Quentin

Tearing her gaze away from me in our window, she seemed to gather herself for a second before putting on a strained smile and started walking towards Quentin. She’d been fucked by Stan several times already and I knew she didn’t like him much. Or maybe she wanted something knew – I had no idea.

She smiled and walked up to him with a bouncing step and his eyes felt to her bust and remained there as she introduced herself and held out her hand in greeting. Quentin’s eyes were bugging out of his head and he slowly took her hand and shook it without saying anything. She said something and gave a little spin, clearly showing off her outfit. Her naughty grin had returned, as she clearly was overwhelming this probably rather inexperienced man. She asked him something, cocking her head to one side. His eyes never reached hers. He said something finally and she gave a little happy bounce, pushing her tits forward.

Apparently he liked her top best.

She pushed her chest out and took a step towards him. I saw her glance around, looking for another Jennifer, but now saw only other horny men. Mr. Grey stood in his doorway now, openly staring, and the always crude Stan was actually rubbing his crotch through his pants. Mr. Hernandez, a half senile old coot had his skull twisted into a sick smile a few doors down from Mr. Grey, and my newest neighbor, Ed Grant, a single man in his 30s next door, had come out to see what was going on as well.

Megan seemed to relish the attention and it gave her back some of the confidence she’d lost. Knowing half the neighborhood was watching, in broad daylight, she offered Quentin a feel of her tits.

He was starting to smile now, but glancing nervously at his neighbors. As if in slow motion, he reached out and squeezed a tit with one hand. When Megan just smiled, he grabbed the other one. He got into it for a second, but when he saw Stan start to walk up the street towards him, he let her go, and pointed towards his open door. Megan looked over her shoulder and gave the neighbors a teasing glance and followed him inside.

I watched as the neighbors stood there for a moment, before gradually going back inside out of the hot sun. All but Stan of course, who went inside only briefly to get a six pack before sitting down on his front step to wait. He clearly wanted a piece too.

It would prove to be a long wait. Longer than I’d initially intended her to be out. I stopped watching for her after a while and got some work around the house done. I put on the game, but when I realized that over four hours had passed, I decided to go check on her.

I started to have some worrying thoughts. They say it’s always the quiet ones right? Maybe Quentin was some psycho and had chopped her up to eat her later. Maybe he wanted to wear her skin as panties. Maybe he even had a foot fetish! Who knew? He could be anyone under that neckbeard exterior. I’d never even spoken to the guy and now he was probably fucking my girl.

I stepped out of the house, and I wasn’t really surprised to see Stan still there, nearly done with his second six pack.

“Hey Mike,” he half slurred, “She’s… she’s still in there with fatty… guy’s a freak probably…”

“Yeah, who knows Stan. I’m gonna go check on her.”

“Yeah… you gonna… I mean, she gonna keep runnin’?”

“You’re drunk Stan, you couldn’t get it up if you tried. Another time.”

“Ah, fuck… should have grabbed her before he did.”

“Yup, you should have,” I said as I crossed the street and walked up to the door.

I knocked hard, but there was no answer. Same with the doorbell. I started knocking even harder, and my heart started to race in worry. I started looking for a rock to throw through his window when the door finally opened.