I love the holidays. I enjoy the time spent with friends and family during this time of year. There's something to be said for being in a festive mood during this season, especially when a very attractive next-door neighbor becomes extremely festive. Though I guess a better term to describe her would simply be... horny.
Jack and Dawn have been our very good friends and neighbors now for nearly two years having moved into the house directly behind ours. I first met Jack about a week after they had moved in. I was out painting the fence that separated our backyard from theirs when he came across his yard to introduce himself to me.
"Hello," he'd said walking over towards the fence when he saw me setting things up in preparation for painting. "I guess we're neighbors," he'd begun saying cheerfully. "Jack Roberts... my wife's name's Dawn," he added though at the moment she was nowhere in sight. I'd only caught a brief glimpse of Dawn once before while she'd been helping put things away into the storage unit behind their house. I'd noticed then that she was a smaller than averaged size woman, wearing her light-brown hair long, pulled back into a ponytail.
"David Peterson," I said shaking his hand over the fence, which wasn't all that easy to do as I was standing a good foot or more above him because of the way our deck was situated. "My wife's name is Cindy," I responded in kind to his unspoken inquiry.
"Listen... let me go in on half of the paint for the fence," he'd offered. "After all, your having built it in the first place is going to save me a chunk of money from having to build one myself. It's the least I can do. And besides, with two of us painting, it will take us both half the time!"
I'd barely known Jack's name and already I liked him. Warm, friendly, obviously outgoing as well as being outspoken, I felt in the short time we'd stood there chatting together that we had an awful lot in common.
When we'd first moved into the house, building a large redwood deck as well as installing an enclosed hot tub for us to enjoy, we'd put up the fence for privacy of course, but had included a small gate connecting our back yard to our then neighbors. The intention had been to get to know all of our neighbors well enough to strike up some friendships, as well as be able to invite them to come over to hot tub with us from time to time. The idea of including a small gate between our yard and theirs had been with the intention of making it easier for us to visit one another rather than walking half way around the block in order to do so. As it turned out, our then neighbors weren't anything like either Cindy or myself, and were in fact pretty anti-social. He'd gone so far as to actually padlock the gate on his side to keep us from using it for one thing, and for the other, making what we both felt was a very obvious statement about being friends with them for the other.
"I hope you don't mind my asking," Jack inquired. "But is there a reason why you have a lock on this gate?" He asked fingering the old rusted lock holding it up for me to see.
That's when I told him how we'd initially installed the gate with the hopes that we'd get to know all of our neighbors better, and be able to have them come over and tub with us, or simply make it a hell of a lot easier to simply visit.
"So in other words... this isn't your lock then."
"Nope!" I'd said simply. Seconds later Jack returned from his storage shed with a pair of bolt cutters. A moment after that the gate swung open, something it hadn't done in nearly two years. In a way, it was like having a ribbon cutting ceremony or something. I almost felt like celebrating it in fact, and suggested off hand that when we actually did finish painting both sides of the fence, that it might be a great idea to get together for a barbeque and maybe even a little hot-tubing afterwards.
"I think Dawn would really like that!" Jack stated. Her best friend lives several hours away now, and though she spends an almost indecent amount of time with her on the phone, it's not the same as actually having someone you can sit down and share a cup of coffee with you know? Oh, unless of course your wife doesn't drink coffee," he said laughing.
"No worries there," I told him. Cindy loves coffee for one thing. But for another... she'll talk your ear off if given half the chance. So you might want to warn your wife about that. Cindy's best friend lives out of state too, so she stores up about a years worth of gossip for whenever the two of them finally do get together. She's not one for spending a lot of time on the phone, preferring to actually speak to someone in person. She's what you might call a 'touchy-feely' sort of individual I guess."
Jack laughed, "She prefer doing the touching? Or getting the feely?" He said jokingly. Although I had already made up my mind that I liked him, his comment had seemed a bit on the intimate side and I wondered if he was actually suggesting anything.
