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found Paula at a back booth, making out like a prom date with a freckled redhead who looked like his voice might still be changing.  Jessica informed her that she had to get home and asked if Paula would like her to call a cab.
    Paula shrugged and then seemed to zoom in on her face.  Like radar, she picked up that something interesting had happened and scooted out of the booth.  She graciously said goodbye to her disappointed suitor and then grabbed Jessica by the arm and practically ran her outside.  “Well, what the hell has the cat been eating?”
    Jessica grinned and felt herself blushing.  “I only followed your advice.”
    “And?”  Paula goaded her impatiently.
    “Let’s just say that I can appreciate a car with a good suspension system.” 
    ***
    And there you have it, another in the long list of adventures my friend Jessica experienced in her search for anal happiness.  I hope you like the way I told the story, and I hope you’re coming to love Jessica as much as I do.  There’ll be a lot more to cum (pun definitely intended) in Jessica’s world, and I hope you stick around for the ride.
    Until then, may all your dreams be backdoor dreams!

 
    BEATRICE BEWITCHED BY NEW NEIGHBOR
an erotic short by Cindy Jameson
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press

Beatrice couldn’t believe the racket they were making next door.  For six months, she hadn’t had a next door neighbor, and she liked it that way.  It was peaceful and quiet.  It also let her keep working on her master’s thesis.  She sighed.  The noise just wouldn’t stop.  She stood up from her computer and walked toward the door.  She caught a glimpse of herself in the guest bathroom mirror right by the front door and realized she couldn’t go outside.  She had worked fourteen hours straight, right through the night.  The long hours at her computer made her look tired and dirty, and she wasn’t going to let the loud new neighbors see her like that.
    She walked back to her bedroom and stripped out of her sweatpants and t-shirt.  She stepped into her bathroom and into the shower where she let the hot water flow over her.  The shower rejuvenated her, and she felt her hair gaining back some of its luster.  When it dried, it would be shiny and black with slight waves in it travelling from her head to the small of her back.  She rubbed her body wash over her breasts.  They were large and firm, and she had worked hard to keep the rest of her body just as firm.  She rubbed soap down her long, slender legs and back up.  She rinsed off and then stepped out to towel off.  She felt better looking at herself in the mirror.  After her shower, nobody would know she’d been up for nearly thirty hours straight.  She turned and looked at her rear end.  It was still heart-shaped and perfect. 
    When she was dry, she pulled on a white cotton t-shirt.  The few droplets of water left in her hair splashed down and left tiny transparent patches in the cotton, but she didn’t care.  The racket next door was getting louder.  If she didn’t get some quiet, she’d never get her damned thesis done.  She only had three and a half days left before she would have to submit it to committee and she probably had three or four weeks’ worth of work left.  She wasn’t going to let a noisy new neighbor ruin it all for her.  God, why can’t people be quiet? She wanted to hurry, and she skipped the panties and just pulled on her jeans.  She slipped her feet into sandals and stormed out the front door. 
    She stepped out and walked across her lawn to the house next door, where men in movers’ uniforms laughed and yelled each other as they carried furniture from an old truck up the driveway and into the house.
    “Can you guys quiet the hell down?”  She yelled the words, almost screeching.  “I’m trying to work over here!”
    The men stopped and looked at her in shock.  One of them, a fat man with pants that drooped