Neighbors Next Door

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Neighbors Next Door Season 2 is on pause and will resume in the future!

It started with the big day, moving in. It seemed so basic, so simple. New place, new life, new beginning.

Viola had enough money in her savings to make the next jump and move out. Not from her mother's, that had been after graduation. Excruciatingly long graduation, she reflected as the memory came forward. No, she had moved out from a crummy house in a rather uneasy neighborhood in an alternately decaying and gentrified suburb to an apartment building in one of the more rural areas. Much nicer on the eyes, and closer to work and school. Twenty-four years old, Viola was still in her prime and drove off to her new home with a confident smile ready for any challenges life had in store for her.

Too bad that challenge ended up as her neighbor.

Yup, enter Robin. Single dad, with a couple teens living in the complex next door. Seems nice, but geez does he make noise. Whether it's his daughters' loud voice or just him laughing out loud from whatever show he is watching, it drove her crazy when she was trying to study, or read, or sleep, or just live! The building next door, well, it was a bit of a shithole. Viola had already seen dozens of cars coming in and out of the front two units in the pair of duplexes that looked like something out of a world war two documentary, with new paint. To say the walls might be a bit thin was to akin to suggesting that a supermodel might have an eating disorder or two.

Crazy thing is, he looked suspiciously good for his age. In truth, Viola would never guess Robin was a father, and a father of more than one. The only real giveaways were the light brown hairline, which was almost on a line with his ears, and the slight belly that reminded Viola of old film actors. Whenever Viola got a look at him, half the time he was in an A-shirt, often decorated with some kind of reference to a film or show. Of course, that drew attention to his arms, which were very well toned. No real bulk to them, but there was a smooth line to his muscle that was accented by the tattoos. Viola had noticed them first off, and was actually kinda surprised to see this large man sporting ink that resembled statues of women.

And of course, shorts. Why do Dads always have to wear Khaki Shorts? Shorts and Sandals, and what the Hell was up with the anklets? It had totally drawn Viola's attention the first time she saw him, and that had led to his extremely well built legs and backside. Viola assumed he worked out, and had seen a gym bag or two leave the house with him and his kids.

As for Viola, she was beautiful herself and proud of it. Two years into adulthood with the same build she kept since high school. Slim waist, flat tummy, strong thighs and slender arms. Her body was as she would describe, pearl shaped, meaning wide on the hips and slender on the shoulders.

Definitely her best feature would go to her ass, it filled her with so much joy turning heads as she would walk by the pool or at the beach, the best situations where she could show off the results of her diet and daily exercises. These looks aren't easy to keep after all. But her weakness was her chest, B cups, barely. Those were not the best memories to keep in high school.

Yes, she would admit to herself that she held high hopes of having a cute next door neighbor to wake up to and maybe flirt with now and then. But a single dad nearly twice her age was not what she had in mind. Definitely not the neighbor she was happy to live with, their buildings were so close together that her bedroom window would open a foot apart from his. That certainly took some getting used to.

Lack of privacy, lack of quiet time, lack of sanity. It truly was the creme de la creme of neighbors. But little did Viola and Robin realize, their situation was going to change.