My Handsome Neighbor And I

Chapter 3

Vivian Melvin

"Good morning," I said as I turned back to stare at our handsome new neighbor, and I saw he was wearing only his white shorts while his chiseled yellow chest was bare.

I saw Mom's eyes burning angrily at him as his bare, hairy yellow chest was opened to our view, and Mom stood beside her car, but she didn't respond to him.

"Good morning," he replied to me inside, while I gulped and immediately went to pull the gate open.

Mom already said that she was late to work, and I knew that she wanted to complain about seeing our neighbor in only white shorts, as he looked so breathtakingly handsome, but mom gulped all she wanted to say and got into her car as she was already late.

Our handsome yellow neighbor actually stepped out of the house with a bucket in his hand, and I saw that he had some clothes with him to wash.

I waited for Mom to drive out first, and I carefully shut the gate closed and locked it back from within.

I walked up to the house, and our handsome neighbor stopped me as he asked me, "Hello, excuse me, where can I buy some provisions around here?."

I gulped as I stared from his hairy chest and up to his face, as he was definitely taller than me and my head was only reaching his shoulder.

"Hello, what are you staring at?" He asked me, and I moved a step backwards as words refused to come out of my mouth.

"I don't know, but if you go out, you can see some provision store to purchase whatever you want," I said, as I immediately stared away from him and hurried my steps away to the staircase.

I stared backwards as I got to the staircase leading upstairs, and I saw him still standing and staring at me, but not with a look of admiration, as his eyes bore holes of anger at me.

I remembered mom's warning for me to stay away from our new neighbor, and I quickly went back upstairs to our apartment to get all the clothes that I wanted to wash and to dry as our washing machine was faulty.

As I stepped out and set my clothes to wash them, I saw Chris had already worn a white shirt on his white shorts, and I immediately stared away from him as I set my bucket out to wash my clothes.

Chris left the house, and I walked to the tap to switch on the tap water and wash the few clothes that I had worn the previous day and the day before, as well as my mom's clothes too, as I didn't have many clothes to wash.

I filled the blue bucket to half its length, and I carried it to the place I normally sit to wash my clothes.

As we had new neighbors, I had to maintain my distance from them, and that involves me washing my clothes in a new space in our compound.

I wanted to be fast before the sun would be out and burning to the sky, and so I quickly soaked all the dirty clothes into the blue bucket and started washing them.

Chris returned, and he stared at me. I also stared at him, but he didn't say a word as he took the polythene bag into his apartment. Later, he stepped out with a detergent sachet, and he walked up to the bucket of clothes that he had soaked to add his own detergent to it.

I was mostly fond of singing while washing, and so I started singing as I washed the small clothes in the bucket.

Just then, we heard a knock on our gate, and I wondered who was knocking, as I probably thought Chris and his wife were inside.

As I stared at the gate and wanted to rinse my hands, I walked up to it and pulled it open. Just then, the gate pushed open, and Becky walked in dressed in a light green short gown, as her thighs were revealing.

"Hi babe!" Becky exclaimed as she rushed up to meet Chris, and Chris had to pause the cloth in the bucket that he was washing. As Becky rushed up to meet him, she hugged him and kissed his lips, while I immediately stared away from them as I saw them kiss.

My heart ached and twisted in my chest in jealousy at seeing them kissing, and I washed my clothes fast to get away from them, even as I could hear their conversation.

"Good morning, babe," Becky greeted Chris.

"How are you doing?" Chris asked her, and she laughed and told him, "I am fine. I called you last night to tell you that I had gotten home safely, but you didn't answer my calls. Why?" Becky asked.

"I am sorry; I slept off, so I wasn't able to answer the phone call." Chris apologized to her, and Becky told him, "Why? What were you thinking of?."

"Becky.." Chris deep voice called her name, and with the way Chris called her name, I was only imagining him to call me the same way too.

"What? Anyway, I bought some provisions along the way as I bought tea and bread for us to have our breakfast, or have you eaten?" Becky asked Chris again while I was done washing my clothes.

And as I wanted to fetch water to rinse my clothes, I saw that Chris and Becky were both standing beside the tap, and I had to walk up to the tap to fetch my water.

Becky immediately questioned me, "Can't you greet?."

I knew I looked like a young girl in my oversized long yellow gown, but I wasn't young, as I had big boobs and nice curvy waist and hips, and if I were to wear the short light green gown that Becky was wearing, I would look more sexy than her, as I was more chubby than Becky, but because she saw how shabby I looked, she was feeling she senior me with probably a 10-year gap, maybe 7 years, as I didn't know why she was sounding so cold to me.

"Good morning," I said to Becky, but she hissed very loudly enough for me to hear her clearly, and she said to Chris, who stood waiting for her to finish insulting me, "Come, babe, let's go inside and have our breakfast."

I stared back at them as I saw Chris and her walking away, and I sighed and switched on the tap to refill the bucket of water.

As I was through washing and spreading off all the clothes, I saw that Chris left his unwashed clothes in the bucket, and as he had poured detergent into the bucket, I thought to help him wash the clothes out so that his clothes wouldn't fade and to keep our compound neat since the house belongs to my mom and my mom asked me to take care of the house.

I walked to Chris's black bucket, and I bent to help him wash out his soaked clothes in the soapy water.

As I took out the first clothes and washed them, they were so soft and silky, and I wondered what kind of cloth they were.

I could inhale Chris masculine scent on the light white cloth that I picked up to wash, and that made me gulp as I quickly washed out all his clothes for him.

I used my blue bucket to keep all his clothes that I had washed, and as I fetched new water to rinse the clothes out and spread them, I realized they were his underwear and his shorts, and that made my face burn redder in embarrassment like a tomato color as the realization dawned on me.

Chris stepped out of the house with Becky, probably because he wanted to wash his underwear, but seeing that I had washed it,.

Becky immediately screamed at me, "What the heck did you just do?. Chris! Did you ask her to wash your pants?."