The New Neighbor
The very day Renee Blackwell moved into the estate, I knew it.
As a matter of fact, I was one of the first people to see her move in. Even before her arrival, rumors had been swirling about the mysterious new neighbor moving into the vacant mansion beside mine, and I won’t deny she seemed quite mysterious.
So far, from what I could get from some other Stepford wives, she was rich and had been divorced for a while. But that was all, no one knew anything else about her. But I was going to find out eventually. After all, she was going to be my next-door neighbor.
That evening, the sun was low in the sky, making it perfect for me to tend to my orchids and petunias in the garden. As I worked with my shears, nodding my head in tune to the music playing through the airpod in one of my ears, I paused as I heard a loud drone of a vehicle. I turned, and sure enough, I saw the van driving through the clean and pristine streets of Stepford Haven. I lowered the shears as the van stopped before the vacant mansion.
Seconds later, a sleek and powerful-looking SUV pulled up behind the van with a loud screech. The SUV was stark black, and the body was so glossy that it was reflective. The windows were tinted, preventing me from seeing into the car itself. I stood to my full height. Was this going to be my first sighting of the mysterious Renee Blackwell?
Just then, the driver’s door swung open, and I watched her step out. My mouth fell open in shock as I watched her in awe. She was a bombshell! She had a smallish face that was so beautiful, even as a girl, I could feel its pull. Her lips were smothered in blood red lipstick, which stood out against the light makeup she had on her face. She was wearing a black armless bodycon gown that clung seductively to her body, showing off her curves and beauty. As she walked, her breasts were perked up tight against the fabric of the dress, giving a full view of her cleavage.
She stood beside her vehicle for a few seconds, looking around, or most likely letting everyone enjoy the view of her. She was like a tall drink of refreshing water.
Then, with a whip of her head, she made her way to the van and knocked on the driver’s door.
“I’d go open up the doors now, so you can start moving things in.” She said, her voice carried over, and it was sultry and sweet to the ear.
She began to walk towards her mansion, one foot before the other. Her catwalk was clear and expressive, it was as if she was putting on a show, and she was enjoying every second of it. As she walked down her driveway, she looked in my direction and waved. She then walked over.
“Hi,” she greeted as she stopped by the fence.
I picked my way through my flowers until I stopped before her. I caught a whiff of her expensive perfume, taking off my gloves so I could take the hand she offered, “Hello, you’re the new neighbor?”
I asked as if I didn’t know that already.
“Yes,” she beamed happily. She looked excited. “I’m so happy to be here; there is just so much Stepford has to offer me. Oh, where are my manners? I’m Renee.”
“I’m Clara. Nice to meet you, Renee.” Her hand felt soft and supple in mine, the kind that once you took hold of it, you just wanted to keep holding it. “You’d have a good time here.”
“Hmm… do you promise?” she asked, looking at me as she batted her eyelids. For some reason, that look she gave me caused my heart to skip a beat. What the hell was going on?
“Well… uhm…” I didn’t know what to say.
She then laughed, “I’m looking forward to it, Clara. I have to get the door open for the movers and also put some things in place. More vans are coming in.”
“Oh…” I muttered. “Okay then, I’d let you get to it.”
“You have a beautiful garden, by the way.” The compliment was so random, I didn’t expect it, and it took me a few seconds to get myself together enough to reply to her.
“Uhm… thank you.” I looked around the garden, it was indeed beautiful, my only source of pride and joy in this fucking Stepford Haven.
“The Petunias,” Renee said as she slowly leaned away from the fence, “they bloom at this time of the year, I just love how the color pops. They’re my absolute favorite.”
“Wow… you know your flowers?”
She smiled coyly, “I know a lot of things, Clara. I need to go now. We’d talk later, okay?”
I nodded slowly as I watched her walk towards her mansion, twirling her keys in her hand as she sashayed down the driveway. As she walked, I couldn’t help but watch her ass, it was cute and snug in the gown she wore.
Just then, I heard a rustle behind me. I turned to see Owen, my husband. For a moment, I felt a surge of guilt that he had seen me staring at Renee, but I realized that he couldn’t have noticed me because he was also busy staring at her ass. His eyes were following her down the damn driveway, and he was basically licking his lips.
“Seriously?” I cursed at him as I threw my gloves at him. “Why don’t you follow her into her house and rip her clothes off while you’re at it, because it’s clear you wanna fuck her!”
“Come on, Clara.” He groaned. “I didn’t mean any harm, okay?”
With a shrug, he turned and walked into the house, but not before casting one last glance at Renee’s beautiful backside. I made my way through the garden and into the house as well. I just couldn’t understand why Renee had affected me so much.
