I was just about to settle in front of the T.V. when I heard the knock. I looked through the peephole. It was Adrian, my incredibly hot next-door neighbor with the long hair and the sexy English accent. I immediately felt a flush of warmth. He moved in four years ago, and I’ve had a bit of a crush on him ever since. He worked in a nightclub, so our hours were very different. We waved at each other coming and going a few times every week. We had had a few conversations, the way neighbors do, about the weather, or the neighborhood, but I could count the times on one hand when we’d had a conversation that lasted more than fifteen minutes. He’d never knocked on my door before.
He probably wanted me to check his mail while he was going on vacation or borrow a cup of sugar or something.
I opened the door.
“ ’Allo, Donna,” Adrian said.
“Hi, Adrian,” I said. “What can I do for you?” I asked.
Wicked smile at that. He leaned against the door jam.
“Would you like to come in?” I asked.
“No, love, that’s alright.”
“So how can I help you?” I asked.
That smile again. God, he was even hotter than I remembered.
“I was wondering if you’d like to party with me and a friend of mine tonight?”
“Ah…” Of all the things I thought he’d ask, that was not it. I was always traveling for work, and in my mind it bothered me that I didn’t really know anyone in my neighborhood. I guess after all this time it would be a good idea to get my neighbor better. “Ah, sure, why not?” I said.
“Good,” he said, straitening up. “Say ten o’clock then?”
“Okay,” I said.
He turned around to leave and then turned back to me. “Do you have something ultra-sexy to wear?”
“Ah…” It had been a long time since I had been clubbing. “Ah…” I tried to think of anything that I had in my wardrobe that wasn’t work clothes. “Ah… um… no.”
“Good,” he said. “I’ll bring something over then.”
He gave one of my curls a tug and stroked one finger down my cheek and then he was gone.
“Well that was weird,” I said to myself.
I looked at my watch. 7:30. I’d hop in the shower right now. This was a great idea. I hadn’t been out in forever. I remember about a year ago I’d seen him with a beautiful tall brunette a few times. That’s probably who he was talking about when he mentioned a friend. Maybe she liked to get up and dance when she went to the bars. Goodness knows how guys don’t always like to get up and dance and girls tend to only get up and dance if a friend gets up with them.
The more I thought about it the more and more I liked the idea. I needed to get out. All work and no play makes a girl a dull… well however the saying went. Maybe I’ll take a bubble bath. I ran up the stairs with a giddy laugh and a spring in my step.
I had my make-up and jewelry on and my hair in a nice updo with a few artful tendrils hanging down. My robe was really short so I was wearing my sweats under it when Adrian knocked at a quarter to ten.
“Allo again, Love,” he said. This time he made Love seem less like an endearment and more like my name. It was nice. I couldn’t help smiling. Why hadn’t I tried to get to know him before? I’d seen him coming and going a million times and had always had a warm fuzzy feeling about him, and not just because of his good looks and sexy accent.
“Ah…hi.” It was still weird to see him at my door.
He handed me a shopping bag.
“So see you at my house in fifteen minutes?”
“Okay,” I said.
He left. I went upstairs to get dressed.
The dress was a black leather dress with a zipper all the way down the front and a red detail around the waist made to look like a belt. He’d included a black bra. I looked at the tag. My size. Good guess. He’d included shoes. Wowza! Those were freaking high heels.
I put on the bra. WHOA. That was not just a bra. That was a MAJOR push-up bra. I looked down at myself. Holy moly. I’m about a C-cup but I looked like a triple-D in that bra. I couldn’t see anything down past my boobs in that bra. I wasn’t sure the dress would fit over the bra. On the one hand, it was strange that he got it for me, on the other hand it was probably meant to go with the dress and I definitely wanted to keep it.
He hadn’t included underwear, which I considered a good thing; I mean that would have been kind of creepy. Only, I’m sure I didn’t have any undergarments nearly as nice as the bra. All the underwear I had are the boring comfortable kind. I rummaged through my underwear drawer and came up with nothing that even remotely matched. Not that it mattered, nobody was going to see it, but I would know. I didn’t want to wear granny panties with an awesome bra like this and an amazing leather dress.
I thought about it and remembered a pair of pink lace boy shorts that I had bought years ago but had never worn. They were in a box in the bottom of my closet. I dug them out. I put them on. I looked in the mirror. Perfect.
