Sherry was enjoying a cup of hot coffee and reading the morning news on her phone when the sound of a truck’s gears grinding to a stop out front caught her attention. She set her coffee cup down and pulled the curtain back just enough to peek outside. A moving van had pulled up, blocking most of the curb in front of the house next door. Two men in matching shirts hopped out, stretching before heading around to unload.

“They’re here,” Sherry said excitedly, more to herself than to Josh, though her husband glanced up from behind the paper anyway.

“Mm-hmm.” He lowered the paper just far enough to peer out the window as one of the movers carried a box through the open door. “Let’s just pray they don’t blast music all night long like the Davisons did. I swear I can still hear that stupid karaoke machine every time I close my eyes.”

Sherry laughed, but her eyes stayed fixed on the commotion outside. She felt a flutter of curiosity in her chest. New neighbors meant new stories, new routines on the block, and maybe—just maybe—a chance at a new friend, too. She watched the movers work, trying to imagine who was moving in. Was it a family with kids? An elderly couple? Maybe it was another young woman her age? That would be nice, Sherry thought.

“I think I’m going to make them some cookies and invite them over for dinner,” Sherry said to herself.

“Tell me if you see a karaoke machine,” Josh grumbled from behind his paper.

Well before noon the truck had been emptied, and Sherry was busily getting ready to bake in the kitchen. Tying back her blonde hair with a ribbon, she got down to business. She sifted flour, measured sugar, and stirred them into the butter until it was soft and creamy. The house quickly filled with the warm, sweet smell of chocolate chip cookies.

When the last tray cooled, she arranged a neat pile of cookies on a plate, wrapped it in foil, and looked herself over in the hallway mirror. Her sundress was simple, pale blue with little flowers all over, revealing just enough cleavage to look cute without being trashy.

“Wish me luck,” she called toward the living room. Josh let out a supportive grunt from behind his paper. Chuckling at her husband, she opened the door and stepped outside.

Sherry walked across the yard, the plate warm in her hands, her sandals brushing through the grass. She rang the bell and waited, listening to the faint hum of a radio from somewhere inside.

“Be right there!” A muffled voice cried. Sherry grinned, practicing her greeting in her mind as she waited.

Then the door opened. As soon as it did, Sherry looked at her neighbor and promptly forgot every practiced line of introduction.

Standing before her was a woman unlike anyone she had ever seen in this neighborhood. Maybe unlike anyone she’d ever seen outside of a fashion magazine. She was tall, with skin the color of dark chocolate. Her eyes were a deep, liquid brown, framed by lashes that gave them a soft, steady intensity that made Sherry feel like the woman could see down into her very soul. Her black hair slid in a smooth curtain over her shoulders, as if not even the chaos of moving day could disturb its place. The perfume she wore was absolutely out of this world, a delightful mix of floral and citrus aromas. Even her purple blouse and white capris looked stunning, showing off her generous breasts and shapely ass. Sherry could only blink, taken completely aback by the effortless beauty before her.

“Hi,” the woman said, her voice warm and bright.

Sherry blinked, doing her best to formulate words. Realizing how ridiculous she must look, she quickly lifted the plate between them. “I’m… I’m Sherry. I live next door, and, um… I thought you could use some cookies after a busy morning.”

A smile came across the woman’s face, radiant and full. “Well, hello, Sherry,” she began. “I wondered who I’d meet first after I moved in. I’m Evelyn.” She opened the door wider, offering a seductive smile. “Won’t you come in?”

Sherry swallowed hard. She wasn’t planning on going inside. Her mission was to drop off cookies, invite the new neighbors to dinner, and get back home. But now, with this stunning woman before her, it was so tempting to step inside, just for a minute. Or for as long as Evelyn wanted.

Sherry shook her head, doing her best to clear her thoughts. “Oh, I… um, I actually have to get back. Back to my husband,” she stuttered, her face turning red as she continued to stumble over her words. “But I was thinking, did you want to have dinner with me? Er, with us, with my husband and me? We’d love to meet you. I mean, I met you just now, but he hasn’t, and I could make something for you tonight if you’d like.”

Evelyn gave a soft chuckle. “You know, I didn’t have dinner plans this evening,” she said, her smooth, melodic voice soothing Sherry’s nerves. “I’d be glad to be your guest. What time should I come over?”

