As Tom walked out his house two days later, getting ready to go on a date, he saw his neighbour bent over the trunk of her car. So it is a woman, he thinks. She is wearing tight leather leggings, showing of long slim legs and a very well shaped behind, and there is something familiar about her.
"Do you need a hand there darling ? We haven't met, I am your neighbour Tom". He walked over and she snapped up turning around. The first thought in his head bing, shit no it can't be.
Soraya was starring at him, she was wearing a black crop top that said 'Stay weird' and as always there was no bra in sight. His heart was beating wildly. "Oh but we have Tom, never thought I would run into you again though".
"Soraya, you are my neighbour ? Well I hope that I am cool and famous enough to live next to you". Okay that might have been a bit unfair, he thought to himself. But the pain welling up in his chest made him lash out.
The leggings had some blonde incisions on the front, and she looked incredibly sexy, but honestly, it looked more like a stage outfit and that pang of jealousy hit him again, before he reminded himself that he shouldn't care how she dresses.
She looked confused for a moment, then her eyes narrow. "Oh I am sure you have someone willing to comfort you if not".
What ? What was she talking about ? Did she know about his date ? But he wasn't doing anything wrong, it had been 10 weeks and well she didn't want him, so what was the problem ?
"Well nice seeing you again, I better get going, I have somewhere to be". He felt utterly confused and hurt and he just wanted to get away honestly. It was to painful and made him feel worthless.
She huffed and turned her back to him. "Oh yeah leaving, that is something you are good at, so no surprise there".
He stood there for a moment, his hand almost reaching out for her, but then she snapped. "Didn't you have somewhere important to be ? So why are you standing here glaring ?"
He just turned around, shaking his head as he walked to the car. What the hell just happened here ? It hurt in his chest, like the old wound had been violently ripped open and he honestly just need to get away, to forget this ever happened.
Soraya threw her bags on the kitchen counter, what the hell had just happened ? That wasn't at all how she had imagined meeting him again would be.
And he had seemed so angry, so resentful, it was so unlike him and she didn't get it, he had been the one who left her, the one who wanted no more than a fling, so why was he angry with her ?
She spend the evening by the window. She actually felt really bad about what had heppened and she had decided to extend the olive branch, to tell him she was sorry about the afternoon when he returned.
Around ten o'clock she finally saw his car turn into the driveway, and she hurried out before she would loose her nerve, not caring that she was only wearing a pair of silk pyjamas pant and a tank top, walking out on bare feet.
She watched him get out of his jaguar, closing the door behind him. He still hadn't seen her walking towards him. Then he went around the car opening the door to the passengers side, and helped someone out, a very tall and beautiful brunette.
She was wearing a very classic but also very short dress, making her legs look like the went on forever, and Soraya looked down herself. Well this was clearly the type of woman he should have on his arm, not someone like her, she thought.
"Soraya ?! Did you want something ?" Of course he noticed her before she could escape back inside, both him and his date looked curiously at her.
"No, no just wanted to come out and say .. uh hi, yeah just to say hi". She was jumbling over her words, feeling like an idiot. "I didn't know you had company".
Tom just stood there looking at her, this had to be the most uncomfortable exchange ever and she just wanted to run inside, then he snaked his arm around his dates waist. "Uhh, well hi there".
"Well okay bye then". Soraya lifted her hand to wave akwardly as she backed up to her own door. Tom lifted his hand to wave silently, as she turned, practically running inside, slammin the door behind her.

Tom closed his eyes tightly as he felt himself getting close to his climax, feeling her hands on his back, hearing her moan softly. "Oh God yes Tom, right there, I am going to cum".
"Soraya, my baby, my star, you feel so good". He felt her nails dig painfully into his back as he reached his climax. That really hurt actually.
"Hey my name is Layla, you fucking jerk. Why the hell are you moaning for your neighbour ?" She pushed him hard away and he gasped. Oh shit, his mind might have been on someone else, not really smooth there Tom, he thought to himself.
She jumped out of bed, pulling on her dress. She was looking kind of angry. "Oh shit, I am so sorry Sora.. uhm I mean Layla". He tried.
"Whatever you have going with this Soraya, maybe you should go next door and fuck her instead. Don't ever call me, you asshole". She yelled, making him close his eyes. Not that he were going to call, it had just been a futile attempt to forget her.
She put on her heals and wobbled toward the door, looking pissed. He got up following her. "Darling where are you going ? How are you getting home ? I drove you here".
"I'll call a taxi and I'll wait for it outside". She said with a bitter laugh. He threw on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt. "Well let me wait with you then, it is the least I can do".
Soraya was standing on her balcony, trying to calm herself down. It had been the most humiliating moment of her life, and she had needed something to make her forget the pain. He had brought someone home with him and he was probably fucking her brain out right now, she tought. Her mind running wild with images, then thinking, 'fuck I might need some more to get the image out of my head'.
Then she noticed Tom and his date standing by the curb. She was clearly yelling at him, waving her arms in the air. But she couldn't hear what she was saying unfortunately. Soraya smiled to herself, thinking, 'aww trouble in paradise'. It made her chuckle.
After a couple of minutes Tom flung his arms out, looking like he had enough and then he stumped into the house slamming the door behind him. Leaving the pretty brunette alone, she started walking down the street. Soraya giggled and thought to herself, 'and so the walk of shame starts'.