Okay, I told myself. Now the dress. It had a tight bodice and a very short, loose flowing skirt. Jeez, is this what they are wearing to the clubs these days? I zipped the neck down until it showed a ton of cleavage. That would never do, definitely too slutty. Way not me. Truth is, I haven’t dated much, I’m pretty shy, and it’s a good thing Adrian brought something over because I certainly didn’t have anything like this in my closet.
I zipped the zipper all the way up to my neck. The leather formed like second skin to my torso this way, making my breasts look even bigger. No, that’s definitely not good either. I opened the zipper just a little bit. The leather relaxed some and so did I.
“Phew,” I said out loud.
I looked at my watch. I had to get a move on if I didn’t want to be late.
I looked at the shoes. Those laces looked complicated. I slipped them on. They fit perfectly.
Had Adrian noticed me more than he let on?
I laced the black leather laces all the way up my calves. Is this the way they were supposed to go? I stood up gingerly. Freakin’ A, these heels must be six inches high. I will never be able to dance in these. Fuck. I looked in my closet. Sling backs. No. Blue flats. No. Sandals. No. Running shoes. Jeesh. The one inch Steve Maddens I wore to great Aunt Jane’s funeral. Yes!
I grabbed, my small-heeled dress shoes, and walked carefully down the stairs. I was walking out my front door when I thought this outfit needed pantyhose. Or better yet stockings. Ah, fuck that.
I walked to Adrian’s house. The shoes were surprisingly comfortable. As long as I swung my ass a little and watched my step I could actually walk in them without worrying about falling down.
I rang Adrian’s bell and he let me in right away. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as he let me in. I walked in and I saw a man leaning against the dining room table. Adrian locked the dead bolt behind me and it made a very loud click, locking us all in together.
“Ah…” I said.
“Donna, this is John, he was my roommate in University and he just moved to the states a few months ago.”
“Ah…” I said again.
“He’s my guest, Donna,” Adrian said. I got the distinct feeling I was missing something. “I’m going to make him feel welcome.”
“Um…” I said.
“Would you like a drink, love?” Adrian said.
“Um, yeah,” I said.
Again I wondered about him calling me Love. What’s with this calling me Love like he throws it around all the time? I thought. I know he grew up in England and all, but he never called me Love before. Curious.
“Sure,” I said.
“Follow me,” Adrian said.
I followed Adrian into the kitchen, putting my purse down on the dining room table and my spare pair of shoes down below it on the way. I hadn’t been in Adrian’s house before, but the layout of his house was almost identical to mine.
“What will you have, Donna? Beer, wine, a mixed drink?”
“Um, I don’t usually drink,” I said.
He smiled at me. “Of course not,” he said.
“Maybe a girly drink?” I asked. Then I wondered if it sounded stupid. I realized John had come up behind me.
“A creamy girly drink or a fruity girly drink?” Adrian asked.
“Fruity,” I answered.
Adrian made me a drink. It was way stronger than I expected. I took a sip and put it down on the counter. Adrian picked it up and handed it to me. “No,” he said. “Drink up.”
Something in the way he said it, so firmly, had me obeying automatically. I took a few big sips. I went to put it down.
“No,” he said. “Finish it.”
“I’m not used to drinking,” I said.
“That’s okay,” he said, “finish it.”
I did. I knew I could have said no. I didn’t want to. “It was really good,” I said. And it was.
I looked over at John; he still hadn’t said anything. “I expected a girl,” I said.
“Really?” Adrian said. That seemed to amuse him. I couldn’t figure out why.
I felt a tiny bit of a buzz, and it made me happy. Then in a quick move, so quick it was almost too quick to follow, Adrian grabbed both my arms and held them straight down behind me, holding my wrists together. It was a weird thing to do, and made no sense, but oddly enough it felt kind of good, as if he were holding me up instead of just holding my arms back.
“When are we leaving?” I asked.
“We’re not going anywhere,” he said. “We’re staying in,” he said.
“I’m confused,” I said.
Adrian cuffed my wrists together with some kind of padded thick wrist cuff. I pulled my wrists against them. I had less than an inch that I could pull them apart.
I blinked fast. The alcohol had hit me really hard but I was becoming LESS confused by the second.
Adrian put his lips to my ear and unzipped my dress an inch. He took one finger and caressed the swell of my breast that the dress revealed.
“Wait, wait, what?” I said. I blinked fast. He never said we were going to a club, I just assumed that. The way he pulled down the zipper on my dress an inch wasn’t to get it where he wanted for a fashion statement. It was pure sex. He was interested in me. That way.
This was a surprising turn of events. And my body was so on board. Unfortunately my mind was still taking a minute to catch up.