Sherry took a breath, doing her best to gather up her wits. “How about six? And if you’ve got a husband or kids, bring them, too.”

“Six sounds perfect,” Evelyn said, flashing a sensual smile as her eyes briefly roamed Sherry’s body. “And it’s just me. I don’t have kids, and I prefer… girls.”

Sherry found herself nearly swooning at the way Evelyn said “girls.” As she stared at her neighbor, Sherry realized something else: she was getting aroused. Very aroused. Part of Sherry could understand why—this heavenly woman standing in the doorway was clearly the most beautiful creature she’d ever seen. Another part of her was confused. Up until this moment, she’d always considered herself straight, but something about Evelyn’s presence had her questioning if that was really true.

“Oh, that’s… nice,” Sherry finally replied, her cheeks flushed as she took a deep breath. Why was everything about this woman so captivating? “Well, I’ll see you then,” she said, thrusting out the cookies. “Here. You can take these.”

“I can’t wait,” Evelyn grinned, reaching out and taking the wrapped plate of cookies; as she did, her finger brushed up against Sherry’s, sending a wave of warmth and excitement up her arm and down her spine. “Seriously,” Sherry thought, “What’s wrong with me?” The women said goodbye to each other, and Sherry turned, stepping off her new neighbor’s porch and walking home in a daze.

As she walked home, Sherry replayed the interaction in her head, wondering what had come over her. She’d never been so flabbergasted in her life, especially not over a woman.

Then again, she’d never met a girl as captivating as Evelyn, she realized. Her new neighbor was just so stunningly beautiful, with an almost supernatural seductiveness she couldn’t deny. There was just something about her, the woman realized. Something that made her irresistible. And now she’d just invited her over to her home. Her home, with her husband, she realized.

“I’d better warn Josh,” she mumbled to herself as she stepped onto her porch. The last thing she wanted was her husband losing his mind like she nearly did and trying to run off with the next-door neighbor.

Later that evening, Sherry had three places set at the dinner table, a delicious roast in the oven, and mashed potatoes hot on the stove. Decorations were set out. Everything was perfect. Sherry found herself hoping Evelyn would like it even as Josh stepped into the dining room and arched an eyebrow.

“Wow, babe, going all out for the neighbor lady, huh? You even brought out the nice dishes.”

“Oh, you know what they say,” she smiled at her husband, “you never get a second chance at a first impression.”

“Well, she’ll definitely be impressed,” Josh smiled, eyeing his wife’s generous cleavage in the black dress she’d changed into. Reaching out, he grabbed her ass and grinned. “I know I’m impressed at what I’m seeing.”

“Oh, stop it,” she laughed. “I’m wearing this for you. Like I said earlier, this girl could stop traffic with her looks, so I’ve got to make sure you remember that you belong to me.”

“You don’t have to worry about me, babe,” he said. “I’ve only got eyes for you.”

Just then, the doorbell rang. Sherry’s heart skipped a beat. She was here.

“I’ll get it,” Josh said, stepping out of the dining room and heading toward the entry.

Sherry rushed into the kitchen, grabbing the final items for the table. A moment later, she was bringing the roast to the table when she picked up the unmistakable fragrance of Evelyn’s perfume. Her knees went weak, remembering that first moment she met her neighbor earlier in the day. She set the roast in the middle of the table, then looked up just in time to see Evelyn’s face as she stepped into the dining room.

“Well Sherry, there you are,” Evelyn purred, extending her arms out in anticipation for a hug. Sherry stepped around the table, embracing the woman. Almost immediately, the young woman felt her arousal start to climb.

Breaking off the hug took a sisyphean effort, but Sherry managed to do so, gesturing toward the table. “Sit anywhere you’d like,” she gushed, giving the woman her best smile. Evelyn took a seat, and the other two followed suit.

“So, Evelyn,” Josh said, loading up his plate. “What’s your take on the neighborhood so far?”

“I love it,” the guest smiled. “There are so many nice young couples. It seems like a perfect little community.” Evelyn’s eyes shifted, meeting Sherry’s. “I can’t wait to really get to know some of my neighbors much more closely.”

As Evelyn spoke, Sherry felt a delicate, feminine foot make contact with her calf. Sherry’s eyes went wide, and she tried not to gasp at the contact. That wasn’t Josh playing footsie with her; she instantly knew. Her eyes were fixed on Evelyn, watching her as Josh casually made small talk, unaware that his new neighbor had begun slowly tracing circles on his wife’s leg.

