I had been living in my condo complex for five years after my divorce when the unit above me and to the right was sold. Each building had ten units with four on each side, and two single one-story units at each end. It was always a bit worrisome when you have someone new moving in. I felt comfortable since the condo sold for $375,000 for a two-bed and two-bath condo, it was not like we were going to have riff-raff for neighbors. Our complex was probably the nicest in town, fully gated, with a single car garage for each condo, and featured two swimming pools.
My neighbor downstairs, Kathy, was a bit concerned as the last owner had been there a dozen years and she never heard a peep from the older couple. She heard a young woman bought the unit and was worried about possible noise. Finally, one July Saturday morning, a moving truck pulled up to our building, and a handful of young Hispanic men appeared, along with two young women.
About twenty minutes later Kathy texted me, “Let’s go meet the new neighbor. Meet me outside.” I slowly went outside with my coffee wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt since I had yet to shower or shave for the day.
Almost instantly I heard, “Hi neighbor!” I looked towards the U-Haul and saw a tall, beautiful, young Hispanic woman who was waving.
I took a few steps towards the truck and introduced myself, “Hi, I’m Grant.”
Just then Kathy stepped out her door, “And I’m Kathy. What’s your name?
This young woman was easily five-ten, with a thin athletic build, average boobs, a cute face, and long black hair. Every man would notice her in public. “I’m Vanessa, nice to meet you two.”
The three of us traded a few pleasantries when more people arrived to help the group move everything up the stairs and into the condo. Vanessa told us that she bought the condo and that her cousin Jessica would be living with her.
Kathy told Vanessa, “Stop by later this afternoon if you want a glass of wine and we can get to know you.”
As I was about to go back to my unit, I noticed two women, about my age, walking toward the truck. “Vanessa, where should we start?” said one woman.
“Anywhere Mamacita. It all needs to go upstairs,” Vanessa replied.
Seeing an in, I walked out to the truck and introduced myself, “Hi Mom. I’m the neighbor, Grant.”
The mother is of average height and just as striking as her thirty-one-year-old daughter. “Hello Grant, I’m Julissa. And this is my cousin Joelle.”
Joelle turned and I got my first look. She was very attractive too. Both women were dressed casually in workout gear to help move the two girls into the condo. I later found out that the young men were a combination of Vanessa’s two brothers and three of Jessica’s brothers.
The family lines were a little blurry, but Kathy kept asking questions. We learned that Joelle is Jessica’s mother, so Vanessa and Jessica are really second cousins. Both sets of ladies said they are all more like sisters.
I went back inside and was doing my usual Saturday morning routine of laundry, cleaning my bachelor pad, and paying bills. Later in the day, Kathy texted, “Want to barbeque tonight? I’ve invited the new girls and their mothers. Happy Hour at five.”
Knowing Kathy, I simply called her, and we hammered out the plan for a simple barbeque. Kathy is a para-legal, a forty-five-year-old divorcee, super nice, but a bit on the chubby and unattractive side. I told her I’d run to the grocery store and get stuff to make burgers, a couple of bags of chips, and all the fixings. She said she’d take care of the wine and make margaritas for the ladies.
Knowing the ladies had a busy day setting up the condo and were still in their casual clothes I kept my attire in line. I wore simple black gym shorts with a college tee. Even at age fifty-five I still looked pretty damn good at six-two, two-hundred-twenty pounds, longer than average brown hair, and dark brown eyes.
Prior to five o’clock, I set up two folding tables and six chairs on my front patio. I prepped my grill, as well as all the food items for the burgers. One table would be our buffet and the other we would sit around. I loved to entertain, one thing that I learned to enjoy from my ex-wife.
I soon heard some noise out on the patio area between Kathy and my units. The girls had come downstairs and were talking with Kathy in her doorway. Soon we all had drinks in hand and were sitting around the table. We heard about them getting settled in, putting stuff in cabinets, hanging pictures, and more about them personally.
Vanessa was a schoolteacher, like me, and Jessica was a hairstylist. Julissa said she worked as an executive admin assistant for one of the big high-tech companies and Joelle had just started a new career in real estate.
Dinner went fine as we all got to know each other a bit more and the mom’s were sharing funny stories about their daughters. I was trying to hold back on my flirting, but Julissa was just so cute, and we seemed to vibe. The young girls’ phones were blowing up with text messages, so I wasn’t surprised to hear that they had made plans with friends to go out downtown later. I was a bit shocked when they invited Kathy, however.
“Grant, what are you going to do tonight,” asked Joelle.
“Well, after I clean up and put the tables and chairs away, I plan on hitting the jacuzzi by the pool,” I said. “I use the jacuzzi three or four nights a week in the evening.”
“Oh, that sounds so nice,” replied Julissa.
“You two are more than welcome to join me,” I said while I winked at Julissa.
Before I knew it the mothers said they’d help me clean up and were asking their daughters if they could borrow a couple of bikinis. Both sets of mothers and daughters had similar body types. Julissa and Vanessa were thin with average breasts while Joelle and Jessica were a bit thick with big full boobs.
As Julissa and Joelle helped me clean up the patio, we took the stuff into my condo. “Wow, you really have a nice place, Grant,” said Joelle looking around my living room and dining area. “Who helped you decorate?”
I shook my head and laughed, “Just me. Are you surprised a divorced guy in his fifties has such nice furniture and good taste?”
Laughing, “Jo, you really stuck your foot in your mouth with that one,” said Julissa.
“It’s no big deal,” I said. “I’ve heard that comment a few times when guests come over. Kathy said the same thing. As did my Ex and my sister.”
The ladies helped me wash a few of the serving plates and load the dishwasher. I have to say, it was nice to have two cute ladies assist me in the kitchen. When we finished, I asked, “How long do you two need to get ready?”
“Just a few minutes,” said Julissa.
Ten minutes later we were poolside and stepping into the jacuzzi pool. There was another couple in the spa, a couple I see all the time at the pool. As if planned, Julissa and Joelle sat on each side of me. And rather close I thought.
John, the husband, asked, “Grant, are these two beautiful women your new neighbors? We saw the moving truck this morning.”
“He wishes,” said Julissa sarcastically. “No, we’re the mothers. My daughter bought the place, and her daughter is living with her.”
“I’m Cindy and this is my husband John,” said the busty blonde. “I’m guessing Grant is being a good neighbor to get you two into the spa on night one.”
“A perfect gentleman,” said Julissa. “And he barbecued burgers for everyone tonight.”
After some general chit-chat, John and Cindy exited the spa and said their goodbyes. I took their exit as an opportunity to move into the center of the spa and do a few arm and leg exercises. When done I went right back and sat between the ladies.
As we chatted more, I noticed Julissa was starting to play footsies with me. At first, I wasn’t sure if it was just innocent contact, but when she ran her foot up my leg, past my knee, I knew she was flirting.