"Probably a little of both," I said ducking the question, trying to keep the conversation as light and as friendly as I felt that he honestly was.
Jack gave me a curious look but didn't pursue anything. "Well... if we're still neighbors over the Christmas holiday's this coming year, maybe Dawn will include you in her New Years resolution," he said offhandedly.
"Her New Years resolution?" I asked back. "Which is?" I added cautiously curious.
Once again Jack snickered. "Might be better if you asked her yourself sometime. Though I doubt highly she'd tell you even. But if she and your wife hit it off, you might have your wife ask her sometime about what it means. If Dawn and Cindy become as good of friends as I think you and I will, it's very possible she'll find out for you."
"Ok," I said speaking the word very slowly. It was a slight hiccup in our otherwise perfect start to a new friendship. Whatever secret he and his wife shared regarding this New Years resolution of hers, theirs for that matter, we'd learn about it in due time.
Shortly after that Jack disappeared back inside his house to change into some work clothes. When he returned, Dawn was with him carrying what looked to be like a plate of freshly baked cookies. I was about to turn around, run into the house to get Cindy when the sliding doors opened to our patio area and she walked out. Obviously she'd been watching everything through the kitchen window, and had seen their approach realizing that the gate was now officially open again.
Jack and I immediately made introductions all around. Dawn presented the plate full of cookies to my wife. "Would you guys care for some coffee?" She asked excitedly. "I just made a fresh pot."
Jack and I looked at one another knowingly.
"Maybe we should plan on having a barbeque later on this evening," Cindy offered almost immediately after that. "Good way to get to know one another better," she concluded.
Jack and I glanced at each other again and laughed simultaneously.
"What?" Cindy and Dawn said nearly in unison.
From the start, it was as though they had known one another for years. Dawn followed Cindy into the house. Jack and I got the fence painted, and though we never did get our coffee, the girls spent nearly the entire afternoon getting to know one another. By the time we actually did fire up the barbeque, we all felt like we'd been friends for years rather than just having met that very morning.
We'd been digesting our perfectly done steaks for over an hour, getting even better acquainted when to my surprise, Cindy suggested that maybe the four of us should hot tub. As it was the early part of fall, though the days were still fairly warm, the evenings were just cool enough to enjoy using it again.
"That sounds like a great idea Cindy," I said excitedly standing to open the cover and let it breathe a little prior to using it.
"I think maybe it would be a good idea if you wore a suit though," she added seriously. "After all, we just met our new neighbors... no sense scaring them away right off the bat!"
Fact was... I absolutely hated having to wear a suit while hot tubing. "Yes dear," I answered sarcastically smiling at our friends.
Then they surprised us. "Listen, if you guys prefer to tub nude, don't let that stop you. As long as we're not talking wife-swapping here or anything," Jack said teasingly. "I don't think that either Dawn or I would have any problems with doing that either." He did look her way however seeking confirmation.
"Maybe if you keep the outside lights off," she said chiming in. Though I think she'd said that more for my wife's benefit than for any concerns she might have had, as Cindy seemed to appear somewhat relieved after Dawn had made that suggestion.
"Yeah, we can do that," Cindy grinned.
Inside, the naughty little boy in me was jumping up and down silently yelling, "goody... goody... goody!"
"Would you care for some wine?" I asked in a mellow reserved voice.
"That would be nice, thank you," Dawn smiled at me. And I thought I saw a hint of more in her eyes as she looked at me.
"Goody! Uh, great!" I said sounding a bit too enthusiastic, trying to calm my inner-self, "I'll get us some plastic wine glasses for the tub."
"Where ah, should we?"" Dawn stammered slightly looking at my wife.
"Oh, sorry, there are some terry cloth robes we use to tub in that are hanging in the downstairs bathroom behind the door. Help yourself to those. I'll see how David's coming along with the wine, so we'll meet you outside in the tub whenever you're ready," she told them.
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