks at me, oh so intently. He grabs a bit of ice cream and places his spoon in his mouth. He places his hand on my thigh and moves my skirt up. Thank God for skirts. I’m so glad I wore one today. He pushes my thong aside and I spread my legs. I can’t believe this is happening. It seems so fast, yet it doesn’t. I feel like I’ve known him for two years. I don’t want to waste time with small talk anymore. If the sex isn’t good, neither is the relationship. He gets another scoop of ice cream and places it on my pussy. I shudder. See, Bob can’t do this and sometimes I need something a little different.

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Alex moves the spoon against my wet pussy and I begin to move my hips. Then he replaces the cold spoon with his warm mouth and I almost lose control. His tongue digs deep into me. I groan and pull him closer. “You taste so good,” he says, against my pussy. The coolness of his breath against the warmth of his tongue shoots sparks inside me. “Oh god,” I groan as the orgasm hits. He thrusts his hand inside me and moves it in a come-hither motion against the depths of my insides. I move my hips faster and clench my eyes shut. This is heaven, but I need more. I need him. Inside me. “Alex.” “Yes, babe,” he says against my clit. “I want you inside me.” He moves away and starts the truck. Oh god, have I blown it? Is he going to take me home now and never look at me again? I feel myself shrinking to the background. At least, that’s what I want to do. He places his hand on my thigh and tries to move me closer. “I want you in my bed,” he says.

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The smell against my cheek is unusual. Something masculine and unfamiliar. Warm, cozy, and just a little out of reality. At least, my reality. I open my eyes. It’s a pillow. Just a pillow. I look around at Alex’s room and remember last night. I hadn’t even had any alcohol – unless you count three drinks from a wine cooler – so I can’t blame that on my wantonness. It seems I have met my match. Alex is a man who can make me lose control over and over again. Yet, if I remember correctly, I caused him to lose control, too. My heart jumps as I remember the way his cock felt pressed inside me, and I get warm all over just thinking about it.

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But where is he? Is he hoping I’ll wake up and leave? Was it all just a one-night stand to him? I find my clothes, but dismiss them. No, I’m not going to wear clothes. I’m going to walk in on him, wherever he may be, stark naked, and make him tell me to my face to leave. As I walk into the kitchen, the smell of breakfast hits me. Bacon popping in a fry pan. Pancakes. Coffee. “Good morning,” Alex says with a smile on his face. “I was going to wake you with breakfast.” “Should I go back to bed?” I tease. He saunters up to me and grasps my breasts. He’s only wearing boxers, and I see his cock jump to attention. His mouth comes down on my nipples and he pulls against them. He nibbles along my neck and plants his tongue in my ear. “Shit,” he says as he pulls away. “The bacon is going to burn. Feel free to finish yourself off while I finish cooking.” Holy shit, now that’s my kind of man. I quirk an eyebrow. “Coffee?” he asks. “Yes, please, with cream and sugar.” I sit at the table and open my legs, giving him a full view. I press my fingers against my pussy and Alex stops what he’s doing to watch. His hands start to shake and he sets the cup of coffee down. “I think I’m in love with you,” he says. I smile. He turns the fire off the stove and leaves the food there as he comes to me and kneels on the floor. He watches me as I pull my finger in and out of my pussy. It starts to jump and my orgasm hits. Alex cups his hands behind my ass and picks me up, changing positions so I sit on him. He stretches his cock into me and we ride the next wave together. His mouth

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comes down on mine, tasting of coffee and sugar, and his kiss goes all the way into my heart, where it nestles. When it’s over, it doesn’t feel over. I get the notion we’re going to be doing this a lot in the next few hours. I pull away from him and take his hand. “I have someone I want you to meet.” I think it’s time I introduce him to Bob.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

JALENA BURKE

Much like a secret agent, Jalena Burke leads a double life. One as a romance writer, the other as a legal assistant. Though she works full time to pay her bills, writing has always been her passion. She shares her other passions with her husband of 12 years. They include kayaking, travel, outdoor adventures, crafting, reading, movies, her family, and Riley, their cat. She was born and raised in Texas, and Texas is where she’ll stay, as long as she can write.

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