The Neighbor's Daughter
By Stewart
We move into a new house - and life is not the same


I'm a 40 year old father of two teenagers. Recently I moved back to my home
area, Reston, Virginia, after I got divorced from my wife. For various reasons
I got custody of the kids and we moved to the area where I grew up and all my
family live.. My kids knew the area since we always visited their grandparents
and uncles over the years.

We moved into a nice house on a quiet street and my kids went off to the local
schools - my son who is 16 went to high school and his sister who is 13 is
finishing up middle school before joining her brother next year. My son liked
the neighborhood from day one because right next to our house was a family
with a boy in the same grade as him. Since they are both sports fanatics they
quickly became good friends. Because of my son's relationship with this boy
who lives next door, I quickly got to know the neighbors. Margie and Sam and I
hit it off right away and it was like we were old friends from day one. In
addition to their 16 year old son, they also had a daughter in college who was
in her junior year at a school in Boston.

My kids and I settled into a routine and we were able to adjust relatively
quickly to the new area. The kids go off to see their Mom about once a month
or so in Pennsylvania where we used to live. Margie and Sam invited me and my
kids to dinner about once a week and so by Thanksgiving we were pretty close.

As an aside let me say that I'm about 6 feet tall and I weigh about 180. I'm
in pretty good shape. Before my divorce I went to the gym 3 or 4 times a week,
lifting weights some but mostly doing aerobic activities. Plus I played a lot
of racquetball. After the divorce, because of my fathering responsibilities I
let the working out slide, but when we moved I converted a corner of the
basement into a small home gym with some free weights, a treadmill and a bench
press. I should also mention that I've long been attracted to muscular women.
Back in college, I even dated a girl who lifted weights at a time (1981) when
very few women did so. But my wife never lifted weights, although she did run
and take aerobics classes at the gym we belonged to. Still, I've been a
regular (although on the sly from my wife and kids) buyer of Women's Physique
World magazine (I even have a few muscle women video tapes) and I have always
checked the internet sights.

On the Friday after Thanksgiving, I was pulling out of my driveway and I
noticed a very shapely young blonde women running by in shorts and a pullover.
She was going at a real good clip and I was shocked by the definition in her
legs when I drove past her on my way out. In fact, I must have been really
checking her out because we made eye contact as I slowly pulled past. I
remember thinking that those were the best legs I'd seen in a long while. I
fantasized about what the rest of that body looked like over the next few
days.

Well, I didn't see those legs again for the next couple of weeks and so I
figured that they must have belonged to someone who had that day off and so
deviated from her usual running schedule. Then, on the day before Christmas, I
was out getting the mail when I saw a young blonde come out of Sam and
Margie's house wearing sweats and heading out to jog. Could those legs belong
to my neighbor's out of state daughter?

That night, Sam called and invited me and the kids to dinner on Sunday. He
said I'd get a chance to meet their daughter, who he said had been wanting to
meet me. What did that mean? The next day, my son came home from hanging out
with his friend and said he met his friend's sister. I asked what she was like
and said, "I think she's a jock". Typical 16 year old comment.

On the Sunday after Christmas it was cold. Really cold. My kids and I bundled
up in big winter jackets just to walk next door. When we got there we were met
at the door by Sam and Margie. They quickly introduced us to Meredith, their
daughter, who they said was home for the holidays. Meredith, who was dressed
in a big bulky sweat shirt and sweat pants, with her hair up in a loose tie,
shook my hand with a very firm grip. Then she said that she was sorry but that
she was going out with her old gang and wouldn't be able to have dinner with
us. Then she excused herself and went to get dressed for her night out.

Dinner was ready and we all enjoyed a good meal. I couldn't help wondering
about Meredith. Were those legs really that great? What was under that sweat
shirt? When dinner ended, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. On my way
down the hall, I saw Meredith in her room getting dressed to go out. She was
facing away from me and had on jeans and a sleeveless top and was running a
brush through her hair. I was startled. A big, peaked bicep was jumping out as
she was moving her arm with the brush. I guess I must have stopped to get a
good look, because Meredith turned around and caught me staring. Fortunately,
she was completely decent. She said, "Hi. The bathroom is the next door." I
just said, thanks. Shit, I was busted. caught staring at my new best friend's
21 year old daughter. I just hoped she wouldn't say anything.

