The Baddie Neighbor Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

The Baddie Neighbor Ch. 04

... the arm to look back into the house pressing her large breasts against the arm which pulled her faded black T-shirt tight. "Momma!"

"What you yell'n 'bout?" An irritated voice preceded a woman as she walked to the door. She leaned her hip against the chipped white paint of the door frame and looked down at her daughter while pulling her own ratty pink T-shirt down over her exposed mid-riff which stretched the thin fabric tight over her own well-endowed chest. Even though the older woman had a darker complexion and slightly smaller bust it was clear to anyone that they were related.

"Look what is moving in across the street." The girl pointed with a long finger tipped by a gaudy red nail.

Directing her attention to the house across the street she saw a man her age come walking out of the front door and down toward his truck. He was tall and broad-shouldered filling out his shirt and thickly muscled calves. With a glance in their direction, he waved and then grabbed a box before turning away from them and going back toward the house.

"Daaamn, look at his ass!" the younger woman half whispered.

"Nice legs too," responded her mother. "Question is what brings a white man down to an all-black neighborhood to live?"

"He is crazy or stupid." She paused for a moment before adding, "Or damn desperate."

"Who is desperate?" A voice not unlike the young woman sitting on the porch floated over the older woman's shoulder.

The woman jerked, started, "Damnit Deandra! ...

... Gonna make you wear a bell the way you walk up on people. Never know where you are."

"Sorry momma. So, who was Daisha saying is desperate?" She pushed past her mother onto the front porch. Unlike her sister and mother, she was in a short floral sundress with a low-cut front showing ample cleavage and the dress showed off her curves and smooth legs just the same. Aside from how she was dressed she looked identical to her sister.

Daisha cut in, "White guy that just moved in across the street."

"Why?" Deandra looked across the street as he came out again to grab another box from the car. "He is cute and I like the dirty blond hair. Wonder how long he will last."

Daisha chuckled as she asked, "You talking about in the house or something else?"

"Don't be nasty Daisha."

"Don't be a prude Dee-Dee."

"Both of you shush, he is coming over here."

"Good morning. Since I saw you ladies out here chatting, I thought I would come over and introduce myself. I am James and as you can see, I am just moving in. I normally would have waited until I was a bit more cleaned up, but I didn't want to seem rude either."

"Don't worry about that, it is nice to meet you, James. I am Maya and these are my daughter Daisha and Deandra." She smiled broadly when she met his frost blue eyes sparking out from a sun-tanned deep ivory hued face. Only able to do so without looking up because he was two steps down on the stairs leading to the porch.

"Daughters? Not possible." He met her ...