My Neighbor is a Pornstar! Gallery

Jena is standing at her window, holding a drape partially open with her hand, looking intently at something. She shakes her head, obviously not pleased about whatever she sees. “I can’t believe this John.” There’s an audible sigh somewhere behind her and then John says, “What now?” Without even turning around, Jena says, “What do you mean what now? It’s her. I know it’s her. We shouldn’t have someone like her living next door.” John doesn’t answer. Jena finally turns around without letting go of the drape. “Hello,” she says toward John. “Don’t you agree?” John sighs again. “I think you should just ignore it,” he says. His voice says he isn’t really even paying attention. Jena exhales loudly, definitely not happy that he isn’t paying attention. “Do you even know who I’m talking about,” Jena asks, perturbed. No answer. Jena shakes her head again, aggravated and turns back to peek out the window drape she’s still holding open. Immediately, she lets go of the drape and quickly steps back behind it. “Shit, she saw me looking,” Jena says. “If we’re going out, you need to get ready,” John says, his voice fading as he walks away from wherever he is. Jena pauses for a moment. She goes to sneak one more peek out of the drape, and quickly drops it again. “Shit,” she says. She finally heads off to get ready. A bit later, there is a knock at the front door. Jena yells out, asking John to answer that. Moments later, another knock. Still nothing. Jena approaches the door, muttering under her breath about how she has to do everything. She’s wearing a short skirt and a halter top that shows off her midsection and is held in place only by a zipper that goes from top to bottom in the front. She finds her neighbor Serene standing there. An almost audible gulp comes from Jena. “Hi. I’m Serene,” the neighbor says, extending her hand. Jena doesn’t know whether to close the door, shake her hand or recoil as if it will burn her. Finally she slowly reaches out and shakes Serene’s hand. Serene is wearing short shorts and t-shirt with obviously no bra as her nipples and piercings are pressing against the thin fabric. As the women shake hands, Serene takes a step inside. “Mind if I come in,” Serene asks, although it comes out more as a statement than question. She’s already walking in and passes by Jena. “Well actually,” Jena says, “my husband and I are getting ready to go out for the evening. So maybe some other time,” although Jena doesn’t really mean the offer. Serene just glances around, taking the place in. She turns to Jena and smiles. “Oh I just wanted to introduce myself. Can’t we just visit for a few minutes until you leave? I don’t see your husband around at the moment,” Serene says. Jena is about to say something when Serene continues. “I mean after all, you’ve been watching me for some time now, so I figured you wanted to hang out or something.” Jena lets out an almost embarrassed laugh. “I don’t know… I mean… I haven’t been watching. I- I’ve just been waiting for a package and,” Jena starts to stutter through false excuses. “Must be some package,” Serene says, a finger tracing the neckline of her shirt as she smiles seductively almost at Jena. Another small embarrassed laugh from Jena. “Well, can’t we just visit for a few moments until your husband is ready,” Serene asks. Using this as a great escaping point from the spying conversation, Jena quickly agrees. Both women head into the living room. Jena sits down on the couch first. She’s a bit taken aback when Serene sits too, but instead of on the love seat or opposite end of the couch, she ends up sitting right next to Jena. Jena quickly shifts on the couch to put some distance between them. Both women stare at one another for a few moments in silence. “So what’s your name,” Serene finally asks. Jena seems hesitant at first. “Jena,” she finally admits. “Nice meeting you finally Jena,” Serene says. “Like I said, I’m Serene.” Jena almost scowls. “Oh I know exactly who you are,” Jena says condescendingly. Serene just ignores the tone. “So that’s it… now I understand,” Serene starts. “You’re a fan, and just too shy to reach out.” Jena lets out a fake laugh. “I don’t fucking think so,” Jena hisses. Serene just smiles at her. “Well, then how do you know who I am,” Serene asks. “I mean, if you’re not a fan, then you should have no idea who I am right?” Jena doesn’t know how to answer at first. She looks around, almost afraid as if anyone will hear her. “Not that it’s any of your business… but my husband enjoys lesbian porn. And while I’m not into women, I’ll sometimes watch with him to… you know, see if that spices things up,” Jena finally admits. “And I know a lot of his favorite lesbian scenes are with you in it.” Serene nods knowingly. “So you’re threatened then,” Serene asks. Jena shakes her head as if Serene is crazy. “No way,” Jena disagrees. “I just don’t approve of what you do in general. And I don’t think having you around this neighborhood is a good thing,” Jena says defiantly. Serene lets out a little laugh. “You’re hot when you’re flustered,” Serene almost purrs. Jena was not expecting that response at all and can only stutter a bit. Nothing coherent at all. Serene continues, “Are you sure that’s what it is? I mean, maybe you’ve actually been a bit turned on yourself when you watch me. And now don’t know how to feel or act with me around as your neighbor.” Jena seems stunned by the mere thought. “You’re crazy,” Jena says, shaking her head. “I told you, I’m not into women. Besides, I’m happily married. I just think you might not be the best fit around here, and I think you should know that. You know… before others around the area might talk.” Serene just smiles. Her legs spread just a bit as her finger traces her thigh. Jena again, seems taken aback by the move, not sure how to respond. “That’s awfully nice of you,” Serene says. “Just looking out for my best interest right?” Jena nods her head as if Serene is finally getting it. Although, she can’t quite take her eyes off Serene’s finger tracing as it moves inside her thigh. Serene pauses a moment to take a good luck at Jena and what she is wearing. “You know what I think,” she starts. She gets up and moves a little closer on the couch. Jena looks around, unsure. “I think things are stale in your relationship. That’s why you spend time watching me through your window.” Jena starts to shake her head but doesn’t say anything. “And I think that’s why you watch the porn with your husband. And I think that’s why you’re dressing like that. I mean look at that outfit. I’d be all over you,” Serene says, almost a whisper at this point. Jena can only gulp now, completely thrown off her game. Desire leans in closer. “Look at this,” as she reaches toward Jena’s top. Jena leans back, but has no where really to go. Desire starts playing with the end of the zipper holding the entire top in place, her fingers just flicking it. “This tight top and only a zipper between me and them.” She then lets her fingers move downward until they now play with the very edge of the short skirt. “And this skirt… so short. And let me guess,” she goes to pull at the edge, and Jena quickly knocks her hand away. Serene smiles seductively. Playfully. “No panties,” Serene guesses. “The whole outfit just screams easy access and take me now… hoping that your husband will finally give you some of that attention you’re craving.” Jena realizes she was holding her breath. “You’re wrong. I mean. That’s none of your business,” Jena can only get out, barely above a whisper. “I- I think it’s time you left,” Jena says half-heartedly. Serene starts tracing Jena’s thigh this time with her finger. “Oh I don’t think so,” Serene says. “The thing is, right now you’re intrigued. On edge. You don’t know what to do with these new feelings,” Serene says. “You’ve seen my work. You’ve seen my skills,” she whispers, leaning in even closer. “And that’s nothing compared to what I can do to you right now,” Serene teases, her mouth close to Jena’s ear now. Suddenly John’s voice echoes from nearby. “Sorry Jena, gonna have to take a rain check on tonight. My buddy just got to town a day sooner than expected and I’m gonna run go meet him. We’ll go out this weekend,” he calls out. Jena can only mouth the words at first. “But John-” she finally squeaks out. “-you promised…” Her eyes locked onto Serene’s as she is calling out. A moment later, the front door closes. Serene gives an understanding shake of her head.