As dinner progressed, Sherry found herself growing more and more aroused. Evelyn’s foot never stopped toying with hers, and before the main course was finished, Sherry even slipped off her shoes so she could return the favor. She knew she shouldn’t be having these feelings. She knew she shouldn’t be so turned on. But something about Evelyn was simply irresistible.

More than once, Sherry's eyes landed on Josh, trying to decipher his feelings about the dark-skinned goddess sitting at their table. Surprisingly, Josh didn’t seem to be as captivated by Evelyn as she was. For the most part, he was making completely casual conversation, and she never even saw his eyes slip down to Evelyn’s chest, which looked so good with the low-cut top she’d chosen for the night. How was Josh not openly drooling over this woman, she wondered. How could any living person not want Evelyn?

By the end of dinner, Josh and Evelyn had done ninety percent of the talking. Josh smiled at their new neighbor, asking her if she had any plans for the coming week.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Evelyn purred. “The two of you have just been so lovely. Maybe sometime tomorrow I’ll try to get together with your wife for a little girl time. What do you think, Sherry?”

“Just say when,” Sherry blurted, almost too enthusiastically.

The three wrapped up their conversation with Josh offering to walk Evelyn to the door. Sherry had her eyes glued to Evelyn’s shapely hips and ass as she turned and followed Josh out of the dining room. Her arousal was through the roof, and she knew she needed to do something about it.

A moment later, the door could be heard opening and closing, followed by Josh plodding back into the room.

“Well, she seems nice,” Josh commented, picking up some of the dishes from the table as Sherry climbed to her feet. “But I’ll be honest, babe, you won’t have to worry about her stealing me away. Don’t get me wrong, she’s really pretty, but I didn’t think anyone could ever be prettier than you.”

“Good,” Sherry smiled, swaying her hips as she stepped up to her husband and took the plates from him, placing them back on the table. “Because I need you. Right now.”

In record time, Sherry and Josh were in bed and naked. Sherry moaned and groaned as Josh planted kisses all over her neck and shoulders. Using her hands, she guided him lower and lower, down to her breasts first, then past her torso, and finally right to her soaking wet pussy. Josh drew a long, slow lick, parting her pussy lips, eliciting a low moan as he worked.

“You weren’t kidding,” Josh said after his first pass. “You really are turned on.”

“Don’t stop,” she panted, grabbing his hair and guiding him back down between her legs. Josh obliged, lapping at her again and again, taking in her juices as his tongue travelled up and down, occasionally shifting to flick at her clit. She moaned and whimpered, begging him for more.

As Josh worked, Sherry imagined it was Evelyn between her legs. It was so naughty. So wrong. Sherry was married. She loved Josh. She shouldn’t be fantasizing about some girl she just met. Despite her fleeting mental protests, she just couldn’t shake the picture of Evelyn, her dark skin naked and pressed up against Sherry’s. Her tongue parting her folds. Her fingers running over her body. Her arousal filling the air.

It didn’t take long for Sherry to come, her body shaking and her mind picturing her new neighbor as Josh ate her out. She wondered if Evelyn could eat her out like Josh did. Would it be the same? Maybe it would be better, she realized. Sherry had never been with a girl before, but suddenly she found herself more and more curious about what it would be like.

The following morning, Sherry's mind kept drifting to Evelyn as she got ready for the day. She scolded herself, trying to clear her mind of the intrusive thoughts. Try as she might, though, visions of Evelyn followed her all morning long. In the shower, she found herself wondering what it would be like to be there with Evelyn, naked under the running water. Getting dressed, she picked out a tank top and shorts, wondering if Evelyn would like how she looked in the outfit. Even as she made herself breakfast, she remembered her neighbor’s foot playing with hers under the table. Why was she feeling this way, she wondered. Why was she so obsessed?

By the time breakfast was done, Sherry’s arousal was back in high gear. She returned her plate to the kitchen and was just about to go to her bedroom to get herself off when there was a knock at the front door. Sherry’s heart leapt. Could it be Evelyn? Doing her best not to run, Sherry walked through the house, stopping at the entry and swinging open the door. Her heart skipped a beat when, just as she hoped, Evelyn was smiling on the other side.

