Emily, new neighbor from across the street

"Whoa there!" The exclamation came from a very pretty Latina girl. She was a petite thing, probably 18 at least, with black hair tied into a ponytail, and the prettiest green eyes you've ever seen. "Sorry about that, sir. My name's Emily my family and I live across the street. We got your mail by accident so I thought I'd bring it over."

When she smiled I noticed she had a slight buck to her upper front teeth, but rather than detracting from her cuteness, it actually made her look even more attractive. "Thank you very much, Emily. My name's Steve. I'm just sorry you nearly met your new neighbors by getting headbutted," I said with a chuckle.

"I wouldn't have minded," she said with a hint of flirtation, her eyes wandering over me ever so slightly.

"Who's at the door, Steve?" I hear Lisa calling from inside.

"One of our new neighbors," I call back. "They got our mail by mistake, and she was bringing it to us."

Lisa came over, and I thanked God she had decided to put on a robe too. "Thank you very much, hon. I'm Lisa, Steve's wife." She shook hands with the younger woman.

"It's very nice to meet you guys. My Dad's at work or he'd definitely be over here too. My brother, Marco, was supposed to be coming with me, but he got distracted talking to some girl on the way out," Emily explained.

"I can see how that'd happen. This is..an interesting neighborhood," I say diplomatically.

That got a good-natured chuckle from Emily. "That's a good way to put it."

"Would you like to come in, Emily? I was about to make breakfast and wouldn't mind sharing some as a thank you for bringing our mail over," Lisa offered.

I was a bit surprised, and a little frustrated, having kinda hoped to have some more quality time with Lisa. Still, it wasn't unreasonable, the young lady had helped us out.

"I wouldn't be imposing-?"

"Not at all," I assure her, following Lisa's lead.

"Well okay then, that sounds great! I haven't had breakfast yet," she said with a bright smile, following us inside.

Now in the house, I felt more comfortable looking at Emily more closely. Her breasts weren't large, probably a b-cup, but they were perky, clearly visible against the shirt she wore, which would probably instantly put her on Lisa's good side since Emily didn't fit the big boob profile of many of the women we'd met so far. What nearly made my eyes bug out was when she walked past me. She was wearing a pair of white shorts, which highlighted a small, but round apple bottom that poked out in a very appealing manner.

"Kitchen's right over here, Emily. You go ahead and have a seat while I get breakfast around," Lisa said to her. When Emily went into the kitchen Lisa looked over at me with a similar expression to the one I had. She seemed to mouth "dat ass", and I had to agree.

We composed ourselves and went into the kitchen. I sat at the table with Emily as Lisa began to get food around.

"So..is it okay if I ask you guys a question?" Emily asked

"Sure, what is it?" I asked, curious.