Norma Egan

The new neighbor

CHAPTER ONE

Gloria Benson had two itches she couldn't satisfy. One of those itches was all too familiar, a hot melting sensation in her pussy that told her she needed a man. The other itch was more vague, a longing to be Somebody, to belong to the rich and glamorous clique of young couples in her new neighborhood.

Gloria was sunning herself on that warm October day in Los Angeles or pretending to sun herself. She kept glancing into the next yard where a cocktail party and barbecue was going on. She wished desperately that she'd been invited. She wanted to be part of that glamorous crowd of laughing couples. And besides, there were hordes of handsome and sexy men over there.

"Dammit," Gloria muttered to herself, "why won't they even say hello to me?"

Since her divorce six months ago, Gloria had been looking for a posh neighborhood to move into, and at last she'd found it. Her former husband, Eddie, was a millworker and a very nice guy, but he'd never been able to give Gloria anything but cheap apartments and little crackerbox houses. They'd been nobodies. When they divorced, Gloria had been determined to make her way to the top of the social scene.

So here she was in one of the most swinging young neighborhoods in L.A., and the neighbors wouldn't even acknowledge her existence. If she said hello or smiled, they'd snub her. Obviously they thought she wasn't good enough for them. Gloria was getting desperate. She was lonely – lonely for people to hang out with, lonely for the exciting touch of a man's body in bed.

She didn't think she could hold out much longer, but what was she going to do? She'd tried everything she could think of to break the neighborhood clique. It wasn't as if she were stupid or elderly or ugly. Not in any sense of the word was she ugly. So what was bugging those people? Why wouldn't they admit her into the group?

"Shit," Gloria muttered.

She walked from her patio into her small but expensive Spanish-style house and made her way down the hall to her bedroom. There was a full-length mirror there, and she studied herself in it, trying to figure out what it was that turned her new neighbors off. She was wearing a skimpy bikini swimsuit, just like the rest of the women.

In the mirror Gloria saw a beautiful twenty-eight-year-old woman of average height with a spectacular figure. From her long thick auburn hair down to her long shapely legs, everything was nice to look at. She turned slowly, studying her pert little ass and her thrusting large breasts. Her skin was tan and silky and flawless. She had big green eyes with heavy natural lashes, a turned-up nose, and a naturally red sensual mouth.

"Hell," she said, "I look damned good."