Succulent by Marie

Enticed
    I’d just bought this little house on Pine
street and was probably the only person of color who was under the
age of fifty, in the entire neighborhood. No bother. The neighbors
were all really nice. My next door neighbors were nicer than most.
Dylan Banks and his wife Cindy lived next door. Both of them seemed
to be mid thirties and were really good looking, both blond and all
American types.
    Cindy had the bluest eyes I had ever seen
and such a pretty smile. She was petite, about a size two, and
always had a smile. Dylan was tall, built and sexy as all get out.
He had deep chocolate eyes and blond hair that seemed to sparkle in
the sunlight.
    It was hard to understand why they fought
the way they did. I always heard them yelling at each other and
slamming doors. I‘d even seen them sit at the table to eat and not
say a word to one another. But whenever I saw them they would smile
and hold me a conversation.
    My job didn’t start for four more weeks and
I was still cleaning up my house. I heard Dylan’s car pull in as I
was pulling weeds. He got out with his briefcase in hand and walked
to my fence.
    “Hey neighbor.” He said I stood and I saw
his eyes roll over me. “How’s it going?”
    “Good now that you’re home.” I flirted. He
smiled biting his lip. “Everything ok over there.” I tossed my head
in the direction of his house. I’d heard him yelling at her this
morning. They fought a lot. I knew there was some intense untapped
sexual tension there.
    “Fine.” He said smiling. “A little trouble
in paradise.” His eyes back on my breast. He watched a trickle of
sweat as it rolled down between my breast and disappeared.
    “Well trouble’s never good.” I smiled. “Take
it from the divorced chick.” I tossed the weeds I held into the
garbage can I had stationed next to the fence.
    “We’ll work it out.” He said. “Anywho see ya
around, Ava.” I smiled at him.
    “You too.” I said. I watched him go inside
and went back to my work. Now that was a man I could gladly add to
my collection.
    *~*~*~*
    Later on after a shower, I poured myself a
glass of wine and went about putting my dishes into the China
cabinet. There was a tapping at my screen door and I turned to see
Cindy standing on my front porch. She was still in her work
clothes. A black pencil skirt and a white button down. I smiled at
her and walked over opening the door.
    “Hi.”
    “Hey.” She said. I stepped aside and let her
in. She walked pass me and into the house.
    “I was just wondering if you needed a little
help. I just need a little time away from home.”
    “Are you ok?” I asked. “Wine?”
    “Yes.” She said to the wine. “No not
really.” She sat at my dinning room table. I went into my kitchen
for glass and the wine.
    “I don’t turn him on anymore. At least I
don’t think.” She said as I poured her wine staring at her. She was
gorgeous. She turned me on. I knew that was just impossible.
    “Impossible.” I said. “You’re a beautiful
woman.” I sat close to her.
    “He looks at you. I’ve seen him.” She sipped
her wine and tossed me a quick look. “Is it true?”
    “What?”
    “You know.” She said. I shrugged not knowing
what she meant. “Well once you go Black-,” I laughed.
    “Good sex is good sex sweetie. Color has
little to do with it.” I said. She gave me a brief smile and sipped
her wine. I bit my lip and crossed my legs. “I think,” I moved
closer. “Maybe you two need a refreshing experience.”
    “I think so too.” She said innocently. I
slowly ran my hand up her thigh. She froze, her glass raised to my
lips.
    “A new experience.” I whispered. She lowered
her glass slowly. Cindy looked at me and smiled lowering her
head.
    “Oh that.” She said. “I don’t know if
he’ll-,” She stopped herself. I slid my hand over her knee and back
up the inside of her thigh.
    “Should I stop?”
    “No.” She whispered. I went higher, her
breathing labored. She cocked a