The Neighbor #3 (The Neighbor #3) by Claire Adams Read Free Book Online Page A

Ryder. I will see you in class later
this morning. I wish I had something exciting to say but I’m half asleep,” I
mumbled.
    “I’m on my way to campus. I went online and I
have options for putt-putt this afternoon,” Ryder said in a voice that was far
too jovial for 7AM.
    “I want to be pink.”
    “Color choice is easy, Walsh. We have to
choose a course and each one has its own theme. The one off the highway has the
Seven Wonders of the World. I hear the hole featuring the Pyramids is crazy
impossible. There is the African Safari course close to campus that has a
petting zoo attached. They also have a pop music miniature golf place. I don’t
know about you, but I don’t want to go into Justin Bieber’s hole. The options
are vast,” Ryder said.
    I laughed. “Wow. You have really done your
research. If they cover the Seven Wonders of the World, then what do they do
with the other holes?”
    “You are the history student.”
    “I am a little behind in history, Ryder, and
all I learn from your class is the history of sex.”
    “That would make a cool miniature golf course.
I wonder what they would say if I proposed it on Shark Tank. I could franchise
the thing. I could set up all kinds of holes both male and female. Of course, I
would include one that looks like a mouth. With you as my model, I could craft
a spectacular mouth.”
    We both laughed. “Well, if dating a student
won’t get you fired, that idea will do the trick.”
    His voice changed. “You don’t seem as
enthusiastic as I am about our golf adventure. Is there something up?”
    “It’s still early, Ryder, and I’m still in my
jammies. It takes me a while to get used to the day,” I said.
    “Jammies? I can’t wait to wake up next to you again. We can linger in bed all
day but you must know one thing…”
    “Yes?”
    “I have a strict no jammies policy in my
bedroom.”
    “What if it’s cold?”
    “I’ll keep you warm, and I still owe you a new
pair of panties. And again, I’m sorry about destroying the last ones.”
    “Don’t be sorry. You can take me shopping.”
    “Will you model them for me?”
    Now I was starting to feel awake. “Would love to.”
    “That’s what I like to hear. Anyway, I‘m
driving down the highway and I’m hard as a rock. I miss your warm pussy. I
almost tore your clothes off on the beach the other day. Can you talk me
through this little problem? I can’t teach a class like this.”
    “Ryder, you aren’t getting phone sex when I am
still waiting for the real thing.” I hung up the phone. I laughed as I imagined
Ryder driving down I-26 with a hard-on.
    ****
    My first class was human sexuality with Ryder,
which necessitated a shower. I had become accustomed to smelling like my
mother’s bathroom. I picked out some peach scented shampoo and vanilla body
wash. I would smell like a candy factory, but it was better than nothing. As I
tuned on the warm water, I heard a familiar voice.
    “Hey, Jenna. It’s Eric and I’m here without Diane. She
sent me in with no shampoo. Any chance you have some I can borrow?”
    Bizarre, I thought. Even more bizarre that I
came to think of hairy armed Eric as my shower buddy. It was a girl’s bathroom
after all.
    “Yeah, no problem. I have some Orchard Peach Desire. It works,
and if you like peaches you will love it,” I said as I passed the bottle under
the divider.
    “Thanks, Jenna. Do chicks dig this scented
shit?” Eric asked.
    “Some do. I have some vanilla body wash as
well. You can rub this on Diane. She may be into it.”
    “I will give it a try. Um—her skin down there
is sensitive. She is always getting some sort of infection. Do you know if this
stuff is gentle?”
    Awkward.
    “I can’t say for sure. I have not used it
internally, if that is what you’re talking about. FYI—they make oils and
lotions especially for that area.”
    “Any ones in particular that you recommend?” Eric asked.
    “I will have to get back to you on that