Gurl Next Door

by Madison McCall

  All of a sudden, I received a text message from mom saying, I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing

  Doing fine mom. Getting a little hungry and considering my food options, but otherwise fine

  Glad to hear it, should be off work in about five hours, hopefully

  Mom don’t worry about me I’m okay. I think you’re just worried about me because I got turned into a girl, I typed.

  Well Dana, you have to admit, that does not happen every day

  Looking up and the ceiling and then back down I replied, you are absolutely correct, I can’t argue with that

  Okay sweetie see you later. Let me know if you need anything

  I’ll do it mom

  I love you Dana

  Being a good son, or should I now say daughter I sent the expected reply of, Love you too mom

  Lying my phone back down on the kitchen counter I was once again faced with the dilemma of ordering pizza from the crappy pizza place or not ordering pizza from the crappy pizza place, that was the question.

  All of a sudden, my phone dinged again and I picked it up off the counter to see who was texting me now. To my surprise it was Annabelle.

  Hey Dana, just wanted to check in and see what you were doing

  I replied, trying to figure out my dinner options. Don’t know if I should pop some ramen in the microwave or order pizza

  Can I come over right now? She asked

  Shrugging my shoulders, I typed, Come on over

  I don’t think two minutes had elapsed when the doorbell rang.

  Heading to the door I opened it and there stood Annabelle with a pizza box in one hand and a bottle of wine and her purse in the other.

  “You up for dinner?” she asked.

  “Oh yeah, let me help you with that stuff,” I said relieving her of the wine bottle.

  As she entered, I noticed that she had changed and was now wearing jeans that looked like she’d just been poured into and was sporting a dainty little blue top that showed her mid-section. Not being at work she’d also liberated her hair from the bun it had been in earlier and it now rested upon her shoulders. It was impossible not to notice how pretty she was.

  “Come on in the kitchen,” I said.

  Making our way to the kitchen I began to look through the drawers frantically.

  “What are you looking for?”

  “A corkscrew,” I replied and then continued my search.

  “Hey,” she said, and as I looked up she took her hand, put it on the top of the bottle and made a counter clockwise motion and showed me the cap.

  “It screws off.”

  We both chuckled at the incident and I then said, “Let me get us a couple of plates.”

  “Oh, and wine glasses,” she said.

  “Red or white?”

  “It’s loaded with meat and the wine is a merlot so ….”

  “Two red glasses coming right up.”

  Reaching up into the cabinet and getting the glasses was more of a chore than I thought it would be because when you’ve lost several inches of height you have to stand on your tiptoes.

  Setting the glasses on the counter she immediately started pouring wine into them and from the looks of it, a lot.

  “Annabelle I think you gave me over five ounces.”

  Holding up her glass and looking at it she said, “I think you’re right, but I gave myself over five ounces as well. It’s okay girl, we’re not driving.”

  I held my glass up and said, “Cheers,” and we clinked glasses and she said, “Here’s to new friends,” and we both took a sip.

  “Let’s eat,” I said.

  We sat at the bar in the kitchen and began to consume our pizza and chatted between mouthfuls.

  After the two of us consumed the pizza we remained in the kitchen and talked, and after a bit we decided to move into the living room, with our bottle of wine, where we sat down together on the couch.

  I was definitely starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, which was strange to me, as it did not seem like I was holding my liquor well, so to speak.

  “I’m feeling a little lightheaded from the wine,” I said, “I wonder why. I’ve not had that much.”

  “What do you mean? You’ve had the equivalent of a couple of glasses. What do you expect?” she said.

  Then it hit me, I was now much smaller and more petite and lacked the body mass than I normally carried. Of course, I was feeling it!

  “Whew, how are you doing?” I asked.

  “I’m alright, a little buzzed but fine.”

  The alcohol was working on me, because sitting there looking at her I noticed how pretty she was with her long dark hair and eyes and how full her lips were, and with the lipstick she was wearing they were especially pronounced. It also appeared that she probably had a nice rack beneath the top but I tried not to be too obvious as I gawked at her, but then again she was hard not to look at.

  “Is everything okay?” she asked.

  Nodding I asked, “Sure, why?”

  “It seemed like you were staring at me.”

  Thinking fast, and I don’t know how I came up with it so quickly I said, “Oh no, it’s just, I love that shade of lipstick that you’re wearing. It’s really nice.”

  Smiling she said, “Thank you, I ordered it online, it’s the greatest shade of pink isn’t it?”

  I nodded and said, “Yes, it’s great.”

  “Hold on a sec,” she said as she went into the kitchen, quickly returning with her purse which she sat down on the coffee table. She then dug through her handbag and produced a tube of lipstick.

  “Here, try some,” she said as she offered me the lipstick.

  What have I gotten myself into now? It was bad enough being turned into a girl but it’s looking like this is going to be a full-fledged lifestyle change.

  “Oh no, I couldn’t.”

  “Girl, you don’t think I’ve got cooties, do you?”

  “Annabelle, I don’t think that at all.”