“Hi, Evelyn.” Sherry smiled as her cheeks burned red. Her eyes travelled up and down Evelyn’s body. Evelyn was wearing a sheer black gown, its plunging neckline showing off the woman’s breasts while the material left little to the imagination. Sherry's heart raced as she took in the sight before her.

“Hello, Sherry,” Evelyn said in a tone smoother than velvet. “May I come in?”

“Of course,” she replied, pushing the door wide open and stepping aside. Evelyn stepped through the doorway, smiling at her new neighbor. “What can I do for you?”

Evelyn gave Sherry a warm smile. “I just happened to see Josh leaving earlier this morning, and I thought I’d come see if you wanted some… company. I’m not intruding, am I?”

“No, not at all. I’m glad you’re here!” Sherry replied, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

“I thought you might be,” Evelyn purred. “I was wondering if you’d be so kind as to give me a tour of your home? I’d love to see where you live.”

Somewhere in Sherry’s mind, a small voice was crying out. This was dangerous. Sherry couldn't deny that she found this woman to be incredibly alluring. Just her presence had Sherry growing wet with excitement. Evelyn ignited something inside her, something she didn’t know had been there all along. She was so stunning. So seductive. Sherry could feel a growing desire within her. A desire to have Evelyn. A desire to be had by Evelyn. A desire to submit to her neighbor’s every whim.

She had to resist, the voice cried. She had to turn Evelyn away. She loved Josh. If she brought Evelyn deeper into her home, she was putting her marriage in jeopardy. She was risking the love of her life, and for what? A woman she hardly knew?

“Oh, well, I… I don’t know,” she finally stuttered. “It’s just, everything’s a mess, and I—”

“I don’t mind at all,” Evelyn smiled, placing her hand on Sherry’s exposed shoulder. “Really, it would mean so much to me.”

Evelyn’s touch sent a wave of pleasure through the housewife’s body. Sherry felt her resolve crumbling. It was just a tour of her home, she reassured herself. She was a responsible adult. She wouldn’t lose control. It was just a tour.

“Oh… okay, I guess. Come with me,” she said.

“I’d love to,” Evelyn smiled.

Sherry led Evelyn through the home, past the dining room, into the kitchen, through the living room and den, and down the hallway. A moment later, the women were stepping into Sherry and Josh’s bedroom. Evelyn looked all over the room, her eyes stopping on the oversized portrait hanging over the bed featuring the couple, taken on their wedding day.

“That’s such a lovely picture,” Evelyn purred, moving in close to Sherry and placing a hand on her hip. “You really are a beautiful woman, Sherry.”

Sherry shuddered at the touch, barely able to process her neighbor’s compliment. “Yeah. Beautiful,” she breathed, her eyes locking onto Evelyn’s.

“Do you know what I do when I find a beautiful woman?” Evelyn asked.

“Wh… what?”

“I make them mine. Tell me, pet, would you like to be mine?”

Sherry’s mind went into overload as her heart beat out of her chest. Her arousal was in overdrive as her eyes drifted down to Evelyn’s lips. Evelyn wanted her. She wanted Sherry to be hers. Just the thought made her weak in the knees. Before her thoughts could fully form, Sherry found her eyes fluttering shut as her lips moved closer and closer to Evelyn’s. Closer to the lips of her sexy neighbor. Closer to the lips of the woman she wanted so badly.

Sherry had never kissed a woman before. If you’d have asked her two days ago, she would have said the idea had never occurred to her. Her interest had always been in men, and up until Evelyn opened her front door the day earlier, she'd never so much as looked at another woman with a hint of sexual interest. But now, as their lips met at the foot of the bed she shared with her husband, Sherry’s entire world was turned upside-down as a part of her was awakened that she’d never known to exist.

As Sherry felt a woman’s soft lips pressing against hers for the very first time, everything suddenly made sense. Sherry understood why some women were lesbians. She understood why some women wouldn’t go near men. It was because of this. This was a perfect, sensual, delicate touch that she’d never experienced in her life. A perfect touch that she could only receive from a woman. A perfect touch that she could only receive from Evelyn.

