It started innocently enough—just a knock on my door around 6:30 p.m. on a Friday night.
“Hey, Kira,” Sarah smiled, leaning on the doorframe in that casually elegant sundress she always wore when she wanted attention. “We’re doing steaks tonight. You’ve gotta come. No excuses.”
I wasn’t really in the mood for small talk, but I’ve never been one to turn down grilled meat—or the chance to watch her husband, Tyler, flip steaks shirtless on their patio.
So I said yes.
When I arrived, the wine was already flowing. Sarah poured me a glass with a wink and ushered me inside. Tyler was at the grill, muscles flexing every time he moved the tongs. His eyes lingered just a second too long when he saw me in my off-the-shoulder black mini dress. I hadn’t worn it for them, exactly… but I wasn’t not dressing for the attention either.
Dinner was fun. Too much laughter. Too much wine. But things started to shift after dessert.
We moved to the couch. Sarah turned on some moody playlist—Sade, of course—and sat right next to me. Closer than usual. Her bare thigh pressed against mine as she leaned in to whisper, “You’re always such a tease, Kira. Do you even realize?”
I laughed it off, but the air changed. Tyler sat across from us, legs spread, eyes locked on the way Sarah’s hand slowly drifted onto my knee.
“You’re not gonna stop her?” I asked, teasing.
He smiled. “Why would I?”
Sarah turned my face toward hers and kissed me—soft, slow, tasting of wine and mischief. I didn’t pull away. I kissed her back.
Then I felt Tyler behind me, his hand brushing my neck, trailing down my spine. Warm. Possessive.
“You okay with this?” Sarah whispered, her lips brushing mine.
I nodded. “More than okay.”
The rest of the night? A blur of soft sheets, tangled limbs, moans that echoed through the walls, and hands—so many hands. Exploring. Gripping. Pleasuring. For hours, I wasn’t just their neighbor—I was their secret, their shared craving.
And when I finally stumbled home barefoot just before dawn, dress wrinkled, hair wild, lips swollen from kisses…
There was only one thing I could think:
Dinner at the neighbors’ is going to become a regular thing.
Let me be your naughty neighbor,
Love,
Kira
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