I feel her hands on my hips and sliding up under my sweater, soft and warm. Porn “Hey neighbor” and soft voice registers itself and I turn to see Alison just stepping out with a beer to settle in across the way. We both fall quiet for a bit, nursing our drinks and watching the night envelop our complex. Not bad for a small town Southern girl, I raise my glass to the sky and smile as the thought crosses my mind. She’s 25, with raven eyes, dark brown hair and a complexion that hints at her Latina heritage – in other words, the opposite of the red haired, green eyed, fair skinned lass writing this.
