The College Girl Next Door Ch. 03: Dinner

I kept trying to focus on yet another online meeting. The day had been filled with them, luckily this was the last one. Half of the meetings could have just been emails. The current one was especially egregious. Two guys were arguing about definitions, while the other three of us just sat there, waiting for the chairman to intervene. I sent a pm to one of my colleagues that also had the misfortune to be a participant in the meeting. A GIF of Hermione saying “It’s Leviosah not Leviosaaa”. The little things you do to keep yourself awake…

My phone buzzed. A quick look at my screen showed that my colleagues were still bickering about definitions. I turned my phone over. A message from Emily.

– Hey Neighbour, wanna come over tonight and cook for us?

– If I’m the guest, shouldn’t you be cooking for me?

– I would, but you’ve been bragging so much about your bolognese we want to taste it.

– We?

– Yeah, Hailey and I are home alone. We could use some company.

– Sure, why not. I’ll grab some groceries after work and I’ll be there around six.

I moved my attention back to my laptop. Still the same colleagues arguing about points and commas. I minimised the screen and went on with answering some emails. As soon as the meeting was over I would be out of here.

Emily had been sending me messages more often. Most of them were a lot less risque than the first few that she sent me, but our chats were still kind of flirty. Or maybe that was just my mind finding hope and innuendo where there was none. This week was my girlfriend Eva’s last week away. My stomach folded into knots when I thought about what could happen when she was back home. Luckily normally we didn’t have much contact with our backyard neighbours, so keeping Eva and the girls separated probably wouldn’t be that much of a problem. As soon as Eva was back, I would cut all contact with Emily and Hailey, and that was that. A small voice in the back of my mind said: “Sure, until the next time Eva is gone for a few days…” Even though I was convinced of the opposite, I knew the voice was probably right.

I was a little late in recognising that this was the end of the meeting. A little later than the rest I switched my camera and microphone back on and waved bye to my colleagues. A quick look in the mirror showed that I still looked presentable enough. I made it a rule that even when I worked from home, I would get dressed like I went to the office. Nice trousers, a buttoned shirt, hair combed. After fifteen minutes of grocery shopping I was ready a little bit before six o’ clock.I hopped over the fence separating our backyards and made my way to the backdoor. I knocked on the back door. “Emily? Hailey?”

The tanned brunette appeared at the top of the stairs. It looked like she just got home from the gym. She was wearing some tight fitting dark blue yoga pants and a pink top. “Hey Sam, come on up. We were just cleaning up the kitchen a bit. Trying to make ourselves at least a little presentable.”

“Was it that bad?” I said as I climbed the stairs.

“Well…”

“Okay, never mind. Students and cleaning. I remember the struggle.” I winked at her to make sure that she understood that I meant it as a joke. She shrugged and gave me a half-smirk.

Emily was waiting in the kitchen with a cleaning rag in her hand. “Hi Sam, thanks for keeping us company. Want a beer?” She walked to the fridge.

“I’ve actually brought wine. Well, it’s for the sauce, but there’ll probably be enough left.”

“Okay, so wine for dinner, beer for cooking.” She said, she smiled as she handed Hailey and me open beers.

“You two can entertain each other for a little while, right? I’m going to take a quick shower, I need to freshen up,” the brunette said.

“Oh, I’m sure I can entertain Sam,” Emily answered with a cheeky grin, “You go ahead. But be quick, I also want to take a shower before we’re having dinner.”

“What about me, no showers for me?” I asked with some feigned indignity.

“Nope, we need you to provide food for us.” Emily answered, “But don’t worry, I’ll help you.”

I guess that was the sign for the brunette to leave and freshen up. As she left I couldn’t prevent myself from sneaking a peek at her ass in her form-fitting yoga pants. Whoever had decided that yoga pants should be the standard gym equipment for women should be praised as some kind of saint. In the gym I always did my best not to openly stare. Here though I allowed my gaze to linger a little bit.

A small hit on my upper arm brought me back to the here and now.

“Perv,” Emily said with a smile, “creeping on innocent college girls.”

“Jealous?”

“Of her butt? Always”

“You know the yoga pants are skewing your perception?”

“Yeah but still, you have to agree she has a great butt. Actually did you know…” the blonde leaned in conspiratorial, “she kept wearing her gym clothes until you were here? I guess she wanted to show off.”

“And show off she did,” I answered with a smile.

