Chapter 1

“Oh honey, go and say hello to the new neighbours!” My mother cooed whilst handling the warm double-chocolate cookies from the oven. You wouldn’t think her and my dad fucked each night like rabbits, my wall was covered in chipped paint from them screwing into each other hard into the wall, pounding each other senseless, even sounding out the grunts and moans to prove it.

“Yeah sure mum, you want be to take those cookies to them?”

“Oh what a wonderful idea! Here, take this plate with them on. They can keep it.”

She pecked me on the cheek and motioned me forward out of the door and into the stale summer air. Ah, gooood ol’ Florida. I didn’t bother putting any shoes on since it was literally the next house over, and the side walk was warm on my bare skin. The house next to ours was a large one, with a porch, a middle building and two wings attached to either side, all painted a pristine white, but it was small enough to not be considered a mansion. Ours was a simple yet modest modern ranch house, with a trimmed lawn that was green all year round.

As I entered the gates, I spotted a couple of rental vans and hired moving men lifting an assortment of home items. Some fancy looking leather sofas could be seen being lifted into the large double doors into the house.
I spotted a guy around my age, the only one not in uniform, actually, he wasn’t really in anything. Just some shorts. His muscles flexed under the sheen of sweat on his tan skin from helping with the heavy lifting, he was broad, with a large sculptured chest and a six pack to match his physique. He had light brown wavy hair and brown eyes to match. As I approached he spotted me, and flashed me a smile full of pearl-white teeth. I suddenly felt self conscious in my short-shorts, a thin tank top (with no bra) and my c-cup breasts. But I was pretty proud of them, they were a handful with bright pink nipples that practically turned into diamonds when I’m super horny, and they were firm and sat high on my chest, so I didn’t wear a bra all that often. But I wish I had, that guy was doing things to me…

“Hey, uuuh, I guess you just moved in?”

“Yeah, we haven’t been introduced yet have we? I’m Shane.” He held out his hand after rubbing the sweat off on his shorts. I gave him mine, balancing the plate of cookies with my other. His hand practically enveloped mine.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Hazel.” I gestured to the plate of cookies once he released my hand.
“My mum made you these, double chocolate chip.”

He gave me a sultry smile and gestured for me to follow him.
“Come on, I’ll put these in the kitchen and give you a grand tour.”

The inside was empty as we passed the rooms, but were slowly filling up with furniture that looked like something straight out of a home magazine. The kitchen had been fashioned in a black and white colour scheme, with a large grey American style fridge, dishwasher, garbage disposal and an array of electronics that blended, diced, chopped and even wrapped food.

Shane placed the plate on the marble counter top and casually leaned against it. He stood in silence, looking me up and down, as if he were sizing me up. I wasn’t very big, with a slight frame standing at 5’4” with dark brown hair, brown eyes and naturally tanned skin, since my mothers side of the family were Portuguese.

“This place is amazing” I finally said, uncomfortable with the way he was looking at me.

“Yeah my dad got an awesome deal on this place. Say, where’s that accent of yours from?” His eyebrows raised in question.

“I’m originally from England. My dad had to move because of work blah blah blah. So we’re here now I guess.” I spared him the long, boring and quite frankly cliché story. “How about you?”

“Dad got a promotion so we upgraded from the state of Louisiana.