  Slipping off her shoes she got on her knees and nudged up next to me on the couch and said, “Turn toward me.”

  Complying with her request she took her lipstick and prepared to start applying it to me but then said, “This isn’t going to work. I need you straight on, turn toward me.”

  Turning to my left I moved into a cross legged position and was now facing her.

  “Much better,” she said, “Now, slightly part your lips.”

  I opened up my lips and she began to apply the lipstick slowly. It must have taken about twenty seconds or so but next thing I knew she said, “Voila, you look wonderful.”

  She then took a small mirror out of her purse and handed it to me so I could see my new application of lipstick.

  Looking at myself I said, “It looks great, thank you.”

  Still sitting there together on the couch facing one another Annabelle just looked at me, and I her, and after a few moments of silence she took her right hand and brushed it down the side of my face and said, “You know Dana, you are so pretty.”

  Was she coming onto me?

  Smiling I said, “Thank you, I was just thinking the same about you.”

  “You were?”

  “Mm hmmm,” I noticed that this afternoon when I met you.

  “At the restaurant with my hair up you thought that?”

  I nodded and said, “I did, and you have the fullest, most beautiful lips, if you don’t mind me saying so.”

  Laughing and throwing her hair back with her hand she said, “No, I don’t mind you saying that at all.”

  We sat there in awkward silence for a moment when she asked, “Does it sound like our conversation is getting a little lesbian?”

  At that point I had to choose what I was going to say carefully, because if I played my cards right, I might be getting laid. Now, I didn’t have the basic equipment I’d always had but was prepared to give it a whirl with what I did have.

  Laughing I said, “I don’t think so,
we’re just two friends spending time together, and there’s nothing wrong with that is there?” and I then took a bit of her hair between my fingers and said, “You’ve got the most beautiful dark hair,” and then released it.

  Still sitting very close together on the couch facing one another she asked, “I know we just met today, and this might seem like a personal question, so you don’t have to answer if you don’t want, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “I know being in the Army you’ve probably lived a lot more than me and had more real life experiences.”

  Rolling my eyes up and the ceiling and then back down I said, “I could see why you would say that.”

  “Well, Dana, during that time I know you were probably in a lot of unique situations, like I said, way more than me living here in Four Points.”

  “Yes.”

  “Have you ever, or should I ask, thought about being with a girl?”

  At that point I think my panties were probably pretty wet if not soaked. I’d been excited enough from just sitting there on the couch with her, but when she asked that question, I just knew I was getting ready to go muff diving.

  Looking into her big dark beautiful eyes I asked, “How about you Annabelle, you answer first.”

  Laughing slightly, she said, “I guess I’m what you might call curious, if that makes any sense?”

  I nodded and she then said, “Okay, now you.”

  “I think curious is an accurate word for me too.”

  “I wouldn’t want to be with just any girl, she’d have to be pretty, someone I was attracted to, if you know what I mean,” and she then took her right hand and put it on my left shoulder near my neck.

  “If the two of you were on a date, maybe sitting on a couch together after having dinner and little wine, how would you approach her and let her know that you were interested?” I asked.

  I then put my left hand on her shoulder and began to caress it and as I did, she said, “I would do something just like that.”

  We slowly began to move toward one another and suddenly our lips touched and the feel of her flesh against mine filled me with excitement, and her full lips against mine felt just as good as I imagined they would. After a few seconds she opened her mouth and our tongues were quickly intertwined, and as we continued kissing our hands began to travel over one another’s bodies increasing the heat in our make out session to an even higher level.

  Annabelle then took my right hand by the wrist and moved it up under her top and I quickly discovered that she was not wearing a bra as my palm was now on top of her hardened nipple. Wasting no time at all she pushed her hand up under my dress and started to massage me through my thong, and as she did, I said, “Oh Annabelle, that feels so good.”

  “Girl, you are so wet,” she whispered into my ear, and then pushed my thong to the side and pushed her middle finger inside me as far as it would go.

  This caused me to cry out gently with pleasure, and the next thing I knew I heard the beeping of the alarm that is customary when someone enters a house with an alarm system, and apparently so did Annabelle, which caused her to quickly remove her finger from me.

  “Dana, what was that?” Annabelle asked.

  “Mom is that you?” I called out.

  At this point I was scrambling to get my dress pulled down fearing that mom would be walking into the living room at any second and didn’t want her to think I’d been having sex in the living room with Annabelle, even though I kind of sort of had been.

  “Honey, it’s me,” I heard mom announce.

  By the time mom walked into the living room we were both sitting on the couch in normal position and she entered I said, “Hey mom, you’re home early.”

  Nodding she said, “It was a little slow and I was able to leave early. How’s it going here?”

  “Mom, you remember Annabelle from the restaurant?”

  “Hi Dr. Nicholas,” Annabelle said as she sat there smiling at mom as though nothing in the world had been going on, despite the fact that she’d just been fondling her daughter.

  “Good to see you too. What have you guys been up to?”

  “Oh, Annabelle and I decided to have dinner together.”

  “How nice, what did you have?” mom asked.

