The Baddie Neighbor Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

The Baddie Neighbor Ch. 04

... clothes on, you whore." Anna made a face and felt her ashwood complexion darken with anger as she looked at Nia walk across her driveway in tight, white booty shorts which almost glowed from the dark-umber skin beneath the thin fabric. Her massive chest stretched a pink T-shirt to its limit and the woman's improbably perky breasts bounced with every step, as she clearly had no bra on.

Putting her car in park and getting out, she glanced over and saw Nia staring at her over the roof of her own car. The other woman's mass of black hair looked wild and leant an untamed almost predatory sense to the look she was giving Anna.

"Morning, Anna. Haven't seen you around this weekend. New clothes?"

"Fu—" Anna saw Nia cock an eyebrow and take a step as if to move around her car which choked off the response. She looked down at her own trim heather-gray leggings and still-creased white T-shirt which had not even been washed before she had to put them on at the hotel. She was suddenly self-conscious of her small breasts poking against the shirt, and the way the leggings hugged her, otherwise, bare ass after her panties had been confiscated the night before. A blush spread across her face, which deepened even more when she saw Nia fix her eyes on the deep-red in her cheeks went down her neck.

"Yes, I did a little shopping." The ice in Anna's voice was backed up by a watery feeling in her own stomach. Without another word, she turned and headed for the front door; an itch on the ...

... back of her neck growing with the feel of Nia's eyes following her. Each step set her thin, blonde ponytail, offering scant protection from the eyes at her back.

From behind, Anna heard, "See you around, neighbor. Have a good morning." Nia's tone was light, but there was an edge that Anna could not place. It sent a shiver up her spine that was somewhere between dread and uncertainty. The heat between her legs spoke to something else, as well. As fast as possible, she opened the door and slammed it behind herself.

With a look around the house, she felt out of place, especially when her eyes crossed over where she had slapped Brian two days prior. "Damnit! Fuck! Fuck! DAMN!" Her voice rose higher and turned shrill, as she yelled into the empty house. Her fists beat the door behind her in frustration.

In frustration, she walked toward the kitchen; she stopped at the threshold when her eyes fell on the bag of thawed green beans sitting on the counter. "What the hell is this?" Scooping up the warm soggy bag, she threw it in the trash can. As it hit bottom, the sound of glass bottles clinking together made her look, and the two bottles at the bottom of the bag brought the watery feeling back to her stomach. Brian wasn't much of a drinker; then again, she had never slapped him before, either.

Deciding before anything else, she needed a shower and to get changed; she walked toward their bedroom. Immediately when she was in the bedroom, she kicked off her shoes and stepped ...