Chapter 1

Moving in had been difficult, even with the help of Bob and Charlie, who, after sitting in the mess with me for the time it took to drink two Extra Stouts each, were now long-gone.

My stuff was everywhere, and it would be another day's work to arrange everything into something resembling order. But tomorrow was another day — a Sunday, in fact — and tomorrow would do. For now, I wanted to finish my beer, take a shower, and vegetate. Maybe catch the Orioles' game on the tube.

This townhouse was a big step up from my previous apartment. That dump was all I could afford when I got out of college and got the job here in the Nation's Capital. But that was three years ago, and my second and most recent raise in pay had inspired me to greater things. Not great things — just greater than before.

This was still only a rental townhouse in a complex of townhouses, more of them occupied by renters like me than by homeowners. I still had some climbing to do up the economic ladder, but at least I had left the bottom rung.

The view out my living room window wasn't inspiring — just more townhouses, only sixty yards or so away. But there were lots of trees, and no high rises to be seen. Compared to my old place, this was pretty damned nice!

And the air conditioning seemed to actually work!

I stripped off my sweaty t-shirt and walked over to the window to look out at my new domain. Actual grass growing in the areas between buildings! Imagine that! And each townhouse had a little postage-stamp yard in back, with its own eight-foot fence providing a modicum of privacy to one and all. The fences were unusually sturdy and tall, as townhouse complex fences go, and I noticed that I couldn't see much of anything in the yards across the way — the fences protected well over three-quarters of the yards. From my end-of-the-row unit, I couldn't see any of the other back yards on my own row, either — except the one to my immediate left — the nearest one.

Where there was a gorgeous totally naked babe sunbathing in full view!

Holy shit! I staggered backward, pulling myself out of sight of the window, in case she saw me there. Cautiously, I crept back to the window — on my knees this time to create less of a profile — and looked again.

Oh, my God! I had died and gone to heaven. This woman was prime! And it's not even June yet, I thought. With any luck, this sunbathing hottie could be out there every weekend until the end of September! Oh, yes, God, make it happen!

Still trying to keep out of sight, I studied the young woman with greater care. She was a brunette, tall, small-breasted but extremely attractive. Her pubic hair was mostly shaved, but she'd left a little decorative bit just above the Door to Paradise, and the matching hair on her head was long and lovely.

For the first time, I noticed there were two lounge chairs there in the yard, side-by-side, and both towel-covered. Oh, my! Either my lovely neighbor was about to be joined by her boyfriend, or else I was — JACKPOT! Another babe came into view, wearing a big towel, emerging from the ground floor of their townhouse. When she reached the little corner of the yard where the lounge chairs were, the towel came off. BINGO! This one was a redhead! A very naked redhead, with lovely, big, freckled breasts! (Oh, my God!)

I have this thing for redheads. I can't help it. They're like — exotic creatures. I've dated redheads. I've even bedded a couple of redheads. They were great — I mean, not any greater, really, than blondes or brunettes — but somehow, even the actual evidence that they were no better (and certainly no worse) than any other woman was never conclusive for me!

When I saw a redheaded female, my mouth got dry and I went temporarily insane. At least, on those rare occasions when I saw a near-naked, big-breasted, freckle-faced gorgeous redhead like this one! And this one wasn't just some babe on the beach, nearly naked. No, no NO! She was absolutely, positively, entirely naked.

Oh, Lord, take me now, 'cause I've seen it all!

Still, I'd seen the brunette first, and this gave her a certain cachet that the redhead didn't have. I felt extra affection for the brunette. After all, I'd known her longer. I'd seen her lovely little shaven pussy first. The redhead, God bless her, wasn't shaved at all (OH, GOOD!) and I soon got a nice close-in shot of her little red center as well.