The following is part one of a two-part story. It's another in the series of oh-so-naughty stories by Bonita Brown. Grab a drink and sit near a fan, 'cause this one will leave you screaming for more.

Have you ever had a neighbour that caught your fancy? A neighbour that looked so fine that it was positively sinful the things you fantasised about him?

Well, I had a neighbour just like that. Travis is so hot that it seemed sinful for a man to look the way he did. Believe me, there should be a decree against a man exuding so much masculinity and provoking such wickedly immoral thoughts. Travis was … hmmm so fine.

I met Travis one weekend as I was about to leave to go to the plaza to hang out with my girlfriends. I had just gone outside when I noticed a red Mitsubishi Evolution slowing down. It was a very nice car and as I admired the vehicle, it stopped and the driver wound down his window to ask for directions. He was dark, had lovely hazel eyes and the most seductive full lips you could ever imagine. I was instantly mesmerised by his lips and so my gaze was riveted to them as he spoke.

"Hi, good afternoon, do you know where number 69 is?"

The sound of his baritone voice sent shivers down my spine; and his lips and that number solicited a decadent thought. I smiled sheepishly as I dragged my gaze away from his lips to answer him.

"It's next door," I said, pointing to the home beside mine and feeling a tad embarrassed as I realised that he had read my thoughts and was smiling at my discomfort.

"Thanks," he said, smiling broadly now. I was enthralled by those lips and felt a distinctive warmness spreading throughout my body as I imagined the pleasures those lips could invoke.

"No problem," I said, becoming more uncomfortable from his stare. I was stunned by the illicit emotions that he stirred within me and I hurried off to meet my friends. I couldn't help but speculate about whom it was he knew next door and if I would ever see him again. Whoever was the lady in his life was sure one lucky woman, I thought.

When I got to the mall, Kemiesha and Melissa were there waiting and I had to tell them about the guy and the emotions I experienced. They were both taken aback by the intensity and raw sensuality of my account.

"Oh my God, Bernie, I can't believe you had those thoughts about a guy just by talking to him and someone you just met!" exclaimed Kimmy, theatrically.

"And disguising it so poorly too," said Mel, laughing.

"I know, I know! How can those thoughts be going through my head about a total stranger? I feel so ashamed," I said, chiding myself for behaving so imprudently.

"And you said that you are certain that he read your thoughts?" Kimmy asked, incredulously.

"Yes," I said, feeling more humiliated than before about the incident.

"I can't believe that you, Bernie, who are always so controlled, could have such primal thoughts about a guy you just m … "

"Shush, Kimmy," said Mel. "You're making Bernie feel more terrible than she already is. You don't realise that our girl has finally lost control!" Melissa was being sarcastic and both she and Kimmy mockingly started to sing the chorus to the song Lose Control while doing a little jig with each other.

"I can't believe you guys!" I exclaimed, trying fruitlessly to hit them. They just laughed at me.

"Relax," said Mel. "Cheer up and let's enjoy the day. Forget about that now, girl, come on," she said cajolingly.

Mel had a way of drawing us out of our discontent; she was always so bubbly and full of life while Kimmy was the melodramatic one. I, on the other hand, had to be sensible for their sake, and believe me, for mine too or their shenanigans would get us into all kinds of trouble. Our day at the mall was fun. I completely forgot about my episode.

The following day, I saw the red Mitsubishi parked up next door and I shortly learned that the seductive stranger would be living there for the next several months. I was introduced to him by Aunt Mae, my next door neighbour, who turned out to be his aunt. Aunt Mae and I got along well; she was just like a mother to me and would look out for my interests. My mother had died when I was very young and I grew up with my father and younger brother. They had emigrated to the United States while I had opted to stay in Jamaica. Aunt Mae always thought that I was too young to be on my own and therefore would look after me.

"Morning Bernie. I want you to meet my nephew, Travis. He will be staying with me for a while." Her expression and tone gave away Aunt Mae's affection for her nephew, "Travis, this is Bernie."

See what happens next in the conclusion of this story, next Sunday.