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  Thad, for his part, kept trying to do the talking for the both of them. He failed. “I just, I thought, just that, you know, I thought that you were, thought that something, you were, um, sitting in the car with it, Jesus, sorry. Something. Wrong?”

  Mortified, Holly tried to smile at him. She thought about waving, but reconsidered. Thad might see the wetness on the tips of her fingers. “Hi. Nope, I'm fine,” she said through the window.

  “Oh, I'm so sorry to, uh . . .”

  Holly realized the car was still running. She switched off the ignition and, not sure what else to do, went to open the door and get out of the car.

  Thad stepped back as she grabbed her purse and got out. She straightened the skirt of her dress, then they stood there, awkwardly, looking each other up and down.

  Holly swore she could feel the heat coming off this half-naked, hard working man. She swore, too, she could smell her musk, heavy in the air. And, if she could smell it, he could, too.

  Great.

  “So, you guys, uh, coming over tonight?”

  “What? Tonight?”

  “Yeah,” Thad said, smiling that winning smile of his, “my housewarming party? Starts at eight?”

  “Oh!” Holly said, her face expressionless. “Right, Sam mentioned that this morning.”

  She glanced down at her feet, still awkward and shy. On the way down to her shoes, though, her eyes flickered past the growing bulge in the front of Thad's jeans.

  And what a bulge! He must be hung like a horse!

  The warmth between her legs returned, and she shifted uneasily on her feet.

  She felt her face go red again, and she quickly averted her eyes upward, to his embarrassed face.

  “If you guys are tired from the work week, I uh, I understand. I'm on vacation right now, a short vacation, to move in. Have my assistant covering things for me.”

  “No, no,” Holly mumbled, looking into his piercing, blue eyes. She glanced away. “We're coming.”

  He laughed.

  She considered the wording of her phrase. Shit, that sounded bad. “To your party. We're coming to your party.”

  “I know,” he replied, still laughing. “Well, I gotta get back to work so I can get cleaned up. Tell Sam hi for me, and thanks again for last weekend.”

  She smiled, the situation not at all settling her nerves, or helping with the problem between her legs. “I will. See you at eight?”

  “Yeah,” he said, turning to head back down the driveway, and over to finish up the work on his lawn. He turned back around at the end of the drive, just as she was finally walking off to go inside. “And, you know, you guys can come over anytime. Neighbors, right?”

  She looked back over her shoulder, her face still flushed. “Right. Neighbors.”

  He went back over to his yard. He had the lawn mower going again by the time she made it back inside.

  She didn't think that could have been anymore uncomfortable. She closed the door and put her back to it, breathing a sigh of relief. The only problem? She could tell she was even more hot and bothered between her legs than when she'd started. Had it been Thad watching her, even for a few seconds, his knowing what she was doing? She shook her head, trying to dismiss the urge she had to pull her dress up and finish what she'd started, right there in the entryway.

  “Honey?” Her husband called from his office. “How was work?”

  Holly swallowed her desires. But, she thought, she wanted to be swallowing something else.

  “It was good,” she called back as she dropped her purse on the entry hall table and went into his office. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't too busy with work, or too exhausted to help her take care of this problem.

  She walked through the living room, and through the little hallway. She stopped at the door to his office. “Hey,” she said.

  “Hey yourself,” he replied as he spun around in his chair. He looked awful, with big circles under his eyes. Yeah, he was exhausted. “You okay?”

  “I'm fine,” she said. “You, though, look like you've had a bad day.”

  “Yeah, pretty stressful. But, it'll be sorted out before the party tonight.”

  “You sure? I'd hate to go stag.”

  Sam smiled. “I think you'd manage. Do you mind putting some coffee on for me? I got wrapped up in some stuff, and forgot to a little while ago.”

  “Yeah, sure, honey.” With thoughts still on her sexy, well-hung neighbor, she went into the kitchen and put some coffee on for Sam. At least she could do that, she thought, even if her attention was entirely focused on another man.

