Chapter One

 

Emily groaned and rubbed the small of her back. Unpacking was so much more work than packing! The place was worth it, though. It was a large, four bedroom with big picture windows, a pool and fenced in yard on a quiet street in a gated community.

Greg had claimed it was a steal, because the previous owners had to leave quickly. They’d had a fight over it because he’d bought it without her even seeing it! But when she did see it she lost all her mad, amazed at what their limited money had bought.

She was going to be spending a lot of time at home the next few years with her nine month old daughter Melissa, so a big house with a pool was a godsend.  She was in her bikini now, having taken an early dip in the pool, then spent a lazy twenty minutes relaxing before tackling more of the unpacking. It was hard work, especially in her lousy shape, but the sore muscles from yesterday just gave her more inspiration to work harder at getting her old body back.

She’d lost the fat, at least, but she was still soft from sitting around. She just hadn’t had enough energy to exercise the way she needed to, nor, with Melissa to look after, did she really have the time now.

It was amazing how much time a baby took up!  And it wasn’t like she was at college anymore, and able to drop by the gym between classes. The nearest gym to their previous condo had been miles out of her way. Now there was room for an exercise room, and she was going to go out and get some equipment soon.

The doorbell rang, and at first she ignored it. She wasn’t expecting company, and was in her bikini. It was probably someone trying to sell her something, or beg for money. But then she remembered, they were in a gated community now.

Frowning, she went to the door and looked through the peep hole. A tall blonde stood there, holding some sort of tray. It must be one of the neighbors, and she was certainly not presentable! On the other hand, if she refused to answer the door - and they probably knew she was home - she could get a reputation as anti-social.

She bit her lip with indecision, then opened the door a little.

“Uhm, hello,” she said uncertainly.

The woman was six inches taller and a decade older than her. She had a statuesque body, which was easily displayed by her tight tank top and short, low slung shorts, and her face was, if not pretty, certainly handsome from what Emily could see below the big, wraparound sunglasses.

“Well hi there!” the woman said, revealing a mouth full of perfect teeth. “You must be Emily!”

She thrust her hand forward, and there was little Emily could do but take it, and have her arm pumped rapidly and enthusiastically up and down.

I’m Karen, from across the street! Welcome to the neighborhood!”

“Well uhm, thanks!” Emily said. “I’m uhm, not exactly presentable…”

Karen let go of her hand and waved her apologies away. “Oh honey, we’ve all been there,” she said, pushing past her and walking into the house.

“You’ve made pretty darn good progress from where I’m standing,” she said. “But you could probably use some energy food.”

She pulled the lid off her tray and revealed a chocolate cake.

“Oh my, well, thank you!” Emily said, taking it from her.

“Honey, those of us who stay at home have the luxury to eat what we want without worrying about every calorie,” Karen said with a broad grin.

“Not me,” Emily said, walking into the kitchen with the tray as Karen followed. “I’m still trying to lose the last of the baby fat.”

“You look like it’s already lost, honey,” Karen said. “Nice ass there.”

She slapped Emily’s bottom lightly, startling the younger woman, then dropped heavily into a chair at the kitchen table.

“You look in pretty good shape for a chocolate cake eating woman,” Emily said.

Karen laughed and pulled off the sunglasses, revealing bright blue eyes.

“I’ve got a home gym you wouldn’t believe, honey,” she said. “And a trainer who comes over twice a week. You should join us! He’s due tomorrow.”

“Oh, well, I don’t know. I mean, I have my daughter.”

“Bring her along!  I home school my kids, and my oldest is seventeen. She’ll be fine! Where is the little darling anyway?

That led to twenty minutes with Melissa, and child care talk. Karen was a brash woman, but seemed quite friendly and almost too open. Emily had met her type before, but not quite to the same degree. Karen seemed outgoing to a fault, impossible to embarrass, and took everything in stride. She had no shyness about talking about anything, and didn’t seem to notice Emily’s own discomfort.

“You have to work those pubic muscles, remember,” she said, about her own pregnancy. “Having a big headed kid come down that tight little sleeve of yours stretches you out some! Oh boy was I howling! But afterwards, you need to work on your vaginal muscles so you’ll be good and tight again for your man.”

She laughed and slapped Emily on the back. “My Joe wants to put his little head in there, not his big one!”

“Uhm, yeah,” Emily said, blushing.

She hadn’t really thought about those types of exercises, but now she wondered. She was going to have to check the internet.

They wandered out back, and sat on the edge of the chaise lounges facing the pool.

“You should think about getting this place landscaped,” she said. “The Thompsons never had the time, always running around, the both of them. But you should see what I did to my back yard. The place looks like a damned paradise now.”

“Well I don’t know how much time I’ll have to spend out here for a while,” Emily said. “I have Melissa to take care of, and my work.”

“You going back to work?”

“I’ll be working from home for the next few years. I’m a communications specialist. I write corporate communications, and sometimes speeches. So I can do that from my home office. Provided Melissa cooperates.”

Karen snorted. “Children cooperate? You got a prayer, honey. Children are a royal pain in the butt, until they’re old enough to have discipline.” She nodded her head firmly. “My Joe was in the army. He knows about discipline. His kids are disciplined, and so am I for that matter.”

She slapped her firm belly, then thrust her long bare leg out. “You see any fat on that?”

“You have great legs,” Emily said. “I’m jealous.”

“You come over and start working out with me and Zoey and Darlene you’ll have the same. You got good material there, honey.”

She slid her hand onto Emily’s bare thigh and rubbed quickly up and down before sitting back.

“Discipline means setting times so you find time for things, things like exercise, and taking care of yourself. You only get one body so it better look its best.”

She stroked her own thigh, then dropped her lower leg across Emily‘s lap.. “Feel that. Go ahead. Not a hair to be found. I had laser work done.”

Emily stroked her lower leg gingerly. It was extremely soft and warm, and she felt an odd tingle as her fingers caressed the woman's bare skin. 

“Oh?” she said, drawing her hand back.

“All the way up, too. My pussy is as soft and bare as a little girl! Joe loves the feel against his tongue.”

She laughed in delight and slapped her legs as Emily blushed and smiled a little uncomfortably.

Karen pointed a finger at her. “Trust me. You’ll love yourself afterwards and wonder why you didn’t do it before. The sensations are a lot better! Had my clit pierced too. Now I can hardly keep my vibrator in batteries.”

She laughed and slapped her thigh again.

“That must have uhm, hurt.”

“Short term pain, very short term, for very long term gain, honey. Just make sure you go to someone who knows what they’re doing. Just like sex, that isn't an area you want amateurs messing around with.”