The Neighborhood

I lived a four-hour drive from home, so after my classes, I packed a bag, and of course, packed a bag of laundry, and headed home. I thought about my next targets. On my parents' street, there were two MILFs. They both got divorced at about the same time, and they moved in together to help with expenses and each other's children, but now their children were in college, and they were empty nesters. There was the tall redhead, Sarah Kerner, and the tan Rose Martinez. I had a bigger crush on Sarah than Rose, and Sarah would often jog in the mornings, and I would spy on her from my bedroom window.

I arrived home, greeted my mom, who was home, and listened to her playful jab about all of my laundry, grabbed a bite to eat, then headed out.

It was early evening, and Sarah and Rose were home and in their front yard talking while Sarah cut some roses.

I walked up to them. "Hello, ladies."

"Oh, hello, Alex, isn't it?" asked Sarah.

"Yes, I'm home for the weekend."

"That's nice," said Rose. "My son is in the military, and my daughter has some sorority function."

"And my kids aren't coming home this weekend either," said Sarah. "I guess college is more fun than mom," she said sarcastically.

After a second, both of their attitudes subtly changed towards me. They looked at me differently. Sarah tucked the loose strand of her red hair back, and Rose put her hand on my arm. "It's nice you came home to see your folks."

"I'm doing some research for my psychology class," I told them. "I'm interviewing divorcees. Could I come by a bit later this evening and interview you two if it's OK with you?"

"Sure, anything," said Sarah with a soft smile. "Why not come by for dinner?"

"Sure, what time?"

"Say an hour."

"Sure, I can't wait."

"Me neither," they both said at the same time, making them blush as they looked at each other than back at me.