  She checked the time. 5:30. That gave Sam two hours, at least, to get finished with his work. In the meantime, she set to work on a quick dinner for the two of them.

  She finished around 6:00. Her husband was still in the office, working away on his computer, so she took him his food and ate dinner alone in front of the TV.

  By 6:30, or so, she'd finished eating while she watched an episode of some stupid sitcom. Still, Sam was working.

  She still hadn't been able to scratch the itch the neighbor had created between her legs. Again, Holly thought of the bulge in Thad's pants. Unconsciously, she licked her lips.

  “Hey honey,” Sam said as he popped his head into the living room, startling her. “Woah, sorry. You okay?”

  “Sorry, mind was elsewhere.”

  “Oh, okay,” he said, coming over and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for dinner.”

  “You're welcome, babe. Sorry, it wasn't much.”

  “Nah, it was perfect,” he said, kissing her again. “Gotta get back in there, though. Just wanted so say thanks, that's all.”

  Holly sighed as Sam disappeared back into his office. She checked the time. Not even 6:45. She put on another episode of mindless television, ridding herself of another thirty minutes.

  * * *

  By 7:15, Holly was ready to end the monotony and get in the shower. The whole time she'd been watching the show, she'd wrestled with the thoughts and mental pictures of Thad. What it would be like to be in his arms, to be in anyone's arms. Having him constantly in her thoughts hadn't helped the “itch.”

  Where had all this horniness suddenly come from? She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thoughts.

  It didn't work.

  She got up from the couch and put her plate in the kitchen. “I'm gonna hop in the shower,” she called into Sam's office.

  “'Kay, babe! Just a few more minutes.”

  Holly sighed and went to shower. She disrobed in the master bathroom, dropping her clothes in a pile on the floor as she waited for the water to hit the right temperature. She thought about how a cold shower would probably be best, and grinned at herself.

  Instead, though, she checked herself out in the mirror. Natural blonde hair, nice breasts, flat stomach, good hips. She thought she had all the curves a woman her age should have. Not that she was old, or anything. Far from it. But, still, she watched what she ate, exercised.

  All in all, she was happy with what she saw.

  With the water warmed up, she hopped in the shower and began to get herself clean. As she soaped and lathered, she imagined herself scrubbing off the dirty thoughts about Thad.

  She discovered as she reached down below, though, that she hadn't been scrubbing those thoughts off at all . As her soapy fingers lingered on her erect nipples, she realized they only gotten worse.

  She looked up at the massaging shower attachment Sam had installed so she could wash her back, and he could get a little soothing action on his lower lumbar. She bit her lower lip as she considered its other uses. She reached up and pulled down the attachment, stuck the head between her legs.

  “Oh God,” she moaned, almost instantly, as the water pulsated on her clit and pleasure radiated throughout her body. Why had she never used this before? Out of fear of hurting Sam's feelings?

  “Oh, boy, fuck that ,” she muttered in a sultry voice, groaning as she repositioned the shower head. Though
ts of Thad flooded her mind, even as her own juices flooded her pussy. She moaned low, feeling the orgasm growing and growing, soon to arrive.

  “There we go,” she said to herself as she found a particularly good angle that almost made her knees go weak. She was so close, she could almost taste it. “Fuck me, Thad, fuck me like a little slut.”

  That's when Sam knocked on the door.

  “Honey? You okay?”

  Holly let out a low whine, almost felt like crying then and there. But she didn't. Instead, she replied to her husband. “Yeah, I'm fine. What's going on?”

  “Oh, nothing. Were you talking to yourself in there, or something?”

  Holly groaned, felt her face flush for the second time that day. He'd heard.

  “Honey?”

  “What?”

  “I asked if you were talking to yourself, or someone, in there.”

  Holly sighed. The best way to get out of this would be to just go with it. She had to think fast, though.

  “Uh, yeah,” she said. “The theater arts teacher, Becky Clapper, wanted me to help out with some line readings. So I was, uh, practicing my part in the shower.”

