She wasn’t so bad now that I got a good look at her. Not that I thought she looked bad the one time I’d seen her before. It was her loud annoying ghetto-ass personality that made me despise her. She was, metaphorically speaking, the neighbor from Hell, at least for as long as she lasted.

She wasn’t even supposed to be staying there in the other living area of the house. It was probably more of a large condo. In either case, the landlord evicted her when they found out she was staying there illegally. Now she was back, at my front door, just a few days before I myself was set to leave.

“You’re the one,” I don’t think I ever finished the sentence, but I was going to say that she’s the girl who got kicked out, as if she didn’t know. “Yeah,” she acknowledged with a slight, perhaps slightly embarrassed, grin. Without hesitation, I nonverbally, and rather ironically, invited her in.

I forgot what all we talked about, but it started with what happened; her living there for several weeks and getting kicked out. As we walked around; I think she came back to grab a few things she’d left; it seemed obvious there was some kind of sexual, if not romantic, chemistry between us.

She’s not really my type physically. She’s short and petite, which I like, but she’s dark-skinned and I strongly prefer light-skinned girls. Her face is otherwise kind of cute though, so she certainly passes when it comes to having sex. I wouldn’t date her though. Besides, I hate her personality.

That’s based on hearing her with her friends, laughing and yelling obnoxiously thru the surprisingly thin walls of this otherwise elegant dwelling place. The quieter reserved version I was talking with for the first time; we never spoke before and only saw each other that one time; was likable.

I don’t know how the landlord found out about her. I never told them and didn’t want her to think I did. I planned to let her know it wasn’t me and that I never even knew she was there illegally, but I never got around to it. I was too busy feeling the vibes, translating the body language.

The way she kept looking at me, I could tell, at least I strongly suspected, she wanted to fuck me as bad as I wanted to fuck her. Maybe I downplayed my attraction to her. I still wouldn’t date her, but what better way to end the summer than to dick her in my summer home just before departing?

I wouldn’t have to see her again, at least not until next summer if I decided to rent there again, which would prevent our new relationship from developing into something romantic. It would also prevent her from getting too comfortable and inviting her friends back. That’s what I call a win-win.

2024 [ February 17 ]