Katherine slid her palms up the wall as Cole pushed his clothed cock against her protruding ass. She knew she shouldn’t be as excited as she was, but she couldn’t help it. Cole was the sexiest guy she had ever met. And now as his hand slipped past her silk robe onto the bare tender skin of her side, she wanted more.

Katherine had met Cole a few years earlier after she had used the money from her prospering internet business to buy her first house. She had grown up in the city and it was always her dream to have a yard in a neighborhood where her kids could one day play. Mount Pleasant turned out to be that neighborhood.

One thing she hadn’t anticipated though, was just how quiet life would be once she moved to the suburbs. Her already limited nightlife dropped to nothing when the additional 45 minutes were tacked on to her commute. And considering her work kept her locked in front of her computer for 12 hours a day, she didn’t have much of an opportunity to even observe life as it drove by outside.

But during one of the endless work days that easily became a work night, Katherine heard a knock. Dressed in jeans and a braless white tee shirt, Kat answered the door. She didn’t give a thought of how her lean, toned body and firm C cups looked. She was more concerned about if she had anything stuck to her narrow face from the midday nap that she had.

“Hi,” the cute 14-year-old boy said from the porch.

“Hi.”

Kat had seen the boy before. She often took a breakfast break and would watch the cars drive by her bay windows as they headed to work and school. Kat had concluded that Cole and his dad lived next door, but as far as she could see, there was no mom.

“I kicked my soccer ball into your backyard. Can I go get it, please?”

Kat tried to stop herself from smiling. This was a very suburbs thing to happen. She was now that neighbor who had the yard with the balls in it. It was a far cry from the apartment living she had done her whole life.

“Ah, sure,” Kat responded with a smile as she stepped out of the way so the kid could walk in.

Kat led the kid to the back door considering how surreal it felt. “I’m sorry, what’s your name?” Kat asked turning back.

“Cole,” the kid said stopping and offering his hand.

Kat stopped and walked back to Cole. Taking his hand within hers, she noticed the kid had a firm grip. Cole was as polite as he was cute. He had wavy blond hair that sat on top of his head as if it were gelled and his green eyes had to make him a lady killer in his high school class.

“Miss Nicole,” Kat said embracing her new life as a property owner.

“Your last name is Nicole?” Cole asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Kat replied. “Kat Nicole.”

“Wow, you have a cool name!” Cole said with an enthusiastic smile.

“Thank you. You have a cool name too. I’ve always liked the name Cole.”

“Cause it’s almost like your name?”

Kat looked at Cole not understanding.

“Miss Nicole – Cole.”

“Oh yeah. Ha!” Kat exclaimed with a blush. “I never even realized. You’re really observant,” she said impressed with the intelligent kid.

Kat let Cole out into the backyard. She had lived there for 4 weeks and with the demands of her business, she hadn’t found the time to hire someone to take care of the lawn. And where as her front yard still seemed within the realm of acceptability, her backyard was now overgrown.

“So I imagine that it’s somewhere in there,” Kat said scanning the tall grass and unruly bushes. “I haven’t had the chance to hire a gardener.” Kat turned to her new friend. “I don’t suppose you clean yards?” she asked having images of 1950s television shows in her head.

Cole shook his head disappointedly. “I could find out from my dad who does our lawn if you want, though.”

“That would be even better,” Kat said with another smile. “So let’s find your soccer ball.”

Cole ran past Kat to the far corner of the yard. “I think it landed somewhere back here.”

Kat followed him out looking first through the slender trunks of the bushes that lined the fence. Neither had any luck.

“You sure it landed over here?” Kat asked as Cole pulled the ball out of the deepest part of one of the bushes.

“Here it is,” Cole said enthusiastically.

“Boy, it did swallow it, didn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

Kat noticed as Cole lingered. She didn’t mind Cole’s company. In fact, she kind of liked it. But past recapping their adventure of the lost ball, she was out of conversational ideas.

“OK, thanks for your help finding my ball,” Cole offered graciously.

“Well, you’re welcome,” Kat said with a smile before leading him back through the house. “Just let me know if my yard swallows your ball again.”

“Oh, and I’ll get you the number of the people that do our lawn.”

“I would appreciate that.”

“OK, thanks,” he offered one last time before turning around.

“You’re welcome.”

She watched Cole walk away. Watching him move, she wondered if her cute young neighbor was a skateboarder or a swimmer. He was clearly the type of boy that she would have liked when she was in high school, though she was never cool enough to interest a boy like Cole back then.