Hot Neighbors Novels & Stories

And then, as if suddenly recalling himself, he spoke, his deep voice rumbling through the air. "Hello, my name is Gage. I'm your new neighbor." Nicole's gaze snapped back to his face, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized she'd been staring. "Oh, yes, hello," she stuttered, trying to compose herself. Gage's eyes sparkled with amusement as he nodded at her. "Our landlord said you might have something for me?"

Amanda groaned in frustration but was still eager to drop the juicy gossip to her friend. “Maya, you’re so unbelievable.” Amanda whispered, “I heard that our new neighbors are coming over today or tomorrow to inspect the house next to ours.” Maya rolled her eyes, that was any regular news. What was the big deal in that? “Oh, is that it? Even Phoebe have better gossips than you.” Maya teased, lifting her baby. The toddler let out a series of loud laughs as her mother lifted her up in the air. “Don’t compare my juicy gossips to your baby’s gaga-boo-boos.” Amanda said. “I also heard that they are coming from L.A and they are kind of a big shot over there.”

“The neighbor. I heard him shifting around upstairs. You’re going to take it. All of it.” Emma’s eyes widened. The house was old, the walls porous. The neighbor Mr. Harlan, the retired accountant who had lived next door for ten years sometimes checked on them if the lights stayed on past midnight. She could picture him sitting at his kitchen table right now, the thin drywall between their houses carrying every sound. The thought made her pussy clench around Mark’s cock. The plug vibrated faintly against his length, adding pressure.

the man offered. Neighborhood friends? We've never had those. Most of the people in our previous neighborhoods were old, and their kids had moved out because they were old as well. There was really no one in our age group to vibe with. "That would be lovely," our mother was quick to agree. "If you need any help, we're right opposite your farmhouse. We'll be happy to help in any way possible," the sweet old lady offered. "Thank you once again, Mrs. Hepburn," my mother smiled.

Silence. Together. ———————————————————————— The new neighbors moved in a month later. A young couple with a toddler and a dog, looking for a place to put down roots. They came to our door with cookies and questions, nervous and hopeful, the way we'd been when we first arrived. I welcomed them. Helped them carry boxes. Told them about the neighborhood, the park at the end of the street, the bakery where I worked. I did not tell them about the woman who'd lived in their house before. I did not warn them about casseroles or texts or visits at the gate.

“I live directly below her house.” Noelle laughed. “Of course you do.” I raised an eyebrow. “What does that mean?” “Of course Sasha somehow has Rowan Blackwood as a neighbor.” She looked at Rowan. “I didn’t even know people could randomly become your neighbor.” “Usually requires escrow,” Rowan said. I closed my eyes for a second. Noelle laughed again. “This is insane.” “Geography is pretty common,” I said. “Not for you.” Noelle pointed at me with the tip of her finger. “You have a project with Moretti Holdings, then you go home and find out your neighbor is the founder of Blackwood Systems. Who else lives on that street? The Prince of Monaco?”

"We're even. Sort of." "Sort of?" "I'm still deciding on 'even.' Might need a second punch to fully commit." "Absolutely not." I rubbed my jaw, wincing. "Get in here before you decide you need a third." He stepped inside, glancing around my new apartment with open curiosity, and by the time we settled at the kitchen table with the food I'd actually managed not to burn this time, most of the earlier tension had melted into something easier, more familiar, the specific comfortable rhythm we'd built over years of exactly this kind of friendship.

I roll my eyes at him "That was one time!" I exclaim as I glare at him. He gives me a smile and pulls me in. I hug him back and giggle. "Good to have you back cherry" --------------- It was night now, after dinner, all 4 of us sat in the living room and we were just talking and laughing. It was raining outside, so we were tucked in our blankets and were cozy. And in the middle, Jerry came, "Excuse me sir and ma'am. But you have a guest"

“And I meant it then too.” I locked the car and glanced across the street. Lights were on in the previously empty house and Ashley noticed it too. “They finally moved in” she said. I studied the house. It had been vacant for months, now the lights inside glowed warmly. “Should we be neighborly?” Ashley asked. Nick laughed. “You just want to snoop.” “Partly,” she admitted. I considered it for a moment. Being approachable in this neighborhood wasn’t a bad thing and it wouldn’t hurt to know who lived across from us.

I occupy a small apartment that consist of one master bedroom, a living room and a kitchen, grabbing my key from where I usually hang it beside the door, I clicked open the door and out I went, locking it after me. I rushed into the elevator, smiling to my elderly neighbor who if I allowed, would never stop her greetings, she would be like, 'Hazel, the weather is so beautiful today' 'Hazel, did you watch the news last night, poor man couldn't believe his wife had been cheating on him for years' let me clarify you, she hardly watches the news but one TV drama that always play in the evening at 9:00, to her, everything is news. I pressed the ground floor on the button and smiled to my other ne