10 minutes later and back at my seat in the living room, Meredith came out of
her room with a sweater over the sleeveless shirt. She kissed her parents
goodbye and then walked right over by me, and said, that she was "excited to
get the chance to meet me. I hope we get a chance to get to know each other
soon." With that, she turned and left. A half hour later, I thanked my hosts
for dinner and went home. A half hour after that, I was in my bathroom with
the door locked, replaying the scene with those huge biceps in my mind (and my
member in my hand). What did she mean, I hope to get to know you soon? Did she
see me staring at her arms? Did she know it was me staring at her legs at
Thanksgiving? I wanted to know more, but I was afraid of what would happen
with my relationship with Sam and Margie. I wouldn't have to wait long to find
out.

The next day, I left the kids at home and went to work. I played these issues
around in my head all day. And then, when I came home, Meredith was in my
living room with my daughter. It seems that they had just finished shooting
hoops in my driveway and decided to get a soda. My daughter said, "Dad,
Meredith and I just beat Timmy and Robbie in basketball." Timmy is my son,
Robbie is Sam's kid. I said "really?" My daughter wouldn't beat Timmy if he
spotted her 14 in a game of 21 so I was pretty surprised at this result. My
daughter said, "Yep. Its true. The boys took off because they were embarrassed
by Meredith. We not only won the game but she kicked their butts too." I
guess, my daughter could see that I was dubious about this claim, and so she
said, "Meredith show my dad. Show him what you showed the boys." And with
that, Meredith unzipped her sweat jacket and rolled up her short sleeved
shirt. Then she hit a front double biceps shot that almost knocked me
backwards. Her arms were huge. I guessed they must have been 16 inches.
Meredith just smiled and said, "we didn't actually kick their butts, but I
guess they thought I was going to. Of course, I wouldn't hit them or anything,
but I guess my muscles did intimidate them a bit."

Well, I think that's what I think she said. I'm not sure I actually heard what
she said because I was transfixed. In front of me were the two greatest arms I
had ever seen on a woman in person. Now, I'll admit I haven't seen too many
big armed girls in my life, but these were definitely impressive. The forearms
were full of veins, the biceps and triceps were all there. My daughter finally
broke the silence when she said, "I want to get arms like that too. Meredith
is going to give me some pointers." Meredith quickly chimed in, "If that's OK
with you Mr. Gottschalk. Some men don't like women who have muscles. What do
you think about it?" Then she hit a one arm back bicep shot for good measure.
I guess I was too stunned to answer because I just said, "they look good on
you Meredith. I'm glad no one got hurt." Then I walked away. I was shaken.

When I got to my room, I thought "They look good on you Meredith". What the
hell kind of thing was that to say? Somehow, I could tell that Meredith was
working me. That she was saying one thing but meaning another. The same thing
happened at her house yesterday. I was letting this 21year old college student
wrap me around her fingertips. And I didn't know what to do. What I wanted to
do was go into to the bathroom and take care of business, but I thought I
should at least try to regain some dignity here. So I went back into the
kitchen a few minutes later. Big mistake.

When I got there, my daughter said, "Dad, Meredith's got all kinds of muscles
not just arms. She has muscles on her back and shoulders and legs too. Plus
she even has cool abs. Show him." Meredith was about to pull up her shirt and
show me her stomach when I said "that will be enough. We don't need to be
doing a pose down here in my living room". I thought that was finally a good
response by me, but Meredith said to my daughter, "Its OK Kimmy your dad has
already seen my leg muscles. I'm sure he can guess what the rest of me looks
like." Busted. She knew I had been checking her out jogging, but I still said
"when was that?" She said, "the morning after Thanksgiving when you followed
behind me in your car. That was you right?" I said, "I don't know what you are
talking about", but it doesn't matter. Meredith, then made a big production
about putting her jacket back on, said goodbye to Kimmy and me and went home.
I went to the bathroom.

That was the last I saw of Meredith for the winter break. I made no effort to
get together with Margie and Sam and I stayed in my house when I heard the
kids playing outside for the rest of the week. I was freaking out. I had only
been with one woman since the divorce and that was before we moved to Reston.
And now I was totally enthralled by a 21 year old muscle babe who's parents
had quickly become my best friends in the world. I told myself to forget about
her - nothing good could happen from having anything other than a neighbor's
relationship with her. Finally, 10 days later, after Sam told me Meredith was
back at school, I went over to watch the football playoffs with him.

