The Neighbors
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2010 - Carl East
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The Neighbors
I’ve been lucky in the past to have had good neighbors, and my current ones were no exception. They were three brothers, Mike, Steve and Peter Fowler. My name is Judy, and at the age of 27 I’m so glad that the neighbors are thoughtful as well as good company.
I’d moved here after an irretrievable marriage break up, and liked how quiet the area was. I’d just about had enough of men, and didn’t even bother looking for another companion at least for now. I was also business minded, and had no thoughts of having children and settling down.
The brothers had several parties a week around their house, and were nearly always inviting me but like I said, I’d sworn off men for a while and kept turning them down. It was during one of those parties that I had a blackout in the house, and when I checked outside it seemed I was the only one. I’ve never been what you might call handy around the house, so my first thought was to ask the brothers next door for help.
I went around and could hear the music blaring away inside, so when I knocked I wasn’t surprised when no one answered. I figured I’d go around the back and knock on a window, or perhaps someone would be around there. When I got to the back the music was even louder as there was a window open, and someone was having a cigarette next to it to blow the smoke out. I tapped on the guys arm, which made him jump and after apologizing I asked to speak with Mike. He was the oldest of the three at twenty-one, so I figured perhaps he was the more knowledgeable. It only took him a minute to come to the back door.
“Hi Judy, have you come to join us?” he said, clearly well on his way to being drunk.
“No Mike, I have a power cut next door and don’t know what to do,” I replied.
“You’ve probably tripped the circuit by having too many electrical appliances going at one time, hang on a second and I’ll get my torch.”
I waited patiently and soon we were entering my house, and I was showing him where the circuit panel was located. A few seconds later after hearing him throwing a few switches the lights came back on, and he then showed me what to do if it ever happened again. That was what I meant at the beginning about them always being so thoughtful, I couldn’t ask for better neighbors.
It was a week later that all three of them came to my door, and I invited them in for a drink and a chat. They wanted to know if I was up for a party that night, and to be honest I was. I felt it was time I kicked back a little and tried to enjoy myself so I said yes for once.
“That’s great Judy, this one’s more than just a party though it’s Peter’s eighteenth birthday,” said Mike.
“Oh Happy Birthday Peter,” I said, knowing that he was the youngest of the three.
“Thank you…we’re also celebrating the fact that I start college in two weeks.”
“Well I wouldn’t want to miss that, so what time would you like me to come around?”
“Eight would be fine, oh and it’s only a group of our closest friends so it won’t be as rowdy as the usual parties,” said Mike.
With that they all left, leaving me wondering what he meant by rowdy. Still, I knew it was time I had some fun, and I’d never seen the inside of their house before. I couldn’t make up my mind what to wear though; I kept wondering what would be appropriate. In the end I settled for a short skirt as I felt my legs were perhaps my best feature, and a low cut top. I knew men liked a good cleavage and at 27 I still had what it took to turn heads.
When I arrived at their house at five past eight, I could already hear the music as I knocked on the door. Someone must have been waiting on the other side this time as it opened straight away, and Mike invited me in. He took my shawl from me and hung it up next to the door, and then stood staring at me.
“You look stunning Judy, please go through to the sitting room and help yourself to a drink,” he said, watching me as I entered the house proper.
“Thank you Mike, I will,” I replied.
I walked in to find that there were just the brothers and three young girls standing around the bar, which sort of dominated the room. Peter was acting as bar man, and asked what I would like to drink.
“I’ll have a Brandy if you’ve got one?” I replied, looking at the various bottles on the back shelf.
“Yes I think we have a bottle of Brandy somewhere…ah here it is Napoleon brandy, is that good enough?”
“That’s one of the best, yes that’ll do,” I replied, watching him pour me a glass.
I put ice in it myself after saying thanks and turned to say hello to the girls. They all seemed quite nice but very young, the youngest it turned out was the same age as Peter and the other two were nineteen, which made me feel like a den mother. Soon there were another six people joining us and it started to get a bit livelier, and as the night wore on some of these young ones started to get a little more out going, if you know what I mean.
Tracy for instance, began to dance on top of the coffee table and was being dared to strip. She actually did start, but no sooner had she got her top off than she fell off of the table knocking a drink out of Peter’s hand as he tried to save her. That was funny to watch, I only wish I’d had my camera to take a shot of the moment Peter had a breast shoved into his face. The party seemed to open up more after that, and perhaps it needed someone who wasn’t scared to have a good time to stir things up a little.
Then someone shouted that they should play that game they played the last time they were here, only Mike said no as they had guests. I figured he was referring to me, so I asked what they meant.
“We normally play these adult games, and the one that she’s referring to is called truth or dare, but it can get a little too serious at times and I wouldn’t want to embarrass anyone here by playing something they might not be ready for,” said Mike.
I took that comment as a challenge and replied that I didn’t mind playing their games. I think in hindsight that that was what he wanted me to say, but what the hell I was still young enough to let my hair down occasionally. The rules it turned out were pretty simple, everyone took a turn at throwing a pair of dice and the person with the lowest score lost while the highest was the one who got to ask the question. If the scores were tied they had to roll again until there was a clear winner and loser.
We were all playing, so it took a while for the winner and the loser to become clear. The loser on the first round was Peter, which seemed appropriate and the winner was David another neighbor from across the street.
“Peter…truth or dare?” said David.
“Let’s start off slowly, I’ll have truth,” replied Peter.
“Are you a virgin?”
Even Peter laughed at that one.