The teen next door

The Horner residence was right next to the Andersons. Jennifer had known Jonah, Dorothy and Bruce for about a month or so since they moved into the vacant house next to them. They were nice folk. Relatively ordinary with all the trappings of a regular suburban home could provide. While Jonah worked as the manager of a paper factory, his wife took care of the house, prepared the meals and kept order while the man was away. Bruce, the smart kid who seemed a little shy around her, did his own thing at the local senior high. She did not know much more about the family other than the irregular times she runs into them while out in the garden.

Normally, Jennifer's evenings on a Friday night was spent dressed only in lingerie and a transparent white nightie, walking around a semi dimly lit house, making sure that everything was neat and tidy before settling for some TV with a large glass of wine. Over the years, she had tried to alleviate her frustrations by rubbing her horny and frustrated self out as many times as she could and even on as many places as she could imagine where she wanted to be fucked. She had tried the bedroom, the bathroom, the couch in the living room, the counters in the kitchen and the table in dining room, her imaginations going wild as she slid her fingers rapidly around her clit. Even if she felt the slightest amount of relief from each back arcing orgasm, it simply was not enough. For the past month, she had tried to distract herself with her favorite shows with minimal success while her husband was out drinking with his colleagues, or doing whatever it was that a prude would do. She had even tried to fantasize about him cheating on her with some hot hooker or co worker, despite how awful and taboo it felt to think so, but it did not at all help. Silently, she lets the TV and the wine drown out her sorrows, legs still spread open with no panties on from a previous failed masturbation attempt.