One Night With My Neighbor

Lily's POV

“We’re only going for a week,” Mum said, zipping her overnight bag. “Be good, Lily. Don’t leave the doors unlocked. And if you need anything…”

“I’ll be fine,” I cut in. 

Mum gave me a look. “You’re nineteen, not forty.”

“I know that, Mum.”

Dad was already checking his watch by the front door. “Text us when you get home from work tomorrow,” he said.  

“I will.”  

Mum hugged me tight. “There’s money on the counter for food. Don’t order takeaway every night.”  

“I won’t.”  

They left. The house felt bigger the second the door closed, just quieter. I already knew who lived in the apartment at the back of the house. His name was Ethan.  

I’d seen him for months. Sometimes carrying shopping bags past the kitchen window. Sometimes coming home late, keys quiet in the lock. He was older, mid-twenties, maybe. Tall. Dark hair that always looked a little messy. He never said much when we passed in the hallway, just a nod or a low “hey.” But I thought about him. A lot.  

That evening, as dusk settled in, I was still in my work clothes when a soft knock came at the connecting door that led to his apartment. I opened it. Ethan stood there in a plain black T-shirt and jeans, phone in one hand.  

“Hey. Sorry to bother you. Your parents usually help me out when I’m stuck, but… any chance you could grab a few things from the shop? I’m mid-something and don’t want to leave the stove.”  

I looked at him. Really looked. “I can do better,” I said. “I’ll cook for you. I’m free. What do you need?”  

He blinked, then gave a small, surprised smile. “You don’t have to”  

“I want to.”  

I changed before I left. Short denim skirt. Crop top that showed my stomach. Nothing under it. I wanted him to notice. When I came back with the bags he was still at the stove, stirring something that smelled like tomatoes and garlic.  

“You didn’t have to buy all that,” he said.  

“I wanted to.” I set the bags down and started helping. Chopping, stirring, moving around his small kitchen like I belonged there. Every time I passed behind him I let my arm brush his. He didn’t move away.  

The accident happened on purpose. I reached for the salt, knocked the glass of water with my elbow, and watched the cold water soak straight through my crop top. The fabric clung to my chest. My nipples tightened instantly.  

“Shit” I looked down, then up at him. “Sorry. Do you have a towel?”  

Ethan grabbed one from the rail and held it out. I took it, but instead of just drying off, I turned my back to him and peeled the wet top over my head. I didn’t put anything else on. I just wrapped the towel loosely around my chest, holding it with one hand. “I’ll finish this,” I said, voice quieter now. “You can keep going with the sauce.”  

He cleared his throat. “Yeah. Okay.”  

I moved closer to the stove again. The towel slipped a little. I let it. When I reached past him for the wooden spoon the towel fell completely. My breasts were free. Full and soft. The cool air of the kitchen made my nipples even harder.  

Ethan froze. I didn’t cover myself. I stepped closer, pressed my chest against his side, and slid both arms around his waist. Before he could speak, I let one hand travel lower, over the front of his jeans. I felt him, already half-hard and I closed my fingers around the shape of his cock through the denim.  

His breath left him in a rough exhale. “Lily…”  

I squeezed gently. “I’ve wanted this.”  

His hands came up slowly. One settled on my bare back. The other cupped my breast, thumb brushing the nipple. Heat flooded through me. We didn’t finish cooking. He turned the gas off. Lifted me onto the counter and kissed me like he’d been holding back for a long time. My skirt rode up. His mouth moved down my neck, then lower, taking one nipple between his lips while his hand slid between my thighs. I was already wet.  

By the time we made it to his bedroom the sky outside was dark. He laid me on the bed and stripped the rest of my clothes off slowly. I watched him take his own off. The sight of him hard and ready made my stomach tighten with need.  

When he finally pushed inside me I gasped into his shoulder. He moved deep and steady at first, then harder when I wrapped my legs around him and told him not to stop. “Yes, go on…” I gasped. The bed creaked. My nails dug into his back. Every thrust sent sparks up my spine until I came with my face pressed against his neck, shaking.  

He followed soon after, groaning my name. “Lily, you're so sweet“. We stayed tangled together for a long time after. The room was quiet except for our breathing. Ethan brushed hair from my face. “You planned that, didn’t you?” he murmured.  

I smiled against his chest. “Maybe.”  

His hand slid down my side, slow and warm. “Your parents come back in three days.”  

“I know.”  

He was quiet for a moment. Then he rolled me onto my back again, settling between my legs. I felt his cock growing hard against me once more. “Then we have the whole week,” he said. I pulled him down for another kiss, already aching for him again.  

A car drove past outside. Somewhere in the house, the floor board made a quiet creaking sound. And neither of us noticed the soft sound of a key turning in the front door.

Someone was coming in.