xxx stories: Frank & Elyse – Chapter 3
by Burnt Redstone
Three weeks after he’d stepped out of his lawyer’s office Frank stood watching a delivery truck pull away from his new home in Carmel-by-the-Sea, California, a beautiful small community of artists and writers. And the occasional nosy neighbor.
Walking down the sidewalk towards him came one such neighbor. She lived two doors up the street from his place. He’d only been in his new home for about a week but already he’d had three visits from Beverly Stoddart. Her husband Rick had been driving them by on their way home the first time. She’d made him stop and she got out to say hello. Rick had simply waved at him from the car, drove into his driveway and went inside. The anti-social Stoddart. Beverly made up for her husband by being overly social.
“Good morning Beverly!” he said smiling to the petite brunette. She had to be in her fifties but she seemed to take care of herself. She couldn’t have been more than 5′ 1″ and he’d almost mistaken her for a child when he’d first seen her due to her size. Her husband Rick looked his age and then some. Earlier in the week Frank had spotted him standing on his deck enjoying a cigar and the foul stench had drifted downhill to Frank’s deck driving him inside.
“It’s a lovely morning indeed Frank! What did you get?” she asked peering at the large, plain cardboard boxes. Then she spotted the mattress in its plastic bag. “A new bed? Didn’t you bring any furniture with you?”
“Yes, a new bed. I only brought my clothes and a few boxes of personal items. No furniture. That stuff sold with the house. Neither of us wanted any reminders,” he said unconsciously crossing his arms.
Beverly had already drawn out of him that he was recently divorced, he was from New York City, and he was retired. He was doing his best to keep her curiosity at bay for anything juicier.
“You poor dear!” Beverly said as she patted his forearm. Then she left her hand resting on his arm.
That was something else about Beverly. She was a toucher. It made him a little uncomfortable that she seemed to need to touch him when she talked with him. He did his best to ignore it.
“I’ll get stuff as I need it. I won’t mind living in a minimalist way for a while. It’s actually refreshing without all the clutter. The bed though, that I needed.”
“Do you need any help getting all this inside? Why didn’t the delivery people do it?” Beverly said looking at the boxes and obviously itching to get inside his home.
“No, that’s alright. I asked them to leave it here. I want to do this myself and I’d better get to it!” he said as he gently pulled away from her grip with a smile.
She had a little frown on her face but she quickly covered it up with a smile.
A moving van turned onto their street and made its way up the hill. Beverly and Frank both paused to look as the truck came to a stop across the street from his place.
“Oh! Our other new neighbor is arriving! How exciting! Having two homes right across from each other sold within days of each other! It’s so nice to have new faces in the neighborhood!” Beverly gushed.
The truck shut off its engine but no one got out as the owner hadn’t arrived yet. Frank turned to the task of moving the bed parts inside. He had an assembly job to do.
Beverly remained outside, saying she was keeping an eye on the boxes but really she was just waiting to see the new neighbor.
The day was warmer than usual and Frank was getting overheated from lifting all the awkward boxes (it really was a two person job) so he went to his bedroom and switched his shirt to a sleeveless tank top. He went back outside to get the mattress. Not surprisingly Beverly was talking with the delivery men.
Just then a sporty little silver car pulled around the corner and came up the street to park in the driveway across from his. Curiosity got the better of him so he stopped to see who his new neighbor was.
The door opened and long slim legs unfolded themselves out onto the driveway. Next he saw the blond hair then she was standing next to the car looking back at him.
For just a second Frank swore it was Stephanie standing across the street scowling back at him. Shocked, it felt like a slap and he staggered back a step. His ankle caught on the mattress he was holding up and he lost his balance, falling backwards. Luckily he fell onto the mattress which went down with a loud thump.
Frank could hear the delivery men laughing and his face burned with embarrassment. Lifting his head he scowled at them but that just made them laugh harder. He was still a little unnerved by the woman’s resemblance to his ex so he struggled to his feet and carried the mattress inside. He shut the door behind him. He had an assembly job to do.
xxx stories: Frank & Elyse – Chapter 4
by Burnt Redstone
The drive to Carmel had been truly lovely. Once she’d escaped the hellish traffic of LA that is. Elyse managed to calm down once she’d gotten to the relatively empty roads north of the sprawling city. She’d actually made up most of the lost time during the long drive up the coast. And no tickets!
She’d just visited the realtor’s office and had her keys. As she drove through the quaint neighborhoods towards her new home she felt a thrill run through her body. She was home! Here was her new start!
Of course she was still feeling a little sting of disappointment from not getting the house she’d fallen in love with. Some jerk had swooped in at the last minute with a bid she couldn’t match and bought her dream home out from under her. The house across the street was almost as nice and she got a better deal on it as its lot was smaller. She put the extra money she saved on the house towards her new car. She loved the sporty little beast!
Now that she was smiling again she turned onto her street and saw the moving truck had arrived and was waiting. As was a small grey-brown haired woman standing next to the truck and a dark haired man standing in front of the house that should have been hers! Her frustration resurfaced. Was he the jerk who stole her house?
Elyse pulled into her driveway and shut off the car. She took a deep breath and stepped out.
The first thing she noticed was that the man had broad shoulders and really nice arms. Then she saw he was looking at her with the strangest expression. It certainly wasn’t a smile. What was that for?
She stifled a snort as he fell backwards onto a mattress he was carrying then hid her smile behind her hand as he stood stiffly and carried the awkward load inside. He didn’t return.
“Hello! Are you the new home owner? I’m your neighbor from up the street. Beverly Stoddart,” the brunette chirped happily with her hand out.
Elyse shook the hand and smiled at the woman. “Elyse…” As she said her name she realized she no longer wanted Michael’s last name. She’d go back to her maiden name. “Elyse Williams.”
One of the movers walked over with a clipboard. “Williams? It says here we’re delivering for an Elyse Cabrella.”
Elyse frowned. “Yes, that’s me. I’m having my name changed back to my maiden name but for now it’s Cabrella.”
“Oh! Your neighbor across the road, Frank Dunn, he’s recently divorced as well!” Beverly volunteered with a smile.
Elyse noticed Beverly still hadn’t released her hand so she smiled and pulled it away.
“Can we get started?” the mover asked.
“It was nice meeting you Beverly! I’d better help these men get to it. I’ll talk to you later?” Elyse asked.
“Guaranteed!” Beverly grinned as she walked back towards her own home.
Elyse moved her car into the garage to free up the space for the moving van then walked to her front door and opened it. She walked inside and smiled to herself. It really was a nice home. She stood by the front window as the movers maneuvered the big van a little closer. Just beyond the truck was the home she should have been moving into.
No! She couldn’t allow herself to think that way or she wouldn’t enjoy her new home as she should.
The first boxes were coming in so she moved to direct them to the proper rooms. There was so much to do!