Part 3 ~ How Sweet Is My Neighbor

How Sweet Is My Neighbor
Part 3
By: Cecile B Smith

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

Oh, I know exactly where I would like for him to put that cake. Stop Ms Evil, you are bad. Turning around, I felt relieved that my house was in some kind of order. Trying to get my head out of the gutter, where it was spiraling down quickly, I shoved open the door so he could come inside. "You can put the cake down on the table in the kitchen, to your right." Whew, I had to speak slowly to make sure the right words came out. I surely wanted to say 'you can put that cake all over me and lick it', but that would have been a bit much. I noticed his eyes glancing around the house, checking things out. I did not mind because I was checking out his things.


"It looks like you got a lot done in a days work," he let slide out as he placed the cake down.
Oh, I almost forgot we were having a conversation as I was taking inventory of his ass-sets. "Oh, yea, the movers..."trying to collect my thoughts, "they were well worth their weight in gold and of course my parents came over to help. It is nice to have everything done. I just have to get rid of boxes and put things in their place." I was allowed his backside while he put the cake on the table. Oh heavens above what a sight. This man was a walking sex on a stick kinda man. All sorts of wonderful yummy, delicliousness. Ms. Evil was taking a turn for the worst again, time to rein her in. He turns around and gives me that golden smile again. Damn him and that smile.

He starts grabbing boxes, "Well, lets throw away what you don't need tonight. The garbage passes tomorrow. We can get this done if you would like."
Oh, there were things I would like done alright, but that was not going to happen. "I don't want to take up your time. I am sure you are a busy man. I am sure your girlfriend would not like that very much." Ha, there! I had to find something wrong with this man. Something that would make him off limits to me. Men like this were not meant for women like me. Upon surveying the mess of boxes, he turns around and smiles again. "I do not mind at all and I do not have a girlfriend."

If you want more of Justin and his cake... You better make sure you stick around...
Because it is about to get all kinda of delicious up in here!!!

This is my story. All words, names and places are clearly made up in my mind.
If you so chose to print my story any where, I promise you harm.
I am nice... I promise.