Chapter 1 - The Trigger Event

“Hi Mr. Flynt!” came the cheerful voice of my Neighbors kid. I say kid but she was 18 or 19 years old having just graduated from our local high school. I automatically corrected her “It’s Flynn not Flynt, Cassie, and I told you before to call me Larry anyway.”

Yes that’s my name. Larry Flynn, at your service, 42 years old, widower, amateur gardener and stockbroker by trade. That about sums me up! I was on summer break and taking advantage of the cooler Southern California early mornings to do a little gardening work in my backyard when Cass arrived.

“Sorry Larry,” she responded. “Coming through”. She was using her habitual shortcut to her friend’s place across from my place. She would scale the fence into my backyard then cut across to the other side and scale that fence into her pal Susie’s backyard.

Cassie is petite light-brown-haired and 5 foot 6 inches in her sneakers. Since she was going across to join her friend at the pool, she was clad in a modest bikini with a modesty miniskirt and clutching a towel and a tote.

I had cautioned her a couple of times in the past that what she was doing was a tad risky as the fence was old and the wood wasn’t exactly smooth. It had a lot of knotholes and rough edges. But, being the athletic cheerleader that she was, she brushed my concerns aside with a giggle and showed me how easy it was for her to get across. Flashing me her panties under her short summer frock in the process, she straddled the fence and swung he legs across and then jumped off to land gracefully and lightly on her feet.

There wasn’t a flowerbed or anything other than a small bush there so I simply allowed her to do as she pleased. This time too, she straddled the fence facing me working on my flowerbed and gracefully swung her legs across, again flashing me her crotch with a cheeky grin. The little minx certainly knew what she was displaying to me but it was a bikini bathing suit after all, and so I simply gave her an answering grin and enjoyed the view.

“Swimming again?” I asked as she paused beside me to see what I was working on. “Yup,” she responded “and working on my tan. Sorry, Larry, Suzy is waiting for me and I gotta run”. Knowing that I would be in my backyard for a while, she yelled “Catch you in a few hours on my return trip!” as she sprinted quickly to the other end of my garden and nimbly hoisted herself to the top of the fence, another flash of bikini bottoms, from a distance this time, and she hopped off on the other side disappearing from view.

I mopped my brow and continued re-potting plants, pruning roses and otherwise pottering about in the garden for the next hour or so then headed in for some brunch. I grabbed a pitcher, filled it with ice and lemonade and then grabbed a couple of glasses and set it outside on my patio before resuming my gardening. I started my lawnmower and spent the next hour mowing the grass. When I was done, I grabbed the Sunday papers and proceeded to my lounger on the patio and settled in with a cool drink of lemonade in my hand.

It was almost 10.30am when her tousled brown-haired head and cheeky grin appeared at the far end of my garden fence. Making sure I was watching, she hopped on, again flashing me, as she swung her legs over and then hopped into my garden.

“Hiya Larry”, she chirped. “Taking a break?” “Nah I’m done for the day just enjoying the sun” I replied. “Lemonade?” I asked. She nodded enthusiastically. I swept my arm out expansively and gestured at the pitcher on the table across from me. “Help yourself! There should be another glass for you there.”

“You’re early,” I remarked as she poured herself a glass. “Oh, Sue had a dentist appointment and I did not want to hang around her pool alone. Their next door neighbor is a creep.” I put on a pained expression and clutched at my heart with one hand. She giggled. “Her OTHER neighbor” she clarified with a sideways nod. I smiled. She babbled on happily talking about this and that and I kind of zoned out just enjoying the sound of her soft voice. She was very pretty and all and certainly not an airhead as proven by her grades. We had very good discussions on various topics but just not on that day.

The absence of a regular father-figure had caused her to turn to me a lot in the past. With her mother being absent a lot, it meant that I was her nearest go-to adult. She came to me fairly regularly for help with all her problems. Right from the little ones like needing an urgent ride to the drug store when she ran out of period supplies or bigger ones like when her kitten got stuck on the ledge of her balcony and would not be coaxed back in. That one needed a step ladder and antiseptic ointment for my scratches.

I was fond of her and despite ogling her when she flashed, I didn’t perve over her and she liked me well enough and trusted me for the same reasons. So we had an amicable thing going where she safely flaunted herself and practiced her womanly wiles on me and I appreciated them without making her uncomfortable or making unwelcome advances.

She finished her glass and got up. “See you soon Larry, I gotta go and clean out my room like I promised Ma”. “Bye Cass! See you later” I responded and waved as she sprinted towards the fence. Ma was her divorcee mom, Callie who was pretty hot-looking but was never around. I guess she was a workaholic. I did not catch sight of her very often and wondered how I could change that as she was certainly my type.

She was kind of a more mature and well-developed version of Cassie especially her chest, bottom and legs. But, otherwise they could have been twins with the same light-brown hair, petite stature and hazel eyes. I was lost in my daydream about Callie when I heard a startled squeak from Cass, a loud creaking noise from the fence followed by a thud and a scream from Cass. “Larry, Help!” she called out.