  “Oh,” he said through the door. “Well, that sounds cool. Okay, when you're out of the shower let me know. I still need to get ready.”

  “I will, babe.”

  Damn it! Thwarted again! How the hell was a woman supposed to get off in this neighborhood, anyways? If it wasn't the sexy neighbor busting you in your car, it was your husband busting you in the shower.

  This must have been how teenage boys felt!

  Holly made a mental note to be nicer to the boys in her class from then on. They may be just young boys now, but they'd have hardships in the near future.

  She finished up in the bathroom and let Sam know she was out. He hopped in the shower and washed up while she dried her hair and dressed for the party.

  She had to fight the urge to get all dolled up. This was, after all, just a housewarming party next door, and not some night out on the town with her husband.

  She pulled out a little summer dress she knew Sam liked and some sandals, with some red lacy underwear she always felt sexy in. A little jewelry, earrings and a necklace, and enough makeup to make her feel pretty, but not enough to look like a supermodel, or street walker. Finally, she put her shoulder length hair up, piling it on top of her head.

  Sam was out of the shower and into his clothes just shy of 8:00.

  “It's just a housewarming party,” Holly said. “We don't have to be there exactly on time.”

  “No, I know that,” Sam replied as he pulled on his jeans. “But I also kind of, you know, want to make a good impression.”

  Holly laughed. “Really? Why's that?”

  “Well, we're probably going to be living by him for a while. And what if he has, I dunno, a really nice tool I want to borrow?”

  She almost guffawed. Instead, she just smirked.

  They were getting ready to leave when Sam's phone rang. He checked it and swore.

  “Really?” Holly asked, knowing full well it was work related. “Now?”

  “I know, I know,” Sam said with his finger hovering over the answer button. He sighed and pressed it as he put the phone to his ear. “This is Sam.”

  She frowned, bit her thumbnail.

  With the phone still pressed to the side of his head, he looked at her and held up his index finger and mouthed, “One second.” He headed back into his office, mumbling affirmatives to the other party on the phone.

  Holly sighed and rolled her eyes.

  She really didn't want to go solo to this thing. It was going to be an entire party full of people she didn't know, with a guy who'd just caught her, well you know , in the car a few hours before. Awkwardness on top of awkwardness was piling on top of her.

  But, she also wanted to have a good time tonight. She and Sam so rarely went out anymore. They didn't have a lot of friends. Just coworkers, really. What was she going to do anyways? Sit at home and watch more pointless television?

  Sam must have finished up his call, because he soon came out of his office. “Hey, babe? Bad news.”

  “More work?” she asked.

  “Yeah . . . more work,” he replied. He looked ragged enough already without having more stress piled on top of him. He reached out and took her hands, held them tightly. “But why don't you go over and make an appearance, at least? He really wanted us to at least stop by.”

  “Are you sure? Why don't you try to get out of it?”

  He frowned, then smiled. “I would if I could. But, it's Perkins, and they're a big client. If I don't get this done by tomorrow morning, I might have to find another one.”

  “No, I understand. Work is work.” And she really did. Part of what she loved about Sam was his work ethic, his drive. “I'll go over and say hi. If it's lame, I'll just come back.”

  They leaned in and gave each other a peck on the lips, then Holly was out the door and headed to the thirty or so feet to the neighbor's.

  Cars were already starting to pull up and line both sides of the street as she walked over to Thad's.

  She could hear the sounds of loud music, laughter, and the general murmur of a large, enthusiastic crowd behind the front door. She rang the bell and waited as butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

  What was she so nervous about? She was just going to see the neighbor.

  Then, she realized it. She'd forgotten a housewarming gift. She swore under her breath just as Thad opened the front door.

  He was freshly shaved, showing off his strong chin, and wearing a fitted dress shirt and jeans that fit snugly to his physique. Also, he wasn't covered in lawn clippings and sweat.

  All in all, he cleaned up well. Very well.