Emily just smiled at me and shook her head, “You’re all the same…”

I hefted the bag with groceries onto the counter and started rummaging in the cupboard for all the utensils I needed. A pan, chopping board, knives. As Emily saw me open random cupboards and drawers she immediately joined me and asked me what I needed. With all tools located we quickly started preparing the meal, moving around each other in the narrow kitchen. If I hadn’t known any better I could have interpreted Emily’s moves as innocent touches because of the cramped space. But it felt like she did her best to make sure that whenever there was an opportunity she would let her boobs graze my arms or back, let her hands touch my chest or my legs and in general took every opportunity to get as close as possible to me. After one egregious example where she wasn’t even subtle in trying to push her jeans-clad butt into my crotch I guess I made a sound because she looked up at me and said “What?”. I swear she did her best to look as naughtily innocent as possible. Looking up at me and blinking her big eyes, fanning her eyelashes, even her mouth had an innocent pout.

“You know what you’re doing,” I answered.

“And what am I doing Mister Chef?”, she asked, now even putting her pinky finger in the corner of her pouting mouth.

There was only one thing I could do. Well, maybe two, I could keep acting oblivious, waiting to see how far the blonde college girl would escalate. Or I could do what I did.

I grabbed both her hands in one of my hands and pinned them above her head to one of the cupboards. I saw a sharp intake of breath push out her breasts as she inhaled in anticipation. She looked up at me, her lips slightly parted. As I stepped closer she turned her head upwards to kiss me. I moved closer to her, waiting until the last moment to avoid her lips and bite her lightly on her nose.

“You’re being naughty and trying to get my attention. And you know what happens to girls who are naughty.”

“Oh? What happens to naughty girls?” she purred.

“They get ignored.” I said as I moved my attention back to the onions that were waiting on the chopping board.

A small scowl on her face as she turned around to help me cook. As soon as her back was turned to me I took the opportunity to slap her ass. With a squeal that was equal parts hurt surprise and happy excitement she hopped away. The rest of cooking went by without much incident. Whenever Emily was in the way I would grab her sides to manhandle her out of the way, or slap her ass. I kind of suspected that she tried to find ways to get in the way. Not that I really minded touching her soft sides or slapping her nice round ass.

As we were finishing up with cooking I heard Emily exclaim. “Ooooh good idea! Sam, I’m getting changed too, you don’t mind finishing the food, do you?”

My back was turned as I was stirring the sauce, so I just made a sound of agreement and continued cooking. The bolognese was almost finished. Then I heard Hailey ask, “Hey Sam, can you hand me the lighter? I want to light some candles to make this look like a real fancy meal.” I chuckled, this was just the same bolognese that I had been making since my own days as a college student. I’d tried my best perfecting it, but I would never call it a fancy meal. As I turned to hand the brunette a lighter I had to do a double take. I’d assumed she would just have dressed in some jeans and a shirt, maybe a skirt instead of the jeans if she was feeling fancy. What was standing in front of me instead was a brunette beauty dressed in a glamorous green dress. The dress showed off her cleavage and stopped just above her knees. I swallowed, the only thing I could say was “Wow.” She looked beautiful in the dress.

Hailey smirked and held out her hand. I stared at it uncomprehending, then I remembered that I held the lighter.

“I guess you like what you see,” she said with a wink. Even though I should be keeping my attention on the food, my eyes followed Hailey around the room. She bowed over as she was standing on the opposite side of the table to light a candle, giving me a perfect view into her cleavage. She must be doing it on purpose. Really these girls kept doing their best to get a rise out of me. I couldn’t say it wasn’t working. Already my conviction to just have dinner together was wavering. But I still was planning to just have a nice meal and say goodnight to the girls. As Hailey was walking around preparing the dinner table and making small talk I moved my attention back to the food. The sauce was almost ready, the spaghetti was al-dente and the only thing still missing was Emily.

As I was straining the spaghetti I heard the kitchen door open for Emily. When I had time to turn around I was almost speechless. The blonde hadn’t chosen a gala dress, but instead opted for what could only be called a little black dress. She had black strappy heels on her feet. Her legs bare until halfway up her thighs. There a black dress with a split to her side formed itself to the shape of the fit blonde. The strapless dress kept her shoulders bare. Emily even had taken the time to do something fancy with her hair, which was now spilling over her shoulders. She twirled around. “Approved?”