Her breath hitched. Her heart skipped a beat. Slowly, her body shifted, her arms embracing the dark-skinned beauty as their kiss lingered on. Sherry moved closer, her lips parting as her tongue moved to meet the other woman’s. Evelyn responded in kind, and almost immediately, the kiss turned from delicate to sexual. Their tongues danced, their hands explored, and their bodies throbbed with desire. Sherry whimpered, her thoughts lost in a sea of lust.

Without a word, Evelyn’s fingers moved to the hem of Sherry’s tank top, tugging it upward. Sherry shifted, allowing the woman to slip the garment upward. Their kiss broke just long enough for the garment to land on the floor beside them before resuming with vigor. Sherry located the zipper on Evelyn’s gown, lowering it and slipping it off the woman’s shoulders. Piece by piece, the women took turns undressing one another, their passion growing with every second.

In the blink of an eye, Sherry was naked, lying in bed with Evelyn on top of her. Her mind flashed back to the night before, when she and Josh were in almost that very spot, in almost that very position. Sherry knew she should feel guilty. She knew she should hate herself for cheating on her husband. But as Evelyn trailed kisses down her body, those thoughts were lost to the desire she was feeling, a desire to give herself to this sexy, sensual woman.

Sherry gasped as she felt Evelyn’s tongue parting her folds. With a long, slow, deliberate motion, Evelyn ran her tongue all the way up the woman’s slit, not stopping until she passed over her clit, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through Sherry’s body. Again and again the woman went, lapping at Sherry’s cunt, setting her body alight with pleasure.

Then Evelyn shifted her focus, her tongue working exclusively on Sherry’s clit as two of her fingers slipped inside the woman, pumping into her pussy with expert precision. Sherry groaned out, throwing her head back in ecstasy. In no time at all, the scent of Sherry’s arousal filled the room as she moaned and whimpered.

“Oh, fuck,” Sherry cried. “Yes, Evelyn, that’s so good,” she gasped, breathing heavily as her fingers toyed with her nipples.

Evelyn continued working, attacking Sherry’s clit with her tongue while her fingers pumped faster and faster into her sopping wetness. As she thrashed under her lover’s ministrations, the woman begged her for more. Her orgasm was close; Sherry could feel it. She moaned and groaned, her hands now mauling her tits. Her body was lighting up, coming to life, and being driven wild by Evelyn in a way it never had before. In her three years with Josh, she’d never felt anything close to this.

Then, like a freight train crashing through a brick wall, her orgasm struck. Sherry screamed out in pleasure, her cries echoing throughout the home.

“Oh, yes!” Sherry screamed, “Fuck, yes! Evelyn! Oh, fuck! I’m coming!”

Sherry bucked her hips against Evelyn’s face, riding out a pleasure that she’d never felt in all her years. Evelyn lapped up the woman’s juices as her pussy gushed in delight. Sherry’s brain turned to mush. She didn’t care that she was cheating on Josh. She didn’t care that she’d only met Evelyn the day before. All Sherry could process was the rush of endorphins coursing through her, bringing her wave after wave of a pleasure that she’d never known could even exist.

By the time Sherry had come down from her orgasm, Evelyn had crawled back alongside her, wrapping her arms around the woman and pressing their lips together. Sherry eagerly accepted the kiss, savoring the taste of her juices on the other woman’s tongue. Sherry knew she shouldn’t be doing this. She was married, lying in her marriage bed with a woman she barely knew. But she couldn’t bring herself to say no to Evelyn. There was just something about her. Her chocolate skin. Her dark eyes. She was perfect, and all that mattered was giving Evelyn whatever she wanted.

“I’m glad you enjoyed that,” Evelyn purred after their kiss. “And that’s only the beginning, if you’d be mine. Do you want that, Sherry? Do you want to belong to me?”

Sherry nodded dreamily. More than anything, that was what the woman wanted. She belonged to Evelyn. Just the thought sent jolts of pleasure up her spine. She pictured being there for Evelyn, doing whatever was asked of her. It was perfect beyond her wildest dreams.

“That’s my good pet. Now, I have some rules for you, but we can get to those later. For now, why don’t you climb down between my legs and get me off? But first, kiss me again,” Evelyn purred gently.

Sherry’s lips met her neighbor’s once more, their tongues dancing as their naked bodies pressed together. She could still taste herself on Evelyn’s lips, the flavor of her orgasm intoxicating. She wanted more. She wanted to taste Evelyn, to savor her juices. She might be married, but above all else, she was Evelyn’s.