  “Holly!” he shouted as he opened the door. “You came!”

  Not yet , Holly thought as she grinned at him. “I did!”

  “Wait, where's Sam?”

  “Working. He, uh, works. A lot.”

  “Nothing wrong with that,” Thad said. A look of surprise crossed his face, and he jerked a thumb back over his shoulder. “Almost forgot there's a party going on. Come on in, I'll grab you a drink and introduce you around.”

  He stepped back and opened the door wide, waving her in with a flourish.

  Holly stepped inside and surveyed the surroundings. It was quite the party already, with about thirty people standing around the living room, den, dining room, and kitchen eating snacks and drinking beer and wine.

  “You're a wine girl, aren't you?” Thad asked as he led the way.

  “I've been known to drink some red every now and then.”

  “Good,” Thad said, looking back and flashing a smile at her. “I've never trusted white wine drinkers.”

  They went into the kitchen and Thad poured her a glass of pinot noir, and the night began.

  Over the next couple hours, and several glasses of wine, Thad paid more attention to Holly than he had any business paying to anyone. She tried to convince him to hang out with his friends, to mingle more, but her attempts were halfhearted at best.

  “Nope,” he replied and denied her with a vigorous shake of his head. “I've known these people for years. You, though, I'm just getting to know. Now, tell me about teaching.”

  So she told him about teaching, about the trouble with kids and parents, about the stress, and about how much she enjoyed it all and felt it was worthwhile. “You know, you can the worst day, or week, or month, then you finally get through to a kid. And, well, that can be make it almost worthwhile.”

  “Almost?” he asked.

  “Yeah. Then, summer comes along. And that makes it worthwhile.”

  Thad laughed. “It must be nice to get three months off every year?”

  “Well, duh! Of course it does. I mean, you still end up working your fingers to the bone the other nine months . . .”

  They talked for a little while longer till Sam, still slightly frazzled, showed up.

  “Hey
, honey,” Sam said, wrapping an arm around her. He kissed her on the cheek before shaking hands with Thad.

  “Hey, babe,” Holly said and gave him a kiss. “Finished with work, finally?”

  He pursed his lips and shook his head. He exhaled in a fluster. “Sorry, can't stay long. Have to wake up early and wrap some some stuff up.”

  “Really?” Thad asked. “That sucks. Why don't you stay for a beer at least?”

  “Oh, no, can't do that,” Sam said, grinning. “After one, I'd want another to blow off steam. Next thing you know, you can't get me out of the house and tomorrow morning I'm peering at the computer through a haze of aspirin and coffee. I appreciate the offer, though. As a consolation, you get to keep my wife for the night.”

  Eyes wide, Holly almost spit out her wine as Thad and Sam laughed.

  “Don't let her get too drunk,” Sam said, pulling his wife closer to him and patting her on the ass.

  “I'll call her a cab if she hits the bottle too hard.”

  Holly laughed and kissed her husband. “You two.”

  “Alright, well I'm out of here. Honey, I'll leave the door unlocked for you. You guys have a good night.” And, with that, Sam was headed back home, leaving his wife alone at a crowded party with Thad.

  Too bad he wasn't serious about letting Thad borrow me , Holly thought. Because I'd take him up on that offer.

  “More wine?” Thad asked.

  She nodded with a smile and held out her glass to him. “Yes, more wine, please.”

  The night started to wind down after that, with a good portion of the guests leaving for other parties or a night of bar hopping. By that time, though, Holly and Thad had moved to the back patio to look at the pool.

  They were both feeling the effects of the wine as they sat side-by-side, their flanks pressed together, on one of the chaise lounges.

  Between the wine and her close proximity to Thad, Holly's stomach was aflutter as she thought again about him peeking in through her car window. She admonished herself for feeling this way about another man. She might not be 100% happily married, but she did love her husband. Sure, he worked a lot, but he only did it to help provide for them. And, so what if they didn't have a lot of sex? It was satisfying enough, when they actually did.