Like I said, I didn't see Meredith for a while. Sam told me that she was going
to Cancun for her spring break and wouldn't be home until classes ended. He
was trying to get her a summer job so that she wouldn't just be hanging out at
the gym and in their hot tub all summer. I said she sure must spend some time
at the gym to have muscles like she does and he just mumbled something about,
"what the hell was she trying to look like a man for". I didn't get drawn into
a conversation with him, because I wanted to forget about Meredith as much as
possible.

Fast forward ahead now to mid-May. I don't know what caused it - well I guess
I do. It was thinking about and wanting to look presentable for Meredith. In
any event, I had really started to hit the weights again over the past few
months. I bought more stuff for the basement and every night, while the kids
were doing homework I worked out. I even got a membership to Gold's Gym that I
used sometimes at lunch or when the kids were at their mother's house.

In any case, I was out cutting the lawn one Saturday wearing shorts and a T-
shirt when all of sudden standing next to me (I couldn't hear her coming
because of the noise) was Meredith, wearing a pair of biking shorts and a jog
bra. I turned off the mower and said hello. She said hello and told me that
she was going to the gym. She said, "its arm day, gotta make em grow" and then
she flexed an arm right in my face. I said, "its good to see you're back in
town. I hope school went well. Have a good time at the gym" and turned on the
mower, but when I turned to look back at her in a couple of seconds she was
still standing there. So I yelled over, "did you want something? The kids are
at their Mom's house" Meredith just smiled and said, "no, I was just checking
you out. Looks like you've been working out. You're in pretty good shape for a
Dad. Have a great day." Then she turned and sashayed away from me, with my
eyes staring at her behind as she walked.

That's it, I thought. She really was trying to tease me. She knew I liked
muscles on a woman and so she was playing it up for me. I'm sure not everyone
thinks she looks good so when someone does, I told myself, she probably plays
it up. But if she was going to do that it was going to be a long summer for
me. God, I hope Sam got her a job.

Later that afternoon, I was sitting on my back porch having a beer and
relaxing after finishing my yard work. I'm pretty sure I was a mess, with
grass stains, messy hair and lots of sweat. I definitely wasn't looking good,
but my yard looked much better. All of a sudden, I heard the sliding door open
next door and I looked over and saw Meredith in a robe walking over to their
hot tub. She had her back to me, so I quickly put my beer down and went
inside. I didn't want her to even see me. From my kitchen window I was able to
get a look over to the hot tub, which was on Sam's deck, and I saw Meredith
take off the robe which revealed her in a small string bikini. Oh my god! She
looked good. So good in fact that I went up to take a shower. I was pleased
that, at least, she hadn't seen me outside and especially peaking from the
window.

The next day, Sam invited me over for a BBQ. I tried to say I had yard work
but Sam said "don't worry, come over whenever you want, it'll just be us.
We'll have dogs, burgers and beer." I couldn't refuse. Anyway, at 4:30 I went
over to Sam's. Meredith was there, dressed very demurely in jeans and a loose
T-shirt. I gave Margie a kiss and went to shake hands with Robbie and
Meredith, but Meredith jumped up and gave me a kiss on the cheek just like her
Mom did. I must have blushed because Sam noticed me and quickly offered a
beer. Oh God. How was I going to get through this meal. This girl was killing
me.

Thankfully the meal was easy and the conversation was relaxed until Sam said
that Meredith had gotten a job at the Gold's Gym as a trainer for the summer.
Meredith then said, "I guess they thought I was I was qualified for the job
when they had a look at me. Hey, Mr. Gotschalk, aren't you a member?" I
mumbled that I was, but that I usually worked out at the little gym I made in
the basement. At this Meredith perked up. She said that "since you're my dad's
friend, I guess I could give you free personal training lessons if you want.
Besides, if you have a home gym, I'll be able to give Kimmy and Timmy some
pointers too." Sam was enjoying my discomfort - he didn't realize what was
going on - and he said "yeah, Stew, Miss Muscles here can work you into
shape." I tried to get away from it by saying that "I've been going to gyms
since before you were even born. I think I know what I'm doing". So Meredith
came back and said "well maybe there are some things you could teach me then.
I'd love to learn from an old pro like you, although I think I'm pretty good
at it." I let it drop. It was going to be a long summer.

to be continued