Quarantine Neighbor

I just met another neighbor and she is an extrovert for sure. We connected immediately. She has energy for days and I may have met my match with talking. She's a bit younger than me, but she seems to have enough wisdom to carry worldly conversations. She's 37 years old and I'm in my early 40's. So RELAX!!!

We've been in frequent conversations since the pandemic. She's told me on various occasion's, she is happy and her Husband and he is her best friend. I believe it. She seems very passionate when she speaks about him. I see it in her eyes. They glisten and spark when she says his name. She actually makes me jealous when she talks about him. I'm recently single and most single people hate couples are too lovey dovey. Pass the trash barrel please. LOL!

Her husband is barely home and she only works part-time. I've met the husband once and he wasn't very friendly. I remember her introducing me to him and he just stared at me. I remember being pleasant when greeting him while she made excuses for him not speaking. I brushed it off and tucked the meet and greet in my memory bank though. 

Recently, she got laid off and has been home all day. So, when I get home, she is happy to reconnect on the neutral back porch to catch up with the world. Since she's been laid off, she's been more stressed and paranoid with the situation of Covid-19. I've been keeping busy at work and recently, I've been writing and vlogging recently. I call myself a pod-caster, not sure if that's what I'm doing. LOL. 

So, usually when I get home on many occasions, she has already dipped in the grown up sauce. She tells me, "When I'm stressed, I drink." So we usually hangout on the porch, sometimes with other neighbors masked up and socially distant, getting drunk and talking trash. Most of the time it's just us. Bonita and me, trying to solve the world problems with liquor and conspiracy theories.  

Our relationship started getting a bit weird when she would invite herself into my apartment by just walking in and demanding another drink. So from the back porch to my kitchen table, we would continue getting to know each other and getting nice (drunk). I thought nothing of it, because I was just getting over a relationship and with corona-virus in effect, the last thing on my mind was a woman.

I would always ask her, where is your husband when it got late. Bonita would say, "Don't worry about him, I control this relationship." Then I would tell her, girl you better go upstairs. And from the kitchen to the living room our drinking went. Still being socially distant, we would sit on different couches and for sure, I really felt like her therapist now. 

Many times during our friendship, she would open up more and more about her issues. "My mother drives me crazy!" "My Husband is always out with his buddies." "My friends are so bitchy." were some of her favorites. 

One day Bonita got a bit too friendly. After returning from my bathroom, she comes in front of me while I'm sitting down. I'm like girl, get over there. She says, "Make me" while pulling up her yoga pants showing nothing but pussy print in my face. Yes, NO DRAWS! I knew she wasn't in her right mind, so I moved to the other side of the couch. She walked over and sat right on my lap. I was immediately aroused, so I pushed her off before she woke the dragon up. She just sat near me and stared at me with her seductive eyes. I knew it was time for her to leave. 

The good news is, she realized it too. She got up and grabbed my inner thigh inches from the Magic stick. All I could think was, this girl is drunk and I don't want no trouble. So I stayed sitting and she walked toward the rear door, not before falling down in the living room. I rushed up and lifted her up and figured I would at least bring her to my door. When we reached the door, I asked if she was okay and she said, "I got this."

While I watched her struggle to open the door for what seemed like literally 5 minutes, she finally asked if I could help her. I asked her to move and went to open the door. Then before I could turn the door knob, she position herself in front of me and squeezed between me and the door with her entire body now against mine in spooning position. She leaned back her head and there were those sexy eyes again. She closed her eyes, leaned in to kiss me, while grinding her apple size booty into my groin. 

At first, I was hypnotized and forgot where and who I was with. My hormones took over and I was hard as a rock. Next thing I know my hand moved from the door knob to her inner thigh before I woke up out of the fog. I backed up and said, wait a minute. Then she snaps out of it and then says, "What are you doing?", in a sexy slur. I'm like, what I'm I doing, what are you doing, I spoke. Now her strength returned and she was able to open the door. She took one more look at me and walked up the stairs clumsy just smiling at me with a Joker look. 

The next time I saw shorty, she acted like nothing happened. This time we took our conversation back to the rear porch. That night though, when the neighbors all went inside, she asked me, "Are we going to talk about the other night?" I told her sure. She says, "It can never happen again." I'm like, I agree, you started it. Told her, I got caught up in your seductive vibes. When she got up to leave, she looked at me heavy again and said, "Yeah! We have to chill." 

Next thing I know, she went away to New York for a couple of weeks to visit her mother. We would text each other funny things and just be friendly. One night she woke me out of my sleep with a phone call. She told me her husband was locked out from just the main door. I was like, I was wondering who started ringing my bell after that. I was so upset about waking up, I told her no. I said your husband hasn't been nice to me on any occasion, so why should I open the door. She got mad and cursed me out. She's been avoiding me since her return. 

Weeks later, she left her husband. Months later, I moved and purchased a home. I wonder what she's up too.