  “We had pizza,” I said.

  Looking at the bottle on the living room coffee table mom said, “And apparently some wine as well I see.”

  “Mom!” I exclaimed, we’re both over 21 and nobody is driving.

  “Did I say a word?” she asked defensively and then smiled.

  Standing up and slipping her shoes on, Annabelle said, “I think I’d better get going.”

  “You don’t have to leave on my account,” mom said.

  Shaking her head she said, “I’m not, I need to help dad open in the morning, so I’d probably better think about getting to bed because the alarm on my bedside table will be ringing before I know it.”

  “I’ll walk you out,” I said.

  Annabelle and I walked to the front door, stepped out onto the porch and I closed the door behind us. The night was dark but the illumination from the moon provided enough light where I could see her standing there beside me.

  “I had a good time tonight,” she said as she put both of her hands on my shoulders.

  “So, did I,” and I wrapped my arms around her neck.

  Looking down and then back up she said, “You know, I’ve never done anything like that before, with a girl.”

  “Then what caused you to tonight?”

  “I don’t know, I guess you’re just irresistible. Do you regret it?”

  I shook my head gently and said, “Not at all,” and I kissed her gently on the lips.

  “So, maybe we’ll finish what we started? Soon?” and then an impish smile came to her face.

  “I’d like that. Sorry about my mom coming home.”

  “It’s okay,” and then she gave me a wet passionate kiss for a few seconds and then broke our embrace and began walking down the stairs toward the driveway.

  Reaching the bottom of the stairs she turned around and looked back up at me and I said, “Thanks for the wine and pizza.”

  “Any time,” and she then turned and began walking down the drive.

  “Text me when you get home and let me know you made it safely.”

  I sat down on the porch and watched her as she walked away, thinking about the brief passionate encounter that the two of us had that evening. As I pondered the unique experience, I’d just had I wondered if we would actually get together again, or if it was just a one-time thing. However, the one thing I did know was that I was attracted to her and wanted to see her again, that much was certain. Gazing down the drive, I watched her form become smaller and smaller as she faded into the distance, and then I could see her no more.

  Heading back into the house I closed the door and set the alarm, and then headed into the kitchen where I found mom cleaning up the dinner dishes and wine glasses.

  “So, you and your new friend had a good time tonight?”

  I nodded, “We did. She’s very nice.”

  “When I walked in you two looked surprised, like I was disturbing you.”

  Shaking my head, I said, “Mom, we were just surprised. I thought you weren’t getting home until after midnight, and you showed up at 9:00 p.m. That’s all.”

  I sat down at the bar in the kitchen facing toward her where she was washing the dishes and then asked, “How was work?”

  Smiling at me she said, “Work was work. A little slow, that’s why I headed home.”

  “I don’t guess me changing into a girl was a factor in you taking off a little early?”

  “Dana, I’m not going to lie, it was a factor. I’m a mom, and it’s normal to worry about one’s son when they’ve just been changed into a young woman.”

  Rolling my eyes upward and bobbing my head from side to side I then looked back down and said, “Okay, I can see that.”

  “So, what did yo
u do after we split up at the restaurant?”

  “Oh, I got a brainstorm.”

  Mom had now finished the dishes and came over and took a seat beside me. Sitting down she placed a cup of tea with a teabag string hanging over the side onto the counter and said, “Do tell.”

  “You know how I found the necklace behind the bookcase wall?”

  She nodded and said, “Mmmm hmmm.”

  “I figured the best place to start would be by talking to the prior owners, however many there had been, and see if they had any knowledge of the necklace. To find them, I would need to find out who the prior owner or owners were.”

  “And?” she asked.

  “So, I went to the courthouse and talked with a guy named Cole, who just happens to be our other next-door neighbor. He told me that his dad’s law firm actually closed the deal when you bought the house, and he told me to go over and see his dad and see what information he had on file.”

  “Great idea.”

  “Unfortunately, he had closed for the day when I got there, so I got on my phone and was about ready to order a car to come home when I ran into Annabelle. She was nice enough to offer me a ride.”

  “And you hung out the rest of the day?”

  Shaking my head, I said, “No, she dropped me off and we got together later. Oh, by the way, I applied to one of the local colleges.”

  “You did? Which one?”

  “Midwestern Central State, it’s right here in the Four Points area.”

  “Good for you. What made you choose that one?”

  “Well, that’s where Annabelle goes and that guy that I met today, Cole, attends there too. So, I figured since I hadn’t applied anywhere and I already knew two people going there, that this was as good a place as any.”

  “Sounds like you had a good day.”

  “I did. So, my plan for tomorrow is to go back to the law firm and see if they have an address for Dawn Mills, who you bought the house from. You never met her, did you?”

  Shaking her head, she said, “No, everything was mailed to me and after signing all the documents I overnighted the documents back. However, I do have a copy of all the paperwork. Maybe we could look through it?”

  “That would be great.”

  “Be right back,” mom said and then headed down the hall to her office, and within a couple of minutes she returned carrying a large legal-size envelope.