Hot Young Neighbor

Mike Dailey has a new neighbor.
A hot young babe named Whitney Spencer.
Whitney is trouble. She knows what she wants and will do anything to get it.
When Mike meets Whitney it is lust at first sight. Mike finds himself on a wild and wacky adventure of babes, boats, money, and a crazy contest he will never forget.

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I sat down at the stone table in my backyard. I handed a bottle of beer across the table to Ed Spencer. Ed was my new neighbor. He was a middle-aged guy with white hair and a friendly smile. He looked like a chubby nerd all grown up. He was wearing khakis and a polo shirt with vertical blue and white stripes.
“Beautiful day,” Ed said.
I nodded and sipped my beer. He was right, it was in the high-eighties, not too humid, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Another beautiful day in the suburbs of Deerfield.
“What do you do for a living, Ed?”
Ed sat his beer on the stone table. “I’m kind of a financial whiz, how about you?”
“Writer,” I said. “And I got lucky and made a good bit of cash last year the old fashioned way.”
“How’s that?”
“Inherited it.”
Ed burst out laughing. “I think I’m going to like you as a neighbor, Mike Dailey.”
“You too,” I said.
Ed started ringing. He pulled a cell phone out of his pants pocket and answered it. “Hi, sweetie.”
It must’ve been his wife. I hadn’t met her.
“Oh, sweetie…that’s terrible…I feel so bad for you…no, no I’m not…I’m at the neighbor’s house…no, you know what, hold on a sec.”
Ed covered the phone with his left hand. “Mike, would it be a problem if my daughter swung by. I’d love for you to meet her, she’s a super sweet girl.”
I wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of kids coming over, but I wanted to be a good neighbor. “Sure, Ed. Sounds fine.”
Ed uncovered the phone and put it back to his ear. “He says that’s fine, sweetie. Come on by…okay, love you. Bye.”
Ed put the phone back in his pocket. “My daughter, Whitney.” He smiled and pointed at the phone in his pocket. “Seems her plans got canceled at the last minute. She’s great, you’ll just love her.”
“I’m sure I will,” I said.
“She’s eighteen, taking a year off, calls it a gap year or something. She’ll be starting college next fall. Poor kid has no idea what she wants to do. I told her to go into finance like her old man. She looked at me like she’d just bit into a rotten apple full of worms.”
I wanted to say she sounded like a brat so I just smiled at Ed.
“Daughters,” Ed said. “They can be a handful.”
“I bet,” I was almost done with my beer, ready to get this meet and greet over with.
“But like I said, you’ll love her.”
I leaned back in my chair and looked out over the pool. I planned on swimming today. That wasn’t going to happen. It was getting late. After Ed and his daughter leave I might have another beer and crash in front of the television. I had been working hard on a big project this morning. When I had a deadline I needed to meet I got up early and finished my work before lunch.
A car door slammed outside the fence.
“That must be her,” Ed slid out of his chair and jogged to the fence. He opened the gate and waved both hands over his head like a doofus. “Whitney, over here.”
I stood up and walked over to the gate. Based on Ed’s looks I expected a dumpy girl with a round face.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Whitney Spencer was a knockout. Blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs. She wore a blue tank top that showed off a pair of young, firm tits and a toned tummy. The tiny white shorts accented her tan thighs and hinted at a tight, round booty. Her smile lit up her beautiful face and she walked up to Ed and hugged him. She looked over his shoulder at me and winked.
My cock noticed. I started to stiffen in my shorts. I took a deep breath through my nose. Had to control myself.
“Whitney,” Ed said. “This is the man I was talking about, this is Mike Dailey, our new neighbor.”
“Hi, Mr. Dailey.”
Whitney’s voice was syrupy sweet.
“Hello, Whitney,” I said. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”