Chapter 6: A Neighbour

“It's all good now, Mrs. Figgs,” I said as I checked the faucet of the kitchen tap.

“So handy,” Mrs. Figgs said. “Sure I can't tempt you into staying for tea? I still know how to make you your favourite.”

I smiled as my gaze met Mrs. Figgs, and refused to travel down knowing she was only wearing bum shorts and a tank top. There was a longing in her eyes, one that desired the sigh of pleasure's touch, and the rippling warmth of intimacy.

She placed a warm hand against my arm. “Besides, there's no one home. I could do with a bit of company.”

“You're so sweet, Mrs. Figgs,” I said to her. “I would love to stay. But I'm not really done for the day.”

“Five minutes?”

I considered her request. “Alright. Let me send a text to Charlie to let him know that I'm not quite done here.”

Mrs. Figgs smiled and pecked me on the cheek. “Thank you.”

She shuffled off, and moved to one of the cupboards to get out a can of milk, a can of chocolate, and a can of sugar.

I leaned against the counter and got out my phone to text Charlie when I saw a message from Cynthia.

I briefly looked at Mrs. Figgs as she set the kettle on the cooker and moved about the kitchen. I returned my gaze to the phone and checked out Cynthia’s message.

Cynthia: Hey.

Tim: Hey. How are you?

Cynthia: I'm good. How are you?

Tim: I'm okay.

Cynthia: I'm sorry I didn't respond to your last message. I was at work.

Tim: Oh. That's okay. I'm glad you didn't respond. Else, I would have told you some very bad things and distracted you from work.

Cynthia: I'm home now.

Tim: That's good. You came back today?

Cynthia: Yes. Not so long. And I missed you.

Tim: I missed you too.

Cynthia: So let's continue. What were the bad things you wanted to tell me?

Tim: Mostly that I would like to taste you again. You know where.

Cynthia sent a smiling emoji.

Cynthia: Really?

Tim: Yes.

Cynthia: I felt your dick, though.

Remembering how close I was to her, that was more than likely.

Tim: I know.

The kettle whistled and I didn't bother looking up, knowing Mrs. Figgs had everything under control.

Cynthia replied with a smiling emoji.

Time took a long sigh, long enough for Mrs. Figgs to be done preparing the tea.

“Here you go,” Mrs. Figgs said.

“Thank you, Mrs. Figgs,” I said.

“It's Ellen, Tim. You don't need to stand on such formalities.”

“Thank you.” I took a sip from the mug with brown content and the temperature was just right. “So sweet. Amazing you remember just how I like my tea.”

Ellen smiled and wore a shy expression. “You matter.”

“Thank you. So how have you been, really, Mrs. Fi… Sorry. Ellen?”

“I'm okay. Or still trying to be okay. Some days, I don't know.”

“I'm so sorry. Seems like you're not ready to move on yet.”

“I don't know how to do that when I sleep and wake on the bed we shared. Everything in the house still reminds me of him.”

I exhaled. I wished to continue my texting with Cynthia, but I didn't want to come off as less sympathetic to Ellen.

“Sophie and Danielle have tried to set me up with potential guys, but I wasn't interested in them,” Ellen said. “I still miss Mike, and I hate that he had to leave me the way he did.”

“He didn't leave you, Ellen,” I said. “Cancer took him. Besides, I'm quite sure he'd want you to be happy.”

“I do lodge sometimes, just so I don't have to go sniffing his clothes, trying to remember his scent.”

“I'm so sorry.”

My phone beeped. I checked it to see it was from Charlie. I looked at Ellen. “It's from Charlie. Let me give him a response.” I opened it.

Charlie: I'd be leaving the office. Don't bother coming back. Spend some time with Ellen. She's been asking after you.

Amazing. Because I couldn't really identify any real fault with the faucet. Seems my coming here had all been planned. Oh no. Was Charlie trying to set me up with Ellen? I thought of Cynthia and sent her a message.

Tim: What's on your mind?

“Please, excuse me,” Ellen said. “I'd be right back.”

“No worries,” I said.

She walked out of the kitchen.

Cynthia: Dirty things.

I smiled.

Tim: Everything you're thinking of, I would like to make you feel each one. I know how to take my time.

Cynthia: Crazy. That would be nice. Actually, you're making me start to imagine things.

Tim: Well, choose a day, any day at all, and you'd feel all of them.

Cynthia: Definitely. And forgive the delay. I just want to be sure so I don't get any surprises from work.

Tim: I understand.

Tim: Are you good?

Cynthia: Yes. I am. I would love to bathe with you.

The thought of our naked bodies pressed together in the same space with rivulets of water competing with our caresses stirred the need in my dick. I had to look up to be sure Ellen wasn't back. I returned my gaze to the phone.

Tim: I would love that.

Cynthia: You sure you won't be shy being naked before me?

Tim: I won't be shy. But if we end up spending two hours in the bathroom, you caused it.

Cynthia: Doggy.

I smiled.

Tim: Oh yes. But I would spend so much time on my knees because I would be between your legs eating you.

Cynthia: WTF.

Tim: I want to torture you a bit. Just a bit.

Cynthia: Go on.

Tim: Do you know what I really wanted to do to you that night?

Cynthia: No. What was it you really wanted to do?

Tim: I wanted to crawl down the bed and pause between your legs. Raise your shirt up a bit, move between your legs, and slide my wet tongue right into you.

Cynthia: Naughty fellow. I would love that.

Tim: Well, next time, I will do that to you.

Cynthia: Really?

Tim:.Yes. I would lick, kiss, and suck you down right between your legs. Slowly.

Cynthia: I moaned reading that.

I chuckled.

Tim: Will you be able to manage?

Cynthia: I don't know. You're too innocent to be this naughty.

I smiled.

Tim: Thank you. So, next time, I will do that.

Cynthia: Yes.

There was the spark of a sigh at her affirmation. Creatures of pleasure and sex swam in the sea of my mind.

Tim: I don't need to see you naked to know you have a really beautiful body.

Cynthia: I love being naked, but I had to just behave myself because it was the first time you were visiting. Besides, I was that way because I am comfortable around you. I don't know why, but I am.

Tim: I am comfortable around you too.

I registered her words in my mind, and it stirred a hunger inside me.

Tim: If you love being naked, does that mean you sleep naked too?

Cynthia: Yes.

Tim: Sleep naked with me next time, then. If you want, I'd do the same as well.

Cynthia: When next you come around. Mind you, I'm clingy.

Tim: I don't mind at all. Invite me next time. I would love to do everything we've talked about today.

Cynthia: Okay.