Chapter Three: Being Neighborly

All throughout dinner, Brandon kept one hand in his lap rubbing at his cock as he stared at the two gorgeous women on either side of him. Several glasses of wine were poured, and by the time they had left the kitchen and headed to the living room, everyone seemed to be feeling quite comfortable. Even Lindsey had come around and started smiling and even giggling. Brandon was shocked, considering how sour her mood had been the past few months.

When they entered the living room, Meredith took a seat on one end of the sofa, while pulling Lindsey down with her. Brandon took a seat in the recliner, not sure how crowded everyone wanted to be but wishing he was squished between the two ladies.

“Thank you both again,” Meredith said as she settled back on the sofa, one hand holding her wineglass, the other draped over her knee. “It was sweet of you to join me for dinner, considering you had the entire house to yourselves. I’m sure you would have much rather been getting some snuggle time in with Brandon’s parents gone.”

A pained look came across Lindsey’s face, and at first, Brandon thought she was going to say she was forced to come over, but she didn’t. Instead, she opened herself up to Meredith. “Actually, I’m glad we came over. Our nights haven’t exactly been intimate. We seem to be stuck in some rut, and I’m sure it’s just me tired of always having people around. I always wanted my own house, so I could walk around in my undies if I wanted, you know?”

Brandon squirmed in his seat, knowing he was to blame for Lindsey’s unhappiness, but not sure what he could do about it. Money was what it was, and none of it was in abundance right now.

Meredith smiled as she reached over and patted Lindsey on the knee. “Oh, sweetie, I know exactly what you mean. There is nothing like the freedom of doing what you want in your own home, especially going around naked. To tell you the truth, I hate being clothed, as well. So much freer when it’s just your body, isn’t it? And when you can look over and see your partner’s nude body, their curves and all the special spots we love to touch and caress. Makes me squirm just thinking about it.”

Lindsey nodded as she turned slightly, so she was facing the other woman. Brandon just stared, never before seeing this intimate side of Meredith before. Sure, she was the neighbor next door he had pictured when he stroked himself off late at night under his covers, but to hear her talking like she was right then was just unreal. If she walked around naked all the time, he definitely should have visited more often.

“I agree,” Lindsey said. “When I still lived with my parents, the minute they were out the door, I was out of my clothes and letting the air touch my body.”

Meredith giggled, and it seemed so odd for a grown woman to laugh in such a way to Brandon. “You know what we should do?” she asked as she leaned closer to Lindsey as if whispering some dark secret of conspiracy. “We should just do it right now.”

“Do what?” Brandon asked, afraid he already knew the answer. Or rather, hoping he knew the answer.

Lindsey’s eyes went wide and her mouth popped open as if she wanted to say something, but Meredith grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to her feet. “Come on. Let’s do it.” Meredith said, and with a mischievous grin on her face, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, dropping it to the floor at her feet. She then reached behind her and unclasped her bra, pulling it off her arms and tossing it to the floor with her shirt. Brandon just stared, wide-eyed, with his mouth partly open, at the most gorgeous set of round tits he had ever seen. Her nipples were small and pink and hard as ever, and he yearned to take them in his mouth and suck on them. “Well, come on Lindsey,” Meredith said as she reached for the buttons on her shorts. “Don’t leave me out here alone.”

Brandon turned to his wife, expecting her to be angry and storm out of the house. However, instead, she reached for her shirt and pulled it off her body, dumping it on top of Meredith’s, and then she added her bra to the pile. The older woman had slowed down, waiting on Lindsey to catch up, but as soon as they were topless, they both unbuttoned their shorts, loosened them, yanked the zippers down, and then slid them down their legs along with their underwear.

Naked.

Both women stood there stark naked, asses firm and begging to be groped, breasts pushed out wanting to be suckled. Brandon could only sit there and stare, afraid that if he said a word, the moment would pass and both women would get dressed again. He did not want them to get dressed again. His cock throbbed within his pants, aching to be out and stroked, his breathing heavy in his ears. He didn’t know what to do.

Then, both women turned to him, grinning. “I don’t think it’s fair that we’re the only ones naked. Do you, Lindsey?” Meredith asked, gliding her tongue over her lips after she said it.

Lindsey put her hands on her waist, one hip jutting out a little in her cocky manner as she stared at him. Brandon squirmed under her gaze. Surely, she wouldn’t go along with this? His luck couldn’t be that good, could it? “No, Meredith, I don’t. Seems a man would want to be as naked as us and not make us feel awkward.” Then she bit her lower lip and grinned at him.

“Well, Brandon,” Meredith said. “I think it’s time for you to strip.”